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loveylangdon · 4 years

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Go To Town

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soft jj x best friend reader

A/N: I have no idea why but 'Go To Town’ by Doja Cat reminds me of JJ (listen it if you want to), so I came up with this lil scenrio based off the song but not really? but who doesn’t love a good dance sesh to tease a cute boy. Just some cute JJ love tbh, everyone has the angsty, hard ass jj heres a lil content smol jj. This is my first jj fic so pls be kind. truly a white mans whore so i’ll include my masterlist for my other writings Xx

*not my gif credit to owner*

y/n p.o.v.

“If you're down, boy, really down, baby let me watch you go to town” You and Kie screamed at the top of your lungs dancing on the Pogue. It was your turn to pick the music playlist for the day out on the marsh and you had more of an open love for all music. When it was your turn to pick the playlist it was a bit of everything everyone loved but today you just wanted to let loose and have fun. You vibed heavy with the reggae and soft jazz the boys usually picked or the pop-rock JJ chose, but you wanted to have more fun before the kegger tonight. Your vibe was usually infectious and you wanted the others to be able to let loose. Hence listening to some Doja Cat in the middle of nowhere with also the slight hope of catching JJ’s attention more so than usual.

Your cousin came down from the mainland and showed you some new artists and ‘Go to Town’ by Doja Cat was on her playlist which reminded you of your little blonde hair blue eyed crush. JJ Maybank possibly royalty amongst the pogues and rightfully so with his charm, good looks, and his ability to fix basically anything he was a guy every girl wanted to sleep with. But to you he was an angel in disguise. Glancing over at him you saw him smirking behind his beer bottle and looking at you intently in your swimsuit dancing with Kie. “Go down, go down, go down, go to town” You and Kie kept screaming out “and she shave it all off Charlie Brown with it” dropping down and dancing on each other. John B laughing and throwing his head back, Pope smiling like an idiot, Sarah refusing to dance provocatively with you two trying to hold on to John B’s arm for dear life. Today was gonna be good. You had JJ’s attention from the moment you stepped on the boat and that’s all you wanted even if it was because you were currently grinding with Kie.

Together but not together, you and JJ were in this endless cycle of teasing and flirting constantly but today you were winning. Watching him while dancing on Kie you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. Making sure your eyes were locked for most of the provocative parts of the song or when you dropped lower than normal. Watching how his eyes get a deeper shade of blue and how he was holding on tighter to the neck of the beer bottle John B handed him before you guys anchored down. Smiling to yourself you turned and gave Kie your full attention again dancing and acting foolish screaming lyrics to the wise words of Doja Cat “If he don’t eat it, he a D-bag, He can use a submarine, I’ll call him seaman”

You were kind of this untouchable girl in the group, maybe even a better girl version of JJ easier to tame. Young, wild and free. Pretty, smart, fun always up for adventure but you had the spirit of Pope calculating and thinking things through but you knew when to let go. The perfect balance, Smart and quick on your feet, great at getting out of certain situations you became the mediator for Pogues and Kooks. Not being much of either you were what they would call a “Pookie” in the middle, not exactly a full Pogue but not much farther from being a Kook but not good enough either. However the group accepted you far quicker than they accepted Sarah Cameron, pure at heart and no ill intentions just wanting to have fun, Plus it didn’t hurt that you stopped Rafe from attacking them the first time you met them on the island. After they knew you were badass and down to earth how could the 3 boys refuse to let you in their secret club. Kie joined later which you were thankful for, loving your boys endlessly for 4 years but you couldn’t say no to another girl to help keep these boys corralled.

While being associated with the Pogues it didn’t stop Kook guys trying to get at you. You were invited on figure 8 anytime as well as the cut. Princess of peace some would call you, you could get Kelce and Rafe to back down from a fight more often than not. Rafe not wanting to get on your bad side because you had a fire in your eyes and he wouldn’t want to hurt his chance of possibly getting laid if the “opportunity arises” you would never but it didn’t hurt to make him think so. Being Pookie came with power. Being able to control Rafe meant power over the Kooks. Hurting you could hurt Mr. Cameron’s business in some ways, you didn’t have a big mouth but you never forget what happens, you’re a more credible person to believe than the Pogues if it came to spilling some of Rafe’s secrets. And Rafe never forgot that. So he played nice-ish when you were present. Plus it didn’t hurt that he was attractive. So what if you flirted and hung out with them once in a blue moon. Young, Wild, and free.

Again though JJ, JJ Maybank was it. You guys were without a doubt each other’s person. You weren’t going to make the first move you were gonna let JJ do it. Watching him mack on Tourons hurt but nothing your friends and some fun couldn’t fix. You and him were endgame anyways so why fret over what’s inevitable. That’s what you told yourself. You were confident and you definitely had that boy wrapped around your finger. Knowing each other’s quirks, body language, food taste, being each other’s other half you guys had mastered for a couple of years now. Up until recently the tides have shifted your guy’s love for each other grew in a way neither of you suspected but it didn’t change anything. Maybe more lingering touches, a couple more conscious forehead kisses or escorts home. Yet the blue-eyed angel still couldn’t make it official so you did what you do best tease him any chance you got.

“D to the TF, got your bf in my DM, got him all up in my hair” You make your way over to where Popes sitting pointing your finger at him to join you and Kie.

“No-No” Pope lets out moving to get up, you wink at Kie who is laughing at Popes wide-eyed frantic figure who finally figured out what the songs about while trying to maneuver in the small boat. You and Kie finally get pope stuck between you two “cause I can’t believe my eyes and her man between my thighs” you and Kie keep screaming. Peaking over Pope’s shoulder you see JJ watching you “And it’s clean but messy like a pizza” you sing right at him making eye contact, you see the blue-eyed boy shift uncomfortably in his seat adjusting his swim trunks, eyes locked on you. You wink at him and see pink dust his cheeks as he clears his throat.

Turning to John B with a smile on your face makes Sarah squeal, “My boyfriend too y/n” she lets out, fake shock evident in her tone

“Sorry Cameron I don’t have a boyfriend so I need to steal yours” you giggle holding your hand out for John B who has his hand over his heart and an awe look on his face flattered you chose him. He kisses Sarah on the forehead and stands up leading you next to Kie and Pope “If your down boy really down, Baby let me watch you go to town” you’re back is to John B’s chest dancing to the beat yelling out the lyrics, you feel John B place his hands on your waist and see Kie trying to get Sarah to join you guys.

You feel heat on your waist and it's not John B’s hands, someones staring at you, looking over to JJ you see him glaring at John B’s hands holding onto your hips, guiding you to the beat. Rolling your eyes at JJ you huff, only JJ would get jealous over a guy who has a girlfriend and still not do anything about it. Pope went to go sit next to JJ since Kie left him to drag Sarah to dance before the song ended. You leave John B and dance your way over to Kie and Sarah.

“No, No, No” Sarah squeals when you grab her wrist and Kie grabs the other you guys get her to stand up and push her to the front of the boat for the last chorus. Squishing Sarah between you and Kie you guys are lazily grinding on each other with the three boys sitting at the front of the boat whooping and hollering at your antics “let me see you go to town, baby, go to town yeah”

Making eye contact with JJ again you notice his tensed features, his jaws clenched and he’s biting his lip, his hairs messed up and you assume from him tugging on it. His eyes snap up to your face knowing he got caught checking you out he smirks opening his legs wider as if daring you to go to him and do your worst.

“Baby let me watch you go to town,” you say making your way over to the boys, John B’s eyes widen hitting JJ on the shoulder “Oh my god” Pope lets out

You make grabby hands to JJ, grabbing his hand that was covering his crotch innocently grazing his chest making pope let out a whistle, JJ stands up immediately taking your hand in his smirking while a goofy smile graces his features. You walk him to the middle of the boat turning your back to his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist immediately, you can feel his breath against your ear as he holds onto you tighter. Rocking your guy’s body’s together to the beat, you lean your head back and whisper into his ear “It’s your one chance, baby, never or now yeah” you hear him groan gripping you tighter if possible. Giggling you push your ass against his crotch and hear him gasp “Okay that’s it” He lets out with a clenched jaw and you unravel yourself from him and go back to dancing with Sarah and Kie again “Go down, go down, go down, Yeah let me see you go to town” Screaming when the songs over and the next one starts to play you guys laugh turning around looking at the boys who just sit there or stand in JJ’s case with a shocked expression

“What the hell is wrong with you guys,” Kie asks crossing her arms, “You’re killing the buzz” she whines while Sarah walks over to John B and climbs in his lap causing you to laugh

Pope clears his throat and opens his mouth to say something but nothing comes out causing you and Kiara to laugh “Look y/n you broke Pope” and Pope looks offended

“No, she didn’t,” Pope says but his voice cracked causing everyone to laugh

“I haven’t seen y/n dance like that since the party with Rafe” Sarah comments teasingly and suddenly everyone gets quiet. Kie rolls her eyes at Sarah for even mentioning him

“Okay, y’all act like you’ve never heard a song like that chill” you chuckle going to the cooler to grab a beer and take a drink

“No we have but like wow that was so-” Pope starts out with hand movements and everything but Kie shoots him a look raising her eyebrow

“So what Pope?” She asks and you go to say something but JJ cuts you off

“That was hot, like really hot not gonna lie I liked it, I liked it a lot actually” JJ speaks up from where he’s standing on the boat looking at you. John B hits him upside the head “Bro what the fuck” JJ lets out turning to look at John B

“Stop being gross” John B states matter of factly “They’re having fun they don’t need a perv ruining it”

You give them a confused look “Okay I’m going to swim, coming Kie?” You ask as she nods. Diving into the marsh instantly cools off your body, you hear Kie jump in after you. Swimming to the other side of the boat. The boys and Sarah out of view you hear Kie next to you

“So JJ is still a dumbass” she huffs out rolling her eyes in the direction of JJ. Giggling at her you shake your head and she goes to speak up about his failed attempt to get down with you to Doja Cat when you guys hear JJ whisper shout trying to be quiet, you shoot a look to Kie and raise a finger to your lips telling her to be quiet while she nods

“Okay I stand corrected that was hot. Pope you should be worried about Kie leaving you for y/n did you see the way Kie went in after her” JJ lets out a whistle and you and Kie giggle quietly moving your arms around to make it seem like y’all are still swimming

“Shut up” Pope lets out exasperated

“No Pope listen I’m serious that was so hot like y/n dived flawlessly she’s perfect and the way Kie followed right after her like girl on girl action it just-”

You snorted looking over at Kie who had an eyebrow raised, you made kissy faces at her until she splashed you. You could imagine JJ using his hands to emphasize his point

“You’re disgusting JJ” you heard Sarah let out which caused you and Kie to start giggling until you heard a splash of water assuming it was Sarah. You and Kie swam a little ways from the boat to not give away that you two were snooping

“Great, you pissed off Sarah great going JJ” you could faintly hear John B huff

“What guys I’m being honest, you’re gonna tell me that wasn’t even a little bit hot,” JJ asks and you can see his arms extended out

“Okay JJ yes but we don’t say that shit out loud” you hear Pope mumble. Your head shot straight to Kie who has a shocked expression on her face at Popes sudden small outburst and then to Sarah

“You little snakes you heard them” Sarah gasps out

“Sarah shut up oh my god, it’s so fun to tease them” you flick water at her and head to swim back to the boat seeing John B and Pope join the girls in the water. The water had done its job cooling you off you wanted to tan.

Climbing back into the boat you hear a whistle coming from JJ “Take a picture it’ll last longer” you let out reaching for your towel to dry off

“Only if you let me take pictures of the entire view and” he pauses popping the ‘and’ while pointing his finger at you “you stay wet” JJ lets out biting his lip as you shoot him a fake glare. He’s reaching for your waist and you let him pull you to sit down between his legs

You pout “I wanted to tan”

“To bad come keep me company” he smiles pulling you down, kissing the crown of your forehead nothing unusual but it didn't stop the butterflies from forming in the pit of your stomach

“How you feeling,” You ask him as he wraps a towel around your figure before wrapping his arms around you. Knowing he didn’t get in the water because of his recent fight with his dad. His bruises were taking a little longer to heal than normal and he didn’t want anyone worrying about him. You helped apply cream to them but he couldn’t stay out of trouble long enough for it to heal properly.

“I’m perfect right now” he hums in content and you move to look up at him, his chin is resting in the crook of your shoulder and his eyes are closed, his arms wrapped across your torso holding you close to his chest. The sun is hitting his face perfectly making his blonde locks glow and there’s a sense of calm he holds. He looks content, at peace and all you could ever ask for was this boy to feel all the love in the world and a part of you hoped he felt that with you. Placing a soft kiss on his chin you feel him shift, you turn your body to watch the rest of the Pogues in the water. They’re having a splash war and you can’t help but let out a giggle at the girls trying to take down John B.

“You missed,” JJ says

“Missed what?” You ask confused eyes still on your friends in the water

“You missed” He lets out annoyed at the lack of attention you’re paying to him

“JJ what the fuck are you-” His hand grabs your chin turning you to him quickly cutting you off and his lips are on yours.

Your lips melt into his instantly. His hand goes to hold the side of your face in his hand, tilting your head a bit to deepen the kiss. You feel like your heart is going to fall out of your chest. His other hand goes to pinch your ass as you let out a gasp he uses that as an opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. Attempting to fight for dominance you gladly let him win. He tasted like beer and spearmint with a hint of weed he probably smoked earlier. It was addicting.

Pulling away for a quick second he groans, his eyes still closed you can see him rolling his eyes like breaking away from him was the end of the world. You place quick pecks onto his lips while moving to straddle his lap, you feel him smirk against you. Pulling you closer to him, he has one hand on your ass holding you to him and the other holding the side of your cheek to keep you close, you pull his bottom lip into your mouth sucking on it as he groans. Pulling away reluctantly both of his hands find their way to the bottom of your ass.

Opening your eyes looking at him he sits with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on his face, eyes closed, lips red and swollen. He looks like a kid in a candy store and you can’t help but let out a giggle. Placing your hands on either side of his neck you lean into him and place a couple of kisses on his lips he happily partakes in and you can feel his smile widening if even possible. Pulling away you’re met with blue eyes and a smirk. You lean up to place a kiss on his forehead as soon as you place it there his face nuzzles into your boobs and you can’t help but laugh and he groans “you’re so perfect, fuck” he speaks into your skin playfully biting your chest

Tangling your hand in his hair behind his neck, you gently pull him away from your boobs, he leans in planting another kiss on you quickly “I like this” he places another kiss on your lips “I like this a lot” he whispers to you as you break away for the third time.

Trying to chase his lips with yours you nod at him “Yeah?” you smirk tugging at the hair gently on the back of his neck, tilting your head a little more back feigning innocent while he groans moving his hands to hold the side of your face to keep you from moving away any further

Something flashes across his face you haven’t seen before causing you to furrow your eyebrows together and then his eyes go soft and the way he’s looking at you makes you want to melt into a puddle “Yeah I like this a lot actually” he breaths out in a sincere whisper placing a kiss on your nose, you scrunch it up as he places gentle kisses all over your face until you’re pushing his face away to stop him you guys are both left laughing, He plays with a few strands of your hair just looking at you as if he’s trying to remember every little detail as if he didn’t know it by heart already

“Um what are you guys doing,” Pope asks from the side of the boat with a questionable look only Pope could make

“Pope what the fuck man” JJ lets out pinching the bridge of his nose glaring at him. You move to get up and grab JJ another beer, noticing John b climb into the boat as well. “Can’t you see I’m trying to make magic happen” JJ gestures towards your standing finger and you scoff placing a hand on your hip

“You’re gonna need a lot of magic JJ little Pookie here has a wide range of options” John B teases knowing JJ gets all defensive when your other affiliated party is mentioned the Kooks

“She’s mine and everyone knows it” JJ scoffs crossing his arms making his biceps bulge a little bit

“My brother doesn’t” Sarah chimes in climbing into the boat next to you and you try to stifle your laugh at JJ fuming. Kie climbs aboard and starts arguing with JJ alongside Sarah about the logistics of a relationship and what that entails. You’re sure you hear something about ownership and women’s rights and you can’t help but smile at your friends being idiots

John B pats the seat next to him for you to sit down, clinking his beer with yours or was suppose to be JJ’s “Salud” he chuckles ruffling your hair “I think Pookie is finally a Poguie, we can talk about custody over him later” he jokes

“No” you hear JJ say over the music holding his hand to Kie’s face to shush her while pointing a finger over at the two of you “actually, she had full custody the entire time” you hear JJ shout over Kie trying to shove JJ in the water

“Whose pussy whipped now,” John B asks him raising an eyebrow making everyone burst into laughter and Pope lets out a low whistle

“I don’t know ask Rafe-” JJ started which earned a shocked expression from you that lasted 2 seconds and a knowing look from Sarah before Kie finally pushed him over the edge and into the marsh resulting in a gasp from him and a content smiley Kiara

“I’m sure Rafe would gladly go to town with y/n, he’ll take his one chance” Kie yelled towards him and a bunch of “oohs” come from everyone before she continues “Hmm actually let's put that on the playlist for the kegger tonight see what prince Kook wants to do with princess Pookie” She goes to put her hand on her chin pouting her lips earning a nod from Pope

“That's it you’re dead” JJ pushes himself up into the boat and immediately grabs onto Kie throwing her back into the marsh, turning around he headed straight for Sarah

“JJ no, JJ-” Sarah screams out when he nears her “John B I swear if you let him-” but it's too late JJ is holding her bridal style in his arms tossing her over into the marsh

“Sorry Kook you’re related to the guy can’t have you spying on us revealing intel” He salutes the two girls in the water going to sit in between your legs on the floor of the boat, his back against the seat

“Yeah he’s pussy whipped” Pope states pointing a finger towards you guys, JJ fake glares at him taking off his cut tank that is now soaked due to Kie pushing him in. Hoping it'll dry before the kegger tonight, you wrap a towel around his wet figure playing with his blonde hair and placing a kiss on the top of his head

“Jokes on you Pope” JJ starts shooting him a look “I’m about to be treated like a king” JJ leans back shaking his wet hair into your lap which causes a groan from John B who was in the splash zone “Beer me women” he shouts holding his arms out earning a smack to his chest from John B, rolling your eyes you hand him the beer that was originally intended for him. He raises the bottle as the girls climb into the boat glaring at him. A shit eating grin on his face “Salud” which earns a chorus of saluds back and a “how does he do it” from Pope causing everyone to burst into laughter while he starts the boat up to head back to the chateau.

The sun, the water, your boy and friends. Pogue style.

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A/N: this is my first jj writing and she isn’t edited v much I wanted to get it out bc this idea has been in my head and I think about it every time I listen to the song, and its on my summer playlist rip. This could be a two parter? the ending was kinda meh because I was torn between dragging it out and giving it an ending. Either way I hope you enjoyed it. Any feedback or commentary is welcomed my inbox is always open, I hope yall are staying safe Xx

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yyxgin · 4 years

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skeletons & ramen 🎃

-> pairing: lee minho x reader

-> genre: fluff, halloween au, college au

-> words: 3k (prologue included)

-> happy halloween folks !! this is a part of the @districtninewriters halloween collaboration !! check out the prologue and other amazing artists who also participated <3

-> warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking, swearing and i think that is it :’)

“No effin’ way did I spend all this time doing your makeup for you to stay at this party for ten minutes. Get your ass out there and at least talk to someone.”

BamBam’s words replayed in your head as you glanced around the party. It was impressive; you’d give him that. Your best friend was known for the ragers he threw, and his annual Halloween party was no exception. With loud music, expensive decorations ranging from a 12-foot-skeleton on the lawn to fog machines, and costumes required – “and none of that ‘just throwing on a witch’s hat’ either, that shit’s weak” – it won party of the year before it even occurred.

And you didn’t want to come. It wasn’t that you didn’t like his parties. On the contrary, you really enjoyed them. But this year, the party was on Halloween night, which just so happened to be a Saturday. Your first midterm of the semester? Bright and early Monday morning at 8 a.m. sharp.

“You have to come!” BamBam had said when you first mentioned skipping the party. You could already tell he was dangerously close to pulling out his puppy-dog eyes, as you called them, and if he did that, you were a goner.

You sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to, Bam. It’s just that my first midterm is super early Monday morning, and I really, really need to study for it,” you said.

“So study on Sunday!” he argued. “You know I can’t have a party without my best friend there. Not to mention, I’ve already put so much thought into how I would do your makeup for your skeleton costume. Don’t make me have done research in vain. Please?”

That’s how you had ended up at the party. Your plan had initially been to stay for half an hour, but when you went to tell BamBam, he wasn’t having it. That’s when he had dropped the line about how much effort he had put into your makeup, shoving you out of the kitchen and into the lounge.

As you looked around the room, you figured it wouldn’t kill you to talk to someone for a few minutes. But who?

You see a drunk guy from your literature class, Changbin, and his friend that has attended the party in a horse mask for the third year in a row, Jisung, in the corner of the spacious room. You know what, maybe they are not the best people to talk to at this college party.

Your classmate Lia and her friends that dressed up as power rangers are sitting on the sofa with a senior very well known as the friendly guy Chan dressed up as a cowboy, downing shots of tequila and singing loudly at the top of their lungs. You contemplate the choice for a moment, but decide against it when they turn to sing Into the unknown for the thirtieth time tonight, scrunching up your face in pure horror.

Another choice are the party animals Hyunjin and Felix dressed up as peanut butter and jelly, dancing to whatever song comes out of the loud speakers. Yeah, you could never keep up with them.

The last few people in your sight are in a circle, laughing loudly, bottles of beer, soju and various other alcohol secured in their hands. You see your classmates Jeongin and Seungmin in there, but you don’t know any other people there, so you decide to just let them be.

Maybe you have no other choice, then to leave.

“Yah! We’re matching!” you hear a voice from beside you call, looking at the person and frowning in confusion. What on the earth is he talking about?

But then it hits you. The guy has skeleton makeup on his face, an all-black outfit fitting his body and a huge, obnoxious grin on his face. You really are matching, well, apart from the optimistic expression on his face very much different from yours, on the other hand, disgusted from the whole situation.

“Oh. You’re right. My friend BamBam actually did the makeup, so it’s not really my fault, though.” you smirk, watching the boy growing closer to you and inspecting the makeup on your face.

“Looks like him and Han Jisung watched the same youtube tutorial,” he mutters, making you burst out in laughter.

“Jisung? You mean to tell me that the guy who attends in a horse mask every year did your makeup today?” you ask in disbelief, rewarded by his adorable giggle.

“Yeah, well, I told him I wasn’t going to the party, because I didn’t have a costume, so he told me he was just going to turn me into a skeleton to force me to go with him.” he explains.

“Looks like he did a much better job than BamBam did, anyway,” you point out, examining the work on his face. At this point, you’re going to go to Jisung to do your makeup for your cousin’s wedding you’re attending next month, because his skills are really good, to be honest.

“I appreciate the rhinestones on yours, though. A pretty detail,” he laughs, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, BamBam likes finishing touches.” you smile.

You’re kind of getting flustered under his gaze, so you quickly turn to look to the ground in response. The fact that you didn’t even drink tonight wasn’t helping you get loose a tiny bit, your shy side showing right after there was a silence in the conversation.

“Wait, you’re telling me you’re friends with BamBam and we somehow still don’t know each other?” asks the friendly stranger, making you look up at his face again.

“Umm, yeah.” you nod.

“And you know Jisung as well.” he points out.

“Yeah, well, everybody knows Jisung, so…” you say.

“Yeah, but we have so many mutual friends, yet we still don’t know each other… that’s strange. Well, anyways, I’m Minho.” he smiles, putting a hand to you to shake it.

“Nice to meet you, Minho. I’m y/n.” you smile at him and take his hand to shake it. His grip is firm, but not painful, the presence of his skin on yours making you slightly excited.

You were never that good with meeting new people, so to have a stranger introduce themselves to you unprohibited, it felt good. Well, maybe BamBam was right about going to the party. Maybe you’ll even have a new friend after this, and god knows you need some new friends, because you’re certain hanging out with BamBam constantly kind of makes some of your brain cells disappear.

“Wanna get something to drink?” smiles the skeleton boy, on which you nod and follow him back to the kitchen where you’ve come from, seeing that it was now pretty much empty apart from the couple wearing matching costumes of Joker and Harley Quinn making out on the kitchen counter.

You take a bottle of peach soju and see Minho do the same, cringing at the smacking noises and quickly pulling you away from the kitchen by the elbow, rolling his eyes in the process. “Can’t they just leave it for when they come home?”

“I’m so sorry for BamBam, I swear if he has to clean the kitchen counter from sperm again this year, he’s going to seriously lose it-”

"Again?"

“Yeah, people get real wild out here.” you nod and try to erase the flashbacks coming back into your head from seeing your terrified and disgusted best friend cleaning the place with kitchen towels and some Clorox.

“Ew. See? This is why I didn’t even want to come in the first place.” says Minho with a disgusted expression on his face.

“You too?”

“Yeah, I hate parties!” exclaims the boy, throwing his arms in the air to gesture to the packed lounge.

“I know, right? I was actually supposed to be studying at the moment, but BamBam insisted on me coming, so I kinda had to, you know.” you blurb out, taking a sip from the soju in your hand.

“Studying. On a Saturday evening.” he gazes onto you, making you feel kind of stupid for sounding like the biggest nerd in the world. Yeah, you cared about your grades, but you weren’t as crazy as it sounded in the first place.

“Yeah, well, I have a midterm on Monday, so-”

“Oh. I got you.” he nods, licking his lips and taking his first sip of the peach alcohol in his hand, making you just awkwardly stare at his face in the process.

“Well, y/n,” starts Minho as he finishes drinking, “not to sound creepy or something, but do you wanna get out of here? Since we both kind of hate parties and our best friends got what they wanted…” he says, almost looking nervous at his question, making you just shyly nod.

“Yeah, sure.” you agree. You’re pretty sure BamBam won’t notice if you leave now, and if he does, well, you spoke to someone. That means you did what he wanted you to do. He can’t be mad now.

“Okay. I’ll be taking this with me.” laughs Minho as he shows you the half-empty bottle of soju in his hand, making you giggle as you show him yours and nod in response, telling him you’ll be doing the same as the two of you go to the front door. You were wearing your black coat through the whole evening and from the looks of his black leather jacket, it looked like he was too, so there was no reason for the two of you to stay at the party longer and look for your things.

“Let’s go!” you muse, going out of the house with Minho by your side, the chilly breeze and silence hitting you in the face in a weird, but comforting way.

“And where are we even going?” asks Minho, making you stop in your tracks and giggle.

“I don’t know.” you shrug, watching his amused smirk only grow wider.

“Let’s just… walk around for a while, I guess?” you say, receiving a nod from him in return as you start walking side by side in the neighbourhood.

You both keep talking to each other and getting to know each other, learning that Minho is studying dance and not business like most of your mutual friends, and you, do, which is probably why you’d never met before. You manage to make him show you some of his dance moves, both of you slightly tipsy now, giggling at his silly dance in the middle of the street. It was easy, talking to Minho.

“Let’s go trick or treating!” he cheers, making you laugh.

“We’re 21, Minho, nobody will give us any treats.” you say, refusing to get yourself through that kind of embarrassing dumbassery on this wonderful Saturday evening.

“Nobody can see we’re too old for it through this makeup,” pouts Minho, making you laugh even harder. You’re not even sure if it’s the alcohol in your veins that makes everything he says and does so funny to you, but you just know his presence makes you giggle quite a lot.

“They can definetly see, Minho, they’re not dumb.” you say, patting him on his shoulder.

“Hmm,” he pouts, but only for a minute before he manages to change the topic with a sudden information, “I’m in a mood for some ramen.”

“Yeah, same. I haven’t had ramen in so long, dude,” you muse, your mouth already full of saliva only at the thought of the food coming in your sight.

“Let’s have ramen, then,” shrugs Minho and paces quickly in a different direction.

“Yah, where are you going?”

“To the supermarket for some ramen! And then, we’re going to my place and we’re going to eat some ramen.” he explains, not even letting you a moment to disagree with his statement as you jog to catch up with him. Perhaps he notices your alarmed expression on your face, making him quickly reassure you and your noisy thoughts.

“Don’t worry, y/n, I’m not gonna kill you. You can come over, I swear.” he says, but after he sees you still biting on your lower lip in nerves, he stops in his tracks and gazes into your eyes to comfort you.

“Really. You can trust me. We even have mutual friends, remember?” his expression is soft, dreamy, almost, making you instantly relax and nod.

“Okay.” you say, clearly missing what stranger danger means, but you feel like you can trust Minho. Right?

“Okay. Let’s go.” he nods, cheeringly going in the direction of the supermarket again, with you by his side, singing a popular song under his breath in the process.

After an enormous amount of laughter and one argument over which ramen you two should buy, you two finally reach the cashier that looked rather uninterested until she saw you, smiling and giggling under her breath. You place the two packs of ramen onto the counter, waiting for the girl to check you up and give you your delicious food into your hands.

“What a lovely couple you two are.” she smiles at the two of you after reaching out her hands in front of you with the ramen in her hold.

“We are not a couple, actually…” you mumble, feeling quite shy at her comment.

“Oh, but the matching costume…”

“That was a coincidence, really,” you laugh awkwardly, wanting to be finally on your way to Minho’s apartment, when Minho smirks behind you.

“We’re not a couple yet, but you know, perhaps this was all destiny,” he jokes, making you turn around and playfully elbow him in the ribs, a joyful giggle followed by your skeleton companion.

“I’m just joking, chill,” he says, thanking the cashier and taking the ramen into his hands, escaping the supermarket and leading you into his apartment.

The journey there is comfortable, but the atmosphere quickly changes as you reach his place, taking off your shoes to not dirty his, surprisingly, clean apartment, taking off your jacket and looking at Minho standing in the doorway and watching you. “Well, here we are. Welcome.”

“Thanks.” you shyly respond, not really knowing what to do at this point.

“Come on in, don’t just stand there,” scoffs Minho, leading you into the kitchen to cook the ramen with you right after him, watching your every step and looking around in the dark apartment, silently appreciating his choice of interior design.

“Meow!” you hear from the dark room, making you jump.

“Wow!” you jolt out, making Minho turn around to laugh at your shocked face, dropping the packs of ramen to the table and picking up his cat from under it to show it to you.

“Yeah, I kinda forgot to tell you… I have three cats, this is Soonie. Say hello, Soonie,” smiles Minho and takes the cat’s pow into his hand to make it wave to you, finally calming down your racing heart.

“Oh my god, that scared me.” you giggle, petting the cat’s head. “She’s adorable.” you mumble.

“I know, right? You should see your face,” giggles Minho, “and this is Doongie and Dori.” he says pointing at the two cats that were, very much not to your knowledge, following you to the kitchen. You shyly wave at them and mumble a quiet “Hi” to the creatures, watching them take their respectful seats under the table again.

The conversation flows freely right after, the slight scare that Minho’s cats brought you making the atmosphere much less awkward, seating yourself at his kitchen table and watching him take his role in the kitchen and cooking the ramen you’ve just bought, appreciating the way he moves through the room and still manages to keep you entertained in the conversation.

“Here you go.” smiles Minho as he places the plate with the finished food on the table in front of you, a proud grin plastered on his skeleton face.

“Thanks!” you muse, diving right in to the steaming food, slurping and enjoying every single bite of it. You know ramen is not exactly that hard to prepare, but damn did it taste amazing in the late hours of the night, hitting every nerve.

“It tastes so fucking good.” you mumble, your mouth still full of noodles.

“Chef Lee right at your service,” bows Minho, making you giggle.

In the process of eating, though, you feel a rhinestone fall off your face on the table. You frown, examining it, making another one fall down, realising that it was the steam from the ramen that made the eyelash glue BamBam put on your face dissolve and ruin your beautiful makeup.

“Wanna take it off? It’s late and it’s coming off by itself, anyway,” he asks, making you nod without a hesitation, following him into the bathroom without even washing the dishes.

Minho takes some moisturizer and a tissue from his cupboard, making you silently curse yourself for not taking makeup wipes with you and having to turn to this poor alternative, seeing how he carefully applies the cream to the fabric and moves it to your face.

“Can I?” he asks, suddenly, taking you by surprise.

“I mean… sure?”

You take a seat on the bathroom sink, watching his every move as he stands close to you and starts taking your makeup off. The action is quite relaxing as you close your eyes and let him carefully do his work, wondering how you even ended up in here. The moment feels intimate, yet you’ve only known Minho for a few hours, but you feel strangely safe in his presence as he takes care of you. You yawn a little after a few minutes, suddenly sleepy from the relaxing motions of his hand.

“Tired?” he muses, his voice low in the quiet.

You only hum in return, opening your eyes once he’s finished, finding him gazing at you with an unexplainable expression on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing.” he shakes his head and moves further away from your body, “I’ll take mine off and then I can walk you home if you’re feeling sleepy.” he says, making you nod.

Yeah, you feel kind of sad that your night with your new friend is coming to an end, but you can’t stay with him until the morning, right? And it’s getting quite late, anyway. Besides, something inside of you is telling you that this is not the last time you’re meeting the guy you’ve accidentally matched with on BamBam’s halloween party.

So you opt to wait for him in his living room, sitting at the comfortable blue sofa, surrounded by his three cats that take their seats close to you.

You don’t even know when you fall asleep when a handsome face wakes you up from your slumber, whispering into your ear as he gently picks you up from the sofa.

“I’ll let you sleep in my bed tonight. You don’t have to worry, I’ll take the couch.” he smiles when he sees your eyes open and gaze onto his face.

His features look mesmerizing, eye catching, even, without the heavy makeup that managed to hide them quite well. It was hard to make up his face behind the makeup, but when you fianally see it for the first time, you can’t help but find him really pretty. You feel kind of silly for thinking the thought and mentally slap yourself when doing so, but you just can’t stop thinking about how you find him just so beautiful. Maybe it’s the sleep taking over you, who knows?

“Sweet dreams, y/n. I’ll walk you home tomorrow, then.” he whispers into your ear, smiling at you when he drops you onto his bed.

“Sweet dreams, Minho.”

Yeah, it’s silly.

But you definitely fell asleep that night with your new friend on your mind.

Perhaps the matching costumes really were a destiny.

#districtninewriters #kafenetwork #stayverse #stayhavennet #kpopscape #stray kids imagine #stray kids au #stray kids fanfiction #stray kids fluff #lee minho imagine #lee minho au #lee minho fanfiction #lee minho fluff #lee know imagine #lee know au #lee know fanfiction #lee know fluff

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 3 years

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Back at it again with my self-indulgent comic posts. This time! It’s Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow #3, perhaps the most tonally-distinct entry yet, with shades of The Twilight Zone.

Spoilers!

So, as mentioned, this issue is the most deliberate in terms of both its pacing and its tone, IMO.

What is that tone, you ask?

To quote Alex Danvers, from “Midvale”: Hello, darkness.

THE STORY:

Kara and Ruthye are still looking for Krem Clues in the alien town of Maypole.

(Which is actually just Small Town, USA, complete with vintage 50s aesthetics.)

But the locals are clearly hiding something! So Kara and Ruthye continue to investigate, and they eventually discover what it was that the residents of Maypole were so keen to keep hidden.

Genocide, basically.

As I said, this issue struck me as very Twilight Zone; a genre story involving the build-up to a dark twist, all set against the backdrop of an idyllic small town. (Think, like, “The Monsters are Due on Maple Street” but instead of focusing on the Red Scare, it’s classism and racism.)

The wealthier blue aliens kicked all of the purple aliens out of town, and when space pirates showed up to pillage and plunder, the blue aliens made a deal with them: the lives of the purple aliens in exchange for their safety.

Which is where the episodic story connects to the larger mission; it was Krem who suggested the trade, and then joined up with the Brigands (space pirates) when he was freed by the blue aliens.

The issue ends with no tidy resolution to the terrible things Kara and Ruthye discovered, but they do have a lead on where to find Krem, now, as well as Barbond’s Brigands.

KARA-CTERIZATION:

Ironically, it’s here, in the darkest chapter yet, that we get the closest to what might be considered ‘classic’ Kara.

Which I think comes down to that aforementioned deliberate pace--this issue is a little slower, a little quieter. It gives the characters some room to breathe.

That’s not to say Crusty Kara is gone. Oh no. She is still very much Crusty. XD

But anyways. A list! Of Kara moments I loved!

I mentioned a few of these in a prior post when the preview pages came out: I like the moment where Kara blows down the guy’s house of cards, and I like that the action is echoed later in the issue when she grabs the mayor’s desk and tosses it aside. A nice visual representation of the escalation of Kara being, like. Done with these creeps. (Creeps is an understatement but you get the idea.)

Another one from the preview pages: Kara explains to Ruthye that her super hearing won’t necessarily help her detect a lie, especially if she’s dealing with an alien species she’s not familiar with.

It not only reveals her level of competence and understanding of her super powers, it also shows that, you know. She’s a thinker. She’s smart.

Amazing! Showing, rather than telling us, that Kara is smart! Without mentioning the science guild at all wow hey wow.

(Sorry, pointed criticism of the SG show fandom.)

Anyways.

I dig the PJs!

And Kara catching the bullet! Not only are the poses and character acting great, it’s also a neat bit of panel composition:

We start with Ruthye’s POV, and then move to the wide shot of the room. The panel where Kara actually catches the bullet is down and to the side of the wide shot panel--we move our eyes the way her body/arm would have to move to intercept the bullet. Physicality in static, 2D images!

Also, like. It’s a very tense moment, life-or-death, but. Ruthye’s wide-eyed surprise at the bullet in Kara’s hand? Kind of adorable.

I was pretty much prepared for the page of Kara shielding Ruthye from the gunfire to be the highlight--it was one of the first pages King shared and I was like, ‘yeah, YEAH.’ But, shockingly? The TRUE highlight of the issue?

Where do I BEGIN?!?!

EVERYTHING. About this moment. Is lovely.

From Kara holding Ruthye above the bench to explaining the concept of a piggyback ride, to telling her:

“I’m going to hold my hands here, and these hands can turn coal into diamonds, so they’re not going to let go. I’m going to keep you safe.”

HNNNNNNNNNNNG.

Ruthye’s narration--about how Kara had avoided flying as she was concerned it would freak Ruthye out--just adds a whole additional layer of YES, GOOD, YES, and her line on that splash page is great: “You see, all that time, she was worried about me.”

HNNNNNNNNNNNG. AGAIN.

To say nothing of the STELLAR ARTWORK.

And SPEAKING of that stellar artwork, Evely and Lopes continue to knock it out of the park. Each issue is distinct and beautifully crafted, a true joy to look at.

Before I jump into more of the art, a few final notes of character stuff in general.

Ruthye is the one most affected by the experience in Maypole, as she can’t comprehend how a society of people that look so nice and gentle and peaceful could have been party to such a horrible act.

One of the big criticisms of the book thus far is that Supergirl is not the main character, and I guess I can agree with that observation. Typically, in Western media, the main character is the one who goes through the most change in the story.

And, yeah. That’s Ruthye.

As I was reading the end, where Ruthye sits on the curb and Kara hugs her, I was imagining how the scene would’ve played, had King stuck with the original idea for the series: Kara as the one learning to be tough/experiencing all of this for the first time, and while I think that could certainly work...

I continue to appreciate that King literally flipped the script; that Kara, especially in this issue, is like, ‘I’ve seen this, I know this,’ as opposed to being the one going through a loss of innocence.

*Marge Simpson voice* I just think it’s neat!

Because Kara’s been a teen in DC comics for so long--ever since she was reintroduced to the main DCU continuity, actually--so this is all brand new territory, here. Having an older Kara who’s SEEN SOME STUFF.

(Alsoooooo, since Bendis made the destruction of Krypton not just inaction and climate disaster, but rather, genocide, and the subtext of a Kryptonian diaspora text, the waitress’ derogatory comment regarding the the destruction of Kryton, as well as Kara picking up the bad vibes the entire time, suggests not just a broad commentary on discrimination in all its forms, but specifically allegorical anti-Semitism. The purple aliens being forced out of their homes and into substandard living conditions, then the blue aliens--their neighbors and once-fellow residents--essentially allowing the space pirates to kill them, making them literal scapegoats, Kara discovering the remains of the purple aliens, and Ruthye’s horror at the ‘banality of evil’...yes. A case could be made, I think.)

(Which would probably require a post unto itself and a lot more in-depth discussion, nuance, and cited sources.)

(Should mention that King has brought up that both he and Orlando--the other Supergirl writer he talked to--are Jewish, and for him personally, that shaped his views on Kara’s origin story.)

I guess my point is that this issue is perhaps not as out-of-left-field as some might think, and just because there isn’t as obvious an arc for Kara, doesn’t mean there isn’t some sharp character work at play.

(I could be WAY OFF, of course, and I’m not suggesting it’s a clear 1:1 comparison. I’d actually really love to hear King talk about this issue in particular.)

Anyways.

Here’s the final page, which I think works, because as I mentioned before, there is no easy answer/quick wrap-up to the story of Maypole:

THE ART:

I mean. How many times can I just shout ‘ART! AAAARRRRRRRRRRRTTTT!’ before it gets old?

I dunno, but I guess we’re gonna FIND OUT.

There are some panels in this issue that I just. Like ‘em! From a purely artistic standpoint! Because they’re so good!

Like, I just really love the way Kara is drawn in that top panel. Her troubled, confused expression, the colors of the fading light, the HAIR.

Evely draws the best hair. I know I’ve said this before. I don’t care. I will continue to say it, because it continues to be true.

The issue I find myself running up against when I make these posts is that I really don’t want to post whole pages, as that’s generally frowned upon (re: pirating etc.) but with something like this, you just can’t appreciate it in panel-by-panel snippets.

(Guided View on digital reading platforms is a BANE and a POX I say!)

Anyways.

LOVE the implied movement of the cape settling as Kara speeds in and stops.

And, obviously, Kara flicking the bullet away is just. A+.

And the EYES, man. LOPES’ COLORS ON THE EYES???!?! BEAUTIFUL.

Also, should note the lettering! The more rounded letters for the ‘WOOSH’ of Kara’s speed (and, earlier, the super breath) work nicely, and contrast with the angular, violent BLAMS of the gunshots.

And, I gotta say, the editor is doing a really great job of not cluttering up the artwork with all the caption boxes. Which is no small task.

(I assume the editor is placing them, as editors usually handle word balloon/caption box placement, but I suppose it could be Evely? Sometimes the artist handles it. Either way, whoever’s taking care of all the text, EXCELLENT WORK! BRAVO!)

Okay I think that’s everything.

Ah, nope, wait.

MISC.

Just a funny observation, more than anything else: Superman: Red and Blue dropped this week, and King had a story in there, “The Special” (which was very good, btw.) Both Lois and the waitress swear a lot so I’m beginning to think that this is just how King writes dialogue for any adult character who isn’t Clark. XD

This is absolutely a personal preference but when Kara was like, “And my name IS Supergirl,” I was like nooooo. I know King is trying to simplify all of the conflicting origin stories and lore but I LIKE KARA DANVERS, SIR. XD

It’s almost assuredly a cash-grab/an attempt for DC to get all the money it can out of a book they don’t have much confidence in, but I like the cardstock covers! Very classy, much Strange Adventures.

(OH my gosh, can you imagine that issue 1 cover with spot gloss???? Basically the only way you could possibly improve on it.)

Okay NOW I’m done. For real. XD NEXT TIME: Kara and Ruthye go after Krem and the Brigands!

#supergirl: woman of tomorrow #long post #dc comics #supergirl: woman of tomorrow spoilers #kara zor el #comic thoughts #comic opinions #just occurred to me I should be crediting the creative team in these things #I think thus far I've included every title page?#still #will try to be better about that going forward

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mythical-fangirls · 3 years

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Sad-ist “Dawn of 16th” Animation thoughts (after I start talking about parallels, its more analysis at that point lol)

1. Love Phil’s design, the well-fitted turtle neck with a hardcore heart, the fact that his wings come and go depending on the scene, and the fact that one wing is damaged after the blast when protecting himself and Wilbur

2. Acknowledging the Fundy getting hit with a bottle while also giving an explanation as to why no one really reacted to it, because Fundy was wearing Netherite guys, why were we freaking so much

3. The Badlander’s Villain Speech making a brief appearance because despite not having much weight in the plot in the long run so far, it was still THAT powerful

4. Everyone in armour (except Wilbur, why are you like this) group shots

5. Tommy, Tubbo, Quackity, and Fundy being the ones to charge for Techno. The latter two having died during the Wither fight so it makes sense that they shared that frame together. Tommy and Tubbo had their own sorta moments with Techno

6. L’MANTREE AT THE END

7. Parallel shot of Techno, Tommy, and Tubbo descending down from the tower, it parallels the shot where Sapnap, Dream, and Punz blow up and descend from L’manburg’s walls in Dream SMP War. They’re even descending on opposing sides of the screen from each other. Pogtopia descending from the left, and the SMP descending from the right

8. Another parallel scene with the War animatic, but a bit less so. Tubbo fires a crossbow before Tommy switches into frame, slashing his sword at Dream. The War one is Tubbo switching into frame to protect Tommy, from Tommy the camera pans to Dream who fires his crossbow at Tommy

(At this point of typing I am actually looking between the two animatics to hunt down for parallels)

9. Previously mentioned Tubbo coming in to protect Tommy, the slash of Sapnap’s sword is paralleled by Tommy charging at Techno. Except, unlike Tommy who’s younger and less experienced of a fighter and thus needed his friend to watch his back. Techno doesn’t have a friend to watch his back and doesn’t need to since he’s the far superior combatant

10. Also that Tommy blade slash at Techno is a parallel in The Fall. When the scene where Tommy pearls in to slash at Techno after killing Tubbo being overlayed with Techno’s talk about the Pit

11. The eye of Eret’s that was still blacked out by his sunglasses is the same eye Wilbur was crying from

Parallel finding done for now

12. We’ve seen Dream’s face in several states now Mask to the side as he threatens the young nation of L’manburg. Mask to the side, calm and neutral as he watches the Elections. Mask cracked and half destroyed as he cackles about L’manburg’s destruction

Dream’s face as a mystery makes it harder to gauge how he feels, especially in the animatic form because it’s made for its body language and facial expression to be a big focus.

It’s strange that both times Dream consented to his face being shown, mask to the side, it was when he was, on some level, calm. His White Flag Speech was loud but it definitely was not shaky or faltering in anyway. While the cracked mask plus the manic cackle shows the insanity hidden behind, released without his control

If I’m still in the mood to do the analysis tomorrow, I’m going to add in somethings from the Duel Animation, since it pre-canon technically speaking

13. The fact that so much happened during that day that fitting it all in one animatic while also giving those scenes the love and care they deserve and Sad-ist picked some amazing scenes that most don’t even know it happened (like Big Q & Tubbo meeting up prior to Tommy & Wilbur logging in that day)

Straight up, I feel that Sad-ist definitely had other scenes they wanted to include but had to cut some out due to time (both on when they wanted to post the animation and time in the video itself)

Sad-ist is too powerful and an amazing artist, holy fuck yalls. But reminder not to pressure her into making another animatic over other recent events, okay?

#dream smp #sad-ist

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snkpolls · 3 years

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SnK Episode 65 Poll Results (for Anime Only Watchers)

The poll closed with 98 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Please note that these are the results for the Anime Only Watchers’ poll. If you wish to see the results for the Manga Readers’ poll, click here.

Anime only watchers, beware of spoilers if you venture over to the manga readers’ poll results.

RATE THE EPISODE 94 Responses

Although a bit muted compared to last week, the response to this episode was still overwhelmingly positive, with 96.8% of people giving it a rating of 3 and higher. MAPPA’s on a roll!

Amazing!!!!

i just wanna see more!! 20 minutes is not enough. its too good

Awesome episode! Great pacing and the cgi was not too noticeable.

WAAAAYYYYY TOO HYPE

WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING MOMENTS WAS YOUR FAVORITE? 93 Responses

Mikasa and Levi took the spotlight this week! 30.1% of viewers felt most hyped up by Mikasa’s “explosive” reintroduction to the anime, while 22.6% were stoked to see Levi take on Porco to save Eren. 18.3% were most hyped by the Survey Corps taking on the Jaw Titan and the subsequent cliffhanger.

THE CGI CONTINUES TO BE A POINT OF CONTENTION. BE HONEST, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE EXECUTION OF CGI SO FAR THIS SEASON? 93 Responses

Just under 50% of responses seemed to indicate that they thought MAPPA was doing very well with the CGI utilized. A little over 15% stated that although it was not their favorite, they understood that it could be a lot worse. Other responses (in order) were being neutral about the CGI, not liking it, but understanding the need for its usage and folks who adamantly rejected 3D animation.

I actually prefer CGI titans because of the way their movements looks, it looks almost slower, to me it fits very well with how the big titans are. Im not an anime guy at all so ive never seen cgi in other anime but i really like the way Mappa's CGI looks, it blends in very well. I dont like CGI people though, the shot with Jean throwing the marly soldier off the rooftop i didn't like very much.

I feel horrible saying this believe me... but I really vibed with the CGI up until this episode. I think maybe because it's the first time its been used on humans (OPM) rather then titans. I'm not massively put off though, I really apreciate the efforts this episode must have taken. TY Mappa

The episode is great no doubt, my only concern is the CG personally, as a 3D artist myself, I think I would prefer an all 2D medium like the battle at Stohess. Using 3D is fine as long as it blends seamlessly to the background, like kengan ashura, it's not perfect but bearable.

I honestly think that 2D will always 100% be better than cgi but I can understand why mappa is using cgi

It was fine in the other episodes, but in this episode, it looked overused and bit bad

HOW WAS EREN’S ROOFTOP SWAN DIVE? 94 Responses

When it came down to Eren’s swan rooftop dive (“Like a fallennn angel…”), the majority seemed to be impressed, with 68% giving it a score of 4 or higher. It was not a monolithic opinion however and many seemed also rated it poorly. Do better, Eren!

WHICH RETURNING CHARACTER’S ENTRANCE WAS YOUR FAVORITE IN THIS EPISODE? 94 Responses

The Survey Corps has returned! Of these reappearances, viewers most enjoyed Mikasa’s (48.9%), Levi’s (31.9%) and Sasha’s (14.9%) the most. Jean and Connie got a little less love, though we’re sure people were still happy to see them!

WHICH RETURNING CHARACTERS HAS THE BEST GLOW UP? 93 Responses

It would appear that the slight plurality sees Mikasa as having the best glow up out of the cast, followed by (in order) Eren, Sasha, Connie, Jean, Floch and Levi. The Old Captain doesn’t like to change up his style, we suppose.

Eren didn't have a glow up- he had a glow down.

Mikasa can stomp on me please god

OF ALL THE ORIGINAL CAST, WE STILL HAVE NOT SEEM ARMIN, HANGE OR HISTORIA YET. WHICH OF THE THREE ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO SEEING NEXT? 93 Responses

In relation to the previous question, we still haven’t seen 3 major members of the cast. Armin, Hange and Historia. When we asked which of the three you were most looking forward to seeing next, the slight majority (52.7%) expressed their excitement for seeing Armin again, followed by 11.8% wanting to see Hange most. Some others have also expressed their desire to see Historia again. 17.2% simply could not choose and 10.8% stated that they simply didn’t care about the 3 characters.

WHAT DID YOU THINK ABOUT THE WARHAMMER TITAN? 90 Responses

The Warhammer received an overwhelmingly positive response, with the majority expressing much excitement over both its design and powers. 15.6% noted that the design was a bit too creepy for their liking, but the powers were awesome. And on the flip side, 10% noted the Titan’s design was rather cool, in contrast to its rather OP ability. A select few did not enjoy either aspect.

Would probably enjoy it more if it belonged to someone that likely is not going to be just cannon fodder

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE NEW UNIFORMS? 92 Responses

The Survey Corps returned sporting new uniforms to much fanfare. 30.4% of respondents really enjoy the upgrade, finding the suits to be badass. 23.9% couldn’t find the words and just settled for pure hype. 20.7% enjoy the new uniforms just as much as they enjoy the classic uniforms. 12% felt it was a much needed upgrade, though 10.9% don’t care at all about the uniform change.

I like both but I prefer the old design

EREN SAYS TO MIKASA, “YOU GUYS ACTUALLY CAME.” THIS IS FOLLOWED UP BY MIKASA ASKING EREN TO COME HOME. DOES THIS INSINUATE THAT EREN WENT TO THE MAINLAND ON HIS OWN? 90 Responses

The circumstances of the Survey Corps’ presence on the mainland continues to be a mystery. When we asked about whether Eren was there alone or not a few episodes ago, the majority believed that he was either there alongside the Survey Corps or was sent there by them. Overall, the feelings seem to be the same (that Eren came alongside the Survey Corps). 45.6% think that Mikasa’s words may have some other meaning and that things are way too planned out to be coincidence. 18.9% believe that Eren did go rogue, while 15.6% think that Eren didn’t necessarily go rogue, but wasn’t working with them for a while either. The remaining 20% have already been spoiled on this particular plot point.

THE ATTACK ON LIBERIO SEEMS TO PARALLEL THE BREACH OF SHIGANSHINA. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS EVENT IN COMPARISON? 92 Responses

Now that both sides of the conflict have had their rude awakening, we asked how you guys felt about the two events comparatively. 33.7% feel that both attacks were tragic, but still feel more empathy toward the Eldians on Paradis than they do toward those who were raised on Marley. At a tie, 22.8% of respondents felt that the victims of the Liberio attack got what was coming with them, while another 22.8% felt about the same amount of sympathy for the victims on both sides. 10.9% feel this is way worse than what happened in Shiganshina and feel more sympathy for the victims in Liberio.

I am yet to know the goals behind this attack.

Marley did this countless times so I don’t feel bad for them. I kind of feel for eldians tho bc they are brainwashed from a young age to give up their lives for a country who doesn’t give a shit about them.

Honestly they deserve what Eren is doing to them. Excluding Falco, no one outside of Paradis has earned my sympathy, even with the additional context.

SADLY, UDO AND ZOFIA DID NOT SURVIVE THE ATTACK ON LIBERIO. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THEIR DEATHS? 91 Responses

Udo and Zofia have joined the ranks of characters who tagged along with the main cast for a while only to be killed off for character development. 25.3% anticipated at least one of them to die, but not both. Another tie on this poll, 24.2% stated that they were disappointed and was hoping to see more of them, while another 24.2% didn’t care about them at all. 14.3% are happy to ditch the focus on them in favor of more familiar characters, and 8.8% feel pure and utter devastation.

Good riddance Warrior scum

Sad but allows for Gabi’s development

sad but okay. death is common in this anime.

EREN AND FLOCH’S LAST INTERACTION IN S3 WAS A VERY TENSE ARGUMENT. NOW IT SEEMS FLOCH IS DEDICATED TO EREN’S CALL TO ACTION, SHIFTING THE “NECESSARY DEVIL” STATUS FROM ERWIN ONTO HIM. WHAT DO YOU THINK THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS LIKE NOW? 91 Responses

Eren and Floch were anything but BFF’s at the closing of season 3. Now Floch seems to be wholly devoted to Eren’s cause… What changed? 28.6% believe that nothing has actually changed in terms of their relationship, but that Floch simply just latched onto Eren’s fight in need of a new devil. 23.1% feel that they still aren’t friends, but are in more comfortable “ally” territory. 15.4% aren’t sure what to make of it. Smaller handfuls feel that they either grew to become friends and/or co-conspired to attack Liberio together. 22% are already spoiled on the details.

Floch is easily persuaded...and annoying 🤷‍♀️

WE SEE GABI GRAB THE GUARD’S FUN AFTER WITNESSING SASHA KILL HIM. WHAT DO YOU THINK MIGHT HAPPEN? 90 Responses

Gabi moves headstrong into the fight, wanting to play her part in defending her hometown. A large chunk of anime only viewers have been spoiled on future developments for her character. But for those still in the dark - 24.4% feel that she will successfully kill a member of the Survey Corps. 21.1% aren’t sure what to expect, while 10% think she will only manage to injure someone in the Survey Corps. Smaller amounts feel she won’t be successful in any capacity or may even die herself.

ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE EPISODE?

Epic episode, survey corps come back, OH YEAH, but I wished they didn’t use CGI on humans and bettered the CGI on Titans.

It really makes me sad how Eren is continuing the cycle of revenge by killing innocent Marleyan civilians, but it makes sense for his character.

Real cool ep but w h e r e a r m i n

It sucks that I like the warriors and the Corp bc both of them are victims in different way so seeing them have to go head to head sucks. They all deserve better

SO great I loved it! However, I missed Reiner, Falco, and Zeke. I hope they're okay :-) RIP Udo and Zofia :-(

I think I need more dialogue between the old crew to really settle back in with them. I kinda believe that Mappa's still trying to 'click', they obviously can't just get it right immediately. Other then that I loved the titan scenes, more than ODM scenes 😔

This was a great episode and I was literally vibrating in my seat from excitement! I think MAPPA is doing a great job with the animation and the music works really well with the action. Can’t wait for the rest of the season!

I miss wit studio

Willy seems to have his first daughter really early, he looks like 30 !

I’d say the episode as a whole is a solid 8-9/10, the cgi in some parts really ruins the moment for me

WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES? 88 Responses

Thanks again to everyone who participated!

#snk poll #snk polls #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #snk #aot #snk s4

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bijvoorbeeldja · 4 years

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You’re mine now.

fic request from mysteriousforests. Hope you like it! <3

Sander is obviously in love with Robbe and not even hide it. But he is very open and flirty person with anyone, all the time. And Robbe is too shy to realize what is happening , even having a deep crush on Sander. Many random meetings without the presence of their friends, who also do not notice anything special 💛💛💛

.................

Robbe was leaning against the bar, absentmindedly sipping a beer. But the liquid was just making his stomach turn. Or, more likely, it was what he was having to watch.

From across the club, he was watching Sander, the tall, tan-skinned artist from his school, dancing with a girl about his age. They were painfully close, hips touching as they swayed. Sander tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, making her look down, blushing.

Robbe groaned. He could not take this. Taking another sip, he forced himself to look away. He had been in love with Sander since the day he showed up at their school, a new kid with bleached blonde hair and a black leather jacket. But he wasn’t the only one. It seemed like everyone that Sander interacted with fell for him — whether they realized it or not. He was just that captivating.

Sander was flirty with everyone. That’s just the kind of person he was. Openly affectionate, it was like he prided himself on how deep of a blush he could elicit from whoever he was charming. With Robbe, he was particularly effective, making flames rise in his cheeks with a wink or a “You look good today, Robbe” whispered in his ear. It seemed like he always went a little farther with Robbe, placing a hand to the small of his back a beat longer than usual, or holding his gaze with intensity. But Robbe knew it was just how he was.

He wanted to be free from his allure. The longer the want grew inside of Robbe, the more painful it became. Especially now, watching him skin-to-skin with someone else.

So many times, he thought about grabbing the nearest guy he could find, pushing him against the wall and kissing him. He thought about flirting with the boys in his school that had expressed interest in him. He thought about giving in to Grindr one-night-stands, just so he could clear his head, get his mind off of Sander Driesen. But Robbe knew there was no point. No matter how he tried to distract himself, he knew he’d wake up the next day, hungover and heartbroken, wishing it was Sander was in his bed, not some easy placeholder.

Looking over at Sander again, he watched as he twirled the girl, who laughed.

Robbe had to get away. Abandoning his nearly-full bottle on the nearest counter, he turned to his friends.

“Hey, guys,” he said, trying to reach them over the noises of the club. “I’m going to take off.”

“You okay?” Jens asked, looking concerned.

Robbe nodded. “Yeah, just not feeling too hot. See you tomorrow?”

Jens nodded, giving him a pat on the back as he turned to leave.

Weaving through clusters and couples, Robbe longed for a deep, cool inhale of outside air. The air in the club was sticky and heavy, making Robbe feel like he was suffocating. The thoughts of the bleached-blonde boy didn’t help. Why was he so completely gone, so completely in love with a boy who obviously didn’t feel the same way about him? Sure, he flirted with Robbe. But he was that way with everyone. And from what he saw tonight, Robbe was just holding on to some ridiculous hope that would only break his heart. Nearly at the door, a voice reached him from behind.

“You’re going to leave without giving me a dance?” A deep voice, low and quiet whispered against his neck. Robbe turned, goosebumps lining his spine. Sander stood there, face flushed, eyes wide. He looked so good it made Robbe’s throat go dry. His stomach was flipping.

“Come,” Sander said with a wink, lacing his fingers with Robbe’s and pulling him gently through the crowd. Robbe wanted to resist, but Sander’s hands felt perfect on his, and selfishly, he didn’t want to let go. He wanted to revel in the attention Sander was giving him, even if it was just for a moment. Stupid Robbe, he scolded himself.

Once they reached the middle of the floor, Sander turned back to face Robbe, still gripping his hand tight. Pulling him close, Sander smiled, placing his other hand on Robbe’s waist.

“Mmmm,” he hummed, leaning into Robbe’s cheek. “You smell good, IJzermans.”

A shock coursed through Robbe’s veins, making him feel electrified and weak, all at the same time.

Sander swayed them gently, their bodies touching from chest to thigh. Robbe felt like Sander was siphoning all the air out of his lungs, making it almost impossible to breathe. Why did Sander hold such power over him?

He tried to level his breathing, calm his nerves. He tried to look Sander in the eyes. When he did, Sander’s eyes penetrated Robbe’s, making him melt again. Sander smiled, nearly blushing himself. He gently lifted a few fingers to Robbe’s neck, pulling him forward gently to set Robbe’s head against his chest. Robbe swallowed when he heard Sander’s heartbeat against his ear. It was hammering fast, too.

The two stayed like that until the song ended, too soon for Robbe. Sander didn’t pull away from Robbe just yet, letting their embrace linger. Finally, leaning back only slightly, he talked against Robbe’s forehead, his lips brushing there with the weight of a whisper.

“So when are you finally going to let me kiss you, IJzermans?” He whispered, the sound echoing through Robbe’s bones. Now, he was brushing a thumb down Robbe’s cheek, down to his jaw, finally settling gently on his collarbone.

“Stop it, Sander,” Robbe whined, no longer trying to mask the agony tugging at him. Pulling away, he looked head on at Sander, trying to hold his chin steady. “I know you realize what you’re doing to me. But you have to stop.”

Sander’s brow furrowed, letting his hand drop from where it was caressing Robbe’s neck, reaching for his hand instead.

“Robbe, I don’t—” he started, but Robbe yanked his hand from Sander’s grasp. Before he could stop himself, his voice was rising.

“I can’t do this anymore, Sander!” Robbe shouted, stepping back, eyes welling with tears. “I’m not going to be someone you just play around with. Stop pretending like you have real feelings for me. It’s killing me! It’s killing me.”

Wiping a hand across his eyes, smothering the tears that were threatening to fall, he turned away violently, leaving Sander staring crestfallen back at him.

……

That night, Robbe couldn’t sleep. He drifted shallowly in and out of dreams, all of them consumed with the silhouette of the tall, handsome boy who’d bewitched him. A storm had blown in around two a.m., pelting his window with rain and flashes of lightning. He spent the rest of the hours masked by dark, staring at his ceiling with tears spilling onto his pillow.

Why couldn’t he let Sander go? He had been so stupid. Forget about him! He commanded himself.

Then, his phone buzzed.

Sander: Can you open your window, please?

Robbe jolted out of bed, running to his window. Pushing the curtain aside, he saw a shadow. Standing out on the balcony outside his window, was Sander, drenched from head to toe.

Robbe gasped, quickly turning the lock and pulling the window open. He stepped back to let Sander climb through.

“Sander, what are you doing?” Robbe whisper-yelled, trying to avoid waking his roommates next door. “Did you climb up the fire escape?” He stood there, wiping hair from eyes, rainwater soaking the ground beneath him.

“I’m sorry,” Sander said, looking down. “I’m getting everything wet.”

“Hold on,” Robbe said, running on his tiptoes to the bathroom to get towels.

When he came back to his room, an armful of dry towels, he saw that Sander had stripped down to his underwear, ringing out the wet clothes through the open window.

Robbe gulped. There he was again, invading Robbe’s space, making him want him all over again. Yes, he was attracted to Sander. Of course he was. But now, he just felt angry.

Shoving the towels at Sander, he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You can get dry, Sander,” he began, voice firm. “But then you have to leave. You can’t do this.”

Running a towel through his hair, he stopped to look at Robbe.

“Robbe,” he said gently, “I’m sorry for barging in on you like this in the middle of the night and getting everything wet. I just had to—”

“You know what I’m talking about, Sander,” Robbe said, exasperated. “It’s not about the water. It’s about you. You’re always messing with me. Why are you doing this?” His voice was small now, weak with the effort of trying to resist.

Sander didn’t speak immediately, instead exhaling slowly, crossing the room to sit on Robbe’s bed. He looked down at his hands. Robbe watched in amazement. He had never seen Sander like this — nervous, anxious, at a loss for words. Treading carefully, Robbe sat down next to him on the bed, putting a safe space between them.

“Are you okay?” Robbe asked quietly, probing Sander to speak.

Wringing his hands, Sander spoke slowly.

“Robbe, I’m sorry,” he said, now turning to meet Robbe’s gaze. Even with dark circles around his eyes, he was still the most beautiful person Robbe had ever seen. He waited for him to continue, breathless.

“I know I’ve been messing with your head,” Sander admitted. “I know the way I act around you, around everyone. But I want you to know something,” he said, taking a moment to scoot closer to Robbe. Robbe tried to even his breathing.

“I don’t know how to be around you,” Sander said, his voice wavering. “I know that you just think I’m a flirt.” He took a big breath. “But with you, it’s different.” Robbe could tell he was holding back, refusing to touch Robbe, seeking intimacy without touch, as if he were making a point: listen to me. It’s the truth.

Robbe waited for him to continue, feeling nervous flips in his stomach.

“Robbe, I’ve been in love with you ever since that first day at school,” Sander said, the words crowding together in one rushed exhale. Robbe just blinked, like Sander was speaking a different language.

Sander looked off, lost in a thought that made him blush. “You let me borrow a pen in biology. And from that day on, I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” He looked at Robbe again, a gaze intense with energy.

“Your hair, your eyes, your skin,” Sander smiled, but leveled his voice, trying to continue on before he lost his nerve. He cleared his throat. “I tried to flirt with you, tried to get you to want me like I wanted you. It wasn’t until last night that I realized that I couldn’t do that with you. You deserve more. I was masking my feelings for you with overconfidence, and it was stupid. So I just had to come here to tell you….that I love you. I know you probably don’t believe me, but I do. I love you, Robbe IJzermans.” Gone was his bravado, his confidence, his smirking. He looked at Robbe, hopeful, vulnerable, beautiful. Was he dreaming?

“Well,” Robbe said in a near-whisper, scooting even closer to Sander on the bed, until their legs were touching. “I’m going to need you to prove that.”

“Prove...it?” Sander asked, looking down at Robbe, brows furrowed.

Carefully, Robbe climbed onto Sander’s lap, sliding his arms around his neck.

“Yes, prove it, Driesen,” Robbe whispered, leaning into Sander’s ear. “Kiss me.”

Pulling back to look him in the eyes, Sander eyes asked, Do you mean it?

Robbe smiled, nodding gently.

All of the sudden, Sander was grabbing Robbe’s waist and in one smooth motion, flipping him over onto the bed. Water dripped from Sander’s hair onto Robbe’s shirt, making him shiver. Sander felt his body shutter underneath him, so he leaned down, pressing into Robbe, making them both warm.

………..

Sander was across the room, holding a cup and laughing as he talked with a friend from his art classes. The two had come to a party at Jana’s, but if they were being honest, it felt like they were the only two in the room. Sander had gotten cornered by a friend and Robbe pushed him away, encouraging him to talk to his friends. But from across the room, he couldn’t go a few minutes without looking over at Robbe, his mouth pulling up in a wide smile. Robbe was in a circle with Jens, Aaron and Moyo, watching Sander with butterflies in his stomach. He was finally his.

Then his phone buzzed.

Sander: You’re gonna have to stop that

Robbe looked up at him, confused. But Sander was talking again, gesturing to his friend.

Doing what? Robbe responded.

He waited as Sander stopped, reading the message and smiling at his screen. He typed, biting his lip. Robbe waited. Then:

Sander: Looking so hot. It’s driving me insane

Robbe blushing, trying to bite back a smile. He texted back.

And what if I don’t?

Sander looked up, smiling wickedly at Robbe.

Robbe watched him mutter a quick goodbye to his friend, then hastily make his way through the crowd to him. Grabbing his hand, he drug him through the party, searching the hallway for an empty room.

“You’re mine, now, IJzermans,” he said, kissing him hard now, pushing him through a door, and slamming it behind him.

#wtfock #wtfock fanfic #wtfock fic #sobbe #robbe x sander

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lest-we-be-liars · 4 years

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My Family Can't Even With My Dramatic Ass: SPN 15x09

Y'all...that was...that was so much. Let me tell you. I was making noises through that episode that I didn't even know I could make. My children were concerned for my well being. My mother in law over heard me while she was on the phone with my husband and asked if I was hurt (answer: emotionally, yes) and who the hell Chuck was and why he was a sick SOB. I was on my knees at one point. From beginning to end, it had my heart racing. I'm just....

The acting:

Shoshannah

I felt her pain when she had to cut Sam! I felt that!!! I felt her regret! I felt her disdain towards chuck. I felt her conflict of not knowing what was real!

Jared

You beautiful beast, you. Every moment of realization and revelation was CLEAR AS DAY. This man had an emotional rollercoaster throughout this episode. Hope, pain, regret, defiance, loss, indecision....and even when he was tied to a chair it SHOWED! His facial expressions were on point! I live! Glorious as always, my dude!

Rob

Can we please talk about how this man has, probably, the hardest, most controversial job in network television right now. He has to make you hate God. GOD! And he is killing it! Like, he is such a quirky loveable person, but I want his character to burn. That's skill. I feel so uncomfortable when chuck is on screen. I feel so uneasy, like that " walking alone at night in a bad neighborhood" feeling. Just *chef kiss* bravo.

Misha

I know a lot of people don't like him. A lot of people rag on his acting saying 'Castiel only has like 3 emotions/faces'. But when you look at the actor vs the character...Misha is a very expressive person. He is energetic and dramatic and high pitched and his face is always expressive and pretty much he is the opposite of Castiel. Setting aside the fact that he's played like 8 different characters on the show and you can tell which one by facial expressions alone, the fact that this man has been playing a character that is so opposite of who he really is for so long and still keeps people intrigued speaks volumes about his skill. He was wonderful as always in this episode and that is my opinion and I'm sorry you can't change my mind.

Jensen

Give this man ALL of the awards! This whole damn season! Just *incoherent fangirl screeching* From his concern for Sam, to his panic, the TEARS, the confidence with Chuck, his pain over losing Cas, the resignation....I felt uncomfortable. I felt uncomfortable because I felt like I was watching a real human being go through all of that. He made me feel like I was watching someone's actual life unfold. You, Jensen, are an artist! Like hot holy damn! I'm basically just still sitting in awe over it. I cant even...jut... flrubergurbermlehlefleh!

The Writing:

Phenomenal. Nuff said.

The episode itself:

Sam, Chuck, and Eileen

I can't handle the pain. When chuck had Eileen cut Sam....nope, no, uh uh, not okay. I was cussing out a fictional character. Out loud. People heard me. Big mad.

Chuck manipulating the Sam/Eileen relationship? I have some not so positive feelings about this. Like, the man has suffered enough. Let hi. Have something good for once without sticking your dirty little fingers in it.

Chuck physically torturing Sam and expecting it to break him? Ha! Dude has had his foot bruleed! One scalpel ain't gonna cut it. Why is he still defiant. Because he's Sam f***ing Winchester.

That first future clip hurt. I like Claire.

That second one made me panic. All I could think was "why is Cas gone?"

The third one though....Sam packing up to head out and Dean coming in defeated. I have so many thoughts and feelings. This is the point I was on my knees. Because Sam was trying to keep the faith. Present Sam was convinced Chuck was showing him lies, because Dean was giving up. But the part that is haunting me, aside from the fact that we learn, Donna, the girls, Eileen and pretty much everyone except Jody and Bobby are gone, is one single pronoun. I. Dean didn't say "we had to bury Cas". He said "I". Where was Sam when all this happened? Why was Dean the one who had to bury him? Alone! Cas is Sam's friend too.How Fucking strong and Terrifying was Cas with the mark that a damn Ma'lek box was the only solution?! Also angel knight of hell demon wtf flerbergerber...IWANTTOKNOWWHATHAPPENDANDHOWALLTHATWENTDOWNOMFC!!!!!

Chucks whole "oh, oh no Dean, don't go out that door...." bs made me rage

Vamp!bros? That's the end? Really?! REALLY?!

The monster taking over the world if chuck is gone? Idk....I don't know if I believe that. Sam might. I don't.

Sam losing his hope...hurt.

Sam losing Eileen because she doesn't know what is real...hurt.

Chuck having his powers back...hurt.

This while storyline just fucking hurt.

Cas and Dean

Cas telling Dean to stop being stupid?! I'm sorry what?! Like, my reaction was similar to Dean's. Like just...well okay then. Go off!

Cas calling the shots about staying together? Go off!!

Nonverbal communication had to happen considering they both know they were being followed but the leviathan didn't know they knew

And it just proves that, even when they're fighting they are still in sync.

Benny!!!😭😭😭

"I left, but you didn't stop me." Kill me.

Cas getting trapped and Dean getting knocked out. Ugh.

That PRAYER!!!!!

Dean apologized?! What?! WHAT?!

Dean acknowledged his anger issues?!

"You're MY best friend." "Of course I forgive you." *hyperventilating*

My guy fell to his knees!

That is WAY more than a single man tear! That was sobbing. There was snot! He was begging. My GOD!

The reunion. That hug. Cas lead the leviathan away from Dean to keep him safe, AGAIN! "I heard your prayer." BFFL STATUS ACHIEVED!

Watching Cas agree to take on the mark made me nervous

They're nonverbal communication coming in again, storming the casino.

Dean decking Chuck made me chuckle. I didn't like chuck returning the favor. Dean's speech to chuck after finding out about the memories. "Not this Sam. Not this Dean."

Dean didn't blow up at Sam. He has acknowledged his anger and is working on it. THAT'S CHARACTER GROWTH MY FRIENDS!

Finishing each others sandwiches 😊

TFW IS BACK BABY!

Billie and Jack

Jack!!!!!!!

Wtf is it time for?!?!?!?!

Just a wonderful painful/relieving episode. 9.6/10. I have no idea where this is going....and I LOVE it!

#supernatural season 15 #supernatural #tfw #season 15 spoilers #castiel #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn chuck #eileen leahy #sam needs a hug #the prayer #spn 15x09 #i still have a lot of questions #this episode #this ep was amazing #spoliers #review

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tessatechaitea · 4 years

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Cerebus #3

Time for some good chafing gags!

I love Cerebus. Once I began buying the monthly issues, I stuck with it until Issue #300, no matter how bored I had become with Cerebus's explication of Genesis. I stuck with it because it had entertained me so much and because I loved the idea of a comic book series with a character who grows and changes and eventually dies as an old, decrepit, huge delusional mess. Or was he delusional? Yeah, I think he was. By the end, I think we're supposed to realize Rick was the protagonist? Whoops! I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm still in the issues where I don't have to think too hard about anything and can just sit back and laugh at jokes about chain mail bikinis and a woman who will only fuck somebody who overpowers her physically! What I meant to say before I interrupted myself like usual, I kept with the series because I loved so much of it. Not all of it, of course. Who could love all of it?! Dave Sim was writing things that kept himself interested and wasn't too worried about, say, keeping the audience that loved Church & State while writing Melmoth, or expecting people who loved Guys to be enthusiastic about Coming Home. I appreciated this comic book so much that it's the only reason that I kept purchasing monthly comic books as I entered my thirties. I had gotten to the point where my brain was having too much trouble remembering all the different comic book story lines with a full month long gaps between each twenty-four page bit of story. So at some point just past the year 2000, I decided I'd stop reading monthly comics altogether after March 2004, the final issue of Cerebus. After that, I kept up with Fables and Walking Dead via collected editions. But I was done reading monthlies (until The New 52 somehow dragged me back in to do that blog project!). So yeah. I was (and still am!) a huge Cerebus fan. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to be critical of the series and the writer. Dave Sim makes a lot of mistakes and I'm going to have a lot of fun pointing them out! You might not think they're mistakes but I ask that you hold your comments until the end (you know, my review of Issue #300!) because why would I want to argue on the Internet with other huge comic book nerds? We're the worst! One person I'll never criticize because I don't think they ever do anything wrong: Gerhard! That fucking work horse nails it throughout the entire series! Nothing much to say about Deni's "A Note from the Publisher" since all she says is how she has nothing to say. I was hoping she'd admit to rubbing one out over one of Dave's finished Red Sophia pages but my horrible male nerd projections about how women act once more didn't come to fruition. How is it everything I learned about women from female comic book characters turned out to be so wrong?! I refuse to believe it's because most of them were written by men. Men are so rational and logical! They wouldn't have steered me wrong!

I should probably do a little research on Frank Thorne.

Frank Thorne was best known for his work on Marvel's Red Sonja. Yes, I lifted that directly from Wikipedia. But I typed it myself! Another thing I learned from Wikipedia (I'd do more research than just Wikipedia but I don't want to wind up on YouTube where I'll not only learn about Frank Thorne's artistic history but also that the American Democratic party runs a pedophile sex traffic ring and also something about cannibals? I mean, it sounds like something I'd like to believe!) is that Thorne wrote a book called How to Draw Sexy Women. So, you know, he's probably one of my heroes? Frank Thorne is currently 90 years old and he might have the most adorable picture of anybody on Wikipedia.

I want to be best friends with him right now. Six year old me would have been over the moon in love with him (I had a Grandfather Fixation when I was really young that probably had nothing to do with my father leaving when I was two).

This issue not only introduces Red Sophia but also the wizard Henrot. That's an anagram of "Thorne"! Red Sophia is an anagram for "Hi! Do Rapes." I don't agree with that at all. I'm just the anagram messenger. I'm also not suggesting that Dave Sim knew what he was doing anagrammatically! I mean with the Red Sophia anagram. He definitely meant the Henrot/Thorne one! Cerebus has returned to civilization but now needs some quick cash because one thing Cerebus always needs is quick cash. He's only wealthy a few times and those times don't usually last long. He goes to see Henrot (who allegedly gets his power from two of the five Spheres of the Gods! So now we kind of know more about those things even if it is just a rumor) to question him about any paying mercenary gigs.

You might think the missing word in Henrot's dialogue was a mistake by Dave Sim but later we'll probably learn in, I don't know, Issue #143 that Henrot's first language is Borelean to account for this seeming error.

Cerebus doesn't usually take assassination or torture jobs because he finds them distasteful but he needs the money. Sure, he'll take any job that has him killing people in battle or invading private wizard's towers to murder the owner and steal the owner's stuff. But assassination and torture? So wrong! Once Cerebus takes the job, he learns that he was to take Henrot's daughter, Red Sophia, along with him. The target besmirched her honor so she needs to watch him die slowly and painfully. Is this where the MeToo hashtag goes?

Red Sophia drawing tutorial: Draw some big tits, some big lips, and a big mass of hair. Connect them with some kind of woman shaped lines. Ta-da!

Red Sophia chatters incessantly and dances around while Cerebus carries all of the gear. It's funny because female characters get to represent all women instead of being a unique character! Ha ha! Women really do talk a lot, right? And they're always all, "Carry my purse for me!" And guys are all like, "Stifle your emotions like a normal person! Carry your own purse! Stop dancing around whimsically and try to act tough and cool like regular people do! Play some sports already! Take care of me like you were my replacement mother!" In the "A Note from the Publisher," Deni wrote that since the first issue (remember the first issue? So many issues ago!), Dave had wanted to write a story where Cerebus interacts with a female. She doesn't say Dave wanted to write a female character. He just wanted Cerebus to interact with a female. So I guess that's what this is! Cerebus interacts with a female stereotype who is also a sex fantasy. Not because she's hot but because she constantly tries to fuck Cerebus throughout their adventure! What sword and sorcery reading nerd didn't dream of that three or four times a day in a dark room? I'm being harsh on Sim because it's more fun than lavishing praise on him. You can tell Sim realizes the inherent problems with Red Sonja because that's the bulk of his parody. The problem isn't Dave's take on the character; the real problem is simply the character Red Sonja! In 1978, Sim was already commenting on the ridiculous armor artists draw on women (there will be chafing jokes!)! And in this story, Dave Sim expresses how ridiculous it was to create a female character who was raped and then given great fighting skills by some Goddess with the catch that she can never fuck a man unless he beats her in fair combat. Just looking at it from a guy's point of view, I'd probably be all, "You know what? I don't want those powers. Could you maybe just strike down the asshole who raped me and let me not have to attempt to beat up every woman I'm attracted to?" Is that enough hot takes on Red Sophia? Cause I want to get to the part of this review where I can admit that I fucking love her so much. Later Cerebus meets Elrod who is really just Foghorn Leghorn. I'm pretty sure Red Sophia was less Red Sonja than Pepé Le Pew. I know, I know! There are probably some sensitive reasons why I'm not supposed to like Pepé too! But he was my mother's favorite Looney Tunes character! Anyway, I can't blame Dave Sim for making his first female character about 75% stereotypes of women. He's still a young writer! You've got to give him about another 183 issues to really clarify his stance on the interactions between genders! I'm sure it'll be more layered, nuanced, and rational.

Cerebus might be an Earth Pig but he's not a chauvinist pig. He doesn't take sexual advantage of Red Sophia here; he just makes her carry all the gear. It's a good joke that I'm ruining by explaining it instead of scanning in the punchline!

Just for comparison, let's take a look at a modern interpretation of Red Sonja by Ed Benes. I bet just that artist's name alone gives male comic book nerds a chubby. Not a full on hard on though. Those are probably reserved for hearing the name "Frank Cho."

What do they teach in art school? Women can turn 180 degrees at the waist? Not that I'm complaining! Dark room, here I come!

Oh shit. I forgot I was reading this comic book! Okay, um, so Red Sophia attacks Cerebus for besmirching her honor. Or Cerebus attacks Red Sophia for knocking him into a bush with her ass. Maybe it's a little bit of both. Anyway, Cerebus defeats her so Red Sophia begins throwing her ample bosom at Cerebus every chance she gets. Cerebus is not interested for some reason. Maybe it's because he stuck a sword in his vagina when he was younger? That happened, right? Or was that a flashback about him having his period? Now that I'm thinking about it...what the fuck is this comic book? I think maybe I hallucinated some of it! Cerebus isn't a fucking slut, man! He doesn't just fuck any hot woman whom he defeats in battle! He needs to fall in love and/or get completely wrecked on Peach Schnapps. So he has no interest in Red Sophia. I suppose a woman trying to kill you is a bit of a turn off. And then later, when she gets you into a fight with Thugg the Unseemly, it's less of an aphrodisiac than you might think.

I think Borelean might be Red Sophia's first language as well. I mean, she is Henrot's daughter.

The Letterer part of Dave Sim has already fucked up twice this issue. I bet he was too busy having his sword and sorcery fantasies in a dark room to pay close attention to the script. This is probably why Dave Sim eventually gave up masturbation. Later, Red Sophia feeds Cerebus granola and it totally cracks Dave Sim up. He said so in the Swords of Cerebus essay! Didn't you read it? I, for one, prefer the joke on the following page about Cerebus being a cannibal. Or an aardvark who eats human meat, anyway. I think that's close enough to cannibalism. We learn later that aardvarks can have offspring with humans so I feel like the aardvarks in this book are less sentient funny talking animals and more severely deformed human beings.

Red Sophia's tent. If this we were well into Mothers & Daughters when this tent made an appearance, I'd think Dave purposefully drew it this way. Since we're only on Issue #3, I think he was just feeling horny when he drew it.

If at any time during this review I've referred to Red Sophia as Red Sonja, just remember that English is my second language. I'm Borelean. I apologize to Dave Sim for earlier suggesting that Red Sophia was simply a bunch of female stereotypes mashed together into a character. As I said, I love her. I figured I probably started loving her after she makes several more appearances but I'm pretty sure this is the page where I knew needed more Red Sophia in my life.

How can you not be completely charmed by the "I'm pretty good at hand-holding" line?

This is a good reminder that I shouldn't be judging early Dave Sim by Issue #186 Dave Sim and beyond. He should always get the benefit of the doubt and, even after #186, he should retain it. I need to be reading the material both with fresh eyes as if reading it for the first time and with the knowledge of the whole in an attempt to understand it better. This scene is just so fucking charming that I hate that it might be ruined for many people based on their "knowledge" of Dave Sim. I put knowledge in quotes because, really, how many people who think of Dave as a misogynist have actually read Cerebus or Tangent? How many have just heard they're supposed to despise him because he's been called a misogynist? I mean, sure, you just have to read a bunch of his Biblical explications to understand you're dealing with something other than neurotypical! But it'd be nice if more people came to their Dave Sim conclusions themselves instead of just jumping on the bandwagon. I'm not saying people who think he's a misogynist aren't automatically wrong! Dave thinks they are but come on. He eventually gives out a lot of slack with which to make quite a few nooses to hang himself with. Um, okay, back to not judging Cerebus based on future Dave's rants about the Marxist/feminist/homosexual axis! Cerebus and Sophia finally reach the target where Cerebus discovers that the target, Tanes Feras, loves Sophia. And just like that, he figures out how to get rid of Sophia while also torturing Feras (possibly to death? Time will tell!). He commands Sophia to marry Feras because she must do whatever he asks. Sure, she thought it would involved his super long tongue and her metal-chafed butthole. But that's the great thing about love! It doesn't care what you want. Henrot seems to accept this conclusion for now. He'll definitely be back later. And so will Red Sophia. I can't wait!

The map of Cerebus's world by Deni's brother, Clovis. He ran out of ideas when he got to "Ocean Sea."

I'll have to remember to keep referring back to this map throughout the series. Although I'll probably only need it for the first twenty-five issues. And then maybe after Mothers & Daughters. Nothing noteworthy in Aardvark Comment this month. Just some Canadians saying things like, "Glad to see a Canadian comic book from Canada about Canada!" Which is confusing because I didn't realize how much of Cerebus was representative of Canada. I've really got to rethink my Canadian stereotypes. Now I'll be sure to picture Canadians as 50% Cerebus and 50% Joey Jeremiah. Cerebus #3 Rating: B+. Sim's art remains a bit more on the amateurish side than the professional side. But that's to be expected. Already you can see improvements in the consistency of Cerebus's look and I think maybe his snout is already getting shorter and girthier. This was the first issue where he drew a woman so I can't fault him for drawing a blow-up doll in a chain mail bikini. Why would I? I'd never fault anybody for drawing a blow-up doll in a chain mail bikini! I also just thought up a new category to search on eBay. This issue begins to show where Sim really excels: his characters. The first two issues basically highlight Cerebus dealing with a few generic characters. But Red Sophia (and Henrot to a lesser extent) captures the spotlight this issue. Ignoring some of the shallow aspects of her character creation (if you even believe those exists. Don't take my super-professional critical opinion on it!), she's really rather charming and a competent foil for the Earth Pig. Just knowing that she's the tip of the iceberg in the gallery of recurring characters excites me more than those fantasies I keep having in my dark room.

#Cerebus #Dave Sim

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Hurricane (The World (Stops))

Here’s my piece for @bnhaflashbang! You can also read it on AO3, under my name, tr_ash_tin :)

SUMMARY: Izuku gets hurt, his self-esteem is in the gutter, and Shouto is there to help. What’s new? Maybe it’s that the whole world is watching. Maybe it’s because it’s worse than they ever thought. RATING: Teen and Up Audiences SHIP: Tododeku WARNINGS: Major Character injury, mental breakdowns.

My artist for this is @viraseii! Thank you for all your hard work!!! <3

Hero News Live! @RealHeroNews Pro Hero Deku (@ProDekuPHA) Maimed?!?! Read more on our website!

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Broccoli @breakyourarmsbroccoliman @RealHeroNews Woah WHAT??? Is he okay? you know ;) @icythot @RealHeroNews @breakyourarmsbroccoliman He’s fine, or he will be when I get my hands on him Broccoli @breakyourarmsbroccoliman @RealHeroNews @icythot ??? Cryptic but go off i guess

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Uravity @uravit.y I hope you feel better soon, Deku! <3

Ingenium II @ing.official I heard @ProDekuPHA was injured in the Kakegawa Incident. We await your return!

Ground Zero @kingofexplodokillsYA Get better, @ProDekuPHA, before I have to beat your ass in.

you know ;) @icythot @kingofexplodokillsYA @ProDekuPHA That isn’t really Plus Ultra of you :(

Ground Zero @kingofexplodokillsYA @icythot @ProDekuPHA Shut up, I’ll kill you.

Red Riot! @riottingredYA @kingofexplodokillsYA @icythot @ProDekuPHA Be nice, now!

Izuku winced as the light entered his retinas, aching as his consciousness returned to him. His head pounded and his body was sore, especially around his arms. Although, to be fair, his arms tended to hurt, near all the time, so whatever.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Izuku.” He heard from beside him and turned his head despite its soreness. In the chair beside the bed sat his fianceé, Todoroki Shouto. Hidden worry was etched into his features, and his left hand was in Izuku’s right. Izuku smiled awkwardly.

“What’s up?”

“My blood pressure, because of you,” Shouto sighed, with a small, relieved grin on his face.

Suddenly, Shouto was swept away by a flurry of doctors and nurses checking his vitals. Izuku finally was able to more closely examine the shape he was in. Frankly, it wasn’t the worst state he had ever been in, but his left arm was in a cast, and the staff shined lights into his eyes, so he could only assume he had some sort of concussion, which aligned with the searing headache. Finally, the nurses fled and only one doctor was left.

The doctor sighed disapprovingly. “All you hero types are the same,” he sighed as he began to read off a chart to further prove his point. “You managed to give yourself a concussion and fracture your left arm in three different places.” Izuku winced but attempted to immediately hide his pain. Izuku, however, was not the one in the relationship with that talent.

“Your concussion should go away, but the prognosis of your arm...” Izuku waited with bated breath for the doctor to continue. “On its own, it wouldn’t have been bad, however, with your past breaks,” Izuku looked down to his left arm.

“Midoriya-kun, can you move your arm?”

dekiru-deku

*blows kiss to hospital* for deku

tagged: #okay but seriously #that fight looked sort of bad? #hope he’s alright #pro hero deku #midoriya izuku

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pure bean… too good for this world……

allrightall-might

okay but WHY did this fool decide to punch a whole ass statue ??? like what was he expecting?

whatisthistomfoolery

HE’S TRYING HIS BEST SWEETIE…. i mean fr i guess that he was trying to stop that guy from hurting anyone else? i mean there was no back up

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He’s been in this business for what now? 10 years? He’s gonna be fine.

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Izuku was released later that day, with the promise he’d return next week for a checkup. The doctor and he found that the damage was not as extensive as they thought, though Izuku couldn’t move his last three digits in that hand and there was little locomotion to his index finger and thumb. He sat in silence beside Shouto as they rode the train back to their apartment.

Izuku continued to stare at his hand, moving it ever so slightly. It burned with pain since Recovery Lady had long since retired, and the healing quirk users in the hospital would have further damaged his tendons. So, it was unhealed, and Izuku wondered if he had ever been this hurt since before high school.

Great, Izuku thought as he stepped off the train, Just one more way to be useless . Even now, he still had to rely on others to help him just to be good enough. He doubted Toshinori would be happy when he heard about this. By now, he surely thought he was mistaken in his choice to pass down his power to Izuku, with how he broke himself so often. And neglected to rescue others. And, oh god, what was Mom going to think? How was he-

“Izuku,” He snapped out of his reverie to the calming darkness of their apartment, and the uneven temperature of the hands on his face. They had apparently made it home without Izuku even noticing. Shouto had reached up slightly to reach Izuku’s face, being a few centimeters shorter at this point. Shouto continued on, not letting go of his face. “What’s going on in that brain of yours?” He asked gently, allowing Izuku to back away if he wanted.

Izuku did just that. Shouto didn’t chase him. “I… I just,” Izuku tried to swallow any tears away. Shouto looked on patiently, his face stoned in a caring, yet nonchalant expression, waiting for him to continue. Izuku just raised his left hand. “I really fucked up this time,” he mumbled.

Shouto simply grabbed onto his hand. “I already knew that,” he said, urging him to continue. Izuku swallowed again.

“I just,” And here comes the waterworks, just great, Izuku. “Mom’s going to be so mad, and, and when Toshinori-san finds out, he’s going to be disappointed, he’s going to regret that he gave his power to s-such, su-such a us-useless child, an-”

“Izu,” Shouto put their heads together for a brief moment before hugging him. Shouto wasn’t the greatest at hugs, but to Izuku, it was perfect. At least for now. Izuku sobbed into his arms, letting out his pent up emotions, his fear, his worry. Eventually, the wracking sobs left him, and they stood in silence. Izuku heard mumbling in his ear, and he cleared his throat.

“What w-was that?” Izuku’s voice cracked. Shouto decided to lead them to the couch and sat them down before speaking again.

“Yagi-san,” The dual colored man paused to search for his words, “He and I, we may not get… along sometimes,” And Izuku couldn’t blame him, Shouto was raised to oppose him, “But I know he could never be disappointed in you, not for this,” Shouto rubbed his hand. He slowly got quieter as he continued. “I know he doesn’t regret giving you One for All.”. Izuku bit his lip, and the tears came anew. Shouto looked panicked for a second, unsure what to do. “S-Should I not have said that?”

Izuku let out a tearful laugh, which only panicked Shouto more. Izuku never expected to be able to tell Shouto about One for All, much less Shouto actually believe him, but he remembered their third year of UA when Todoroki became Shouto, a friend became a boyfriend. When Izuku told Shouto, he had merely shrugged, and said something like, “Well, I guess that makes more sense than thinking he was your father or something.” Instead of ending the night in fear that Shouto would hate him, they ended it with ice cream. It was nice.

Izuku held onto Shouto for a moment, hugging him. Shouto looked frozen in his tracks. Izuku wiped his tears away after letting go. Izuku gave him a light peck. “How do you know just what to say, huh?”

Shouto gave a small smile. “I guess I just do.”

Pro Hero Deku Takes a Temporary Leave of Absence.

Deku(CN: Midoriya Izuku, no. 2 Hero) has publicly announced he plans to take a year of leave from active duty to prepare for his and Polarize(CN: Todoroki Shouto, no. 5 hero)’s wedding. He has stated he plans to continue civil work in Polarize Hero Agency, where he works alongside his fianceé...

“Is it really good to lie like that?” Izuku mumbled, signing off of Twitter to avoid rampant backlash. They walked down the road, keeping their heads down as they walked away from the outpatient wing of the hospital back to their conjoined agency. Shouto shrugged, continuing to hold his hand.

“I mean, it isn’t a lie, just omitting information,” Shouto grinned wolfishly at him, “It’s not like we haven’t been trying to get married for three years now, ” Izuku spluttered, before hitting him gently.

“It’s not like I plan to get busy!” Izuku smiled. “And if you don’t stop stalking my social media, you’re going to get found out, icythot. ” Shouto looked on faux-innocently, with a slight smirk.

“I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about.”

Izuku already knew it was going to be a long year.

#shut up ash #bnha flash bang #pro hero #pro hero au #major character injury #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #shouto todoroki #todoroki shouto #the trash bin #writing #writers #AO3 #fan fiction #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #bnha

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Bothering To Look 2

Finally answered @camellianswer’s submission! Hope you enjoy it!

Of course, what that weirdo needed and what he actually got were two different things entirely.

Upa was rudely reminded of this fact when he woke up in an infirmary bed with Samon-San glaring down at him, holding Upa’s hat.

His entire body ached in a way it hadn’t since the pig’s gang was busted up. He felt like he’d gone through ten of Enki’s brutal training regimens in a row, and then had several chi draining talismans slapped onto him.

“If you ever pull a stunt like that again,” His supervisor informed him. “You’ll be reorganizing all the warehouses in every Building I can get permission from for the remainder of your imprisonment. And you’ll have American food for every meal.”

Upa pulled a face. “But it’s greasy.”

Samon-san shook his head and, worryingly, let out a strained and slightly helpless laugh. “Tough. That’s what you get for removing your talisman without permission, you little shit.”

Removing the talisman?

What was Samon-san talking about?

He tried to sit up. Why were there so many plastic wires attached to him?

Oh god, there was even a pair up his nose.

“Hey, hey, don’t pull that out!” Samon-san’s hands were oddly gentle as they caught his wrists, “That’s your oxygen feed, you need that to breathe, 58.”

Upa scowled as his supervisor pushed his hands down. “I can breathe just fine on my own.”

He wasn’t sulking. He wasn’t.

Samon-san’s expression changed. If he didn’t know better, he’d say his supervisor looked...lost. Like he used to whenever his brother was brought up. “You— you couldn’t, for a while there. You drained so much of your chi that for a while there, the doc wasn’t sure if you wouldn’t just— just shut down. Your organs were struggling to bear the burden of so much power being used all at once.”

“Well, that’s because some of them came from trash.” Upa muttered, studiously staring ahead. It was a meditational method. Detaching his mind from his body, which was not trembling as though it was a leaf in a gale. Not at all. Breathing in deeply was merely to aid in the meditation, and had nothing to do with his suddenly racing heart.

He. Was. Fine.

“...How much do you remember?” Samon-san was speaking in a soft and cautious voice, which Upa hated, just a little bit. His supervisor didn’t do cautious. He was a rallying force, charging straight ahead, reckless and impetuously kind because that was all he knew how to be. No artifice, no lying, no sugarcoating.

Upa furrowed his brow. Before he ended up in this bed, with these wires and the weirdly cautious Samon-san, he was—

His breath caught in his throat.

“Nana.” Writhing on the ground, head bleeding from where he’d hit the edge of the table when he went down like a pile of bricks, nails ripping deep desperate trails of red in his sternum and throat, eyes rolling back, gasping, choking, dying—

“58? 58! Upa!”

He was snapped back into reality, his breathing unaccountably ragged.

Samon-san had a firm grip on his shoulders. “Nana’s alive. She’s fine. You saved her. There’s nothing to worry about.”

Upa felt his uneven pants slowly begin to calm as his supervisor’s words sank in. Nana—Nana was okay. Nana was—

Wait.

“She?”

His supervisor finally cracked a smile at the sheer incredulity in his charge’s voice. “I forgot you were asleep for that part. Kiji was loud enough to wake the dead. His inmates kinda lost it as well.” He leaned in and added in a conspiratorial tone, “I think even the Warden was losing it a little bit.”

What—

But that’s—

How—

Nana always locked himself in the bathroom stalls when changing on the days Buildings 3 and 5 had exercise together, the one place where no cameras were allowed to look.

He always got mad at his perverted cellmates whenever they went on and on about women’s underwear.

He always liked the characters in Nico’s games and anime who were hiding their true identities, particularly those who were masquerading as the opposite sex.

He always refused to see any doctors and hid when Kagu-8 was around.

“Holy shit.”

Samon-san began laughing. Hysterically. Which was highly rude of him, no matter how welcome the sound was, because surely no one had laughed at Samon-san when he’d figured it out.

“SHIIIIIISHOOOOOOUUUU!!!”

A shadow fell over him.

Then its owner landed with all the force his bony frame could muster, which was surprisingly a lot considering how skinny he was. It was enough to drive all the air from his lungs, leaving him hacking as his assailant wrapped him in an octopus-like hug and continued blubbering incoherently.

“Ithoughtyouwerenevergonnawakeupeverevereveran’Iwouldbeallalonean’youwouldnevermoveagainandIwassososososcaredbecauseIreallyreallymissedyouandNanawantedtosaygoodbyebutyouwouldn’twakeupan’thenIheardthemonkeylaughingan’youwereawakeImissed—”

“25, get off of him!” Samon-san howled, tugging at the infectee’s clothes.

“NO!” Nico tightened his grip beyond what Upa thought was possible, squishing the last of the air left out of his body.

This was it. He’d survived Hachiman, Enki, and even the backlash of his own chi. But it was going to be his wannabe disciple who killed him.

“Nico, he can’t breathe!” Came a voice that sounded like the useless lockpick’s.

“You’re choking him!” That one sounded like Liang’s.

“Ah!” Blessed air filled his lungs again as the bear hug finally loosened, and Nico allowed himself to be hauled off of the bed. “Sorry Shishou! I’m really sorry!”

Upa wheezed, and settled for glaring at him. “Yo-you will be.”

Of course, that just made the otaku giggle and beam. “I’m really glad you woke up, Shishou!”

“Ah geez,” The worthless scumbag appeared from behind the white divided curtain. “You kids nowadays have too much energy. Even Liang couldn’t catch him once he realized you were awake.”

His eyes softened. “How’re you feeling? I could whip up some painkillers if it hurts.”

“No, you can’t 71! You’re still restricted from producing pharmaceuticals! And how the hell did you guys even get in here anyway?! The door was locked!” The supervisor yelled.

“Hello.” Said the slow-footed lockpick.

Samon-san turned purple.

Liang crept closer while their supervisor was yelling at the Building 13 inmates. “I watered your cactus. The trash hasn’t extracted anything from it yet.”

“Thank you.” A thought struck him. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Two weeks.” Liang sucked in a deep breath, grabbing one of Upa’s hands and staring at him intently. “Never ask me to do that again. Do you understand?”

“Do what?” From what he could recall, the martial artist had barely been involved in Nana’s crisis. The only thing he’d been able to do in the end was remove—

Oh.

Liang squeezed his hand and let go. “I can’t lose either of you. Please keep that in mind.”

“Hmph. If you’re going to make so much of a fuss about it, I guess it can’t be helped.” The qigong master shook his head, ignoring the warm feeling in his chest, only to be elbowed in the gut again when Nico clambered onto the bed beside him.

“I wanna stay with Shishou! Nana said to look after him since he couldn’t say goodbye! So I’m staying!” He yelled, hugging his “master’s” arm to his chest.

“Nana’s gone?”

Samon-san deflated from where he was puffing himself up for another round of yelling. “...She was transferred to a hospital on the mainland five days after we discovered the truth. From there, what happens to her is up to the Japanese and British governments.”

“Oh.” He was...surprised. Except not really, because he should’ve anticipated this, even if Nana had been male.

He wasn’t disappointed at all. He wasn’t.

“The kid was pretty banged up, even though you managed to get to hi–her in the nick of time. She needed some minor surgery that Otogi-san couldn’t do on his own.” The trash sank down onto the next bed over. “Plus, it would be pretty irresponsible of the warden to keep a little girl in a male prison like this. I even heard that in Building 3, some jerks tried to get into the room where she was.”

“Hani and Trois are scary when they want to be.” The lockpick supplied solemnly from where he was perched on the end of the bed.

So it seemed the perverted cellmates had a use after all. Good.

“I’m gonna pretend I never heard that...” Samon-san grumbled. “Unfortunately I still need to question you, 58, to submit a more complete report to the Warden about what happened. But I figure that can wait until you’re coherent and can remember more about the incident in question.”

“Thank you, Samon-san.” He was tired. Was this what people called an emotional rollercoaster? If so, it was exhausting.

“Okay, you guys, out.” The supervisor pointed to the door.

“Eeeh? No fair!” Nico protested, hugging Upa harder.

“C’mon Samon-san, would another minute really hurt?” The worthless scumbag wheedled.

“I think it’s fine if you just leave us here with him.” Liang stated bluntly.

“Monkey’s being a jerk again.” The useless piece of trash added.

“SHUT UP AND GET OUT OR I’LL MAKE YOU ALL DO 50 LAPS AROUND THE ENTIRE PRISON BEFORE YOU CAN SEE HIM AGAIN!!” Samon-san roared, brandishing his staff.

It was with much grousing that the four stood up and filed out, though Nico promised to return with every good anime and manga he could think of tomorrow, no matter how much Upa asked him not to. The scumbag teased that he would use his cactus in medicines unless he got better quickly, to which Liang kicked him and swore that would never happen. The lockpick just said “Get well, Upa.” and ambled out.

Upa wondered if he even had a reason to come along in the first place.

Samon-san placed his hat next to the bed. “Ah, that reminds me; your relatives would like to pay you a visit next week, if you feel up to it.”

Upa felt his throat close up slightly. “I’d like that.”

Samon-san nodded, and then reached into his pocket. He brought out Upa’s mini-Nana, and a small tablet, and placed them in Upa’s lap. “Before she left, 07 gave me this. It’s her goodbye to you, since you weren’t awake when she left. I figured you could watch it on your own, since whatever’s on it is between you and her.”

He walked to the door, and flicked off the lights. “Goodnight, Upa. See you in the morning.”

He probably intended it to be a touching moment. But the problem was that Upa could barely find the tablet in the dark, let alone the button that turned it on.

His supervisor could be kind of stupid at times.

The Nana in the video was pale, and had bandages wrapped around his neck and chest. He looked about as tired as Upa felt, but he mustered up an awkward smile for the camera anyway.

“H-hey Upa-san! Long time no see, huh? I guess... ahem, anyway. I just wanted to say thank you. For saving me. I don’t know how on earth you did it, or even why...I was always afraid you didn’t like me very much— wait, forget I said that. I didn’t mean— Aargh.”

He took some smug satisfaction in the way Nana buried his head in his hands. Good. The pest deserved to suffer for irritating him and for assuming his feelings, no matter how correct the assumption might once have been.

“The point is, I am really, impossibly grateful that you stopped me from dying from that cockney bastard’s ability. Even if you did overexert yourself and put yourself into a coma like A COMPLETE JERK—” Nana paused and swallowed. “I’m-I’m sorry for yelling. It’s just— you’re my friend, Upa-san. You are one of the best friends I have been lucky enough to have in this place. I don’t ever want to see you hurt on my account, got it? EVER. I’d rather swallow needles, or break a bone or, or listen to one of Trois-senpai and Hani-senpai’s debates about underwear... okay, maybe not the third one, because that’s seriously painful, but the first and second ones definitely.”

So it was okay if Nana got hurt then, if it spared the best friends who could help? That was an unacceptable double standard. He absolutely needed to be forced to listen to his cellmates’ argument as punishment.

On the screen, the child’s expression grew pensive, changing until it seemed more mature somehow. “...I’m being transferred to Ken’non Hospital tomorrow. They’re going to see if the damage that bloody chav’s command did to my heart means that I should have something called a—a stent fitted. I don’t know what that means and I don’t really understand all the details, but I know it’s to keep me safe...”

He looked around, as though to check he was unobserved, before staring directly at the camera. “I’m not gonna insult you by sugarcoating it, Upa-san. There’s a 99% chance I’ll never be able to see you, or anyone else here, again once I leave this prison.”

What?

“I mean, there’s no way that cockney bastard’s gang is going to forgive me for landing their boss back in jail. There’s a 44% chance that whatever members escape arrest come and try to shoot up the hospital to get revenge. I’ll try to take down as many of those bastards as I can before too much damage is done, but I can’t guarantee I’ll survive.”

What the hell was he talking about? Yes, in his experience, gangs usually did that, but if he was that scared, why didn’t he tell the Warden?

Nana cleared his throat and continued. “Also, the Elf bastard who attacked me in the corridor in Building 13 isn’t likely to leave well enough alone. There’s a 45% chance he’s going to try and nab me for his supervisor to “fix”, and if he’s someone who can infiltrate the most secure prison in this world, I doubt a hospital will be much of a problem for him. I’m kinda torn between offing myself to spite him and just letting him do it, since Jyugo-san turned out okayish, I think? I don’t know. I don’t know.”

He rubbed the space between his eyes, seeming weary all of a sudden. “In-in addition to all that, there—there are—people—who don’t—don’t like me, very much. There’s a 50% chance they’ll get involved first. I’m good at running from them, but. It’s just a matter of time. I know that. They only need to get lucky once. And Game Over.”

He let out a little laugh that sounded more like a sob. “God, I’m scared. I’m so, so scared. I dunno why I’m telling you this. I just. I don’t wanna leave. I really, really don’t wanna. I love it here, Kiji-san’s here, Hani-senpai and Trois-senpai are here, Nico-san and you are here. I’m safe here. But after yesterday... the Warden won’t listen, even if I do explain. Everyone treats me like I’m glass now. I miss how you treated me. I miss being Nana.”

Upa wanted to scream at the crybaby for telling him this, wanted to scream at the Warden for sending him away. He knew that weirdo needed protection, he needed to tell Samon-san, he needed to tell every guard in Nanba to go out and get Nana back, he didn’t want him to die—

But then something happened.

Nana breathed in deeply, and seemed to settle into himself. The fear in his eyes, while still present, was pushed down slightly by a look of new-found defiance. “But...well, this is more, Hani-senpai and Trois-senpai and Uno-san’s thing than mine, but... there’s a chance. A 1%, almost impossible chance that I’ll survive all of that. And that I will see you and everyone else again, be it in prison or out. So maybe this is only my own selfishness, and totally naive and unrealistic, but I’m gonna bet on that chance. I’ll put everything I have behind it, even if it is a sucker’s bet. Because I want to make it happen. I’m going to make it happen.”

Upa stared at Nana’s grinning face, sharp and desperate and alive. “So I hope you bet on that chance too, Upa-san. Because I swear I’m not gonna rest until I’ve turned this “goodbye” into a see you soon~.”

The video ended.

Upa set the tablet back down, watching the blue light of the screen illuminate the ceiling.

Idiot. Did that cowardly bowl-cut crybaby with eye bags instead of a spine think if he said that like a protagonist, he would actually change anything?

Well, whatever.

If that crybaby didn’t make that bet happen, he would never forgive him. He would find a way to imbibe his ghost into the doll-version of himself if that weirdo dared to get himself killed.

Breaking News: Local police report that an armed assault has been carried out on Ken’non Hospital at 7:00 AM this morning. It is unknown whether multiple parties were involved in the assault, but there have been no fatalities thus far, though many patients and personnel are wounded, with some in critical condition. However, the young woman famously released from Nanba Prison, ||||||||| |||||, has been reported as missing following the assault. Police are investigating certain leads, but urge members of the public to come forward with any information they might have about the young teenager’s whereabouts.

Dead End 2: Sucker’s Bet

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rebeltheanomaly · 4 years

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Roughdraft/Notes on Grieftale Act 1 Part 3

Papyrus turns around and spots you. "AH! HUMAN! DON'T WORRY ABOUT THE SPIKES, THEY'LL GO DOWN WHEN YOU SOLVE MY PUZZLE!" he grumbles to himself "THAT'S THE ONLY WAY I CAN GET PEOPLE TO SOLVE THEM" then he perks up "REALLY? YOU HAVE A PUZZLE? HAVE I FINALLY MET SOMEONE AS PASSIONATE AS ME?" *Grins* The manufacturer doesn't need it, the buyer doesn't want it, and the user doesn't know he's using it. What is it? "OH! I KNOW THIS ONE! SANS TOLD IT TO ME WHEN HE WAS FEELING MORE LAZY THAN USUAL! IT'S A TOMB! *his grin falters a tiny bit, just to the point that it looks like a condescending smirk* Here's another one, would you rather know the date or cause of your death?* "HMM I DON'T KNOW THIS ONE..." He bends over and rubs his chin and he tries to think.

*Asks another disturbing question* Would you rather murder 3 innocent children or 3 of your closest friends? "I- I WOULD NEVER MURDER ANYONE! THE ANSWER IS NO ONE!" Papyrus cries. "THERE'S ALWAYS ANOTHER WAY! *smile falters, but is internally laughing like a maniac at what is in his eyes, a "Pathetically Naive Idiotic Child who doesn't see the world for what it is", he makes his face one of concern to mask his true intentions* Oh, i'm sorry... I just... Tend to dwell on those things.... Being through what i've been through will do that to you.. Papyrus looks concerned... then perks up. "HERE! SOLVE MY PUZZLE! IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER! THEN WHEN THE SPIKES ARE DOWN I CAN GIVE YOU A BIG HUG!!" Ok...*looks around at the puzzle, strategizing, then completing it with ease* "YAY! YOU'RE SO GOOD AT PUZZLES!!" He exclaims, pulling you into a hug. "YOU MUST CARE ABOUT PUZZLES LIKE ME! YOU'LL LIKE NEXT NEXT ONE EVEN MORE!!" He runs off, even floating off the ground, and you see sans a little up ahead, waiting for you apprehensively *Sans senses the demon still in control, and can feel it's aura, it's nothing like Chara or any other fiend he's had to deal with....* Sans feels for the knife in his pocket, gripping it tightly. he stares wearily at you but doesn't make a move, since his brother is still alright. "Hey kid... about what you were trying to do earlier..." he can't seem to bring himself to make eye contact. "nevermind. good job on the puzzle. go on, my brother is waiting for you. just... don't try anything you might regret, okay?" *Grins* The other kid will regret.... *he then walks off* sans's eyes go dark and he tenses, holding himself back. "Calm down sans." he thinks to himself. "They haven't done anything yet. You made a PROMISE." *He runs along, tripping on an icecap "hey, watch the hat!" icecap snaps. "i mean, what hat? i don't have a hat." *grins and runs off with his hat, leading him on a chase* "H-hey! i need that to look cool!" i cries, chasing you up the hill *grins evilly* Have it your way then... *throws it and... basically cuts his head off, like that one guy from Mortal Kombat...... FATALITY!! he turns to dust, his body first, then his head with a shocked expression that says "the ironyyyy" you're now at the top of the hill, and you can see that to safely cross the ice you need to solve another puzzle *goes on, sees the nice cream guy's stall* He looks over at you enthusiastically. "Hey there! Care for some nice cream? It's the frozen treat that warms your heart. I started my own business! See-- every nice cream has a nice message inside the wrapping!" he pulls one out and offers it to you *the gelato suddenly melts and pools at his feet, way more then what's possible, to the point that he's standing in a puddle of it. Suddenly, a giant hand comes out of the puddle and crushes NCR (Fallout joke) guy in it's fists. Lucian looks upon the gorified rabbit creature and sniggers* Guess it's not just revenge that's best served cold... (Insert CSI "Yeaaaahhh!" here) nice cream guy gurgles, his blood turning to dust. he looks down at you with tears in his eyes as his head disappears. You see a fork in the path, the right leading down a hill where you can see sans standing at the bottom, not noticing you. L:*grins, then grimaces, he felt an unpleasant sensation as his skin touched a certain kind of metal, which is picked up by one of Alphys's cameras.... (FORESHADOWING HIS WEAKNESS) He growls and takes whichever path leads to a dead end, scowling to Sans's amusement, though he doesn't know the true extent of his evil yet, he at least knows it's taking control of the kid's body, and that's never a good sign* you find another door to the ruins, with mushrooms in the front. on your way out you find a deer-looking creature, adorned to his dismay with christmas decorations *Ignores it at first, he then takes a vial of blood out of his pocket and rubs it on the burn, soothing it* the deer notices and grimaces (or is that just its face) "that's disgusting." it says. Sans looks over to you, curious. "SANS WHY ARE YOU NEVER WHERE I NEED YOU TO BE" you hear from up the hill. Sans looks up and disappears, leaving you with the deer. (Grins and splashes the rest of the bottle in the deer's face) The deer groans in disgust, rubbing their face in the snow *He finds the decorations become incredibly heavy* the deer is unable to lift their head from the snow, they start to suffocate and struggle, kicking wildly until they run out of breath and energy T^T (The child's leg suddenly turns into a talon as it crushes the Deer's head in with it, grinning) It's so annoying i can only show parts of my true form while i'm stuck in this hideous body... *His leg changes back* But atleast i'm making good progress.. you peer into the cracks in the walls and spot eyes, upon further inspection an entire family of deer are stuck in the ruins, they watch with bloodshot eyes, seeing through you, as if they've stared outside for so long they've lost touch with reality *Looks at them, kinda liking their appearance* Hehe.. *pulls out his Bladed gloves he got from the box, grinning madly* *He lunges at them, ripping one clean in half* (Meanwhile, Alphys discovers an archive on the last creature that had a Crimson soul) Computer: A soul of true evil, those who possess this soul come to spread suffering, madness, chaos and misery. They gain incredible power, and if they manage to kill everything that opposes them they can even destroy the world and remake in their own twisted image. The last one with a Crimson soul comes from prehistoric accounts, when monsters were in their dark ages, for humans hadn't yet came into existence. The Crimson Devil caused several disasters and countless fatalities that happened before earth’s continents were separated. *She sees truly terrifying images, which seem to be artist's interpretations of the event... she has too warn them* Lab:*Alphys's Lab A.I. responds to the words from the computer* So, is it ok to start panicking? "oh my g-goodness, o-oh my!" she gasps, watching the (dog army?) get ripped limb from limb. "this... this is what the files were talking about! i h-have to warn everyone!" she fumbles with her phone, dialing undyne or asgore or anybody that could help. Lab A.I.: Wait.. *rewinds it a little bit, seeing Lucian burn himself on that metal* Do you see that? "Th-this could change everything! I c-can save everyone! oh my gosh, I have to investigate!!" Lab:*scans it* Platinum... Maybe you should look at the archives for the Platinum soul… She scurries to the opposite wall (not visible in the game), which is lined with shelves covered in books. She begins scanning for a book relating to human souls or platinum. The Crimson, unyielding Malice, The Charcoal, Unending despair, and the Platinum, Undying hope... The Crimson will rise and bring utter cataclysm to the world, having learned from it's past mistakes, it will target the one who is destined for the weapon that last took its power. After taking the the body, it will suppress the soul until it is weakened enough to take the body of them, then will challenge the most powerful being that it hasn't yet destroyed, _S__E_ __E___R All will seem hopeless, until the Platinum, along with the Crimson's victims, will all empower the being, now godlike. Even for all the power it has gained, it will fall back to lick its wounds, but not before inflicting the Platinum with an utterly despairing melady The Platinum will turn Charcoal, and even though most of the damage has been reversed, the destined one's family will still be dead by their hand. They will only be saved when the following has been achieved: "The Angel will fall upon belief he is a demon His newfound comrades will cause him to rediscover meaning in his life A black weight will lift on his shining heart And so the new age will begin" i’ll call undyne and we can both support the charcoal soul so it can become platinum again! Lab: Are you really willing to take that chance? Alphys, this isn't some Anime you watch, this is real life, i mean that Prophecy could be only partially true, i mean, this was back when Monsters still believed in Gods for Science sake. (Atheist humor) “monsters will believe again after asgore becomes one, just like i believe in this human!! undyne is going to help too, i just know it!” she dials and explains the situation to undyne, who immediately interrupts her with “WHAT? THERE’S A HUMAN?? WHERE?” Lab:*lets out a long groan* Welp, we're screwed... alphys: oh hush, look we can see the platinum soul in action!! L:*is ambush comedied by Snowdrake* "M.. m.. macaroni and freeze! You gotta chill out, man, or i'll fight you in cold blood!" You slash him across the face. "You're not funny." "THIS won't be funny either!" He cries, sending crescent blades at you, which you dodge effectively, except you slip on the ice a little and take a small cut in the neck. You growl. "Is your flesh rotten as you?" he heckles, continuing to attack you. You dodge more easily this time and get close, smirking. "..heh." You say, staring him right in the eyes. "What are YOU laughin' at?!?" Snowdrake barks, pretending not to be upset. You wanna hear the biggest joke of all? (Incoming Joker reference) "i bet it won't be better than mine." he utters with false bravado *Proceeds to insert nihilism into his head* Everything! All you creatures have ever valued or worked for.. I't all ends... So why care about anything? When everything burns... *grins sadistically as his words worm their way into his mind* One day, you and everything you care about will be gone, and no one will remember it... Life is but a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud suspended in endless nothing... They struggle to make a retort, and slink away utterly crushed… *Grins and manifests his newfound despair as endless jokes playing in his head, constantly reminding him of how pointless everything is, he eventually can't take it anymore...* snowdrake bursts into tears, wiping them away uselessly with his wings. he approaches the river... and just keeps walking until he falls in "as if by accident". in his head he thinks "i guess i walked into that one... ugh that was terrible." he lets himself sink to the bottom, letting out all the air in his chest. (grins and walks on, finding the snowman) Lab: YOU SEE alphys: he was just being rude, he didn't kill him! he just walked off!) "hello traveler! i wish i could see the world like you... please, take a piece of my snow, so that i can?" Lab: I picked up something from that, he was using despair fields to manipulate his emotions... And don't tell me that grin doesn't just scream "Sadistic Psychopath" to you. L: *grins and melts him with Crimson energy, kicks him into the lake, and walks away, he doesn't see the thing rising out of the lake behind him Alphys: What happened to that snowman??? Lab: the negativity magic he radiates... it could have merged with his snow. when he hit the water it froze around him. Lucian:*turns around and grins* This should be interesting.. the ice golem trudges out of the water, its yells incoherent, though if you concentrated you think it might be saying "betrayed" It sends a shower of ice shards down at you *His body lights up in flames of Hatred, then jumping into the golem* your searing heat melts straight through it, leaving a gaping hole in the middle. In the middle hole is a very small, broken soul, which turns to dust. The golem shudders, and turns into water, dousing the area. (grins at his work, he walks on, once again seeing the damned flower) I suppose you want to die too weed? Flowey looks almost intimidated. he's not doing a good job of hiding his nervousness. "unlikely, you overpowered idiot. I'm the prince of this world's future, and you'll get what's coming to you." (he ends up trying to fight back, which happens several times btw) (L guffaws) Goat boy, you had your chance long ago… Flowey starts to grow taller and taller, yet still staying proportional. His face turns dark and twisted. "Now's fine, you idiot" (L's host gains claws, wings, a scorpion-esque tail, and horns) Hehe, you pathetic creatures are all the same... Either too dumb to live, or too weak to fight… Flowey's vines strike the ground like spears, which you dodge successfully, but you get slashed across the arm (not too serious) by one of the last ones. "If it's dumb but it works then it's not dumb, trashbag." flowey says, grinning. (grins) The more damage you do to me, the stronger I become... (tail slashes him) “What? That doesn’t even make sense, you’re just saying that to look cool.” flowey retorts, curving his body away from the tail and sending a shower of pellets Then let me show you... (he realizes attacks that are supposed to do damage only give him more Hp, Atk, and Def.) "What the hell?! HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?!?" He attacks you with all he has (he pins him to the ground, and stares into his eyes) You clearly don't realize what you're up against! "I..." shit! he thinks. I have to get away! he shrinks at an unexpected rate, weakening your hold of him. He wriggles back into the ground. "don't think this is over, barf brains." he heads for alphys' lab. (he grins and wanders on, wondering if there's any more monsters on the way to snowdin) You approach the bridge, Papyrus and sans waiting on the other side. "HUMAN! THIS IS YOUR FINAL AND MOST DANGEROUS CHALLENGE! BEHOLD! THE GAUNTLET OF DEADLY TERROR!" Deadly objects pop out of a wooden structure above and below the bridge. "WHEN I SAY THE WORD, IT WILL FULLY ACTIVATE! ONLY THE TINIEST CHANCE OF VICTORY WILL REMAIN! ARE YOU READY? BECAUSE! I! AM! ABOUT! TO DO IT!" L: Go ahead.... "well? What's the holdup?" sans asks his bro. "HOLDUP? WHAT HOLDUP? I'M... I'M ABOUT TO ACTIVATE IT NOW!" "that uh... doesn't look very activated." "WELL... THIS CHALLENGE SEEMS... MAYBE TOO EASY FOR THE HUMAN TO DEFEAT. YEAH! WE CAN'T USE THIS ONE! I AM A SKELETON WITH STANDARDS! THIS METHOD IS TOO DIRECT! NO CLASS! AWAY IT GOES" The deadly devices retract into their positions, and papyrus sighs with relief. he runs off, and sans smiles at you awkwardly. "Well... I don't know what my brother is going to do now. Thanks for playing along, i really appreciate it. Just make sure you understand blue attacks, and you'll be fine." (Grins at him, and references his conflict with gaster) I wonder how your father would react..... Knowing you don't even try to save him.... Sans stiffens, his eyes wide and shocked. He rests his hand against his skull, thinking hard with a manic expression. "k-kid... how do you know about gaster?" (he chuckles) You'll know soon enough... (he walks into snowdin, no one seems to have evacuated yet) Sans watches you walk away, unsettled and shaken. He chuckles nervously, grabbing bunches of his sweater in his fists to keep them from shaking. "Heheh... that's right... they probably learned about him in a reset..." He lets go of his sweater, but his hands are still shaking, so he stuffs them into his pockets. His finger brushes against the cold surface of the knife he confiscated. He thinks to himself "I don't remember a reset where they faced gaster... Jeez, I don't have the energy to deal with this right now." He teleports to the entrance of the ruins, sitting down, looking exhausted from the stress. He knocks on the door without thinking. "Knock kno-" his eyes settle on the slight color difference between the snow and toriel's dust in front of him, and his soul squeezes painfully in his chest. He pulls his hood over his head and brings his knees to his chest, burying his head in them to keep warm. he thinks: "The kid's creepy, there's no denying it, but they've been okay so far. They looked genuinely scared and confused when tori-- It couldn't have been them. It had to be a mistake. In any case, they're good to Pap. I'm sure Papyrus will have fun with them... I have time. I'm just... so tired." His eyes close and he drifts to sleep. (explaining why he doesn't save papyrus) (he looks at all the people, he steps inside grillby's, which has no one but a certain fiery bartender at the moment...) His eyes narrow and he stops cleaning his glass. "I'm sorry, we've just closed." (he grins) Then I'll just take my order and leave... (gazes at him) Grillby stares back without any hint of emotion, clearly waiting for you to order. You can sense he's on edge, but nothing he does gives it away. *He grins and slashes at him* Your life. Grillby sort of expected this based on your behavior, so he dodges quickly and throws his glass at you. You dodge as well, but cause a large enough racket that the bear outside walks in. "hey what's goin' on in here? As mayor i need to know!"

#undertale

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frostythefelix · 5 years

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Blessings Wait For You

Summary: When the Dragon Clan begins terrorizing the kingdom again, your life spirals out of control, somehow landing you a spot at the royal family’s dinner table and a spot in the prince’s heart.

Chapter 3

A nervous sigh leaves your lips as you smooth out the skirt of your pink dress, your right leg shaking with anticipation. Isabelle woke you up at exactly six o’clock that morning with your breakfast. She actually ate with you and spoke to you almost casually. You smiled, happy that she was treating you like a friend rather than a superior. You had always felt strange and awkward about class differences, especially when that person was about the same age as you. After you finished eating, Isabelle then helped you get ready for the day, insisting you have to look your best for your meeting with the king. She pulled a lovely day dress from your room’s closet-- you definitely did not bring that with you. You had brought several formal dresses, skirts and gowns (and even snuck your favorite pair of riding pants) but you had never owned something this bright and silky. She helped you slip into the dress and even did a bit of your makeup, choosing to leave your hair alone for the most part.

You zone back to the present. Now, you are sitting in the king’s personal office, alone with the exception of a guard by the door. You are mildly disappointed he isn't the curly haired guard from your first meeting. The king is running late. You guess since he’s the king, that means he’s still on time. The clock ticks, doing nothing but increasing the feeling of anxiety that is building up inside. The king is the most intimidating man you have ever met, reasonably so, and you are not excited for this meeting whatsoever. You try to distract yourself from your nerves, passing the time by thinking about your new friend and the dress you are wearing that hopefully isn't stolen from someone else’s wardrobe.

Finally, twenty-three minutes after you were told to be there, the king walks in. He does not acknowledge your presence, taking his seat behind his desk. He fiddles with some scrolls, picking them up and dropping them back onto the desk a couple times before folding his hands in front of him and making direct eye contact with you.

“Do you know why you are here?” He asks, voice monotone. Startled at his directness, you open your mouth to respond only to close it again when you can’t find your voice. Your eyebrows furrow.

“The Dragon Clan want to kill me,” you reply, sounding like you are asking a question more than answering his. He chuckles darkly, shaking his head.

“You have information that we need. We will need you to answer some questions later today and describe the man you saw to a sketch artist.” You nod at his words. This isn't a surprise to you, you knew you would have to do it at some point. To catch the Clan, you need more than just your vivid memory, but it is the best lead the palace has right now.

“I know you probably know who the men are. You have seen them in your town before, but I want to go into more detail so that you comprehend why this is such a serious matter.” You frown, but nod anyway to show him you are listening.

The king continues explaining. “The Dragon Clan have been around since before I was born. They have come into power and gone back into the shadows several times, each time returning with the same goal: to overthrow my family and put one of their own men on the throne.” He laughs, a sound you infer isn't full of joy. “You saw one of their faces. If we can identify him that will bring us a few steps closer to ending them for good.”

When you don't respond, he clears his throat. “You will be treated as a guest during your stay here with us. Until we know you are safe and that everything in the investigation is under control, you will remain here and provide assistance to the investigative guards as necessary. For your security, there will be certain guidelines to follow. You have already met your personal handmaid; she will inform you more of those rules. I hope the castle is fit to your liking.” You almost let a laugh out at that, if the castle does not meet your standards, you are truly out of luck, but you stifle it with a cough.

The king bids you farewell, and you take leave of his office. You take that time to explore. You have no clue where anything in this palace is, so you figure you should discover them sooner than later. Who knows how long an investigation into a decades-old rebel group would take; you could be here for years! And even if your stay is only for a couple days, you doubt you will get another chance to freely explore a palace in your lifetime. You aimlessly wander corridors, admiring the intricate artwork lining the seemingly endless hallways. On your fifth corridor, you hear grunts coming down the hall to your left. You debate turning around and picking another hall but then you hear a familiar shout. You smile to yourself, recognizing your best friend’s voice and following it. The room you come to is all wood, a striking contrast to the rock walls of the castle. You can see wooden swords on a shelf from where you stand at the door, real ones displayed above them. You hear another grunt and poke your head in the open doorway to see who is inside.

Minho is there, just as you suspected, kneeling on the ground in a tank top and shorts, an attire you are too used to seeing him in. Prince Felix and another boy, assumably the Hyunjin Felix spoke of, are doing push ups on the wood floor. For an instant you freeze, in your excitement to see your friend again you totally forgot what Minho’s job at the palace was. You don't know why, but seeing the boys-- the prince!-- in their tank tops and shorts feels like a sin, like something you are never allowed to see. You let out a squeak, turning to run, but Minho sees you lurking, a laugh bubbling from his mouth.

“Y/N, are you spying?” he teases. Blood rushes to your face, eyes wide. Prince Felix and Hyunjin lift themselves from the ground, goofy smiles on their faces as they stretch.

“No!” You protest. “I heard you and came to say hi, but I did not realize you were busy. I was going to come back later,” you explain, hoping you don't come off as a creep to the prince.

“You can stay,” the prince calls out, directing your attention to him. Your face reddens as your eyes automatically trace his sweaty, exposed collarbones and then travel down his arms. This is wrong, you should not be interacting so casually, you remind yourself.

“Oh, I cannot-”

“Yes, you can!” He argues playfully, sharing a look with your best friend that you don’t catch.

“Okay,” You reply awkwardly, not wanting to upset the prince. Hyunjin plops down on the floor, Prince Felix following suit. You hesitantly take a seat as well, searching Minho’s eyes for confirmation that you are not overstepping your boundaries, at least any more than you already are by interrupting their practice. You can tell your discomfort is amusing to your friend and you desperately want to punch him for it.

“So, what were you guys doing?” You ask, paving the way for an easy, comfortable conversation between the four of you. It takes you awhile to warm up. There is a prince right in front of you and the other two are acting as if he were just a normal guy. You don't understand how they are so casual around each other.

“You can relax, Y/N. Felix isn’t going to bite.” Minho chuckles. You glare at him, softening your expression with the help of a flaming blush when you catch the prince’s gaze. He gives you a toothless grin, a smile that shows genuine kindness.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, letting your eyes fall to the floor. “It’s just that you are the prince. It’s kind of intimidating, even if you are so nice.” The three boys laugh at your response as you flush even more.

“I understand. I prefer to be friends with my staff, though. It is a lot more fun working with your friends than it is strangers,” Prince Felix says. You smile, understanding exactly what he means. After all, you did say the same thing to Isabelle last night. “So, please, treat me like your friend, not like I am the prince. And call me Felix. Prince Felix is way too formal.” You smile and nod, if Prince Felix-- no, Felix-- was ok with you acting casually, and told you specifically to do so, then you have nothing to worry about.

Hyunjin eases the group back into a less tense conversation, telling stories of his adventures with Felix in the castle. He’d been there since he was seven when his father was given the job of Head Guard. He and Felix became friends immediately, playing together and with the other staff’s kids, whenever they could. To you, growing up in the castle sounds like a dream. There was always someone to play with so they’d never get bored. As an only child, you had only ever had Minho to play with. You can’t stop the flicker of hope in your chest that maybe you could find friends within the palace just like Hyunjin and Felix did.

“Let’s play a game,” Felix suggests about an hour later when the conversation begins to lull.

“Absolutely not,” you respond. You are sure the guards are coming to find you soon to work on that sketch, and you think it would be best if they found you alone in your room, not in the workout room with two sweaty boys and the prince. You don't even realize that you basically just told the crown prince to shut up.

“You can’t say no to the prince, Y/N,” Minho sarcastically shouts.

“Stop telling people that!” Felix gasps, laughing as he hits his friend. You roll your eyes. Minho is always so dramatic. And after teasing you so much earlier you feel like this is just his karma.

“Fine.” Minho sighs. You wonder if he uses that excuse to manipulate people a lot. Probably. You agree to play the game, though you are not really sure what you are getting yourself into. Thankfully, Hyunjin explains the rules for a game they call “Charades”.

“You have never played before? It isn't really that difficult, you just have to act out a scene in complete silence. Your teammate has to guess what it is, and whichever team gets the most scenes correct, wins!” You doubt you will really “win” anything other than bragging rights, but Hyunjin’s energy is still contagious and you find yourself smiling. You go to grab Minho’s arm and pull him in to be your teammate, but Hyunjin karate-chops Minho’s arm. Minho shrieks, pulls from your grasp and glares at Hyunjin. You are both shocked and puzzled, is this a part of the game Hyunjin forgot to explain or something?

“Nice try, but you two definitely cannot be teammates.” You go to protest, but Hyunjin cuts you off. “You have literally known Minho all your life, you know each other too well, it would not be fair to the other team.” You and Minho share twin pouts, but you accept the fact that it would be too easy for you to win. Over a decade of inside jokes between you is perfect material for this game, too bad you will have to wait to try it out.

“So who’s team am I on then?” Minho asks, still bitter about being hit.

“Mine, and Y/N is with Felix.”

Of course you don’t mind being on Felix’s team. You want to get to know him more since you are going to be spending a lot of time in his home. It’s just that you literally have known him for a few days. Your team is definitely going to lose. You smile at Felix, jokingly reaching out to shake his hand.

“I am sorry in advance,” you say in a mock apology. Felix is a good sport and matches your fake despair in seconds, returning the handshake with a cute pout. Maybe you will be better teammates than you first thought.

Your team is up first since Felix suggested the game. Hyunjin whispers a task in your ear and you try to act it out for Felix to guess. You feel like an idiot acting out doing laundry. Has Felix ever even seen it done before? He has apparently, because he guesses it right within seconds, to the dismay of the other two. You guess they thought Felix didn’t know how laundry was done just like you had assumed.

Hyunjin is up next. Felix whispers something in his ear and Hyunjin begins to act it out. You have no idea what he’s doing, but you don't get to find out. Chan walks in while Minho is shouting incorrect answers at his younger friend, who is growing increasingly frustrated with each wrong guess. He smiles in amusement, coming over to where you are standing with Felix.

“Having fun?” He asks. You chuckle, glancing at your crazy best friend.

“If that’s what you want to call it,” you reply. Felix laughs next to you, diverting your attention to him again before Chan speaks up.

“They need you now. I’m sorry to take you away from--” he cocks his head to the side as Hyunjin begins furiously hopping up and down-- “this.”

“Good luck!” Felix shouts as you begin to follow Chan. You smile, waving back at him. Your heart hammers in your chest. You aren’t sure why you’re so nervous. There isn’t a reason for you to be. All you are doing is telling your side of the story. Chan places a comforting hand on your shoulder, assuring you that you’ll be fine once you stop in front of the door.

“Ready?” He questions. You nod thrice, breathing in deep and letting it out.

“Ready.”

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The awakening (Demon! Yoongi x Reader)

Part 2

Word Count: 7,8k

Genre: Demon! BTS, Demon Au, Prince Au, Angst, Romance

Pairing: Demon! Yoongi x Reader

Character appearance: Park Jimin, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung, Jeon Jeongguk

Warnings: Cursing, Graphic violence, Blood, Degrading / Humiliation

Authors Note: The spacing, and the words written in Italic means it’s a flashback/ memory

Summary: Y/N is a mere human, who one day unsuspectingly fell into hell. And not just a random part of hell or the top level, no she fell right inside the mansion where the prince of darkness lives. Instead of casting her back to earth, or imprison her because it’s hell after all he decides to spare her life. But the prince of darkness who may be the most powerful demon to walk to earth and rule hell, still is a growing young man who has to face all types of threats. Maybe she is one too?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Walking through the palaces hallways now has a whole new meaning. Only a day ago, it felt too big, too cold. Still majestic but untouchable, forever a mystery to my clouded brain. I had thought and assumed that everything here is old and very expensive which it is, and I would hate for the frescos, artwork, and statues and other art items, and weaponry that has historical meaning to go to waste. But now I’m not afraid of it like I was. When I thought I was a human, I observed the beauties but with a naïve mind and perspective. Now I know the meaning of almost all the pieces on display and even though the boys explained the stories behind them without holding back the gory details and told them accurately its still different, because I can admire them without the ignorance.

And the palace isn’t so strange and confusing, a labyrinth which I keep labelling it. It did give me the perfect excuse for someone to always be by my side as in the human state of mind I didn’t like being left alone when wondering around. Now I know exactly where I am, and where do I have to go without anyone having to guide me or hold my hand practically. I actually know almost every nook and crany of this ‘mansion’ as humans would call it. And they aren’t entirely wrong but it is more of a fortress than it is a royal palace. I think even the current residents here don’t know about the many secrets buried underneath it where I don’t think demons would even think to look or the hidden rooms masterfully masked between walls. I mean we are in hell, and as I know the common opinion of hell is that is located in the deepest part of earth. But its so much more than it being in earth. It contains so many levels leading up to the core and it is otherworldly. Its to complex for me to go into details about it even I haven’t been that privileged to have been explained how it all began, and our existence alone exactly. But I am one of the few “lucky” fuckers that had the misfortune to see the very debts where only Satan visits occasionally because even he’s not too keen on that place from what I’ve heard. But as someone wise said I don’t know when or who said it; hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil.

My steps slow down as I find myself in the middle of the hallway, on my right hung up is a familiar painting still untouched and colourful as the day it was finished being painted. A renaissance piece, that humankind hasn’t seen as well as no angel kin laid eyes upon it. It was stolen from one of the great artists who I will leave nameless, and it represents what future hold for us as the scene hasn’t happened yet. The artists was a descendant of angels, and most of his paintings, drawings even sketches were actually visions. Past, present and future which he painted. Many tried taking him out, which was annoying because he was a very nice guy. I had fun protecting him. Such a shame he died. I did offer to turn him, but he was more lenient towards the “light” as if that’s a big difference. Light or shadows. Pfff. We’re all the same. All killers. But we admit it, whereas the angels that humans cherish more don’t admit they commit sins.

I stare at the giant painting with narrowed eyes. Out of all the pieces in the palace, this was the one I liked the most just a day ago with my human way of thinking. And it says a lot. Even when my mind was misted, you can’t change fate.

The paintings picture and story is clear. War is coming. And this time its going to be, revolutionary. Probably will determine how the world is going to work, but anew.

And I’m not a braggy person, really, I’m not its why I’m only a general I’ve denied all and every kind of engagement proposition even when I was forced into them, I got out. And yet there I am, drawn almost in the centre of the piece, adorned in silver armour, splatter of blood covering my front and sword which is now comfortably balanced in my right hand. It is drawn with all the details, some old some new, only the front is covered in blood. My face is twisted into sort of a grimace but I’m clearly doing a war cry. I look fierce, ready to kill anyone and every one in my way. And now that I have met the demons who protect his majesty I can easily connect the dots and spot them in the picture.

Poor Jeongguk he’s stuck with werewolves again. Taehyung is right behind him, watching his back while Jimin is the only one displaying his powers shamelessly.

Namjoon is at the head shouting too, sword raised up and troops behind him of charging men following his command. Hoseok is on the right side, battling an angel the glint in his eyes murderous. That only leaves Yoongi. His expression is the same as always actually. Stone cold, almost bored looking. And it’s scary, a scary expression to have in the midst of so much death. I tilt my head examining him, trying to see where his shadows are but a noise echoes down the hallway making my head snap forward only to see Namjoon approaching me from the doors on the far end of this corridor. I spare a glance at the painting one more time remembering it’s covered in a layer of mist by the artists himself. Its only clear to my eyes especially the faces, and the prophecy which was whispered in my ear. My hand tingles as I remember how the blade ran over my palm drawing blood, to seal the blood oath, secret left in my care.

Back to the right-hand man, he looks alright, bandaged up and dressed in a clean uniform. So official. I got used to him, wearing regular clothes whenever he sat with me in the library and gave me advice which books to read when I was in the mood. But right now, he is void of the warmth expression emotionless eyes fixated on me. I can understand him. This isn’t easy for him, but its something he has to do and act this way. At last that’s what my gut is telling me. And trust your guts, that’s been always my advice. I came here under the pretence…it’s not pretence I didn’t know who I was I thought I had a regular human life so now everything being revealed is of course…something big to take in. I just have to point out that his washed-out pink hair is parted to the sides, which makes him look very handsome. Not that he isn’t always, but again I’m not ignorant anymore or shying away from my own thoughts. I can appreciate him as a whole being now properly.

‘’What’s with the face, are you worried I’ll break something?’’ I ask smirking feeling amused by his change of attitude towards me, even more so when his eyebrows furrow as he glares at me.

‘’Just making sure you won’t get lost and to ‘encourage’ you to carry out your duties.’’ he bites back my lips curving up even more, but I only click my tongue as he has finally reached me coming to a halt, standing up straight like a proper soldier.

‘’Lost like yesterday, and the day before, and the day before.’’ I reply back a bit childishly. I don’t get back a smile like I would normally do. He just nods acknowledging my words and swiftly turns around and just starts to walk away. I let out a faint chuckle but walk behind him silently, turning around my sword in my hand so it’s pointing backwards to make me less threatening. Although being covered in blood I don’t think I’ll properly reach that effect so easily. And the mud is also not a nice touch. Okay there are probably some guts here and there and many other disgusting things stuck to my clothing. Things happen in battle, we are all alike at the end of the day, one way or another.

I glance around the hall quickly trying to come up with something that would potentially help me get more presentable but my mind blanks out, so I simply straighten my shoulders as we reach the door and keep my head raised properly. The doors open on their own, two guards meeting us on both sides, which do cause me to smirk at the seriousness they are holding themselves. I know these guys I’ve chatted them up, whenever I came here.

‘’Ah, reinforcements have arrived.’’ I state in a normal tone sounding way to cheerful from the atmosphere of the room that we’re entering. The first thing I notice are the noble men which is a surprise not necessarily a pleasant one, because I think you know politics can suck ass.

And they are paired with theire men standing close to them, while Yoongi’s own are surrounding them as an extra protection. The men I got to know and kind of recognize their faces are standing across one another making a pathway for whoever enters the room to guide them towards the man in charge who is situated across me and centered against the wall. My eyes dart from the nobles to the soldiers on my left, all unharmed uniforms brand new. And my guess these are the higher-ranking demons, meaning the lowers ones must be outside protecting the palace property, like they should have been all along if I remember what the king declared years ago, wanting nothing but the best for his son.

So, everything has changed, the circumstances, relationships, thoughts opinions everything. But despite it, he is the same to me. My feelings don’t change even in the slightest, which is a surprise as before this whole thing I’m sure it would be an entirely different story, thanks mainly to my stubbornness. So instead of changing, my feelings solidify and now I can without fear I am able to admit to myself and let myself aknowledge everything that has happened fully. For the first time in forever I foget about everything and anyone else and focus my attention solemnly onto him.

But I’m quickly thrown back to reality and the matter at hand. This is how I’ve been trained and how I’ve been for millennium, eyes now darting around the throne room to see and plan an exit strategy, as well as examine the threat properly forciming a defence and offence perspective. It’s part of survival. Even with the human mentality I had, I subconsciously mapped out the place. I was not as dumb, or foolish as I think my friends assumed I was. It’s easy to see, where things have been shifted, statues and armours that were on display moved to the sides for the room to function more for the purpose of this gathering.

With my senses sharpening, I pick up on more men situated there, my guess they are archers at the ready. I spare a glance to a solider on my left and his sword which looks more ceremonial than one meant to fight with properly. Odd, as we are at war...sort of. But not that unexpected. The right side of my lips twitches briefly, as I force myself from grining, as well as holding back my bloodlust still present, my fingers still itching to wield my weapon. It’s only been a few years since I lost my memories and in the meantime I’ve gained accidentally a lot of new information through human eyes, but the joy of metal clashing against metal, and that satisfaction when you win...I missed that. And I can’t forget the powers I’ve been gifted with since birth the want to unleash only a snipped, it’s all itching right under my skin. Under normal circumstances I’d already act on my urges, but it is because things have changed and because he is here that I hold myself back. I don’t want him seeing that side of me yet.

I slow down my steps as Namjoon goes further ahead of me. He properly bows down to the crowned prince, that is sitting up straight (and not half lying over the seat for a change) on his throne of skulls that surround it, and build it, marble then running smoothly in the middle forming a chair for him. Its all adorned with specks and details of gold, amongst all the blackness it has been coloured into. And that kind of marble can only be found here in the underworld and has gone into rarity to find. Only the best for the best. Like I mentioned the prince is sitting properly, shoulders square and stiff, legs crossed one over another. Not a hair is out of place, his expression is the typical one he has of boredom. But once I met his eyes, it’s easy to read what chaotic storm is brewing inside.

So, I follow after Joon standing before the prince in the middle of the spacey throne room bowing down respectfully so, and almost flinch when the soldiers behind me, start marching all in sync forming some sort of a circle around the room, the nobles on the right still continuing to murmur between one another annoyingly. Ah man it would be so fun to cough and then let some fire out to scare them (Make it seem like I breathe fire which I actually can). Lucky for them, my eyes shift to the left where the men I’ve started calling family are standing forming the end of the semi-circle and are the prince’s personal bodyguards. And it does hurt I’ll admit it, my heart feels heavy as theire gazes are hard, some harsh. And the harsh ones are from the softest ones that treated me, with utmost kindness. So basically, all of them.

As whispers raise in volume from the noble men my nerves start to raise to. The soldiers are respectful and remain quiet keeping to themselves, while the older men are making a ruckus so boldly, as the prince I assume hasn’t given any orders yet. I stand on my spot with Namjoon by my side and stand patiently, playing with my sword taking a look at the damage. It looks alright the metal surprisingly not scratched up completely or hugely dented and damaged but it will need a good polishing.

‘’General L/N.’’ the prince finally speaks up making my head shoot up almost comically ‘’The Death Bringer.’’ At that I tilt my head to the side, having stopped fidgeting with my sword ‘’I should welcome you back from your respite.’’ He leans forward and offers a smile which puzzles me, but I eagerly like a lovestruck idiot (I can’t believe that I actually am one!) smile back, letting my weight rest on my right leg as I slip my left foot more forward, meanwhile placing my sword down the tip touching the ground. I rest my hand comfortably on the top of the golden handle and offer another bow in return.

‘’Much obliged, your majesty.’’ I reply again my tone way to cheerful for this whole situation.

‘’I don’t mean to be rude, or impolite by ignoring and passing common curtesy but I must know what is the status of my cousin’s army?’’ surprisingly he’s not lashing at me immediately like I though he would. Or someone else. It’s going rather unexpectedly. I am absolutely loving it. It gets boring when you can predict things, and I’m old, so its easy to predicts anything.

‘’The troops in the back saw the massacre and fled. The ones who remained died honourably. I’d suggest a clean-up as soon as possible, we all know what happens to an ogre’s body only an hour after a fight.’’ I point out to which Yoongi nods.

‘’Send patrols to the boarder of the estate, send scouts to kill off the cowards. I want no prisoners.’’ He orders glancing to his right at his brothers. But Jin remains glaring at him, I think ready to mouth him off. Its Namjoon that goes into action stepping forward and bowing his head.

‘’Yes, your highness, consider it done.’’ And with that he’s marching over to Seokjin and tugging him away, forcefully and unluckily visible to others. The murmurs begin again, but I hold my gaze on the boys. Hoseok won’t even look at me, he’s staring straight ahead, the way his mouth is indicates he’s very upset. Jimin is ice cold, like his powers he’s making me shiver from the sharpness of his glare. Jeongguk is glaring at the skulls around Yoongi’s throne, and I know he’s going to start fidgeting soon. And then there’s Taehyung staring straight at me, with his eyes dark. Very dark. I feel as if he’s planning my murder, and honestly, I’m a bit scared even now knowing who I am and what I’m capable off (what he is capable off). But as a particular murmur catches my ear I turn my head to the right quickly, the noblemen shutting up as they all look at me, with serious expressions the ones I make eye contact with quickly avert their eyes in fear. Pfffff cowards.

‘’Now then…’’ Yoongi’s voice echoes briefly around the room ‘’What to do with you?’’ at that I smirk again and turn forward looking at him shamelessly expression and eyes softening. I keep still and my composure relaxed but not in a disrespectful way.

‘Many things hopefully.’ Is the first thing that comes to mind but I keep my mouth shut. He’s a prince, and he’s about to take over the throne and the whole kingdom, given as his cousin is out of the equation now. I might have been on this world for millennium, and I served for his father, and acted silly and cocky around him, but Yoongi is different. He’s even more powerful than his old man was, and that man did change the world not only once. So that’s why even if I can beat Yoongi, if I’m superior I don’t want to make him a laughing stock or hurt him in any way including making a wrong gesture, or move, or say the wrong thing. For him I’m willing myself back and I’m okay with it.

‘’However, your majesty seems fit, I’ll accept whatever you decide.’’ I reply back properly impressed with myself actually. The young prince nods in acknowledgement but remains silent, bringing his hand up two fingers brushing over his lower lip as he clearly is thinking about this. And then the murmurs are back which is starting to piss me off. Even I’m being extra respectful and they can’t keep their mouth shut for one goddamn minute.

‘’Tradition.’’ Comes a statement out of the blue, rendering everything eerie silent again ‘’You should honour tradition! And the law!!!’’ the speaker steps forward finally. And, ohohoho. As much as I want to smile now, to give him something to be nervous about I would prefer to spit in his face.

‘’What law would that be, Lord Kang???’’ Yoongi asks unimpressed his long dark eyelashes brushing over his pale cheeks so elegantly it makes me shallow with difficulty from how mesmerizing he is.

‘’She killed your father!’’ the statement echoes around and more murmurs begin even between the soldiers, some of the nobles agree with the man immediately other remain questioning the claim ‘’General L/N killed our beloved king. After refusing countless proposals, after so many gifts she received, it all just wasn’t enough for her. She killed him. I saw it!!!’’ and the uproar now is proper people almost immediately starting to shout while Kang goes to shout back answers, nodding his head along, staring and pointing at me accusatory basically spilling lies.

I only raise an eyebrow at how they spit and curse my name, calling me every kind of offenses. Scoffing silently, I roll my shoulders and dare a glance towards the boys on the left. It’s a different story here. The soldiers are talking in hushed voices, while the boys remain silent with pained and sceptical expressions, masks for the moment broken as they glance at each other for confirmation or any kind of indication. Turning forward, I square up my shoulders and look at Yoongi whose glaring at the demons on his left, still looking lost in thought.

‘’That is a serious claim Lord Kang.’’ The prince speaks up looking annoyed to my eye ‘’Do you have proof of your claims??’’

The lord snorts which makes me cringe openly ‘’I’m a lord, your majesty. We do not lie to our kings and leaders.’’ He goes on and bows down to Yoongi. It’s all overexaggerated if you ask me.

‘’So, I should believe you and not General L/N? I should disregard anything she might say from now on???’’

Kang straightens up looking at me as if I’m filth to which now I raise both eyebrows and blink staring at him expectantly biting onto my lower lip trying not to laugh at this situation ‘’She’s a mere commoner, your majesty. General or not, your father made mistakes as any of us do. She isn’t of royal descent, not a cell on her body is royal, or pure.’’ wow daring words ‘’And yes, General L/N…’’ he goes and bows only his head down at me to which I nod back smirking now ‘’…you’ve won us many battles, you’ve protected the king, and now the royal prince. But for your sins you must be dealt with.’’

‘’Wars.’’ Comes the statement before I can put my two cents in, which puzzles me. Turning to the left it’s Taehyung that’s glaring holes at the lord ‘’She won wars. Not only that, she saved lives of our people, your ancestors, secured your family, to be safe while she risked her life instead. And now you’re accusing her of something as stupid as…’’ Hoseok takes a step to the side which makes Taehyung shut up and take a step back, shutting his mouth and looking down. But I can see he’s shaking with anger. And I feel pride, and…love. Waw I’m getting cheesy, this whole human thing turned me into a softie (says the one covered in blood, and guts).

‘’Know your place child!’’ Kang snarls Yoongi glaring at him with an emotionless expression. Judging by the way his fingers are tapping against the throne its clear he’s getting angry himself.

‘’This is unacceptable.’’ Another man steps forward angrily.

‘’Very disrespectful, he should be punished!’’ another one adds.

‘’How can we expect prosperity, and riches for our people, and good lives if your closest subjects disrespect you, your majesty?!?’’ oh okay well now they are doing it. Irritating me for real. Because insulting me I’m fine with that, I got so much shit when I first started to climb up the ranks which made me immune to many things, but insulting Yoongi and Taehyung or any other of my boys its wayyyy over crossing the line!!!

‘’How was my father killed?? You claim you don’t have any proof, and say you’re above our general. Explain this traitorous murder that happened.’’ Yoongi asks instead rendering the mumbling men lost, and everyone tuning to Kang whose heads snaps to me, eyes filled with hatred. And that’s just doom right there, hatred and grudges. But we demons love grudges and hate, and anger and all that. The difference is that he is calling death for himself.

‘’Seduction and a dagger, through the heart. Everybody saw it, that night. You were only a wee lad your majesty but I remember. We remember when the fires were lit up.’’ Kang goes on dramatically. Turning forward Yoongi’s dark eyes are already fixated onto me. I easily pick up onto the whispers. A cold shiver runs down my spine uncomfortably as something in my stomach tightens and I intake air quickly ‘’There was a ball that night, celebrating another win for us. We’ve killed another angel that day. A feast, the finest drinks from all over the world, and the dancing. It was all tinted with the king’s demise.’’

I glance down briefly at my footing, but tilt my head to the side, the shadows on the ground look unnatural as they are rushing towards me, crawling closer across the polished floors ‘’It was exactly as it is now, L/N Y/N was covered in our kings’ blood and on the run. She disappeared into thin air after that and everyone can testify that, there’s your proof.’’

I sigh calmly as I feel the shadows, as the gentle caresses which you get in water by certain currents, touch the metal of my armour quickly sliding underneath it onto the cloth sliding upwards, rendering my lower half immobile.

‘’Many demons and creatures disappeared on that night.’’ Hoseok speaks up ‘’My lord.’’ He adds through his teeth as he glares at Kang ‘’So it could have been anyone who knows how to wield a dagger.’’ I narrow my eyes slightly as I continue starting at Yoongi seeing his pupils how they bleed into a grey colour, more and more as the shadows raise upwards, rendering me immobile properly having crawled up till my neck. But not a flare of fear sparks in me.

‘’Don’t be foolish, boy.’’ Kang hollers ‘’Don’t disrespect me! I don’t understand why do I have to constantly repeat myself to you toddlers, where everyone else understands me properly. I have witnessed the crime that occurred by her hands in cold blood! She didn’t get what she wanted she turned on her king, and her kingdom to get power one way or another! She deserves to die! Death is the only way she can redeem herself.’’

And because of that statement a chuckle leaves my throat which gets the agreeing men to shut up as they stare at me in disbelief ‘’Sorry.’’

‘’Are you mocking us???’’ Kang is suddenly there in front of me ‘’How dare you!’’ he raises his hand up and is quick to smack it down, right across my right cheek. But no sound leaves my mouth. The slap only tingles over my cheek, and I’m still a bit high off the adrenaline. Besides that I have taken harsher hits than this one was. For effect I let my head hang sideways and, the few strands of hair that fell from the ponytail I made before, cover my expression as I glare down at the ground ‘’We’re going to cut your tongue out first! It will teach you that insolence has no place here! Peasants don’t belong here!!!’’

I click my tongue and lift my head blowing the strands of hair from my face trying hard not to just spit fire right at him. Its brewing inside me, and it’s getting hotter and hotter the closer he inches.

‘Kill her!!! Death for the peasant! She killed the king!! Death to the general!!! She’s only a peasant!!!’ the shouts start to go off suddenly, but only the lords are shouting and giving out exclaims. The soldiers are silent. I think I fought with some of them, or maybe I fought along with theire fathers.

‘’I told you I was going to ruin you.’’ Kang suddenly gets way to close for liking, and whispers glaring at me his eyes shifting into something sexual and something that’s very much so wrong ‘’You should have never denied my offer.’’ He goes on shaking now from all the emotions he’s feeling. The shadows that are holding me are starting to get more restless. Only now it daunts onto me that...I’m the only one picking onto the whispers. He doesn’t seem to be hearing them as they get more frantic.

‘’Like I shouldn’t have denied the king’s?’’ I start as the chants get louder and louder, the soldiers above us shifting. Suspicious. He chuckles arrogantly completely blind to what’s happening around and in front of him.

‘’You truly are insane.’’ He mumbles as my eyes snap forward onto Yoongi who’s leaning forward in his chair, staring at me with a frown. He’s tense, ready for anything and yet his focus is completely on his shadows that are gathered here. And the soldiers above us just won’t stop moving. But I do miss that Taehyung moved closer to the soldiers, and Hoseok has gone over to calm down the lords as he’s a royal too and they should listen to him somewhat ‘’It’s a shame.’’ Kang says ‘’We could have done so much together. Pity.’’ He murmurs learning closer taking a strand of my hair to take a whiff of it, before he lets it go looking at me remorsefully but still with lust that’s just making my stomach turn ‘’Your majestyyy…’’ he goes on triumphally turning around, while I turn my head back seeing a younger solider, suddenly rush off and is quick to disappear around a column. I think I know what’s going to happen, even though I don’t think Kang is actually ballsy enough to let this happen but my body reacts automatically. It’s a gut feeling.

I charge forward pushing and slamming with my right side right into the much heavier man, making sure that my hit will force him to topple over. I can see Jimin on my left break into a run, straight ahead…he wants to collide with me and push me away…I think. But luckily enough Yoongi’s shadows like I estimated reach for the fallen lord who has risen only up on one foot. The shadows easily wrap him up, which forces the dagger he was holding to fall on the ground. All the while that’s happening I reach the polished stairs which you can see your reflection in. Lifting my feet, I’m quick to raise up getting closer to Yoongi as Jimin’s attention goes onto one of Kang’s men plainly attacking him.

And then… ah I hate it when I’m right sometimes. The outcome can be a bitch if it doesn’t go exactly as I plan. And I didn’t exactly paln it out properly this turn of events this far ahead. Yoongi is staring at me with a hard glare face and our bodies only a few centimetres apart. He’s pissed but I’m not sure for a moment if he’s pissed at the others or me, and I get this image of the shadows swallowing me whole. But instead I feel them raising up my leg slower than before which has me frowning at the sensation alone.

He’s the one getting me quickly frustrated as I’m not the one who needs a shield or protection. This whole time I remained unharmed in general, the few scrapes and scratches don’t count. Still having a proper hold on my sword, I twist my wrist, guiding the blade to raise upwards and stand up tall right behind me.

And no, I’m not that cool, I’m clumsy even now in the right state of mind as my grip wobbles, but the metal blocks the arrow successfully that was meant to pierce the crown prince straight through his heart. The sword of course as I don’t have a solid grip on it, bounces back bumping me directly with the flat end over the back of my head. Awkwardly with my left hand I do manage to grab it, thanks to Yoongi catching it properly at the hilt, as my hand is barely clutching it on the end of the handle.

Yoongi’s other hand reaches for my shoulder, and since I’ve known him he easily moved me and made me do whatever he wished (the manipulation was cute and innocent, he didn’t force me into anything bad) but this time as his thin long fingers grip onto my shoulder, I remain in place turning my head to the right eyes finding the archer who shoot the first arrow. He’s standing right in the centre of the balcony with two archers standing near him as protection, meaning he’s the best of them.

‘’Shoot!!!!’’ Kang suddenly shouts as well as Yoongi shouts ‘’Kill them!!!’’ and that’s how chaos is born. I glance at Yoongi for a second, to check if he’s okay knowing he is but wanting to be sure, wanting to see the glimer of silver in his pupils. Taking a step back I spin on my heels sword at the ready leaving his fingers fluidly, as another arrow flies, Kang’s men clearly not hesitant with attacking us.

The lords are quick to retreat to the corner of the throne room, the doors they are heading off to locked and sealed. Cowards. Meanwhile the brave men, the ones loyal to Yoongi remain and draw out their weapons ready to fight the small bunch in the crowd. But the problem is Kang as he is the head of the lords, and his men are trained well and are killing more good soldiers than I’d like. But my main task is to cut off the arrows, protect the crowned prince and the man I love, whom I already gave my heart to.

‘’Interficite omnem!!’’ (Kill them all) a shout comes, but I’m to busy glaring at the archers upstairs to actually do anything else.

‘’Pull your shadows back, make a shield for yourself…’’ I end up shouting as a soldier rushes forward at the same time as an arrow flies, now mean for me. I swing my sword as if I would a baseball bat, arrow now deflected, and with the movement I raised my right foot up, which I proceed to kick forward, the soldier’s sword clashing into the front of the greave that’s protecting my leg successfully so. My foot comes in contact with his chest, and there he goes stumbling down the stairs, crashing into another solider.

Two strong hands grab onto the back of my chest plate and tug me backwards harshly, as two arrows now miss me hitting and breaking on the marble tiles on the ground where I was just standing. The gentle whispers I’ve gotten accustomed to, are now hisses and sometimes wails. But they are right in my ears, and a moment later the gentle caressing is back.

‘’No Yoongi…’’ I start to protest but swing my sword to chase away another soldier, as I pick up Jimin’s grunts and snarls of annoyance on my other side. Letting go of my concentration and worry about Yoongi for a second, I’m quick to disarm the solider slicing under the open helmet he’s wearing, blood spurring out. Assessing the battle, there’s only a few of our soldiers left, and the loyal lords are cornered across the room with Kang in the front looking like he’s getting ready to deliver another speech. The man has a silver tongue,and it is the only reason why he’s been able to raise up in ranks.

An arrow zooms past me, missing my ear for an inch. Turning back up the main archer is still clearly well equipped with many arrows and keeps shooting down, with two bodyguards at his sides. It makes me growl at him, as he shoots an arrow but I stand my ground.

‘’No!!’’ its Yoongi who shouts, and makes a jump towards me while Jimin is battling off more soldiers with his icy powers, having probably lost his sword. Hoseok isn’t that far away from us, but Yoongi the idiot he is jumps out in the open and towards me. The arrow only grazes the armour, stopping it enough so I can actually grab a hold of it. My brain catches up with the event a moment later, which prompts me to move forward yell stuck in my throat.

I grab onto Yoongi just as he grabs onto me, but force him to stand before me making the stupidest move I could have ever done; turn my back to the battle and danger ahead ‘’Pull your shadows onto yourself…’’ I start trying to push him sideways closer to Jimin and Hoseok who are still struggling with pushing the soldiers away, but there’s only the two of them. Taehyung is left in the corner of the room somewhere his grunts recognizable easily and Jeongguk has just disappeared hopefully not getting himself killed.

Which means I’m Yoongi’s last but first defence ‘’No! You’re going to get yourself hurt! I’ll handle this, you just need to grab the others and go…’’ he stubbornly persists on cupping my face, an arrow shoots hitting the side of my armour again, and bullseye-ing the smallest crack where only experienced arches know where to aim and succeed at it. But his shadows protect me from the blow, not even hissing or anything. The urgency in the whispers that have subdued are still present. A battle cry from a demon behind me, makes me push the prince away harshly, to get enough room to swing my sword up and deflect his blow holding my sword a bit wobbly as I didn’t readjust my standing position. He growls eyes blazing as he stares at me with blankness. Oh man he’s in for the kill this one.

And then his eyes widen. Glancing down the shadows that are wrapped around me have formed into a sharp spike that buried itself into the demon. Taking a step back he falls backwards, but I look up deflecting yet another arrow. This has to end; this whole thing has been messy from the very beginning.

My skin starts to tingle as my emotions raise up, anger and frustration of todays events piling up finally as I let myself feel them. Fire is the first element that easily ignites, sparkling over the tips of my fingers and grows into a proper fire consuming both my hands. The shadows do hiss and retreat but still remain on me as well as the flame that isn’t hurtful to them. It only brings reassurance in the chaotic mess of my surroundings and emotions. The results? The flame gets everyone attention to get directed at me, and once meeting Kang’s changed electric blue eyes the flame only grows spreading up my arms, while the asshole starts shouting to his men to kill me, the lords now forgotten for the moment.

‘’Get out Yoongi.’’ I state sparing a glance back at the stunned, but also angry looking prince.

‘’No.’’ I want to protests immediately push him away myself, but he’s quick stepping away from me, shadows now spurring from everywhere materializing and not simply crawling on the ground. They are all coming from him and are darker looking, like waves slithering across the ground unnaturaly. There are chandeliers, and torches lit around casting to much of bring lights for the shadows to spread out like they are doing. And it gets all the soldiers to stop what they are doing, and all of them nervously glance to the ground combat literally halted.

My fire is quick to burn out, as I take in the air that’s circling the room. With a flick of my wrist, and curling of my fingers a breeze moves around, ruffling clothes, and hair and extinguishing the torches. Its not much but it’s something to boost Yoongi’s power up. His father had powers, great dark powers, but nothing like him. And I know I’m repeating myself by now, but being fully awake I sense it. What he holds within. And it’s the same type of madness, that is inside me. I want to say we’re on equal ground, which I’ve never felt, or encountered in another being. It’s fascinating but also scary.

Readjusting my fingers across the handle of my sword, which I’m still holding, I watch as the shadows dance around tantalizing the demons around us.

‘’I suggest you drop your weapons, if you want your lives speared.’’ The prince speaks with a deep and serious, monotone tone. I can’t spare him a glance to see what’s going on in his head, I keep my eyes around but mostly flickering to the archers above us. I respect the guy that kept mostly shooting me, he’s really the best of the best, but I’m ready to kill him sooner rather than later. But like the others he has raised his hands up in a surrender like motion, but with his bow he’s still holding three arrows expertly.

It takes a second or two, and then the soldiers start to drop their weapons, while Yoongi’s men remain holding onto theire own. But when it comes to Kang…he remains glaring at the prince with the blue in his eyes. His ability is actually, to be able to boil someone’s blood. It’s a slow process but with it he can manage to kill anyone and torture them to great lengths to get the information he needs. Man, of many talents yeah, but a traitor. And now as his glare is directed at Yoongi, it clicks what he’s trying to do.

‘’Your majesty…’’ he starts while the boys start rounding up the men Jeongguk approaching Kang while he takes a step forward ready to plea or demand another law to be brought up or a birth right, but frankly I’m tired of all of this. I step in front of Yoongi even though he’s dangerous even to me in this state. But no fucks are given as his life is in question. With precision, and after having practiced this ridiculous move over a thousand of times (it was a stupid bet I made which made me learn this “skill”), I spin my sword in my hand, and let it fly forward, straight ahead. My eyes are quick to dart upwards onto the archer who’s quick to stab one of ours, with an arrow and proceeds to place the bloody arrow, into the bow. He meets my eyes hatred filling his, eyes colouring into an electric blue ones, just like Kang’s.

It all happens to fast. As the shout of the once great man echoes in the throne room, I throw myself at the prince again facing the archer as he shoots all three arrows now with an extra push it seems, because even with the powers I’m graced with I can’t stop what happens next.

The arrows unlike before easily pierce the armour that’s made with the toughest metal on earth, and dug up from the veryyyyy debts of hell. After all it is not completely indestructible. That’s why it isn’t that big of a shock that it gives in. I feel as if something simply prickles me. Once. Twice. And the thrice I have enough brain cells working to move my hand, anddd…thrice. The shadows now properly start to hiss, and shout, and wails fill my ears with such high frequency sounds that I feel like they are going to make my ears bleed.

Miraculously, or probably due because of the numbness that spreads over me I don’t fall onto my knees or collapse, despite the throbbing in my chest, my hip, and hand that’s only intensifying pain gradually like a flood gate has been released spreading, my body clearly reacting to it while my brain is still at a standstill eyes focused on the electric blue eyes. Its as if he has hypnotized me, I can’t look away, even when something shakes me. But that’s when I regain my senses, as I blink confused meeting with a shouting Yoongi who cups my face with shaky hands, while the shouts of the shadows become more intense, but instead of making me deaf they go right past my ears. With the corner of my eyes, I notice its bothering everyone else as they are holding their ears.

So, it’s affecting them and not us. And Yoongi I think is oblivious to what’s happening around us, as the room gets more dim the shadows swallowing the chandeliers as they raise and fill out the room, shouting as if they are in agony. And its puzzling to me. My eyes dart down onto his body, but like before there’s not a thing standing out of place. He looks perfect like always.

But the nagging feeling of something hurting him, has my eyes drifting away seeing the struggling archer fighting approaching me whilst at the same time, take his chance to kill the royal prince. A growl from the monarch himself has the archer imobiled, cracking sounds brefly ghosting my hearing as his body twists oddly and then drop down, dropples of blood hitting a now fuming Jeongguk as he stands inches away covered in crimson splatters.

My head gently gets rolled back eyes landing on my beloved who is staring at me with pleading eyes, mouth moving and yet words and sounds muffled to my ears. I furrow my brows in confusion looking down at his lips trying to read them.

‘’…wake up…Y/N…please…snap out of it…’’ the words are weird. Why is he telling me this? Y/N? Is that my name? It must be…why can’t I remember who am I?? I just know I love him, and that…that...he is very precious and I need to protect him. As the pain gets intolerable, as if something pokes me in the brain, it registers how much agony I’m really in. But no shout comes, only my lungs deflating and eyes becoming heavy as well as my body.

He’s quick to react stepping forward before I can even think of stepping back. His arms wrap around me, taking a hold of the weight. Weight of the world that I feel like I have settled over the shoulders. And then his cool hand is back over my forehead and then my cheek, as he readjusts my head to rest comfortably against him. I stare at the way his eyes frantically take me in, my body going limp while he becomes taller, which makes me figure that he laid us down and is keeping me in his lap. But the worry in his beautiful silver irises, I’m not a fan off. I like it when he smiles. Because I can make him smile, I remember that much. And only around me, I know that’s the only time he actually laughs, or chuckles. His chuckles and giggles are the cutest thing I have ever heard.

‘’Yooongiii-yahhh…’’ I drawl his name out slowly, mouth filling up with an iron flavoured liquid. But I try keeping it down, and keep my face decent, despite falling asleep. I’m so rude. Falling asleep on him, and it’s not like I want to but I am feeling tired. Very, very tired.

‘’Yahhhh Y/N-ahhhh!!!’’ he shouts voice so rich and clear ‘’You need to wake up!’’ the exclaim brings a smile to my lips and a raspy cough as I try gulping down the annoying liquid cursing it in my mind, as it spills over the corner of my mouth ‘’Don’t you dare fall asleep on me…’’ he goes on angrily cool hand cooling me down ‘’Its an order!!’’ at that I want to snort, but my lungs have stopped working.

‘’Jagi…’’ but even though he’s looking like a god, skin white and pure like snow, hair darker than the night sky, red plump lips saying my name in a way that feels like dripping honey to my own ears, his hands gentle holding me with such strength but he’s treating me like I’m made out of glass.

‘’Don’t you dare!!!’’ he warns leaning in closer, lips landing on my own. But instead of my eyes widening they close shut a smile forming on my lips ‘’I love you.’’ Comes a whisper a moment later which gets my heart to pump faster holding on as much as it can, despite my mind getting hazy ‘’I love you, so you can’t leave me you hear me…you can’t…Y/N-ahh…’’

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Alii dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon) - CS Werewolf AU - Ch 19

Title: Alii dimidium Lunam (The Other Half of the Moon) by @artistic-writer artwork by @cocohook38 & @artistic-writer

Rating: E (overall rating) for explicit sexual content, language and themes throughout. Trigger warnings will follow and be added as they are needed to avoid spoilers.

Art by @cocohook38 - Poster - Emma - David - Killian - James - Walsh - Graham - Liam - Brennan - Ruby

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A/N: Werewolf Sunday! Here is ch 19 guys - sorry it’s late but I am back at work now, and I forgot to queue it up!

Massive thanks to my wonderful betas, @hookedonapirate who is one of the best beta’s this fandom has to offer - I seriously love her guys, and she deserves all the good things <3 <3 and @kmomof4 to whom this fic is also gifted for her birthday and for creating the @cssns Thank you to my crew, @hollyethecurious @resident-of-storybrooke @courtorderedcake @doodlelolly0910 and special thanks to @killian-whump @killianmesmalls and @sherlockianwhovian for how they helped with the last few chapters. And to @flipperbrain who drew THIS piece of art for this fic in December, before it was even written!

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“To Graham and Ruby!” Brennan declared loudly, arm raised above his head and a small, glass tumbler in his hand. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, and the sound of ice cubes clinking the side of glasses echoed in their corner of the pub as Liam and Killian joined him in his toast.

“Graham and Ruby!” Liam echoed gleefully.

“To Graham and Ruby,” Killian repeated quietly, his voice a soft whisper next to his brother’s. He was happy for his friends, he really was, but he was also now sitting in a public place with his brother and his father, so his anxiety was a little spiked. He gave his father a suspicious sideways glance as he threw his head back and swallowed the rum in his glass, the burn of the liquid causing a warmth in the pit of his stomach.

Three glasses hit the dark wooden table together, years of grime evident in the thickness of the lacklustre varnish coat. It was patchy, shiny in places where others were dull and Killian tapped his outstretched arm at the spot next to his glass. His focus was on his fingertip, the nail digging into the soft table top where it really shouldn’t, and he ground his back teeth a little as a silence fell over their table.

“So,” Brennan began, twisting his body in the chair next to Killian’s so he was facing his son.

Killian knew what was coming and he held up his hand to cut him off, his pointed finger turning into a balled fist instantly. “Please, don’t apologise again,” he bit out.

“Killian,” Liam admonished, a frown on his face. “Not here,” he warned gently, scooting his chair forward under the table when a gaggle of humans sauntered past laughing.

“Look, Killian, you asked me here, remember? I can just as easily not be here.” Brennan looked to Liam for help with his wayward youngest, but neither had time to say a word before Killian snapped again.

“Oh, that’s what you are good at, isn’t it? Running away.” Killian slumped back in his chair, fist balling even harder on the table, leg twitching under the table and bobbing up and down on the ball of his foot.

“Okay, let’s all just calm down for a second. Shall I get us some more drinks?” Liam pushed himself to his feet, pausing to await Killian’s response. He was met with silence, his brother clearly haunted by not only his past but also more recent events.

“I’m not sure that would be wise.” Brennan shook his head, pointing at Killian accusingly. They had been in the pub some hours, firstly to celebrate the birth of Davin and then, once the excitement had dissipated, to talk over Kilian’s plan.

Killian had wanted answers. He was convinced his father’s mistakes could change his future, teaching him how to avoid the council and allow him to be with Emma. Only, his father had given him nothing more than the cold, hard realisation that the more he tried, the less likely it would ever be that he could be with Emma. Maybe if she was a lesser wolf, but the heir to Misthaven would never be able to simply disappear. “I think your brother has had enough,” Brennan whispered low, his words directed at Liam.

“I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough!” Killian’s voice boomed over the table and the barman shot them a look. “Maybe you should get some more drinks, Liam,” Killian spat, waving an arm towards the bar. “Father might not return if he goes.” Liam sighed, rolling his eyes at his brother’s childish antics and gave his father a knowing nod before making his way to the bar. Brennan watched him go, his demeanour and patience for Killian wearing thin.

“Now, see here, boy,” Brennan growled, leaning over and grabbing Killian by the head. His hand splayed out over the younger wolf’s skull, fingers digging into the thin covering of flesh painfully, and Killian tried to pull away uselessly. “I’m sorry I don’t have the answers you want,” he growled into Killian’s ear, eyes flicking around the pub in case anyone was watching. “But if you want to play this little dominance act, then I would be more than willing to take this outside.” Killian gave his father a sideways glance, their ears touching, and Killian turned his head away from his father’s stare as best he could in his position. “Better,” Brennan said softly, loosening his grip.

“Get off of me,” Killian spat through clenched teeth, wrenching his head from his father’s grip.

Brennan cocked his head sideways, taking in his broken son. Scars, fresh and old, littered Killian’s body from what he could see, and his heart softened instantly. Brennan had known bigger, pureblood wolves with less marks than his son. Killian’s fury was justified, his frustrations even more so. Brennan understood how he just wanted to be with the woman he loved, he had known that feeling, but he also knew Killian was trying to distract himself from the mental scars of being tortured.

It wasn’t his fault. He was half human after all.

“Killian, I can help you be a better wolf,” Brennan coaxed. “Faster and stronger. You can protect yourself, for next time.”

Killian stifled a laugh. “I don’t plan on being tortured again any time soon.”

“Of course not, but…” Brennan didn’t have time to finish his sentence before Killian cut him off anger, his words venomous and spiteful.

“It’s clear you cannot help me with what I need, so stop trying to find ways to bond with me. We are not the same, we never will be. Liam might have forgiven you for breaking our mother’s heart, but you would have to really sacrifice to win my trust.”

“Is your hatred for me or Neverland right now?” Brennan asked gently, trying to pull his son out of his rage. “Or do you just hate wolves?” he suggested, watching Killian flinch at his words.

Killian looked up at his father, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he ground his teeth once more. He was void of expression, the cold, dark stare he was giving his father full of resentment that he couldn’t control. Killian’s inner wolf was channelling his rage and Emma had unlocked the beast, paving the way for his true nature to reveal itself, and whilst it was a human-like wolf for her, he seemed unable to contain his wolfish humanity right now. Killian had thought he was okay with his father, had thought he understood the reasons behind his departure, but as it turned out, he was no closer to being able to welcome him with open arms than he had first thought.

“The only pureblood I’ve seen you tolerate is Humbert,” Brennan sighed, waving a hand at Killian.

“He saved my life,” Killian growled defensively.

“He’s still a purebred, Killian. A big, bad wolf who has done his fair share of killing for his pack. He might have been your savior, but tell me,” Brennan pried, leaning forward until his elbows were resting on the table. He laced his fingers and licked his lips, eyebrows arching on his forehead. “Do you not see how we are all the same?”

“I’m nothing like you. You made Liam and I without a second thought. If you had cared, you would have just left our mother alone and not forced us into this life.” Killian’s cheeks flushed with his anger, pricking pink under his assaulting words, his voice low and even so only a Were could hear.

“So we’re all monsters,” Brennan surmised sarcastically.

“No, not all pureblood wolves are monsters,” Killian grumbled with a shake of his head.

“Of course,” Brennan nodded with realisation. “The Nolan wolf. Emma.”

“Don’t you say her name,” Killian challenged, looking his father up and down from across the table, sizing up his potential opponent for battle. “Blood doesn’t matter with us…”

“And it didn’t with your mother and I,” Brennan interrupted. “And yet, we were ripped apart. Forced apart by the powers that be, the powers that govern our kind.” Killian shot him another look, nostrils flaring. “Her kind, Killian. She is a pureblood.”

“We’ll find a way to be together,” Killian said defiantly. “I will not fail where you have. I will fight for love.”

“Listen to you. You think Nolan will accept you because his daughter loves you? You’re wrong, Killian, and you’re going to get yourself killed.”

“I’m willing to die for love,” Killian said in a shaky breath, swallowing hard when his own words took him by surprise. “For some of us, love is more powerful than fear.”

“Is that what you think me leaving you, your brother and the woman I loved was?” Brennan snorted a laugh, slamming his hand down on the sticky table surface. “It wasn’t fear, my boy, it was sacrifice. I sacrificed my love, so that you could all survive.” Brennan’s ear tips turned red, something Killian knew that his own did when he was riled. “You may not believe it, but I love you, Killian. You are my son, and I love you.”

Killian was taken back by his father’s words, the air leaving his lungs and his face paling. He had waited his entire life to hear those words from his father, hear them actually spoken to him rather than in a general passing comment from his mother or brother. It shook him. He wasn’t ready to hear it. “Prove it,” he whimpered, his gruff voice shaking as tears pricked at his eyes. Brennan’s silence spoke volumes and Killian licked his lips, sucking in a defeated breath.

Killian pushed himself to his feet, stopping to look upon his father who was staring at his empty glass in contemplation. Of what Killian didn’t know, but he had given him enough of his time. He needed to get back to Emma, back to Liam’s loft and be with her, to make sure she was safe. He felt like only he could keep her safe but before he could make a move to exit the pub, his father grabbed his forearm and halted him in his tracks.

“Wait,” Brennan said desperately, flicking his gaze up to Killian with pleading eyes. The conflict on Brennan’s features made him frown and Killian titled his head curiously. “There is a plan,” Brennan began, his voice hushed. He tugged on Killian’s arm until his son sat back in his chair, just as Liam arrived back to the table with three fresh rums.

“What plan?” Liam asked dumbly, repeating the tail end of the conversation he had just walked in on.

“Hush, boy,” Brennan whispered gruffly, pulling Liam into his seat too. He leaned forward, chin inches from the grimy table top and both Liam and Killian mirrored his actions. “There is a plan to attack Misthaven,” he admitted, casting a glance around the bar in case they had been followed.

“What? When?” Killian demanded, sitting back up with panic in his eyes. If Misthaven was to be attacked, Emma had to know.

“Soon,” Brennan told him. “I’m sorry, that’s all I know.”

“And how can we trust a Neverland wolf?” Killian growled, wrinkling his nose in disgust and shooting Liam a glance. “After everything.”

“Killian, I didn’t know! Do you think I would have let him do those things to you if I had known you were his target?” Brennan bellowed, exasperated. “Walsh’s orders were to find the Nolan bitch but he got caught up in revenge. He has never stopped talking about how he would kill the wolf who gave him that scar.” Brennan's lips twitched into a proud smile that quickly faded away when he realised what he had said, and to who. “I didn’t mean…”

“Emma should know,” Liam insisted, distracting Killian from berating his father for his choice of words. Liam’s hand on his shoulder shook him roughly and he was confused for a second at Liam’s words. “She should go back to Misthaven.”

Killian snorted a laugh. “You’d both like that, wouldn’t you?”

“To warn her family!” Liam told him, irritated. “Family is important, Killian.” Liam stared at him, his blue eyes flecked with grey that spoke to years of knowledge that Killian would only hope to acquire. Liam was older and he had lived more, loved more and lost more than anyone he knew. “It’s why you can’t go with her,” Liam shook his head defiantly. “You have to warn her and then stay away, lie low.”

“Like hell I will!” Killian barked.

“He’s right,” Brennan piped up. “You will not be welcome at Misthaven. The alpha will kill you because of what you are. You’ll never be accepted.”

Killian looked between the two men, both fatigued and haggard, the lines on their faces from a combination of the sun and long years of worrying. Brennan most likely always worried about Killian, always wondering if he had survived his first change as Liam had. Wondering if he was as strong. Liam had aged through worrying for his brother, watched him try to find out who he was through fight after fight until his brawl with Walsh opened his eyes to his true nature. Killian had nearly killed Walsh that night, teeth stained red with blood as they had fled and Killian simply smiling with an arrogance that showed exactly how close his wolf nature was to taking over. It had chilled Liam to the bone at what his brother was capable of.

“I’ll take my chances at Misthaven. Can’t be as bad as what Neverland did to me,” he said sadly.

“Jesus, Killian,” Liam scolded. “Now is not the time to be stubbornly blinded by love, or lust, or whatever Emma’s heat is doing to you.”

“I’m not,” Killian bit out again.

“Then drop the hero complex and see sense!” Liam pleaded.

“This isn’t about being a hero, it’s about doing the right thing.” Killian pushed himself to his feet once more and straightened his jacket. “If you want to help, you’ll find out exactly when the attack is,” Killian said to his father, who nodded in agreement. “And help Graham get Ruby and Davin to a safe place,” he said to Liam. “If we can warn Misthaven before the attack, we could be spared.”

“This is madness,” Liam sighed into his hands, dragging his hands down his face. “David Nolan will never spare a mongrel. He exiled his own brother!”

“I have to try,” Killian said sadly, giving his brother a tight lipped smile.

Emma was beginning to worry. Killian had been gone for over three hours, talking with his father and Liam in a nearby pub. It was within walking distance but anything could’ve happened to him on his way back. Were they ambushed? Had Walsh finally found them? And why, after so long, had her lust not dissipated? Wolf heats were only supposed to last a few days at most, but it seemed Emma’s was hanging around.

And this time it was more intense than any before. It was definitely because of Killian, Emma had no doubt. From the second she had laid eyes on him in the bar, she was smitten. Using alcohol to lower their inhibition enough to fuck on his car was nothing, something she had done many times before, only this time it felt different. It felt real, warm, and she never wanted to feel any other way.

They were connected, Emma knew it and so did Killian. Whether they believed in the fates or not, there were just too many coincidences to prove their souls were anything but entwined. Emma could feel Killian all the time, his presence forever there, even when he was not. It calmed her a little to know she still felt him in the world, her heart beating in time with his wherever he happened to be, but her anxiety had been steadily growing as she awaited his return.

And it didn’t help that she was horny as hell.

When she finally heard the click of the door latch, Emma was on her feet and running to the door as fast as her legs would carry her. Killian had barely closed the door behind himself when he turned and was slammed into full force by Emma, all of the breath leaving his lungs from the impact as she jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her hands were in his hair, her mouth sliding against his as he walked them back into the loft, hands cupping her behind and holding her aloft. There wasn’t an inch between their bodies, Emma flattening herself to his chest and moaning against his mouth when her nipples pebbled against the fabric of her blouse, her back arching for more friction and her mouth parting to invite his tongue inside of her own.

Killian’s mind was in a fog. Everything he had meant to tell her had disappeared the second he opened the door and was overpowered by her scent. Emma was everywhere, in every room and he was immediately turned on, his thoughts invaded by their antics earlier that day. He knew his anger from talking to his father would evaporate with her love, love he craved like the air he breathed. He had needed to touch her, needed to feel her, needed to see her, and now she was all over him, saying everything all at once without uttering a single word.

Killian’s legs hit the edge of Liam’s couch and he fell forward, dropping Emma from his grasp, her fingers scraping through Killian’s scruffy beard and her lips tearing from his. She just had the foresight to grab onto his belt, looping her finger behind the leather strap and pulling him with her, his arms flying out to stop his descent so he didn’t crush her. Killian clambered over the couch arm, a sly smirk across his lips as he captured her mouth once more, tongue begging for entry immediately. His hands found the edges of her blouse, buttons flying in all directions when he pulled the opposing sides apart. Emma squeaked in delight.

Eyes closed, her hands threaded through his beard once more; it was longer than when they had met, but not distracting from his stunning good looks one bit. Her fingers itched to touch his skin, but from her current position she was helpless, only able to find his elfish ears and give them a playful tug, her open mouth smile letting a short, salacious laugh escape against his. Killian raised an eyebrow, not breaking the kiss or opening his own eyes, not an ounce of distaste towards the way Emma was abusing his ears. In fact, he kind of liked it.

Killian awkwardly kicked off his boots, letting them fall to the floor beside the couch with the dull thudding sound of rubber against wood. Emma let her hands roam over his skull, fingertips dancing over the chords of his neck and across the width of his shoulders, his eager panting turning her on more than she had ever thought possible. Killian’s hands kneaded her bra clad breasts roughly, thumbs brushing over the hard buds beneath the padded lace and Emma hooked her bare feet into the back of his thighs in response.

Her hands found his belt, the clatter of metal the only sound they could hear other than their breathing, but as she tried to pull it open, Killian grabbed her hands. Emma was confused for a second, about to pull her mouth from his when, with a smirk, Killian raised her arms above her head and crossed them at her wrists, holding them both against the couch with one, powerful hand. Emma let out a little appeased sigh, her lungs screaming for the oxygen that invaded her chest when Killian slid his mouth from hers and began kissing her face.

He kissed her cheek, flushed red from her arousal, the flesh like lava under his lips. His kiss-swollen lips found her ear lobe and when he latched his mouth onto the bulb of flesh, all of the hair on Emma’s neck stood to attention and she arched off the couch with a moan. Her hands grabbed at his, trying to be free but not really at the same time because the sentiment it gave her to be controlled by a more dominant wolf was intoxicating. She bit her bottom lip, hips bucking up into his as he teased his lips down her neck and slid his searing hot tongue across her collarbone, gobbling up her bra strap with his teeth and pulling it over the curve of her shoulder.

Emma gasped, her nipples hardening even more in their padded confines, the material of her bra chafing against the peaks as she writhed and strained against his grip. She whimpered in her throat, swallowing a hard lump down that she had forgotten to until now. Her mouth tasted of Killian, the burn of second-hand rum hitting the heat in her stomach like a firework and igniting the throbbing sensation between her legs.

Finally, with his own guttural growl, Killian rolled his hips and ground his hardening length into the apex of Emma’s thighs. It was like a paradoxical relief for both of them, sating their needs only temporarily, both of them taking a second to let out a breathy sigh. Killian’s grip on Emma’s wrists tightened, his forehead resting against her shoulder as he fought to compose himself with a shudder after inhaling the smell of her skin.

“Exquisite,” Killian hummed, the taste of Emma dancing on his tongue.

Emma turned her head and pressed her lips to his forehead, the only part she could reach and Killian offered her a quick, wolfish grin as he followed the curve of her breast with his mouth, planting delicate kisses to her skin with each of her heaving breaths. He smirked against her skin when she whined in frustration, his nose dipping into the valley of her breasts and inhaling even more of her strong musk, the perspiration that had begun to form there transferring her pheromones directly to his senses.

“I am helpless when you are around, Emma,” Killian told her tenderly. “I could savour you forever.”

He took his time, dragging the tip of his nose across her breasts, from one to the other and back again, inhaling her, tasting her in his mouth from smell alone. He thrust his hips at her again, his other hand skimming down the side of her body until it reached her hip, pushing her into the cushions of the couch when she tried to buck her hips back at him. Emma pouted but then a devilish grin erupted on her face when Killian’s hand found his jeans and popped open the button, pushing his fly down and sighing with relief when his erection finally sprang free from the fold in his boxers.

“There’s my big boy,” Emma purred, tilting her head back up to meet his gaze and biting her lip hungrily. “So much for savouring,” she purred. Killian grinned, his tongue skimming over the ridges of his canines before he surged forward once more and kissed her hard. Emma felt her neck spasm from the force and she could feel the tingle of pins and needles down her elevated arms. Killian must have read her mind because no sooner had she shifted her weight beneath him to relieve the ache, Killian released her arms and moved both his hands to the waistband of her leggings.

“Mine,” he muttered against her lips, his tone dark and feral. It set Emma’s blood on fire and she was lifted effortlessly as he tugged her leggings and her underwear down in one go, his fingernails scraping the skin on her hip and making her cry out.

“I was getting worried,” Emma smirked playfully. “I was scared something had happened.”

“Hmm?” Killian hummed through a daze.

“You were gone so long,” Emma panted, frowning when she realised he had stopped undressing her.

In the next second, Killian was hit with a sudden remorse, remembering the information he had come back to relay to the half naked woman in front of him. The smell of Emma’s arousal, the sweetness like a refreshing, thirst quenching drink, pulled him in, clouding his mind. He was dizzy, drunk on the temptation between her legs already and with a frustrated growl and a last inhale, he stood and tried to ignore the pounding blood in his engorged member.

“What?” Emma asked quickly, concerned, propping herself up on her elbows. Her hair was a mess, wisps of flyaway blonde sticking out in all directions from static and her blouse hanging open loosely. “Killian, what is it?”

“I can’t,” Killian growled to himself, righting himself to his feet and turning from her with a blush. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, tucking himself back into his jeans and ignoring the way his erection still strained against his fly as he rebuttoned them.

“What happened?” Emma pried, pulling the edges of her blouse together to cover her bra. Her skin still buzzed from his touch, but something was wrong, something had happened and for a second she felt guilty about putting her own urges before anything else.

“I…” Killian began, his face turning into a grimace as he tried to will away Emma’s scent. It was everywhere, invading his nostrils like a temptation he feared he could not resist much longer.

Emma lifted her legs and moved to a sit, scooting to the edge of the couch cushion and reaching to the floor, pulling her leggings back on. They would never get any conversation finished like this, her so tightly wound and him even more so. She stood, raking her fingers through her tousled hair and shaking it over her shoulders, moving to him, feet silently padding across the wooden floor.

“Killian?” Emma whispered gently, her hands smoothing over the material of his shirt that covered his back. He gasped, tensing momentarily before he relaxed into her touch, her talented fingertips kneading the ripple of muscles on his shoulders. Emma pressed her lips to his back, the material of his shirt tickling her lips as she kissed his spine, her hands sliding down his arms and her fingers lacing with his. “It’s okay.”

“I can’t think straight,” he grumbled.

“It’s okay,” Emma repeated, soothing his self-directed anger as she wrapped her arms around his slender waist. “Have I worn you out?” She teased, pushing herself onto her tip toes and tucking her chin into the curve of his shoulder.

Killian’s laugh vibrated through her chest as she embraced him, his hands finding hers and holding her to him lovingly. “Not a chance,” he quipped. “I have something to tell you and I think it would be better received if we were clothed.”

“Oh?” Emma pulled back a little, heels hitting the floor with a thump as she arched her brow. “Will it lead to more enjoyable activities?” Emma teased, her smile lighting up her face only briefly before Killian turned in her arms and she felt the pang of sadness he was emitting.

“Not this time, love,” Killian admitted sadly. He took her hands in his, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles and watching the motion of his digits intently.

He was nervous, but more than that, he was petrified of the words he was about to say. Emma would want to return home to warn her family, he knew that much was a fact, but he wasn’t sure how she would react to the news that he had already decided to go with her. He knew it was a death sentence, his brother’s warnings had not fallen on deaf ears, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was Emma, his half of the moon, and making sure she stayed shining as bright as she could.

Killian knew, with all his heart, Emma’s light would burn out if her father died. It was why he was willing to sacrifice his own life for hers. His life for her happiness. Killian knew he would never forgive himself if he didn’t tell Emma about the plot to attack Misthaven. She had a right to know, to be given the chance to stop it, and he would be there, fighting at her side, regardless of if he were welcome or not.

“What is it?” Emma asked worried, searching his face. “Killian, you can tell me anything,” she assured him softly, her hand reaching up to trace the outline of his brow, easing the tension.

He let out a nervous laugh, avoiding her gaze again. “I’m not sure there is any easy way to say this,” he faltered, swallowing hard.

“Killian, you’re scaring me,” Emma said, her face paling.

“It’s Misthaven,” Killian said, the word on his tongue already like the seal on his fate. “Neverland plans to attack Misthaven. James means to kill your father, Emma.” Killian looked up finally, Emma’s pupils wide and the edges of her eyes watery with tears that threatened to spring from her eyelids.

“How do you know?” She managed weakly.

“My father,” Killian told her with a slight hint of aggression. “He is trying to make amends, prove he loves me,” Killian bit out, the term of endearment striking anger into his heart. Emma gave him a confused look, her head shaking a little as she tried to fathom his words. “It doesn’t matter,” Killian dismissed his rant with a shake of his head. “I came to tell you as soon as I found out.”

“When?” Emma managed, dazed with anxiety.

“We don’t know,” Killian admitted sadly.

“You don’t know?” Emma screeched, stepping from his embrace and running her hands through her hair. She paced away from him, Killian’s heart-shattering.

“My father is trying to find out,” Killian assured her, trying to appease her stress.

“Can we trust him?” Emma spun back to face him and he answered her with silence. He had been asking himself the same question all day. “He is a Neverland wolf, right? Why would he tell us something like this?”

“I can only assume he feels guilty,” Killian shrugged, moving towards her and catching her as she paced past him. He wrapped her up in his arms, holding her to his chest and that was all Emma needed for the dam of sorrow to burst, hot, fat tears spilling down her cheeks. She buried her face against Killian’s chest, clutching the material of his shirt, her hands shaking as sobs wracked her body.

“This is my fault,” she cried.

“What? Absolutely not!” Killian told her firmly. “This isn’t and will never be your fault, Emma, you hear me?” He pulled her from his chest, clutching her face in his hands and dipping his head until he caught her gaze. Emma clutched his hands to her face, suddenly child-like and weak, and Killian titled his head sideways sympathetically. “You hear me?” He repeated softly, offering her a twitch of a smile when she finally met his gaze.

Emma nodded. Killian had the ability to calm her instantly, smoothing out the tension in her bones with a single action. It could be his touch, or his smile but it was always him. Part of Emma’s sadness was the realisation that their romance was now no longer fun, the true nature of their dangerous liaison hitting her like a truck. If she wanted to stay with Killian, she could, but they would forever be looking over their shoulders for Walsh or the Neverland pack. If she returned to Misthaven she would have to do so alone and she wasn’t sure which option scared her the most.

“I can’t lose you,” Emma sniffed, her hand sliding from his and flattening over his chest. Killian’s heart was racing in his chest, she could feel it thundering against her palm, because he was thinking exactly the same thing.

“You won’t,” he said softly, his voice cracking.

“I have to go home,” Emma whimpered.

“I know,” Killian barely whispered back, his forehead resting against hers. She let out another heart wrenching cry and his closed his eyes, fighting back his own tears that would stain his face at any second. He took a breath, the air between their faces minimal and with shaky lips, tilted his head and planted a soft kiss to Emma’s lips. “I’m coming with you.”

“What? No!” Emma cried. Killian nodded, holding her forearms as she tried to step back away from him once more.

“I’m coming with you to help your father,” he told her, affirming the fear on her face.

“Killian…” Emma began, shocked.

“I know,” he said softly, licking his lips. “But I can’t let you go alone. When the time comes, I have to come with you.”

“But, my father.” Emma didn’t have to say anything else because they both knew what it meant for him to even set foot on Misthaven land, let alone show up with the heir on his arm.

“It will be okay,” Killian lied, forcing a weak smile. “Family is important. I can’t in good conscience risk yours knowing I could have done something.”

“So is love,” Emma said on a breathy sigh. “Our love is important.” Her lower lip trembled as she looked up to him with wide eyes, blurry and filled with tears that never seemed to end. Dark lines stained her face and Killian cupped her cheeks in his hands, brushing away the fallen droplets with his thumbs.

“Our love is the most important thing in my life,” Killian told her tenderly, fingers tucking some stray hairs behind her ear.

“So stay here,” Emma pleaded. “Please. I’ll come for you when I’ve warned my father.”

Killian appreciated her attempts at trying to find a solution, but he had already been over the scenarios a thousand times in his head, and there was no situation he could think of where David Nolan accepted him. Not a single one.

“We both know your father will never let you return to me,” Killian sighed sadly.

Emma’s sobs began again and she threw herself into his arms, hand finding the back of his head and pulling his face to hers. She crushed her lips to his fiercely, kissing him desperately as even more tears fell down her face. He kissed her back, his despair etched into his cheeks by his own tears, lips quivering against hers. There was so much emotion in their kiss but they moved slowly, lips sliding gently with passion, breaths hitching from their sobbing like they might never get another chance.

“He’ll kill you,” Emma whimpered, her voiced lace with the most sadness Killian had ever heard.

“He can try,” Killian teased lightly, his lips curving into a small smile. Emma pressed her mouth to his again, tongue tasting the seam of his lips, memorising the texture and feel of them against her own.

“Is this what the dream means?” Emma cried, breaking the kiss but pressing her face to his. “The names on the tombstones? Are they ours?” Killian brushed his knuckles down the side of her cheek, shaking his head.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” Killian promised faithfully. “And I’ll be with you. Forever.”

“I love you,” Emma whispered on a sigh.

“And I you.” Killian kissed her again, long and slow, but he hated the fact that whilst he had promised he would always be with her, he didn’t know if he would be alive or just a memory in her heart.

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