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roselyn-writing · 10 months

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Icy Goddess Chapter 12

“Troubled Souls”

A/N: About the title; Welp, there’s nothing to explain! ;)

The chilly winds of Arktika blew over and gently moved the curtains Of Selviya’s room. She woke up because of it. She brushed her long glossy hair from her face. then she woke up, with an unstifled yawn that managed to escape her mouth, she quickly put her hand on her mouth while yawning, as a feeble effort to stop her yawn.

she went to the faucet to rinse her face and brush her teeth. after doing all that, she quickly wore a Lin-Kuei uniform then she headed to the main hall to see her friends.

It is the first time she wears a Lin-Kuei uniform, and she feels mixed emotions about it, but she knows that Kuai Liang will be happy once he sees her wearing it. she chuckled at this.

She heard the hushed voices of two familiar men; they are Cyrax and Smoke, Selviya doesn’t like to eavesdrop but she felt the need to do it. Because they seem troubled or something.

Selviya felt like a rude person but she didn’t like to eavesdrop further, so she quickly decided to leave them be and goes to see Kuai Liang or Bi Han.

Upon walking through Lin Kuei's old, mysterious, and awe-inspiring halls. She likes this place, and she wants to learn more about it. Sadly, Kuai Liang doesn’t mention anything to her. He only mentions short stories or short info about this place, Selviya can easily learn it all with her magic but again, she feels like she is intruding or trespassing. With a smile on her face, she mumbled.

“Time will tell”.

Once again, She heard the voices of Cyrax and Smoke. She hummed in pure relief that they are still social and willing to interact with people. Despite what happened to them, they are still fighting and nothing ever broke their spirits.

Selviya wished she can help more. But she didn’t want them to be indebted to her; She doesn’t want them to feel they are independent of her and only. she just wants them to be happy and smiling after all they had been through, she just wants to be the light in their lives. Not just in their lives, but In all people's lives.

She reached the man hall where she hopes that she can find Kuai eating his breakfast. She found him indeed, he was talking to a student near the table. She didn’t like to interrupt so she waited patiently for them to end the conversation.

The student left once the Grandmaster dismissed him, Then the Grandmaster left to drink tea before his morning meditation session.

Before Kuai put his hand on his teacup, Selviya greeted him “Hi! Good morning!”

He was startled by her voice, the cup nearly fell from his hand, but he kept his composure. which made her giggle at him.

“Good morning Love,” Kuai greeted back.

“Sorry about that,” she said with a smile “I was just too excited!”

“Don’t worry about it” He muttered, as he poured tea for himself.

She didn’t respond but she only gave him an ornery smile. he got used to her ornery playful smiles.

Before Selviya could say anything, Cyrax and Smoke enter the hall to have their breakfast.

She quickly turned her face to get a glimpse of them, they seem ordinary. No black bags under their eyes or anything. She quickly turns around so they won’t catch her staring at them.

Smoke and Cyrax sat on the table and started to pour themselves some water. Before they start a conversation they took a sip of water.

“Good morning Grandmaster and Grandmistress” Cyrax greeted.

“Good morning! přátelé!” Smoke greeted with a smile.

Both Selviya and Kuai smiled at this, Selviya didn’t respond but instead, she smiled at them.

“Good morning to you too, friends!” The Grandmaster greeted them back.

Selviya thought to herself; If Kuai didn’t mention anything about his past or Lin Kuei's past in general, she would know it from Cyrax and Smoke, of course, they would tell her anything she wants to know about. It is the least thing they can do to repay her, but again, she didn’t want them to feel indebted to her. She will ask them about Lin Kuei's history after they are healed and ready to face reality once again.

Selviya thought again, she can’t just ask them about the history of the temple or their clan. She knew if she did, she would open a lot of scars and remind them of old memories and wounds they tried so hard to forget and heal.

So, she sighs and told herself once again “Time will tell”. Or she can do what Aliyaa does, Use magic! Maybe she only needs to do a “revealing spell” or what Aliyaa called it.

She is lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Smoke calling her. “Krásná! Krásná!” Tomas's voice cut her trail of thoughts

“Ooh! I’m so sorry... I was.. remembering something!” She spoke.

“Oh no worries,” Tomas uttered.

“What were you remembering?” Cyrax chimed in

“I was remembering the first time I find out I’m a cryomancer,” Selviya answered quickly.

“You are a cryomancer?!” Both asked in astonishment.

“Surprised?” Selviya smirked.

Cyrax and Tomas were surprised because all they remember was that Selviya used some celestial magic, they don’t recall her being a cryomancer like the Grandmaster.

“Selviya is full of surprises,” Kuai Liang said proudly.

Cyrax and Tomas smiled “Definitely,”

“So, umm, got any nightmares or something?” Selviya prompted her tone laced with concern.

Cyrax and Tomas cringed at the mention of nightmares. These are the remaining effects of their slavery. One was a revenant, the other was a cyborg.

“Yes, there is,” Cyrax answered.

“Same here,” Tomas told.

“Don’t worry friends, It will be hard at first but you’ll be able to recover!” Kuai encouraged with a warm smile.

They smiled to him, they didn’t say anything at all. They only offered a smile.

Selviya felt bad for bringing up the nightmares and reminding them they were enslaved to do the villain bidding’s.

As the sensitive soul she is; she doesn’t want to annoy people or say something that hurt them or offend them.

a sudden realization washed and struck her! She is still pregnant.. well- no- she stopped the pregnancy process for a time, for a whole year. Then the pregnancy process will start.

She needs to be ready for it, It looks like she is right when she stopped the process because she can’t give birth to a dangerous environment; where two restored men suffered enslavement.

She just needs to help them recover and then she will be ready to give birth to her offspring.

She gently rubs her belly where she can feel the idle fetus due to the spell that Aliyaa put on her.

The Grandmaster doesn’t know of her pregnancy let alone cast a spell on herself to stop the process of it, she doesn’t want to tell him. However, she will when the time is right. For now, she has to work and make sure that everything is suitable for the child or children.

Deep down, she questions if she made the right choices in her life. But, Aliyaa told her one thing that she will always remember no matter what. That is don’t regret the decisions that one makes.

Looking back at it; She doesn’t regret putting the spell on herself. If anything she should be proud of herself. She only needs to create a safe environment, by helping the two men or the three men recover. Bi Han, Cyrax, and Tomas.

She only has a whole year to do it, and it is enough to make them recover and restore themselves.

Once again, she was lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear Kuai calling for her until he snapped his fingers to gain her attention.

“Heh, from Earth to Selviya!” Kuai called, he couldn’t contain his chuckles.

“Oh! Sorry again, Heh,” she chuckled.

His beloved had been lost in thoughts again, he couldn’t help but chuckle at her. She is so sweet, Innocent, and happy. He wants to kiss her right now, but he can’t do it in front of his friends.

Selviya decided that she will eat her breakfast. No more thinking of things that will make her mind drifts somewhere else. She took the fork and started to eat with manners so that she won’t gross them out or anything similar.

She munched on her food quietly, savoring the taste and everything. She takes glimpses of Tomas and Cyrax. They seem to talk freely and happily with Kuai. She couldn’t blame them, it had been a lifetime since they didn’t see their friend.

“So, Anděl! Tell us more about you!” Tomas prompted his voice thick with a Czech accent.

“Well, Where do you want me to start?” Selviya replied with her accent, British accent.

Secretly, Tomas loves Selviya’s accent, he thinks it made her cool and unique, he remembered once there was an assassin in the old Lin Kuei with an accent similar to hers.

Although, this brings unneeded memories, but still, it’s worth it. Since it is relatable to Selviya. His Anděl.

“Well,” He uttered, “from the beginning!”

Selviya gulped, she doesn’t like to remember everything, let alone her past, She gives a playful smile to hide her sorrow. She is an expert at hiding her emotions, she learns better.

In all honesty; She doesn’t know where to start. The moment she was born?— or the moment when she was bullied— or simply the moment that made her experience her first heartbreak and breakdown.. this brings a lot of sad memories that are best left buried in the past.

“Well.. sure!” She bubbled, faking her sorrow with a bright smile and a happy tone.

It is a miracle that Selviya is still sane after all that happened to her, she took a long breath then she started to tell them.

“Well... I will summarise my story!” She declared, “The moment I was born the doctor told my mother that I was born with a rare genetic disorder, that made my hair light blue or blonde blue, Something like this, Then when after 7 or 6 years my parents died because of me... I… I accidentally killed them.. then they put me in an orphanage. Things aren’t going well, I was bullied, and I was ignored. Then came the rich kid his name was Billy. He played with me and talked with me. He didn’t let me feel left out or ignored he was my best friend until some lunatic killed him.”

She breathed again, she continued telling her story, So far, the two men were extremely saddened because of the things she had been through. They only offered sad smiles, Hoping it would soothe her soul.

“Then... I discovered the whole truth, I killed my parents and... I have powers! and there is the magical girl Aqua! We teamed up and save the city from evil and such,” She continued, “That’s all!”

“Your story is something,” Cyrax told with a smile.

Selviya smiled, “Thanks!”.

“I’m so sorry, I... I never knew that you went through all of this,” Tomas apologized on behalf of all the things that happened to her.

“Why are you apologizing? It’s all in the past now,” She stated, she can’t help but say to herself Tomas is a sweetheart.

While they are talking to each other they were cut off by the door being opened wide by Bi Han and Sareena.

“Good morning everyone!” Bi Han greeted. Followed by Sareena who also greeted them.

“Oh, good morning friends!” Sareena greeted brightly.

“Good morning!” They replied to Bi Han and Sareena.

“Smoke! Cyrax! … you guys are back?” Sareena called, she isn’t believing her own eyes.

Smoke and Cyrax are restored, they are humans again.

“Sareena! Been a long time!” Cyrax said sheepishly.

“Yeah! It's like decades had passed since the last time we met you!” Tomas exclaimed.

“Tomas.. it had been decades since you were dead..” Kuai corrected, with a sad acknowledging tone.

“Oh.. right!” Tomans responded quietly.

There is a dreadful silence in the atmosphere, so far, no one talked. They only look at each other as if someone should say anything. Still, no one said anything since Tomas replied.

“How are you today Brother and Sareena?” Kuai asked to kill the dreadful silence.

“Well, I’m good,” Bi Han answered.

“I’m good too!” Sareena said.

Selviya still doesn't say anything, she only offers a warm smile to everyone in the room. Like the sweet angel she is, she isn’t stern or gloomy, she is a happy bright girl.

Her curiosity is always piqued. She looked at Sareena, and she smiled playfully. She knew that Sareena know something of the old Lin Kuei.

She only needs to let Sareena talk about it, but she knew that Sareena loves to talk freely about anything that attracts her attention. One of those things is the old Lin Kuei clan.

Selviya doesn’t understand why she is keen to know about the old Lin Kuei, although, that she tells herself constantly that “Time will tell” and she shouldn’t open her mouth to open old wounds, especially around the 4 men.

She doesn't want them to reminisce about painful memories, Just like she doesn't want to reminisce about hers.

Once again she restrained herself from her curiosity, she must respect people's privacy and their choice if they don’t want to talk about anything.

Instead, she reminds herself that it isn’t polite when doing so.

Selviya remembered that she can hear people's souls, she felt the heaviness of their sadness when they stopped talking. They are quiet, they didn’t say anything.

Selviya’s heart is heavy by their sadness. Kuai had just remembered a painful memory that is related to the old Lin Kuei. So Did Bi han, Tomas, and Cyrax.

Sareena is sad because she isn’t a human like them, she fears that she won’t be accepted at all. Bi Han and Kuai Liang are the only ones who are nice to her.

They all feel alone, each with their sadness. They figured out that didn't move on, unlike selviya.

Selviya hesitantly grabbed her star wand, she wants to make them forget about these memories. She only wants them to live their lives untroubled by the past.

A graceful light caught their eyes. They know that these sad memories are stronger and they will remember it forever.

“Guys! I can let you forget about these memories completely!” Selviya uttered brightly.

Clutched her want star as she raise it high above her head, she offered a bright warm smile to them, as her body glowed with the most warm and intense light.

They feel happy, just like these old memories are gone!

“Memory refresh!” Selviya commanded her wand.

The wand obeyed Selviya and emitted a beautiful, warm light that surrounded them in a circular motion, Entering inside them and refreshing their memories.

Their frowning faces turn into laughing, happy ones. Their mood just changed to 180 degrees. They are more lively and relaxed now.

The light worked like a miracle that healed their troubled souls and wounds. Old, Painful memories are no more, It is time to create new lovely memories. With the new Lin Kuei with different leadership.

“No matter what happens! You won’t remember these memories!” Selviya promised them.

Their response to her all of them came to hug as they collapsed on her. She tried to push them slightly so that she can breathe.

“Oh stop it guys!” She giggled.

Although they nearly made her choke. But she brushed it off as she giggled at their cute reaction.

Seeing them happy made her happy too, she knows now that these memories are no good to talk about or remember at all. They are only making their lives doomed and worse for them.

They are lost and that’s a good thing.

But Selviya refused to let her bad memories fade, it made her stronger, more resilient, and more confident. She once recalled Aliyaa said the strikes that don’t break your back make you stronger! or a relatable idiom, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!

She wants to test her might with sweet memories and painful memories alike, she wants to live her life with its sweetness and bitterness.

Selviya can feel their souls are happy, silently thanking Selviya for her interference. But they don’t know that Selviya can hear their souls, their minds, and their hearts.

She is a perfect embodiment of a celestial living on earth. She silently offered to pour them tea and cookies that she magically made them.

They happily ate and drank the tea, they started to talk and discuss plans and related things.

Selviya is happy that they are energetic and talkative, she can tell her spell worked perfectly.

She put her wand back in her pocket, she doesn’t want to lose it, she can’t lose it.

She smiled softly as she listens to them and looked at them. She hopes the peace last forever.

Alas, But nothing ever lasts forever.

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sivan325 · 8 months

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Credit for idea @polynomialpandemic Podficced and betaed by @juuls

Thank you for @pod-together for matching, it was a great adventure. Title: Illness of the Heart Fandom: LOTR Pairing: Aragorn | Estel/Gimli (Son of Glóin/Legolas Greenleaf, Aragorn | Estel/Legolas Greenleaf, Gimli (Son of Glóin)/Legolas Greenleaf. Aragorn | Estel/Gimli (Son of Glóin) Chapters/Length: 1/1 I 5266 Rating/Warnings: T. Hanahaki Disease, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Meet-Ugly, Misunderstandings, Near Death Experiences, Time Skips, Coughing, Angst, Fluff, Podfic & Podficced Works, Hurt Legolas Greenleaf, Podfic, Podfic Length: 30-45 Minutes Event: Pod_Together 2023 @pod-together Brief Summary: Gandalf could hear a very distinct coughing sound and when he stepped inside the room, there were green leaves everywhere. He stepped closer to examine the prince, and it was then that he noticed a symbol, inked over the prince's heart; a sword, a bow, and an axe. The elf prince looked paler than Gandalf had ever seen him.

#pod together #2023 #lotr #poly ship #hanahakai disease #T rated #Aragorn/Gimli #Gimli/Legolas #Aragorn/Legolas #Aragorn/Gimli/Legolas #fanfic #podfic

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darke-faerie · 10 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Bungou Stray Dogs), Ivan Goncharov (Bungou Stray Dogs), Shibusawa Tatsuhiko (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - BEAST Light Novel (Bungou Stray Dogs), Crack, Canonical Character Death, fishing a body out of a river, annoyed Fyodor, Ivan has just had his unhappiness removed, Some Plot Series: Part 25 of Drabbles-ish and Random Shorts (BSD) Summary:

‘But the director covered up the accident. He threw the researchers body into a river and burned his belongings.’ – Beast Light Novel (Yen Press edition)

Shibusawa is still needed for his Dead Apple plans, so Fyodor pulls on some wellies (rainboots) and wades into the river to pull out his dragon's corpse.

#bsd #bsd fanfic #bsd beast au #bsd fyodor #bsd ivan #bsd shibusawa #beast!fyodor #beast!ivan #beast!shibusawa #crack fic #for the non uk english speakers wellies are rainboots #complete fic #t rated #read on ao3 #fic birthday #darke_faerie fics #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs

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awhitehead17 · 2 years

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Turnabout is fair play

TimKon, Body Swap, Awkwardness, Humour, Pining, Getting Together, First Kiss.

Summary: When they get body swapped during a mission, Tim and Kon’s friendship is tested as new revelations come to light.

Enjoy! :D

Tim knew something was wrong from the moment he gained consciousness and that’s even before he’s opened his eyes. A quick body scan only confirms that feeling more so.

As he examines himself Tim notices how his body feels heavier than normal, and bigger too, it’s like his mass has unexpectedly grown overnight and now he feels disproportionate. Another thing that clues him in on the fact that something isn’t right is when he does finally open his eyes, he opens them to find himself looking at his body.

Lying on the ground next to him, still unconscious, is his body. He's wearing his Robin suit, he’s battered, bloody and bruised but on the most part seems to be okay. Tim blinks and looks around and finds he’s currently inside an old musty warehouse. Other than his body and the one he's in there’s no one else around.

Since his body is opposite him, Tim curiously looks down at himself and finds a very familiar looking symbol on his chest and familiar pair of jeans and boots on his legs and feet. After that it doesn’t take much to work out what’s going on. While processing what’s happened Tim takes a long deep breath and lets it out in an attempt to calm himself down and not freak out.

When he looks up again something catches the corner of his eye and turning to it Tim finds a piece of white paper folded in half down by his feet. Sitting up, immediately having to balance himself because everything feels so off, he reaches for the paper and opens it up to reveal black cursive writing.

Since you’re more focused on each other than me, let’s make this more interesting! Turnabout’s fair play after all. Have fun! :D

Tim barely refrains from scrunching up the piece of paper in a fit of anger after reading the words. The audacity that asshole has is unreal and to top it off he signed it off with a smiley face! When Tim next sees him he’s going to punch him so hard he’ll be thrown into next week.

Seeing the note has allowed everything to click into place, he can recall everything that happened now. He and Kon had been fighting against Klarion the Witch Boy and trying to retain him, however as they fought against Klarion they were also fighting with each other. Not liking that their whole attention wasn’t on him, the bastard decided to curse them for it, he knocked them out and here they are now swapped in each other’s bodies while Klarion is who knows where.

Deciding they were nothing but sitting ducks here on the floor Tim starts making a plan of action. They need to get back to the Tower as soon as possible just so they were both safe while stuck in this predicament and at the same time so they can liaison with the team and start tracking Klarion. It was hard enough the first time round, god knows how long it’ll take them to find him this time.

Embarrassingly it takes Tim a couple attempts to climb up to his feet. He’s thankful Kon is still unconscious so he couldn’t have seen Tim get up only to fall down immediately afterwards because of how uncoordinated he is in a body that is both bulkier and taller than his own. Once he's standing on two feet he steps next to his body and nudges his side with his boot repeatedly.

“Kon. Kon. C’mon, wake up!” With each nudge Tim puts a little more force behind each one until Kon starts stirring with a grumble.

Tim gives Kon his space to wake up and come to terms with what he’s going to soon discover. He knows the exact moment when Kon works it out because of the way his body jerks and his head rapidly goes side to side with his hands clenching and unclenching. It’s when Kon scrambles to get up to his knees and gets caught in his cape and causes himself to panic further that Tim finally intervenes.

“Kon, hey Kon, easy! You’re okay, calm down.”

At the sound of his voice Kon stills and looks around until he spots Tim standing nearby. Tim watches as Kon takes in what he's seeing, that being his own body staring at him while he’s stuck in a different body.

“Tim? Is that you?”

Tim nods, “yeah it’s me. We’re in quite the predicament.”

“No shit. What the fuck happened?”

Ignoring how weird it is to see himself speak and hear his voice from a different perspective, Tim shrugs uselessly. “We lost a fight with Klarion and now he’s playing a game with us.” Tim hands over the piece of paper he found and lets Kon read it.

After a moment Kon looks up at him and for the first time he understands how off putting the mask on his face can be. Normally he doesn’t think about it, as he’s used to everyone in his family wearing a mask, but he can see why it’s unsettling in not being able to see any facial expressions from an outsider’s perspective, he has no idea what Kon is thinking.

“So we’re stuck in each other’s body until we find Klarion again and make him switch us back? He did this because we were arguing with each other?”

Tim runs a hand through his hair, pausing a moment after when he realises how weird it is to have a different haircut and even different hair. This whole situation is weird. He looks back at Kon who is still on the floor blanketed by his cape.

“Finding Klarion is probably our best bet,” Tim says thoughtfully, “however I think first we need to get back to the Tower and get somewhere safe. We can work with the team to find the asshole again and get him to change us back.”

Kon nods his agreement and makes a move to stand however he doesn’t get far before he’s getting tangled up again. Tim gives him space to sort it out himself but when it becomes clear that Kon’s going to need some help moving around the cape he steps in and helps his best friend up to his feet. Once they’re standing side by side Tim blinks when he notices their height difference for the first time. There's only a few inches between them but now being taller it seems so much more than that. He's looking down at himself and he can’t get over this is how Kon constantly views him.

“I am so tiny.” He ends up blurting out.

Next to him a small smirk appears on Kon’s face and even though he can’t see it he knows an eyebrow is raised in amusement. “Yeah I know, I’ve been telling you that for years. I didn’t realise how tall I was compared to you. Does it feel weird being taller?”

“Just a bit.” Tim admits, “it’s not fully sunk in yet. How’s it feel to be smaller?”

Kon’s now taken to playing around with Tim’s cape. Tim watches unimpressed as his best friend grabs it and dramatically cover his body with it and then how he lifts an arm up and ducks his head so only his eyes peer over it. He looks like one of those terribly acted vampires.

“Could you not!” Tim snaps. “I don’t act like that!”

Kon drops the cape and straightens up smirking. “You totally do. And in answer to your question I feel so much more… lighter? Like I know you have muscle dude but do you have any weight?”

Tim scowls. “Now that’s just rude.”

Before Kon could reply a sharp ringing sounds out and it takes a second for the two of them to realise it’s Kon’s phone going off. It takes another beat and a pointed look from Kon for Tim to realise it’s technically his phone going off, so quickly patting around he finds Kon’s phone in his back pocket and grabs the device to find Cassie’s name on the front, answering it he puts her on speaker.

She’s quick to speak up, her tone clearly holding worry in it. “Where the hell are you two? It was supposed to be a quick mission to retain Klarion and bring him back to the Tower. It’s been hours! What have you two knuckleheads gotten yourselves into.”

Cassie’s worked with them for too long if she instantly knows something’s up with the pair of them because they’ve taken longer than usual on a mission, that or because she knows them so well to make that guess. Probably both.

“We’re fine.” Tim starts, he sends a look at Kon who’s stood beside him, the two of them knowing she’s not going to react well to the news. “There was a mishap with retaining Klarion but Kon and I are fine, we’re just caught in a little bit of a predicament that’s all.”

“A predicament? What’s that supposed to mean? You two better get your asses back here so we can sort this predicament out! I’m assuming Klarion’s in the wind then.”

“We’ll see you at the Tower.” Kon cuts in, he reaches over and ends the call before she could reply.

“That went well.” Kon comments sarcastically. “We better get going, it’ll be easier to explain in person what’s going on that over the phone.”

Tim runs a hand over his face and nods in agreement. Instinctively he steps towards Kon and holds a hand up waiting to be picked up but there’s an awkward moment when the two of them uncoordinatedly bump into one another and stumble backwards, Tim sends Kon a baffled look while Kon glares at him. Once again it takes them a few beats to realise what’s going on.

“Oh shit.”

They’ve swapped bodies, meaning they’ve swapped positions and powers. And for the first time since waking up it hits Tim that he's got all of Kon’s powers. He’s currently in an indestructible superhuman body with powers which replicate Superman’s.

Kon seems to work this out at the same time too because he’s already talking to Tim about it. “Tim don’t freak out over it, while my control over my powers has grown significantly I don’t know if that same level of control will automatically transfer to you. If you freak out the powers will freak out.”

He turns to Kon wide eyed and very much trying his best to not freak out. Yes he knows all about the powers and the idea behind them and how to control them, however having knowledge of how they work can’t compare to actually having the powers!

“Take a deep breath and stay calm. We’re obviously not getting to the Tower by our usual means meaning we’ll have to ask Bart and Cassie to come and get us. When they arrive we can explain what’s going on here instead.”

Tim can’t believe Kon’s being the sensible one right now. Maybe that’s because he’s in Tim’s body, Tim’s strategic mind is helping to focus Kon. Not answering his best friend he simply thrusts his phone out to Kon and lets him handle the call back to Cassie.

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“Are you two stupid?” There’s a pause and Tim purses his lips in order to stop himself from making a comment. “Don’t answer that! What the hell were you guys thinking, couldn’t you keep the domestics until after you dealt with Klarion. What were you even arguing about?”

Tim watches as Cassie paces across the room in front of him. Her scolding makes him feel like he's a high school student being told off by the teacher for bad behaviour. Glancing at Kon who is sat next to him, Kon (or himself in fact) looks rather passive to the whole thing and he’s not sure on what to make of that.

Across the room, Bart stands there grinning at them finding the whole thing funny.

Looking back Tim can’t even remember what they had been arguing about, probably something to do with Kon’s recklessness and Tim’s inability to switch work mode off. They often clash about those topics, they’re best friends so of course naturally they would be concerned about the other’s wellbeing and sometimes it comes out in the wrong way at the worst of times.

Neither Tim nor Kon respond to Cassie’s questions, opting to stay quiet instead.

Cassie isn’t impressed and stops her pacing to glare at them both sat together on the couch. “It’s rather obvious but I’ll say it anyway, you’re both benched until this mess is over. You can help with the search and anything else but actually going out and apprehending Klarion isn’t happening.” As much as Tim wants to protest against that he knows it’s the right choice to make.

After that Cassie makes her leave but not before sending a glare at the two of them before leaving the room. Bart takes a little while longer to leave them alone, their best friend bursting at the seams with curiosity and quick fires them a set of questions, most of which Tim and Kon have no idea how to answer or feel too awkward to do so. It’s not exactly a common occurrence to swap bodies with your best friend and there’s no textbook guide to what the protocols are to handle this situation.

The reality of what’s happened hits Tim again when he’s in his bedroom sat on his bed finally alone for the first time since the swap happened. Tim stares in horror at his reflection, he’s in Kon’s body. He’s in his best friend’s body. The very person who’s he’s been harbouring an uncontrollable crush on the last few years.

Well shit.

Letting his eyes wonder over Kon’s body in the reflection Tim observes the t-shirt covered chest and torso, he allows his eyes to trail down and follow the length of his bare arms followed by his denim covered legs and socked feet. Using the mirror, Tim watches himself as he reaches up and touches Kon’s face, feeling his fingers touch his skin, he smooths them over the soft and unblemished skin that covers Kon’s face and neck. He knows Kon is good looking, he’s certainly spent plenty of time staring (discreetly of course) but seeing it from this perspective is something else.

Finally looking away from the mirror Tim glances down to look at his hands. He observes them, taking in how large they are compared to his own, how much power and strength they hold and how unmarked they are. There are no scars on his skin, not much of anything really, there’s a slight roughness to them which shows Kon’s labouring work from being on Kent Farm but nothing else.

Sighing Tim runs a hand through his hair, of course noting the different feel and style of it, before flopping backwards onto his bed. He hopes they can find Klarion soon because Tim has no idea on how much of this he’s going to be able to handle. What if his family starts to sniff around, asking why he hasn’t returned back to the Manor? What if Kon’s family start to ask questions? What if Kon’s powers start to act up and Tim’s going to have to learn how to control them immediately!

A repetitive buzzing noise gets his attention and Tim sits back up to start searching for his phone. Finding it behind him on the pillows he grabs it and looks at the caller ID to find Kon calling him. Instantly worried Tim is quick to answer it.

“Is everything okay?” Tim rushes to ask. Oh god, what if Kon’s broken a bone or something? The meta not used to being in a simple mortal’s body mean he may forget how fragile Tim actually is compared to him.

“What? Yeah everything’s fine, well except y’know….” Kon trails off and Tim works hard on trying to ignore the fact he's listening to his own voice speaking.

Tim pauses and waits for Kon to elaborate, he didn’t call him for no reason so there must be something his best friend wants.

“Right well so…” Kon starts again after a moment, “so this is going to be awkward I just didn’t know what to do because we’ve never been in this situation before and after all we’re both guys, we’re best friends and I thought-”

“Kon you’re rambling.” Tim cuts him off. “Just ask whatever it is.”

Tim would rather him just rip the band aid off than go the roundabout way of asking whatever it is. Unless it’s something personal, oh god what if Kon’s discovered something wrong with his body or something worse? With that horrifying thought Tim almost takes back what he said. Unfortunately he doesn’t get the chance to because Kon is already asking his question.

“You’re, I mean I am, well your body, whatever, is really dirty and smelling so I wanted to ask can I take a shower?”

Tim’s mind shuts down. While he processes the question Kon is tense and silent on the other side of the phone waiting for his answer. Several beats go by and Tim is still coming to terms with what that question implies. He must take too long to answer because Kon is speaking up again.

“I mean if it’s a real issue then of course I won’t! It not like I was planning on looking at anything anyway! We’re friends I trust you and I know you trust me too but I completely understand that this is crossing boundaries even to our degree. You can shower in my body if that makes it easier-”

“Kon shut up.” Tim finally finds his words and at them Kon snaps his mouth closed. Taking a deep breath Tim closes his eyes and answers Kon’s burning question. “It’s fine, you can shower. I guess thanks for asking? I don’t know what the fuck the rules are here Kon.”

Kon hums from the other side of the line. “Yeah I know, there’s a lot of grey at the moment. I promise I won’t do anything inappropriate.”

“You better bloody not!” Tim exclaims.

His exclamation gets him a laugh and having had enough of the conversation Tim hangs up. Of course he trusts Kon, there’s no one else he trusts more but this situation is a bizarre one and he's unsure on what to make of it all.

He sits on the bed for a while longer before deciding to also take a shower. After all if Kon’s taking one in his body then it may be less awkward or weird if he also takes one, that and because he wants to feel clean, at least that’s what he’s telling himself.

Using every skill he had picked up throughout his training about self-restraint is used when Tim strips off his clothing. He doesn’t look. Not even a glance in the mirror as he passes by it to get into the shower. While showering Tim simply looks up and keeps his eyes closed, since he's in his own bathroom he has no problems locating his toiletries. It’s a quick shower and he certainly does feel better once he’s finished however that good feeling lasts only for a moment until he realises he has no clothes that would fit Kon in his room.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, and once again Tim doesn’t look, he heads back into his bedroom and goes for his phone. Bringing up Kon’s contacts he gives his best friend a call, waiting impatiently for him to answer. Tim curses when it goes to voice mail and immediately tries again. It’s on the third ring that Kon picks up.

“I bet you’re calling me for the same reason on why I was about to call you right?”

“That I have no clothes for you in my room? Yeah that's why.”

Kon barks out a laugh and Tim blinks in surprise at the sound, still not used to hearing his voice from a different perspective. “I’ll come over to you, at least I can throw on some clothes that’ll cover your body even if they are a few sizes too big.”

Tim was about to argue that but he quickly stops himself from doing so realising that Kon has a point. “Okay,” he agrees, “see you in a bit.”

Sitting on the edge of his bed in nothing but a towel Tim waits for Kon to come to his room. It only takes the meta a couple minutes to appear and Tim is once again thrown off by the sight of his own body moving and functioning without him controlling it.

Kon seems to freeze once he's shut the door and catches the sight of him, his best friend must be experiencing the same weirded out feeling Tim is. The two of them are silent as they stare at one another and there’s a charge in the air that Tim couldn’t describe, it’s more than just the sense of being body swapped but it’s like the two of them have unresolved tension between them and this situation is just bringing it all to light.

After several beats Kon shakes his head and steps forward, breaking the moment between them, and holds out a pile of clothes to Tim. Tim silently takes them and makes his way to the bathroom to change but not before grabbing some of his own clothes for Kon to change into, he doesn’t want to be seeing what he looks like dressed up in Kon’s clothes, it’s giving him more ideas than what’s appropriate.

Once they’re changed the two of them sit side by side on Tim’s bed leaning back against the headboard with their legs stretched out in front of them.

“I’m sorry.” Kon speaks up softly, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. Before Tim could question the apology Kon continues speaking. “I’m sorry about the fight, us arguing. It shouldn’t have gotten out of hand as it did.”

Tim takes a breath and considers his response before speaking. “I’m sorry too. You’re right, it did get out of hand and we both acted childishly.”

Kon laughs quietly and Tim sees a wisp of a smile on his face. “I would promise that it wouldn’t happen again but we both know that would be a pointless promise, it wouldn’t be long until it gets broken.”

Tim makes a face before nodding. “Well if you stop acting like a reckless idiot then I’m sure it wouldn’t get broken.”

Kon snorts and sends Tim a look of disbelief his way. “It also wouldn’t get broken if you stop being a hard ass all the time.”

Scowling Tim looks away. After all Kon is kinda right, at times Tim gets too invested in cases and tends to be rather aloof to his team, it’s unintentional but it happens more often than not.

It falls silent between them once again and after a moment Tim turns his head to get a look at Kon and startles when he finds Kon already staring at him. Despite the fact he's looking at himself Tim recognises the intense stare of his best friend, it’s the look Kon gets when he’s thinking hard about something. Even though he could fantom a guess, Tim wonders what he’s thinking about.

Minutes tick by and not once do they look away from each other, instead it seems like they’re being drawn to one another. Tim doesn’t know who moved first or when it actually started but before he knows it he and Kon are leaning towards one another, their foreheads centimetres apart, they’re sharing the same air and their lips and noses ghost against the other.

Tim closes his eyes before they could make contact. All he would have to do is turn his head in the smallest angle then they would be kissing. It’s the physical brush of Kon’s nose against his that snaps him out of the moment. His eyes shoot open and his hand coming up and pushing Kon’s chest away from him to create space between them.

The reality of what is happening finally kicks in. He blinks and finds Kon in a similar state of shock and confusion opposite him, his own hand having come up and wrapped around Tim’s wrist.

“I uh, we, um…” Tim stutters unsure on what to even say. What does one say to their best friend who they nearly kissed? Not only is that a bizarre enough situation but the fact that they’re body swapped and would only be kissing themselves makes the whole thing even more complicated!

Kon lets go of his wrist and stands up, he runs a hand through his hair and makes an agitated sound. He turns to Tim with an almost desperate expression on his face. “I’m not the only one who feels this thing between us am I? You feel it too right? And not only just because of this whole body situation.”

This can’t be happening. Tim must be hallucinating this whole conversation. Instead of body swapping Klarion actually knocked him unconscious and is messing with his mind. Tim watches as Kon begins to pace the length of his room.

“I – I don’t know Kon. What is this thing between us?” Tim asks with uncertainty. He doesn’t know what is happening right now.

Kon abruptly stops his pacing and stands in front of him with a determined look on his face. It seems like he’s made a decision on something, he stands tall and crosses his arms over his chest in what is either a defensive or a grounding position.

“I like you Tim. I have done so for a while now. And I know you like me too. I mean more than in a friendly way. We’re best friends of course but there’s something more between us and I know you feel it as well.”

Kon’s bold statement leaves Tim speechless. He never expected to hear those words come from Kon’s mouth (technically his but that’s not the point). At first he struggles to comprehend what they mean. Kon likes him. His best friend and crush likes him. He likes him back.

“I do.” Tim finds his voices and says his admission quietly, still in shock with the whole situation. “I do like you, have done for a long time.”

At his words Kon comes forward and steps between his legs from where Tim had moved to the edge of the bed when Kon started his pacing. Kon reaches up and cups Tim’s face with his hands and in that moment Tim wanted nothing more than for them to be in their own bodies, for this to be the other way around.

Kon’s thumb strokes his cheek, a soft smile on his face. “Once we’re back to normal we’re going to talk about this right? Properly and maybe something more?” Unable to form words Tim nods. That’s when Kon steps back and Tim misses his heat instantly. “I should go, we both need the rest and it’s been a long day.”

Tim’s able to get himself to wish Kon a goodnight before he leaves and then he’s left alone in his room with nothing but his thoughts which were running a mile a minute. He doesn’t know what to focus on or what had happened, he’s got a lot to process and he highly doubts he’ll be able to sleep that night.

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It takes several days to locate Klarion and apprehend him. Cassie and Bart do an amazing job of making sure the mission is quick, clean and swift. Once back at the Tower they demand the Witch Boy to reverse the spell he had casted on Tim and Kon, creatively threatening him if he dares try doing anything else.

Once the spell is casted, a weird tingling sensation spreads through him and suddenly the world goes black. When Tim regains consciousness it’s a relief to find he’s back in his own body, he takes the time to check through making sure everything feels as it should and for the first time in days he feels settled and comfortable.

A couple more days go by after Tim and Kon swap back in which they were busy making sure Klarion is dealt with properly and making sure everything is as it should be, once that is all done Tim makes it his mission to go and find and talk to Kon.

They haven’t spoken to another since that night in Tim’s room, in the days leading up to Klarion’s capture they avoided one another like they had the plague, the air between them when they had been in the same room was tense and awkward and it was enough for both Bart and Cassie to comment on it, questioning about what happened. Tim and Kon refused to speak about it.

However now they’re back in their own bodies Tim knows it’s time they have a chat, about everything. That night left him with more questions than answers and Tim’s had enough of guessing, worrying and wondering about what’s going to happen between them. Are they still friends? Could they be more? Was it all because of the body swap?

Tim ends up outside Kon’s bedroom door and before he could overthink it he knocks loudly on the wood and anxiously waits for his best friend to answer. It takes another two knocks before Kon finally responds and as soon as he sees it’s Tim on the other side Kon tries to slam the door shut on him. Not having that Tim lunges forward and stops the door from closing and it’s thanks to Kon’s surprise that he’s able to barge his way into the meta’s room.

Tim turns and waits in the middle of Kon’s room, watching as Kon defeatedly shuts the door and stubbornly keeps his back to Tim, refusing to meet his gaze.

“Kon.” When no response comes Tim huffs. “Conner. Enough is enough we need to talk about what happened.”

A disbelieving laugh reaches Tim’s ears and he sees Kon shake his head. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

Getting riled up by Kon’s answer, Tim stalks forward and grabs Kon’s arm to force him to turn around before placing a hand on his chest to push him back against the door, between them he forces Kon to meet his eyes. There’s a pause as they stare at one another in the way it’s always been, Kon taller than Tim and looking down at him as Tim looks up having to tilt his head back just slightly in order to do so. This is how it should be Tim tells himself, this feels right.

Since he’s staring at Kon he notices instantly when Kon’s gaze drops down to his lips before returning to his eyes. Unable to help it Tim copies the action and spies Kon’s own lips, now more than ever wanting to know how they feel against his.

Maybe it isn’t words that are needed between them but instead actions? Knowing there’s no coming back after this, Tim takes a risk, going up on his tiptoes he leans forward and presses his lips against Kon’s. There's a moment of doubt in his mind but it quickly vanishes as Kon starts to kiss him back.

From there it’s easy to get lost in the sensation of their kissing. At first it’s a couple light pecks, a chance to get a feel for the other, before it quickly moves into something deeper and more passionate. As Kon presses against him Tim moans, his eyes are squeezed shut as his hands cling onto Kon’s biceps and he tilts his head to the side to accommodate Kon’s. It’s the best feeling he’s ever had.

Kon’s hands had been resting on his hips as they kiss but then Tim feels a strong pressure from Kon’s hands and suddenly he’s being lifted up and spun around. He's distinctively aware of his back hitting the door as his legs wrap around Kon to help secure his position. His arms easily rest over Kon’s shoulder’s as the meta’s hands hold up his thighs.

They make out for a moment longer before they break apart breathing deeply. Once he's caught his breath Tim opens his eyes up and finds Kon’s looking back and appearing rather debauched. Unable to help Tim lets out a delighted laugh and opposite him Kon cocks a grin.

“I know actions speak louder than words,” he says sounding breathless, “but we still need to talk about this.”

Kon rolls his eyes but there’s still a smile on his face. “Yeah yeah, whatever. I want this, I want you.”

Still smiling Tim reaches up to cup Kon’s face and tenderly strokes the skin of his cheek. “I want you too.”

Suddenly looking bold, Kon smirks seductively, “Well now that's out the way, there’s a bed behind us y’know? Fancy becoming acquittanced with it?”

Despite how terrible the line was Tim couldn’t help but find it endearing. He doesn’t know how far they’ll go but he finds himself wanting to go with the flow, whether they simply make out or do more, he’ll be happy with either.

Tim raises an eyebrow. “I think that's a great idea. Lead the way Superboy.”

Kon’s breath hitches and Tim laughs although the sound turns into a startles yelp when Kon suddenly heaves him over towards the bed, not letting go of him until he's on top of the mattress. Powerless to stop him Tim lets Kon do as he pleases knowing he's not going to mind the end result either way.

#timkon #TimKon Week 2022 #Body Swap #Awkwardness #humour #pining #getting together #first kiss #petty arguments #shenanigans #miscommunication #these two are idiots #5.5k words #t rated #fanfiction #Tim Drake #Kon-El

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mightyb013 · 6 months

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Not a Break Up - B_Rated - Helluva Boss (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]

Stolas gives Blitzø the Asmodeus crystal.

#stolitz #i wrote a thing #fanfic #oneshot #stolas goetia #blitzø #t rated

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krikkiter68 · 10 months

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#dghda #fanfic #T rated

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goldenfox3 · 8 months

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Roger meets a contradictory stranger.

Aka Roger runs into unmasked Beastman in the sauna and doesn't recognize him at all 🧖

#f-zero #f zero #roger buster #beastman #duskwrites #t rated #dead heat

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pa-stella · 2 years

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Flufftober 2022 - 27.10

Prompts | @flufftober

This is based on @jyushibat’s idea. Thank you for inspiring me! I took some liberties so it might be different from what you had in mind. I hope it's not a problem! Also, this took a different turn while I was writing it. Less romantic, more............... whatever is happening here. It's more Jakurai focused than what I had predicted. Weird.

Title: Yesterday and You Fandom: Hypnosis Mic Pairing: Jakurai/Hitoya Prompt: Reunion Words count: 1450 Contents: T-rated, mention of alcohol, mention of death, Hitoya is basically a therapist here.

I see your face, it's everywhere

I close my eyes, but you're still there

Reminding me of things we used to do

A long tired breath escaped Hitoya’s lips as he played with his almost empty glass. The bittersweet notes of that song and the alcohol weren’t helping his mood at all.

Accepting a case in Shinjuku hadn’t been one of his best choices. He knew that part of Tokyo well enough to walk around without getting lost, but wherever he went giant posters and led screens would show him the known face of an old friend. Could they still be called that? Friends?

Far were the times when the two used to spend afternoons playing basketball or reading in silence, when the most important thing was a red number on a final test. The same times when kind smiles and calm words were enough to cool down any sort of argument. The same times when they’d look at each other a second too long and their cheeks would redden a little…

He emptied the glass in one last sip and refused the bartender’s offer to refill it.

They had both made many mistakes that ruined their friendship but, in retrospect, Hitoya knew that his inferiority complex had played a large role in their distancing. He had taken all the grudge and the pain from the past and poured them in his career, reaching the highest point of satisfaction. But then, when the rap battles had started, all the feelings from his childhood had resurfaced. He had wanted to show him that he wasn’t living in his shadow anymore, that he had changed… but he had lost again and it hurt in the same way a lower grade did back in high school.

Has Hitoya really become a different person? Why was he still trying to impress Jakurai?

He was too tired to answer those questions or, maybe, he was trying to find one more excuse to avoid them.

After paying for his expensive whiskey, the lawyer stood up from the high stool and made a move to leave. He stopped at the entrance to zip his leather jacket up, but his eyes settled on the last thing he expected to see in a luxurious bar in the middle of the night.

That wasn’t a billboard, a screen or a hologram. No. Jakurai was really there.

I wonder what your heart is saying

When you hear a jukebox playing

The song that brings me yesterday and you

An hour had passed since the end of his shift, but he was still driving around the busy city. The doctor was tired, however there was something that made it hard for him to go back home that night.

He had lost a patient during the afternoon. The surgery had been successful, without mistakes or doubts, and yet… the young man’s heart had stopped anyway. It happened while they were moving him back to his private room. All the attempts of reviving him had failed and Jakurai, still wearing the bloody gown, had watched helplessly as life disappeared from his eyes.

He stopped the van at a red light and sighed loudly.

His knowledge, his talent, his skill… everything had been useless. How much did he still need to improve to prevent those things? Or was that proof that even he couldn’t fight against fate?

Somebody once told him that, no matter what others would say, he was just a human with limits and flaws. He chuckled remembering those words spoken with venom, those icy eyes burning with resentment. The very same eyes that had glared at him during the last rap tournament.

Jakurai sighed once more.

He missed those days when they would chat for hours about nothing in particular. Those days when Hitoya’s tenacity would inspire him to work hard as well. Those days when he would spend nights thinking about all those silly and unique things his friend had the courage and ability to do.

If he had been more open and honest about his thoughts at the time, if he hadn’t been so worried about what was right and proper to think and say, would their friendship have lasted more? Would they have faced their personal tragedies in a different way?

Jakurai shook his head a little. The physical and mental fatigue of that day was making him dwell in the past. He noticed a dim lit bar and, without thinking, he parked right in front of it. He knew alcohol wasn’t good for him (Hifumi-kun had kindly shown him the videos of how bad it affected him), but maybe something light wouldn’t have the same effect.

He waited for the quiet song to finish before turning the car off and entering the bar. The warm air invested him as soon as he went beyond the entrance, making him stop to take his coat off. A small movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention and he raised his head slowly.

It seemed as if fate had decided to play a little more with him that day.

After the initial shock, Hitoya just shrugged. “Jakurai.” He murmured.

“Hitoya.” Jakurai sounded surprised for once. “What brings you here in Shinjuku?”

“Work, obviously.” The lawyer sighed. “If I had time for a holiday, I wouldn’t be here.”

Jakurai just chuckled.

“What about you? What are you doing here?” Hitoya asked then.

This time the doctor didn’t answer and moved to the bar counter instead. He sat on one of the stools calmly before being approached by the bartender. “I’d like something…”

“Alcohol-free.” Hitoya finished his order while sitting down by his side. “And another glass of whiskey for me, thank you.”

“Hitoya…”

“Listen, this is a nice place. I don’t want you to destroy it in a booze induced rage fit.”

The bartender took Hitoya’s money with a worried face before getting to work.

“Last time we met in a bar like this, it didn’t end well.” Jakurai commented with a sad smile. “Are you sure you want to join me?”

Hitoya chuckled bitterly. “We might not be friends anymore, but it would be cruel for me to leave you here when something is clearly wrong.”

Hesitation filled Jakurai’s chest. Was it right for him to talk about what had happened? “It has been a long day at work.” “Uh, really?” The lawyer thanked the bartender as he placed two glasses in front of them. “Let me tell you this. Alcohol is not the answer.”

“And yet…” He pointed to the glass half-full with whiskey.

Frowning, Hitoya turned to look at him. “Always so clever, huh?”

“...am I?” The question came out in a whisper as Jakurai took a sip of his own drink. The taste of black teas and spices lingered on his tongue.

“What happened?” Hitoya asked and the doctor really wanted to talk about that, about the thoughts he had while driving… but at the same time it was the last thing he wanted to do. He had no right to complain about something unfortunately so normal in his field. He had no right to keep bringing old memories up.

So he just smiled in his usual kind way. “As I said, it has been a long day. Nothing happened. I apologize if I made you worry.”

Different emotions appeared on Hitoya’s face, but in the end he just looked furious. “This is still your problem, Jakurai. You can’t expect people to understand you if you don’t talk.” He huffed. “And you should know by now that if you hide something, it won’t disappear.”

“...”

“What the hell am I doing here…” Hitoya murmured to himself in disbelief. He chugged the rest of his whiskey, but a hand placed right on his tight stopped him before he could get up. “What?”

“Hitoya.” He hesitated again for just an instant. “Please.”

The small pleading shocked the lawyer. He did not expect that. He was ready to tease Jakurai a little, but when he looked at him in the face, words got stuck in his throat. For the first time in decades of acquaintance, he saw despair and helplessness in Jakurai’s eyes. He hated that sight.

“Ok, fine!” He sighed while looking at his empty glass. “I didn’t even savor it…”

Jakurai chuckled. “I’ll pay for another one.”

“That is the least you can do.” Hitoya replied. When Jakurai tried to move his hand away from his leg, he held it there. They looked at each other again and, after some long seconds, Hitoya posed the same question as before. “What happened?”

Jakurai took a deep breath before finally beginning to talk. “A few weeks ago, I met a new patient…”

#flufftober2022 #hypnosis mic #jakurai jinguji x hitoya amaguni #jakurai jinguji #hitoya amaguni #t rated #writing? in this economy?#hypmic #hitojaku #for anybody curious: jakurai is drinking an alcohol-free old fashioned

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erenaeoth · 9 months

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‘Jealousy’ for day 5 of @kreonweek over on my AO3 collection.

#t rated #leon kennedy #jack krauser #kreon #metaltango #kreon week #metaltango week #resident evil #my stories #this endless dance

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stedes-incredible-library · 2 years

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Thought I'd rec my own fic if anyone wanted a high school AU

It's called Blowing Up Toads and is rated T. Currently a WIP.

Blowing Up Toads by Ponn_near_Ponn_fahr_Ponn_whereveryouare [T], WIP

Stede goes on a journey of self-discovery, Lucius's relationship with his online friend is creeping closer to being something else, Oluwande Totally Isn't Pining for his childhood friend while Jim, the aforementioned friend, is dealing with the consequences of coming out as a trans man despite being nonbinary. Roach is failing miserably to kickstart his baking business, Frenchie is questioning his sexuality and Ed? He's reckoning with the aftermath of a very public court case involving the death of his father. You know, normal 14 year old stuff.

~Mod N

#submission #fic rec #ofmd #our flag means death #t rated #our flag means death fanfic #black pete/lucius spriggs #oluwande/jim #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #modern au #highschool au

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2022animalfarmg2 · 2 years

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Where it all started...

By: Beatriz Borges e Cecilia Carvalho

Synopsis: What if something happened to each one of the pigs, before they got to the manor farm, and that is why they had different personalities and motivations throughout the book? What if they develop different mental disorders because of their childhood and past?

The story occurs before the book. It tells the story of how the three pigs: Napoleon, Snowball, and Squealer, grew up, and got to the manor farm. Also, it talks about their personality and mental disorders, which are manifested not only in the fanfiction, but also in the book.

Part 1: Squealer

“I didn’t do this! I promise!” was the most common quote said by Squealer.

Squealer was born and raised in Manor Farm, he was apart from his parents at a young age because they were older, and worked at another part of the farm. Squealer was a smart and polite pig, he used to do everything that he was asked for and had some friends at the farm, but no one was really close to him.

One day, while he was lying in the barn with some other pigs, Mr. Williams, the owner of the farm, began yelling at one of the pigs, Ripley, complaining that he did not do his work. Ripley, on the other hand, wasn’t worried, he just replied calmly:

"I did everything! And I can prove it to you. This morning I woke up early, and did all my services before noon."

Mr. Williams was confused, at first he thought Ripley was lying, but his expression was so sure that he believed him.

"Oh, Okay. I'm going to believe in you this time, but if I find out that you didn't do anything, you will be punished!"

"All right Sir! - Ripley replied peacefully."

Innocent Squealer could not understand why Ripley would not tell the truth to Mr. Williams, so he decided to talk to him about it. Ripley had spent the entire day at the barn doing nothing, sleeping and gossiping with other animals.

"Ripley, are you not scared that Mr.Williams is going to find out that you didn't do your work? - Squealer asked innocently."

"My dear friend, this is the magic of lying, I can do whatever I want without accomplishing it."

This was something Squealer had never considered before. It was a simple way to get away with anything. So, he realized he could do it anytime.

So then on he started to lie regarding small things, like doing his service, Squealer realized his life was getting better by lying, then he began to perfect his lies, and it became more and more true, every time he said something and it wasn't true, everybody believed in him, because it was compelling, even Mr.Williams thought that he was telling the truth when he lied about doing his tasks.

Eventually, Squealer became addicted to lying, not only about things that were important, but also about things that weren't. The fact that he used to do that so often led him to not even realize what was going on, sometimes he even believed his own lies. Every animal at the farm thought he was an excellent pig, who did great speeches and cared about everyone, but actually, he was just fooling the other animals. And that’s how Squealer got known at Manor Farm, for giving stunning speeches and convincing everyone.

Part 2: Snowball

Snowball opens his eyes, and in a second, remembers where he was, his loud cries were being heard by the truck driver, he missed his mom so much. The doors on the back of the truck were closed, and Snowball couldn't see that much, but he knew that the sun was rising. He was still tired and decided to close his eyes, and just remember about everything that happened.

Snowball was born on a farm far away, in one of the poorest regions of England. Still, he had a caring mom, called Snowflake, who could do anything to guarantee that her son was going to be well, and who mysteriously, could always bring food for him. He also had a best friend, Brutus, who was born around the same time as him.

Snowball was the healthiest and one of the smartest pigs on the farm, and could live a calm life despite the difficulties of being poor. One day, when he got a little older, his mom decided to tell him the truth. She sat him down and said:

"Snowball, my dear, I need to tell you something, because I think you are old enough to know it. Since you were born, I have been stealing from the farm owner's pantry, that is the reason you have always had more food than the other pigs. I know this isn't a nice thing to do, and I hope you don't repeat my manners. The only reason I did this was to assure that you were going to grow up a healthy pig."

Snowball was shocked by what he had just heard, and without thinking, went to tell Brutus.

"Since you are my best friend, I need to tell you something…"

In the following minutes, Snowball explained to his friend what happened. Brutus was dismayed, and he swore that he wouldn't tell anyone about the secret, but Snowball could sense a little bit of anger in his tone, as if he was jealous about the fact he had more food.

During the week, Snowball started to get a little worried. He felt as if every animal on the farm knew about the secret, he noticed strange looks, and with time, he started to get paranoid. He would continuously ask Brutus if he told anything to anyone, and that was the only thing he could think about.

One month later, Snowball's mom came to talk to him, and said that she felt that something bad would happen, she asked him if he had told what she did to anyone, and Snowball couldn't bring himself to confess. He went to sleep and cried the whole night out of fear. In the morning, Snowball couldn't find his mom. When he came out of the barn, he saw his mother hanged in front of the farmer's house. On the side was the owner of the farm pointing at his dead mom and yelling at all the animals.

"That pig has been stealing food from our pantry to satisfy her own needs! She's been hanged - he turns to Snowball - and her son will be kicked out! This will happen to you! If any of you do something like that."

In a second, Snowball was thrown into a truck and tied with ropes, as the doors were closing, he looked at Brutus, who seemed pleased.

"I trusted you, Brutus! - said snowball."

"I'm not proud of what I did, but things couldn't go on like this! You and your mother are thieves, I hope you rot away on a farm far from here!" - Brutus responded.

Snowball just couldn't believe what was happening to him, all of his suspicions became true, and he just couldn't stop crying.

Night has come and he has decided to go to sleep and prepare for his new future, on a new farm. He was thrown out of the truck, into the Manor farm. He thinks the animals who were already there are still a little suspicious about him, because he had just arrived. His new life begins at that moment.

Part 3: Napoleon

When Napoleon was born he didn't get a chance to meet his parents, right after he finished breastfeeding he and the other piglets were sold to another farm. He grew up alone, being forced to work, and with no time to rest, he didn't have any friends, but that did not bother him much, because he wasn't really sympathetic towards anyone.

While he was working one day, an older pig approached him. He thought it was weird because no one really talked to him. The pig was really nice to Napoleon, he asked about his day, and his life, he introduced himself and said that his name was Cicero. That was the first time Napoleon felt welcomed, he started to develop a friendship with Cicero, they became good friends, and he helped him with the service. Napoleon, who had never felt any kind of platonic affection towards anyone, was starting to actually care for Cicero, considering him a friend, tutor, or parental figure he had never had.

One night, they were alone in the barn, and Cicero turned to Napoleon and got closer to him. He said that he felt attracted to Napoleon and that he hoped that they could have a romantic relationship. Napoleon was shocked, he told Cicero that he only viewed him as a parent figure, and could never be attracted to him, Cicero got really mad, and couldn't understand how Napoleon would say no to him, then he tried to kiss Napoleon. Napoleon tried to run away, so Cicero locked the doors of the barn and abused him, totally against his will.

Napoleon he never felt as bad as he did that day. He thought he had finally found a friend, but he was mistaken, and felt completely used.

Napoleon was so mad that he started to run. He just ran away with no direction, he left the borders of the farm, he ran until he got to a different farm called "The Manor Farm", he started to cry, at that moment he was so sad that he promised himself that he would never be friends with someone again. The unsympathetic behavior he had before meeting Cicero came back again, and it just got worse. The only reason he wanted to have any relationship with other animals was for his personal interest, he decided that then he would just get close to someone if he could benefit from it.

He was praised for being intelligent, but the other animals could see he had a little bit of controlling behavior. He always wanted to be a leader, in every situation, and could never seen to make any actual friends.

His life at the new farm was better, but because of past traumas he couldn't bond with anyone.

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