#bc he said he'd kill the girls in them

[wonuwrites]

are you still looking for MTL suggestions? how about MTL likely to have the rest of the group scheme to get them a date.

so like Most = the guy with zero rizz. he's shy or awkward or both but he needs all the help he can get. or he's the dummy who doesn't know he's in love. the members all "casually" DM you on the same day to see what you're doing on the day that he has open.

Least = this guy pulls. the members don't even know who he's out with, or if it's the same person every time, just that he's always out. the members trying to get him a date would actually backfire by throwing him off his game. their hijinks would be disastrous and he would be mortified but his blushing is so cute you still agree to a date. this man cannot be stopped.

Always looking MTL suggestions and sooo excited for this LOLOLOL. Thank you for asking for a MTL <3

Warnings: mostly fluffy but def some will be suggestive. *Cough Cough MINGYU Cough Cough*

A/N: I hope I did this the way you wanted if you wanted it to be written. also I'll be adding "songs" I was listening to while writing each of their parts to their name. For example:

Wonwoo (song linked is Message In A Bottle by Taylor Swift)

just doing so bc sharing music is a love language of mine and getting 13 chances to do that is awesome imo <3 LOL

before we begin I do want to say something: I do think all members have a bit of rizz to them. I think if they were presented with an opportunity they would kill it. I mean, they have MILLIONS of people who love them because they are them. The way I wrote this is based on my interpretations on how they've done things with Nana Tour and GoSe episodes. Please note this may differ from what others may see. Please let me know what y'all think after reading it. <3 ok let's start :D

M O S T

✫ Woozi *song note: this song has nothing to do with this one shot but ye*

Jihoon is one of those weird ones where he can charm people like nobody's business but idk I feel like he is really into his work so dating or anything like that is at the bottom of the barrel at the this point. I can see if he were to have a crush on someone, he would love them from afar because he doesn't want to ruin things with you but also not with his work. Due to this thought process is why I have him at first. He would NEED the members to step in because honestly, he could be okay with just loving you from afar. I could see members setting up blind dates for him actually. I could see all 12 of them trying so hard to be a wingman but honestly it was up to him whether or not he would want to have extra commitment at the time or not. Let's say a blind date did happen and you were the apple of his eye and all the members were in on it. I feel like it would be the most adorable yet most awkward date because of nerves and everything like that. He thought you were pretty and tbh, so did you. You thought he was cute as hell (which you are right.) If the date went well, he would def be the one to ask you for a second date and your number if he didn't already have it. <3

✫ Jun *song note: I'm obsessed with this song.*

I was debating on putting Jun and Jihoon at most for the longest time. Like I said in my Authors Note, I do think all of them have some type of rizz or whatever but Jun is one of the more quiet and shy members. The reasons I have him second is because I feel like he would like people that intimidate him at first meeting? haha. According to his K Profile he likes "someone who looks pure. He also likes sexy girls." So take that as you will. Anyways, I feel like he'd be a bit shy if he liked someone at first and would really be in his head about it. The members would literally drag him to your first date and if there was an outing with you they would always make sure you two were near each other. After a few awkward moments of adorable giggles and glances at each other, you both went on a double date with one of the other members (tbh probably Soonyoung or Minghao) and it was at that moment all the anxieties had went out the window. Over time, he became more confident and comfortable with your budding relationship. so sorry this is all jumbled, I had no inspo for this one :(

✫ Seungkwan *song note: the last NCT 127 I genuinely liked :(*

Seungkwan is pretty extroverted but he gets into his head a lot so out of all the members I can actually see him asking one of his hyungs to help him out. LOL. He just trusts his hyungs for the most part and he really wanted to be yours but he was afraid. He would try to act confident at all times but when it came to you he was a shy bean. He would probably have Seokmin or Jeonghan help him out if he were to personally ask for help. ngl, I can also see Mingyu trying to help him out as well but it would be more of a "I want Boo Seungkwan to be happy and I'm tired of him not making a move." After the guys planned a date for y'all, similarly to Jun his anxieties lightened up. He was enchanted for this moment and he was hoping you were also enchanted.

✫ S Coups *song name: this was high school and i miss hearing it on the bus*

Look, Seungcheol has got rizz, we all know this. HEAR ME OUT THO. There was a thing I saw a few weeks ago where he said he was sad because one day he would break million of carats hearts when he gets married which :') (PRECIOUS.) So because of this I feel like that's his mentality right now where he doesn't want to hurt anyone plus his main focus is Seventeen. I feel like he'd be the member where if he had a crush on you, he rather admire from a distant instead of hurting you because idol life and fear of what dating news would be like. I feel like Seventeen would hate seeing him hurt himself in process of trying not to hurt you but they could see his unintentional cold shoulder to you would be killing you inside. One day, Joshua couldn't handle it anymore and just texted both of you to meet at a restaurant to meet up and just see how things go. Which it did as everyone but you two assumed would. help this gives me a one shot idea. if someone wants it pls let me know xo

✫ Hoshi *song note: ngl I might make a oneshot with Soonyoung with this song in future*

Soonyoung is such a wild card so I put him in a category of "could go either way" along with Minghao and Wonwoo. With Soonyoung I feel like he is someone that would not have trouble in dating or getting numbers but I also know he is a bit more shy and reserved around others that he doesn't know so he wouldn't mind if other members got involved. I feel like he'd be more chill about their help then Wonwoo and Minghao. I think it wouldn't even matter which member or members were to help him out. He'd just be grateful for the support from them. If it was from members, it would mostly be a blind date where neither of you really knew each other but if you were friends with one of the members already he'd be a bit more comfortable. If your date was because of him, expect a very blushy Soonyoung who would be smiley the whole time because someone as special as you agreed to spend a few hours with someone like him.

✫ Minghao *song note: this is my fave song atm*

Minghao like I said in Soonyoung's part is part of my "it could go either way" line. I feel like unlike Soonyoung it would matter who helped him out because I feel like he'd ask for advice from the older members or the 97 line on what he should do. I feel like he would want to pursue you but he would be nervous about rejection which... who in their right mind would ever reject him?! Anyways, that would be why he would go seeking for help. I feel like once he got over that hurdle of self doubt and lands a date with you with the help of Jun he would be such a gentleman and you would wonder how in the world you were able to meet someone as amazing as Xu Minghao.

✫ Wonwoo

The final member of the "it could go either way" is the handsome as HELL member Jeon Wonwoo. (yes they are all handsome as hell but I am so whipped for him it's not okay.) With Wonwoo, I feel like he would admire from afar for a while and debate on if he would want to pursue someone or not. From what I've read online, it takes him awhile to get used to people which is why it would take him a month or so to see what he wants. Which is why his members would get involved. Some members, ie Hip Hop Unit (especially Seungcheol) might get impatient with is prolonged plan and would message you and invite you to an event with them. While at the event, they would try to subtly make sure that you both were near each other the whole time. I can see Seungcheol smirking if you both started to talk throughout the night and ignoring everyone else in the process. Mission accomplished.

me after i saw this gif

✫ Jeonghan *song note: I'm not even sorry about this song. it's a bop*

Now we are getting into the "members that don't need help" category. I feel like it is perfect to start it off with Yoon Jeonghan. Jeonghan has such a loving personality and has rizz that makes anyone blush. Don't believe me? Watch him with Hyungwon from Monsta X LMAOOOOO Anyways, I feel like if he likes you he would tease you like a school yard kid. Some might find it strange but it would win you over and have you tease him back as well. Bottom line you both would be leaving said conversations with new phone numbers in your phone afterwards.

✫ Joshua *song note: Help this song just gave me inspo for a Joshua one shot o.o*

Hong Jisoo is such a flirt, if you don't agree you can argue with the freaking wall. He would have you kicking your feet by just saying hello LMAO. He might act shy but we know homie is an extrovert and honestly I could see him pulling an Ariana Grande with you. "I see it, I want it, I got it." but of course make it *gentleman-y* He would come up to you first and would ask you questions and would just have you smiling and honestly as would you. Anyone looking would have thought y'all have known each other forever.

✫ Vernon *song note: this song is song of all songs*

Hansol doesn't need ANY help when it comes to dating but he's similar to Wonwoo where he is very selective to who he dates. He's the type of guy if he likes somebody, he will tell them or just pursue him. I can see him being one of the most casual members when it comes to asking you to go on a date or to be his. He'd ask you what you like to do and then would say something along the lines, "oh cool, would you like to do that sometime with me?" He would be all smiles if you said sure and honestly, it would surprise some of his members how good he was at getting dates. But then again, they all were obsessed with his charms as well so????

✫ Dokyeom *song note: hot people are swarats. (Swifite x Carats)*

For the final three we are in the "they def fuck" category LOL. I know Seokmin seems like a wild card pick but hear me out. I feel like even though he is introverted, he is also outgoing and not afraid to make connections. Plus he is part of the 97 group chat and idk to me the majority of that line just drip with rizz and able to get dates. I feel like Seokmin is similar to Jeonghan where his loving personality and just how he is makes people swoon. At first you were hesitant when you first became acquainted with him. You thought he was too good to be true. When you told him that, he would be taken aback and do everything in his power to show you that he was serious about you. idk how i feel about this one, I might come back and rewrite this or do a drabble later

✫ Dino *song note: this is my husband. yes he makes baby making music.*

pls don't tell him wait~~ sorry. anywhore. LEE CHAN fucks but also is a lover boy. I could end it there but that would be boring and Dinonara's deserve better. To be fair, if it wasn't for Wait he would not have been this low but Wait was just wow. Chan just has an aura where he would be such a tease to his significant other or his future partner. I can see him being a mashup of Mingyu, Jeonghan, and Joshua. He would be such an annoying flirt and would laugh or smirk if it made you flustered. Even if it came of cocky, it worked pretty well on his behalf. His members still would tease him regardless of the outcome too.

✫ Mingyu *Song Note: :) :) :) I love this song*

Kim Mingyu. This man fucks and it's delulu to think he does not. It's honestly weird when I think about Mingyu. I mean this respectfully when I say he gives such fuck boy x house husband vibes and sometimes it pisses me off. That's an aries for you tho. LMAO. Anyways, it's almost impossible to not fall in love with Mingyu. Not only is he super attractive but he also is just genuinely so nice which is why he would not struggle. Even if it is easy for him, if he was with you. He was with. you. He would be so down bad and would constantly compliment, flirt, and just love you. It would be as simple as basic math to him.

this took so much longer than I thought it would. I hope I did it the way you wanted me too <33

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[photogirl894]

Hello! I saw you wrote my request. 🥰 Thanks so much. Could I request another one? This one is a bit angsty: 29 & 30 with Wrecker x Fem reader. I’m wondering if this could be a challenge bc I just don’t see Wrecker getting into an argument with his s/o. Maybe his brothers, but not his girl.

Thanks!

Aw man, you're killing me with the Wrecker angst here, my friend 😜 But alas, here it is!!

"Not Ready"

29. "Shut up!"/"Make me!"

30. "Don't walk away from me!"

Pairing: Wrecker x fem reader

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"What were you thinking? I told you, you weren't ready!"

After just narrowly finishing a mission, you found yourself being reprimanded by Wrecker. Lately, he'd been teaching you how to disarm explosives and you'd come across one on the mission that you honestly thought you could disable on your own, even though Wrecker had warned you against it saying you weren't quite ready yet. You thought you'd had it, but things had gone wrong and you'd made the countdown go faster. Wrecker had to quickly grab you and rush you to safety just before it exploded. Luckily, you and the rest of the squad had made it out okay with the intel you needed and you were on your way back to the Marauder...but Wrecker was definitely not happy with you at the moment and neither were you.

"And I told you, I had it handled!" you said frustratedly back to him, stopping to turn back and face him.

"Which is why the countdown started speeding up?" he asked back.

"Okay, that was one mistake," you spat back.

"One that almost cost you your life," he responded.

It was then Echo came between you two and said, "Look, that's enough. We still got out of there with what we needed."

"We wouldn't have had I not stepped in. Her not listening to me could've ruined the whole mission," Wrecker stated, growing increasingly mad.

"Ugh, shut up!" you shouted, getting angry.

Then he bellowed back at you, louder than you'd ever heard from him before, "Make me!"

The booming volume of his voice startled you and you instinctively took a step back, your eyes widening at how almost frightening he sounded. Wrecker had never yelled at you or even raised his voice at you like that. It scared you and that's what hurt even more. You weren't scared of Wrecker; you knew he would never hurt anyone. His heart was too good for that. This, however...it was different and you hated how it made you feel. Tears sprang to your eyes and, taken aback by the whole thing, you whipped around and sprinted away from the group in a different direction, hearing the others calling after you.

Wrecker realized too late what he had done just before you ran off. His face fell and his heart dropped at seeing how frightened you were. He hadn't meant to yell like that, but he had just gotten so frustrated...now he deeply regretted it.

"You shouldn't have yelled at her like that, Wrecker," Hunter lightly scolded him.

"I know," Wrecker replied sadly. "I don't know what came over me."

"You need to talk to her and apologize," Hunter told him.

Wrecker simply nodded and ran off in the direction you had gone.

You had stopped to quickly catch your breath and wipe the tears away from your eyes when you heard Wrecker's thunderous footsteps coming. You figured he had followed after you to just yell at you some more, so you went to move away.

"Wait, don't!" he cried out, making you halt. Then you heard his voice tremble slightly as he pleaded, "Please don't...don't walk away from me."

You turned over your shoulder and saw Wrecker standing just a few feet away, a look of regret on his face.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have yelled at you or said all those things. I care about you a lot and...I got worried when that bomb nearly killed you. That's why I want to make sure you're fully ready when it comes to explosives...and I'd hoped you would trust me when it came to them."

You hung your head in shame. He was right. He was the demolitions expert for a reason. "You're right. I should've trusted you," you admitted. "I just...really thought I was ready and wanted to impress you."

He walked over and put his hands on your shoulders. "You have impressed me with how quickly you're learning," he said to raise your spirits. "But if you jump the gun too quickly with explosives, things could end badly. That's why you have to be extra careful. You got it?"

"Yeah...I do," you replied. "I'm sorry and I'll be sure to listen to you better in the future."

"And I'll be sure to not get too worked up if things go wrong," he promised. "I'm just afraid of losing you."

You reached up and laid a hand on his cheek. "It'll take a lot more than a bomb for you to ever lose me. You can count on that."

With a comforted smile, he wrapped you up in his strong and warm embrace, just happy to have you there in the first place.

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[adriswrld]

Jealousy » Will Ospreay ⁰²

plot: reader gets into an argument backstage at wrestlekingdom with will and the next night he gets protective when david finlay attempts to flirt with her

trope: ex lovers to enemies to lovers

pairings: kenny's adopted sister reader x will ospreay/ reader x slight david finlay/ and jay white

warnings: slightly hints at smut! violence, blood, angst, alcohol usage

a/n: part two! next part is the last part, it ends at forbidden door. jay white is not married in here btw.

italics r once again representing japanese bc im too lazy to actually type in translations

A heavy puff of air escaped Y/N's lips as she plopped down on her bed, she was absolutely breathless. "That was good, like surprisingly perfect" she mumbled. Jay smiled as he laid back down next to her, pulling Y/N's body closer to his. "Why the sudden interest in me anyways? I mean yeah, we stayed friends after you rejected me but it's still a little odd," Jay said as Y/N tugged the covers over them, regretting to turn on the AC.

"First off, I apologized a million times about that, you gotta let that go. Second all, can't a girl just call up a guy to have sex without making it a big deal?" Y/N glanced up at him and he surprisingly nodded in agreement with her. "I suppose you make a good point. And it was very worth it. You're very good at it by the way," Jay complimented, rubbing her back.

"Why thank you," Y/N smiled. As Jay leaned down to kiss her, he paused hearing the doorbell ring, "You expecting someone?" He asked. Y/N furrowed her brows in thought, then came to the realization of who it probably was. "Okay, either it's Mercedes, or there's a slight chance it's Kenny who shouldn't even be here till another three hours." Y/N quickly stood up and pulled on the nearest shirt which just so happened to be Jay's and she slipped on her pajama shorts.

More knocking was heard from her door until it stopped when she headed down the stairs. The door opened and Kenny entered, tucking his key back into his pocket. "Y/N?!" He turned to look up the stairs and spotted Y/N, immediately smiling. "Kenny? What are you doing here?" She happily ran into his open arms, extremely happy to see her brother after months of being away from him.

"My flight got here early, I tried calling you but your phone must've been off or something," he explained, pulling away he furrowed his brows at the shirt she wore. "Who's shirt is that? It looks way too big for you," he walked past her and headed to the bar she had and grabbed himself a water. "Uhm, no it's mine. I have a lot of these." Y/N lied, leaning against her couch. "Really? Never seen you were those before," Kenny shrugged, deciding to drop the unimportant subject.

"So did you wanna grab lunch or something?" Y/N asked, trying to think of a way to get Kenny out of the penthouse without him seeing Jay. If he seen Jay, he'd probably kill him. "I think I'm gonna take a quick nap and then if you're still up to it we could go for dinner," Kenny smiled. Though it quickly dropped when a shirtless Jay White ascended down the stairs, "Dinner sounds amazing actually." Jay smiled, throwing an arm around Y/N who practically froze.

Kenny squinted his eyes, "Y/N, why is Jay White in your living room," he gestured to the shirtless man, "and shirtless too, might I add." Y/N cleared her throat and removed Jay's arm from her shoulder in which he only wrapped it around her waist in response. "Right uhm, he was just visiting. You know, catchin' up, reminiscing of the old times," Y/N faked a smile, patting Jay's back and he raised a brow.

"Mhm, and that's why you're wearing his shirt? Just reminiscing?" Kenny raised his brows, a small smirk etched at the corner of his lips.

"If that's what you call reminiscing then sign me up every day," Jay added with a grin. Y/N elbowed his ribs with an eye roll, "Shut up."

"Oh no, please, don't stop on my account. I'm gonna go take that nap. Just keep it down." Kenny headed up the stairs, walking past a genuinely shocked Y/N and Jay. "Wait, you're not mad?" Y/N spoke up, causing Kenny to pause in his steps and turn to look at her. "Nope. As long as this keeps your mind off of Will, then please, keep going. I welcome it. Besides, it's not really my business who you choose to be with," Kenny said before continuing to his room.

"That went surprisingly well," Jay commented.

"This doesn't mean we're gonna be a thing by the way," Y/N said, walking towards the kitchen. "Never said I wanted that anyways," Jay shrugged, seeing no problem with that. He didn't want a relationship either. He was still trying to get his ex back anyways.

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"I'm excited. What about you?" Y/N walked beside Kenny, her duffle bag on her shoulder as Kenny pulled his and hers suitcases. "Honesty, I just can't wait to kick Ospreay's ass," Kenny shrugged. Y/N cracked a small chuckle and sighed, "Yeah, he's one of the very few reasons I thought about not resigning with New Japan to be honest. I can't stand being around him." Y/N opened the door, letting Kenny in first as he was pulling the luggage.

"What changed your mind?" Kenny asked, looking at the map to locate his locker room that was gonna be put right next to Y/N's. "Honesty? I had a talk with Kota and he helped me realize that I shouldn't let Will get in the way of what I'm truly happy doing. I wanted this before I was with Will and he shouldn't have an impact on my decisions anymore." Y/N followed Kenny down the halls, not seeing many wrestlers around, mainly just the crew that helped put everything together.

"Wow, you should ask Kota for advice more often then. You don't make the brightest decisions when it comes to your love life." Kenny unlocked the door to her room first, figuring she would take more time to get ready for her press conference. "Oh shut up, that's so not true," Y/N denied, setting her duffle bag on the metal black chair.

"Oh yeah? Fine, then name one of your exes that actually turned out to not be a piece of shit," he compromised, knowing Y/N couldn't argue with that. "Uhhh...wait no, I dated uhm, actually you make a good point. Fuck. It's not my fault though. I get very attached." Y/N frowned, sitting down on the sofa. "And that's okay, it's not your fault. You just need to be careful with these guys, especially wrestlers. Most of these guys aren't interested in relationships." He did make a good point. Most wrestlers just wanted sex. And she couldn't blame them much, nobody had time for a serious relationship.

"Noted. Now, I'm gonna get dressed. I'll see you soon." Y/N gave a quick side hug to Kenny before he left.

A few hours later, Y/N was called to do the press conference for her upcoming match at WrestleKingdom that was less than ten hours away. Y/N sat down at the table, setting down her title on the table, she crossed her legs and looked to her right where Kairi was supposed to be.

Y/N took this a chance to start without her as she then picked up the mic, "Are you kidding me? You expect this person to be able to dethrone me and she can't even show up on time? I'm supposed to feel threatened by her? I'm supposed to feel scared?" Y/N chuckled sarcastically.

Kairi walked over to the table, rushing a bit and Y/N gestured to her, "Look who decided to join the party. Did wasting my time feel good darling?" She sarcastically asked.

A minute in, Kairi was answering a question on what she would do if she won the title, in which Y/N felt the need to interrupt. "This is absolutely ridiculous! Let's get something completely straight, Kairi." Y/N stood up and took her championship off the display, "You will never win this belt as long as I hold it and let me tell you something, it is not leaving me anytime soon because there is nobody capable of beating me. And after I retain tonight, I will continue to run through each and every division there is until nobody is left. Because, I am the greatest wrestler ever."

Y/N raised her championship proudly, glaring down at her opponent. "This conference is over. Enjoy the show." Y/N set down the mic and walked out, not even bothering to second glance at Kairi.

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It was a gruesome battle in the Tokyo Dome between Kairi Sane and Y/N Kingley for the IWGP Women's Championship. It was sometimes even hard to watch. They were beating the crap out of each other like no other. It was hard to predict who would even win. They were both so close.

Y/N screamed in frustration as Kairi managed to kick out of her blue thunder powerbomb off the top rope. She hit the mat in frustration, sitting up with desperate eyes. "Give up!" Kairi breathed heavily, shaking her head 'no', she exchanged strikes with her. Kairi performed another devastating knee before making her way to the top turnbuckle.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to get a breath in as she just did a german suplex to Kairi off the top rope and immediately performed a shooting star press after. The match was almost over and it was obviously one hell of a match. Kairi was killing it and some even thought she might actually just pull a win over the champion. But, Y/N wasn't gonna let that happen.

Y/N crawled over to Kairi, attempting a cover but Kairi kicked out at two. "Fuck! Just give up!" Y/N leaned against the ropes, running a hand over her hair in frustration.

Kairi stood up tiredly and immediately ran and knee'd Y/N before she could block it. She dragged Y/N to the turnbuckles and began to climb up the rope. The crowd automatically assumed it was over for Y/N the minute Kairi hit the insane elbow. But, as Kairi performed it, Y/N got her knees up at the last second. Kairi groaned and Y/N stood up and jumped onto the top rope, performing her finisher, the Royalty Deathdrop. Again, it was basically a backflip off the top rope into a DDT.

She hit it perfectly. "ONE..TWO..THREE!" Y/N grinned and tiredly crawled to the bottom rope, attempting to pull herself up as they announced her name as the winner. The official handed her the title and raised her hand before she immediately collapsed back onto the mat, barely able to hold herself up. Her body was battered and bruised so it was surprising that she wasn't even unconscious.

Kairi stood up and immediately went towards Y/N, extending her hand in respect towards her competitor. The crowd watched in anticipation, waiting to see if Y/N would accept her hand. Y/N hesitantly took Kairi's hand and the crowd applaused. Kairi pulled the taller woman up and raised her hand, showing a sign of respect for the retaining champion.

All until Y/N's hand dropped, the music hit. The music of Mercedes Moné, FKA Sasha Banks.

The crowd cheered, obviously most knowing who she was. Y/N sat down on the middle turnbuckle, watching as Mercedes ascended down the entrance ramp. Kairi stood near Y/N as they watched Mercedes enter the ring. A whole new look on her, she was almost unrecognizable if you seen her as Sasha Banks in WWE. This was an entirely different woman and she wasn't here to play games. She was here to make history, money and win championships.

Kairi looked at Y/N silently asking if she wanted her to stay. Y/N shook her head, waving her off and Kairi stepped out of the ring, letting Y/N handle her business.

Y/N stepped up, not liking the disrespect of Mercedes. She didn't have to say anything, she just raised her IWGP Women's Championship right in the face of Mercedes, not backing down to her.

Mercedes stuck her hand out, Y/N looking at it in suspicion. She took it hesitantly and Mercedes smiled as they shook hands. A show of respect. Y/N went to pull her hand away but Mercedes held it tightly so she couldn't let go. She pulled Y/N in, making her drop the title and performed what looked to be a gory bomb only it was straight into a DDT. Y/N groaned as she hit the mat, selling it perfectly so it made Mercedes look like a huge threat.

Mercedes walked over to the title and slowly picked it up, then dropped it onto Y/N's barely conscious body. "Give me a mic," Mercedes stuck her hand out, leaning between the ropes, they quickly handed her a microphone and she slowly made her way back to Y/N.

"Y/N, awee, congratulations on making history tonight, once again. I also know a thing or two about making history," Mercedes grinned, the crowd cheering for her. "I am here, in New Japan and Stardom to make some more. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the standard. The conversation. The blueprint, and the CEO of this women's division."

Mercedes kneeled down next to Y/N's body, the champion not even attempting to get up or open her eyes. "So Y/N-San, enjoy your IWGP Women's Championship while you can. Because at Battle in the Valley at San José. Imma leave you bankrupt bitch. And you can bank on Moné." Mercedes took the championship and lifted it up, throwing the mic to the side as her music played.

Y/N rolled out of the ring once Mercedes made her way out. She grabbed her championship and let one of the officials help her walk to the back, holding an ice pack to her neck. "Take me to my dressing room please," she requested.

They helped her to her dressing room, bringing several packs of ice as well before leaving her by herself. Y/N groaned in pain as she pulled off her tank top and pressed the ice onto her bruised shoulder. There was a knock on her door in which she casually assumed it was either Kenny, Mercedes, or Jay, so she granted permission for them to come in. But, unfortunately, it was just Will.

"What do you want, Will? Don't you have a match with my brother coming up?" Y/N muttered, wincing as she attempted to untie her boots. "I just wanted to come check up on you. That was one hell of a match." Will sat on the table and carefully took her leg, and to his surprise, she let him. "Good, cause I feel like crap." She let out another wince as he pulled off both of her boots, "How's your ankle feel? I noticed you sprained it early on in the match."

"It's just sore, luckily it's not a big deal. I don't think I'll need boot or anything. I just kinda tweaked it," she explained, setting some ice atop of her hurt ankle. The chime on her phone caused both of them to glance down at it, Will's expression morphing into a scowl when he seen it was Jay White texting her. Will cleared his throat as she picked up the phone to reply to Jay's text. "Uh, so I overheard your brother and Jay White talking and I was just wondering if-"

"If we're dating?" Y/N finished for him, setting her phone down to look at him. Will sighed and Y/N pursed her lips, not surprised he was being nosy about her private life, "whether we are or not, that is none of your business. I made myself clear that we have to let each other go and I'm sticking to that."

"What about friends? Can't we at least be friends?" Will asked, but it seemed almost like begging.

Y/N blankly stared, "Will, look back at the last time we tried that. I ended up in your bed. I will not let myself fall back into your traps. It is over. There is no more us." Will shook his head, standing up and running a hand over his blonde hair, "No, no this isn't you, this isn't us. What's this really about? Jay? Cause, what does he have that I don't?! Tell me."

Y/N stood up, barely able to stand on her ankle but she was becoming irritated of the conversation, "What do you want to hear, Will? That he doesn't compare to you? That he can't please me like you? Cause frankly if I said that, I would be lying to you and myself."

Will simply grinned, cracking a small chuckle, he stepped closer to Y/N, "now we both know nobody could please you like me and Jay certainly isn't changing that fact." Y/N rolled her eyes, "and how would you know?"

"Oh come on, we both know lying isn't your strong suit. Even after all these years, you still can't tell the truth." Glaring at him, she shoved his shoulder, "you are the last person to talk about truth! You cheating son of a bitch!"

Will clenched his jaw, growing tired of her bringing up the past. "How many times do I have to apologize?! I'm fucking sorry! That was three years ago! Let it go, Y/N!" He exclaimed at her.

Y/N scoffs quietly under her breath, "Get the fuck out of my room, Will."

Will shakes his head in disbelief, "Congratulations Y/N. Have a nice life. I won't be there when you come crawling back after Jay leaves you in the dust."

Y/N simply rolls her eyes as he walks out, slamming the door on his way out. "Fuckin' child."

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The show ended with Kenny taking the IWGP United States Championship from Ospreay. It was one of the best matches Y/N's ever witnessed, even if it caused her so much stress to see. Every bump Will and Kenny took was nerve-wracking to say the least. But, they both pulled through and successfully finished the match. She found out from Kyle that Will lost a pint of blood and injured his shoulder though he would pull through and be fine.

As of now, Y/N was heading to do a little promo in response of Mercedes's debut. With the help of a crew member, she sat down at the table and set her drink down. She adjusted the mic and glanced around at all the reporters and such. "Today I will not be answering any of your questions because of Mercedes Moné," she spoke in Japanese.

"I had the most exhausting match of my career and she just shows up out of the blue to steal my spotlight?! Do I have to remind you who I am Mercedes? I am Y/N fucking Kingley and you will not disrespect me! You think because you came from WWE that you're all big shit now? Well let me educate you love. This isn't WWE, this isn't slow paced, this isn't a playground. When you step in the ring with me you won't be the same. You made a mistake coming here. And now I'm gonna send you back where you belong."

Y/N stands up, looking directly into the camera. "I accept your challenge. Let's see if you can keep up."

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"I don't think I'm up to this," Y/N states as she glances at Mercedes and back to the road. "Girl, yes you are. You're the one who brought up this whole party. You can't back out now," Mercedes replies, fixing up her makeup in the mirror. "That was before I fucked up my ankle and got into a fight with my ex. Who, mind you is going to be there." Mercedes chuckles at her over exaggerating, "Which gives you the perfect chance to get back at him."

"With who?" Y/N questions, parking the car in front of the bar.

"Him." Cedes smiles as she points at Jay who was currently walking towards the building. Y/N purses her lips, finding it to be a good idea, "That could work."

They both walk into the bar together and Mercedes follows Y/N, who obviously knew the majority of people there. Y/N finds Kenny talking with some friends and go over there, immediately hugging him. Kenny smiles realizing it's her, "I thought you weren't gonna show," he said.

"Someone changed my mind," Y/N says, and Mercedes gestures to herself. Kenny chuckles and embraces Mercedes. "Thanks for getting her out. Y/N usually hates parties." Mercedes laughs, "It's my pleasure. Do you know where Jay is?" Y/N raises a brow at Mercedes question.

"Uh yeah, he's just over there." Kenny pointed across the bar and Mercedes nods and smiles gratefully. "Great. Thank you. We will catch up later. I'm gonna steal Y/N." Mercedes takes Y/N's hand and drags her across the bar towards Jay. "I don't think this is a great idea-"

"Hi Jay!" Mercedes waves, dragging Y/N over meanwhile Y/N kept trying to slow down because of her ankle. "Mercedes, right? We met at the show yesterday." Jay sticks his hand out and she happily accepts it, "Yes. That's right." Y/N smiles meekly at him, but tries to avoid eye contact. "So what can I do for you ladies?"

"We are having some car trouble and Y/N here is gonna need a ride home later so I was wondering if you could take her home for me. I'm sure you know where it is. It's not too far from here." Mercedes lies and Y/N looks at her with a mini glare. Jay chuckles, nodding with a grin, "Of course, it's no trouble."

"Awesome. I'll catch you later Y/N. Have fun." Mercedes waves and walks over to talk to some of the joshi wrestlers.

Jay takes Y/N's hand and helps her onto the stool carefully, "You don't actually have any car trouble do you?" He questions in amusement. Y/N chuckles lightly and nods, "you are correct. But she's definitely gonna leave me here despite that."

"She sounds great," Jay joked.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to use the ladies room. I will be right back," Y/N excused herself swiftly. Honestly, she just wanted to fix up her hair as it was flowing everywhere courtesy of the wind from outside. She finished up quickly, washing her hands and walking out, going to find Jay again. Though, a hand blocked her, causing her to look up at the man, known as David Finlay. She didn't necessarily have a problem with him. She just didn't like him. But then again, not a lot of people did.

"Uhm, what can I do for you?" Y/N looked at him, slightly confused. He smiles, "I just came to tell you, I watched your match, and you did amazing, it was a great match. One of the best I've ever watched." He says. Y/N smiles for a second, "Oh, well thank you, I appreciate it. But if you'll excuse me, I have to get back to my friend." She goes to move past him until he blocks her way again. "Come on, stick around a bit. Give me a chance. We can get to know each other beautiful."

Y/N cleared her throat, clearly uncomfortable with him. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested." David raised a brow, "and yet you're sluttin' it around with Jay? Come on, you can do so much better." Y/N scoffed, "Excuse me? What did you just call me?" Y/N goes to push pass him when he grabbed her arms, keeping her in place. "Oi, get your hands off her." Next thing she knew, Will had pushed David against the wall, she glanced down at her arms, seeing red handprints on them from how tightly David help her.

"She's not interested bruv. Move on." Will pushed him away, David walking off with a scoff, making a small inappropriate comment about her.

Will turned to Y/N, seeing her in a trance, not moving or speaking. He set a hand on her shoulder, "You alright love?" Y/N snapped out of her thoughts, glancing at his hand on her shoulder. She blinked, "Leave me alone." Y/N walked away, wincing at the pain in her ankle, she reached Jay, standing by him on the stool. "Do you think it's possible for you to take me home? I need to get out of here."

Jay nodded immediately, paying for the drinks and helping Y/N out of the bar, he had seen Will watching in the corner and assumed it must've been about him. Jay helped her into the car before driving them off, heading to her place, obviously knowing where it was. "What happened back there?" He asks, breaking the silence.

Y/N didn't glance at him, texting Mercedes and Kenny on her phone, telling them that she was leaving early. "Nothing important. My ankle has just been killing me." He knew she was partially lying but chose not to push on it. "I'm sorry to drag you away, you could go back if you want. You don't need to stay with me or anything." Y/N said, setting her phone down.

"It's alright. I'll stay. I want to."

#will ospreay #will ospreay x reader #will ospreay imagine #aew imagine #aew fanfiction #kenny omega #njpw imagine #njpw

[starfxkr]

hii hii, my day was straight shit today, i almost got assaulted by a guy that asked me to hang out and smoke with him. i had to start leaving to go to work and he asked for a hug and tried to shove his face into my chest, i pushed him away and told him not to do that and just sped walked off while he was calling after me. luckily God had my back and two of my friends were walking past so i called them over to me and asked if they could walk with me to the bus stop bc i was scared and i told them what happened. he was calling me and following us and when he caught up to us, he started accusing me of having his weed pen (which i gave back to him) and wouldn’t stop asking me for it even though i checked my bag. i got so overwhelmed that i literally burst into tears while i was telling him that i didn’t have it and had to walk away. my friends were yelling at him to leave me alone bc i was crying and that i didn’t even have pockets so i didn’t have it and he told them that he was gonna call the cops and my friend told him that she didn’t care and that she would call them herself and after she said that he walked away. she called our mutual friend (who’s like a older sister to both of us) and she was like “i’m coming to the campus tomorrow and if you see him lmk so i can slap the shit outta him”

how do you think the boys would react to that situation if they got a call from one of the girls friends saying she almost got assaulted?? ik rafe and jj are crashing out immediately (especially pogue!rafe and trap!jj)

it takes rafe .5 seconds to find that asshole and knock his block off, like i'm talking there's a 1% chance the other guy doesn't even make it out alive. if you ask him what he's been up to he just replies, "just ha to handle something everything's fine." and when you find out he's dead/in critical condition you know he had something to do with it but you dont feel bad.

jj (especially trap!jj) takes his time with it, he's beating him to death and the whole time calling him everything but a child of god for thinking about doing some shit like that and he's cagey about exactly what he did because he told you he was gonna go fuck him up but you don't push it.

pope's got a vengeful streak, he might not get physical but he's gonna put some shit in motion to ruin his life. would probably cut the breaks off his car tbh and no one suspects him because it's pope he'd never do anything that crazy.

john b brings you with him when he goes to fuck him up to make sure he's got the right guy. he wont kill him but he beats him realllll bad to the point you have to pull him off and the guy knows better than to say shit about it.

#✨.txt #jj maybank prompt #rafe cameron prompt #john b prompt #pope heyward prompt #severenswife

[scarlettscribbles]

prologue

PART OF neither the angels in heaven above, nor the demons by the sea DRABBLE SERIES ↠ masterlist

- Lucy Gray Baird & Daughter!OC, mentioned Lucy Gray Baird x Coriolanus Snow

Summary: 1.7k words - The words were on the tip of her tongue before Coriolanus had let it slip that he'd killed three people.

As Lucy Gray became a ghost lost in the wind, so did her secrets.

a/n: i cannot stop thinking about snowbaird !! inspired by my visenya-verse and also bc i love writing about children being loved :)

also, shout out to PlayingTheGameOfThrones' It's Quiet Uptown! i was reading snowbaird fics and i was so happy to find a secret kid fic. literally squealed in excitement bc i was like, that's what's literally in my brain rn

In truth, Lucy Gray was too young to be doing this. Halfway eighteen, with her heart broken by a man — a boy, really — who almost killed her. Ironically, the suspect of her current predicament was the same person. Oh how Lucy Gray hated it that he still haunted her now.

She had Lucy Gray’s tan skin, her baby girl. The wisps of her hair stuck against her forehead were bright blond. Lucy Gray wondered if her hair would darken eventually.

Annabel Rose Baird was a sickly baby. Her heart was weak and every night, Lucy Gray would have trouble sleeping, afraid that she’d wake up with a cradle gone cold. But she was a survivor, her Annie. Much like her mother. (And father.)

But they could not live on that alone. Lucy Gray, barely recovered from birth, wrapped her baby tight on her back with a sling and took their meager belongings in a bag, setting out to find the community up North Billy Taupe had once talked about. Lucy Gray walked for miles and miles, sometimes wishing she hadn’t left behind that lovely orange scarf her lover gave her. It would’ve made for a more comfortable sleep in their journey. She could’ve given it to Annie as her baby blanket, something to remember her childhood by — the one piece of her father she would ever know or keep. But alas, Lucy Gray had left it behind along with the broken pieces of trust she once thought she could rely on.

Lucy Gray found them eventually. Or rather, they found her. It was in the middle of the night and she’d just put Annie to sleep when flashes of light shone through the gaps between the trees. Cradling her whimpering baby close to her chest, Lucy Gray raised a hand in surrender, hoping that she was saying the right words for them to not shoot her.

They took them to their leader and gave them a small cabin. It was cozy and comfortable but it wasn’t home. Not when their leader, with his calculating eyes and access to Capitol broadcasts, look at her and her baby with such intense scrutiny. Lucy Gray’s paranoia increases every time he “accidentally” chances upon her with questions about the Capitol, about the Hunger Games, about Annie. He’s not as subtle as he thinks he is. Lucy Gray endures his questions, answering casually to alleviate the suspicion upon her. Her heart threatens to beat out of her chest every single time. She could only properly breathe again when she’s back within the four walls of their cabin, with Annie safe in her arms, her little puffs of breath warming Lucy Gray from the inside out.

The one saving grace of the place was Dr. Hartree. She was training under some big shot Capitol doctor when she fled, so she knew more than the District healers did despite the meager hospital equipment she had. She diagnosed Annabel Rose with something called moderate Ventricular Septal Defect; a heart disease she had since birth. Dr. Hartree let her listen to the whooshing sound of her Annie’s heartbeat through the stethoscope. Her baby’s got a hole in her heart. Lucy Gray wept.

Dr. Hartree said that the hole might yet repair itself, that she could look for some medicine that could help strengthen Annie’s heart muscles. But if it did not, Annie would need heart surgery which Dr. Hartree was neither qualified for nor equipped to do. In that scenario, going to the Capitol would be Annie’s best hope, said the doctor. The community’s leader approved Dr. Hartree’s request for getting the medicine. In exchange, Lucy Gray had to take on additional work on top of what she’d already been assigned with to earn her keep. Lucy Gray was both thankful and suspicious. She was no fool, a big favor like that didn’t come without heavier strings. But her baby was alive so Lucy Gray kept her head down. (For the moment, at least.)

Annabel Rose grew up a happy child. She was small for her age but her presence filled the room and her heart was so full of love. Whenever she smiled, a deep dimple showed on her cheek and her warm brown eyes would shine like stars in the night sky. Her baby never did grow out of her blond hair, riotous curls tumbling down her head. She looked like an angel; Lucy Gray’s own angel.

She was truly heaven sent. There were no words to describe how much her daughter made her happy, which was something, coming from a songwriter. Oft Lucy Gray wished the Covey had a chance to know her daughter. Annabel Rose fit in alright with the children of the community, but children can be cruel sometimes. Annie’s body was weak and she ran out of breath fast, making her unable to be included in strenuous physical activities. Lucy Gray was not deaf to the whispers of “runt” that surrounded her daughter, whispers that eventually reached Annie’s ears, causing her to come home tearfully, fisting her mother’s skirt and asking what it meant. Once upon a time, Lucy Gray would have been rearing for a fight but everything was different now. She didn’t have her Covey; her and Annie were alone.

Oh, people were nice enough but, like in District 12, they seemed to be able to sense an otherness in her and Annie that made them unable to accept them fully. It didn’t help that the community leader’s demeanor was like that either. The residents liked and respected him better than the strangers they barely knew anything about, so of course they’d follow his example.

Lucy Gray had been missing her Covey so much that she contemplated going back to District 12, back to her family, when she’d heard that an electric fence was put around it, complete with Peacekeepers patrolling the perimeter. They’d never bothered with that area before, but Lucy Gray had an inkling why they suddenly found it important.

So what else could she do but grit her teeth and bear it? Every night Lucy Gray would sing songs to Annie and tell her stories about the Covey, about her family and the colorful nights and laughter they shared. And Annie’s eyes would shine in the low lamplight, humming along to the tunes.

Lucy Gray did not bring her guitar with her during her journey out of District 12, but she was able to obtain a smaller version — a ukulele — from a traveling salesman. His initial offer nearly took all her saved up money to pay for, but she was able to haggle down to a more reasonable price. At 3-years-old, Annabel Rose learned the basic chords from her mother. The first song she learned was to the tune of Lucy Gray's namesake.

It tugged at Lucy Gray’s heartstrings to hear her Annie’s sweet voice in the warmth of their home. She resolved to write a song for her daughter’s fourth birthday as a gift. Lucy Gray had her song, and so did her Capitol boy. It was only apt that Annabel Rose had one too.

It was the night of Annabel Rose's fourth birthday when everything went wrong. Lucy Gray was humming underneath her breath to the tune of a new song, their tiny kitchen fragrant with the smell of a birthday cake she’d stolen half the ingredients for to bake. She lit up a deformed red candle she attempted to mold from whatever melted wax she could find, cupping the flame between her palms briefly to keep it from being blown out. With a satisfied sigh, she wiped her hands on her apron and walked to the bed to shake her daughter awake.

All Lucy Grey felt was the cold skin of her daughter, her breathing shallow and her skin tinged blue. Her heart dropped to her stomach. With shaking hands, she wrapped Annie in a blanket and lifted her into her arms.

On the way to Dr. Hartree’s cabin, Lucy Gray would not realize that she’d been singing the song she’d written for Annie. And she will sing it under her breath while the good doctor examined her daughter, telling her the heart defect had gotten worse. She’d sing it at the back of her mind while Dr. Hartree tells her that surgery wasn’t an option anymore, that the medicine Annie’ll need is only available in the Capitol, that if she wants her baby to live she’ll need to find some way to get her a heart transplant. She’ll sing it and sing it, hoping the girl she’d written it for would awaken long enough to sing it with her.

She would only stop when Dr. Hartree clasped her hands, telling her in a hushed whisper that she’d found a way to get them to the Capitol discreetly. The doctor’s got family among the Peacekeepers in District 12 who was going to go to the Capitol in two days. Some officer fellow that was high-ranking enough to have his own private train cabin, and kind enough to share it with them. Dr. Hartree had given her temporary antibiotics for Annie with an apology that she couldn’t do anything more. When they arrive in the Capitol, Lucy Gray was on her own. Lucy Gray who had no penny to her name, who would probably be shot on sight once the Capitol had caught wind of her existence.

Her mind was racing on the morn she and a barely-lucid Annie snuck out to the gates. They were met with a heavyset man two heads taller than Lucy Gray, driving a military jeep. Time passed quickly and they encountered no hurdles getting to the train station on time. He lent them warm Capitol-style cloaks so they could blend in upon arrival. He’d even made her a cup of tea, noticing the nervousness in her demeanor. Lucy Gray had not been expecting such kindness from a Peacekeeper, no matter how highly Dr. Hartree spoke of him.

It was nighttime when they arrived, snow falling heavily on the ostentatious buildings. It wasn’t only the cold that made Lucy Gray shiver.

Under the cover of the night, Lucy Gray held her Annabel Rose and rapped on the door of the one she’d hoped would help them. If blood was not an enough reason, she could always appeal to their conscience.

The door swung open.

“Tigris, I need your help.”

#snowbaird #snowbaird drabble #snowbaird kidfic au #lucy gray baird #original child character #tbosas #the hunger games #i've only seen the movie so characterizations are probably off but i just wanna have fun ok

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

hi ~ I wanted to request a headcanon series of Jameson as a boy dad 🥺 is it possible for you..? thanks

jameson as a boy dad head canons

yessss! if jamie were to have kids, he would most definitely be a boy dad. might be shitty bc i feel like dog shit (someone kill me pls, since when do colds last so long). hope you like them <3

they would always be pranking avery. they'd sneak up on her wearing masks they think are scary trying to catch her off guard.

i can imagine his son having brown hair and super bright green eyes. he'd have jameson's facial features, but would have avery's eye shape (or smth like that).

jameson would make sure his son doesn't take their money for granted bc its important to avery and him (espcially avery bc she grew up poor).

they would have matching halloween costumes when he was young. they'd dress up as marvel superheroes or stuff like that.

jameson loves taking pictures of them together or of just his son. he keeps a photo album with the pictures of him from all ages. (the picture book sort of looks like a scrap book. jameson will sit on the floor with the glue and glitter pens decorating the book)

he'd for sure teach his son karate or some form of self defense. he'd want him to know how to take care of himself (or others).

i can see him crying at his son's graduation.

they'll go out on little trips to the mall to buy gifts for avery to show her she's appreciated and loved.

he'd make sure his son knows he's special, and doesn't have to 'prove' himself like jameson had to do with his grandfather.

he would be the cool dad. all of his son's friends would want to come over to his place bc they love his dad sm.

he built him a tree house like the one he had when he was younger.

he would have so much fun buying cute little outfits for his son. he'd lie in bed at night with his laptop scrolling online until he found something he liked

he'd be scared to hold him the first time. he'd look at him and think about how fragile he was and he'd be afraid of 'breaking' him.

when his son tells him things like he'd the best dad in the world, jamie acts chill but is secretly crying on the inside bc he has this fear of being a horrible father (he didn't grow up with one and his grandfather wasn't exemplary).

when avery was pregnant with their son, he would lie his head on her belly and talk to him

his son loves his father's piggy back rides, and, he won't admit it, but he loves it when he kisses his forehead.

his first word would be dada (or smth really stupid like your mom bc xander always says it) (i said this in my grayson as a girl dad post but.. this applies to jamie too)

he would literally be so scared for his son whenever he fell off his bike. he would encourage him to have fun and take risks, but the second he bangs his head on smth or scrapes his knee, jamie is by his side in an instant trying to make him feel better. (and taking care of his wounds)

his son used to be obsessed with princess dresses. he once begged jamie to get him a spiderman themed dress so jamie got one custom made for him

he'd always make his dad drawings. their fridge is filled with drawings his son made for him. he cries a little bit every morning when he gets his coffee and breakfast and sees the fridge.

jamie got him one of those fake toy steering wheels to put in their car bc his son wanted to learn how to drive (he was like 7 at the time).

when his son was a baby, he'd be terrified that he was sick or smth. he'd see a small mole on his rib and think he was dying.

his son grew up to be one of those boys at school that's not necessarily popular, but who's friendly with everyone and people love him for it (and just him in general) (jamie is so proud)

jamie taught his son how to do his hair properly bc his son has this really wavy, unruly hair that looks like dogshit if he doesn't style it (avery was exasperated and forced jamie to do smth about it)

i hc that jamie knows how to play the electric guitar and i can totally see him and his son playing together.

his son doesn't give a fuck what others have to say, he loves his dad and loves spending time with him. he's never too 'cool' to spend time with his dad and honestly doesn't really like people who don't like spending time with their parents (if they have nice parents, obviously he doesn't want his friends to hang out with their parents if they're abusive)

they love going out on motorcycle rides together (they don't talk, they just drive around)

as a kid, he used to dress up exactly like his dad. he had a mini version of everything his father owned. they'd post pics on insta and fans would simp over jamie cause he was so cute.

he's the type of dad who rarely gets mad at his son. he wouldn't get mad if his son snuck out to go to the bar with his friends and needed someone to pick him up. he'd get out of bed and drive over without asking questions

his son was obsessed with his dad as a kid. he'd ask for his approval for everything and would look up at him like he'd hung the moon for him all of the time

i really liked making this. might make a part two.

#the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #nash hawthorne #xander hawthorne

[aingeal98]

cass and tim for short fic? Maybe with a dash of hurt comfort bc I’m a sucker for it <3 🫶

The bullet isn't lodged too deeply. Tim takes a breath before steadily pulling it out, just the way Alfred taught him. He can almost hear the old man's voice, feel him next to Tim, steadying his hands.

Cass is silent and still, unnaturally so. She looks like she could be watching TV, not getting a bullet pulled out from between her ribs. It makes Tim want to shiver, even after all these years.

More than anything he wants to apologise. But he knows she won't accept it. If she hadn't gotten in front of that bullet he'd be dead, and he is alive now so to Cassandra he has nothing to apologise for. But Tim wants to anyway. He's supposed to be better than this, the only Robin who never died even for a few seconds. If he can be so distracted by a fight that a stray bullet almost kills him...

The bullet comes out. Cass moves then, reaching forward to pull Tim's face upwards so that he's looking right at her.

"It's not your fault." she says.

Logically, Tim knows she's right. None of them, not even Bruce, are capable of dodging bullets they don't see. That skill belongs to Cass and Cass alone. But a voice that sounds like Batman won't leave Tim's head, insisting that he should have had better situational awareness, better tactics before entering the firefight. Batgirl is injured now. Because of him.

"I know." He says, because he does. Knowing and feeling are two different things.

Cass frowns, but says nothing as Tim starts stitching up the wound.

"We did good." She speaks at last. "The gang is... Over. Gone for good."

It's true. They caught the last of them and destroyed the boats they were using to move the illegal goods. Even if they continue to work inside prison, their ties and influence over the outside world have been thoroughly destroyed. It's good work, especially for one night.

But his sister is hurt. Because he wasn't good enough. Tim isn't insecure, he knows his own strengths and weaknesses. Tonight he messed up, simple as. He'll just have to make sure it doesn't happen again.

Cass sighs, leaning her forehead against Tim's shoulder. She's determined to give him comfort and Tim... As much as he's not ready to forgive himself, he's not willing to push it away either.

He finishes stitching the wound up and dresses it. Cass watches him in silence. Once he's done, she scoops him up and deposits him on the couch, ignoring his protests.

"You've just been shot! Don't put pressure on the wound!"

"Tis merely a flesh wound."

"Funny reference but it's not. It's literally not."

She rolls her eyes, a fond smile on her face.

"Pick a movie, nerd."

See, this is Steph's influence right here. Not Cass calling people nerds, but Cass calling Tim specifically a nerd. He should protest, tell Cass to leave him alone to sulk and wallow in his own mistakes.

Tim picks out a movie.

Cass ruffles his hair and pecks him on the cheek. As Mean Girls starts playing, she stretches out on the couch next to him, completely relaxed like she doesn't have a bleeding hole between her ribs.

Tim still feels guilty. He knows from experience he won't stop feeling guilty until at least tomorrow night. But he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a little better. It's impossible to take himself super seriously and brood when the girl who got wounded because of him is shoving her feet in his face.

Not for the first time tonight, Tim finds himself very grateful for older sisters.

#dc #cassandra cain #tim drake #dc rambles #My writing #Asks #Thank you for the ask!

[justaboot]

fine okay HBO human DT would be like

(tw blood, gore, drugs, suicide mention)

Beakley's husband was killed by their daughter, who was a FOWL big bad. Beakley loved her more than anything but, in the end, they couldn't stop her, and she locked her in an uncrackable limbo pocket dimension, took newborn Webby, and told everyone she was dead. Every night, she doesn't think about how she's still in there, alive and rotting. (I hc this regardless)

Gladstone signed away his soul for glitz, luck, and luxury when he was young. He rains gifts and affection down on the kids, decked in the best money can buy and bored by all of it, surrounded by designer drugs and sex and fancy friends and desperately lonely when he's not with the fam.

Pre-series, the boys' father was a traitor who sold them out, nearly to Donald and Scrooge's death. Della goes alone to a standoff in an abandoned plane hangar, fucks him good one last time to get close before beating his head in with a socket wrench.

Goldie told her how.

The kids figure out Gyro's fallen into a brutally accelerating addiction to a stimulant chem of his own design, bc its producing incredible results. Scrooge has been looking the other way. Because results.

Actual Scary Girl Webby in a real way. She wants answers, and has no understanding of taboos. Stares at her first dead body way too long. Asks della too many questions about self-amputation, what it smelled like, if she could feel the difference between muscles and tendons when cutting. Did the ligaments snap back? did the bone splinter? did you see marrow? She just wants to know. The next day she asks bentina if they can get a whole pig to pit-roast and if she can be the one to carve it. Watched Scrooge and Goldie from the vent in his bedroom, looked too long at the line of Goldie's back as she moved and thought about it all night.

We see Beakley actually homeschool them. They have a library thats the school room, and Huey and Webby practice cello in Webby's room. They test themselves on new languages they're learning together by talking through music theory in them while playing.

Huey made Della a teak shower bench. Not HBOcore but its true and you should know it. It replaced the chrome one, and on bad nights, she hands out in there in the steam at 4 in the morning bc the room is bright and warm and the fan is loud and beakley'll be up in an hour which means the house wont be Still and Quiet.

Louie actually gets caught up in the underground crime scene. He slowly builds confidence gets too cocky, and gets in deeper and deeper shit until it goes south. Fast. His tricks dont work, because hes TEN, and Goldie has to pull him out of a human trafficking ring. He doesn't think to ask what she was doing there until much later, and she's already gone.

We see Donald's therapy sessions. He loves the boys more than anything or anyone in the world. He tells his therapist that he hates his sister for what she did to his future. His therapist asks if he hates the children, too, and Donald hesitates. He loves the boys.

Magica has Scrooge for weeks during the Shadow War. Plays out all his failures in shadow puppets on the wall for him. The spear, his parents, his sisters, goldie, everything. she was there in the dime for the whole ten years he was alone, and she plays out all the ugliest things he said and did. Shapeshifts through all the friends he's lost to taunt him, spitting words as young Donald. She shifts into Della, asking in her voice why he'd do that, telling him how painful it was, how it feels to freeze to death, what human lungs sound like when there's no oxygen to breathe. You'd think they'd be quieter, but there's a wet crackle that sounds like a sponge. She tells him how he was going to kill the boys, too, because he's too selfish, but it's not a problem now, because they've left again. They're safe now. But she says it all so kindly. He's exhausted and hes starving and hes half out of his mind, so when he asks what she wants from him and she puts a knife in his hands and tells him to end it, he does. Until the knife turns to smoke, he's unharmed, and it's not della but Magica who's laughing at him. Lena sees the whole thing, and later on, when the kids find out, Scrooge omits details, and the kids laugh at how Magica would ever think Scrooge would go through with it, just give up. He'd never give up. Lena doesn't say anything, and Scrooge doesn't look at her, and he has to cope with believing that'll be the last time he'll ever hear della's voice.

Lena Comes Back WrongTM

anyway you get it. everyone has a really rough duality. feel free to add.

(this post got too long, ask me later about the boys' birth and scrooge's secret s1 curse)

#animation studios if you see this in 5 years when I’m applying I’m not weird please still hire me #HBOTales #yeah I'll make that a tag #ducktales #dt17 #tw gore #tw drugs #tw body horror #tw suicide #tw self harm #I deleted several things bc i want to be able to look you guys in the metaphorical eyes again at some point #wait I’m kind of cracking up at the idea of Lena watching all of that play out she has NO idea who that is or what happened #she’s like…I don’t even go here…

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Whiskey Through Anger

Relationship: Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith

Word Count: 6751

Summary: Arthur near pitied the women who'd slept with Charles. He confused pity for envy. charles is mad bcs of the poachers who killed the bison, Arthur cheers him up by lending him his ass

Note: was my first time writing smut so it may be cringe. also it's completely un-beta'd so it might have mistakes

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I need a drink.

That was the first thing Charles had thought after leaving the hunter bastards' camp. It was likely the only thing that would take his mind off of the merciless cruelty imposed upon those poor bison. It would also distract him from the unneglectable urge within him to hunt down the man who'd paid those poachers himself. That- and a quick fuck. Preferably with one of the saloon girls. The prostitutes would work, but most of them weren't as appealing to Charles; most looking for rich men rather than a good time. And it did well for Charles's ego whenever he successfully wooed the women into sleeping with him. On the way to Valentine, he'd suddenly remembered Taima's need to be brushed and fed. So with the most miniscule amount of sense left in his mind that had thankfully not been overtaken by the rumbling rage travelling through his veins, he turned back and rode towards camp.

He leaned against a tree, beside the horse's hitching posts, awaiting Taima's return from the lakeside. Earlier, he'd decided to settle for a quick shave. If he was gonna fuck, may as well be presentable. He shaved frequently but not daily; he wasn't into the scraggly, unkempt beards most men in the gang had. Except Arthur. That man could make anything Charles found revolting to be absolutely alluring.

Taima had returned, as he knew she would. "Here, girl.." He reached his hand out, to which she happily nestled her head in the palm of his hand. He felt his fury dissipate.

Until Micah came.

"Darkie!" The rough shrill of his voice called, "Where's your boyfriend?" Boyfriend. A nickname begun by Dutch to tease Arthur as he'd been seen frequently hanging around Charles more often. It ain't helped that they'd barely ever spoken up 'til Colter and that Charles rarely hung out with people. At best, he drank with Javier and John. Any other interaction with the gang members weren't personal. He didn't mind the nickname. But Arthur sure did, and that stung somehow.

"Excuse me?" His fury returned.

Micah leaned nearer, "You deaf, redskin?" He snarled, shoving him back. Charles could smell the nauseating toxins released from his mouth; Micah's breath was worse than a pile of rotting corpses.

Charles shoved Micah back. Harder. Micah fell back, knocking over the wooden crates behind him, as well as everything on them. The sound of the gang's belongings clattering on the dirt caused heads to turn in their direction. With the tip of his boot, he'd kicked Micah hard in the stomach, "Fuck." Another kick, "You." One final blow.

He considered spitting on him, but decided against it. He wouldn't resort to such feeble means to take his anger out.

"Let's go, girl," He said to Taima, jumping on his horse, who neighed in agreement before galloping away.

"Gimme a whiskey." He'd barged into the saloon and sat at the counter. The bartender was often friendly with Charles; despite the short time they'd been there, Charles had frequented going there to drink with Javier and at times, uninvited imbeciles such as Bill and when really unlucky- Uncle. Instead of striking up a conversation, as Charles usually would to pass the time, he stared at the bartender with dark eyes, expectantly awaiting his drink. It was evident that he was in a sour mood, so a glass was poured and served swiftly and without a word.

He took the sip, taking pleasure in how the burn in his throat so effectively distracted him from the seething wrath consuming him. Stirring the clear bronze liquid with his finger, he couldn't help but remember how he'd confronted those poachers. The anger that had overtaken him in that moment. The loud blast of the gunshot he'd heard after subconsciously shooting a dent in the man's face. He didn't regret it.

Suddenly, he remembered the cowardly pleas of the second poacher. How much he took pleasure in watching the man squirm. And suddenly- Arthur stepped in.

Arthur.

Oh, how his heart softened for that man.

He'd regretted yelling at him for letting the pathetic bastard go. He was always much more of a better man than Charles could ever be. Through his blind hatred, he couldn't think right, but there Arthur was. Returning to him his sight and helping him retrieve his mind- though, simultaneously overtaking his heart. After having first laid eyes on him back in Blackwater, the snarky cowboy with wits as well as beauty- he could never stop looking at him. For him. Whenever he'd leave Charles's line of sight, his eyes would instinctually begin to search for the man once more. He remembered wandering around the area for no particular reason but to catch a glimpse of him. At the time, he wasn't the kind to drink often, but whenever he was asked to tag along and told that Arthur would follow, he accepted immediately.

Pathetic. He thought. How delusional.

The man would never love him. He knew this. If by some miracle Arthur Morgan, the Van der Linde gang's best shot and toughest member, somehow held interest for the male sex, there was absolutely no way in hell he'd choose Charles.

It was enough for him that he could be considered a friend to Arthur. He was satisfied.

His solution to escape from his anger led him to wallowing in self-pitiful sorrow. Far worse than anger.

When the whiskey reduced to drops, he requested a second glass. Feeling his temper cooling, he sighed. Maybe time for that fuck.

A rough voice came, one he'd recognise anywhere: "I knew I'd find you here!" A slap on the back.

"Arthur." He near smiled.

The cowboy took a seat beside him and requested a beer. Charles took a sip, placing the glass down with a thud, "What are you doing here?"

His drink was served and Arthur took a sip. A smile played on his lips, "Heard a friend of mine were here. Unfortunately, it was you."

Though he knew Arthur joked often, he couldn't help the thought that lingered telling him it wasn't a joke. "Come on. Really."

"Well," Another sip, "I'd been searchin' for you."

"Hm?" He felt his cheeks heat up.

"Yeah, after I'd looted them bastards' camp, I rode back home. Thought you'd be there but all I'd seen were a very mad Micah." Arthur grinned, knowing damn well who caused Micah's well-deserved fury, "Second place I'd thought you'd be was here. Drownin' your anger in whiskey."

"You know me well." Charles smiled, taking a sip of whiskey.

"'Course i do."

Arthur accompanied him throughout the evening, 'til the sun had set and the customers increased. He provided a very welcome distraction for Charles from his foul mind and Charles was grateful.

The words they spoke became slurred and he couldn't help but notice how Arthur's lips turned more pink and how visible the flush on his cheeks were. They were both drunk. He knew that.

He hadn't drunken enough to puke his guts out or haze his vision 'til all he saw were distorting waves. But he was drunk enough for his lust to take over. Something that always happened when he drank and it certainly didn't help that right beside him was the man he oh so desperately craved for. They sat close. Too close. Charles could smell the wooden scent of his soap as well as the smell of cigarette smoke that lingered within his clothes. The whiff of whiskey on his breath, as he'd purchased a bottle for both him and Charles.

It didn't help the erection growing in his pants that their knees kept touching. And it certainly didn't help that Arthur was one touchy fella. Every few minutes a hand was placed on his thigh, shoulder or knee. It lingered a few seconds longer than natural that Charles nearly would've thought it was intentional if he didn't know any better.

When intoxicated he spoke his mind. It took a mighty amount of effort with the little composure he had left to prevent himself from yelling out his desire to fuck his closest friend. Instead he said, "I need a fuck."

Arthur stopped, "Don't wanna drink no more?"

"Mm.. not really."

"Really. Not enjoying my company?" He teased. God, of course he was.

"I always enjoy your company, Arthur," He said, slurring slightly. "But unless I can fuck you, I don't think I can sit here much longer. I'm still mad about this afternoon. Can't be sittin' here anymore- shit- I'd probably fuck you if I did." Fuck. Why would he say that. Why did he say that. Fuck fuck fuck.

The words Charles had uttered sent a spark down the pit of Arthur's stomach. Surely he didn't mean it like that. He was drunk. But then- so was Arthur. So he swallowed, "I wouldn't mind." The words come out before Arthur can stop them.

That had to be the alcohol talking, right? There would be no way in hell, that Arthur Morgan would ever say such a thing. Even if Charles was lucky enough to be blessed with the chance of even touching Arthur's bare torso- he wouldn't even dare to in fear of causing Arthur even the slightest bit of discomfort.

But.. Then again, he may never get such an opportunity again. Was Arthur bluffing? Or was it the whiskey. God, he couldn't think straight.

Finally he spoke, "What.." A pause, "What do you mean?"

He didn't dare look at Arthur.

Despite the bustle and laughter of the drunkards behind them and the sound of drinks being poured into glasses continuously, all that surrounded them was the awkward noise of silence. He looked at Arthur, surprised to find a prominent flush painted upon his cheeks, intentionally avoiding Charles's gaze, "I-" He cleared his throat, "A..As long as it'll help you."

Silence.

"Help me?"

A nod.

"You know what that means, Arthur?"

He swallowed. Another nod.

They sat in silence for a bit before Charles spoke, "Okay."

"..." Arthur chugged down his whiskey, "Okay."

Suddenly they were upstairs. In a room they'd rented, with Charles's large frame pressed up against Arthur's, pinning him against the door. With their mouths pressed together, moving messily in terrible synergy. Wet and sloppy as saliva ran down their chins. Their hands running across eachothers' bodice in desperation, eager for the most meager amount of contact. Charles's hands running down Arthur's sides and Arthur intertwining his own hands into Charles's hair, tangling the once straight strands and tugging at the scalp.

Immediately after renting a room they'd headed upstair, uncaring of the eyes that may have followed them nor the whispers that could've trailed behind. Once in said room, the door slammed and Arthur was shoved up against the door, Charles's lips crashing into his with drunken desire. Catching Arthur by surprise, taken aback by his aggressive passion. He didn't know what to do except melt into the sensation and oh. Oh, how good it felt. The way Charles kissed him was- he'd never been kissed like that before. Charles kissed him with hunger. With need. As if he were a man who'd starved for so very long and it was only Arthur who could satiate that hunger.

Charles placed a knee in between Arthur's thigh causing the man to break the kiss, eliciting a moan from him, "F-Fuc...k," He whispered. God, the sound was heaven. He couldn't believe this moment was real. That Arthur Morgan himself was so near. Pressed up against him in such a vulnerable position. He connected their lips once more, pushing his tongue into the man's open mouth causing Arthur to groan into the kiss. God, he was perfect.

Charles broke the kiss and stared at Arthur. His lips reddened and lustrous, slightly parted as Arthur panted heavily. Beautiful.

Leaning in once more, Charles pressed his lips upon his jaw. Trailing his jawline with kisses a small nips, down to his neck and collarbone. Arthur whimpered from receiving Charles's not so gentle bites and sucks. He wanted more.

"Arthur.." He hummed, leaving marks upon his collarbone.

"Y-yeah?"

"You're doing this to help me.. right?" He sucked another mark onto his terribly sunkissed skin.

He swallowed, "Y..es.

"Good.." He whispered, his voice low and sweet, dripping of luscious, sweetened syrup, it made Arthur feel something he hadn't felt before and he absolutely loved it. "Get on your knees."

"What?"

Charles caught a hint of doubt hidden among his words. He kissed his jaw, "You sure about this.. right?" He whispered, "You can still back out.." It was the last sober part of himself that spoke. He knew once they'd gone farther he would've been far too intoxicated by Arthur to stop.

"Yes." Arthur whispered, low and breathy.

"Good.. On your knees, Arthur." Arthur did as told.

He ran a hand through Arthur's hair in admiration, taking in every bit of the man. His eyes peering up to stare at Charles, his cheeks so very flushed and his lips. God. His lips. "Good boy.." He spoke. The praise sent a terribly satisfying warmth down the pit of Arthur's stomach.

Charles could feel his erection hardening at the sight of the man. Arthur watched as the man undid his belt, unbuttoning his pants, his eyes widening when they caught sight of the beast of Charles's cock. The length was slightly over average, nothing special but fuck, the girth. He near pitied the women who'd slept with Charles. He confused pity for envy.

He flushed. Beginning to understand what Charles wanted. "Charles.."

"Yes, Arthur?" Charles traced his jaw, tilting his head further upwards.

"I.. I ain't ever done this before.."

A force tugged upon Charles's lips. He smiled, "Don't worry, I'll guide you.."

A nod from Arthur.

"Use your mouth, love. Hands too. Just lick it, suck it.. yeah.. like that." Love. He'd never called him that before.

Arthur placed a hand at the base of the cock. Fuck, it was huge. He could barely wrap his hand around it. He swirled his tongue around the tip, flicking at it once in a while, simultaneously pumping at the base. He mouthed the sides of the prick before enclosing his lips around the head of his cock. A groan escaped Charles's lips, encouraging Arthur to continue. He tried hard to remember how women he'd been with in his past did it to him but it was so long ago he'd forgotten.

Pushing his head down further he felt the tip of the cock hit the back of his throat, he fought hard not to gag, pushing the cock down his throat 'till his nose was buried in the man's pubes.

"God, you're so beautiful.." Charles whispered. Arthur felt his own erection growing as he pulled his head back and forth, gagging on his cock each time. It felt so good. He never would've thought he could get off on choking on another man's cock but Charles made it feel so good. The hand tangled in his hair began to grip harder, taking control of Arthur's motions as it forced Arthur's head up and and down. The cock hitting the back of his throat repeatedly made him gag. Arthur choked. Tried to pull back but Charles wouldn't let him, thrusting into his mouth as if he was nothing but a hole to relieve himself in.

Fuck, the thought made him harder.

His eyes rolled back as he choked on the cock, allowing Charles to take complete control as he relished in the his groans. "Fuck, fuck.. fuck, You're so good Arthur, so good for me. I'm gonna cum Arthur. Stay put for me, sweet thing.." Charles pushed his head down hard on his cock, not releasing the vigorous grip he had on Arthur. The man moaned, sending vibrations across his cock as he felt the hot, sticky liquid spill down his throat. Finally Charles let go, Arthur pulling back, panting hard as Charles's spend dripped down his chin. His lips reddened from the friction and his tongue stuck out with drool hanging off of it. His eyes glassy and face flushed. The sight was obscene. It nearly made Charles hard again.

"Arthur.." Charles sighed, his heart near implosion from the bliss of this moment. He pulled him up, pressing their lips together as they moved messily in poor attempts of synchronised rhythm. Through sloppily sensuous movements, Arthur panting in-between each slow motion. They stumbled towards the bed, Charles pushing Arthur not so gently down on the thin, old mattress. Finally he pulled away. Arthur panted, "D.. Did I do well?" His voice rasped.

God.. How adorable, "Yes, Arthur," He smiled, pressing a kiss upon his nose, "You were so good Arthur.. So good for me.."

The words unleashed a whine from Arthur, his cock pressing so hard against the fabric of his pants he feared the cloth would tear. Suddenly a palm rubbed at his groin. The moan Arthur let out was more than shameful. He covered his mouth with both hands, embarrassed of the volume of the sound.

"Don't cover your mouth," Charles whispered, palming harder between his thighs, "C'mon.. you made me feel so good, Arthur.. Tell me what I can do for you."

Arthur flushed, he didn't expect to receive any pleasure from this- though, in truth being this intimate with Charles was already far more pleasuring than anything he could ever have in his sad life. But he'd expected to help Charles release stress, doing anything Charles wanted, and once done he'd shamefully jerk off in silence with the thought of Charles's body above his (however far they'd go,) to help him relieve himself.

"I-It's fine Charles. I'm helpin' you get off, you don't gotta worry 'bout me."

"Yeah, but what if getting you off is what gets me off?" He spoke, pressing kisses across his clothed thighs.

"Then.. go ahead."

"Take off your clothes, sweetheart." Fuck, these pet names were getting out of hand. Arthur was enjoying them far too much.

He did as Charles said. With the cold air hitting his freckled skin, he couldn't help but feel so ashamed. Of his body and how turned off Charles might be. He felt too exposed. Charles just stared at him, his eyes never leaving, his gaze never faltering. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Did he just fuck it up? Was Charles so disgusted by his body he couldn't even utter a measly syllable out of his soft, soft lips? Fuck. Of course. He's such an ugly fuckin' bastard, no wonder-

"You're beautiful, Arthur."

"Huh?" He must've misheard him.

"God, Arthur.." He spoke as if breathless, "You're so perfect." He kissed him. Slow and steady, as if trying to take in all of Arthur. As if this moment was going to end if he didnt do so. God, he hoped it'd never end. "You're so beautiful." He whispered, leaving a trail of kisses down to his throbbing, weeping cock as he whispered bits of praise and words of affections. Arthur nearly believed it.

"Have you ever done before, Arthur?" He spoke lowly against his unclothed thighs, sending scalding reverberations across his lightly haired skin.

"Not.. Not with a man, no." He slurred, the effects of the whiskey still weighing heavily upon him, stirring his mind into a hazed blur as it rushed all the blood from there to his cock.

"You do this frequently, then? With women?"

"No, not- not in a long while now."

Arthur gazed blearily at the man whose face had been positioned between his thighs, aware of how vulnerable this position was for himself- as well as how it was so terribly tantalising.

"You," He broke the silence, "You done this before? With men?"

"Yeah. Not too often but it isn't anything too rare."

"I ain't thought you were the kind."

"What kind?"

"Y'know, the-"

"Cocksucking kind?"

Arthur flushed at his bluntness, "Well.. Yeah."

"I don't mind sucking cock. Don't mind fucking anyone with one too. As long as the holes attached to a warm body, I don't mind."

"So I'm just another warm body to you?" Arthur teased, though his heart near cracked open at the thought.

You're so much more than that, Arthur. Charles thought to himself. And his drunk self said exactly that as he pressed more kisses along his jawline, Arthur flushing at the words.

"So- how does this work? Sex with two men."

"One of 'em takes it up the ass."

Arthur's eyes went so wide, Charles feared it'd remain that way.

"And you.." Arthur muttered, "You took it up the ass before?" He asked in hopes of there being a chance he wouldn't have to take Charles's horse cock up his ass.

"Never. The other guys always just happened to want me to do them."

"Oh.." He didn't really like thinking of Charles and other men. Other people.

He opened his mouth to speak before Charles did so, "You don't have to take it up the ass. You already made me feel good, I just want to do the same, Arthur."

In truth he did want to take Arthur in the ass. He wanted to fuck the man so hard he begged for more. He wanted to fuck him into the bed. Hard enough that the rusted springs of the lumpy mattress no longer worked. He wanted the man to forget his own name and for the only thing left, engraved in his mind would be how good Charles made him feel. Oh, how he wanted to ruin the man.

The last sober part of himself had fought every other terribly, drunkenly lusted part of his body saying those few words. Though in truth he did want to pleasure Arthur. It was just that he wanted to fuck him while doing so.

"Will it hurt?" Arthur's raspy voice came.

"What?"

"If I.. took it.. there. Would it hurt?"

"Not if I do it right."

"Okay."

"Okay..?"

"Lord, Charles- Are y'gon'make me say it?"

A smile drew upon his lips, "I wasn't. But now I am."

"You're a bastard, Mr. Smith."

"Bold choice of words for the man who holds your precious orgasm in the palm of his hand."

"You make it sound like a threat. I don't need you to get me off." He spat.

"Really.." Charles leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of Arthur's ear, "You really think I can't just tie you up? Leave you here, splayed out on the bed for whoever comes next. Your lassos right on the ground, at my disposal." The words sent all the blood to his cock, it cried for release as it leaked precum upon Arthur's belly. Charles reached a hand down, rubbing a calloused thumb over the head of the cock, "You like that, Arthur? If I tied you up with your own lasso. While your cock's begging to be touched. Weeping for release. You like that? If I left you here for someone else to find. Someone else to fuck." Charles was bluffing, anyone else who tried to fuck Arthur- let alone touch him wouldn't still be alive to try anything.

"Christ, Charles." He breathed. Each word had sent a shiver that travelled down to his cock, "I want you to fuck me."

"Really. Where are your manners?"

"Please." He gritted out, "Please fuck me, Charles."

"So sweet, aren't you, Arthur?"

Arthur merely rolled his eyes in response.

Charles travelled downwards. Trailing kisses down his neck. Down his torso and up to his ass. Purposefully avoiding the man's terribly hardened cock as he whined for friction. He pressed kisses around the man's puckered hole, earning sweet, sweet moans that'd leaked out of the man's sweet, sweet lips.

Suddenly, his tongue begun to stretch the man's tight ring of muscle, earning a sharp gasp from Arthur. He was invading uncharted territory, savouring the sounds Arthur made and how beautifully his body reacted each time his tongue moved around within him.

Finally he'd pulled away, earning a loud whine from the man writhing beneath him. Grabbing the back of his knees, spreading them further open, he spat on his hole, making a mess as he coated the spit around the hole with his fingers. A finger doused in spit pressed up against his hole, "I'm putting a finger in, Arthur."

Arthur nodded before feeling something stretch him out. The burning sensation was not enough for the man to tell him to stop. It didn't hurt, but it sure as hell hadn't felt good. Why any man would willingly want this was completely unfathomable. But then- if the man was doing it with Charles Smith, he wouldn't mind.

"Does it hurt?" He whispered, pushing the digit in and out of the hole in slow, unhurried motions, taking care not to hurt the man.

Arthur hated being treated so- kindly. So properly taken care of, as if he were something fragile- something worthy of care. It made him feel so pathetic. "No. Put another finger in."

Charles merely hummed in response, slipping out the digit before swiftly pushing two fingers deep within him. Thrusting inwards and out, he kept wondering whether the men who enjoyed taking it up the ass were delusional. No way in hell could this have felt good-

Oh. Oh.

This was good.

"A-Ah.. More- there, Charles." He whined, it felt too good for him to be ashamed of the near ludicrous sounds he let out. Curling his thick fingers upwards, Charles massaged the man's sweet spot, splitting both fingers apart, scissoring him from within as he stretched him apart.

Briskly, he pulled out both fingers and pushed them back in, along with an additional digit as he spread them all out, stretching him out so well the uncomfortably pleasurable burn had morphed into a terribly intensified pleasure. He wasn't aware of the sounds he'd made, all he could focus on was how much Charles's perfect fingers stretched him out.

It wasn't enough. He wanted more.

"Fuck me Charles. P-Please, I need you."

"So polite now, Arthur.." He could hear the smile in Charles's tone as he felt him press more kisses around his collarbone.

"Please, Charles.."

"Since you asked so nicely."

He pulled his fingers out, soaked and wet with his own fluids. Swiftly, he pulled off his shirt and spat on his own cock, aligning its length in-between Arthur's flawlessly imperfect ass cheeks. It rubbed against his hole, he couldn't wait anymore- he felt so empty. So- So-

Full.

Fuck..

Charles had pushed all the way in, from the head to base, he took it all in. He forgot the girth of the man's cock, how thick and heavy it'd laid on his tongue earlier. Fuck. It stretched him out. His cock rubbed at the walls of his ass, just grazing upon his prostate. "Fuck, you're tight.." Charles groaned, placing a hand under his knee, rubbing circles upon the skin with the pad of his thumb in attempts of comfort, "Relax, love.. Just tell me to stop and I will." Arthur nodded.

Despite feeling Arthur relax around his cock, the warmth enveloping him still felt as if it was clenching around him. Threatening him to stay, restraining him from pulling out.

"I'm going to move now, Arthur." Another nod.

Slowly, he pulled out and slowly, he pushed in. Repeating these motions 'till he felt the man completely relax around him. He picked up the pace, thrusting in faster. Harder. Arthur began to whine loudly. Too loud.

Charles moved his legs which had previously wrapped loosely around his hips, upwards. His shoulders just beneath Arthur's knees. The position allowed Charles to hit deeper within him. Every brutal thrust inwards inflicted such terrible abuse upon Arthur's bruised prostate. Arthur loved every bit of it.

Pushing Arthur's knees against his chest, near folding him half, he whispered to the man, "Quiet down, Arthur. We can't have people hearing your sweet noises, now can we?"

Arthur merely babbled incoherent syllables before clamping his hands over his mouth. Adorable.

He hadn't assumed Arthur to take him so literally.

"You're so beautiful, Arthur.." He repeated for likely the millionth time during their encounter. Taking in Arthur's beautifully flushed and freckled face along with his beautifully glassy eyes as tears spilled out of them. He pressed kisses along those tears, tasting the salt on his lips, "So, so beautiful.." He whispered, burying his face in the crook of the man's neck, sucking and biting at his neck, leaving bruises and marks, that he was sure wouldn't leave for at least a week.

Arthur unclasped his hands from his mouth, "Ch-Charles, I-I'm- I'm gonna-"

"Go ahead, sweetheart.." He mumbled into his skin.

Arthur's moans grew louder and far more risqué as he wrapped his arms around the back of Charles's neck. "A-Ah! More, more, Charles! Pl..ease- There! Right there!"

As his pleas grew needier, his whines grew more lubricious. His intensifying grip around his neck reminding Charles of his strength. Despite how strong the man was, he submitted so willingly to Charles. Oh, how he loves the man.

Nearing his release, he let out louder cries that practically flooded the enclosed space, he didn't bother to silence Arthur, now uncaring of the possibility of them both being hanged if someone were to discover the intimacy of the position the were in. Instead, he revelled in the sweet symphony of his whines, his cries and his moans. He relished in the scent of sweat coating Arthur's olive skin and the sweet scent of sex as he fucked faster and harder into Arthur.

Hot, white cum spurted in-between their bodies. Onto Arthur's abdomen and Charles's toned belly. Dazing through Arthur's post-orgasm haze, he didn't feel Charles stop. Instead he fucked him harder. Faster. Arthur felt like he was going to burst from such overstimulation, "C-Charles, a-ahh, stop! Stop, stop, stop please- it's, it's too much!" But he didn't stop. Instead, a hand wrapped around his worn out cock, pumping it hard as his erection reformed.

"You can take it, Arthur.. You promised to make me feel good, didn't you?" He continued fucking him, rubbing hard on the terribly sensitive crown of his cock.

"Yes- Yes, Charles.." He moaned, "A-Ahh- I can't cum no more, Charles! Please-"

"You can, love.. C'mon.."

Arthur merely whined in response, squirming powerlessly beneath him. It was all too much. Everything felt like too much. Arthur soon felt his orgasm bubbling up as Charles fisted his once-again hardened cock. Feeling Charles pounding harshly within him whilst pumping his cock was too much- He was gonna- gonna-

"I-I'm gonna cum, Arthur.." He heard the low pitch of Charles's voice.

"M-Me too." He forced out, lacking the mundane ability to string together proper sentences due to having his brains fucked out by the man above him.

He let out the loudest moan known to man. It near shook the entire saloon but he was far too fucked out to be embarrassed of the noise. The man was utterly debauched.

The warmth of Charles nearly depleted as he felt the man about to pull out before he wrapped his legs tighter around him, "Cum- inside.."

The sight of Arthur was enough to make Charles heed his plea without a thought. He hummed, fucking him harder as he chased his release.

Finally- through his own orgasm, he felt a warm, viscous liquid released inside him. It felt so good. His load felt never ending, it continued to spurt out all over his ass after Charles pulled out. Such a position should've made him feel degraded, pathetic, instead- he felt completely raptured. The feeling of Charles's semen all over him nearly made him hard again.

Staring at his own thick cum spilling out of Arthur's so very reddened and swollened asshole, the white droplets sliding the bruised skin of both his inner and outer thighs that pressed so tightly together. He couldn't help but admire the work he'd done.

His eyes trailed upwards from Arthur's terribly abused hole to his wonderfully rubescent face; taking in how his eyes brimmed with saltwater as they so gracefully fell down his rosy, freckled cheeks. As if he'd lost himself in the mere sight on Arthur. In his red, swollened lips; glistening and nitid, wet from their shared , sloppy kisses. They parted slightly, taking in shallow breaths, panting from the sex mere moments before.

"Why're you lookin' at me like that?" Arthur spoke, his voice raspy, never-changing.

"Like what?" Charles responded breathlessly.

"Like you wanna goddam' eat me." A chuckle from Charles.

"Maybe I do." He pushed apart Arthur's bruised thighs and leaned into him, pressing more kisses at his already purpling jaw. "Charles Smith." He whispered, his tone meaning to be teasing but coming out broken and breathy.

"Arthur Morgan." He said in response at the shell of the man's ear.

Charles rolled off of Arthur, laying at his side. "I can't believe that just happened." Charles sighed ever-so blissfully, as if all his troubles had just been washed away and the sex they just had had granted him the secrets of eternal life.

"Y'mean- the fuckin'? Or the fact that it was with a man."

"The fact that it was with you."

"Oh." Arthur's eyes began to avoid his gaze, his cheeks beginning to redden as he muttered several minor words, "I can't believe it too well either."

"Y'know.." Charles turned to him, a hand reaching out to trace his cheekbone with his knuckles, "I've been wantin' this for so long now."

"You're kiddin'"

"Not at all." He swallowed, the alcohol that continued to coarse through his veins gave him courage to utter these pathetically buried feelings. Feelings he'd never admit to if well and sober. It was now or never. "I.. I've been interested in you for a while now."

"Since Colter?"

"Since Blackwater."

"You- Charles.." He stammered, unable to find the words to say, Charles merely chuckled at his bashfulness.

"It's alright Arthur. I knew those feelings would go nowhere," He'd uttered, Arthur missed the hint of sadness within his words, "The moment I heard you speak- your quick wit as well as your sarcastic quips, they immediately charmed me. You were just so oddly charismatic, and your beauty- Arthur. Your beauty. You were breathtaking. You are breathtaking."

Arthur couldn't utter a single word, his face merely continued to overheat as his mouth stood agape. "In Colter, when Mr. Pearson asked you to go hunting with me- My heart absolutely flipped. I jumped at the chance."

"Yeah, it was weird that you wanted to help me out. Y'know 'cause o' your hand an' whatnot."

"You wanna know how I injured my hand, Arthur?"

"Been wonderin' for a while now."

"In Blackwater, durin' the heist- when you came to the boat, I saw a fella'. Probably a Pinkerton, wasn't sure. But he aimed his gun at you, I didn't think- I just put my hand at the barrel then knocked 'im out after."

A pause. His eyes traced the apple at Arthur's throat, watching how it bobbed as he swallowed. Watching how he took Charles's hand off his face and held it so very gently. Arthur Morgan. The Van der Linde gang's toughest, most intimidating member. The man he'd just fucked. That same man held him so, so softly. Tracing the grooves and bumps of his dark knuckles as well as the veins behind his terribly calloused hand. Then he spoke, looking up to reach his eyes, "Shoulda let me get shot."

Charles merely smiled, "I know. I'm a fool."

They laid beside each other, bathing it the afterglow of their previous activities. The only thing on both of their minds being the unknown mutual hope that it wouldn't be the last time they were so intimate. So Arthur broke the silence. "You tired, Charles?"

"Not.. in particular."

"Think you can go another round?"

An imperceptible smile, quirked upon Charles's lips, "I could go for several more rounds."

With those words, Arthur got up and straddled the man all in one swift motion. He leaned downwards, pressing their lips together for the millionth time.

His hands reached down to Charles's pants, "You gotta get these off though."

"No rush. We have all night.

The thought of Charles's fucking him into the mattress all the way 'till morning made his dick twitch. He kissed Charles once more, whispering through the kiss, "I wanna have our whole life."

He took a breath. "Let's have that then."

When the sun rose, casting it's amber hues across the rented lodging of their room and bathing the town with its slight warmth, Arthur's eyes fluttered open, wandering blearily around the foreign room before landing on the sleeping face of Charles.

Charles.

Charles?

He stared at the man beside him, the strong, sculpted arms wrapped around him. He couldn't move if he tried. The memories of the night before blurred through his mind, a flush crawling up his neck. Untrusting of his own intoxicated mind, he looked beneath the thin, cream blanket that barely covered them as it was clearly meant for merely a single person. As if their naked bodies pressed together and the near dried cum spilling out of his ass wasn't enough proof, the sight of Charles's bare cock underneath the blanket surely was.

Attempting to shuffle within Charles's death gripping bear hug, still processing the knowledge of getting fucked by the man the night before. Multiple times. The memory of Charles's cum in his mouth still lingered. The taste of salt and texture of slime that would've made him puke if it was anyone else but last night- was absolutely intoxicating.

With curious eyes he looked at Charles, taking in every curve and crevice on his face. Seeing things he'd never seen before. Every pore was visible, as was every spot of hair that trailed from his chin to his jaw. The memory of Charles's words to him as he laid beside him upon the white, dirtied mattress sheets made Arthur's heart absolutely dance. In truth, he'd felt the same. Ever since speaking to him at Colter, all that lingered within his mind was the faint thought of Charles. If the night before hadn't happened he'd never admit the fact he felt this way about another man. He didn't even know how he felt.

Suddenly Charles's eyes opened, blinking a few times as he looked at Arthur with half-lidded eyes. A lopsided smile bloomed upon his face, "G'morning, Arthur." He leaned nearer, pressing a kiss on his lips. The action made his heart thud so hard upon his ribcage he feared it'd explode. "Mornin'.." He forced out.

He didn't know how to act, considering the fact that they'd fucked continuously throughout dusk, passing out just before dawn. He hadn't had sex in years. Not since Eliza's death.

Charles merely continued to run a hand through Arthur's sandy, uncut locks, long overdue for a haircut. "I still can't believe last night." He heard Charles murmur.

"Neither can I."

A smile from Charles. "Thank you, Arthur." He looked at Charles, into his eyes, noticing the slightest bit a sorrow within them. As if unwillingly acceptant of the fact that last night was and inevitably would be nothing more than a one night stand. Charles parted his lips, as if wanting to say more. But the words never left those soft lips.

"What for?"

"Last night. Helping me blow off steam."

Oh.

Was that all it was to Charles? Were all the sweet nothings said the night before just a result of too much whiskey?

"Arthur?" Charles's voice, "You alright?"

Before he could stop it, the words ran out of his mouth, "I don't want last night to be the last."

"What?"

"I-" Fuck. He'd already said all that. Might as well. "I wanna do it again. With you. "

"Right now?"

"No- Charles. I mean-" He was never one for words. He wasn't even that good at English himself. "Arthur."

He looked up. Charles smiled.

He spoke.

"I'd like that."

"Yeah?" Arthur had never been the emotional kind but fuck. The knowledge that it wouldn't be the end made him near tear up. Or maybe getting fucked in the ass had shredded up his masculinity.

Nah.

"Yeah." Charles couldn't stop smiling. Fuck, the man was handsome.

"But- ignoring what I just said, you ain't too tired for another fuck, are you?"

Charles only laughed, crawling on top of Arthur and smashing their lips together through the laughter that bubbled throughout.

#rdr2 #rdr #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption fanfic #rdr2 fanfic #rdr fanfiction #charthur #charles smith #arthur morgan #just cowboys fuckin #charles smith x arthur morgan #arthur morgan x charles smith

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What did I do..? | {KokuZan}

Theme: Angst

Note: Ignore the picture i can't find any kokuzan ones ;-;

TW: suicide-

ALSO if anything doesn't make sense it's bc i was too lazy to write out the AU so, sorry..

Reincarnated everyone! (basically it's modern AU; reincarnated hhahahoksmvfewoifkmsssddddffffffffuck.)

As a child, Muzan was very easily manipulated. He believed everyone deserved second chances and said, whenever someone did something they shouldn't have—no matter how drastic the consequences—that everybody made mistakes. Which, as you can see, is quite a naïve way of thinking when it comes to reality. 

What's more, Muzan tried to be very helpful. No matter what anyone asked, it was almost guarenteed to be that he would say yes. 

You could ask him to do the most far-fetched thing that any sane person would say they couldn't do and he would most likely say, "I'll do my best to achieve that for you."

So, he was often—very often—asked to do things for others. And he let them, not seeing anything bad about it. He only saw that he was making it easier for others to live and so he continued on doing this.

The only exception to his agreeing was his friend—more specifically Michikatsu, Douma, Akaza, Hantengu and his many brothers, Gyokko, Gyutaro, Daki, Nakime and Kaigaku. They were the some of the only people who cared—truly—about Muzan and who constantly protected him as much as they could from people who tried to use him to their own will. 

Muzan didn't notice any of this though. But he did know that they were people who would stick by him no matter what—something he was absolutely grateful for and told them everyday. 

Michikatsu—also known as Kokushibo within their circle of friends—being the eldest always treated all of them as his younger siblings, telling them to do this and that and making sure they were intact and alright. 

All but Muzan whom he treated more as a very close 'friend.' 

Everybody else could clearly see the favortism written all over Muzan's face whenever Kokushibo was around, and they let it be. 

Muzan didn't notice that either, however.  

Now, as the time went on, things began to change. 

True, Muzan had never been in the center of attention for selfless reasons and had always only been because people wanted to take advantage of him, but now a rumour had started passing by and Muzan started getting dirty looks from people he didn't even know.

Muzan grew scared to be outside at all as someone would hiss at him that he was a horrible man, that he'd done nothing but bad. 

He didn't understand.

And neither did his friends because they had never known Muzan to do anything bad. 

One day, one particular person had gone up to Muzan. She looked stern and very mad, dragging two other women with her. 

"Do you remember me, Kibutsuji?" she said, glaring into his eyes. She was shorter than him, looking to be almost 5 feet whilst Muzan was at 5"6 at around the age of 16. 

"No...?" he said uncertainly. 

The girl then made one of the other people stand in front of him. They looked to be siblings, this new woman appeared to be older. She had pink eyes that Muzan decided would probably looking pretty if it weren't for the fact that she was looking at him as if he was going to kill her. 

"What about her? Do you remember her? This is my sister Kanae," the first girl said, peeking from around Kanae's shoulder. "You and your little Uppermoon friends killed her." 

Muzan looked around for some help but his friends were out somewhere and all around them were only people whispering and glaring at him. "She's alive though..." he pointed out, averting his eyes. What were they talking about?

"Oh really," the girl said. "Listen, both of us were Hashira in our past lives. Both of us died from the same demon. From the same demon you created. You had millions of people killed just so you could be immortal!!" She placed a hand on her hip, her eyes searing into his head. "You are a monster. You deserve to go to hell." 

The last girl who hadn't been been introduced was fidgeting with a coin, but at this she slipped around the other two and said, her voice both equally quiet and angry, "I hope you life is it's own hell for all you ever did to all of us."

Muzan backed away against the wall. "I didn't do that! I... don't know what you're talking about! I swear! You have got me mixed up!!" he said, desperately trying to make sense of what was happening. He'd only ever helped people! What did they mean?

"Hmm, maybe you've got it all mixed up," the first girl said, letting her hair down and showing him her clip which was in the shape of a butterfly. "Look at this. And go find your blond friend—Douma. Tell him if butterflies have any sort of significance to him. I'm sure they do because you turned him into a demon. And then you let him go and eat so, so many humans. The butterfly should be a reminder to him of who killed him." 

Muzan blinked. "Douma? Douma would never do that! He's very kind!" he insisted, crossing his arms. They could talk bad about him all they wanted but now about his friends!! 

"Hmm, kind? Not a word I think of when I think of him. But maybe he was. Maybe he was kind and you turned him to the opposite," the girl said, giving him a cruel smile before stalking away, her hands clasped around the two other girls'. 

The whispers around him grew and someone shouted, "I heard he was a cannibal!!"

Muzan shook his head. "I wasn't! I'm not!"

"My grandfather said his mother's father's mother had fought one of his demons!"

"I don't have demons," Muzan pleaded. 

"I heard he called himself a demon king," someone else said. 

The people seemed to rise up all at once, shouting incoherent threats to him.

They closed in on him and Muzan cowered, feeling terrified. What if he had done all of that? People were to be trusted and he knew that they wouldn't lie about this, right? They must be telling the truth... What if he was such a horrible person after all?

A hand clasped around his wrist and he looked up, dread filling him for a split second. But then Kokushibo's familiar face met his gaze and he stood, being dragged out of the crowd quickly.

"Muzan!!" Kokushibo called back between quick breaths as they ran off. "Are you okay?"

Muzan thought for a moment as they ran and didn't answer until they stop. "Do you think I'm a horrible person like they said I am?" he asked, his voice meek.

Kokushibo narrowed his eyes. "Do I think?" he asked, sounding furious.

Muzan closed his eyes, scared of a reaction. He'd never felt so small before.

"Of course I don't!! You're my best friend! You would never do all that shit!" Kokushibo said.

Muzan opened his eyes to see his friend looking worried and exasperated. "You... don't think so?"

"No!! And even if all what they said is true, it's definitely not about you. They probably got the wrong person." Kokushibo sighed, hugging him tightly. "You worry me, Muzan. Maybe you should just stay at home."

Muzan's cheeks flushed at the physical contact—lately, something about Michikatsu had been making him quite... happy. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice muffled by Kokushibo's shoulder.

"Anytime. Want to go to the library? No one's allowed to shout there so we can have some peace and quiet," Kokushibo said, grinning.

Muzan nodded. "Okay."

~~~

At the library, Kokushibo started roaming the shelves looking for books he might want to read.

Muzan, on the other hand, couldn't get his mind over what had happened earlier. About everyone shouting at him, that is. Not with... with Kokushibo.

He immediately shook his head. No thinking about that now. 

He searched through the rows of books until he saw the sign titled, "History."

Here he might find some answers. If he'd done something like this before and had caused people to react like that there must be even a little information about it somewhere here.

After searching through the books, finding a lot of things about everything he didn't want to know about, he found a book with a paper taped onto it that said, in hastily written letters, "May be proclaimed as History and not Historical Fiction." which was interesting enough for Muzan and he quickly took out the book.

He sat down on the floor, not really caring about anything, as he opened the book.

On the spine of the book cover, there were the words, "Demon Slayer" on it, along with the name of the author. (Koyoharu Gotouge?!)

There was a little information over the book and how it was supposedly written based off the character 'Tanjiro' who had actually been real but how the editor had said it must've been simply fiction. It said other things about the author as well that Muzan decided to simply ignore.

He opened the first page, noting that it was a chapter book—quite large as well. He flipped through a couple pages, stopping quite suddenly when he saw a picture somewhere. He went back and nearly gasped as the picture was of a man that looked... almost exactly like him. There were words under it saying it was an illustration of... Muzan Kibutsuji.

He turned his gaze to the words and skimmed the page in a panic.

And there he was, Muzan Kibutsuji. It had to be him. His scent was overly powering and bringing in a deep aura that made me shake from deep in my bones. I lunged forward, grabbing his arm as I shouted, "Muzan Kibutsuji!"

Muzan turned around and his piercing red eyes glared at me for half a second. But then he turned fully and I saw he was carrying a child. A little girl. A human girl. "Dear? What's this about?" a woman asked, a hand on Muzan's shoulder as she peeked around him.

Two humans. They were both humans, I just knew it. But he... he was a demon. There was no mistakening the smell he had, was he... He was hiding amongst the humans.

(Ermmmm pretend this is the part of Asakusa when Tanjiro first meets Muzan LMAO- I didn't know how to write it since kny is a manga :'>)

Muzan's eyes lingered on his name for a minute. He was real, no? This was real.

He skipped more pages towards the end and saw his name again. In this part, he appeared to be fighting the Main Character and the people named 'Hashira.' 

Hashira.

Wasn't that what the girl from earlier had said?

Standing suddenly, Muzan held the book tightly to his chest and walked as quickly as he could, his eyes searching for Kokushibo.

When he found him, he said, his voice low and scared, "Koku... I'm a villain."

Kokushibo gave him a perplexed look as Muzan handed him the book. "What? Please don't tell me the people's words have gotten into your head. You're not a villain, you're-"

Muzan didn't necessarily know if he wanted to know the end of the sentence or not and his cheeks flushed as he said hurridly, "Just read some of this."

Kokushibo opened the book at random, still looking confused. He looked down at the page and read a couple words before he looked up at Muzan, his eyes wide. "No, uhm. I'm sure it's just a coincidence it's your name," he said, looking very much concerned.

"It's not!! It's me! There are some pictures in this as well, see?" Muzan said, flipping a couple pages and pointing to a picture of himself transforming into what appeared to be him as a child into an adult. "It's me."

Kokushibo stared at it for a long while, then said, "Oh."

"It's me," he repeated. "Koku... everything anyone had said is true. It's all true. I'm... a monster."

Kokushibo looked up at that, putting the book aside. "Listen, you're not a monster, okay? You're Muzan, the boy who helps everyone even when he shouldn't! You're everything but what they've said. You're not whatever this book is lying about," he insisted, his hands clasped around Muzan's shoulders. 

"But I-" 

"I won't accept any 'but's' when they're not true at all!" Kokushibo interrupted. "Now, clearly the library isn't where we should be. We can go home now, I'll make you some food."

~~~

Muzan's eyes traced Kokushibo's actions as he cooked. He wondered what it would be like for his friend to cook for him as a boyfrie- 

No, no, they could never date. Not when Kokushibo was already getting enough hate as it was. 

Muzan sighed, leaning his head on his arms.

"You alright?" Kokushibo asked, placing a bowl of ramen on the table.

"I'm fine," Muzan mumbled, picking up the spoon he was handed. "Thanks."

Kokushibo nodded and sat across from him. 

They ate in silence for a while, both consumed in their thoughts.

As Muzan ate, he stared at the noodles in his bowl intently. He wondered if anything would be as it used to be again. He really wished it could be. He really hated this. Hated it too much and wanted to badly for it to be over. Not for himself, no that would be selfish of him, rather for his friends. And his family. He knew it wasn't easy for them either, constantly trying to help him when they should just let him die. It wasn't like he'd been a good person anyways. He had been horrible. He'd killed so many people just so he could be immortal? Wow. 

The door opened suddenly, bringing him out of his thoughts. 

Kaigaku strode in followed by Gyutaro, both looking rather beaten up but wearing triumphant smiles on their faces.

Kokushibo and Muzan stood at the same time and rushed over to them, concerned. 

"What happened?" Kokushibo asked as Kaigaku batted his worried hand away.

"Nothing, nothing. We were only teaching some people talking bad about Muzan here a lesson," Kaigaku said, swerving around them and plopping onto Muzan's chair. "Hey, you finishing this? Can I have it? I'm starving."

Muzan nodded slowly, losing his appetite. "You shouldn't be getting into fights deliberately..." he fussed. "Especially for me."

Gyutaro waved him off. "It's fine, they're liars anyways," he said, grinning and stealing Kokushibo's bowl, grabbing a new spoon. 

"Hey, that's mine!!" Kokushibo whined. 

"They're not liars," Muzan mumbled as Kokushibo went to chase Gyutaro.

The other three froze and stared at him. "What?" they asked, almost simutaneously. 

"They're not liars," he repeated. "It's all true, all what they said."

Kaigaku raised an eyebrow. "Is this your attempt to convince us that we shouldn't be friends with you because it'll cause trouble for us?" he asked, his spoon raised half way to his mouth.

Actually, that was what he was trying to do.

Muzan hesitated.

Kaigaku sighed, dropping his spoon and splashing some of the soup onto the table. "Drop that, it's seriously annoying. And you'd have to kill me to make me stop being your friend," he said. 

The word kill reverberated(?..) in Muzan's mind and he flinched. "But that's just it! I killed so many people in my past." 

Gyutaro gave him a look. "They're lying."

"They're not," Muzan whispered. He looked up, his eyes glazing over the worried faces of his friends. They didn't deserve having to deal with im. They deserved better. "You guys can go home... Take the food if you want. I'll see you later," he said, basically dismissing them.

Fuck, if he was going to be that rude he was better off dead anyways. 

Muzan didn't miss the way they looked at each other with worried gazes before nodding and getting ready to leave.

Gyutaro and Kaigaku filed out the door but Kokushibo stayed back. 

"Hey, uhm... Please don't do anything reckless, Muzan. If you need to speak to someone, I'm only one call away. I'll be here if you need me to be," he murmured, hugging Muzan tightly before closing the front door behind him.

And then Muzan was alone, feeling like he could feel the imprint of Kokushibo's arms around him still. He wished Kokushibo hadn't left. But it was better if he had, really.

Making up his mind, Muzan went up to his room and got his notebook and a pencil.

He wrote down quickly, writing a letter to each of his friends and his family. Once he finished, he read them all through, making sure that he hadn't made any mistakes and that he'd listed enough things to show that he did appreciate every little part of them.

He signed them all and folded them up into makeshift envelopes, taping them all shut. 

He went and slumped onto his bed, burying his face into his pillow. He would deliver them tomorrow.

~~~

The next day, as he'd promised himself, he went to his friend's houses, handing them the letter and telling them to read it in a few days time—his birthday, actually. 

They didn't really think much of it, especially since Kokushibo was the only one who knew his birthday and he probably didn't remember anyways. 

Muzan wouldn't have minded that, after all it didn't matter whether or not Kokushibo remembered.

By the time he opened the letter, it would be too late.

~~~

The next few days passed rather quickly and Muzan found himself in a sort of daze as he continued on. He was waiting for the last day, the day he could finally let his friends live in peace.

He found his most battered clothes—deciding his better ones could be given to people who needed them. He didn't need to wear his best clothes if he would just be wasting them by dying in them. 

He went out walking, ignoring all the stares he recieved. He had left a letter on his bed in case anyone bothered to look there. Solely a letter of thanks to his family—he'd already written them letters individually but he'd felt it wasn't enough.

It was early morning when he'd set out and so most people were asleep, although the occasional person was around. But when he finally arrived, the sun was already half way up.

He had to hurry, he didn't want them to read the letters before it was true.

He waded into the water, trembling at the coldness that hit his skin. 

No. He had no right to be cold when he'd made people suffer before. 

He clenched his teeth together and continued into the water, nearly tripping several times before he made it to the point that the water nearly reached his mouth. He held his head up high and bounded forward cautiously.

The water rose to his mouth and he could barely keep it from his nose as he started treading water, keeping himself upright.

He turned back to the town he'd grown up in, bobbing up long enough to murmur, "I'm sorry," before he closed his eyes and mouth, slipping under the water.

The cool water slipped around Muzan and he could feel it soaking into his body. He gave himself a couple seconds to change his mind before he let out a breath and opened his mouth, letting the water flow into his nose as well.

He resisted the urge to go back up, though it pained him to. He'd chosen this specifically because it would be the least messy—his body would just float out into the ocean or sink or something, and probably disintigrate eventually—and because it would still be painful to himself. He deserved more pain but he didn't know how else he'd do it since he wasn't particularily strong. Not now. 

He used to be. And he deserved every form of torture he'd ensued(the fact that i don't rlly know what this word is-) over everyone... and more.

And so, as Muzan felt himself slipping out of consciousness as the water flowed into him, he thought of everyone he ever knew—whether the experiences with them were pleasant or not—and thanked them. He apologized over and over as he slipped away from the world of the living.

~~~

Kokushibo was smiling to himself as he ate his breakfast, excited for today.

"Why are you so happy?" Yoriichi asked skeptically. 

He said nothing and continued eating, wondering how he might ask out Muzan.

He'd been planning for some time now and had decided, finally, to ask him out. Especially since it was Muzan's birthday. 

He felt that he wanted him to have the best day today since every other day had been absolute shit. And besides, he figured Muzan would say yes. He'd noticed him blushing around him so constantly. 

Yoriichi leaned on the table, looking annoyed. "By the way, are you going to open that letter Kibutsuji gave you? I heard he gave them to all of his friends," he commented, nodding to himself. "I overheard him telling you to open it today. Or are you smiling because of the letter?"

Kokushibo hadn't, in fact, opened it yet. He'd actually kinda forgotten about it in all his plans. "Right!" he said, abandoning his breakfast going back to his room.

Yoriichi sighed and watched him run upstairs. "He's in love, isn't he," he said to himself, grumbling.

Kokushibo opened the letter cautiously, noting how the paper looked a bit smudged with ink.

His eyes landed on the first words, smiling to himself as he was met with Muzan's handwriting. Willing himself to read it slowly and not only skim through it, he started down the letter, his smile wavering on his face for a while. But as he reached the middle of the paper, it slowly slipped away forming a frown in it's place. The frown deepened to a look of sheer horror and he dropped the letter as his eyes consumed the last word. 

He turned abruptly and ran back down, ignoring Yoriichi's questioning looks as he harshly pulled on his shoes and ran out the door in a panic.

Yoriichi glared at him. "What now? Has he gone to confess his love to him?" he said, sighing.

He went upstairs and picked up the letter which looked a bit crumpled at the bottom. He skimmed through it then placed it on the table. "Muzan is a fucking idiot," he said, following his brother's tracks downstairs and out the door.

~~~

Kokushibo knocked furiously at Muzan's door and the fact of a devestated woman met his. She was Muzan's mother. 

"Is... Muzan...?" Kokushibo whispered, dread swimming in his stomach.

She looked down. "He's... I think he left home early. He left a note on his bed... And he gave us each one a couple days ago," she mumbled, lifting a paper. It clearly said something different than Kokushibo's but he figured it had some sort of thanks and then apologies and then explanations as he glanced at it. 

His face fell and his arms wrapped around his stomach. "He's dead?" he said, his voice coming out cracked.

Muzan's mother flinched at that but Kokushibo was too preocupied to notice. Muzan was dead.

A hand was placed on his shoulder and he turned, numb inside.

Yoriichi gave the woman an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for you loss, Mrs.Kibutsuji. I'll... take my brother now," he said pulling Kokushibo away.

~~~

Kokushibo found himself in a park sitting next to Yoriichi who was glaring at the ground.

"Yorii?" he said hoarsely. 

Yoriichi glanced at him. "Hm?"

"Why did he die?"

He sighed. "He was worrying too much about you, I guess."

"But why? He had only to worry about himself! He didn't have to worry about me—us—anyone but himself! He was getting the threats. He was getting all of the hate and yet... he did this for us?? He didn't say once in the whole letter that he died because he couldn't handle it for himself anymore! He said it all because he was worried about the lashback on us!! He was worried about us when he should've worried about himself!!" Kokushibo spat, glaring at the ground. 

"Michi, he was a selfless fuck in this time. He used to be... otherwise, but he changed, I suppose." Yoriichi looked at his brother with a look of pity that had nothing to do with Muzan. "But he's gone and you can't change that or the reason for it."

"No!! He can't have died!!" Kokushibo looked up. "I can't let him die!" he decided, standing abruptly.

Yoriichi stood as well and his voice came out more of a command, "Kokushibo. I want you to sit down."

At the nickname—the name Michikatsu had heard most of from Muzan, he felt himself break. He sat down and Yoriichi stood in front of him with a stern look. 

"He's gone and you cannot change that. You can't change the fact that he was who he was. I need you to think about it. Just accept it. I don't care how hard it will be, but you have to accept it. You'll just pain yourself more if you don't." Yoriichi's eyes were narrowed in a glare but when his brother started to cry, his gaze softened. He wrapped his arms around MIchikatsu, feeling that he couldn't bear him to cry over so dead person. 

Michikatsu sobbed into Yoriichi's hug, letting himself pour out. "I was going to tell him I loved him," he said between hiccups. "I was... I was going to..." 

"Shh," Yoriichi murmured, "don't talk until you're ready."

And it was quite a few minutes until he was ready, but when he was, he rubbed at his eyes and looked up at his brother. 

"Today was his birthday," Michikatsu mumbled. "He... on his birthday. I'm sure he did that on purpose."

Yoriichi gave him a sympathetic look. "Perhaps he did. But we will never know. Why don't you... invite your friends over to our house? I'm sure they'll need some help through this as much as you do. Take yourselves through the process together, at least," he suggested.

Michikatsu had never known his brother to give Muzan any sort of proper acknowledgement and at that, he was surprised. But he nodded and stood, pretending not to notice all the people around them staring.

"Alright... Will you help me call them?" 

Yoriichi nodded. "Of course."

~~~

Dear Koku,

Or Michikatsu? Kokushibo? What do I call you? 

I always wanted to call you my lover.

I know it's quite sudden, but I really love you. I have hoped against hope that one day I could tell you. But I couldn't tell you when everybody was hating you for being my friend—and I feared their reaction if you were dating me. If you did like me, of course. 

But there was a reason I said nothing, and I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable knowing I've been crushing on you for a while now though you may not like me in that way at all.

I just found myself so deeply in love with you all the time and you were most likely one of the main reasons I've been able to make it quite so far in my life. 

I always loved how you were. How you act, how you talk, how you walk... everything. You were always just so beautiful to me. I'm sure others see you like this as well. How could they miss such and amazing person? 

I adore you with all my heart and my being and my mind. I want to stay here with you forever but I know that would only bring pain to you for being seen with me. I know you don't want to be targetted for knowing me as much as I don't want you to be hated on because I love you.

Yes... I love you. Too much for my heart to handle sometimes. You make me so happy and I want to live so much longer with you by my side.

But I can't.

I can't live, Koku. I want you, and everyone else, to be content. If me being dead brings happiness to people, then why not give them a time to be happy? 

I know how much you'd blame yourself for this though it was purely my own decision, so I need you to know that everything you've done for me has made me ever the most happiest person alive. I need you to know that you're worth everything, every breath, every smile, every little moment. So please keep living for me. Please don't blame yourself.

Make a life you can live in happiness with me gone now. Make a life you can grow up as someone known as the amazing Koku and not the Person Who Made Friends with Kibutsuji. Please be happy for... for anything you love. 

You're very dear to me, and I love you, Kokushibo. I love you so, so much. 

I promise to think of you till the very end.  

You may not see me anymore, but I promise that I'll be watching you. I'll make sure your life goes as heavenly as possible because you are heaven. You're the greatest person to exist. 

I love you, Michikatsu Tsugikuni.

I love you.

In hopes of your well being and greatest happiness, Muzan Kibutsuji.

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I thought I had not motivation

Ig i lied to myself (my motivation always tends to come when i have to finish my hw the same day!!)

ngl this was both depressing to write and fun

and i hate it but i love it yk? 

#kokuzan #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #sillyness #demon slayer #fluff #angst #uppermoons #demons #trigger warning death #muzan #muzan kibutsuji x kokushibo #reincarnation #muzan kibutsuji #kokushibo #michikatsu #modern au #modern #kokushibo x muzan #gay #gay ships

[mrsnancywheeler]

I would need to know what goes through Conwan's head when he plans his attack on her.

okay okay okay I'm so ready to write this bc we only know what reader thinks is happening

conway has been having an entire dilemma this whole series bc he loves you so much, you've always been his everything besides his family. and all the sudden you're admitting your love, being so beautifully you, and it's thrilling to finally be loved back. but he has a family, a big family who needs him, and he feels so guilty whenever he thinks about how he should prioritize survival for them. but then there's that talk when you say you'd do what it takes to survive, even if it's being dishonest.

and he knows, he knows that you've never planned to die with him or do something dramatic, the only drama has been to perform for him and the sponsors. and he's angry, he hatres being angry with you, but he's livid. he's spent his whole life pining after you, being there for you, and then you play on that to survive. he was there for you when finnick broke your heart, he held you, and comforted you, and now he has to die while you get to be with somebody else and it's not fucking fair.

I imagine after everyone's eaten him and birch make an excuse to get water before you all head to the Cornucopia and conway just lays a plan out, "we should kill them and then fight it out between us after."

Birch looks shocked for less then a second before he chuckles, "You finally caught on to it? Took you long enough." And it pisses Conway off to know everybody knew you were using him except him, that he would've been your sun, your stars, your protector and you only wanted him when it was required, so he's giving a short nod to birch and they've formed a plan

he knows you don't trust him right away and part of him is screaming that he can't do this to you, but the louder part hates that he really would've given up his life for you and you wouldn't have really mourned, it hates you

there's a sick pleasure in kissing you so you fall for it, like you did to him, in you trusting him enough to let him slide the knives away. it's like he's snapped, not in half, 85% of him wants to lose it in you and they percentage wins

15% of him sees the fear in your eyes the longer you travel and wants to let himself die because he loves you so much, you've always been his princess. but you're exactly that a greedy, selfish princess who always wants more, climbing social rings every chance she gets. and then the rage takes over when he's chasing you, yelling for you, pulling you out of the tree, ranting on and on about everything because this is the last chance you'll have to hear it, he's barely even registering your screams and pleading. you of course refuse to go out without a fight, finger nails digging into his hands, kicking, and the finger jamming into one of his eyes. now it's more then just rage, it's adrenaline as he's trying to cover it, but find you. and the next thing he knows he's on the ground, you've hit him with the spear and he wishes he died loving you before you push that spear in and he's really gone.

I think most of readers nightmares are specifically about that because she never imagined her sweet best friend would do that to he, but he never imagined the girl he loved would do that either.

but yeah basically I think conway devolved into all the anger he'd kept down, but I've said it before, conway wouldn't have won. if he'd killed reader he'd been consumed by guilt and regret, try to bring her back in vain and I think Marlowe would've won.

#wanda 💋 #the lakes #the river #anon

[illegal-spiegel]

as a black girl who loves spike, HCS OF SPIKE W A CURLY HAIRED S/O 🗣🗣🗣🗣

YES I CAN 🗣🗣🗣🗣

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

this man has some of the wildest, unruliest hair known to man

despite this though, it doesn't really curl much

eh well, it gets some random waves but that's pretty much it

which honestly, thank god. if this man had curly hair A. he wouldn't know wtf to do with it or how to take care of it and B. he'd just be too fine for us to handle

anyway

when he meets you, he's instantly fascinated by your hair

sure, his hair is green and kinda wild, but he's never had to deal with hair like yours

and by "deal" I mean having it in his face when he hugs you, finding strands of it on the bathroom counter, a bajillion products for it lining said counter, and the list goes on

how the fuck do you manage it all???

sigh, he's a menace to society so ofc when he first meets you, he just touches it without asking 😭✋

you're quick to shut that shit down though. he, ofc, doesn't see the big deal though and offers to let you touch his hair

honestly, it's a fair trade bc with how big his hair is, surely he's gotta be hiding something in there right?

when you start dating, he's very interested in watching your hair routine

he likes the way you all the products smell

eventually asks to help you with your routine one day

you tell him step by step what to do, so he uses the right products...but not the right amounts

your hair ends up way too stiff in some parts and completely frizzy in others

he kinda feels bad until you start laughing and give him a kiss, thanking him for his help

loves loves loves playing with it when you two are just relaxing in the common room or in the bedroom

likes pulling on strands and letting them go, watching them bounce

he likes doing the trick when you get out of the shower where you take a comb or whatever to shape each individual curl. he asks to help with that and actually gets the hang of it (since it's not that hard). it makes the process go a lot faster and he feels good about being helpful

likes buying you different scrunchies and nightcaps to wear at night. he even got you one with guns on it LMAO

if you ever straighten it or do smth else to it, he literally will collapse PFFT

is so shocked bc wtf did you do???? is it gone forever???? he loved it sm tho

after reassuring him it's temporary, he physically becomes relieved

"Good."

if he ever finds out you were insecure about it, his heart will shatter

like dude there's no way???

it's gorgeous! shut the fuck up. you're on crack. he's obsessed with it

no, you can't cut it without his permission /hj

all in all he loves your hair and would kill someone before letting you ever think he doesn't like it

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[meshlasolus]

House Of Memories (3/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: angst, death of mentioned character, overthinking (not sure if it's a warning but maybe a trigger??)

Summary: Following the death of his Master, Obi-Wan tries to pick up the pieces of his future plans. His life will never be the same, only because of a boy named Anakin Skywalker.

A/n: Okay so we're getting another episode tomorrow. I'm going to do my best to keep up with posting until the rest of the series is out.... There have been rumors about another season.... I pray to God that there is bc it's easily the best show on disney+ already there's no denying it. I'm a hardcore mando girl, but... come on

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A thick solemness hung over the temple when the transmission came in. At the expense of his life, Qui Gon Jinn fought to destroy the Sith Lord named Maul. Obi-Wan Kenobi avenged his master's death by killing him, but it didn't bring back his mentor whom he'd grown so close to.

It gave him a fresher outlook on life, on his own and the people around him. The jedi must have thought of themselves as expendable to a certain point, otherwise the order would not exist. Their very goal in everything they did was to put others above themselves and their colleagues, no matter the relationship or the time spent together. The mission comes first, and the people of the republic are to be protected.

Flying back to Coruscant gave him time to reflect before he had to face the council. He made his Master a promise on his deathbed that was first and foremost important... even though it was going to change the plans that had already been set in front of him for the years to come. It had been a year since Master Yoda told Obi-Wan that he would train the youngling he brought back as his padawan, but now he knew he may not be able to. He was to train Anakin Skywalker, the boy who very well may be the chosen one among the Jedi, said to bring balance to the force and fulfill the ancient prophecy.

Anakin was a bright boy for sure, but training him would present Obi-Wan with a newfound set of problems he couldn't even comprehend right now. He knew that you would be assigned to someone else, and that they wouldn't be able to connect with you the way he could. As was aforementioned, Obi-Wan was not particularly a favorite among all children, especially not the younglings in the temple, you being the only exception. He wondered if he might fail Anakin as a teacher, not knowing enough about him to pass on his knowledge in a way that could be useful later on. He didn't know much about the boy at all, other than the fact he had the highest midichlorian count of anyone recorded in history. He was a good pilot, and a spry little thing.

Once the ship had landed, there was little time for him to decide what he was going to say to the council, before he was taken directly to them and asked a series of questions, most of them a little bit unfeeling, given that he is still grieving the loss of his master, whom he'd known since being a youngling. He was glad when it was over, and everyone left the large room, filing out one at a time.

"Reassignment of your designated padawan, this means," Yoda floated by him on a hoverseat, hoping to catch him as he was leaving.

"I understand, Master, but I have decided. This is what Qui Gon wanted," he paused, and Yoda caught the slight discrepancy in his wavering tone.

"Not what you want, this decision is, hmm?"

Obi-Wan was scared to question his meaning, because after all the thinking he'd done, no, this is not what he wanted. He was being compelled by the force and the dying words of his Master to do what was asked of him, but it made him afraid. He had everything planned out until now, and one day has changed the trajectory of his entire life.

"I sense in you great fear. Ruin your future, it could," Yoda moved his hoverseat to the side upon seeing the younglings passing through the hallway, the Masters that lead them bowed in reverence, not only to Yoda today, but for Obi-Wan.

"I only want to carry out my master's wishes. His life shall not be lost in vain."

Yoda sighed, his words clearly went in one ear and out the other. The only person he ever seemed to truly listen to was Qui Gon, and as of today, he was lost to the cosmic force. He pondered for a moment before he was interrupted by a high pitched, shrill voice.

"Obi!" You saw him as you were walking at the end of the line of the other padawans, and he looked sad. That's not right. He shouldn't be sad when he makes everyone else so happy.

You ran out of line, nearly getting held back by the arms of the Master who walked behind you. You crashed into him, wrapping both arms around his legs, as it was the only place you could reach. You were late to your growth spurt... again. You supposed being small wasn't a horrible thing, because it allowed you to still be picked up and carried places, though usually you had to fake being tired for that.

"Hello, little one," Obi-Wan scooped you up, holding you to his eyeline to where he could see your excited smile. "Did you have a good time training today?"

He only asked because he knew you got to go to the city today, as a field trip of sorts. It was part of the fun for the younglings.

"No, it was awful," you said nonchalantly. he was almost flabbergasted, and Yoda snickered under his breath before floating away, seeing as the young Kenobi was now quite busy.

"What do you mean awful? Didn't you have a nice time in the city?" He waved off the Master who seemed to be waiting for your presence. They knew he would probably bring you to the children's quarters before curfew. He often took you to the library for some late-night reading upon your request before heading off to bed.

"I got pushed to the back of the tram, I was too small to see anything," you expressed, playing with his braid like you often did. He wasn't sure what you would think when he cut it off after the trials. Hopefully you wouldn't be too upset.

"I'm sorry about that, little one... perhaps we can go read some before I have to take you back?" he suggested, watching as your features lit up and you nodded rapidly.

-

He wasn't sure how to break the news to you. He had completed his trials with flying colors, and he was sure to hold records for some time after. You had been told in the past that Obi-Wan was to be your master. Now he would be taking on Anakin, and you would be assigned to someone who could quote on quote 'control your behaviors' in training. He didn't like that. He knew that whoever your Master was would overlook the best qualities and only focus on the faults. Most jedi in the temple had heard of you by now, and not very good things. It was you that kept him conflicted over the decision the most, still, he went through with it.

He was brought before the council, ready to receive Anakin as his padawan, and all the council members were there.

"It is with great pride that we grant you the rank of a Jedi knight, and give you your first assignment as such," Windu announced, beckoning to the guard on the other side of the room to let the doors be opened.

In came Anakin, freshly presented in his new training robes, adorning a new haircut than what he had before, including his own training braid, to mark his future progress. He had a smile on his face as he stood before the council again.

"Where's the other one?" Windu prodded to the man at the door.

"The other one?" Obi-Wan snapped his head around to meet the council once more, but then turned it back when you trotted in, cowering into yourself for your fear of the council. It wasn't necessarily even fear, but anxiety that they brought upon you. Every move you made under their scrutiny felt wrong.

"After much deliberation, we have found that it would be in the best interest of both padawans to be placed under your watchful eye. This is purely experimental, and if we see you struggling to uphold both of their training, we will revoke one of them to be reassigned immediately."

Obi-Wan didn't even care the stress he was about to take on. He was happy enough that he could keep both his promise to Qui Gon, as well as continue on with his original plans in the order.

"I will do everything in my power to bring the order pride by them."

A good response, one the council was pleased by. They sent the three of you off, ready to find your new living quarters.

Standing at the age of seven and a half, you felt so grown up having moved into your own room, away from the other younglings in the temple.

You were ready to begin your evolution from a youngling to a Jedi, and this was only the beginning. Obi-Wan was a good mentor and was convinced he would train both you and Anakin into great heroes of the republic one day.

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[cremeriie]

i do not have any more funny osvald art to post right now (or any, like, serious art either.) BUT i have been rotating him and the other 8pathies in my mind for a month now and i must ramble about him + them or i will explode!!!!

so anyways, here are some various osvald being a Dad™ to the travelers headcanons, bc i have. many. (under the cut for your convenience.)

osvald isn't very a "touchy-feely" guy. but, on a particularily anxious day for the group, when agnea asks him so sweetly if she can braid his hair, he can't say anything but yes. how could he deny her, when the earnest joy that lit up her face reminded him so much of his daughter? when evening came and the travelers returned to the inn, it took everyone much internal strength to not mention the flowers woven thoughout his, surprisingly luscious, locks. they knew if they said anything he would pluck them out, and it was rare to see him indulge in something so openly beautiful.

in a similar vein, every one of the travelers has slept on his shoulder at least once, much to temenos' chagrin, who would kill deal with anyone that dared mention the time he drooled all over the only decent coat osvald owned. not like osvald cared, anyways. his clothes were simply a means to an end. temenos felt bad regardless and made sure to scrub extra dutifully when it was his turn to do the laundering.

ochette takes this a step further and jumps into his lap whenever she can. she always wants to hear about the books he's reading, the theories he's thinking up, or just about his day. castti finds them asleep like this, once, with osvald's arms wrapped protectively around ochette and her cheek smushed against his chest. the sight makes her smile warmly, but she cant help but feel sad at how he never looks at peace, even when at rest.

throné is prone to indulging in self-destructive habits. most of the time this manifests as reckless pick-pocketing but sometimes, on worse nights, she takes to the tavern. osvald finds her one night, already three deep, and sits beside her. he leans close and speaks quietly, but intently. the tavern keeper couldn't hear their conversation, but he was glad to see the two order only coffees for the rest of his shift, and the girl with a much more content expression.

hikari, fresh on the run from his kingdom, secretly confides to osvald during a night watch shift together that he doesn't truly believe he is worthy to be king. that anybody else could, should, do it, but not him. osvald is quiet for a moment. he suddenly begins to explain the basics of fire magic. how it's an element that anybody can tap into, but only few who are gifted with its blessing can fully master. since anybody can do it, there should be no need for these masters, and yet, who else do the people trust to warm their homes and light their streets? hikari takes in the information before letting out a small grateful smile. he thanks osvald for the lesson and they lapse into comfortable silence.

one eventful day, in the ever opulent merry hills, partitio and osvald found themselves trouncing (well, parti trounced, osvald stalked) through the town, stopping at any stall they crossed to try and find some rare herb castti had heard of. finally, after an hour of searching, partitio laid eyes on a single bundle of greens for sale, and at the very last stall too. he put on his winningest smile and approached the vendor. osvald watched, disinterested, from a distance. crowds were bothersome, and he was thinking how much he'd like to be back at the inn when he heard a sudden offended spluttering coming from the stall. it seemed like the vendor had offered her, frankly offensive, price and refused to budge on it. osvald was sure partitio could have handled it himself, but the thought of a haggle session exhausted him and he decided to end things before they started, by taking a long stride behind his fellow traveler and looming over them both. all he had to do was raise an eyebrow, before the vendor crumbled and offered the herbs for half off.

#*ochette to osvald* u are my daaad ur my dad! boogie woogie woogie #octopath traveler 2 #octopath traveler #osvald v. vanstein #octopath traveler 2 spoilers #i mean i thiiink it's pretty spoiler free aside from like #hikari chapter one #but jic #maddy talks #not art

[fatuismooches]

I'm coping so hard with the fact I'll probably have to wait ~2 years to see Pantalone bc he literally has no reason to leave Snezhnaya🙂💧

At the very least I hope to see Sandrone in Fontaine please, please, please

I heard theory that Arlie will betray the Tsaritsa (bc Childe said he'd do that and Scara called her "wolf in the sheep's clothing", plus in trailer she's surrounded by harbingers figures, but not a part of them). Maaaybe GI will finally add more morally gray characters in character rooster and Arlie will follow us (and become playable as a result) only bc of her own benefit (kinda like Yae Miko). One thing I want is - please, don't change her appearance, especially her clothes, she's perfect the way she is. Don't add her skirt or shorts with kneesocks, leave her her cool tuxedo😔

Another theory I heard is that her arms are black not bc she's wearing gloves, but it's a damage from using delusion. Which... Gives me a small angsty idea. As we saw in Inazuma archon quest, delusion drains vitality out of their user, as for Crepus - he was in such great pain from using it that Diluc had to kill him. So, imagine Reader being concerned for Arlie bc she's in pain after using her delusion, but she brushes it off, after all she's a high-ranked harbinger, maybe she'll even try to hide her pain from Reader as much as possible to not seem weak in their eyes

-can I be 🥀 anon if it's not taken yet?

LITERALLY SAMEEEEE 🥀 ANON IT'S LITERALLY NOT FAIR AT ALLL 😭 Pantalone really is chilling in Snezhnaya, controlling the economy and money flow ig 😭🚶‍♀️ I also can't think of a reason why he would leave, other than perhaps a Liyue mission, because Yelan does say he has his eye on Liyue. I do have a lot of faith that Sandrone will appear in Fontaine, so I'm very excited for her at least!

Yup yup I've heard that theory too! I think it's super cool, and I can really see it happening. But it also makes me wonder how she'll survive if she betrays the Fatui. The Fatui probably doesn't take traitors lightly so she might have a lot of people after her if she does betray them. Girl's gonna be on the run I guess. And now who's gonna run the orphanage? The Fatui are losing their top members hella quickly, makes me wonder how the fight against Celestia is gonna play out. And i completely agree, she needs to keep her tuxedo!! But if she does betray the Fatui, it'll probably end up getting changed a bit, just to cut off association with them.

I've been wondering for a while why her arms are black even though she's not wearing gloves, and that's actually a really interesting theory. I can see her as a person willing to do anything for her goals... even if that means she gets injured herself (though she's always ready to use someone else to take the fall for her.)

You did not need to be a fighter to know the dangers of using a Delusion. It could grant you unspeakable power, but also have drawbacks better left to the imagination. Sure, the Harbingers were capable of controlling it. But sometimes things don't always go as planned.

She was strong, extremely strong, you believed that more than anyone. But you couldn't help but worry, especially when she nearly burst into your shared room, making you jump from the unexpectedly loud entrance. It seemed that she didn't expect you to be here right now, not at this time. You were usually elsewhere in the mansion. And she was usually not home at this time. And you immediately knew why.

"You're hurt," you quickly stood up. Something almost unnoticeable flickered in her eyes as she rebutted your statement.

"It is nothing. I am fine," she replied calmly, brushing off your words. You furrowed your eyebrows at her dismissal.

"Arlie, please consider taking a break from that... thing. It simply isn't good for-"

"[Name]. You know what my mission is. What I have to fulfill." Her voice came off sterner than she intended it to be and she realized as she noticed your quietness.

"There is no bleeding," she stated, returning to a softer tone. "I truly am fine. You need not worry. I just came to pick something up for business." You didn't want to sigh in front of her. Though her face had no trace of pain, you knew she was lying. She was hiding it from you.

You knew better than to push the subject. So right now, the only thing you could do was let it go, as you walked up to your lover and slowly wrapped your hands around her from behind. Arlecchino was still stiff from the tension in the conversation.

"Just... be careful out there." Arlecchino didn't respond, but she brought her hands up to cup your arms. Nothing else was to be said as the two of you stood there, relishing each other's company.

But your heart still hurt when you saw the medical supplies and pills you left for her were used.

#smooches talks #🥀 anon #arlecchino love notes <3 #man yall are quick with the arlecchino angst 😭 #but big brain 🥀 anon omg hurting my heart in the good way

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I'm sorry but your posts questioning Mary's actions are so REAL bc what the actual fuck..that woman had the opportunity to have ARTHUR MORGAN!!! and threw it away like it was nothing and then people go on to ship them together and defend their relationship and I'm just like girl what are you even defending?!? her constantly calling on Arthur to do some chores for her and after he's done she just sends him on his merry way???! I'm sorry but that's not healthy at all and even if Arthur is a "bad" man who kills and robs he doesn't deserve to be played like that, hell all the camp women try to convince him not to go visit her but he just can't stop himself (I just need one night with him he'll forget what is a mary and what is a linton)

There's people who legit ship them?!?😭 What even???? That woman didn't deserve an inch of him and don't start with the "back in the day-" girl, if you legit cared about that man and wanted him, you'd try and do everything to be with him.

She literally told him to change his ways with that disappointing look like girl ik you agree with your lame ass dad, leave Arthur alone. Even if she genuinely loved and cared for him all those years ago, feelings can change and turn into manipulation.

She literally only reached out to him to use him for help. And I understand the first time, it was her little brother who had a good relationship with Arthur but her dad!??!?! Fuck that. I declined and don't regret it one bit, I'll do it the second and third time as well.

You knew that he was an abandoned kid who had nothing and got raised by a literal gang. What made her think that he'd be a lawman? Or ditch the only family he had ever known and change one of his greatest qualities which was loyalty to be in a suit and play 'lord'? As if they wouldn't hate him still and treat him like shit for the life he previously had.

The goodbye letter pissed me off so much. What was the reason? If you loved him, why torture him like that knowing that he still cared about you even though you hurt him. She literally made him feel unworthy of love. Sending back the ring? Something that he gave you with so much love? For what? And I don't remember which girl was it, either Karen or Mary-Beth, who said that 'that girl doesn't deserve you' damn right she doesn't. She never did.

No one says that she had to settle for an outlaw, but tormenting and manipulating a man who gave you his heart and more is messed up. Especially Arthur who was so kind and caring despite his upbringing. You were hopeless for your brother? Okay, ask for help and MOVE ON. Leave that man alone. Nah, fuck that girl.

If you wanna know what real love and loyalty is, take a look at Abigail.

#i can't believe there's people who ship them what 😭 #ask #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan