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lemons4sircroc · 1 year

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Training (Zoro x FemReader!)

nsfw: 18+

"Okay! Y/N-swan and Moss-head...We're going to explore the island, you guys stay on the ship." Sanji said from below.

The crew had already gathered at the shore of the island, while you and Zoro were still on the boat. "Why does Y/N have to stay?" Chopper asked Sanji. "Because she's actually the one watching the ship since Zoro is unreliable. Plus, there is enough people to look around the island. We will avoid unnecessary casualties if worst comes to worst." Chopper slouched while sighing.

"Don't worry Chopper, next island, I'll go with you." you yelled from the ship. "Really?!" Chopper exclaimed. You nodded with a smile. His eyes sparkled with joy.

While waving goodbye, the crew members slowly disappeared in the jungle of the mysterious island. You were now left alone to watch over the ship. Well, not alone, Zoro was there. He was napping with his mouth left wide open. You slammed you foot down making him jump.

"What?! Oh...did we arrive?"

"Yes, the crew put the two of us in charge of guarding the ship." you said getting closer.

"Perfect, more time to sleep." Zoro said, crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes again.

"No! You said you would teach me how to fight when we had some free time. And now we do, so...please!!" you said yanking his arm playfully.

"Ughhh! Fine. Go run five laps around he ship." he complied with your demand. You did as told and ran around the ship five times. You both warmed up and then the "class" began.

Zoro shuffled on place and stretched his arms, lightly shadow boxing before turning to you. "Okay. Y/N, we are going to practice hand to hand combat. How to defend yourself, but also attack. We should focus on escaping an attack while making sure the opponent is hurt enough for you to either run away or take a break." You nodded in approval. He walked right in front of you and grabbed your hands. "Alright, up and in a fist. Both protecting your head." You followed his instructions.

After a kickboxing lesson of an hour, you moved on to some jiu jitsu, focusing on tackles and pin down. "Let's move to the boy's dorm since there are mats."

Zoro cleared some space and dropped the mats to make sure you had enough room to practice the moves. He started showing you some moves and you practiced them until you could no longer get them wrong. Things were getting heated. It's not like you had never done Jiu Jitsu but you wanted to perfect it. You wanted to learn from someone who had been in fights even without his swords. Eventually, you would probably learn how to fight against sword but not now.

Right now you were on top of Zoro, your thighs on each side of his face, ankles crossed, tightening your grip on him. "O-Oka-y" He let out tapping your thigh. You let your legs relax and rolled off of him. "Alright let's do the one from before one last time and then we are done for today." Zoro said motioning me to stand in front of him.

You smirked as this tackle was your favourite. He pushed you and you grabbed his arm, taking all his weight and flipping him over you unto his back, where you rolled on top of him, legs wrapped at his waist and having his neck in a arm lock. He struggled under you until he finally tapped out. You released his neck from your strong grip.

You were both catching your breath as this had been an exhausting afternoon. "Thank you, Zoro-Kun" you said watching the green haired man. "It was nothing. You're pretty good so we can definitely continue this and progress faster." Both of you looked at each other, a smile plastered on your faces staying there for a moment. He then looked down at your body. You realized that you were still sitting on him. "Oh gosh, sor-" Before you could shift your body away, Zoro's hand grabbed your hips and pushed them down, setting you in place.

He looked in your eyes intensively. 'Is he planning a surprise attack? Is this part of the training?' And again, before you could move, Zoro had sat up. He cupped your face and brought it to his in a swift motion, landing a kiss on your (L/c) lips. You pushed him away with your eyes so big. You both continued to stare at each other before you grabbed his face and kissed him back. Ever since you had met him, you had a crush on him but didn't want to act on it to not sever the friendship or dismantle the crew. Had you known he felt the same, you would have acted sooner.

You could feel something poking you down there. You smirked. You were also getting wet. You broke the intense make out session to remove his shirt. Sweat was glistening on his well formed core making you gulp. He flipped you over on your back and went in the nook of your neck, leaving love bites. You moaned from the electric pain you felt. With one swift move, Zoro had torn your shirt. He removed your bra and bit his left so hard at the sight of your breasts jiggling from the move. He planted kisses and harsh bites on your breasts from the hunger that made him weak.

He grabbed your thigh, sliding his hand down your ass and squeezing it. His fingers made their way to your leggings, pulling them down. He stopped sat up to remove them. Your panties were wet from excitement. He dove down, leaving soft kisses on your bikini line. It tickled and sent shock waves inside of you. His arms were wrapped around thighs to let your legs on his shoulders. You moaned loudly as he planted a kiss on your clitoris through your (p/c) panties.

"Zoro..." You cried grabbing you breasts. "Wait now Y\N" He said looking up to you, a sly smile plastered on his face. His index lifted the edge of your panties and he peeked through. He pushed the fabric to the side. You were preparing yourself, your chest rising higher and faster. His thumb was rubbing your now exposed clit and his tongue was licking your entrance. You could barely contain yourself. You grabbed a hold of his spare arm, your legs now wrapped behind his head. "Fuck Zoro-Kun!" you let out.

He moaned just hearing you enjoy what he was doing. He switched his tongue with two fingers, going in and out, making you arch your back. "I'm coming oh god" you said as you reached your climax. Your juices released on his hand, your walls closing. You closed your eyes as they rolled so far back you swear you could see your brain.

"Fuck Y/N..." Zoro whispered looking at your state. His breath was shaking. He removed his pants and boxers, along with your underwear. His fully erected dick was now exposed. He sucked his fingers. "You taste sweet..." He said but you weren't listening. Your eyes were stuck on his member. It was intimidatingly huge. You could just imagine what he could do with his 'fourth sword'. A skillful swordsman like him sure knows how to use all weapons.

"Come to me Zoro" you said, sitting up and grabbing his face to bring him down closer to you. His tongue slipped inside your mouth as he nestled himself between your parted legs. You broke away, spitting in your hand and sliding it down to his cock. He looked down between the both of you, watching your hand work its magic. "Oh f-Fuck!" he moaned as he lifted his head up to the ceiling.

You took this opportunity to kiss his neck. "I want you Zoro." He returned his thoughts to the present. His eyes looked at you like you were a bottle of old whiskey. Zoro grabbed your busy hand and pinned it to the side of you head. With his other hand, he aimed his member to your entrance. He went in slowly to make sure you were okay. Once he saw you nod, he went all in, making both of you groan.

His hand made its way back up your breasts and wrapping itself around your neck. His thrust were becoming more forceful and fast. Your legs wrapped around his waist and pushed him down to get deeper, your sweaty bodies smashing unto each other. Zoro stopped for a brief instant to lift your legs and bring them on his shoulders. He continued fucking you. "You are so beautiful my darling." he said in this raw moment. You blushed but your cheeks were already red from this intense session.

"Zoro, I'm about to come." you warned the swordsman. He took this as a cue to go harder and faster. The sound of your bodies clapping together filled the room but your moans took over. Your walls were tightening and finally your juices released once more. He continued thrusting through your release. Before he came, he pulled out his member and replaced it with his fingers. You both were catching your breath, looking at each other knowing you would go again.

Zoro made you wrap your legs around his waist and he lifted you up "Let's move to my bed." He walked while you were kissing him passionately and your back slammed into a wall. "Zor...Zoro" you let out between kisses. "Mhm?" "Your bed is on the other side" He stopped and turned his head to where you were looking. "Shit." You laughed as he brought you to his bed. He flipped you for you to land on your knees and forearms. He slipped into you not wasting time. He grabbed your love handles and used them as support for him to move in and out. You arched your back to let your breast reach the mattress. He smacked your left ass cheek and squeezed it making your head jump up from pleasure.

That pain turned into a jolting feeling that buzzed all the way to your clit. He did it again seeing how much you loved it. He reached under you, right below your belly and lifted you hips to line you up perfectly to his cock. This shift in position made your eyes widen. "Oh..Oh! Mmh right there, yes oh fuck!" He had found your g-spot. He did as told and kept your legs in the air and you grabbed unto the sheets as if you were flying away. Your whole body was shaking. Your walls were giving in. "I'm coming Y/N." Zoro said. "Stay inside please!" You moaned. You didn't care at this point, you just couldn't let this feeling go. It felt like ecstasy. You both released at the same time.

Juice flowed everywhere. He dropped your legs, leaving his cock inside you but let his body fall on your back. "Y/N!" He stayed inside, pushing himself deeper because your walls were still tightening and he took so much pleasure from that sensation. You had never felt that feeling. "You are very skilled, Swordsman." He chuckled at your remark. "Let me know when you want to train again" You stayed in that position for another minute until Zoro rolled over next to you. He was looking at you. You moved into his arms. "I'll let you know." You landed your lips under his jaw.

"You're mine Y/N."

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aladyofgoodtaste · 4 months

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A Court of 'It's giving beauty & the beast' and 'Except you can't tell which one is which'

Spring is rotting away. Not just its Court but across the lands as well. Without it, there can be no new beginnings, no rebirths and nature itself will cease to a halt. And thus Fates dictate that a human and a broken Fae must create a miracle together.

Tamlin thinks that the Mother is cruel for the salvation of his home requires another human’s help while Juno curses whatever entity that Isekai’ed her into this shitty ass book series.

AO3

Chapter 2: It’s the panic attack for me

Juno shares some discoveries. Tamlin is trying to process said discoveries. No one wins.

CH1 |CH3

Tamlin and Juno’s misfortune began when they woke up beside the Rot. For clearer context, both of them woke up in different parts of the Spring Court, yet at the same time. The sun was shining high in the afternoon sky, the grass had patches of darkness that upon contact, became ashes, and the air was foul. Juno found herself underneath a sad, dying tree that used to be oak. Tamlin opened his eyes beside a murky lake where dead, sickly-looking fishes floated on the surface - both of them terribly confused with a voice faintly lingering in the recess of their mind:

“Stop the Rot. Restore Spring.”

What happened next was a series of more misfortune, more confusion, and an altercation that could only erupt from a Fae who had been betrayed by a human and a human who had no idea where she was. Tamlin, who cursed when he discovered that his magic became so weak that it forcefully shifted him back to his Fae form, wandered further into his Court; where the Rot had feasted upon the lands that all was left were husk. Juno, who was supposed to crash at her best friend’s apartment for their sleepover, searched for civilisation. Both ended up meeting in a wasteland that used to be a flourishing wheat field.

The two made eye contact. The two had no idea how to react at first.

The exiled High Lord proved quicker, eager to lose himself in rage. His life had never been the same when a human female walked into it. From then onwards, his prejudice against mankind had turned to the worst. With his last bit of magic and rationality, he transformed back into a beast and launched himself at the poor human female.

Except the human isn’t as ‘poor’ as Tamlin thought. The beast completely missed his claws despite the human being frozen in shock. He scrambled to his feet, snarling mindlessly. The High Lord was more feral than Fae, and that, in itself, is one of the sweetest forms of escapism. All that drives him are pure emotion and needless violence. So he tries again and attacks, only to stumble upon a weak knee. Tamlin was exhausted in every way - magic, body and mind - and the sight of him was beyond pathetic. The once powerful and dignified High Lord of the Spring Court was reduced to an incoherent mess. Yet he tries to attack again and again… and again. None of the blows were delivered.

“Ok. So. I have no idea what I just did, but this is sad, man.” The human female confessed, a complicated expression on her face. She warily - and a bit annoyed - stepped around Tamlin. “You could talk earlier, so can you quit it already? I really need some answers, and you’re the only one around.” Well, he didn’t talk so much as screaming at her about how humans bring nothing but destruction and that he’ll rip out her throat. Not the most sane person that Juno could’ve come across but at this point, she’s desperate for some information.

The beast didn’t give her an answer, for exhaustion finally took him over, and he passed out.

Tamlin was the only one to wake up a second time. The sun had long set beneath the horizon; the night air was chilling and was only kept at bay by a crackling fire.

“You’re awake, Beasty?” It’s the human female again, and that’s when Tamlin realises he’s in a cave and tied up by dry vines when he tries to wiggle. “I bet you can easily break free from those ropes. That wasn’t an invitation, by the way. I’m really hoping you finally chill the fuck out so we can talk.”

She’s right. He can easily rip the vines off of him, even in his weakened state. “You should’ve killed me when you had the chance,” Tamlin scoffs. “I don’t know what you’re planning, but I can promise you, you won’t be making it out of here alive.”

The human pauses from kindling the fire to stare incredulously at him. “Dude, I told you earlier. All I wanted was some answers! A-And you’re the one who attacked me! What the fuck is your deal?”

“Give them an inch, and humans will always take a mile. Your kind is beyond ungrateful even when I… I…” Anger, self-loathing, and despair threaten to choke Tamlin as the image of one female keeps replaying in his mind. He closes his eyes and lets out a shuddering breath.

“Right…” For a brief moment, the human worries that Tamlin is about to dissolve into a crying mess of a puddle. “I’m gonna be honest; I don’t really care what you’re going through right now. I just want to go back home. So if you can shelf your mental breakdown for some other time and tell me where we are right now, that’ll be great.”

It took a herculean effort for Tamlin to calm himself before finally pushing himself up so he could sit properly. Shadows from the fire dance upon his figure. “Wandered a bit too far away from home, mortal? Did your curiosity drive you to explore beyond the Wall?”

Instead of bristling with embarrassment, the human merely blinks. “What Wall? I woke up somewhere here, underneath a tree.” She explained, and Tamlin did not sense any lies. “Which is weird because I can clearly remember that I was walking up to Nora’s apartment. I don’t think I was jumped or murdered because the street was busy with people. Sunday afternoon - you know how it is.”

She speaks freely with no hesitation or any underlying misdirection. This human is honestly lost and… utterly strange to Tamlin. From the clothing that she wore (he had never seen a female wearing a pair of strange dark, circular glasses on her face before) to her manner of speaking. She worries about her current predicament, that much is given, yet nonchalant too - as if she had already resigned to her fate. Curiosity begins to take root within Tamlin, and after staring at the equally strange-shaped bags beside the human, he decides to ask, "Who are you?"

The human tilts her head as if she didn't expect him to cooperate. "Juno." She replies, still honest. "No last name. I see those pointy ears. I have a good guess as to what you are."

"And what am I?"

"Elves. Maybe Vampires? I know some versions have pointy ears, but I don't see fangs. Siren? But we're not even near the ocean. I guess... a Faerie then."

Tamlin's eyebrows nearly raise to his hairline. She's astute. However, he doesn't know what kind of creature she listed as the second option. "Wise of you to keep your name close to your chest against a Fae."

"Play it safe instead of going in aggro; that's my kind of play style," The human female - Juno, as he now knows - speaks with stranger phrases and words. "Since you're in a chatty mood, can you tell me where we are right now?"

Tamlin tosses her an unimpressed look.

"Aww, c'mon! Look, I'll give you some fruits if you just give me one tiny answer." Juno wheedled and presented two pears from behind her back. They look juicy and healthy. A stark difference from the nearby vegetation. It seems she did some foraging while he was passed out.

At that moment, something unthinkable happened - Tamlin's stomach growl. Hunger finally caught up to him.

"Fine," He snaps, refusing to be embarrassed even when Juno smirks. "Release me, and I'll answer your question.”

“That sounds stupid, but what the hell. I got a feeling that you can't do much in your current state anyway.”

The High Lord has never felt so... so degraded! Even against Rhysand and Feyre! This human female is seriously pissing him off. So he makes his displeasure known through his glare as she unties the vines and plops a pear on his lap. When she turns her back on him, Tamlin entertains the thought of slashing her into ribbons... and decides that he's not in the mood. The two dined on whatever fruits Juno could forage and washed their sticky hands and parched throats with clean water. The food wasn't enough to fill his stomach, but it'll have to do for now.

"Well?" Juno prompted once there was nothing but the crackling fire to fill in the silence.

Tamlin sigh. Something he would have never done before an introduction, something his father would beat him to a pulp for his lack of decorum. However, there's little that he gives a fuck about nowadays. "You're in the Spring Court. My Court - I'm Tamlin, its High Lord." He doesn't even know why he gave the human his name and title. It's not like she would even -

"Are you fucking serious?"

Tamlin expected a tilt of the head, he expected a sign of obnoxious confusion or even a mouth shaped into an 'o' because the information means nothing to a human. Or at least, it should mean nothing to her.

What he didn't expect was Juno's face to twist in utter hatred and recognition that ignited his fight-or-flight instincts. Every bit of his training as a warrior warned him that whatever was in front of him couldn't be human, for Tamlin was familiar with animalistic rage, but this? This goes beyond that.

"You're Tamlin... the High Lord of the Spring Court," Juno repeats slowly as if she couldn't believe it. A part of Tamlin feels insulted, but he doesn't know why. "OH, FUCK OFF! SHUT THE FUCK UP! HOLY SHIT, SHUT THE FUCK UP! FUCK YOU, SJM! I'VE BEEN ISEKAI'ED INTO THE COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES!"

This is how the fates of the world change; the worldviews of two characters flipped into a 180°.

Sometime in the night, the fire has long died off. Outside of the cave, a new day is creeping ever closer. Not that it matters to Tamlin and Juno, who might as well be frozen in time due to the sheer absurdity of what they've discovered from each other.

" - LOSE WHATEVER BRAINCELLS I HAVE LEFT WHENEVER I READ SCREENSHOTS OF PAGES FROM THE BOOKS! I CAN'T FUCKING STAND FEYRE EVEN BEFORE SHE WAS RETCONNED IN THE LATER SERIES! I HAVE NEVER HATED A CHARACTER WITH EVERY FIBRE OF MY VERY BEING UNTIL I FOUND OUT ABOUT THAT STUPID PIECE OF WHITE GIRL SHIT AND HER CUNTLICKERS!"

Juno screamed, ranted, cursed, and generally complained very heatedly about a book series called A Court of Thorn and Roses written by a human named Sarah Janet Maas as she paced for hours and hours. Her words were a jumbled mess of pieces from the books and her opinions about the characters, lore and even the maps ("I KNEW THE SERIES IS NOTHING BUT DUMPSTER FIRE WHEN PRYTHIAN IS LITERALLY ENGLAND! SHE CAN'T EVEN CREATE HER OWN MAPS!? WHAT LAZY WRITING! AND PEOPLE LET HER GET AWAY WITH IT? LET HER VILLAINISE IRELAND? WHAT THE FUCK!?"). She's a passionate human - or maybe hateful? - who looked as if she was about to crack open Feyre's or any of her courtiers' ribcage and dig out their hearts so she could feast on them. The manic gleam in her eyes is even more frightful than the King of Hybern’sl.

As for Tamlin, he's provided with two options: Decide that this female is utterly insane or accept the fact that it was fate by a white, mortal woman and her mediocre writing for him to be a villain in someone else's story. And he hates how he's leaning to the latter.

Everything that came out of Juno's mouth aligned with everything that Tamlin went through, everything that he did and did not do. The world that he always knew had been yanked from underneath his feet because -

“ - THE AUDACITY OF THE FUCKING BITCH TO BELIEVE THAT HER ACTIONS HAVE NO CONSEQUENCES WHEN SHE KILLED ANDRAS AND HELLO? WHY WAS HE NOT MENTIONED EVER AGAIN AFTERWARDS!?

Tamlin is nothing more -

“ - AND ANOTHER THING, THAT CLARE BEDDOR BIT!? SCUMMY. SHITTY. AND THE WORST PART? ABSOLUTELY NO ACCOUNTABILITY. ACTUALLY, YEAH, LET’S TALK ABOUT ACCOUNTABILITY - ”

A character to be -

“EVERYTHING THAT YOU DID AS THE STORY PROGRESSED? IT GAVE ABUSER. YOU’RE WAY TO DAMN EMOTIONAL FOR SOMEONE WHO IS A LEADER, MIND YOU, AND LASHED OUT AT EVERY PERCEIVED SLIGHTS AND HARM! I GET THAT YOU WANTED TO PROTECT FUCK’S HER FACE. I GET THAT YOU GOT MAD BEEF WITH RHYSAND ‘CAUSE OF THE PAST. I GET IT! BUT FOR FUCK’S SAKE TAMLIN! YOU COULD’VE PLAYED THE GAME A LOT BETTER!”

Juno suddenly pauses here. She finally turns to Tamlin, who had been silent the entire night. Seeing his grief-stricken face and faraway gaze made her sigh. She strides forward to plant her ass beside him, her voice now soft. “And yet, you’re a much better person than me, Tamlin. ‘Cause if I was told to save my ex’s new lover who has done so many horrible shits to me and my family? I’d spit, piss and shit in Feyre’s mouth before laughing and driving off into the sunset.”

“Used. I’ve been used my entire life.” Tamlin croaks out. His voice is uncomfortably dry. He feels like throwing up, screaming at the high heavens.

He wants to disappear.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it,” Juno sighs. She begins looking around and patting the pockets of her pants. “Apparently, SJM likes to villainise you. You were so thoroughly retconned that it felt like a fanfic where she bashed your character. Don’t let her win. Hell, don’t let the Covid-carrying batboys win either.”

“You just told me that none of this is real! This world, its people and by extension, me!” He roars. He whips his head to the side, hands balling into fists. “I’m a monster, always have been! An irredeemable villain meant to be forgotten while the ‘main characters’ get to enjoy their happily ever after! They won, human!”

Juno rolls her eyes. “So what if you’re ‘irredeemable’? I don’t care about you enough as a character or even hate you! And besides, this isn’t the checkout counter, and you’re not a coupon. Here.” She fishes a piece of chocolate from her pocket and hands it to Tamlin. “It’s valid for you to be upset, but if you don’t face the fact that your story has already ended, you’re gonna continue to spiral like this. It’s not healthy, man.”

Tamlin begrudgingly accepts the chocolate. He unwraps to take a small bite, pleasantly surprised to find it’s filled with caramel. The flavour bursts onto his tongue, and for a moment, the sweetness is enough to tamper with the choking bitterness that threatens to overwhelm him.

“I’m gonna be honest with you - ”

“You weren’t the whole night?”

Juno’s mouth hangs open; she didn’t expect his dry quip. Soon enough, her dark brown eyes dance with mirth.

“That’s cute. Ok, so, what I was trying to say is that exile? Clearly, not a good look on you, Tamlin. The hobo aesthetic isn’t it. Don’t you want your pound of flesh from Shitsand and French Fries?”

She’s genuinely curious, Tamlin understood. Revenge… how many nights did he dream about it? Sometimes, the ‘what ifs’ were the only thing that could help him sleep. What if he still had his army, his sentries? His loyal band of warriors after the wake of Amarantha and Feyre’s attack? He would overthrow Rhysand, finally kill him and then… kill Feyre? The once mortal girl he thought he loved, and she, loved him in return? Thinking about her never fails to send him into a vicious cycle that revenge is merely a pipe dream. And truth be told, he is done with violence especially after the war with Hybern.

So, instead, what he says is, “I just want to be left alone. I’m done with everyone’s bullshit.” It’s as honest as someone like Tamlin could give.

“Fair,” Juno shrugs. “Though I don’t think everyone is done with you just yet...” She trails off. Tamlin follows her attention to the world outside of the cave. Morning has finally risen, and instead of luscious green, what greeted the two was an expansion of black and dry cracks on the ground and lifeless trees. “Quick question: Does the sentence, ’Stop the Rot. Restore Spring.’ means anything to you?”

“Stop the Rot. Restore Spring.”

Tamlin's heart stutter a beat. He recalls that sentence, spoken in his mother’s voice. Now, it echoes in his mind as he meets his eyes with Juno’s.

“Guess you have, huh? Aite. I’ve seen enough anime and read Manhwas about this premise.”

“How… you’ve heard my mother’s voice as well?” Tamlin asks incredulously.

This time, it’s her who is startled. She and Tamlin share the same expression. “What? No! When I first woke up here, I heard that same sentence rattling in my head. Though, I heard it in my Mum’s voice, which is weird because she would never say something so formal to me. It would have been, “Juno! Stop being lazy and go fix Spring already!”

She cackles and slaps her knees. Tamlin ignores her. What does this mean? They both heard the same sentence but in their own mother’s voice? He has never come across such a peculiar conundrum. A single glance at his Court is enough to see the issue at hand - everything is dying or rotting to the core. Tamlin recalls seeing patches of land that appear sickly months after the downfall of his rule and home. Is magic itself leaving the Spring Court? Is that why everything is turning into a husk, and him growing weaker by the day?

As Tamlin ponders about this, Juno entertains herself by rummaging through her bags. Sorting out the items that can help her survive in the long run.

“This is a sign from the Mother,” Tamlin suddenly gasps out, eyes wide with realisation. The cogs in his brain are shifting rapidly as everything starts to fall into place. “I must restore the Spring Court to its former glory before the Rot destroys it completely.” ‘And me along with it’ was what he didn’t say.

“Congrats! You figured it out.” Juno applauded him. In her hand is a thin, rectangular object; her eyes are glued to it. “And it looks like I’ll be helping you out.”

Tamlin immediately scoffs. “I’ve paid the price of needing a mortal’s help,” That’s an overflowing can of worms he never wants to open. “I don’t need anyone’s help. Least of all, you.”

Juno simply hums; his ire sluices off her like water. “Yeah, no, that’s gonna fly with dear, old Mother,” Tamlin bristles, but she continues, “Like I said, I’m familiar with this schtick: The MC falls into a fictional world, gets caught up with the drama, and the only way to go back home is to help solve said drama with some OP powers or whatever. So face it, Legolas Wannabe, your Mother brought me - a puny human - to this shit hole to help you.”

“Just like Amarantha’s curse.” Tamlin replied bitterly.

“Hey, I’m way better than Fry-Her-Face Feyre, alright!?” Juno counters, affronted. She spread her arms as if to prove a point. “I’ll definitely beat your ass if you even think about pulling your old shits again. So! Have we got a Bargain?”

Tamlin narrowed a piercing gaze at her. “You should know better than to strike up a Bargain with me. What? You couldn’t have forgotten what it entails. Not with all your hatred of this world.”

“I didn’t actually read the books. Just picked up enough bits and pieces from mutuals and online posts to get the entire gist of it,” Juno admits without shame. For a moment, Tamlin wondered how someone could hate something so passionately without even properly engaging with it. “You’re right, though; let’s not do a suicide pact. We actually have common sense, unlike some people. So… how are we going to do this?”

“I cannot think of any reasons why you’ve heard the Mother’s voice,” Tamlin ran a hand down his exhausted face. “If the Fates has truly bound us together then… then I will adhere to her words. I will do whatever it takes to stop the Rot. Restore the Spring Court, and you will be helping me every step out of the way. Once it’s over…”

Juno easily jumps in. “Then the opportunity or pathway that can get me home should open up!” She thrust her hand towards him, a pleased grin curling her lips. “I got some ideas on where we can start. You’re in?”

“Tell me more about the books, and I’ll hear you out,” Tamlin demanded, and with nothing else to do, he clasped her hand with his. They’ve sealed the deal. For better or worse, the two of them are in this together now—a human from a world beyond he could ever comprehend and an exiled High Lord who has become Prythian number 1 pariah.

“Oh, I’m gonna dump so many shits on you that you’re gonna regret that sooner than later.” Juno smirks. “Now then, let’s go to your manor. We can start there.”

The annual High Lord meeting hosted by Helion was a success more than any of them would ever know. Except for Juno and Tamlin, of course.

After her friendly chat with Feyre, Juno made no detours and headed straight to where her ‘Mate’ was - hanging out with Tarquin at one of Helion’s more publicly accessible libraries. When she found the two High Lords, they were conversing near the lit fireplace. A cosy atmosphere sets around them like a warm blanket on a winter’s morning. Juno would’ve loved to join them (steal any opportunity to talk to Tarquin since he’s her favourite character among the barrel of proverbial rotten apples), but she and Tamlin need to return home so they can plan their next move.

“Hm? Oh!” It’s Tarquin who notices her first when she enters the room. His blue eyes are akin to the loveliest sapphires, and they light up when she approaches them. “Juno, right? It’s very nice to meet you; I’m Tarquin. The current High Lord of the Summer Court.” He pushes himself off his chair to shake her hand—ever the perfect gentleman.

“Same here,” Juno replies, her voice soft, almost shy. A dramatic contrast when she was talking to Feyre. Internally, she giggles like a high school girl who has been acknowledge by her crush. “Thanks for keeping Tamlin busy. His bark is worse than his bite nowadays, don’t worry.”

Tamlin, in his defence, silently sneers at her.

Tarquin cocks an eyebrow as he stares at him and then back to Juno. He wisely kept whatever thoughts he had to himself. “I don’t know about that, but Tamlin has been an excellent company. He was kind enough to share the foundations of this ‘democracy’ that you spoke about during our meeting. Will you reveal your plans about the new form of governing system in the Spring Court?”

Not so much as spoke but more of dropping a bomb on the High Lords and their Mates’ heads. Juno purposely gave details of the barest bones within 10 minutes, enough to get everyone curious yet leave room for doubts. It took everything in her not to laugh when Beron was the first one to fall for it. But since this is Tarquin…

“Everything will unfold in due time,” Tamlin answered for her instead. He casts a knowing look at Juno. She might rant a lot about how terrible the Court series is, from the author to the very cartography of the world, but she also ‘simps’ a lot about Tarquin and Nesta. Her… bias. “I believe the changes that will be happening in the Spring Court would serve as great references to you in the future.”

(When you’re forced to work together with someone in close quarters for an indefinite amount of time, It’s unreal how quickly Tamlin could decipher her otherworldly phrases, slang and words to the point that he’s semi-fluent when it comes to her manner of speech.)

Tarquin inclines his head. “I will look forward to it.” He suddenly hesitated for a moment before genuine happiness overtook him. “I hope I’m not overstepping when I say this: I’m glad to see you back to your old self again, Tamlin.”

The High Lord of the Spring Court searches for any mockery from Tarquin (steadfastly ignoring how his ‘Mate’ is vibrating out of control and is in the process of cutting the blood circulation off in his arm via clenching), and when he finds none, Tamlin is oddly humbled and embarrassed. It was Tarquin who sought him out after the meeting. It was Tarquin who suggested they relocate to the library when he noticed how tense Tamlin’s shoulders were when eyes followed him into the dining hall. It was Tarquin who was the only one among them who treated him as a fellow High Lord instead of as a traitor of war or a mindless beast.

“The old Tamlin died when my Court fell into ruin - ” Tamlin says after a while. His voice is thick with emotion.

“I’m sorry, the old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now - “ Juno interjects underneath her breath, snickering. Tarquin tilts his head, confused.

Tamlin gently elbowed her for the interruption. “Shut it, peanut gallery. As I was saying, it’s better that the old me is dead. Spring is about rebirth, and it’s time I follow suit.”

“Very poignant,” Tarquin replies with a smile. Changes are always heralded by Spring, and he’s glad to see that its High Lord is taking the helm once again. “Then I wish nothing but the best for you and your Mate, Tamlin. May the two of you always be happy.”

“You’re so sweet!” Juno suddenly blurts out, unable to hold back any longer. This beautiful Fae needs to be protected at all costs! “You totally don’t deserve the bullshits from Rice Fail and his Inner Cave. The fucking audacity of those Zionists to trespass into your Court, steal your shit, destroy your building and then reprimand you when you confronted them!? Not to mention how the two of them argued like fucking toddlers over who’s the most jealous, and-and how dare Fugly Fucker use you! You! One of the few things that SJM did right in this world! And can we talk about how if those motherfuckers just talked to you about that damn Books, you’d have easily negotiated with them? What the fuck!? None of them are fit to rule! Oh, and “She’s the High Lady of the Night Court; she can do what wishes” Bitch!? You guys were in the Summer Court! What does that have to do with anything!? Is accountability a word they’re allergic to!? If I was you, I’d - ”

Juno’s mouth is immediately muffled tight by Tamlin’s broad hand.

“She’s your biggest fan,” Tamlin apologises through gritted teeth while Tarquin is utterly taken aback with his eyes wide open. “Don’t pay her any mind.”

“How… How do you - “ Tarquin splutters. Why does she know the exact conversation that transpired between him, Rhysand and Feyre!?

“I’m afraid we must be going now. It was a pleasure, Lord Tarquin.” Tamlin smoothly interrupted. With a glaring Juno in his arms, he Winnowed the two of them back to the Spring Court. Back to the entrance of his manor, which is still under construction.

“What happened to you promising to behave when we’re in the Day Court?” Tamlin demanded once he released the human female. It’s quiet just as they left for the meeting, but now, the night sky greets them with twinkling stars overhead.

“The crimes committed against Tarquin by that shitty ass Court are fucking disgusting.” Juno scoffs with disdain. Without waiting for him, she stepped through the newly repaired doors, and Tamlin rolled his eyes. He follows her stride.

“You realise that he’s probably scared of you now, right?” Tamlin dryly says as the two head deeper. Although it’s been a few months since the two of them started rebuilding the manor, there were still some parts of the area that are in ruins, and the two just can’t move the large rubbles and crumbled hallways all on their own (“What are those muscles for if you can’t lift a simple rock, human!?”, “I work as a dancer you insensitive, fuck! I’m not used to this kind of physical labour!). Still, they have running water, working plumbing and kitchen and a roof above their heads. It will have to do for now. His family home is a shell of its former glory, but after talking to Tarquin, a blooming part of him is excited to start everything from scratch. To create a home where no ghosts of the past or painful memories haunt the walls. “Was there a point to your word dumping on the High Lord of the Summer Court?”

They’re now in the kitchen. Juno perches herself onto one of the high stools, her face scrunched up. “God, you sound like a fucking boomer. Wait, you’re way older than that generation. You’re, what, 500 something? You should be in a museum.” She says, distracted as she rummages through her make-up case.

“I don’t know what that word means.” Tamlin snaps, though there’s no heat behind it. He’d learned that her ire is solely reserved for the Night Court, so whatever else comes out from her mouth is either empty insults or rambles. He rounds the table to heat the stove. He had given Juno what little money he had left from the treasury for grocery and supply shopping this week, and for his part, he became the designated cook and rationed whatever his partner could buy.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Fine. Now, did you get everything you needed from the meeting?”

Juno looks up from her self-appointed task for the evening: Removing her acrylic nails. A broad smirk transforms her unremarkable face into that of a cruel goddess. “Everything and then some. I got to hit my newest punching bag, so that’s a bonus!”

“Right…” Tamlin grimaced when an unknown scent from Juno’s bottle itched his nose. “Will you now explain why you insisted on following me to attend the meeting? And please tell me it’s not because you just wanted to see Tarquin.” To combat that piercing and irritating scent, Tamlin begins cooking a light dinner.

“Tarquin is everything I imagined him to be,” Juno sighs, a little lovestruck. She giggles to herself when Tamlin tosses a deadpan stare. She then focuses back on her nails. “Nah, but for real, I wanted some insurance. You’re in your Healing Era, Tamlin, and that means our goal is to get you back to full power - mentally, emotionally and physically. It’s your rebirth, remember? And I don’t want anyone from the other Courts to interfere with that.”

The word rebirth continues to strike Tamlin’s core. He’s so exhausted from rage… from grief. He wants to change, but…

“Redemption. Do I even deserve it?”

“Not this again. Rebirth and redemption are two different things, Tamlin. The way I see it, you’ve paid your dues in your own way already. You don’t owe anyone else. You wanna turn your life around? Good. Noble, even. But you gotta do it because YOU want it, not because you’re expected to.”

“I didn’t know that you’re capable of such profound words. It seems that tonight is full of surprises.”

“This bitch! I’m trying to help you feel better!”

“Spare us both and stick to insults instead.”

Because Juno is facing Tamlin’s back, she couldn’t see the tiny grin on his face. The mortal woman has been growing on to him like a moss. He doesn’t know if they’re friends yet, but so far, he enjoys having some company again.

(He misses Lucien.)

“You’re so weird,” Says the literal alien from another world. “While you sort out the remaining bits of your existential crisis, I’m gonna be focusing on the security of the Spring Court. Not a lockdown per se. More like… feeding any unwanted parties some false information.” The last of her black nails clatter on the table. Pleased with the shine of her natural nails, she went over beside Tamlin to wash her hands in the sink before wiping them dry. When Tamlin handed her two plates of simple stir-fried noodles with vegetables, she carried them to the table.

“And how exactly will you be doing that?”

“So… remember what I said when we were in the cave?”

“You have to be specific; I got lost among the venomous spew about the Night Court and the fact that I live in a fictional world.”

“Cute, Tamlin. I meant about how Isekai protagonists are usually given some bullshit OP ability.”

“Elaborate what’s ‘OP’.”

“Urgh, overpowered, you amoeba.”

Tamlin stops eating; his fork hangs in the air. He cautiously asks, “You can wield magic?” He sensed nothing! Absolutely nothing from this human the moment they met.

Juno taps her foot against the floor, contemplating. “I don’t know if it’s magic, but I definitely have something. In fact, it saved my fine ass when you tried to attack me.”

The High Lord remembered as clear as day. He has never been brought to such a pathetic state that every time he tried to attack her, they all missed. A stumble. A mis-aim. A stomach wreck with hunger so bad that he could barely stand upright. A disgraceful performance as a warrior. Was it truly because of his weakened state? Tamlin’s pride wanted it to be otherwise, but the more logical part of him warned him that the unknown was a lot worse. “What did you do?”

For the first time since they met, Juno looks… scared and for some reason, Tamlin’s heartstrings twist. “Ok, don’t freak out. I sorta… control which actions you would take among the many possibilities. And time froze too when I was picking them, so that’s cool.”

“You… controlled my actions?” Tamlin repeats slowly.

She sighs and leans back against the chair, arms folded across her chest. “This is an ability that I’ve seen in Blazblue and Umeniko. Let me try my best to explain it to you in the simplest way since it’s quite abstract in theory. I’ll give you a scenario: Aelin wakes up. She’s sitting at the dining table, about to have breakfast. In front of her is a pancake and a bowl of porridge - two possibilities. She picked the pancakes, but I chose the porridge. The world corrects her actions, and without her knowing, she’s cleaning that porridge bowl.”

Tamlin’s jaw is now hanging, and understanding sinks in. “You can change the Fates themselves.”

“In a way. When you launched at me first, time stopped. I could see 4 other possible actions - you would lob my head clean from that jump. The second possibility was you thrusting a claw at my abdomen, tearing out my entrails. The third is you using your sharp teeth, tearing out my neck. The fourth, now this is interesting, was you stumbling after launching at me. So I picked that instead and did the same for the rest of your murderous attempts.”

Juno could control Tamlin. Just like -

A crash. A shout. Precious minutes vanished from Tamlin.

“ - keep it a secret. No, no - keeping such an OP power as a secret is usually the fastest route to the Bad Ending. Like hell would I follow those YA and Manhwa heroines. Fuck! I can’t remember what you’re supposed to do when someone is having a panic attack. Not touch them? Talk them through it? Uh, Tamlin? Tamlin, can you hear me? At least you’re not blindly lashing out, so that’s good. I hope you can listen to me because I promise you - I swear it, OK? - that I won’t ever mess with you like that.”

“How could I possibly trust you?” Tamlin rasped, his eyes are dull. He struggles to ground himself once more, but when he slowly comes to his senses, he finds himself slumped on the floor. The table is flipped, and their dinner is scattered on the floor with bits and pieces of the porcelain plate. “When you’re the second coming of Amarantha.”

Kneeling at a good distance from him, Juno is insulted. Still scared but uncharacteristically solemn. “How can I assure you, Tamlin? A Bargain? Some kind of blood oath? I don’t know what’s available in this world that can make you trust me.”

Tamlin heard stories about the gods when he was still a Youngling. How they are callous, indifferent, and so easily bored by the monotony of life. How it’s considered an honour, a great blessing to be chosen by them. Hah. Tamlin has lived long enough to understand that being unnoticed by heartless divinities is a true blessing.

It’s mind-shattering to realise that Juno is a young god masquerading as a human to stave off the boredom. One that is still growing, still coming into her divinity - a petulant, playful god with venom running in her veins and hatred burning her forever warm. This is who the Mother invoked as a symbol of salvation for Tamlin.

“Will you use your powers on me?”

“Only for your best interest,” Juno admits. “I’m planning on taking the role of a Support Class whenever you’re in a fight. The books claimed that you’re a powerful High Lord - but not as strong as Rice Failure, tch - and I believe it. But just in case, I can make sure that you won’t encounter any close calls or nasty surprises. Plus, I’m not a healer, but if you’re badly injured on the battlefield and, god forbid, no one can get to you in time, I can just replace your body with another version of Tamlin who is strong, whole and not exhausted by the fight.”

He listens, and he processes everything that this capricious creature says. It’s unfathomable.

Silence stretches between the two. Juno is at a loss; for the first time in her life, she desperately wants to convey her most sincere feelings to another person (other than her bestie and parents) and has no idea how, while Tamlin is painfully aware that there’s really nothing that can stop her from turning every living creature in this world into her playthings.

“I need some time to think about this.” Mother, he suddenly has the urge to get rip-roaring drunk just so he can escape for more than a few minutes. “Are you going to dictate what I’ll do next?”

Juno grins. It’s utterly plastic. “I don’t care about you enough as a character to control every aspect of your life, Tamlin.”

Trust is a fickle thing. In Tamlin’s case, who is a Fae, he could only take Juno’s words as a form of trust. How ironic.

He pushes himself up, choosing not to comment when she flinches. He needs to change his skin and, maybe later, find some leftover bottle of wine or whiskey. Just as he was about to exit the kitchen, he paused and asked without turning around. “Who did you play with?” The implication is clear during Juno’s explanation.

“A vertically challenged hag.”

#lady writes #fanfic #acotar #anti ic #anti sjm #modern girl in prythian au #pro tamlin

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Kotoko door analysis

(slight mentions of murder and violence)

In this post, I'll try my best to analyse Kotoko's door art! It will have 4 sections! Feel free to skip to which one you want, but I can't guarantee that there aren't parts in which I correlate what I say with an earlier phrase!

1. Colours

2. Door

3. Door elements

4. Kotoko - body language and item

Colours

The predominant colour for her door is deep pink. It's interesting, because it is very similar with her song title!

This shade of pink is often associated with boldness, exitement and something alarming.

Kotoko is excited to work with us, as stated in her voice lines for the second trial. She promises to use her strength for Es in order to punish the evildoers, happy that there is someone who she thinks understands her views.

"Kotoko: To be honest, I don't know your true intentions. And I don't know whether you are a similar person with similar thoughts. Who knows, maybe it's just my delusion of wishful thinking."

Kotoko is working alone most of the time during her MV. Her desires to change the world and punish the evil, are aspects that even she knows that are very hard to achieve alone. Despite the "lone wolf" saying and association with many characters, wolves are animals that work better together, as a pack. They are loyal and care about eachother, they hunt better and protect, having a common objective of self-preservation.

Kotoko's frustration and desperation in this voice line, illustrates that people, in general, aren't very fond of her actions and wishes. She yells at them, because she's tired of having to explain her desires. On top of that, the fact that she has to work alone, means that she is hardly achieving what she wants.

"From the beginning I've never asked for your understanding! My actions, one by one, are bringing earth closer to peace. Useless Weaklings should just shut up and let me protect them!"

When she sees Es, she can't shake the oportunity of not working with them. She is hoping for a change, and thinks that maybe, just maybe, she finally found the right person, the right partner.

"Kotoko: Let's shake hands. We will be companions."

Boldness is really self-explanatory considering Kotoko's character. She is not afraid to put herself in danger, because she is confident in her skills. In order to protect people, she is overworking herself and fights untill exhaustion. By calling herself a "fang", it indicates how she has the tendecy to consider herself a weapon, an intem used to deliver justice, showing how little concern she has for her well-being.

"Good morning, Es. I’m Yuzuriha Kotoko. I’m your fangs."

Deep pink is a colour that cathes people attention. It is composed from red and white, the darker the pink, the more red used. This colour is associated with something alarming, basically danger. It is a nice parallel, considering that Kotoko attacked the guilty prisoners, and is a dangerous person in the eyes of the evildoers.

Moreover, intense pinks often creates a sense of urgency. In the MV, Kotoko is seen running almost constantly, never taking a break, and trying her hardest to find clues and take action. She is determinated to deliver justice and to pursue her work. Along with her desperate and strong singing, the urgency can be felt and seen.

Next, we have a shade of teal, which is used for the text!

Teal symbolises individuality, renewal, morality, practicality, welcoming, logical, private.

Individuality -> Kotoko is seen as an unique person due to her unusual wishes. She is not understood by many, she gave up on asking people to understand her, although she craves for support and help.

Morality -> she has a strong sense of justice and such learned to distinguish what's bad or good, right or wrong. Moreover, being a law student, means that she wants to pursue a career based on these principles.

Practicality, renewal -> Kotoko is trying her hardest to give her best, even more now that she has Es as a partner. Practicality can also mean "usefulness" or "utility". Combined with Kotoko's views about herself, in which she considers as a weapon to be used, it makes a lot of sense with her character.

"(laughs) Just as I hoped. So you want to work together with me, right? I’ll live up to your expectations and use up all of my power for you."

Welcoming -> Kotoko offered Es to work together, basically welcoming them to team up. Even now, this most likely represents her willingness to continue the deal, looking at Es with a pround grin, in a way that express her happiness that she has a partner.

Logical, private -> Kotoko, despite offering to work with Es, didn't reveal much information about herself, other than her beliefs. Although she wants to work with us, for logical reasons, she keeps details in the unfortunate event that she might be betrayed. Also, in her MV, she is shown carefully finding information, analysing it and, then, going into action. She carefully plans, and keeps her identity anonymous, the best example being Kotoko hurting the man from the alley with men boots, for the police to not suspect her.

Door

Now that we covered the colours, let's proceed to the door.

Due to medieval style that it has, and because the material used it's most likely iron, I think it looks very similar with a dungeon door.

"A dungeon is a room or cell in which prisoners are held, especially underground. Dungeons are generally associated with medieval castles, though their association with tortue probably belongs more to the Renaissance period."

Considering the definition, I think it fits a lot with Kotoko. She sees herself as Es's companion, above the other prisoners, whom she beats up based on our judgement. The torture part isn't far fetched either, seeing the state Mahiru and Fuuta are during this trial and, who knows, maybe even in the next.

However, the appearance of the dungeons can have a bigger correlation with Kokoko's character. Dungeons are places of torture and imprisonment, therefore they correlate with deeply hidden, unconscious thoughts and fears.

It's no wonder that her VD will be pretty much Kotoko and Es discussing her current actions and the deal. Even in the song preview, she is asking why do we want to stop her? Isn't it what justice is about?

Kotoko might feel a litte betrayed by Es, who doesn't want to continue this vigilante justice in the prison. As I stated before, Kotoko is very happy, having Es as a companion, with whom her work is easier, feeling more closer to ending her mission of eradicating the evildoers. Kotoko is a logical person, so I think that deep down she will realize easily that her and Es don't have the same ideals and principales. She was alone for a long time, her wishes not being seen with good eyes by others. I don't think Kotoko doesn't fear deep down that Es will betray her, if she'll be voted guilty, although these things will surely be hidden by her tough front. She is scared of not having a purpose, a way to prove herself, and without Es, all these things will dissapear.

Moreover, the fact that this door is the most "open" in the sense that, due to the iron bars, we can see the darkness, her subconscious, it indicates that she'll probably be the most open to share her views, new details about the crime. After all, even in the first voice drama, she has no fear in letting Es see her "heart", and now, she has the same attitude.

"Kotoko: After all, Es, you can touch (access) my heart (inner world), right? Through songs and videos..

Es: That is correct.

Kotoko: Then there's no problem. People who understand will automatically do so."

Kotoko, in reality, didn't change much, but she become more confident, because now she has a reason to give justice, a new purpose. In a way, it's like an addiction for Kotoko, this feeling of being right and punishing evil. And it was even more pronounced, because of our vote and deal. An addiction it's not something that you can get rid off easily: the more you do, the more you want it and need it.

"Don't stop/ I need a good reason to give justice/ Give me my next purpose"

Now, this will be just a speculation on my part, but based on the fact that dungeons can symbolise (the deepest fears and thoughts), and that the door is the "most open", I think we will dig much deeper in Kotoko's subconscious, maybe finding more elements of her relationship with her own desires and the lack of self care, maybe even more information about why she made this decision of dedicating herself for justice. Even if these things will not happen, what I'm sure of is that Kotoko's MV will be a banger!

Door elements

Because we covered the door itself, we will continue analysing the elements from it: the wolf claw marks, the eye and the weighing scale.

The claw marks

"The imagery of the claw has long been associated with the idea of the hunter, the protector, and the warrior. The sharp edges of the claw symbolises our ability to defend ourselves and our loved ones and represents the primal force that stirs within us. Whether carved from stone or crafted from metal, the claw symbolises the strength and perseverance that lies within us all."

No wonder, claw marks symbolise Kotoko's strenght and ability to protect others, as well as her ferocity when she is giving punishments to evildoers. It's not the first time when she feels connected to the wolves, seeing herself as a part of the pack. She is determinated to achieve her goals of eradicating evil from the world.

Claw marks can symbolise passion and intense emotions. The intoxicating feeling that Kotoko has every time she manages to find a bad person, when she has a new purpose, a new utility. Also, it can illustrate Kotoko's lack of sympaty for these kind of people and how she doesn't feel any remorse, being pround of her actions.

I would also want to point out the rust:

Although ruin, most of the time, symbolises neglect and decay, further accentuating Kotoko's murder and the beatings in the prison, which resulted in Mahiru being on the brink of death, it can also represent endurance and impermanence.

"Rust is also a reminder of impermanence. It serves as a symbol of the fact that everything in life is temporary and has an expiration date. It can serve as a reminder to cherish the present moment and not take anything for granted."

In this case, Kotoko will most probably lose her power and authority that it was granted to her by Es, when accepting the deal. She exploited this new power, by punishing the guilty prisoners without Es's knowledge, being convinced that their ideals are totaly aligned. In the end, this deal will turn out to be nothing but temporary, depending on her future verdict.

Also, isn't it interesting how every claw mark has three scratch marks (Fuuta's number), and together they are six (Mahiru's number)?

Weighing scale

"The scales (specifically, a two-pan, beam balance) are one of the traditional symbols of justice, as wielded by statues of Lady Justice. This corresponds to the use in a metaphor of matters being "held in the balance"."

This one is a pretty known fact, that scales represent justice, fairness and equal treatment.

Justice is pretty much the main part of Kotoko's character, so no wonder that we have an association with the lady of justice. However, it's important to remember that we are the ones that are voting the characters, Kotoko is just following our decisions. So not only it serves as a reminder for the deal established, but also at our own hypocrisy. Our judgements are nothing but impure, they are not fair, because our biases come to play. So seeing this weighing scale, which is supposed to represent fairness, it's quite funny. To further highlight my point, the eye on the door is not covered, not even closed.

So in the end, it's an interesting way to show our hypocrisy and Kotoko's, because, she's following our judgement without bothering to find more information about their specific crimes, blindly trusting Es, in the process.

Eye

Considering that we talked about the eye, let's continue with it.

The way is shaped, and because of the big emphasis of showing more Kotoko's right eye (here, in the door art, but also, in the thumbnail), this more likely represents the eye of Ra.

What is the eye of Ra?

"The Egyptian eye is found in various amulets. The idea here is that it can help push the negative energy away while bringing harmony back into your life. It's interesting because a lot of pharaohs were using it as a way to protect themselves while also destabilizing the government. That said, you need to be careful if you choose to invoke this energy. It can sometimes become violent and out of control."

This eye represents very well the situation that we have with Kotoko. If we consider her the eye of Ra, it can easily illustrate how we "invoked" her by making this deal, in order to protect us and give us information about the life in prison, but she became too violent and went out of control, punishing the guilty prisoners without Es's acord.

What's even more interesting is that eye of Ra amulets were most of the time coloured in a dark crimson colour to ward against evil spirits. Kotoko has dark crimson eyes, the similarities between this eye and her are fascinating!

Moreover, there is a legend in which the human Ra become old and weak, so people started to disregard his laws and rules. Annoyed, he punished the people, sending his daughter Ra's lion eye, which anihilated almost all humanity!

A summary of the legend: feel free to skip!

"According to legend, the human Ra was old and frail, and because of this, his people began to disregard his laws and directives. To punish his people, he dispatched his daughter, Ra’s lion’s eye. The eye grew enraged and annihilated humanity. The gods were worried that the eye would kill everyone. Ra got his eyes drunk on red beer and passed out. The eye then calmed down and returned to Ra."

There are other myths too. For example, one of them, which is very similar with what Kotoko is doing this trial, states that the Eye of Ra is designed to acquire information. Then justice is brought based on the info accumulated by the eye.

"Kotoko: Using you, in the position of a prison guard, with information you received from the interrogations. Paired with me, in the position of a prisoner, with information I receive from my life in prison… us sharing it. What do you think?"

Anyway, I think we talked enough about this eye, let's proceed to next section, which is the last!

Kotoko - body language and item

Kotoko's shown grinning at us with a confident attitude, quite proundly, having one of her hands on her hips, and in the other holding a baton.

Grin

"Grin is defined as a facial expression that expresses the feeling of pleasure, amusement, or insincere. The body language carried out for this expression is that the person smiles in the manner that his mouth is open and the teeth are visible."

Feeling of pleasure of having found her "awaited hero" and punishing the people who have sinned.

Hand on hip

"The hand on hip pose usually means you're feeling confident and ready to take action."

Kotoko is demonstrating us that she is ready to do whatever "next purpose" or task we are giving her. She is looking at us like we are her partner, and she can't wait to take again action!

Also:" just like how the pose can make you feel more confident, placing your hands on your hips can assure you that you’re capable and know what you’re doing."

At the same time, she is also reassuring herself and her actions, probably thinking that the task ahead or "the dirty work" as she calls it in VD, will be difficult, but, at the same time, will bring her the satisfaction of knowing that she contributed more in punishing the bad people.

An interesting fact!

"Police officers often place their hands on their hips to show that they’re ready to take charge. This pose is so common in police officers that you might be able to tell that someone is a cop when they’re not in uniform!"

Further implying the new authority that it was granted to Kotoko after the deal!

Considering that we talked about police officers, let's get to the item, more precisely the baton! (btw, kind of upset, because I can't really find something else to talk about her pose, as for other characters! But her door is still one of the prettiest!)

Baton

The first time I've seen the art, I genually thought for a moment that she is holding a sword, realizing shortly after that is just the baton from her second sprite! But, because I made this correlation, I immediately thought, again, at the Lady of Justice, but this time, at her weapon!

"In ancient times, a guilty verdict was executed with a literal swing of the sword on the neck of the accused. The symbolism is thus used to convey the idea that justice, when enforced, should be swift and with finality.

Swords likewise symbolize authority and respect, denoting that justice stands by its every ruling and decision. However, notice that Lady Justice’s sword is unsheathed, meaning justice is always transparent and is never just an implement of fear."

The baton, in this case, is like the sword for the Lady of Justice! (so many associations with her!). Kotoko is using it to showcase her authority and to command respect. Es is the one that "rules" and makes the decisions. Kotoko is the one who is swinging her "sword" and punishes, basically doing the dirty work.

"You're too kind. You can't bear to see the prison changing due to your choices, can you? You need allies. I'll do the dirty work."

This is very long! I am tired, but also excited to see Kotoko's MV! The symbolism, the elements on the door are so fascinating... It actually makes you wonder if Kotoko sees herself as a Lady of Justice in her own way!

Thank you for reading! ~🐺

#AAAA I can't wait for Kotoko's VD!#the sad part of her being the last is that we have the least information about her right now...#I will probably take a break from these long analyses #At least until I learn to manage my time better because I will be very busy starting next week unfortunately #But I'll try to post even if they are just small things!#Also the lack of Kotoko content makes me sad that's why I decided to analyse her door!#milgram #milgram kotoko #kotoko yuzuriha #milgram theory #character analysis #thoughts

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auroragehenna · 8 months

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AI-less Whumptober

Day 7 Flatline, Restrained, CPR

TW/CW: Attacked on the street, beating, asphyxiation (choking), Words: 1200 words

Whumpee was deadly exhausted. She felt like could collapse any second, when would this torment end? “Alore, we’re done for today!”, the ballet teacher called out.

The girls sighed out and applaud before packing their bags.

Whumpee walked to the changing room and slumped onto the thin bench. There she took off her pointe shoes and changed. Soon after she left the building and walked away. The walk wasn’t long but still felt creepy. She was a woman after all. And with how exhausted you are from training you couldn’t defend yourself. A tiny evil voice in her brain threw in. “Oh shut it.”, she hissed to herself. Passing the park at the side of the way she closed her eyes, taking in the rustling of the leaves. A smile crept onto her lips. Until a hand pressed on to it and she got dragged into the darkness of the park. Whumpee screamed into the hand over her mouth but it was no use. Too little sound came out. It was pitch black and before she could even realize what was happening the person shoved her onto the grassy ground. Whumpee tried to break her fall but at the same moment hands grabbed her arms and they both crash. She felt weight on her hips and realized the person was sitting on top of her, straddling her.

“There you go, nice and still!”, whumper gleefully said to their pinned down victim. They trapped both her wrists in one of their hands and with the other one took out a roll of tape. They feel the girl flinch under them at the sound of the tape being torn off. A wide smile breaks through the focused expression on their face. Swiftly they manage to wrap it around the girl’s wrists multiple times. Satisfied they now lazily take the metal stake out of their bag. They hit it into the earth and use the girl’s wrists to hammer it deeper in. Then drop them behind the pole. Now. Everything was ready.

“Let’s see what should I do with you now?”, the gleeful voice sounded from above Whumpee. What was going on?! She tried to free her hands but only got stuck on the pole. Panic. She was stuck. Really stuck. “Let me go, please!”

“Aww whyever would I do that, sweetie? We haven’t even had fun yet.”

Whumpee whimpered, she pulled and pulled on the tape holding her wrists together but only managed to roughen her skin. Then she started screaming.

Whumper’s eyebrows knitted together, she shot her hand fourth, wrapping her fingers around Whumpee’s throat and squeezed. “Asphyxiation it is then!”, Whumper sweetly said.

Soon Whumpee started to claw at the grass, pinned down legs kicking into nothing. Her eyes were wide and panicky, looking into the darkness where her attacker was. Slowly her body slowed down the panicked jerks. Was it just her or was it getting even darker? Then, the miracle! Air! Oxygen was flowing into her lungs again!

“Now have we learned our lesson?”, Whumper asked with an audible smile.”

“Please let me go! Please!”

“Ah, ah, ah, sweetie.”, Whumper cooed and squeezed again.

Whumpee’s panic skyrocketed again as soon as her throat closed. But this time it felt shorter. When her attacker let go the second time she coughed and simultaneously gasped for air resulting in a row of choked sounds.

Whumper waited for her to get her functionality back. Finally the girl seemed to have recovered a bit. “Noow are we good?”, they asked brightly.

Whumpee whimpered but didn’t scream anymore.

“Aww, sweetie, you don’t have to give me the silent treatment, I just don’t want you to scream for help. I’ll get the tiny, cute noises out of you anyway.” She smiled.

“I-I won’t scream anymore. But please let me go.”, Whumpee begged.

“No can do, sweetie. You should really try to find a way to enjoy this as much as I do. But don’t stop begging, it’s adorable.” And with that she rummaged through her own bag trying to decide what to use. But then she hesitated. “Say sweetie, where were you coming from when I got you?”

“From ballet…-ballet practice.”, Whumpee answered in a broken sob.

“Whumper tooted at her, running her fingers soothingly through the girl’s hair while thinking. Then she felt around in the grass until she had found the girl’s bag. Some more digging and then she felt what she wanted. The sturdy wood and soft satin of the girl’s pointe shoes. She took them out of the bag and made sure to gently drag them over the girl’s arm as she started to speak again. “How about we try something, hm.” A wolfish smile grew on her face.

Whumpee only whimpered in response and even though it was dark turned her head away from her torturer.

“I wanna see how fast you bruise if I use these!”, Whumper squeaked. And without giving the girl the chance to respond she battered the shoe down on the girl’s right arm. Avoiding bone but hitting full force.

Whumpee screamed out in pain but was effectively shut up by her attacker putting their fingers into her mouth and digging the nails in.

“Mkay, mkay!”, she mumbled out around the invading fingers.

What did we say about screaming? You know if we were alone, you could scream all you want. I‘d encourage it even. But out here you can‘t, no, no.“, Whumper said a tad less cheerful now.

Whumpee as panicky as they were made a split decision and bit down on their attacker‘s fingers.

Whumpee yelped and delivered a few sharp blows with the pointe shoe over Whumpee‘s torso. That made her loosen the hold on their fingers and they quickly ripped them out. Spit and blood was webbed over them. They wiped it down on Whumpee‘s face and raised their arm for another blow. „You should not have done that.“, they said, this time dead serious.

Whumpee‘s eyes went wide. Their clutched together body now started to tremble as they heard their attacker‘s voice change. Then out of the darkness came another blow and they couldn‘t breathe. They couldn‘t breathe! So much pain! They wanted to scream but there was no air! Her attacker had hit her throat! And there, another blow into her abdomen. And onto her arms. More and more and more, everything was pain. She was pain. And then it stopped. She got a backhand into her face and jerked up.

„Don‘t pass out on me, sweetie.“, Whumper said saccharine sweetly. Whumpee only groaned and whimpered in response.

„Now as fun as this is, I‘m afraid we have to end tonight’s date.“, whumper said in a sad tone while caressing Whumpee’s face with the nail of her index finger. „But you do seem promising, I‘m looking forward to seeing you again.“, they said sinisterly and sweet as ever, moving their finger to tilt her chin up. „B-Bye!“, her attacker said and then whumpee felt the weight on her disappear. With last strength she took out her phone and called an ambulance. Yet she only managed to groan out her location and a broken help before passing out.

Taglist: @yourlocalgaefae33 (I know you'll love this one!), @princessofhe11, @ailesswhumptober

#jayna's writing #ailesswhumptober #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptoberday7 #ailesswhumptoberday7restrained #day 7 #whump #whump writing #whump blog #whumpee #creative writing #ballet #restrained whumpee #restrained #pinned down #pinned to the ground #cheerful whumper #sadistic whumper

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codylabs · 1 year

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Dangit, I just finished one giant metroid comic now I'm inspired to start like half a dozen more. Maybe typing them out here will get them out of my head but probably not.

One about Samus waiting out a rainstorm alongside some federation soldiers. They ask her why she wears yellows and reds all the time and she tells them a little about Chozo culture, and their philosophies on war and pride and prophecy.

A retelling of Dread's events showing Raven Beak's perspective and tactics, and Samus's misadventures after an E.M.M.I. actually manages to shank her.

One of Samus's many duels with Ridley, in the middle of a battle, in the bottom of a crater knee deep in mud. Pirates watch from one ridge, and federation soldiers from the other, cheering for their champions and helping out with sniper shots. Sam and Rids brutalize each other for pages upon pages, each and every blow leaving a mark, every tool and weapon gets used, both of them covered in mud until their shapes and their bodies get lost in stylized pages and it just looks like two indistinct monsters tearing into each other with teeth, flashes of their backstories with roles and species and shapes and people mixed and jumbled in a misremembered haze of savagery. The art style finally normalizes when they're both too exhausted and wounded to keep fighting. She staggers over to him, shatters open his skull, sinks a fist into his brain, and pulls out a cybernetic chip that's just finished backing up his mind to a clone somewhere. She vaporizes the chip in rage, and sits down in the mud, exhausted. The Feds rally and the pirates are routed, and when all its quiet she asks his corpse if he ever grows weary.

One about her and Anthony's friendship, played out in bits and pieces over many years and the stories of many games as they grow together during military service, and then, over long years, slowly apart. He's one of the few to visit her whenever she's down for the count (in Fusion and Corruption) and he comforts her when Zebes is destroyed. Both of them visibly age as the story continues, and her suit breaks and adapts and grows visibly, and finally she (now an older lady, perhaps considering romance for the first time) asks her oldest friend he ever thinks about settling down. He reveals that he already has long ago, and shows her a picture of a wife and kid.

An cunning trap is laid for her by an infamous and wealthy (Jabba-the-Hutt-expy) slave lord. She shows up in the middle of his den, and he offers her alliance and a job. When she refuses, an enormous trained monster leap from the shadows, grab her arm cannon, and pins it into a custom steel clamp that's bolted to the floor, just to keep her gun facing down a hallway. Other underlings wheel out a massive laser, which begins cutting into her suit, and draining her energy. The slave lord continues to gloat. She tries every attack and weapon, and when none of them work, and the clamp too durable for her to break in time, she does the only thing she can, and tears her arm cannon off its hinges. She finishes off the lord and his men with her fists, then frees her cannon and the slaves, and flees into the desert.

One about Samus waking from a dream of the Chozo temple on Zebes, and seeing her old, worn out and dusty suit leaning in its bay. In a fit of determined inspiration she stays up all night cleaning the suit, buffing its scratches, and polishing its plates, and dressing it up in Chozo ceremonial garb (similar to the ones Raven Beak wears, but with Zebesian alphabet). When she finishes she stands to look at it, and it's beautiful. A tear smears her warpaint. When she falls again asleep, she has another dream of the temple packed wall to wall with her people, all dressed in armor in hundreds of colors, arm cannons and spears raised in salute, as they cheer her triumphant return back home.

#metroid #fan comic #ideas #samus aran

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ironvaliance · 3 months

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~10:00-15:10

as said before, under a cut to help reduce spoilers out in the open! please note that i will abbreviate aaarrrgghh!!'s name to just argh since that's a lot to type every time

archie tells claire that jim's hurt. claire tells archie to let them know to keep jim safe. (as if they wouldnt do that anyway without being told???) argh and toby attempt to slow down the train. argh can't stop it alone - it's too fast for him to. toby tries to use his warhammer to slow the train down, again, this results in things not being slow enough either.

archie warns that 'we are all going to die', with the train running out of track, and unable to make the upcoming turn. claire, nari and douxie all continue to fight. douxie gets blown from skrael's attack onto the seats to see out the window. there's only a short distance left before the train derails.

it goes off the rails, argh holding on to the front to keep toby from flying out.

in the short period of time that they have, douxie manages to cast a spell using his gauntlet to build a track for the train out of magic, (does this alter the physical rail?) which does end up crashing into a promotional display for the gun robot movie that's releasing. kids cry at the beheading of a beloved character.

i'd hate to live in this city. the tax payer dollars? oof. the train continues to tear up the sidewalk / other pavement before finally coming to a stop. they end up just avoiding crashing into a convenience store. as a gag, argh's presence has the doors open, and customers flee.

douxie is seen emerging from the wreck, looking for nari. an observer calls out that they're wearing costumes. toby and argh look relatively unharmed otherwise, and claire and nari limp out together. belroc also emerges, likely unharmed from the conflict. skrael freezes argh and toby in place.

claire tries to put herself between nari and skrael, and is easily swept aside into the trainwreck. bellroc starts pulling nari away, nari attempts to use the potted plant she's been carrying to hold on, but bellroc burns away the grown stem and roots. douxie tries to catch her and pull her back, but bellroc is too strong. he tries to get claire to shadow portal nari out of the conflict. claire's got no magic juiddce left. she's unable to teleport nari out, due to either not having an emotional anchor to get nari out, or she's too exhausted / otherwise unable to perform the needed spells.

onlookers start crowding her, filming claire or other parts of the disaster. they're only getting in the way, and could be harmed. and unfortunately, bellroc takes the chance to surround the civilians with fire, distracting claire from her attempts to get nari out of there.

skrael threatens nari and douxie to let go, or the humans they have surrounded will die & skrael will kill argh and toby. skrael covers argh and toby in ice, argh looking increasingly more panicked. toby tells him to hang on. the fire's circle becomes increasingly smaller. archie calls for douxie to let go. douxie will not. douxie continues to try and hold on. at the last second, he declares they can take him. the resulting spell has their eyes light up in the other's colour. bellroc smirks, nari's unconscious body suspended by them.

they summon a twister that teleports the three of them. a police officer tells dispatch the classing 'you're not going to believe this'. claire looks lost, walking through the battleground and taking stock. the ice trapping argh and toby breaks and frees them. claire tells douxie that she couldn't protect nari as he hops off the train.

douxie's crouched oddly, and scoops to pick up the potted plant nari'd been holding since their introduction. nari's voice giggles out from douxie, and claire deduces that they swapped places. toby declares awesomesauce.

they are immediately under spotlight and arrest. reporters looking for their response. argh is on several times square esque billboards with MONSTERS ON THE LOOSE on a banner underneath.

the team is taken a metro city police station, where they have their photos taken. this is not toby's first time in trouble with the law. claire looks unamused as she has her photo taken. argh can hardly fit in the frame, and takes a bite out of his info.

nari, in douxie's body, is in the interrogation room with her plant on the table beside her. arrrgghh tries hiding behind bushes but the police officer can see him. he sheepishly parts the bushes. claire speaks up that 'you'll find that none of us will talk.' toby immediately spills all the info. he gives more of the meta info. toby gives the police officer (and us) the info if we havent watched wizards. or tales of arcadia. and nari on some stuff.

we cut to the entrance of the office, where a cop is giving archie a dish of something to drink, saying that at least the cat's normal. archie decides to Not Be Normal, and takes the cop's donut. they're interrupted by the doors slamming open and three figures enter. one teen, and two 'adults', all dressed MIB style. the cop tries to stop them from entering the interrogation room, only for archie to point the donut at him 'back off human!' and follows the three on his hind legs.

the door to the room opens, and the teenager declares that he's agent tarron, and he's here to take custody of the prisoners on authority of area 49b, and the adult 'man' follows up with fbi, cia, nsa, scc, and both 'adults' go on either side of a very worried nari.

the teen hits us with a solid 'your mom' after the other acronyms. the cop responds 'my mom or his?'. what in the psychic papers is this.

times douxie using his staff as a melee weapon: 3

#rott liveblog.#i.caran

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terribletaletime · 2 years

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A late night noise

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I yawned. It was around eleven at night and I had just finished my homework for the day. It was time to finally go to bed to get some sort of rest in hopes of actually being awake enough to pass this class for once. I went out into the dining room and saw my family was there. They were all saying goodnight to each other, as apparently we all had something keeping us up that night. I hugged my two brothers, my mother, and my father. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and got changed into my pajamas, and had a glass of nice cold water to wash down my nightly pills.

As I made my way down the hall I started to feel like my body was being weighed down. I stumbled into room and hit my bed with a thud. It was unusual for me to feel so exhausted. Sure, it was late and I had mentally exhausted myself... but this tired? I was honestly too drained to think of it any further than being a little confused. It took me likely a little under a minute to fall asleep. I can't remember exactly, as at that point my eyes were so heavy I couldn't keep them open long enough to properly look at the clock.

I was woken up a few hours later by a loud bang. It took me a while to be able to pull myself out of bed. My head was fuzzy and the room was spinning. Christ, what the hell? I sat down on my bed and breathed in for a few moments and tried again. I crept in the hallway careful, god forbid it was somehow a burglar or worse. into the hallway and crept through the house trying to find the source of the thud. I figured it was just one of my dogs, but I could never be sure. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, just in the rare case that it could possibly be an intruder. Halfway through me walking down the hallway I heard another bang, along with with my mother's blood-curdling scream. I felt my heart skip a few beats.

The door to my parents bedroom was mostly closed, but it was open just enough to peer through. On the floor was my father's body thrown on top of my older brother's. Their heads both had a bullet hole smack dab in the middle of them and blood leaking from it. I bit my hand to avoid screaming until my throat was raw, but even then it didn't stop me from sobbing. I could hardly comprehend what I was seeing. Surely, surely this wasn't real... this couldn't possibly be!

The attacker took a step forward into my line of view. Holy shit, it was Alvin Seville, as in Alvin form Alvin and the chipmunks. My parents took over managing their business when their adoptive father, Dave, disappeared a few years ago. I guess now I know where he went. As I saw Theodore and Simon carry my my struggling younger brother and hold him down over my father and older brother's lifeless body reality became harder to deny. My brother fought and squirmed, but he was tied up with rope pretty tightly. The three brothers laughed at his attempt to break free.

"Your husband couldn't answer my question and one of your son's paid the price. If you don't fucking give me what I want, then not only will I shoot you and this other one, but your daughter sleeping in the next room over? Well, she may or may not have taken the wrong kind of pills. We'll sell that bitch and sell her off to god knows who. Maybe that'll get rid of the debt you owe me." He snapped his finger and Theodore put a gun to my brothers head, and Simon put a gun to my mothers.

"Now, I'll ask you one last time. Where the fuck is my money? Time and time again we've preformed for you, gone on tour for you, and recorded albums for you. We know you've been pocketing more off of us than you've been letting on. So fork it over. Now."

"Please, please!" My mother furiously shook her head through her sobs. "We don't have it! You've gone crazy, Alvin! We've always been honest with you. We can show you our financial records if you need the proof, please!"

"Wrong answer."

Alvin's face soured as he snapped his fingers once more. His brothers shot both my mother and brother. This time I was unable to contain my scream.

I saw him, Alvin, trap my mother into a corner. "Where's my fucking money?" He asked her. "Your cunt ass sold my fucking albums, but I never got the money." She cried out "I don't know, please I don't know!" This seemed to infuriate him. He took the large butcher knife and hacked her throat and didn't stop hacking until her head was completely off. I couldn't stop myself from screaming this time, and they heard.

I made a break for it, running into the forest in my backyard. My lungs burned as I ran more than I probably ever had before. Each footstep I made had made a loud crunching noise from the leaves under me. Unfortunately for me, this made it easy for them to find where I was. Every step I made, they were one step behind. Theodore and Simon shot their guns at me. I ran diagonally, hoping that somehow this would make me a hard enough target to hit, but one of their bullets hit my arm causing me to face plant onto the ground. They stopped running once they saw I was down. Alvin laughed menacingly as he approached me.

"God, I must commend you. Nobody's ever gotten away from us before. I guess we've learned our lesson, from now on we'll use more pills. Now, we were going to make a buck or two off of you before but unfortunately we have a rather strict policy of no witnesses. I guess now that we've got the time, would you like to say any last words?"

I groaned as I flipped myself over. I glanced to my sides, and that's when I saw it: a large and sharp stick. It wasn't much, it sure as hell was better than nothing. I grabbed it and stabbed Theodore with it with all of my strength. He keeled over, and while Alvin and Simon were still in shock I grabbed his gun and shot the two of them. I had killed the two people who had killed my family. I should've felt relieved, I should've felt happy, I should've felt proud but all I felt was numb.

I physically lived from that day on, but mentally I died. Every time I close my eyes I see the bodies of both my family and the chipmunks. Sometimes I wonder, would it have been easier if I had just let them kill me?

#alvin seville #alvin and the chipmunks #dave seville #simon seville #theodore seville #murder fic #joke fic #cursed fic

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"URARAKA!!" Izuku called out as he noticed Ochako on the ground.

As he dashed towards his defenseless friend, the Baku robots gave chase, seeming to set their eyes on Ochako as well.

"I won't let you touch her!" Izuku said, punching the robots hard enough to push them away, but not hard enough to destroy them.

Robots that were attacking the citizens suddenly stopped and set their attention on Ochako. One that looked like their leader stood in the middle of them.

"Finally..." the leader said, "I will rid myself of Uravity once and for all!! I'll have my revenge!!"

Izuku sepected this back at U.A. when Bakuzilla seemed to have a burning hatred for her, but the fact that the robots suddenly have tunnel vision for attacking Ochako all but confirmed his suspension. Izuku finally reached Ochako.

"It was you, wasn't it? You were the hero who defeated the Baku before."

The robots were coming closer, until they were all suddenly frozen solid.

"That's not going to hold them for long!" Shoto called out, "Hurry and get Uraraka back to U.A.!"

Izuku nodded and carried Ochako bridal style and dashed towards U.A. as fast as he can.

"Oh, you're not getting away that easily..." the sinister voice of the Baku was heard.

More robots were gaining on them. They came out of every nook and cranny to try and catch them. Seeing the situation he was in, Izuku refused to give up, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't make him anxious.

"I'm going to get you to safety, Uraraka..." Izuku said with fearful tears in his eyes, "But just in case I fail to do so... Just in case this is our last battle, I always wanted to tell you that I..."

ZOOOOOOOM

Izuku was interrupted by a gust of wund that went past him, which turned out to be Iida running at high speed. He stopped in front of one of the Baku robots and blasted it with a ray gun that was most likely invented by Mei Hatsune. The robot that was shot let out a scream similar to the scream Scrap Baku made when Hikari purged him from U.A. The robot began to break down, only to be reconstructed into a Toy Robot just like the ones back at the school. Another Baku robot tried to destroy the Toy Robot, but that was a mistake, for merely touching it made the Baku robot suffer the same fate.

"Hatsune had a brilliant idea of how to spread the Hikari Vaccine faster while Yume works on upgrading her," Iida said, "We put the antivirus in these ray guns and shoot them at any robots infected with the Baku Virus. They only have one charge, but as you can see, one charge is more than enough."

By now, the mob of Baku robots that were chasing them have all been converted into Toy Robots.

"At this rate, we'll have Japan free from the Baku's influence..." Izuku said, "But what about everywhere else? China, America, Europe?"

"No need to worry," Iida assured him, "Yume and Hatsune are already taking care of it. Hatsune's making more ray guns to send to the other countries. It'll take some time, but soon, the Baku Virus will be completely purged from the Earth. Right now, focus on getting Uraraka back to U.A. It looks like she could use some medical attention."

Izuku nodded before heading back to U.A.

"Don't worry, Uraraka," he said, "You're going to be okay."

Ochako could only hear as a familiar voice called her name before her sight went dark and she lost consciousness.

The fight had taken a lot out of her so that she was unaware of most happenings, even when Deku had tried to confess to her.

Everything was a dark silence for her until, after some time, she woke up, hearing the faint words of: You're going to be okay.

Her gaze wandered upwards, realizing that she was moving somehow before noticing that Deku was holding her bridal style and her face flared up. "D-deku! W-what's going on?" She glanced left and right before seeing some of those viruses trying to give chase and she struggled to get out of his arms to fight but not only was she too exhausted, her body was also in slight pain for a reason she didn't remember. "W-we have to get rid of the virus!"

#anon #answered ask

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michelle-is-writing · 2 years

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My spot, Roger Taylor

Word Count: 1.4k~

When Roger went on tour for six months, I told our daughter, Rebecca, she had to be a big girl and continue sleeping in her bed. I planned on keeping my word - planned. But, as everyone knows, plans don't always go the way they're supposed to. So, when Roger was gone for the first night, I didn't feel so guilty going into Becca's room and bringing her into mine and Roger's bed. Unfortunately, she was feeling a bit blue over Roger leaving, and like me, she couldn't sleep either.

The sixth months of Roger being gone passed slowly, and the five year old that slept in his spot never returned to her bed for any of the nights. After some time, she even deemed it "her spot" to which I reminded her that it was indeed her spot until daddy got home. So, when he did in fact arrive home, he was tired from the moment he stepped off the plane to the moment Rebecca and I attacked him with kisses and hugs. Granted, he said it himself that there was nothing he wanted more than the welcome home jollity - however, he also wanted to sleep in his own bed too.

"Now, what is this?" I hear Roger ask from bedroom. Turning away from putting away Roger's now clean laundry, I look toward our bed where Rebecca snuggles into the blankets and pillows, a sly smirk stuck on her face. Meanwhile, Roger stands over her with arms playfully crossed against his chest. "Did someone steal my side while I was gone?"

Smiling at Roger's sweet, yet silly voice, I walk over to the two blondes and place my hands on my hips. "Becca, I thought we talked about this," I remind her with a smile, making her dramatically groan.

"I know, Mummy," she tells me, puckering her lips out into a very moving sad frown. God, she's just like Roger. "But I've missed daddy."

"I've missed him too, baby," I tell her, sitting beside her little legs under the covers. "But do you think he could have his spot back? He has been away for a while, and I think he would like his bed back."

My words seem to work on Becca as a few seconds of her debating her options pass before she sighs and clambers out of the bed with her tiny blanket in hand. Although, before she can leave our room, Roger quickly takes her into his arms before pressing tiny kisses to her cheeks. She can't help but let out loud giggles and squirm in his arms until finally breaking free from his hold and running out of our room with her golden curls flying behind her.

Chuckling to himself, Roger gently shakes his head before leaning over and pressing his lips to mine. Soon enough, he's lying on the bed with my body held tightly against his chest and our legs tangled with each other's. Although, it isn't long until our kissing dies down and our exhaustion takes over. Roger's tired from the constant traveling, of course, but I can't help but be tired from getting ready for his arrival. From getting Rebecca to calm down to cleaning the house, it's been a long day; however, the pay off has been worth it.

What feels like only minutes pass before I'm opening my eyes to see Rebecca walking into our room with her hands rubbing her tired eyes. The room is still dim, meaning that its still pretty late in the night. And going by Rebecca's wrinkled pajamas, she's been asleep for a while too - until something woke her up.

"Mommy," She whispers, stopping at Roger's edge of bed that I'm currently lying on with Roger's body behind mine, holding mine close to his. "I keep waking up," Rebecca explains, looking up at me with the same pouting frown from earlier. Just at the mere sight of it, I know exactly what she wants.

"Did you have a nightmare?" I ask her, earning a head shake back. "You just can't stay asleep?" I further question, gaining a nod back this time.

"You want to crawl in bed with us?" I hear Roger's raspy voice say from behind me, causing me to look over and see his barely awake face inches from mine. Neither of us were being loud - how could we have woken him up?

Immediately, Rebecca answers his question by nearly jumping into our bed, cuddling up next to me with Roger's arm now laying across both of our waists. Smiling, I raise my hand to gently brush her golden locks away from her face as she slowly becomes comfortable. Only a few moments pass before her eyes fall closed and small breaths leave her lips as sleep takes over her.

"What woke you up?" I ask as quiet as I can without waking the sleeping girl in our arms. Turning my face back toward his face, I see him perching his head on his hand as he stares down at me, a sweet and warm smile marked onto his lips. "We were whispering," I point out, "How did you hear that?"

"Are you kidding?" He murmurs, leaning over a bit to peck my lips. "I've been away from home for several months with three guys who never shut up. I'm not going to waste a single minute in listening to my two favorite girls' voices."

With that, I feel my smile grow as I lean forward to press my lips against his once more, sensing Roger's hand slide from Rebecca's side and onto my waist. "Although," He starts, his fingers gently dancing across my jumper-covered stomach. "I woudn't mind it if I had another voice to listen to and love," Roger confesses, making me look at him with nothing but complete seriousness written on my face. "That is, if you would like another one too."

Despite all the other times Roger has joked about having another baby, this one seems so different. He seems so genuine and sincere with his words that there is no way he could be playing around right now. Even if he is, there is still some truthfulness behind his voice that gives him away. Does Roger truly want another child?

"Roger, are you... are you telling me you want another baby?" I ask him, keeping my voice quiet. With the same smile, he nods once before moving forward and kissing my cheek, slowly going back toward my ear.

"There is nothing I want more than to have another one with you," He tells me, his voice low with a mix of seduction and something else I can't entirely explain. Perhaps its excitement? Or maybe it's nothing but honesty... whatever it is, it's making me anticipate the future more and more.

"Do you want another one, lovie?" Roger's sultry voice brings me out of my thinking and back to his current assault on my neck. With him doing what he's doing, how could I say no?

"Ever since Rebecca turned two, I've been wanting another," I admit, watching Roger turn his now smirking face back to mine as soon as the words leave my lips. "I've just been waiting for you to say something."

"Does that mean I get a brother or sister?" Rebecca's voice pipes up from beside us, causing both me and Roger to look toward her with wide eyes. Still in my arms, she peers up at us with the same tired eyes and smile, showing she has once again woken up.

"Yes, it does," Roger answers her, moving his arm back to wrap around her. "But that means you'll have to stay in your room in your own bed from now on, okay?" He tells Rebecca, "Deal?"

Almost immediately, Rebecca lets out an excited gasp. "Deal!" She all-but shouts, making me smile and lean down to kiss her cheek.

"I'm glad to see your excitement, but I think we all need to get back to sleep now, don't you think?" I ask, earning a hum from both parties, respectively. Soon enough, all of our eyes are closed with sleep slowly taking over us. If Roger and I do have another one, he might be giving up more than just part of his side of the bed; although, I don't think he'd have a problem with that. In fact, I think he'd welcome it.

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alcinadimitrescuwu · 3 years

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How about a major nsfw scene where they are walking around the castle, just talking, but end up in the dungeon, if ya know what I mean ;)

@krispytidalwavesheep This is the fic I was talking about from your ask!

Warning: NSFW

“...And you’ve contacted the florist? Will the flower arrangements be arriving by tomorrow?”

“Yes, my Lady,” you say, pushing your glasses back over your nose as you check over your checklist for the hundredth time that day. You and Lady Dimitrescu had been going over the preparations for the ball tomorrow all morning. She had followed you around as you walked the length of the Castle, making sure everything was perfect for the occasion. The parquet floor has been swept to perfection, the windows polished, the banisters a riot of flowers.

As you are walking, you turn a corner and suddenly find yourself in an unfamiliar corridor. You turn to Lady Dimitrescu, a question forming on your lips. Suddenly, you hear a guttural growl, and find one of the Moroaicǎ bearing down on you with a Claymore. A scream rips from your throat as you cover your eyes, bracing for impact. It doesn’t come; instead, you hear the slash of metal slicing flesh. You open your eyes and find Alcina standing before you with her claws extended. The Moroaicǎ’s head rolls forgotten on the floor.

Alcina immediately runs over to you, cradling your face in between her large hands, running her thumbs along your cheekbones. “Darling, did it touch you? Are you hurt?” Concern is evident in her golden eyes.

“I’m fine, my Lady,” you say, feeling your face go scarlet at Alcina’s ministrations. “Really.”

The truth was the two of you had gotten rather close over the past couple weeks after the manthings’ attack on Castle Dimitrescu. You had even shared a couple nights together. When you saw Alcina’s muscles ripple as she severed the Moroaicǎ’s head from its body, you remembered what it was like having those arms wrapped around you and you felt your core heaten with desire.

Alcina smiles and kisses the back of your hand. “Come along, pet,” she says, taking your hand in hers. “Surely there won’t be any preparations needed for the dungeon?”

She turns to go, but you suddenly find yourself rooted to the spot. She looks at you in confusion.

“My, Lady,” you say slowly. “I know that we’ve been intimate…”

Alcina chuckles. “Whatever made you think of that, dear?”

You blush further but press on. “When you make love to me, my Lady,” you continue. “You’re always so gentle with me. As if I’m a fine piece of china and you fear I might break.”

Alcina puts her hand under your chin and tilts your face up to meet hers. “And do you not like the way I touch you, ingeras?” Her tone is mild, but her aureate eyes are alert and you find yourself unable to break away from her intense gaze.

“No, my Lady,” you whisper softly, holding her hand in place to your cheek. “I rather enjoy it. But there are times when I wish you would be...rougher with me.”

Alcina’s eyes are half lidded with desire. “And is now one of those times, pet?”

You suddenly find it difficult to breathe as you whisper, “Yes.”

She moves in suddenly to kiss you but you quickly sidestep out of her reach. She chuckles low in her throat. “Feeling a bit of a tease tonight, are we?”

You dance your way back to her, taking her hand in yours and leading her to a set of manacles chained to the wall. “Now just what are you planning?” she wonders, an amused smile playing at her carmine lips.

Taking the manacles in your hands, you clasp them over your Lady’s wrists. Then you pull the chain running through them until her back is flush against the wall, her wrists chained above her head. You turn your back to her but feel her eyes upon you as you turn around in the middle of the room.

Without once breaking eye contact with Alcina, you slide your hand up your skirt and slip two fingers into your core. You know your own touch cannot possibly compare to your Lady’s but it is so worth it to see Alcina’s mouth fall open in shock, her golden eyes burning with jealousy that she is not the one touching you, that it is not her fingers buried in your core.

As you increase the pace of your thrusting, you spot the Moroaicǎ’s discarded Claymore and get an idea. You take it and slash open the front of your dress. You rest the tip of the sword over your collarbone and press in slowly until blood begins to pour down your chest, settling between the valley of your breasts.

Alcina is snarling and railing against her bonds. Her teeth are bared, fangs glinting in the torchlight as she struggles to break free. You feel your climax building as she growls in frustration, spittle flying off her lips.

You hear the sound of metal screeching as Alcina finally breaks free of the manacles with a snap. Within seconds, she has crossed the distance between the two of you. With another slash of her claws, she rips the rest of your clothes off, like they were so much tissue paper. Holding you flush to her body, she runs her tongue over your collarbone, greedily lapping up any leftover blood.

Alcina pins you to the wall, slapping your hand away before sliding her fingers into your already dripping cunt. She does not maintain the pace she usually uses. Her movements are faster, more hurried this time. You rock your hips in time to each thrust, but soon find it difficult to keep up.

The two of you have made love plenty of times before this, but this is one of the few times you’re actually getting fucked.

She leans down and intermittently darts her wicked tongue into your core, stroking your inner walls, alternating her thrusting between her fingers and her tongue. Her nails bite into the curve of your hips as she holds you in place. You wrap your legs around her waist, leaning your head against the wall as you feel your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“Is this what you had in mind, slut?” she hisses, nipping the shell of your ear with the tip of her fangs. “I hope you’re prepared for what comes next.” She gives you a manic grin as she slips another one of her fingers into your core.

You choke out a gasp as the extra digit is added and Alcina gives you a satisfied smirk. “This is what our stretching sessions have been about, dear,” she cooes. “Come now, I know you can take it.”

You’re riding three of her fingers now and she is continuing her thrusting at a relentless pace. The stone wall against your back feels cold and clammy even as you feel yourself breaking out into a sweat due to Alcina’s ministrations.

When you finally orgasm, your voice echoes along the dungeon walls as you scream out Alcina’s name. Sinking along the wall, you find yourself going limp in Alcina’s arms. You feel Alcina’s tongue rasp along your thighs as she laps up your juices. “How very sweet you are, draga mea,” she purrs. She looks up at you and you see her ruby lips are dotted with flecks of white. Holding out her hand imperiously, she proffers her fingers slick with your orgasm. “You should really sample yourself, dear.”

You take her hand in yours and gently wrap your mouth around each digit in turn, rolling your tongue around each finger, suckling at your leftover juices. You feel her golden eyes upon you as you remove your mouth from her last finger, your lips making a firm popping sound.

Alcina can see that you are happy but exhausted. She runs her dry hand through your hair, now snarled and full of tangles. “Looks like I’ve tired you out, my dear,” she says, kissing your forehead. “We should get you cleaned up. How does a bath sound?”

You smile at her and give her a chaste kiss on the lips. “That does sound lovely. Thank you.”

Alcina carries you through the castle to the Hall of Ablutions and if anyone is curious as to why the Countess is carrying you naked and bloody, they at least make sure not to ask questions. When you finally arrive at the bathroom, Alcina orders the bathroom attendant to draw you a bath and waves her off after the tub is full.

You step in and sigh as the hot water makes contact with your sweaty and clammy body. You lean your head back against the porcelain and enjoy the warmth of the water seeping into your bones.

“Is there room for one more, draga mea?” Alcina teases. You look up and see that Alcina has already discarded her clothes on the floor. You smile and scoot up a little bit to make room for her. Alcina settles herself behind you and you sit on her lap as she begins tenderly massaging your scalp with soap, getting rid of any leftover blood that may have made its way to your hair.

“Do you know why I am usually so gentle with you?” she whispers.

You turn back to look at her. “You tell me,” you return, smiling mischievously.

But Alcina is serious. She turns your face to her, rubbing a thumb along your jawline. “It is because you are precious to me. When I see that someone so kind and so pure as you would want to be with someone like me. A monster like me-”

“Don’t say that,” you say fiercely, taking her hand and kissing her knuckles. “Don’t even think it.”

“Even so,” she continues and you are shocked to see her eyes are starting to pool with tears. “The fact that you know what I am, what I am capable of, and yet you still choose to be with me means more than any words I could hope to express. You are precious to me, my dearest darling. You are a treasure. And I love you.”

You can hardly breathe. Technically this is the second time she has told you that she has loved you. But you are ready for it this time. You kiss her hard, weaving your fingers through her dark locks. You pull away and look into her fathomless golden orbs as you say, “And I love you too, Alcina.”

“Well,” she says, chuckling low in her throat. “After all the the times we’ve spent with each other, it's about time you called me by my true name.” You feel another chuckle ripple through her body as she moves to kiss you again.

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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I saw your post of the Lords reacting to there s /o getting killed by mother Miranda but wat if they puld a uno reverse and kill her 🤔

okay so slight warning on this one it’s a little graphic for violence as miranda dies and also for the sake of this HC miranda can be killed much easier bc i didn’t want to write too much for it! I’m not super happy with how it turned out since it’s kinda rushed so i apologise that it’s not my best but enjoy nonetheless. also if you want to know the context go and read the first HC for these, it’ll make more sense!

Alcina Dimitrescu

The event of your death had crushed the Lady Dimitrescu as she never quite returned to her normal self.

The quiet grieving was getting to her, eating at her heart as she missed you every single day.

She missed holding you in her arms, playing with you hair, going to dinner together and all the things that now make her feel nothing but sourness and empty on the inside.

One day she’s called to a meeting with Mother Miranda, an odd request ever since she remained in the castle walls.

However, Alcina accepts to meet Mother Miranda, having felt numb for a number of months now. The first thing she notices is that she’s alone, none of the other siblings are amongst the pews of the Church.

Something in her breaks and her long nails extend as she sees red in her vision. All the grief and pain she’s felt from losing you gets channeled as she picks up Miranda by the throat and cuts her with her razor sharp nails, watching the look of surprise on her face.

Alcina has a grin on her face as she watches Miranda’s eyes slowly get heavy, her gaze intense as she wants miranda to see all the pain she’s caused her.

When she finally lets go of Miranda she’s breathing heavily, flattening out her dress which is now stained in blood.

Killing Miranda didn’t make her pain go away though and mascara stains her pale face as she realises that you’re not coming back to her.

She crumbles to her knees and finally lets herself mourn for you outside of the Castle walls.

The pain of losing you never leaves her and no matter how many times she replays the death of Miranda in her head, no matter how many times she convinces herself that she avenged you her heart breaks further.

And so she returns to the confines of her castle where she continues to mourn for you, the one she loved dearly and will miss for eternity.

Donna Beneviento

Following Mother Miranda after witnessing your death i’d liked torture for Donna.

Each day her chest rings with an unbearable amount of pain and grief as she sits silently behind the woman that took you away.

When they’re at family meetings she’s zoned out, her head drifting back to the happy times with you and remembering how you used to hold her and take her on picnics with Angie.

Her thoughts are always broken when she realises that tears have welled in her eyes and she mustn’t cry in front of Mother Miranda.

One day she’s sitting on her balcony, holding a warm cup of tea in her hand as she watches the waterfall. It was one of your favourite things to do together, especially on early mornings like this one where the mist catches the light beautifully.

The warms of the cup and the business of the water make Donna feel like you’re still here, as if you’re keeping her hands warm instead of the porcelain cup. She finally allows her mind to rest for five minutes as she listens to the roll of water, oh how it mimicked your soothing voice.

In a cloud of black dust, Mother Miranda appears at her front gates and she instantly starts rambling about some new experiment.

Donna isn’t listening however, and she’s upset that Miranda- the woman that took away the only good thing in her gloomy world disturbed her only peaceful moment since your death.

Donna uses her Cadou to make Mother Miranda hallucinate all the pain and suffering she’s feeling, watching as Miranda clutches her head in pain, completely disoriented.

In an instant she summons Angie and through the doll she attacks Miranda in her weakened state.

It’s over in an instant, but it left her form shaking slightly as she longs for you to hold her like you used to.

On shaky legs, she slowly walks over to the little wooden bench she was sitting on and picks up the cup once more, this time Angie sitting next to her.

The cup is cold in her hands and tears roll down her face silently, still in complete shock as she feels the cold wind settle on her cheeks.

The atmosphere feels sour now and she no longer feels your presence or your warmth, the sun hidden behind clouds as the loneliness settles over her once more.

Salvatore Moreau

For his whole life, Salvatore has begged for the attentional and appraisal of Mother Miranda.

But now he doesn’t know what to think, apart of him is so betrayed and angry at her for taking you away but the other half of him, the part holding him back is so devoted to her that he’s never known life without unquestionable loyalty to Miranda.

These days he tears himself apart with it, never knowing what to do or where to think as he jumps between the two mindsets.

When you were with him, you slowly showed him a life beyond Mother Miranda, one that you could both have together if only he’d let you show him.

Now that dream is crushed, but it’s your voice that plays in his head. Your confident but soft voice guiding him to push Miranda away. And so he does.

He waits until everyone has left another one of the countless family meetings until it’s only him and Miranda.

He morphs into his monstrous state, using all the grief he feels from losing you to help him get through what is no doubt a difficult task to go through with.

It’s really the acid that he releases that causes the end of Miranda as he returns to his normal form, watching as she falls to the ground.

“I’m sorry…”

Salvatore is shocked that he even had to power to betray Miranda, knowing that apart of him was still very much devoted to her and her praise.

But nothing, no amount of false love or indoctrination could make Salvatore love anybody more than he loved you and now he’s lost both.

Still he mourns for you each day and each night, never quite knowing what to do with himself but he tries to stay strong for you and tells himself that even though you’re gone he still loves you.

Karl Heisenberg

Since the death of his beloved, Karl has worked non stop to get his army ready.

He’s neglected to take care of himself, barely sleeping or taking a break from building his army as he works tirelessly to kill the woman he’s hated his whole life.

He can’t see the point in taking care of himself, he never really did it to begin. Even more so now as he remembers how you used to take his hand and drag him away from work where you took care of him with home cooked meals and warm showers.

He knows, in some way that you’d be upset to see him like this and his own self depreciation makes him curl in on himself as he can’t do anything without you.

Finally after months of gruelling hard work, his army is finally ready all that he’s ever wanted to do and achieve is fuelled that much more since he lost you.

When Karl finally standing before Mother Miranda, hammer in hand, his body moves on autopilot. He doesn’t even register what he’s done until he pulls his hammer back and Miranda’s lifeless body falls to the floor.

As the adrenaline wears away an emptiness washes over him. That freedom that he wanted for so long always included you in it and now you’re gone.

You were both going to move away together, start a new life with each other and be free of the wrath of Miranda.

When he returns to the factory he packs up the very few belongings he owns, feeling the exhaustion kick in after days of no sleep and fighting.

He places all the photos you took together on a polaroid camera Karl restored for your birthday, wishing he could see your smile just one last time.

He throws in a few other things of yours and his clothes before he walks out of the factory gates, turning to look one last time.

He’d leave and find that new life that you both wanted, it would never feel quite the same without you in there but now there was nothing left in his factory but death and mourning.

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bibbykins · 3 years

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Insufferable

A/N: The long-awaited flashback is here! It's short, but it is here! I hope this can really show the turning point in Jungkook's and MC's relationship and I would love to hear everyone's thoughts. As usual, tips are not required but greatly appreciate. Hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful day/night!

Note: This is a part (specifically a flashback) of The Household's Bunny series, so I recommend reading at least the Prologue before this one

Word count: 3.6k

Pairing: Soft Yandere! Jungkook x Chubby! Reader

Summary: Roommates are bound to have arguments, especially when one of them is as temperamental as Jungkook, but you didn't expect the first argument to get so unbelievably personal.

Warnings: abandonment issues, mommy issues, allusions to past abuse, family issues, crying, yelling, vomiting, panic attack, exhaustion, some soft yandere thoughts, some possessiveness, jungkook is mean and the MC gets a little mean too

There was something so constricting about memories of a shitty childhood. There were times when looking in the mirror felt like searching for the child in you so you could give her the hug she desperately needed. There were times when waking up felt like a check to make sure you were no longer in the home you had to grow up in far too quickly. However, the comfort of being in a different home only came so far when you didn't have anyone beside you or even emotionally available enough to talk to.

You stayed in bed for hours before it felt like a good idea to move, almost waiting for the mirage of change to fade before it brought you back to the gym with your mom or your uncle's apartment littered with whiskey bottles and leaky tear ducts.

Sometimes putting your best foot forward each day felt so hard with all-consuming loneliness clinging to your heels.

You had started your day going through your memory box. Hindsight said that was a poor idea. The box was a sure way to get you into a bad mood. You liked to think you breezed past all the stages of grief, but just because you accepted reality didn't make it hurt any less. The box was a strong reminder of that much as it sat with a melancholic aura. The creme color faded and the thorned vines connected to roses only added to the malicious undertones of its existence to your mental health. It was full of childhood photos, your birth certificate, school achievements, and the last known address your mom had.

Ah, your mom. What a way to bring clouds to your sunny day. You don’t know why you put yourself through the turmoil of the memory box. Maybe you were hoping it would be easier by now. You were always wrong. Looking through childhood photos and finding no love in the eyes of your mother when she looked at you and watching the love in your uncle’s eyes fade with your mother’s presence. You got to the fated birthday card, thumb rubbing over the defunct address longingly. You held the envelope in your hand, inspecting the birthday card she sent you. Three words in the repetitive note written on the inside caught your eye, and not the ones you so desperately wanted from her.

Feeling a familiar pressure behind your eyes, you tossed the card aside and stood. It was time to eat, go on a walk, do anything other than this. You found your way to the kitchen and came across a silent and solemn Jungkook. His jaw was clenched, but it felt like it always was around you.

Your relationship with Jungkook so far was not very complicated, in the way it was nonexistent. He either didn’t care about talking to you or he actively didn’t want to, you really couldn’t tell. This didn’t stop you from trying, though. Like an idiot.

“I’m making food, did you want any?” You asked from your place seated on the couch, and the silence that was his response for deafening, “Okaaaay.” You sang awkwardly, “I just know that you usually don’t eat throughout the day and-”

“And what do you know?!” He snapped, blinded by his pure and unbridled, but most important unprovoked, rage of you. Your eyes widened and your body jumped. Holy shit, you had never heard him yell like this, “You don’t know anything about me, or in general, so just stop trying so fucking hard!” He was harsh in his tone and it lit your whole nervous system on fire. What the hell did you do to him?

You shook your head, not sure why he was yelling about, but it made your throat feel like it was going to close, “Look, I was just trying to be polite, but you don’t need to talk about me like you understand-”

“Understand?! What’s there to understand?” He challenged, eyes wide like he was expecting you to say something but he continued, “You’re some spoiled girl living here rent-free because your precious dad doesn’t want to take care of you.”

Your heart caught in your throat as it shattered. He was right, your dad didn't want to take care of you, but not in the way he thought. Why was he doing this? Has he genuinely felt this way all along? Was he just holding in his anger until you poked the bear a little too hard? “You don’t need to yell at me.” You stated firmly and it seemed to only make things worse.

“And you don’t need to fucking be here in the first place!” He spoke, temper long lost and you could hear his voice mix in with Jungyoon’s, all he needed was a bottle of whisky and a set of calloused hands, “You didn’t need to fucking live here-”

“You don’t know anything about me.” You spat out. Now, you were losing your temper. You could take a beating, but for only so long, especially as an adult, "And it's not like you're paying rent either, so what do you know about me or my living arrangements?" You hissed and you watched his eyes flare, making you nearly regret your provocation.

“No, but I know how you look naked-”

“Fuck you.” You spit the word out at him, something you haven’t done to another person for a while “Don’t weaponize my work or play a game that you absolutely will lose.” You warned, “I know all about you, and I can use that, because you’ve been a star since you were 15, and that sucks, that makes you mad, doesn’t it?” Your temper effectively lost as you ripped into the rage-filled man before you, “Yet you don’t know anything about me, and that must piss you the fuck off, huh?” You stood from the couch, tears building in your eyes before you could stop it.

“I know enough, spoiled rich girl.” He seethed and you laughed humorlessly at this worldwide pop star calling you spoiled and rich.

“Not only are you wrong, but you’re also a poor listener.” You shot back, “I’ve told you all before Jungyoon isn’t my fucking dad, he’s my uncle.” His mouth opened but you cut him off before he could start, “He can’t stand the sight of me so he travels for work.” Your tears are undoubtedly falling, but you can’t stop, “And you’re talking to me like this because what? You had a scandal or something?” You gave him his chance to talk and boy, he took it.

“Mona told me you know your mom.” His voice was like venom, “So, why the fuck are you here? You have your blood relatives.” He exaggerated the word like it meant anything to you, “Why are you here, disrupting our lives, acting like an innocent orphan girl around actual fucking orphans-”

“I never said I was or acted like an orphan!” You exclaimed incredulously before scoffing, “That’s why you’re mad? Because you never knew your mom and I did? Because I know who my blood family is?” You could laugh at how ridiculous that was, “I know them, so what? Where does that get me?” You looked at him expectantly but he didn’t talk, “I knew my mom, and guess what? She just didn’t fucking want me.” He was silent, but you still couldn’t stop, “I’m sure if your mom could’ve got to know you, she would’ve kept you, because you’re not insufferable to be around, you’re just a fucking asshole.” You wiped at your cheeks furiously, “But me? I had 15 years to prove myself and it still wasn’t enough. I still wasn’t enough. Jungyoon never wanted me either, he got stuck with me and had to cope.” Your voice began to break and you had to take a breath, “I was the insufferable one, so-” You stopped, finally as you regained your sense of reality and watched Jungkook who had an unreadable expression and the realization of the word vomit you spilled out to him hit you like a train as you exhaled quickly, rage in your voice quickly replaced with soft melancholy “I am the insufferable one here, so there.” You shrugged, face a wet mess, “Hope that brings you peace.” Your stomach was churning as you turned on your heel, unable to hold in your sobs. You couldn’t bear the awkwardness of waiting for the elevator so you opted to take the stairs.

You sobbed louder as the door slammed shut behind you, but you didn’t want to linger so you bolted down the stairs, the bile in your stomach signaling that you needed to find the nearest trashcan and quickly. You made it to the ground floor and spilled your guts into the small trashcan. Yelling always made you unbelievably ill, whether it was getting yelled at or yelling, the sickness it made you feel overflowed. The yelling only reminded you of-

You vomited again at the mere thought. You cried harder when you finally finished, breathing becoming staggered as you began to panic.

Fuck, they’re gonna kick you out, and then you’ll be alone again. You lost your temper, people don’t like other people who lose their temper. Why couldn’t you just mind your own fucking business and leave him be? You’re stupid. Why do you think you’ve been alone all your life? It’s because people don’t want to be near you. You’re-

“Insufferable.” You mumbled, numb, even if for only a moment.

Sure, Jungkook provoked you, but you knew better. You didn't go to therapist after therapist throughout your adolescence for nothing. You felt as if you set yourself back eons after that outburst. He didn't need to know all that about you, ever. He probably didn't even care to know, and you said it anyway, like you were gunning for gold in the trauma Olympics. You didn't want to minimize his struggles, you just wanted him to shut up and stop yelling at you. You let your eyes flutter closed as you cried. How can you complain about being alone when you're like this?

You don’t know how long you stayed there, sitting next to a trash can full of your vomit as you wallowed in your self-hatred. The all-consuming loneliness the boisterous house subdued returning with full force. Jungkook was right. You didn’t need to be here. You were only disrupting their routine.

You blew out a sigh as you staggered to the elevator, fully set on going up to your room and crying yourself to sleep after you clean up. You brought the trashcan with you, not having the heart to just leave your puke down there. You thanked your lucky stars when Jungkook was no longer on the second floor as you went to the kitchen and rinsed your mouth before going to take out the trash and take out your burnt oven pizza. Finally, you were headed back up to your floor. You watched the numbers tick by with tired eyes. You glared at the empty trashcan, electing to take it with you instead of making the trip back down to put it back. Surely, they wouldn’t need it for a few hours.

The elevator dinged as you grabbed the black plastic bin and then you were met with Jungkook. Relief flashed across his face before irritation settled on it, “Where the fuck were you?!” He asked hurriedly as you trudged past him, too exhausted to fight. You were running on autopilot the whole way up here, and you couldn’t bear another spat.

“I was on the first floor.” Your voice was low, trying to communicate you were done arguing as you lifted the bin as proof. You then set it down and went to your bathroom and began brushing your teeth.

He scoffed, “You were on the first floor for 30 minutes?” He asked as if he caught you in a lie but you nodded as you rinsed your mouth.

You were down there for thirty minutes? No wonder you felt so tired.

“Yep.” You popped the last letter before correcting yourself, “Well, I spent like 10 minutes cleaning up that bin, so not exactly.”

“Why?” He asked as if you were being ridiculous, as if he wasn’t the one on your floor demanding answers.

“I vomited.” You spoke simply and before he could ask, “Yelling makes me puke.” You were so blase about it he sighed in frustration.

You walked to your room and froze when you saw your memory box strewn about, and it was like a dam broke all over again. You looked at the photos, at the eager little girl looking for love in places she would never find it.

Old habits die hard.

Before you could even stop yourself, you sunk to your knees in garbled sobs and broken cries, “Hey, hey, wait.” Jungkook’s shaky voice did nothing to bring you back to reality as you cried. His hands placed themselves on your shoulder, making you flinch violently, much to his horror.

Fuck, he didn’t know how to do this. He didn’t know why you were crying, but he knew it was his fault, at least in part. Even if at this moment it wasn’t, his outburst surely didn’t help. Fuck, he’s so dumb. Fuck, he shouldn’t have talked to Mona just moments before seeing you.

The envy of even seeing your own mother’s face ate up at him and he took it out on you. Not to mention that he made you vomit from the yelling. He suddenly felt more like an arrogant asshole than he did before as his hands now hovered over your form and he took a moment to look at your room.

Scattered on the floor were childhood photos and ribbons from competitions. Things Mona kept in her own house, having a whole wall filled with every one of their achievements. Even Jin had a photo album of their things. And you, you kept all these for yourself. You were the only one who cared enough to save these things and he wondered how much you threw away to maintain space in the small empty box. Fuck, he didn’t know how to do this.

You sighed shakily, “You can just go.” You cried, “You don’t have to be here.” You don’t know what he could possibly gain from watching you cry.

“I know.” His voice was calm, even, “Can I help you up?” He asked and you wanted to look up at him in confusion but you didn't want him to see your tears.

You both had just ripped into each other, and here he was, wanting to help you. Why would he do that? Why would he stay when he doesn't have to? Why would he want to help you up after a fight?

Too tired to even think about questioning him and no longer angry at him, you simply scoffed, “Can you?” You sighed, not having the energy to stroke his ego and stand up without his help.

You never let people bear your dead weight, not wanting the awkwardness if they couldn’t carry you, but right now, you just wanted to lay down.

He snorted lightly, happy to hear anything other than a sob for you, “Don’t worry about me, you just cry and mind your business.” He spoke lightly, and the comment made you fight a smile. Then, he lifted you with so much ease, you figured he was trying to show off as he placed you on the bed. He looked at you after he sat on the floor before his eyes caught onto the gold foil of a 16th birthday card. You were wiping at your face as he read the card against his better judgment.

I know you must be confused, and I can’t help that. I wish I could pretend to be a mom, but I can’t. I can’t be your mom, and I never should have tried. It would be best if we forgot each other. I just can’t keep pretending, and I know you can see it, even if you don’t want to.

I’m so tired.

-Mom

Now, he felt even more like an asshole. He also felt a little bit angry that your mother could just leave you behind without so much as saying sorry. She wrote like she was a teenager and you were her mother. She obviously didn't put much thought into the seemingly last message to her daughter and it made his heartbreak for you, “That was the last I heard of her.” You snapped him from his thoughts and he looked at your puffy face, “She had left months earlier, and then I got that, but she moved before I could try to see her one more time.” There was a distant ache in your words as you looked at Jungkook sitting amongst your memories.

“Is she… still alive?” He asked, not sure why he felt the need to know.

“Not sure, but it doesn’t make much of a difference, I guess.” You blew out a sigh, before looking at your papers and folded posterboards, “I was cleaning out my memory box, and I’m not sure why I do it when I know it just upsets me.” You could still feel tears leaking from your eyes as Jungkook picked up a photo of you on your 14th birthday, posed between Jungyoon and your mom. You had a bright smile on your face and they looked at the camera with a tight expression, “You can really see how much they didn’t want to be there, but that's the happiest they look in all of the photos.”

He wanted to say you were wrong, but he could see it. He could see the happy little girl trying to make up for the unhappy adults around her. He knew he should’ve asked Mona why Jungyoon didn’t try to call or visit or why she was so eager to take you in if you knew your family. He should’ve just known better. Yeah, he understood how it felt to be alone growing up, they all did, but by the time they were all 17 they had a home that wanted them. You were going to graduate from college soon and you still felt unwanted.

No thanks to him.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted and you looked at him with wide eyes, “For being an asshole, I’m sorry- and for making you cry. I just…” He shrugged, “You’re right. I was jealous you knew your mom and I already was suspicious of you and I- I’m dumb, and I’m sorry.” He looked at you, eyes a bit glossy and you wondered when was the last time someone apologized for making you cry.

“It’s okay.” You smiled weakly, “You are dumb, but that’s okay.” You chuckled when he frowned, but eventually, he also broke into a short laugh, “I think… we’ve felt a lot of the same things in different ways, so I can’t blame you.” He wondered how you could be so forgiving, and he was scared of how many times that has gotten you hurt, “I like living here and I like all of you, so I hope I can get you all to like me too, even if just a little.”

“Don’t accept less than you deserve.” He spoke firmly before he started picking up your memory box, putting things neatly back in.

“Wh-”

He waved his hands nonchalantly, “You, sleep, I’ll clean this up and order some food.” He didn’t look at you as he said this, mostly to hide his blush, "If...If you want, I can give this to Jin. He has a whole place he keeps our stuff like this… he's really sentimental." He stumbled, still refusing to look at you.

However, he jumped when he heard you hiccup a cry. Ready to apologize, Jungkook was just about to turn to look at you until he heard you speak, "That… That sounds very sweet of you to do." You wiped a sentimental tear away as the blushing boy remained frozen.

"It's Jin's hobby, not mine." He deflected before waving his hand at you, "Sleep, I said." He frantically demanded.

You could see his ears getting red and you smiled, “Yes, sir.” You mocked in your work voice and made him freeze for a moment as you erupted into giggles while he whined, “Okay, okay, I’ll sleep.”

Eventually, you surrendered to your exhaustion as he delicately put away your papers and photos. He hummed lightly, smiling as he came across your debate team awards. No wonder he lost the fight before it even started. He turned around after lifting the box and sighed almost dreamily as he watched your sleeping face. You were beautiful, delicate, and puffy from the tears. He had the urge to keep apologizing for being such an asshole, but after looking through your achievements and your photos, he resolved to just keep proving it.

He wouldn’t let you get hurt again. Not by him or anyone, especially your mother, even Jungyoon was on thin ice.

His blood boiled at the thought of your mother for a reason he couldn’t understand. His hand extended shakily as he pulled the covers up to your shoulder and you hummed contently, making his heart melt a bit at the little smile you had. He wouldn’t fuck up with you again, not like this. He would be nice, at least a little, and first and foremost, he would order food you liked.

He froze.

Fuck, what food do you like?

He relaxed. Well, he could just ask the guys.

Fuck, they’re gonna ask questions.

Fuck, they’re gonna kill him when they found out he made you cry.

He looked back at your sleeping form, not having the heart to wake you up. He sighed, looks like he’ll just have to bite the bullet. He dreaded each moment as he quickly made an untitled group chat with the guys since you were added to their original one. He could only hope Taehyung wouldn’t change the group chat name to something stupid.

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 2 years

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After some years on the surface, a new human leader declares suddenly that all monsters have no right to live among men and must go back into the mountain asap or they will be kill on sight. What will the UT Characters do?

Undertale Sans - He wants to protest so bad, but he knows it's no use. He will just get kill and Papyrus will be all alone in this. So he does the same thing he has always do : he gives up, but this time, for good. Not even two weeks after the monsters are back, Sans loses all hope and falls down.

Undertale Papyrus - He's devastated. His brother was finally happy, his friends finally stopped being so worry, and now he has no brother, Undyne is dead and he's more alone than ever before. Papyrus tries to have enough hope for everyone, cheerful as always to make sure everyone stays positive, but there's no one left to comfort him in the middle of the night, as he is crying in his bed for long hours.

Undertale Toriel - She refused to go back and with Frisk and a small group of monsters, she is resisting, hiding in the woods. She will fight until a raid of humans kill everyone in their hiding spot and take Frisk away. She let go a powerful strike with all magic she had left, taking down a huge part of the human army. She didn't beg for mercy, simply smiling as the rest soldiers executed her. That smile is still haunting them.

Undertale Asgore - He fought with Toriel again, but couldn't convince her to go back into the Mountain. Asgore knows monsterkind won't survive a second war. He prefers to protect what is left of the monsters. They just have to wait, he knows it. Their story is already spreading worldwide and lots of countries are against what's happening to them. If he can find some ally and negociate a way to leave, he knows his dream to live on the Surface can still exist. For now, he stops murderous humans from entering the Underground and collects their souls, in case new mages comes to seal them again. He doesn't feel any remorse this time.

Undertale Undyne - Stubborn, she refused to leave her house and stayed there with Alphys for three months, in the middle of the human city. But eventually, there was no food. Undyne tried to sneak out, but the humans took that opportunity to break inside the house. Undyne did all she had to protect Alphys while she was escaping and die as a hero, after long hours of battle, exhausted.

Undertale Alphys - She managed to escape, but without Undyne. She knew she couldn't fight, and that she couldn't escape the city without being seen. Unless she had a diversion. She tied explosives to a drone and send it into the leadership place, with a picture sticked on it of Undyne doing a middle finger to the camera. Some soldiers shot it, but it made things worst as the explosive was supposed to explose in the air to do max damages. Alphys managed to reach Mont Ebbott thanks to the diversion, where she is now working with Asgore to get monsters out of here and make Undyne even more proud of her. No more hiding.

Undertale Frisk - They defended monsters with Toriel until they got attack. Frisk was then send into prison. Well. Until Chara explode the wall of their cell. Frisk ran back to Mount Ebbott to join Asgore. With them, monsterkind is filled with determination and hope again, though a lot of people they care for already fell. But Frisk knows it's still possible to find a peaceful ending to this.

Undertale Chara - Really? Monsters spent two years to make them a body, and now, people wants to kill them again. Chara is pissed off. Their first plan was to go to the leader place and kill them, but Alphys did that first, and then they learned Frisk had been taken and Toriel dead. That's too much. Chara turns into Rambo, blows up the prison, free Frisk and goes back Underground. They want war, obviously, but Asgore has other plans. Chara is now the new leader of the Royal Guard. The royal guards are not convinced, but ok.

Undertale Mettaton - Luckily, he was on tour in another country when it happened, and he's now a war refugee with his crew. He's fighting for monsters rights from where he is and tries to convince the government to welcome monsterkind here. It's still a work in progress, but it's slowly working.

Undertale Gaster - He followed Asgore Underground and he's helping Alphys to find a solution. Gaster lived the precedent war, he doesn't want to see that happen again. Though, he kinda discovered he was immortal now, since he kinda absorbs the bullets. Oh well. Another problem to the list.

Undertale Grillby - He resisted with Toriel. He's an old fighter from the war too, and he refused to go back. As an elemental, he survived the assault and managed to escape. He's trying to find a way to leave the country to join Mettaton and help him.

Undertale Muffet - She refused to leave her cafe, but contrary to Undyne, she doesn't need to eat that much, since some stupid humans are happily volunteering to give their food to her in exchange of their life. The soldiers are still not able to make her leave. They can still try. She won't hesitate to eat humans if they don't leave her alone.

Undertale Burgerpants - He's with Mettaton, and it's the first time of his life he is thankful he was with the robot. Burgerpants doesn't care about what's happening as long as it's not happening to him. He prefers to close his eyes and let Mettaton deal with everything.

Undertale Flowey - Flowey was having a nice time Underground watering the flowers in Asgore's garden when suddenly a hord of monsters came back and ruined his work. Flowey is so pissed off about that. Barbarians!

Undertale Gerson - It was three in the morning when the soldiers asked him to leave his house. He said "Nah." and just went back to bed. The soldiers were so distressed they... leave him alone? And never came back? Gerson doesn't care, he's too old for this.

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thinning thread — jjk

Plot: In the heat of a tumultuous rough path in their marriage, Jungkook is handed their last resort.

Pairing(s): Jungkook x Writer!OC (Name: Belle)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 2k+

Genre: Marriage!AU

Tags & Warnings: angst, rough marriage, divorce, explicit smut

Authors Note: sorry the reposting has been a little slow, everyone! the end of feb was a little rough but I’ll try to get the fics out as soon as I can.

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Days turned to, weeks turned to months the blanket of home they knitted together now stripped to nothing but a pathetic string. Both of them dangling and swinging on it pretending that the world around them didn’t just crumble beneath their feet. It started with regular fights over the lack of time they spent together; the usual reason most couple would go through a lovers’ spat. Then fights were followed with silent treatments lasting days on end to point where one of them would be out of the house completely.

Paranoia kicked in soon afterwards as Jungkook saw Belle chatting with one of her clients leading to yet another exhausting argument about her supposedly cheating. Jungkook left home that night for three days until he came back without saying a word. Belle spent more nights in her office using a glass of wine to loosen herself up and get some sleep while writing herself to near madness.

Her publishing company even asked her if she was okay after her latest manuscript submission stating it had a lot more disturbing themes than her usual works. Belle simply stated that things changed. Happiness wasn’t a fucking commonality anymore and the themes she wrote now seemed more realistic.

Jungkook spent hours in the gym, punching bags until the skin on his knuckles ripped apart breaking himself down enough to get some damn shut eye. He was getting a lot more complaints from his producers these days saying he had too much of a short fuse nowadays. Which, to prove their point, he ended up snapping and earned himself a break away from sending in anymore songs until he got himself sorted.

Swinging and swinging on this thinning thread, it all dwindled down into one night.

Instead of going back to her office for the night, Belle paid a visit to her lawyer about a set of paperwork that she needed organized. Thankfully the name she made for herself allowed the time to finish all these documents were significantly lessened. The next day after making her request she was able to have the papers in her hand.

As she walked into the apartment the woman realized how long it had been since she walked into their home at this hour. The twilight sky looked like a painting through the large panned windows, creating a beautiful silhouette of the city buildings. For a moment Belle could have smiled until she heard chain clanging and something thudding.

Jungkook began his attack on what could have been his fifteenth punching bag this fortnight, not caring about the world around him.

She sighed, placing her bag on the kitchen counter before stomping over to the man with her brown envelope in hand. “I need to talk to you.” Belle announced trying to sound louder than the punching bag thudding and clanging.

The man gave the bag one harsh punch before letting out a deep sigh, a droplet of sweat . “I’m not in the mood.” He mumbled immediately causing a rush of fury in her belly.

Belle tightened her jaw her whole body urging to just throw the papers on the floor until he sees it. But she took a long, drawling breath as she walked closer to the male who proceeded to assault his punching bag. “This is important.” She spoke firmly. “Just listen to me for one second.” She pursed her lips when Jungkook finally held onto the punching bag to pause for a moment.

Though the male still glared at her a little making her heart drop.

She remembered when he used to look at her with eyes soft and sparkling. Now all she felt was hate radiating from him. Belle handed the envelope over which he accepted, ripping off the top carelessly before pulling out the papers.

Jungkooks’ brows furrowed when he skimmed through the contents of the document. “What the hell is this?” He fumed.

“Divorce papers.” Belle replied simply.

He tightened his jaw still staring at the words on the pages instead of looking up at her. “I need a pen.” Jungkook muttered quietly before walking past her towards the living room.

Chest clenched tightly but she let out a quick breath before following him along watching him walk towards the sitting area.

Belle’s brows furrowed when she noticed they were walking away from the staircase to the study to get a pen. Instead she saw Jungkook pad towards the couches, to the fireplace sitting in front of them still running to keep the place warm and cozy. Even though the atmosphere was anything but that.

It didn’t take long until finally she saw Jungkook tossing the papers and empty envelope right into the fire. Stammering she watched the flames rise higher before dissipating the documents, their names burned away achingly slow. “Jungkook.” She tried to move past him to grab the remnants of the papers but both her arms were grabbed to keep her in place.

“Are you trying to hurt me now? Huh?” Jungkooks’ eyes burned into hers, hair matted to his glistening forehead.

Belle yanked out of his grasp which made his move his arms but he still stood dangerously close. “Don’t try to make me look like the bad guy here.” She seethed. “We’ve tried to fix this but it’s not working. You didn’t even want to talk to me when I walked into the room.”

“Because I thought you were going to start up another fight which clearly you were.” He gestured harshly towards the fireplace.

“Do you have a better idea?” Her vision grew blurry. “Because I don’t want to wake up another morning feeling like you hate me.” Belle hadn’t spoken about her feelings to the man in a long time. So long that expressing it now made her feel utterly exposed.

“You really think I hate you?” Jungkook spoke through gritted teeth. “You really think I’d still be in this apartment because I fucking hated you?”

“When was the last time you told me you loved me then? Hm?” Tears streamed down her face, mascara smudging at the corners of her eyes a little. “When was the last time we actually spoke to each other without yelling or crying?” Belle sobbed out.

“That doesn’t mean I stopped loving you.” He protested, his eyes glistening even in the dimmed warm light. “How did you even think I would sign those papers, huh?”

Belle shrugged weakly, smiling a little sadly. “Maybe you’d be happier without me.”

His eyes twitched as he pursed his lips together tightly. “Would you be happier without me?”

Her heart felt tired at this point tightening around itself as if trying to push out all the hurt or keep it all in. Happiness wasn’t a commonality for sure. But would it be any better if she couldn’t see him altogether? Spending years thinking of what could have happened if they just—kept holding onto that thread?

Without uttering a single word, Belle merely shook her head. In a second she was reminded at how well Jungkook still was at knowing what she needed right at that moment.

A small tear escaping down his cheek, Jungkook grabbed her by her cheeks and pressed a warm kiss against her lips. He could taste a saltiness on her dampened lips before his hands trailed down, wrapping them around her waist to cancel out any distance between them. He was fucking done being so far away from his baby, unable to touch her because they were too stubborn to say sorry. With a swift motion he picked her up and impatiently pressed her down against the fluffy rug.

Belle pulled at her scarf which was quickly pushed away and her cardigan lay as a blanket underneath. Fingers hooked on the hem of his cold T-shirt before pulling it over his head and discarding no one cared where. She felt his nails firmly graze up her thigh, hooking onto her panties and pulling it down only one of her thighs roughly. The thin piece of clothing dangling on her left ankle as Jungkook devoured her lips not wanting to unlock their tongues dancing.

His bulging shorts rubbed against her bare core making her moan against his lips. Jungkooks’ still wrapped hand pulled at her hair to press her further down on the floor. He watched her mouth part, small gasp passing through as his hips rubbed against her pooling core. “Look at me.” He spoke in a raspy voice, lust blown and glossy eyes piercing into her. “I want you to look at me.” He whispered, forehead pressing together as he carelessly pushed down his shorts to let his desperate cock free.

Belle felt his thick, wet tip rub up and down her sleek heat, walls already clenching to a get an aching taste of him inside her again. “Please—” A choked scream broke out of her when the man slammed into her. Her pussy swallowed up every inch of his cock, aching a little after being long-deprived from the stretch. She kept her gaze did not waiver however watching him contort his face in pleasure.

Jungkook could barely hear himself think after feeling his whole member hugged by that familiar heat. So deliciously tight and warm, he could stay like this forever if he could. “Fuck I missed you.” He whispered, hot breath hitting her face before he kissed her again, sighing in relief as he began thrusting into her. Every snap of his hips hit hard and deep wanting to make his movements embedded in their minds so they forget just how fucking good they felt together.

She grabbed onto his shoulders for dear life, legs spread out welcomingly for him to destroy her desperate heat. All her long hibernated nerves now jolted awake by the beautiful friction between them, electrifying her body.

He pulled apart the front of her dress, a few buttons flying off but Belle couldn’t care less. Neither of them could. This was the closest they had been in months. Nothing was going to stop them from spewing out all their bottled frustrations.

Belle felt his hot mouth press wet kisses on the curve of her breast, teeth grazing against the tender skin making her smile in bliss. Fingers gripped at the roots of his slightly damp hair reaching down to kiss his head. A gasp caught in her throat when he thrusted into her faster pushing to the limits of her release but she pushed him away.

“What’s wrong?” He breathed out staring at her confused but he quickly saw what she wanted.

Belle pushed on his chest to make him lie on his back before straddling him, the panties on her ankle slid away. She raised herself over his erect cock and slowly let her core devour him again causing a small groan under Jungkooks’ throat. His hands instinctively moved under the skirt of her dress, squeezing her bottom. Still her eyes fixated on him as her hips swayed, feeling his tip rub against her sweet spot making her legs melt.

She moved her hands to where his were and Jungkook immediately intertwined their fingers together. Belle carefully unwrapped the black cloth around his knuckles as the male sat up now, wanting to feel her closer.

Pressing a small kisses on his healing wounds, she quickened her pace.

Jungkook grabbed the back of her neck and intoxicated her with another kiss while his other hand guided her hips.

Belle held onto his shoulders now and bounced on his cock, the sheer pressure against her sweet spot could throw her over the edge in minutes. Arms wrapped around him as her teeth sunk into his skin, muffling her moans. Fingers ran through the hair on the back of his head, lips pressing messy kisses on his neck and cheek. “I love you.” She whispered in his ear.

The male grabbed the side of her neck again forcing her to meet his gaze. Thumb brushed the corner of her teary eyes, mascara smudging across her temple on his finger pad. Lips were barely hovering one another as Belle slowed her thrusts. “I love you too.” He sighed out the words, grabbing bits of her hair before pressing on her warm lips. “I love you so much.” His latter words were mumbled but Belle still heard them.

A small sob shook through her seeing that warmth again. One she hadn’t seen it in so long that it almost felt like dream but Jungkooks’ hands on her skin reminded her it wasn’t. This was all real.

Jungkook turned her around to lay on her stomach, legs straightened out and spread so he could sneak in between. His cock slid in on its own at this point with how fucked out her heat was and he didn’t waste a single second longer to continue the pace. He leaned into her, kisses lain on her shoulder and sweet words whispered in her ear.

He intertwined his fingers with a hand and Belle hugged it closer, his sweaty torso pressed firmly against her back as the onslaught of thrusts began. It was slow but it dug deep into her core and steadily patterned. Her belly pressed against the floor made it all the more easier to rub against her sweet spot and create some friction against her clit.

“Don’t stop.” She whispered giving Jungkook even more determination to torture her core with incessant pounding. Warmth gathered around her leaking heat and pleasure tickled under the skin of her thighs causing her moans to shake.

Jungkook drilled into her, his own moans melting with her as his climax now flooded his entire form, his hand gripping onto hers like it was a part of him.

Belle cried out, trying to muffle the pitch by pressing her lips against the back of his hand. The heated release making her legs shake under him uncontrollably. Cheek pressed against the rug now, she bit down her bottom lip, tears still flowing out of her from the force of her orgasm mixed with everything else.

He filled her up with his release uttering the most delicious whimpers and moan before kissing her cheek softly. “You okay, baby?” Jungkook whispered, caressing her tear stain cheek.

Belle smiled quickly, nodding even though fresh tears still fell turning to face him properly. “I’m glad you didn’t sign it.” She giggled through her light sobs.

Jungkook chuckled leaning in and lay a soft kiss on her salty lips. “I’d never leave you, baby.”

“Promise?” She asked in a whisper.

“Promise.”

Another thread now knitted with the one they had been dangling on, making them that tiny bit stronger than they were yesterday.

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