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atierrorian · 1 month

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| Glad it's you | — R.H

PARING: Rook Hunt x Deaf!reader

SYNOPSIS: All your entire life, you knew silence. But—it isn't as bad as people make it out to be. Because even with your biggest flaw, he still chose you.

˗ˏˋGENRE ´ˎ˗ — Romance, fluff, angst/comfort

˗ˏˋCW ´ˎ˗ — Rook is already a warning. Ooc, mentions of bullying, stalking(It's Rook, duh) horrible poetry.

˗ˏˋNOTES ´ˎ˗ — Wow! It has been a while and I am so sorry for not making anything in quite some time, I've become so busy nowadays that writing has barely crossed my mind, so I'll make most of my free time writing this!

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♡ "Are you really willing to accept me?" ♡ "I've accepted you a long time ago."

People always pitied you for as long as you can remember now. Frequently assuming it must be hard not being able to hear. And yeah, sometimes—but it isn't as bad as they make it out to be, if anything, you find solace in the silent world you have lived in all your life. Sure, there were times when it was hard to understand people, especially if they didn't know sign language.

Luckily, you mostly used poems to interact with them. Though, it was amusing to see them struggle to grasp your poems—that's what makes it fun anyway.

And so, making use of your skills, you swiftly wrote down another poem for a certain hunter. He's one of the few people you've known who could actually decipher what your poems meant. And it's not to say each and every time you show him your masterpiece, he always seems to be on your level when it came to writing back to you.

It always makes you feel giddy inside when he writes back to you. Re-reading every syllable. Caressing the ink that was clearly carefully written with such consideration with each word he used, you couldn't help but feel as though he was hinting to you about something.

You scoffed; shaking the thought away. Who were you trying to fool? This was the Rook Hunt you were thinking about! He's like this with everyone. Besides—why would he go for someone who had a defect? To say the least, you weren't insecure with your disability but, thinking about the blonde hunter who seemed to always cross your mind whenever you wrote—you couldn't help but feel your heart tightening in your chest from such thoughts.

In the end, why would he choose you? You're nothing special, far from it anyway. You're just someone who could never hear and someone who just writes to communicate. But, even then, you were still wrapped around his fingertips. And besides—it doesn't hurt to hope, right?

You felt a hand placed on your shoulder, you froze. You had never stayed still like a statue so fast in your entire life until now. What? Millions of thoughts were racing through your mind right now—was it another of the students who were here to once again chuck balled up papers again? Take your poems away from you and ripped them to pieces or flames it until there's nothing left but ashes?

"Awww, what's this? Another one of your silly stories?"

"Look! It's another one of their love poems!"

"Pathetic if you ask me."

You didn't focused on them, you never even knew what they were saying, and you could care less what insults or degrading comments they were spewing from their filthy mouth. Your knees on the ground while clutching onto what was remains of the paper you once cherished. And they tore it all up like it was nothing.

Shuddering from the memory, you closed your eyes and continued to look at your lap; prepared for whatever torture they were gonna do to you again. Tore your poems? Throw paper at you? Mocking at you while you cry in tears because they had nearly killed you? What else did they had in store for you?

You gripped the paper even harder, shutting your eyelids even tighter if that was even possible. You were scared.

Huh.

You felt a piece of paper slid onto your lap, hesitantly, bit by bit, you forced your eyes to open to see what it was. Was it an insult written in a letter? If so, then you're surprised that they were even intelligent enough to finally realized that you had a hearing disability instead of using their vocals to try and insult you.

But no, it was not anything you expected or thought. Instead, your vision was blessed with a familiar handwriting. Subconsciously, you read what was was written on the white letter that graced your sight, and goodness it always doesn't fail to make your blood rushing through your face. By the sevens, how does he always make you feel this way?

Why such a blue face? You don't need to be ashamed of such a heartache; If you need someone to wipe your tears, my heart will gladly volunteer; What you consider flaws, is what I consider perfection —

Mon Cherie, you are the belle of my dairy heart, You, sweetheart, have me wrapped around your fingertips; I will never let go of the string that wraps around my wrist; That connects me, to you.

My heart beats loudly; even you could hear it— If your heart longs for anything, Mon cherie, just write to me; And tell me all your silly sorrows. -Rook Hunt

Though it was short and simple, you couldn't help but re-read the words every now and then. You smiled seeing the words written on the paper. How could you not? His words sweet like candy, it was addicting in a way even you were worried you wouldn't get enough of it. Or maybe it's too late for you.

Your heart started racing so fast you thought even you could hear it. The more you examined the poem the more it started to look like a love confession. But it couldn't be that, could it? You so badly wanted to hope that you had a chance but you didn't want to get your hopes up.

You, sweetheart, have me wrapped around your fingertips.

Those lines, shit, you couldn't help but swoon over them. Clutching the poem, you finally gazed at the author with wonders and hope. He smiled at you and signed those three words you've been waiting to see.

"I love you."

Was it even possible for your heart to be beating faster than it was before? You held the poem closer to your beating heart, trying to conceal it; worried he might hear it. It felt like your heart was about to leap out of your chest. You sighed dreamily and thanked your heart for choosing him.

Meanwhile, Rook chuckled seeing your flustered expression. He found beauty in all things whether it was considered good or bad to others. But he found you the most beautiful of them all. He won't lie, he fell for you hard when he saw you. Because even when he learnt about your flaw, it didn't matter to him; you were still the fairest of them all. You weren't able to hear his words—but that's alright; he'll gladly write thousands or more letters if it meant to show you just how much he loves you.

He'd gladly and happily dance in hot and burning shoes if it meant to show you his devotion to you, just to show how much he cares for you. And if anyone were to make you doubt? Let's just say they wouldn't be coming closer to you anymore if they caused you pain. But before that, he'd come and comfort you, with words written on paper just so all your worries would go away.

Even if his fingers start to go numb and bruises appear, he won't stop until he finally sees you smile. He's glad that his heart chose you.

END

Wow! Uhm, heyy ik it's been awhile but I finally found enough inspiration to make this! Again sorry it's been awhile I've been so busy that I barely found any time to write at all, but I do hope you guys liked this!

#atier's works✎#rook hunt x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst fluff #twst scenario

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mins-fins · 1 year

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a motherfuckin' trainwreck — yeon sieun

yeon sieun x gender neutral!reader

requested : !

warnings : might be a little ooc (?)

sieun is literally the awkwardest of awkward people

he doesn't even know how he actually got into a relationship is he’s being honest

he's weird about affection too

not like in a "oh i'll kill you if you touch me" kinda way but in a "oh my god your hugging me what do i do?" kinda way

whenever you give him hugs he kinda just stands there, confused

but he loves holding hands

and linking arms probably

your basically the only one who can distract him from studying too much and he pretends to hate it but can't hide how grateful he is

sieun struggles to voice his feelings and he's grateful with how patient you are with him

he probably sometimes still uses platonic words to address you and you just go "wow, friendzoning me after all we've been through?" he would roll his eyes, but he still loves you

your probably on his mind all day

while he's in class he's probably wondering "oh how's [name] doing?", "is [name] alright?", "is [name] happy?"

will literally always sleep on you if he's tired

laying on your shoulder or lap

he's SOOO clingy but then he'll deny it???

"sieun you know your super clingy right?" "stop lying, [name]".

your love language is physical touch and sieun's is probably words of affirmation

oh he LOOVES complimenting you

he just finds everything about you admiring and can't resist the urge to compliment you whenever he gets

"you have nice eyes, [name]", "you know your super pretty right?", "i can't believe how i'm dating such an amazing person".

sometimes he does it without even realizing

and you go so red which he laughs at

despite that sieun isn't the greatest at taking compliments himself

whenever you compliment him he freezes and goes red, not being able to respond

"sieun, your so smart, i can't even begin to rant about how great you are".

"uh huh" sieun.exe.has stopped working

sieun is so confident about the relationship despite how quiet he is??

like he'll hear someone talking bad about you in front of him and he'll say something like "that's my partner, watch your mouth".

he probably gets jealous so easily too

like he just loves your attention and when it's on someone else whose so random

he'll glare from afar

and then you'll ask him later like- "why were you glaring earlier?"

he would probably lie but then say, "fine i was jealous".

then you'd laugh and tease him about it as long as possible

sieun probably helps you study too

he gets so annoyed by you doing everything but listening to him so he literally has to force you to

"[name] can you pay attention?", "no, i'm too busy staring at your pretty face", "shut up".

your literally always at his house

his parents are barely home so you basically live there at this point

"sieun, your beds so comfy", "don't mess up my pillows, [name]".

you probably sleep on him too

like- you'll be laying on his shoulder as he finishes his math work for the night

and you'll have to force him to stop so he could get at least 5 hours of sleep

your probably one of the only people whose made sieun smile more than once in a day (sorry suho)

he hates your stupid jokes but smiles anyway because he loves you so much it's hard not to

he has a habit of running his finger up and down your arm, it's basically become a routine for him

HIS EYES OH MY GOD HIS EYES- he always stares at you with this majestic look

they're always on you if not on that damn paper all the time

he could simply go on and on about you and your interests and how amazing you are and how much he loves you

AND he's such an AMAZING LISTENER too like he remembers all of your interests, pet peeves, what you like, what you hate, your icks, everything

you guys probably listen to music together <333

your the only person who knows the music in his playlist

you read together too

whenever you guys read dramatic books you always give an over-the-top reaction whilst he just stares at you like your insane

"OH MY GOD SHE KILLED HIM!?", "yeah.. that's what it says, [name]".

he's probably just super calm and your super overdramatic

you guys are like the jumpy extrovert x calm introvert trope

you'll be jumping around and full of energy whilst he holds onto you so you don't get lost

he lets you clean his scars and treat his wounds since he likes when you do it

on rare occasions he likes to ramble about just random things and he's so cute when he does it too

like- he'll be going on about his interests and you just sit there staring at him lovingly

you guys are literally opposites attract

sieun being the "grumpy" and reserved introvert whilst your the jumpy and energetic extrovert

i love grumpy x sunshine tropes can you tell??

you always buy him food

making sure to feed him too

you always struggle with that though

"sieun you have to eat", "no i have to study [name]".

he still will eat for you though

sometimes he just likes to lean on his hand and admire you

just stare at you

probably thinking about how pretty you are in his head

he sometimes unconsciously smiles while thinking about you

he just loves you very very much

#weak hero class 1 #yeon si eun #yeon sieun x reader #weak hero #weak hero headcanons #gender neutral reader #scenarios #weak hero scenarios

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psalmsofpsychosis · 2 months

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"#Alfred basically catches a lamb and goes

#''you're a beautiful wolf; i know you are; now you're gonna bite my hand until you draw blood so we both believe it;

#because that's the way we know how to be men.''

#and then 10 years down the line he looks at Bruce and he whispers in horror; ''that's a wolf''

#GIRL YES HE IS; YOU MADE HIM ONE. IT WAS YOU"

Your tags are so- Idk I don't have the words. No wait I DO-

THIS IS FREAKING BEAUTIFUL OMG

The way Bruce wasn't born with sharp teeth and claws to defend himself against the world. The place he was born into removed any need to grow them, but at the same time the place he was born into was the catalyst for him to turn into stone. Hard, unyielding to pressure and with its own jagged edges that you can hit until your knuckels bleed.

But the thing about stone is that you can chip away at it until it looks like what you want.

So Bruce was a lamb at the beginning, possessing talc for a heart, easy to rub to dust, but after the murders, he was molded into something different. He grew teeth and claws so big and strong it became difficult to be gentle, his heart was rubbed to dust and reformed and compressed and rubbed to dust and reformed and compressed until it turned into a diamond.

Alfred taught him how to be a wolf but didn't account on what would happen once Bruce's claws were bigger than his own.

CAN YOU TALK MORE ABOUT BRUCE AND ALFRED'S DYNAMIC PLEASE? You're literally rearranging my brain chemistry as I'm typing, wow. This feels so freaking strange. Thank you so so SO much

I wish you an AMAZING day

GOOD MAD MONDAY NOON TO YOU ANON YOU'RE KILLING ME. Like i'm over here lying face flat on the ground, head fucking full 99 thoughts per second this ride is going straight to hell—

You actually made them sound a lot like the Pygmalion myth, which is so right and true and also a very delicately apt interpretation of the way Bruce and Alfred's dynamic unfolds, particularly in Bruce's childhood, and particularly as portrayed in the Gotham series (which is my all time favourite Bruce&Alfred dynamic anyway, so excuse me for being annoying and immediately nosedive down that rabbithole)

See, to me the thing is, i dont think Bruce and Alfred understand each other at all. They're cut from very different clothes, and Alfred doesn't understand what Bruce /is/, but he understands what Bruce /can become/, maybe even what he's supposed to become, Bruce is the fifth element to him. Combine that lack of understanding and all the love and affection Alfred holds for Bruce and of course he makes a project of perfection out of him; Alfred molds and makes Bruce. Batman as a persona and as a purpose precisely exists *because of the way Alfred raises Bruce*, this is something that Gotham TV puts extra emphasis on. In many ways Alfred does carve Bruce into an idea of perfection, *his* idea of perfection, and Bruce lets him too. This is where stuff get a bit complicated though; Alfred is someone who struggles with his own humanity and darker side. He's so loving and loyal, but he's also bitter and mean with a vicious bite and he handles Bruce with such cold hands sometimes, and he hates every second of it, he hates his own humanity. So he pushes Bruce to get rid of his too, and they have this constant push and pull because Bruce has those exact traits. they're similar not in what they own about themselves, but in their shadows, when the sun shines on them their flawed humanity has the exact same shape and they both don't want a shadow; eventually the way they resolve this is by standing back to back and protecting each other and now they share their shadows and it's not so scary anymore. The Pygmalion myth as a parallel interpretation of their narrative fits so darn well because you are right, Bruce is made into stone and Alfred sculpts him to something beautiful and almost horrifying, almost inhuman, he sometimes forgets that Bruce is a person and not an idea, and it shows. But Bruce breaks mold, he always does, he forces Alfred to live with his own humanity and Bruce's, and this brings up a lot of grief for Alfred, but he loves Bruce so he finds a way to live with it and he does.

The Lamb/wolf metaphor is a different face to this same transformation process; in the early years Alfred has little space for Bruce's terrifying softness, but neither does Bruce. Bruce is scared of his own vulnurability and tenderness, this lamb *wants* to become something else, something less weak and helpless, something that could've saved his parents. He doesn't want to become a wolf persay, but the thing is, he has the makings. This is the reason Alfred can bring it out of him; he very much has the makings of a wolf. to juxtapose it with the pygmalion allegory; you cannot carve out of the stone what is not already in it. (this does bring up the question wether Bruce was ever a lamb at all, but that's a different topic for another day✨️)

anyway yep, i love your mind Anon, and thank you for the question! Hope you have an absolutely wonderful day too ❤️❤️

#i'm gonna put my brain in the Bruce&Alfred vibe juice and put in the lab fridge #let it soak for 79 hours i need to THINK #this is so so good so many good ideas happening here #and i'm always a sucker for Gotham!Bruce&Alfred talk 😩😩#Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #Bruce Wayne meta #Alfred Pennyworth meta #Batman #Batman meta #batfam #Gotham #Gotham TV

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chemical-killjoy · 7 months

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Can you do Coffee Shop AU x Accidental kiss

With Y/N And Gerard Way?

Of course!! Sorry it took so long! It's been a hell of a month lol

Kisses and Coffee

Gerard x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Gerard and Y/N meet in a coffee shop, become friends and more after an accidental kiss

You had been coming to your favourite coffee shop for the last decade, and upon learning that it closed, you were on the hunt for a new one. This devastating news left you wandering around town for a while until you saw a cute little cafe you had never been too before. And there was something about it that just felt right.

You took a small two-person table by the window in the corner of the cafe and looked around. It shop was a light blue-grey with paintings of flowers and posters decorating the walls. The air smelt of coffee, toast and biscuits. There was a hum of noise as the cafe was, while small, pretty full, and it felt like a warm hug.

Once you saw the menu, you were sold. This had to be your new coffee place, I mean, they sold churros!! And ham and cheese croissants! In the same place? Insane in the best way. You ordered a mocha and muffin and were snuggled up with a book while waiting when a hand landed on your shoulder.

“Wow, you're early for a change!” The voice that greeted you was warm, but unfamiliar. You turned around to face the stranger, and the poor man's face dropped.

“I'm so sorry, you are not the person I thought you were,” he said slowly, standing awkwardly and putting his hands in his pockets.

“It's OK, happens all the time,” you lied, giving the man a small smile to put him at ease. He had kind eyes and smile, with an air about him that just made you feel comfort able. There was something about him that soothed you, despite the random introduction.

The man sat down at a table in the opposite corner, and as your food and coffee arrived, he waited for a person that never showed.

You were so engrossed in your book, that when you finished the last few pages, your coffee (what was left of it) was cold, and your muffin barely touched. You put the book down and took a minute to return to reality. You looked up to see the man from earlier checking his watch once again, sighing and looking down at the table. You knew that look well.

You walked over before you could stop yourself.

“Hi,” you started, unsure of yourself. “Mind if I join you?”

“Ah, sure! Doesn't seem like she's coming anyway.” The man replied.

“I thought I recognised that look. I'm sorry,” you said, looking away. “Hey, my name's Y/N.”

“Gerard. Nice to meet you.” Gerard held out a hand, which you took softly. There was a warmth to it that mad you smile.

You sat down, thinking of how to start A Conversation. How do people do that again? Luckily Gerard swooped in to end the awkward silence.

“What book are you reading? You seemed super engrossed in it?”

“Yeah? Sometimes I get carried away when I read, it's like I'm not really on Earth and I'm in the book, watching like a fly on the wall,” you laughed, “Sometimes I get so invested, I make faces and gasp out loud without realising I'm doing it.”

Gerard giggled. “You know you've got a good book on your hands when that happens. So what kind of stories are you into?” He asked, and you launched into a long and comfortable conversation, as though you'd both known each other for centuries.

It had been a few months since you first met, but you and Gerard would meet up every week, having your own miniature book club that eventually turned into exchanging CDs and long heart to hearts til the coffee shops closed and the pubs became quiet.

Over time you struggled to keep your feelings or the man at bay. He was kind and cuddly, but strong and brave, and you just admired him so much. It was hard to stay friends when you watched him talk and focused more on his lips than the words he was speaking.

And though you didn't know it, Gerard got more and more comfortable with you, and found himself falling as well. The small gestures became touches, a soft brush of the hand when passing you something, leaning his head on your shoulder in a booth when you're tired, hugs that last just a moment longer than intended, and the occasional kiss on the cheek when it had been a while. You were scared to think that maybe it was only in your mind that his lips lingered for a breath longer than a friend.

It was a cool night and you and Gerard were meeting up at a pub, as you'd been busy with work all day but you both needed some time away from it all, happily finding refuge in each other.

The pub was a warm and vibrant atmosphere, people laughing, mugs clinking, and staff weaving through the crowd, remarkably spilling nothing. You struggled to find Gerard in the crowd, but suddenly there was a hand on the small of your back. You turned around and the scowl on your face shifted to a smile.

“Gee! How are you!” You cried giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek... or what you intended to be a kiss on the cheek. Gerard had the same idea, and you both went in the same direction. Your lips collided in a short and quick peck that sent electricity through both of you, pulling away with wide eyes.

Gerard laughed. “Well, I'm good now,” he said with a flirting smirk, and you turned your head and blushed.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to-” you started, flustered.

“No no it's fine, I'm sorry, hey, how about we grab a seat?” Gerard stopped you.

You spent a few hours happily munching on hot chips and a burger, and sipping a cider while you chatted about anything and everything you could possibly think of, Gerard talking your ear off equally. By the time your food was gone and your drinks disappeared, the pub was nearly empty and a comfortable quiet came over you both.

Gerard looked at you.

“You know, you had nothing to apologise for, right?” Gerard asked, out of the blue.

“What do you mean?”

“When we kissed. I know it was an accident and all but you didn't need to apologise. I actually, um, I didn't mind it. I wouldn't mind it again.”

You looked away, cheeks heating up fast. When you didn't answer fast enough, Gerard tried to backtrack.

“'M sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, you know what, just forget I said it, it didn't happen and doesn't really matter anyway, I me-”

“Gee.” Was all you had to say to silence him.

You looked up at him with the Y/E/C eyes that he adored with all his heart. Even if your lips never touched his again, he decided he'd be content to just have your eyes stay on his for a few more moments. But you took him by surprise, putting you hand on his and then kissing his cheek. When you pulled away, you shyly bit your lip.

Gerard leant forward slowly, and kissed the skin where your cheek meets your lips, desperate to prove his point, lost for words, and terrified to scare you off. His lips stayed on your skin for a moment longer and you felt his breath on your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine. You pressed your forehead against his, eyes closed, noses rubbing for a moment, before you both leaned in and kissed. It was magic. Not the extreme, passionate, thrilling heat. No. But soft. Calm. Warm. Like the safety coming home from a storm. The contentment of a good book. The joy and comfort of your favourite coffee shop.

The kiss ended and you both barely pulled away, soft smiles on your faces, light in your eyes, and quiet laughter drifting from you.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that,” Gerard said, hand still behind your neck.

“You have no idea how much I need you to do it again.”

And with that, your lips met. And would meet, again, again and again.

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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 8 months

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Mr. Perfect

SUMMARY: Azul struggles to say his true feelings. WORD COUNT: ~700

WARNINGS: Azul overthinking, Azul not wanting to confess, Azul hating himself (slight?? Idk) A/N: Me at almost 11 PM, half-asleep, writing this because I need to add something to my event before my birthday (September 4, which is- close by wow). Anyways this song has been stuck in my head and I felt like it would fit Azul I don't know (sort of does and sort of doesn't) Literally while looking through my playlists I figured out most of these are going to be hard to create a story around whoops- haha. So that's fun- For this event.

Azul had always been secretive.

Sure, you would never know it by the way he acted; he was always extroverted, always saying kind things, the whole shebang.

However, his true secret?

That he hasn't eaten much at all?

That he cries himself to sleep every night without fail?

All of that is hidden behind a radiant smile. A practiced smile.

He hid all parts of himself away; what else could he do?

He couldn't bear it if people thought he was weak. Not again.

And so he put up a front.

Even when he said "Love you," those words weren't a complete truth.

He did it to get what he wanted, to get it when he wanted.

Did that mean he was lying? Perhaps.

But the thing was… He wanted to be in love.

He was never good at loving others, and he mostly shut others down.

After all, who would accept him as who he was? A disgusting octo-mer? He'd laugh in their faces.

He's not the prettiest. He's not special. He's just… Him.

He tries hard, yes. He has to. Otherwise he'll go back to his child self. And he couldn't have that.

No one figured all of this out; not even Floyd or Jade. (Though they could come close with their guesses, especially Jade.)

The lies slipping out of his lips, sweet as honey. The overly practiced smile. Everything was perfected. It had to be perfect, after all.

Still, he couldn't help it when he fell in love with you. But he was terrified, to say the least.

He had said "Love you" to others. He knew that. He knew it was all a lie. But once he started to feel these… Things toward you, he wasn't sure what he could do, if anything.

Was this all a lie? Maybe. Was he lying to himself? He almost hoped that that was the case. Because if he was in love… What then? What could he do?

These thoughts plagued his mind. Day in and day out, it was all he could think.

He was so nervous in approaching you. Though he hid it well, almost teasing you, his heart was racing. If you knew him better, you would see the flash of panic in his eyes that happened ever so often that he so desperately tried to hide.

Still, he hid his weakness. Made sure no one, not even the twins, knew about it.

Azul knew that he had to be the strongest. He couldn't let this ruin all of his plans.

Still, he found himself being lenient toward you. Sometimes giving you a drink free of charge while you were at Mostro Lounge, sometimes just going out of his way to talk to you. Often, he would find himself ordering Floyd to get rid of the noisy guests while you were there so you could have some peace and quiet.

He was greedy. He knew he was being greedy. But he couldn't stop.

He wanted to stay with you; to be your partner, to make you happy.

But he was too afraid to make that final leap and open himself up to you.

To tell you his true feelings.

Until one quiet night at Mostro Lounge, when most of the patrons had left.

He worked up his nerve before slipping into the seat beside you.

You seemed confused, but it was okay - or so he told himself.

He opened his mouth for a moment before closing it again. He couldn't speak.

He was scared sick.

But still… He managed to say, "I am in lo- I care for you a lot, kantokusei-san. Would you… Would you like to go out with me?"

He met your gaze after a moment, hands shaky, breath catching in his throat. He said it. He actually said it. And he didn't stutter that much, either.

But as he waited for your response, he hoped you would feel the same way. Then, perhaps he could say "I love you" for real. And maybe you would know that these were the words that would never be lies - not to you, anyway.

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yearningandpatheticaboutit · 13 days

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SPEAK FOR YOURSELF

CHAPTER 16: WOOYOUNG

wc: 5242

warnings: mention of death, violence, drugs etc, SMUT

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san

i remembered that wooyoung was afraid. he was scared of what would happen if miss A ever found out he shot mingi and deliberately antagonized a hotshot black dragon. looking back, i thought the black dragons would be anatagonized anyway because we caused shit in their side of town to get yunho back, it shouldnt be this big of a deal.

so why are so many bad things happening?

i didnt go to school today. i emailed all my teachers a forged sick note, claiming i couldnt leave the house because i went to the doctor and got diagnosed with sinisitic dizzy spells. most of my teachers are really helpful and good people, so they sent me the work they did for the day so i wouldnt miss out.

being a 'delight to have in class' aka a quiet smart kid who wasnt a pain in the ass had its perks sometimes. regardless, i used my morning to get all my money ready, of which i had just over enough to go to miss A to get her off my back.

when i get there, the place is crawling with old gangsters. miss A is screaming at people and when she sees me she's shocked, as if surprised i actually had guts to show my face. shes propped behind a round steel table in her garage, leaning back in her chair and the room goes silent as her eyes are on me.

"look who it is," she says to me, dipping her cigarette in her ashtray. "Lucky, you better have good news for me."

i bow to her and put the potato sack of money on the table. unfortunately i didnt have anything really fancy like a briefcase. im a fucking gangster on a budget.

she glares at me. "potatoes? is this some kind of joke?"

three guys restrain me out of nowhere, holding a knife under my throat. my breath gets stuck in my throat and i only manage to force out one thing. "m-money."

she doesnt tell them to let me go, which pisses me off. what the hell did i do to make her this mad? she lifts the opening of the sack and only when she sees the cash does she wave the gangsters to get off of me.

they drop me so hard i fall with my butt on the floor and i make no real move to get up in case they jump me again. instead i get to kneeling. "miss A, that's the money from all the dealings."

"i can see that. oh wow, you actually decided to be useful," miss A says, getting up and coming up to me. she puts her hand down on my hair and gently scratches it like you would a dog and i struggle to not show any fear. "if only wooyoung could be like you."

her words make me sweat. "where is wooyoung, miss A?"

i swear, if she laid a hand on him. i dont know what i would do, but no one here, including me, would be left alive.

her eyes darken. "i was actually hoping you would tell me, Lucky. your brother has become a magician. a cold case."

she doesnt know? did wooyoung actually skip town?

"i told him to bring me the hand of who killed my boys or else i would have his. he hasnt been back in days."

fuck. this is bad. im actually starting to get dizzy.

someone rolls into the garage, and my face drops in horror at the man and his disfigured, burnt face. hes in a wheelchair, an armbrace and has a bandage wrapped over everything but his mouth and eyes.

"you and your buddy got changbin and a lot of good boys killed. look what they did to seonghwa." miss A says.

that's fucking seonghwa? he looks fucked. hes never recovering. he wouldve been better off dead. now he really looks like something out of a horror movie, a real, terrifying disfigured butcher.

"that hongjong motherfucker," miss A laughs but there's nothing joyful in it. "he came into MY warehouse, burnt MY cargo, killed MY men. and all because he was looking for you two."

im struggling to breathe. i dont show it but im silently breaking down. i cant take my eyes off seonghwa. thats it? thats my future? i might as well kill myself. seonghwa killed yunho, he was one of the topdogs in the gang. im fucking nothing. if thats what that hongjoong guy could do to him then its over for me.

"he said that?" is all i can get out. miss A lifts my chin and forces me to look at her.

"you're not a boy anymore, Lucky. you'll always be a baby in my eyes, but its time for you to get serious, dont you think?" she tells me. "wooyoung is gone. so someone has to fix this. you know the rules, you make a mess, and you clean it up."

"miss A-" i start stammering. i feel like im going to cry. "we didnt do anything. we never even met that hongjoong guy. wooyoung shot mingi because he tried to kill him. it was in self defence."

"did i ask for an account of what happened?" miss A's voice drips with sarcasm. "i dont care who did what. but my boys paid the price. i wont let an attack on my turf go unpunished. you find wooyoung and you two will go and kill that fucker or i'll have you swimming in a fishtank with the rest of yunho. am i clear?"

fuck no. fuck my life is over. i just started having sex and now i have to die. this is a fucking nightmare.

"yes, ma'am," i nod my head. "when do you want this done?"

"before my boys suffer another attack. he wants you, so let him come."

"you won't find him," seonghwa says and he sounds like a lays packet trying to talk. his voice is raspy and sounds terrible. "he only shows when he wants to be found. and he wanted to be found that day. so make him come to you."

i dont want him anywhere near me! i want to scream. look at what the fuck he did to you.

i have to run away. i have to do it tonight. i have to take everything. i cant think clearly, my brain is beating so hard i can feel it in my ears.

i nod and get up and miss A distractedly starts counting the money. "so you got the money fast. i always knew you could do it, you were just lazy before, yeah?"

i had help, i want to say. yaera's stealing, her savings, wooyoung stealing all mingi's gambling winnings, fucking jongho. i couldnt have done this on my own. i would have been dead by the end of this month.

i did all that, just to stay alive. only to have another target on my head. this...it never fucking ends. its only going to get worse. i cant win. this game, its unbeatable.

i almost want to laugh out of pure irony. and yaera wanted me to ask miss A for a fixed amount. she wanted to help me pay off my dads bullshit debt. im never going to be free.

my hopes and dreams are gone.

"you still have your dad's gun right?" miss A asks me. i say yes in the smallest voice.

she smiles. "you better get to using it then, Lucky."

i leave miss A's garage with nothing left in the tank. nothing but another assignment. an assignment that will kill me.

im the sacrificial fucking lamb. why is she doing this to me? because she thinks i can do it? because she wants to get rid of me? i did what she asked of me. i got her yunho. i got her the drug money. now she wants me to kill an assassin? an assassin that already has a bodycount of seven?

and hes brutal. four of those were other gangsters, luckily none of those were ours at the time, but he guts every one of his enemies. he was connected to a murder of a prostitute. and cut out the stomachs and sliced off the hands of two guys who apparently looked at his sister.

what the FUCK am i getting into.

i get home and i dont know what to do. everything comes crashing down on me. i throw my fist into the picture frames on the wall, sending glass bursting everywhere. i look at the picture of my parents, feeling nothing but burning hatred. i hate them both. i hate my mother for leaving me behind in this shit life and i fucking hate that bullshit excuse of a sperm donor for killing me.

he killed me. he signed my death sentence.

i start tearing everything apart. im ripping my apartment to shreds because nothing matters. this is all useless, nothing, i wouldnt fucking miss this place. i have nothing but awful memories here. but my anger doesnt last. it comes crashing down so fast that im left to collapse next to my bed and i cant stop myself from crying.

its over for me. everything is.

i had nothing to begin with. nothing except...

without even thinking, my bleeding hand reaches for my phone on my desk and calls her. she picks up on the first ring.

"san?" her voice is comforting and i dont know why. i dont fucking know this girl. she doesnt know me. but shes all i have. and i dont even reall have her. "are you okay? you never call me."

i cant even speak, im heaving into the microphone and sniffling uncontrollably.

"san?" she sounds more concerned. oh shes concerned for me. thats nice. i'll remember how nice it feels when i die.

"c-can you come over, please?"

i dont even recognize my voice. its cracking and its like the pained whimper of an animal. she puts off the phone and i wrap myself around my bedsheets, curling into a pathetic ball.

shes here within 15 minutes. i dont know how she got here so fast. she was supposed to be at school. it was still one period before lunch. she must have been skipping. i wish i skipped more class now that i know im not going to live very long. studying all that shit was pointless. i should have been living like her. like i dont have a care in the world. but i cant. and i never could.

she walks into my apartment with her eyes wide, dropping her blazer off her shoulders and onto my dirty floor. "what the hell happened? are you okay?" she runs and puts herself infront of me.

"did someone break in?" she holds my wet face. i never stopped crying. not once. she looks horrified seeing me this way. i cant imagine how bad i must look. "oh my god."

she hugs me. she hugs me and i grip her so tightly till i feel my lungs tighten. the tears are pouring harder now. im staining her white blouse.

"im going to die," i choke out. "they're going to kill me."

"what?" she gasps. "who?"

i try to speak but i dont stop crying. this is fucking awful. she shushes me and lets me continue, rubbing my hair in the softest way that makes me hope i wont die, just so that i'd experience it more than once.

"im here, dont worry."

of course you are. you're always here. always invading my apartment. always working on my nerves. always in my head since i fucking met you. i wish i didnt take that for granted for as long as i did. if i knew this was all i'd have left.

i dont know what possesses me. i pull away from her, my hands drift up to the buttons of her blouse. im careful so she knows i wont hurt her the way he did. she watches my bleeding knuckles, looking at me with tender eyes. she doesnt stop me. i flick open the first button as she stands above me.

"can i?" i choke out. "this is all i have."

she starts removing her own buttons. "you dont even have to ask," she tells me.

she trusts me so much. if this is all i have left then i dont want to destroy it.

she drops her blouse, revealing her bronze, skin bare skin and black bra. the sun in my blinds isnt doing her justice. i reach behind her and unclip her bra and her boobs spill out right in my face. her skin is warm. shes so warm. she lifts my ugly brown hoodie off my body, trailing her hand down my stomach.

her touch feels like satin. i dont deserve it. she doesnt deserve this.

"i-i dont want to use you as a coping mechanism," i tell her but im talking to a wall. i dont want to but i am. im going to die and all i want to do is fuck her one last time. there isnt enough time in the world.

she kisses me sorely, with way too much emotion for what we really are. two broken, fragile people. we have no business with each other, but she kisses me like i mean something.

"for you, san, i'd let you use me however you want," she whispers against my lips. "as long as its you."

i feel my heart pain. i want to cry again but my dick is hard and i can only focus on two things at once. so i deal with my boner first.

i slide down her thin, pink underwear from under her skirt and it drops to her ankles. she steps out of it and pulls my sweatpants out from under me, immediately sliding herself onto my dick.

she moans softly into my ear and it feels like heaven. shes like heaven wrapped in one complicated woman. she could destroy me. she could ask to end me and i would let her.

i'd rather it be you than anyone else.

i grip her softly and my hands are stinging but i dont care. i feel weak. but somehow with her here, it doesnt hurt as much. shes riding me slowly, its crazy how without any foreplay shes already drenched down there. i guess she does like me a little.

she peppers kisses all over my neck as i hold her up, losing my mind as she slowly sinks and rises onto me. i never fucking liked our stupid school uniform but seeing it on her like this, with her on me, just makes me lose my mind. jongho doesnt fucking know what he missed out on.

"you know i care about you right?" she whispers into my ear. "its about more than just the money. you know that right?"

my lips her are on her chest and i kiss her there slowly. "i know," i mutter. actually i didnt know that. i dont know what the fuck she sees in a dickhead like me.

"good," she says, then pushes me down to my back. she adjusts herself to straddle me properly but i cant watch her struggle to please me. i get back up and flip her under me, pushing her back down gently when she tries to protest.

"but-"

"i want you to feel the way you make me feel," i say. and i never thought i'd ever utter words like that. fuck, no wonder everyone thought i was gay.

i drag my lips down her perfect, sculpted torso and plant them onto her shivering, wet hole. she whimpers weakly as i stick my tongue inside, slowly impaling her with it. i dont care that im taking my time honestly. im going to die, so i might as well make this as long as it can.

i drink up her bitter juices, lapping my tongue across her slit. the moans she lets out are otherworldly, definetely worthy of a noise complaint. i dont mind it. i feel useful for once in my life. i slowly inch a finger into her warm hole, sucking on her pleasure button while im at it. i'd call it her clit, but thats too rough for me.

"san please," she begs. "i want you so bad, just fuck me already."

i stop at her request, getting up and over her. i line myself at her entrance, pushing in slowly. she throws her arms around my neck and the eye contact we have as i just lay there inside her is enough to make me drop it all. i'd drop it all and leave with her, wherever she wanted to go.

her hole feels like home. my dick fits perfectly inside her. its warm and hugs me and i cant get enough of it. i push in and out slowly, taking in her eyes. they havent left mine. her lips are parted in bliss, and i decide to kiss them. she moans into my mouth, and it feels like a fucking spell being casted on me. i accelerate the pace, and the lewd sounds of her squelching and our breaths syncing up are all that can be heard.

it turns around so fast. im fucking into her at a pace thats desperate. like if i fuck her any slower, its going to get taken away from me. everything will. her legs are wrapped around my waist and she clenches on me, as if she doesnt want me to ever leave. i dig my fingers into her skin, holding onto dear life as i feel myself getting closer.

"wait," she breathes. "i wanna do it standing up."

i pause mid stroke. "how?"

"against the wall. lift me."

i go along with it. we get up and she lays with her back against the wall, lifting her leg so i can put it in. i pick her up and she slides onto me perfectly, and this new angle makes my brain go foggy. its so much deeper and tighter, i can feel her soak onto me.

i start ramming into her against the wall and her hair is hanging down her face, making her look like a sexier version of the grudge. she looks utterly lost in it all, and its so enjoyable to watch. i feel like im doing something right seeing her looked so absolutely fucked out.

my legs grow weaker as i hit her walls, feeling myself getting closer to the edge. shes demanding, with her legs wrapped around me she wont stop till ive been emptied.

"you're so fucking perfect," she whisper-whines, and its enough for me to blow. i completely blow inside her and she creams on me at the same time, our juices mixed together like some fucked up smoothie.

i drop her and she doesnt remove her arms from my neck. instead she pulls my body towards her, till we're chest to chest, completely naked amd kisses me harder than she ever has before.

this isnt even because we're fucking. she just wants to do it. and honestly, i needed it so badly.

when she pulls away im left yearning for more. it makes me sick. "thank you," i tell her. "i needed this."

"i know," she says softly. "tell me everything."

***

after i tell yaera everything, we're sitting on the bed beside each other, a painful, weighing silence between us.

"what are you going to do?" she asks, sounding hopeless.

"i have to kill the guy. or miss A's going to kill me."

"the police?" she says but knows immediately it wont work.

"i'd die before miss A sees trial," i laugh emptily. "and i'd go to jail for sure. she has enough on me to make sure i'm wanted."

she's frowning. she's realizing money cant buy my freedom. or my life.

"after you kill that gangster...nothing will be the same," she says. "you'd have blood on your own hands."

i shrug and stare out of my window. "it ends here, yaera. for both of us."

she stands up abruptly and looks like she wants to break into sobs. "no you can't disappear after this. i still need you."

i smile weakly. hearing that makes me feel better. someone will miss me.

"when i'm gone, you can have my apartment. i have some money left over here, maybe you'll be able to get away for good. you'll never deal with that freak again."

she's not happy with my answer. "no, san. i dont want you to go. i dont want you to disappear. cant we catch a one way flight? can't we run? i'll run with you. i promise."

she actually wants to stay with me. when i dont answer yaera bends down infront of me, holding my hands. i cant believe how quickly things turned around. i have so much to lose.

"when you finish your business, we're getting the fuck out of here, okay? promise me. i'll get the tickets, i'll get everything ready. but promise me you'll come back to me."

i cant promise that i'll be alive. i want to, but i dont want to lie to her.

"i cant promise i'll make it back, yaera," i mutter. a tear rolls down her face. "and even if we run away, is this really sustaintable?"

"is what?"

"us?"

she scoffs. "i dont think now is the time to think of what we are. i dont care about defining this relationship, thats not important. all i know is, you're all i have."

"you're all i have too." i whisper.

"thats enough for me. so promise?"

"okay, i promise."

"good, now lets clean up here and pick a place on the map."

yaera and i spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning up my shattered apartment. i take my parents pictures and throw it in the spare room where i dont have to see it. when we're done, yaera makes herself at home and lays down in my bed watching youtube. i get dressed and she switches off her phone when she notices.

"where are you going?"

"remember those gangsters you met the night you followed me? im paying them a visit." i tell her.

"your dad's old gang...are you going to ask them to help you?"

"yeah. i wanna see if they've heard from wooyoung. get help where i can."

"okay. is it cool if i stay over?" she asks. "i dont feel like going home."

she doesnt even have to ask anymore. i say my goodbyes and make my way downtown.

getting into mao's place has always been shady, im surprised there are guys outside the door. they see me and are shocked to see me, letting me in and muttering shit in cantonese under their breaths.

i find mao sitting around a table and gambling and by god, i find wooyoung too.

he freezes when i see him and i have half the mind to beat the shit out of him. this is where hes been the whole fucking time?!

"sannie!" mao yelps with his cigarette dangling off his lips. "look we're finally good enough for him again! i heard you've been visiting everyone BUT me!"

i run across the room and catch wooyoung before he can run. then i pick him up and toss him into the closest wall. "you DICKHEAD!" i scream.

mao's men jump up from their seats and get between us. "woah woah woah!" mao shouts. "no fucking fighting under my roof! take that shit to the alley!"

"what the fuck man?!" wooyoung huffs. "arent you glad im alive?"

"you couldnt pick up a phone? you couldnt call me to let me know?" i snap. "i thought you fucking skipped town!"

"i had to toss my phone!" wooyoung stresses. "miss A is looking for me."

"i KNOW! I KNOW SHES LOOKING FOR YOU BECAUSE ITS BECOME MY PROBLEM, WOO!"

i start laughing hysterically. "we're fucked. we're both fucked because of you and i hope you know that."

wooyoung stands up, dusting himself off. he has a remorseful look on his face. fucking say something coward.

"i tried to keep you out of it," he admits shamefully. "i was gonna get it done."

"you were gonna kill hongjoong by yourself?" i scoff. "you'd be done for before you even do anything!"

"mao gave me a gun," woo says. i look to mao and he shrugs.

"you know about this?" i ask him.

"as long as he doesnt involve me, i dont mind helping out," mao says. "i dont want black dragons on this side of the world, but bae su ji is losing her touch."

"who the fuck is bae suji?" both woo and i ask angrily.

"Miss A."

"you know Miss A's government name?" woo questions. mao shrugs.

"we used to date in high school."

we're getting off track. im still fucking angry, i turn to wooyoung.

"so? let me hear this fucking plan of yours."

"i dont want you involved san. we cant both be dead."

it feels like my veins are going to pop. "she's going to KILL ME if i dont fucking do something about that hongjoogn fucker. he put seonghwa in a wheelchair and killed changbin. shes going to kill me if i dont get involved, woo, so just tell me the fucking plan."

"hongjoong's sister is getting married soon," mao interjects. "woo's gonna wipe him out there."

"and then im going to skip town for real," woo says with a dark look. "mao's arranged for me to go to hong kong. im gonna work for him there."

"you know who was also supposed to go to hongkong?" i laugh darkly. "yunho."

the room falls into uncomfortable silence aside from the sound of dominoes hitting the table.

"i'll be there, woo." i tell him. "im leaving town too."

"where are you going?" both mao and woo asks.

"im leaving with yaera," i answer woo only. mao is confused and wooyoung tells him its my girlfriend.

"you left Flor?" mao is shocked. i sigh remembering that yaera gave mao a fake name when she followed me. i dont dignify him with an answer.

"alright man," woo sounds defeated. "now you know. i didnt wanna keep in touch because i didnt want to make things worse."

"they're already bad, woo. you not telling me changed nothing."

ive calmed down significantly. i feel defeated but at least i know this bastard is alive.

"what about mingi?" i question. "he started this shit in the first place."

"im taking them both out," wooyoung says. "mingi's the groom. hongjoong's walking his sister down the aisle."

how convenient. two birds with one stone. now, how were we going to get out of it alive?

"WE, wooyoung," i correct him. "WE'RE taking them both out."

***

yaera

after i helped san clean up his rampage, i saw something interesting in his spare room.

i stare at the daewoo k5 in my hands, i never realized san was the kind to keep guns. with the way he lives, i guess i shouldnt be surprised. he needs it more than anything.

something dangerous popped into my mind when looking at it. the first thing i thought of was wiping santo off this earth.

wouldnt i be doing a good deed? taking that rapist, pedophile and fucking freak off this planet?

he called me again. from a different number. i never pick up unknown IDs because of him. but i picked up this time, and all i heard was him breathing harshly.

"i dont like being ignored, yaera. it hurts my heart. you dont want to know how i act when im hurt."

i wonder if yasmine found out, and thats how she ended up where she did.

i know he wasnt anywhere near her when she died, but the thought that he touched her the way he touched me...the fact that she enjoyed it. it was driving me insane. i feel myself losing it with every single thought that flashes by me.

i just want to leave. i want san to finish up his business, come out alive and free me from this place.

we decided on soroa, cuba. europe wouldnt be a good place for us to start over in. latin america would be fresh. its going to be better.

i tried to keep busy but my stomach ached for san. with every apartment i looked at, every beach and every municipality i imagined living in, i had a thought of san never seeing it. i feel so fucking helpless.

i cant fix any of this. i never could but ive never felt this cornered before now. if anything happens to him, i know im going to end up in a ward. i cant leave this place without him when he helped me get to this point.

my parents have left me so many missed calls. so have irina and claire. none from anya? thats weird. she always leaves me the most calls.

i decide to call irina back. i havent heard from them aside from drug related business so it'd be nice if she could take my mind off the fuckery thats been taking place. they always have the most interesting things to tell me. vacationing in saint tropez, partying in monaco, i'd love them to tell me about cuba.

irina picks up first ring. "hey girl–"

"you fucking bitch," she snares at me. i jolt up from the bed at her tone.

"hello?" i repeat in confusion.

"anya is DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU!"

fire creeps up on my skin. it feels like all my hairs raising.

"w-what?"

"she fucking mixed whatever pill you gave her and she threw up all over herself. we fucking rushed her to hospital and she didnt make it!"

this has to be why my parents called me. oh my god. oh my god anya's dead.

"i dont know what you mean," is the first thing i say. probably not the best thing but its the first thing i could get out. there has to be people around her right now. i cant risk it.

"now you dont know what im talking about?" irina snaps. "you fucking killed her."

"anya has a history of drug abuse, irina. why are you blaming me for this? im sorry for what happened but dont call me with this bullshit ever again."

i quickly put off the phone and start hyperventilating. fuck this is a mess, my parents probably found out. they probably know. if i go home im screwed. i cant go home, they'll keep me there.

how do i stay out of this. i know i cant go to jail, none of them have any proof that i dealt them drugs. not a single shred of evidence. there are the cellphone records, but those calls cant get traced back to me. the phone's too old. i need to stay away from them.

i have to fix this, somehow. i cant unload it on san he has enough on his plate. but it sounds like ive made an enemy out of the closest thing i have to friends. i dont know what to do.

i look at the gun on my lap. i have to finish the story.

***

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heart has his heart | part 9.

Summary: (Y/N) Heart is chosen alongside her friends to attend Auradon Prep. Of course her friend Mal’s mom, Maleficent, has a much more sinister plan than the kids just attending Auradon. Will they be able to pull of stealing the wand or will (Y/N) find herself liking Auradon a bit too much?

Pairing: Ben x reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Fairy Godmother stood in front of you and the other VKs. You were back in Goodness 101 at Auradon Prep. True to his word, Ben was able to get the Bandersnatch into Auradon. Everyone now knew the scary yet harmless beast in the forest was your Bandersnatch.

What they didn’t know about was the Jabberwocky hidden in the forest as well. The Jabberwocky preferred to spend its time around the Enchanted Lake when no one else but you were there.

“Since we can’t exactly bring your parents here, we set up a little surprise for you!” Fairy Godmother chirped enthusiastically.

You watched Fairy Godmother turn on the TV and saw all the VKs parents, but yours. Everyone else ran towards the television and you calmly walked.

“Hi, mom.” Mal spoke first.

“Oh, Mal. I m-miss you,” Maleficent struggled to get the words out.

“You children are never far from our thoughts.” Jafar chimed in.

Typical villain parents, didn’t really care. It was hard for VKs to always love their parents when sometimes it doesn’t feel like the love is there.

“Have you started without us? Oh no, no, (Y/N)? (Y/N) dear, we’re here darling.”

Your parents plopped down in front of you on the TV screen. Somehow, it was more embarrassing the way they showed up than if they hadn’t shown up at all.

“Hi mommy. Hi daddy. How are you guys?”

“Just great darling, you showing those Auradon peasants how a true royal is?”

“You know it. Oh we went to Wonderland the other day, I found your—”

“How long must mommy wait to see you, Mal?” Maleficent cut you and your parents’ conversation short. Typical Maleficent, it’s honestly a miracle Mal wasn’t all sorts of messed up with her as a mother.

“Well Ben’s coronation is coming up so probably not till some time after that. It’s really busy around here right now, you know.”

“You sure we can’t see you before that. I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t get my hands on that little magic w— you! Little magic you.”

“I’m positive, mom.”

The villains started arguing amongst themselves, completely ignoring their children. Your parents took this chance to continue talking to you.

“Wonderland? Oh sweetie that’s amazing. It was everything we said it was right?”

“Yeah dad. Mom! I found Aunty’s Bandersnatch.”

“The Bandersnatch? Wow I haven’t… Cruella! Jafar! Shut up! The Bandersnatch, dear that’s incredible… push me again Grimhilde and I’ll throw you over the couch.”

“Sorry, I’m not aiming for you. If Miss Horns over here would stop…”

“Anyway dear, did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yeah, I… JAY!”

Jay made a move to end the video call, all the villains were getting too out of hand.

“Sorry, (Y/N). They were just too much.”

“Whatever, it’s fine.”

“Thanks Fairy Godmother for trying, but I think we’re done here.”

“Sorry, children.”

“It’s fine,” you reassured Fairy Godmother. “Pretty used to it. Our parents can’t be with each other for more than five minutes without arguing.”

The VKs walked off.

“Hey M. What do you think our parents are going to do if we don’t pull this off?” Evie asked.

“Oh we’re so dead.”

The VKs camped out in Jay and Carlos’ room trying to come up with a good plan to snatch the wand. They had a time and place but they still needed a plan.

“So, I grab the wand, hand it to Mal. And then we try to get the hell outta dodge…”

“Easier said than done.”

“Evie.” Mal handed her perfume bottle. “You’ll spray the limo driver with this, knock him out. Then you and Carlos swing by to get Jay, (Y/N), and I.”

The VKs were silent.

“We can do this guys! ‘Cause we’re rotten…” Mal said very unsure.

“To the core.” You all echoed.

“Hey, M!” you called the girl before you went into your room. “About what we talked about…”

“Yeah, I’m on it. Are you sure you want to do this (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, after our parents take over the world something about Ben still being forced to be in love with me seems… extra cruel. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, (Y/N/N).”

~~~~~~~~~

Family Day was the most overly cheesy display you’d ever seen in your life. And you had the pleasure of attending the Mad Hatter’s unbirthday party a few days ago. This had to be corny even by Auradon Prep standards. Ben and the student choir opened the day with a hip-hop rendition of his mom’s favorite song, “Be Our Guest”.

You and the other VKs watched from around the corner. You watched as Jay and Carlos went off to go stick their face in the chocolate fountain.

“Do I know you dear?” An old lady turned to you.

“Mmm? Oh no, I’m a new student here. Transfer of sorts.”

“Oh, really? Well I hope you like it here.”

“Yeah, you could say it’s really growing on me.”

“Isn’t that nice to hear.”

“Grandmother I don’t think you want to be talking to these people.” Audrey came up behind the old woman.

“Grandma?”

Mal ran up to you. “(Y/N), you’ve got to try these strawberries! Soo good!”

“YOU!” The old woman yelled at Mal.

This is about to be a big problem, you thought. Mal stood next to you confused.

“Audrey’s grandmother,” you whispered to your friend.

“How did you escape? And how did you manage to stay so young?!”

Ben quickly ran onto the scene.

“Queen Leah, it’s okay. Maleficent is still on the Isle. This is her daughter, Mal. And that’s (Y/N) Heart. She’s Mary Elizabeth’s, I mean, The Queen of Heart’s daughter. Remember the proclamation about bringing the Isle kids over. Give the new generation a chance.”

“To do what, Ben? Wreak havoc and destroy us?”

“They aren’t trying to do anything. They’re just like us.”

You were ready to say something and try to garner peace but good old Chad Charming had to show up and make everything worse.

“I mean you stole another girl’s boyfriend, I don’t know if that’s exactly like us.”

“That’s enough, Chad!” Ben said to his friend.

“And you,” Chad said to Evie, “are nothing but a gold digging cheater.”

“Magic mirror in my hand, who’s the biggest jerk in the land?”

Evie shoved the mirror in Chad’s face. He knocked the mirror out of her hand, making Jay and Carlos jump in.

“Hey, don’t touch her!”

Ben was caught in the middle trying to hold back both Chad and Jay. Chad was all up in Evie’s face so you panicked grabbed the perfume bottle from her purse and sprayed him with it.

“What did she do?!” Audrey yelled drawing even more attention. At this point, all the families on the grass were staring at you and the VKs.

“Come on guys, let’s get out of here. Let’s go!”

“I was worried something like this would happen.” You heard Beast say as you guys ran off. “Do something, son.”

You and the others were moping outside on one of the picnic tables. You didn’t want to talk to anybody about just happened. You thought things were getting better and in one hour you guys managed to ruin everything.

“Evie,” Doug approached. “Are you alri—”

“Doug!” Jane called him over.

“One second.”

“Doug!”

You watched Mal pull out her spellbook. “Beware forswear, undo Jane’s hair.”

You could hear Jane scream along with the other Auradon girls laughing and didn’t have to look to know her old bob was back. She deserved it honestly, as far as you were concerned.

Ben came up behind you resting his hands on your shoulders. He placed his chin on your head.

“Hey guys, how are you? I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay. You know forget about it. Everything will be fine after coronation tomorrow. I have to go do preparations, but it’ll be fine. I promise.”

“Ben’s delusional.”

You and the VKs could hear Audrey from the table behind you.

“Does he really think it’ll be fine. A villain will always be a villain, no matter how much Ben tries to doll them up. Evil has a stench and it doesn’t smell like roses.”

“It’s just the bad girl infatuation, Audrey. Don’t worry it won’t last. Ben will never make a villain a queen.” You heard someone else say from the table.

“He doesn’t have to cause I already am one, bitch.”

You didn’t miss a beat. You tried being nice but some of these kids just didn’t want to give you VKs a chance.

“Has the Hearts reign over Wonderland actually been reinstated? Because I don’t think so.”

“You know what!” You stood up from the table. “What did we ever do to you! We’ve done nothing but try to be nice since we got here!”

“You really think you guys are good here?”

The Auradon kids started laughing.

“I’ll call the Bandersnatch,” you threatened angrily. The others went wide-eyed and ran.

Mal grabbed your arm. “That’s it. Let’s blow this popsicle stand.”

You walked off, pissed.

(end)...

#ben florian x reader #ben descendants #descendants fic

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champagnepodiums · 1 year

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Initial Thoughts on The Lando GQ Article

Perhaps I am struggling a bit with insomnia but on the plus side, it gives me a chance to write out my first thoughts on Lando's GQ article (which, if you haven't read it, you can find it here)

First and foremost, I don't think for a second that some of the emphasis in this article is on accident. When I read articles in this lens, I operate under the assumption that there is a means to an end for everything.

And we start with the little article summary (I cannot think of what it's actually called) -- "The nicest guy in Formula 1 and the breakout star of Drive to Survive has sped through the young ranks to lead a team a McLaren's new first driver."

This article hammers two things hard:

Lando is a really fucking nice guy

Lando hasn't been McLaren's first driver (until now).

And that starts in the first paragraph with an anecdote about the writer's car breaking down and how Lando is sympathetic.

And then it immediately flips to the second thing the article is hammering with, "... A fact that will see him take on the role of McLaren's lead driver at the start of the 2023 season in March. It's a significant milestone for Norris, who, over six years with McLaren, has served a comprehensive apprenticeship. "I was patient, but I always felt like I wanted to be ahead of where I was," he admits of his time being spent first as a bench warmer, then as a second driver to Carlos Sainz and Daniel Ricciardo.

I think we are seeing the beginning of McLaren's attempt to get their PR back on track from everything that happened with Daniel but saying that Lando somehow served as the second driver to Daniel is a bit laughable (and I tend to be a harsher critic of Daniel than most).

I also wonder if this piece is meant to mark a wanted shift of Lando's image from like "goofy boy next door" to something more adult because this writer says, "The first thing that strikes you Is just how handsome Norris is." And I think that declaration is so much more adult than just about anything written about Lando that I can recall.

(Also I just -- sometimes I read things about racing drivers and I'm like 'wow, that sounds very neurodivergent of you.' and I had that exact thought about the tidbit about Lando wearing sunglasses because bright lights give him headaches.)

ANYWAYS not the point.

The article mentions Lando's reputation for shyness but Zak Brown himself reveals that Lando has come out of his shell more recently, the article calling him a 'good leader in-waiting'. We're just hammering away the idea that Lando has been waiting in the wings to take this coveted leadership role.

The article flips back to the idea that the 2023 season is the first season that Lando will be McLaren's first driver. Talking about Drive to Survive and describing the fourth season as "...The 2021 World Championship, Daniel Ricciardo's first season as McLaren's first driver."

There it is again.

First driver.

It's so interesting because I cannot recall McLaren ever calling Daniel or Carlos their first driver. (Correct me if I'm wrong, though, like my title says these are my initial thoughts). The writer goes on to detail episode five and it uses the phrase "repeatedly outperforming Ricciardo..."

And that might be the truth but it doesn't feel like an accident that that wording is included.

BUT the author is quick to point out that "Ricciardo has also refuted rumours of bad blood, telling Channel 4 that he felt no tension with Norris."

The article now starts to pivot towards Lando and how he is 'just a normal guy' and how 'he navigates fame by being unapologetically himself'. Other descriptors are 'the kid your mum might ask to make sure things don't get out of hand at a sleepover.' and 'nice' and 'modest'. The one thing Zak Brown faults Lando over is the fact that he runs five minutes late.

The article details his career which I don't feel the need to rehash -- it doesn't tell us anything new.

But then we go back to the idea of Lando becoming McLaren's number one with a little caveat, "He may have signed a multi-year contract to race as McLaren's number one, but when it comes down to the wire, his position is dependent on his ability to win races." This sounds a whole lot like what was floated at/about Daniel by Zak Brown.

Then the article touches on Lando speaking on mental health (although nothing new is added by Lando which is a little bit disappointing but I digress). It goes into his hobbies and then continues onto how Lando wants to be a WDC (which is like the most cliched thing ever because if you're an F1 driver and don't want to win a WDC, what are you doing it for?)

It closes with "This might not be Norris' season. It might not even be next season." etc etc etc.

So circling back to the two things the article hammers hard, I have some thoughts about why.

Of all the things that could have been written, why were those the two things that were hammered home?

One of the most surprising things to me about my gain data is that Lando did not gain over a million new followers over the 2022 season. Especially considering the fact that in 2021, he gained ~2.3M new followers.

I think McLaren's lack of performance didn't help but I think there was a general dimming of enthusiasm about Lando in 2022. There were LandoGates (which conveniently were not even implied in the article) and everything that happened with Daniel just dimmed the enthusiasm around Lando Norris and that 100% affected his gains.

So I think this article is attempting to remind fans why we love(d) Lando. And it hit all of the highlights (that he's nice, relatable and he has spoken about mental health etc etc).

This also was a PR piece for McLaren. They are holding that Daniel was in fact the first driver this entire time and now! Now it's finally Lando's turn! Which means that obviously, the allegations that they've been developing the car for Lando specifically cannot be true because Lando has been the second driver this entire time! (It feels a bit like gaslighting and I'm not even trying to be glib here).

The fact that it is mentioned/alluded to multiple times in the article suggests that it probably wasn't an accident or a silly journalist writing it because he doesn't know any better.

I wonder if they are preemptively pushing back against whatever DTS storyline is going to be shown in just over a month's time.

So yeah, maybe I am just an insomniac who thought too hard but those were my initial thoughts about the article. If you read this far, thank you and I'm sorry but I'd love to know your thoughts on the article!

#Lando Norris #F1 #Formula One #This is an essay nobody wanted LMAO

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do u ever think about the way olivia rodrigo invented music

just kidding i know the emotions she sings about have existed since the beginning of time but im just now realizing that if i was born in the taylor swift era i would 100% be a swiftie bc i was thinking abt olivia rodrigo’s music the other day and unironically had the thought “wow she literally invented having emotions” before i managed to catch myself. but honestly i think it’s crazy how accurately she captures all these feelings of insecurity and heartbreak (and now joy!) so perfectly!!

“lacy” and “pretty isn’t pretty” seem so similar on the surface, but i feel like lacy is more of a gradual realization that no matter what u do—or how ur actually perceived—you will never feel as feminine as u want to. there will always be people (aka Lacy) who are gonna be effortlessly elegant and beautiful and feminine and feeling jealous of that is so fuckin stupid but that doesn’t stop u from caring. and then i like “pretty isn’t pretty” bc i feel like that’s the aftermath of Lacy. idk the part abt her trying every shade of lipstick really hit bc when i was first experimenting w makeup i remember feeling so insecure that none of them seemed “my” color. also i really like the gradual buildup of “it’s in my phone/head/magazines/the boys i bring to bed” bc i feel like that describes the pipeline so well

anyway now let’s get into the new songs she released. i’m actually not sure if they’re new bc when i searched it up after it popped up on my spotify google said she released this back in 2023? so idk. but her youtube channel literally has this all released within the last few days. but my favorite thing about these songs is how im in the same era she’s in rn. that happened to me with “sour” and “guts” reopened a lot of those old wounds, so i absolutely love the healing theme (? i know that’s not the right word but it’s hard to think rn) this album has. let’s start off with obsessed since that popped up for me first

obsessed? yeah, obsessed with this fucking song. seriously. “if you knew how much i thought about her you’d think i was in love” already starting off on a banger. also i watched the mv and i loved it. this song literally couldn’t have came at a more perfect time, yall ever just randomly remember that ur s/o has dated ppl that aren’t u before? chilling realization, really

scared of my guitar? “i can’t lie to it the same way i like to you”? “i lay in your arms and pretend that it’s love”? “i’d rather be tied to someone even if they’re wrong”? oh my god. i was literally thinking about this the other day. like, being in a relationship bc u want to be or if it’s bc you’re scared of being by yourself. and i also like the fact that it’s insinuating that the other person is the better half. bc sometimes it does feel like literally just loving someone when you struggle so much with the thoughts i mentioned is just the same as stringing them along. but then also i think it’s nice to pretend you’re in love bc obviously at the beginning of a relationship you have no idea if it’s ever going to go that far, so i think we often fall in love with the idea of being loved. which sounds a bit corny when i put it like that, but scared of my guitar made *me* feel like a tortured poet bc i used to be like “im chill ! :o)” and then open up ao3 and write a billy taupe/lucy gray story like girl…. that’s not the same as olivia rodrigo being folksy and cute

speaking of being folksy and cute, “girl i’ve always been” is so folksy and cute! i literally hate country music so fucking much (i’m sorry… one time this guy in hs played God’s Country in front of the class for a presentation and he stood there kinda ominously so ever since then i’ve kinda hated it) but this song was nice i liked it! i like the confidence it exudes, someone already mentioned this in the comments but it really is giving off lucy gray vibes, especially “with venom on my tongue u ask me who i’ve become” like okayyy someone needs to write a billy taupe/ lucy gray inspired story abt that line immediately. i don’t really have much more to say since this one was the one i found the least personally relatable, but i love the sassiness of it all!!

stranger. this one was a FUCKING banger, this was the sort of era i was in when guts released so im so glad miss olivia rodrigo could put the feeling of realizing u don’t *need* someone u thought u literally couldn’t live without into words. “i always thought it was some comforting lie ppl told” literally. also the call back to “enough for you” by saying “if im not enough for you then you’re not enough for me either” :,). i think growing up is quite nice

so american. fav! <3 <3 <3. “he’s like a poem i wish i wrote” hands down my favorite lyric fucking ever. i LOVE this song. like i said with “lacy” and “pretty isn’t pretty” bleeding into each other, i think the same applies w this song and “scared of my guitar.” like after u get over ur fear of ur guitar u realize that ur so american and suddenly wanting to get married and be in love doesn’t seem so selfish anymore. i really, really love this song (if i haven’t already mentioned that)

sorry, i know this was a long post! stranger had me bursting into tears so i told Boyfriend i needed to write in my “notes app” abt it so everyone say hi Boyfriend. but seriously im feeling so american rn i literally was like “leave me alone and don’t touch me im feeling explosively emotional” and he was like ok! here’s some fruit. and then now im writing on my phone about songs i love. like is there any better feeling??

#i wrote all that and realized it’s not a new album it’s literally guts extended 😭😭#so little did i know me and her albums have always been in the same era #but seriously i love olivia rodrigo’s music so fucking much #i hope i get to see her in concert someday that would be so cool #anyway olivia rodrigo fans what did we think abt the songs #long post #dear diary

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Mr. Snuggles

Keith/Lance (Voltron), Hunk & Lance (Voltron), Pidge & Lance (Voltron), Fluff and Humour, 1.5k Words

Summary:

Lance had always had a soft spot for things that were outcasted.

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Keith shares an amused grin with Pidge when Lance’s humming fills the comms. Lance never remembers to mute himself when he was stationed somewhere, and he was physically incapable of staying entirely silent for long periods of time, so these stakeout missions were always filled with Lance’s singing. Sometimes, he talks to himself, making little jokes or skits that were always hilarious to hear. Right now, it sounded like he was humming a strange mashup of Uptown Girl and Party Rock Anthem, which was amusing on its own. Lance had an interesting brain.

“Everybody just have a good UPTOWN GIRL! She’s been living in — oh, aren’t you the cutest spider I’ve ever seen!”

Hunk’s sharp inhale over the comms reflected Keith’s own panic — Lance had a hard time remembering that some animals were dangerous, and should not be interacted with. Hunk has tiredly explained (dozens of times) that this is something that Lance has been doing his whole life — Hunk still gets nightmares from the time Lance just gently grabbed a fucking tarantula hawk wasp out of the fucking sky and started pointing out its features. Imagining it makes Keith a little green, and he doesn’t really have much of a problem with bugs. He can’t imagine how Hunk handled that particular situation.

“Aw, aren’t you sweet! Oh, hey, you’re not a spider — you have a separated thorax! What are you?”

The faint sound of their in-armour scanner went off, and all listening paladins sigh in relief. At least this way Lance will find out if the damn thing’s venomous and stay the fuck away.

“You’re a… sil-ti-fal-o-cus tel-o-fay?” Keith imagines the squinty face Lance makes when he is struggling to pronounce a foreign word, and smiles. Lance is adorable, that much Keith could admit in his head.

“Adorable, huh?” Pidge teases, winking at him. Keith scowls, going a little pink. Maybe not so much in his head, then. Oops.

“Oh, wow! That’s not a thorax, it’s a venom sac!” Lance laughs delightedly, and Keith and Pidge share another panicked look.

“Please don’t touch the fucking death spider, Lance,” Hunk whispers, knowing damn well it’s futile and Lance can’t hear him. Not that it would matter, anyway. Lance doesn’t really listen to anyone (except, shockingly, Coran, but Coran was just as much of a tree-hugging explorer as Lance, so that’s a bust).

“You know,” Lance continues, “Coran did say this armour is supposed to hold out against chemical attacks. And venom is a chemical. If there was ever a time to test it…”

“I’m going to kill him,” Hunk says, faux-casual. He turns his video on, showing how he’s smiling in the way that tells you he is actually very angry. “If this spider doesn’t poison him to death, I am going to stab him.”

“I don’t blame you,” Pidge says breathlessly, as she hacks through Lance’s helmet so they can see through his visor.

It takes a moment for the video feed to pop up, but everyone gasps sharply when it does. Instead of a tarantula-sized bug, like everyone was expecting, Lance is holding his hand out and making kissy noises at a spider the size of a fucking cat.

“C’mere, buddy! I won’t hurt ya. I don’t think you’re an aggressive beast who attacks on sight, and whoever wrote that in your file is probably a creep who can’t respect your boundaries and tried to scoop you up or something. Isn’t that right, buddy?” Lance is using the baby voice people often associate with, you know, babies. Or puppies. Things that are cute, not scary murderous poison bugs!

Keith realises he’s holding his breath when his eyes start to spot, and he quickly releases and tries to force himself to breathe normally. If this stupid fucking stakeout mission wasn’t so important, he’d send Hunk to go get his dumbass right hand immediately.

To Keith’s horror, the spider starts to listen to Lance, and advances closer. Lance makes a noise of absolute elation, and his flapping hands are briefly visible before he goes completely still in an effort to be more inviting for, and Keith can’t emphasize this enough, the deadly fucking venomous giant spider.

“Why can’t he be interested in plants, or something?” Pidge says weakly.

“Oh, he is,” Hunk assures darkly. “He’s just only interested in plants he feels are snuffed by others. You know. Plants that can kill you. He has oleander and water hemlock growing in his room back home, because he feels bad that no one else likes them.”

Keith can’t quite help his smile. Yes, Lance is ridiculous. But he’s just so cute. He’s a sweetheart. He just has so much love for everything and anyone — it’s no wonder that Keith fell for him. He’s always had a soft spot for the kind ones.

The spider finally crawls into Lance’s lap and he giggles, and despite everyone’s stress, the sound makes everyone’s lips quirk up.

“You are the sweetest, most adorablest, most wonderful spider in the universe,” Lance coos, scritching the spider under its chin.

In between it’s humongous fangs, Jesus Christ.

“I cannot wait to snitch on Lance and show this to Shiro and Allura,” Pidge comments. “I hope he gets in so much trouble.”

“You know he just has to throw out the puppy dog eyes and he will not even get a slap on the wrist.”

“…Yeah, that’s true.”

The three of them watch, speechless, as the spider seems to nuzzle into Lance.

“What species did he say it was?” Keith asks, bewildered.

“Way ahead of you,” Pidge says, searching through Lance’s scan history. “Holy shit, Lance scans a lot of things every mission. Like, thousands in the past month alone,” she mutters. “Aha! This thing is called a siltifalocus telofay, and of course it’s one of this planet’s apex predators. Because why wouldn’t it be?”

“Are they… usually this cuddly?”

“No, this thing says they usually attack on sight by spraying venom because they feed on fear.”

“Oh. Cool. Lance is canoodling a literal demon spider.”

“I mean, in his defense —”

“No, Keith, he gets no defense! I lose ten years every time he does this! I am seriously going to collapse one day!” Hunk interjects.

“In his defense,” Keith insists, looking pointedly at Hunk, “if the thing didn’t attack him on sight, then it probably doesn’t plan on doing so. He’s probably safe.”

Hunk frowns, but doesn’t argue any further. The three of them turn their attention back to Lance, catching the tail end of his one-sided conversation with the demon spider.

“— and I don’t think anyone on the ship is arachnophobic, so you should be fine, Mr. Snuggles! And your file says you feed on fear, so maybe you can even be trained to attack people! Oh, Keith will love that. Keith is our leader! He’s super cool and intimidating, but don’t let that fool you. He’s a softie, promise. He’s the tall buff one with long hair, you’ll know him when you see him.” Lance lowers his voice, whispering conspiratorially. “He’s the hot one, but don’t tell him I said that.”

There’s a pause as the paladins absorb this information.

“Does he thinks he’s bringing that fucking thing in the castle?” demands Hunk.

“Did he name the demon spider Mr. Snuggles?” questions Pidge.

“Did he call me hot?” asks Keith.

Shiro’s voice comes from behind them, fond but exasperated. “I think that’s a yes for all three,” he says. Keith and Pidge whip around, and Hunk (still on the comms) looks his way.

“Did you get the guy? Is the mission over? Can we come back?” Hunk asks.

Shiro nods. “Yeah, he ended up trying to escape through the South end, so Allura and I got him. He’s in cryo until we can ship him to Kolivan for questioning. Hopefully he has some good information.” Hunk is contacting Lance before the words are even out of Shiro’s mouth. Everyone watches the video as he answers.

“Hey Hunky-bear!” he chirps. “What’s up?”

“The mission is over, Lance, Shiro and Allura got the guy on the South end,” Hunk says carefully. “You and I can head back to the Castle now.”

On screen, Lance carefully sets down the demon spider, standing up. “Sounds good!” he says. “I’ll see you on the ship.” He hangs up before Hunk can say anything further (namely: “Lance, you are not bringing the fucking demon spider home.”)

He turns to the spider, patting his thighs and inclining his head towards Blue. “Okay, Mr. Snuggles. I read your file. You feed on fear, and there’s plenty of that where I’m going. In fact, I think you can be an asset! You haven’t hurt me, even though your file says you’re normally aggressive. All these are good things and indicate to me that you should come along with me to the castle. However. I have been lectured ad nauseam by Shiro and Allura about bringing strays home, and I don’t want to go through that again. But,” Keith can hear the grin in his voice, “they never said anything about stowaways! So I am going to board Blue, my lovely and amazing lion, and if you happen to follow me and I happen to not see you, well. Can’t help fate, can we, Mr. Snuggles?”

And with that, Lance strides over to Blue. Shiro sighs again.

“Well, at least I know he hears me when I lecture him.”

Mr. Snuggles does, in the end, turn out to be a wonderful asset. Turns out Zarkon’s soldiers are terrified of the damn thing, and they didn’t even need to send their prisoner to Kolivan. He spilled every base secret he had the second he saw the creature, and Mr. Snuggles enjoyed the terror radiating off the soldier immensely.

Man, fuck. Convincing Lance to leave strays behind was never going to happen, at this point. The castle is going to become a goddamn zoo.

part two (the tarantula hawk wasp incident)

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kou Maniac [Epilogue]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts at the department store

Kou: Haah...

( I went back to being an idol in the end... )

ー He recalls his own words

Kou: It’s fine, don’t worry! I honestly wouldn’t mind if my agency decides to fire me!

I mean, Eden is top priority right now, isn’t it?

I wouldn’t want the situation to get completely out of hand while I’m enjoying the sweet idol life over in the human world!

While it’s fun to be an idol, it’s not like I have any kind of special connection with my job. I wouldn’t mind putting a stop to it right here, right now!

ー The flashback ends

Kou: ( I know I said that and all, but I guess I was kind of attached to it after all. )

Manager: ...What has gotten into you?

I was wondering what had caused you to abandon your job for a bit, but even now that you’re back, you’re constantly fretting over something...

Kou: Eh? Ah...My bad.

Manager: If you can apologize, then maybe have some self-awareness as an idol instead.

Do you really think you can appear in front of your fans making that sort of expression?

Kou: ...Right. I gotta step up my game...

( Today we’ll be unveiling a new line of swimsuits at a special stage set up in the middle of this shopping mall. )

( There’s quite a few well-known models attending and I believe my manager mentioned something about an interview for TV as well. )

( If I do a lousy job, it could ruin my reputation forever... )

Manager: ...Oh well. More importantly, don’t forget to cover up your birthmark before you get on stage, okay?

Kou: Eh? Aah, this one...?

( This mark I got on the side of my torso since birth. Sometimes it’s hard to hide when I’m barely wearing any clothes. )

Don’t worry. I’ll put on a hoodie when I go on stage, so I should be able to hide it.

Manager: I’d hope so...

I’ll be on stand-by at the sidelines. Come to me as soon as you’re ready.

...I don’t know what exactly happened, but don’t forget that you have countless of fans, okay?

Kou: I know. I promise I’ll be able to appear as the Mukami Kou they are expecting to see.

Manager: ...Yes, I’m counting on you.

ー His manager leaves

Kou: ...Haah.

( I better get going soon as well. )

ー Kino shows up behind him

Kino: Wow! That get-up leaves little to the imagination! Idols don’t have it easy, huh?

Kou: ...Kino-kun!? What brings you here?

Kino: I came since I had nothing better to do. I kind of wanted to see what your job is all about.

Kou: You had nothing better to do...? Are you aware that this place is off-limits for outsiders?

Kino: Don’t sweat the details. Can’t you give me special permission as your friend?

Kou: Haah? Please don’t? I don’t remember us becoming friends.

Kino: Ahaha. I’m joking! ーー Anyway, that birthmark...

Kou: ...Ah, this? I’ve had it my whole life.

Kino: Hmm? It has an unusual shape. It kind of reminds me of something...

Kou: ...It’s a lily, isn’t it? That’s what I’ve been told before at least.

Kino: Told? Ah, by Eve?

Kou: ...Shut up. That doesn’t matter.

Kino: Fufu. Did I hit the nail on the head? How nice to see you guys are so close.

...Wait, that girl has left to be with Subaru, hasn’t she? Ahaha. My bad~?

Kou: ...What’s your problem?

I’ll get going now, so you better leave before someone sees you.

ー Kou leaves

Kino: A birthmark in the shape of a lily, huh...?

ー Fans begin cheering as the event starts

Attractive Ghoul Lady: ...

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the entrance hall of the Mukami manor

Kou: ...I’m home.

...

( I’m alone now, so there’s nobody to welcome me home, is there? )

ー He walks to the living room

Kou: ...Haah.

*Thud*

Kou: ( It’s no fun to hog the couch all to myself. )

ー A flashback ensues

Kou: Hey, Yuiー I’m struggling to unbutton my shirt so can you help me out?

Yui: Sure. One second.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...? Hey, Kou-kun. Have you always had a mark over here...?

Kou: Eh? ...Ah, sorry. I’ve had it since birth.

I usually hide it with concealer but I forgot today.

...I guess it makes sense to be curious about it. Bet you would have rather not seen it though.

Yui: Oh no. I think it looks lovely.

Kou: Eh...?

Yui: I just thought it looked a lot like a lily...I’m sorry. I guess it’s uncomfortable for you?

Kou: ...No. I’m happy.

To be honest...I’ve always hated this birthmark.

I’ve had many people tell me ‘if only that mark wasn’t there’ in the past...So I’ve been trying my best to pretend it’s not there.

Yui: Kou-kun...

Kou: But right now...I might have finally grown to like it a little.

A lily, huh? ...Fufu, that’s kind of cute.

ー The flashback ends

Kou: ( ...Exactly. It’s all thanks to her that I was able to view this mark in a positive light. )

( With my family and her by my side...I was able to establish my own identity. )

( And at some point, she became a part of that as well. )

For everyone’s sake, for the sake of the world...

Perhaps I shouldn’t have tried to be the hero like that...

( Maybe I should have just taken Azusa-kun’s advice and ran off somewhere faraway together with her... )

Little late for that now, huh...? Haah...

*Thud*

Kou: ーー !?

( This presence...Somebody has invaded the manor? )

*Rustle*

Kou: ( Who could possibly...ーー? )

ー Kou recalls Kino’s words from before

???: ーー In that case, I guess I’ll tag along to the human world.

Azusa: Kino-san...

Kou: Cut it out. You’re annoying so don’t follow me.

Kino: Oh come on, why not? I’ve got a job I’ve got to finish there as well.

You know, I kind of abandoned my Demon-hunting endeavors halfway through.

Kou: ...Gotcha. Be my guest then.

ー The flashback ends

Kou: ...In other words, he plans to hunt me down as well!

...Damnit! What is he hoping to achieve!?

( I can’t believe he’d betray me the very moment I actually start seeing him as an ally... )

...Ugh...

( ...But I guess it’s fine. If this is an opportunity to get myself killed, I might as well take it. )

( I mean, what point is there in being alive still? )

( ...No, that’s wrong. I still want to ... ーー )

ー Somebody approaches him

Attractive Ghoul Lady: ...

*Cling*

Kou: ...! What are you here for...?

( The face of this Ghoul. She’s the lady I’ve seen in my dreams before...? )

Monologue

A few days have passed,

since I started living with Subaru-kun.

With Subaru-kun by my side,

I visited Eden,

alongside the other Sakamaki brothers.

Apparently Ruki-kun and Yuma-kun,

had already been informed about the situation,

by Azusa-kun, who got there first.

The look they would give me,

was complicated to say the least.

I believe that’s because they also know,

that I did not decide to end things with Kou-kun,

because the two of us had a falling out.

I tried to stay strong and be optimistic,

but it seems like they saw right through my act after all...

I simply could not take it any longer,

so I decided to take my distance,

from the other Mukami brothers.

ー The scene shifts to the inner courtyard at Eden

Yui: ...Haah.

( I heard Kou-kun headed to the human world all by himself... )

( I guess he didn’t want to have to see me, huh? )

( ...I do want to see him. )

( I know I chose Subaru-kun, but I don’t want to pretend as if there was nothing between Kou-kun and myself. )

*Rustle*

Subaru: ーー Yui.

Yui: Subaru-kun...? What a coincidence running into you here.

ー He suddenly embraces her

Yui: ...!?

L-Let me go...! Why would you embrace me all of a sudden...

Subaru: Fuck off. Why would I let you go?

I mean, it’s all Kou’s fault for makin’ you do this shit, isn’t it?

I don’t want to see you sad.

Yui: ...That’s not true, Kou-kun holds no blame...

Subaru: Che...You just can’t seem to get him out of your head, can you?

I’ll make you forgot about him then. ...With these fangs of mine.

*Rustle*

Yui: S-Subaru-kun!? Stop!

Subaru: Che, pipe down! Behave!

Yui: ...!

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Oh no...At this rate, he’llーー ... )

ーー No!!

ー She slaps him

*Smack*

Subaru: ...

Yui: Ah...M-My bad...

Subaru: ーー Fuck!

*THUD*

ー Subaru stomps back inside the Castle

Reiji: ...Did I not tell you that it would take time?

Subaru: Like I give a fuck ‘bout that! I don’t remember askin’ for your opinion!

*Flap flap flap*

Reiji: Hm? This is...

...Haah. As if we did not have enough trouble as is.

Subaru: Aah? What happened?

Reiji: Your Mother. Christa-sama has gone missing.

Subaru: Haah!?

Reiji. We’re goin’ back to the Castle pronto, so go call her!

ー Subaru runs off

Reiji: Good grief. He sure knows how to order us around...

ー Reiji walks away as well

*SCENE SHIFT*

Ruki: ...Poor Eve. While this may be her destiny, it is a cruel one...

Yuma: Still, we kinda need her to be with a potential Adam right now, or else we’ll be in deep shit, right?

Ruki: Yes. Exactly.

ー The scene shifts to the guest room at Kino’s room

Kino: ...Ah, by the way, Yuuri. Have you found that rule-breaking Ghoul yet?

You know, the lady who came to my house uninvited the other day.

I put her on Demon-hunting duty, but I heard that she moved elsewhere without permission.

Yuuri: Yes. She has trespassed the Mukami manor, out of all places.

Kino: The Mukamis...? I mean, there is technically a Demon there...

Anyway, go and tell her that she can’t hurt Kou.

He’s highly valuable to me right now, and I have yet to receive my money from him.

Yuuri: ...Actually, there is one thing I am worried about in that regard.

That Ghoul is repeatedly whispering some nonsensical words.

Kino: ...Heeh. Come again? Hey, tell me some more about that.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

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