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leoniestarlee · 3 months

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Illyrian Assassin (13)

Pairing: Azriel x OC

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: past trauma, slow burn

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“Amren’s right,” Rhys drawled, leaning against the threshold of the townhouse sitting room. “You are like dogs, waiting for me to come home. Maybe I should buy treats.”

“You want me to start barking too?” I sarcastically asked.

“You already yap like a dog,” Rhys shot back, and I glared at him.

“And you follow me around like a dog.”

Azriel lingered by the window, comfortably ensconced in shadows, with amusement on his face as he watched me and Rhys. A light flurry of snow dusting the lawn and street behind him. And Amren ... Nowhere to be seen.

Cassian gave him a vulgar gesture from where he lounged on the couch before the hearth, an arm slung over the back behind Mor and me. Though everything about his powerful, muscled body suggested someone at ease, there was a tightness in his jaw, a coiled-up energy that told Rhys and Feyre that we’d been waiting here for a while.

Feyre strode for the armchair across from the couch and she stretched her limbs toward the fire.

"How'd it go?" Mor said, straightening beside Cassian.

"The Bone Carver," Rhys said, "is a busybody gossip who likes to pry into other people's business far too much."

"But?" Cassian demanded, bracing his arms on his knees, wings tucked in tight.

"But," Rhys said, "he can also be helpful, when he chooses. And it seems we need to start doing what we do best."

Rhys told us of the Cauldron, and the reason behind the temple pillaging’s, to no shortage of swearing and questions. Azriel emerged from his wreathing shadows to ask the most questions; his face and voice remained unreadable. Me and Cassian, surprisingly, kept quiet—as if the general understood that the shadowsinger would know what information was necessary, and was busy assessing it for his own forces.

When Rhys was done, his spymaster said, "I'll contact my sources in the Summer Court about where the half of the Book of Breathings is hidden. I can fly into the human world myself to figure out where they're keeping their part of the Book before we ask them for it."

"No need," Rhys said. "And I don't trust this information, even with your sources, with anyone outside of this room. Save for Amren."

"They can be trusted," Azriel said with quiet steel, his scarred hands clenching at his leather-clad sides.

"We're not taking risks where this is concerned," Rhys merely said. He held Azriel's stare, the silent words Rhys added, It is no judgment or reflection on you, Az. Not at all.

But Azriel yielded no tinge of emotion as he nodded, his hands unfurling.

"So what do you have planned?" I cut in—perhaps for Azriel’s sake.

Rhys picked an invisible piece of dirt off his fighting leathers. When he lifted his head, those violet eyes were glacial. "The King of Hybern sacked one of our temples to get a missing piece of the Cauldron. As far as I'm concerned, it's an act of war—an indication that His Majesty has no interest in wooing me."

"He likely remembers our allegiance to the humans in the War, anyway," Cassian said. "He wouldn't jeopardize revealing his plans while trying to sway you, and I bet some of Amarantha's cronies reported to him about Under the Mountain. About how it all ended, I mean." Cassian's throat bobbed.

Rhys said, "Indeed. But this means Hybern's forces have already successfully infiltrated our lands—without detection. I plan to return the favor."

Cassian, Mor, and I just grinned with feral delight. "How?" I asked.

Rhys crossed his arms. "It will require careful planning. But if the Cauldron is in Hybern, then to Hybern we must go. Either to take it back ... or use the Book to nullify it."

"Hybern likely has as many wards and shields around it as we have here," Azriel countered. "We'd need to find a way to get through them undetected first."

A slight nod. "Which is why we start now. While we hunt for the Book. So when we get both halves, we can move swiftly—before word can spread that we even possess it."

Cassian nodded, but asked, "How are you going to retrieve the Book, then?"

Rhys said, "Since these objects are spelled to the individual High Lords, and can only be found by them—through their power ... Then, in addition to her uses regarding the handling of the Book of Breathings itself, it seems we possibly have our own detector."

Now we all looked at Feyre.

Feyre cringed. "Perhaps was what the Bone Carver said in regard to me being able to track things. You don't know ... " Her words faded as Rhys smirked.

"You have a kernel of all our power—like having seven thumbprints. If we've hidden something, if we've made or protected it with our power, no matter where it has been concealed, you will be able to track it through that very magic."

"You can't know that for sure," Feyre tried again.

"No—but there is a way to test it." Rhys was still smiling.

"Here we go," Cassian grumbled.

"Don't even think about it." I gave Azriel a warning glare, knowing he would volunteer. The spymaster just gave me an incredulous look in return.

"With your abilities, Feyre, you might be able to find the half of the Book at the Summer Court—and break the wards around it. But I'm not going to take the carver's word for it, or bring you there without testing you first. To make sure that when it counts, when we need to get that book, you—we do not fail. So we're going on another little trip. To see if you can find a valuable object of mine that I've been missing for a considerably long time," Rhysand said.

"Shit," Mor said, plunging her hands into the thick folds of her sweater.

"Where?" Feyre managed to say.

It was Azriel who answered. "To the Weaver."

Rhys held up a hand as I opened my mouth to object. "The test," he said, "will be to see if Feyre can identify the object of mine in the Weaver's trove. When we get to the Summer Court, Tarquin might have spelled his half of the Book to look different, feel different."

"By the Cauldron, Rhys," Mor snapped, setting both feet on the carpet. "Are you out of your—"

"Who is the Weaver?" Feyre pushed.

"An ancient, wicked creature," Azriel said. "Who should remain unbothered," he added in Rhys's direction. "Find another way to test her abilities."

"The Bone Carver, the Weaver ... Can't you ever just call someone by a given name?" Feyre mumbled.

Cassian chuckled, and Mor settled back in the sofa cushions.

Rhys said to Feyre, "What about adding one more name to that list?"

"You're going to scare her off with all this information," I said as I rested my head on Cassian's shoulder.

"Emissary," Rhysand said, ignoring me. "Emissary to the Night Court—for the human realm."

Azriel said, "There hasn't been one for five hundred years, Rhys."

"There also hasn't been a human-turned-immortal since then, either." Rhys met Feyre's gaze. "The human world must be as prepared as we are—especially if the King of Hybern plans to shatter the wall and unleash his forces upon them. We need the other half of the Book from those mortal queens—and if we can't use magic to influence them, then they're going to have to bring it to us."

More silence. On the street beyond the bay of windows, wisps of snow brushed past, dusting the cobblestones.

Rhys jerked his chin at Feyre. "You are an immortal faerie—with a human heart. Even as such, you might very well set foot on the continent and be ... hunted for it. So we set up a base in neutral territory. In a place where humans trust us—trust you, Feyre. And where other humans might risk going to meet with you. To hear the voice of Prythian after five centuries."

"My family's estate," Feyre said.

"Mother's tits, Rhys," Cassian cut in, wings flaring wide enough to nearly knock over the ceramic vase on the side table next to him and knocking me onto the hard floor as my bones groaned. "You think we can just take over her family's house, demand that of them?"

Azriel helped me up as I punched Cassian in the arm. "Dickhead."

"The land," Mor said, reaching over to return the vase to its place as I stood near the window by Azriel, "will run red with blood, Cassian, regardless of what we do with her family. It is now a matter of where that blood will flow—and how much will spill. How much human blood we can save."

Feyre said, "The Spring Court borders the wall—"

"The wall stretches across the sea. We'll fly in offshore," Rhys said without so much as a blink. "I won't risk discovery from any court, though word might spread quickly enough once we're there. I know it won't be easy, Feyre, but if there's any way you could convince those queens—"

"I'll do it,” she said. "They might not be happy about it, but I'll make Elain and Nesta do it."

"Then it's settled," Rhys said. None of us looked particularly happy. "Once Feyre darling returns from the Weaver, we'll bring Hybern to its knees."

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myriadium · 7 months

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Hello!! I really like your AU and character design, but I would still like to know about the relationship between the Bakugan and their partners (about the very first six). I would like to know more about everyone) sorry for my bad english 👉👈

YES I LOVE TALKING ABOUT INTERPERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS, in my opinion it's more interesting than the strategy of the actual game (although I do have some ideas on that).

So I actually like how Dan and Drago's relationship progressed in the show, at least in the beginning. Unfortunately I think in later seasons Dan's brain rot finally got to Drago and they don't really have anymore conflicts between them. People definitely change, and are influenced by each other, but the show really favored Dan’s influence over Drago, until they both basically share a brain cell. Part of this is why I want to give Dan a new Bakugan in later seasons to freshen things up. When the two of them are introduced to each other, Drago was extremely uptight and dismissive of Dan, thinking him as a lesser species and is frustrated to be confined in such a small form and needing to return to Vestroia NOW. Basically like the show. On Dan’s part, he honestly doesn’t believe Drago at first, thinking this must be some event to kickstart the launch of Bakugan or something (“this is just a game, it cannot be that serious”) until he meets up with Marucho to talk about it and sees the Doom Dimension. At that point he’s basically with the plan one hundred percent! The only issue is Dan has really grown into the rebellious teen phase, but in a way that shows that he stands true to his ideals. I’d like to think that Drago is a big picture kind of guy, at least in the beginning; he thinks the ends justifies the means. This translates to Drago refusing to fight certain opponents if he decides that they won’t help him achieve his goal of fixing Vestroia. But Dan stays steadfast in his beliefs and they clash over the best way of saving their universes.

Runo didn’t start off as an avid player, only joining in once she heard that her dimension is about to be torn asunder by negative energy. Because of this, her relationship with Tigrerra starts off like coworkers lmao. Tigrerra teaches Runo the basics and Runo’s tactician brain goes haywire and she easily impresses Tigrerra with her strategy. Obviously they grow much closer over the span of the story as Runo gets used to talking to a mechanical ball and Tigrerra gets used to being one. Out of all of the Bakugan, I like that Tigrerra would be the most knowledgeable on the workings of Vestroia, mostly so that I can do exposition dumps without it sounding too weird. Any conflict that happens between them would probably be Tigrerra frustrated that Runo doesn’t seem to really put a lot of time or effort into saving their dimensions; while Drago and Dan both work around the clock on finding a way to stop the Silent Core, Runo still goes to class and to work and seems to treat this “saving the world” business like a side gig. Of course they work it out in the end, since Runo is fiercely collaborative in everything she does, she probably has connections to underground Bakugan rings or some shit, and Tigrerra and her scout it out to see if there are any sus shit at play. So while Marucho has the legal means of acquiring information, Runo and Tigrerra have extensive connections through the people (the two of them are a very menacing presence in the Underground scene, even if they both think they’re being super subtle). Through all this spywork, the two of them grow to be a very efficient team.

Preyas is definitely Marucho’s friend and therapy dog or something. At first, Marucho thought that Preyas was probably some fun feature his extremely scary and adaptive program came up with, so he sort of talked to Preyas because he’s lonely and bored all the time. In my AU Preyas stays a lighthearted goofball, but let’s not forget his original name was called Predator, so he can also be manipulative and works very selfishly. In fact, I’d say that Preyas and Drago, at first, agree on pretty ruthless plans to prevent the destruction of their world (Drago believes himself to be pragmatic, while Preyas just really wants to go back home). Marucho, who is very selfless and sensitive to other people’s attitudes, gives Preyas rants about doing things for the greater good or whatever, while Preyas laughs him off. He plays along though, because he knows that being on the programmer’s good side is a surefire way for him to get back home. However, as time goes on, Preyas starts to see how nice it is to do nice things, and that actions that benefit other people can also benefit him, and that doing good things for other people can help him too. After his brief stint as Klaus von Hertz’s plaything, Preyas realizes the error of his ways and starts to treat Marucho as a role model. At the same time, Marucho sees Preyas as a good friend who always lent an ear to his troubles. He was aware that Preyas could be self-serving, but my boy is so much of an empath that he’s willing to continue to be kind to Preyas in the hopes that he learns to do things for the greater good.

I liked Julie’s and Gorem's relationship back in the first season. The golem in Jewish lore has always been a strong, oft gentle protective force in their community (definitely check out Jacob Geller’s video essay on the Golem, it’s a very interesting compilation of Golem interpretations). In the beginning, before getting Gorem, Julie is feeling pretty lost in life; constantly comparing herself to her girlboss older sister, she and Billy are in a bit of a rocky part of their relationship due to it going long distance, she’s currently stuck on what her next steps should be. Gorem really grounds her (heh) and he lends an ear to her insecurities/problems. Like her therapist or something, except Gorem doesn’t know what college is. And the other way around, Gorem is now stuck in a new world and he has this childlike appreciation of the world. He wakes up to watch the sunrise, he loves the little birds that flutter around the city (in his ball form they’re humongous). Gorem is very easy to get along with; he prefers to listen rather than talk but when he does it’s very insightful. I think the two of them would have a harmonious relationship, I definitely see Gorem being the most mentally stable out of everyone in the group. However, while he’s very slow to anger, when he does it’s definitely scary. Julie isn’t an avid battler in the beginning, mostly because she was trying to learn three languages at once, but once the world’s at stake she definitely becomes a very fearsome battler. Oh, it’s also important to point out that Gorem is kind of the perfect Bakugan in-game; high atk, high def, absolutely broken moveset, etc. Julie isn’t half bad at strategy either, but after picking up journalism, she got too busy to brawl. And I guess Gorem passes those days with her and Billy in their cute little cottagecore house or whatever.

ALRIGHT SO SHUN AND SKYRESS, my favorite duo. Much like Julie, Shun is working through some intense shit before meeting Skyress. As the last thing his mother gave him, Skyress basically acts as Shun’s parental figure. She and Gorem would be the group’s wisest members. Shun has recently lost someone he was very very close to, and now he’s grappling with the grief of it all. I think at first Shun might be unhealthily reliant on Skyress. He looks to her for guidance and comfort, which she provides up until she finds out that her dimension is going kablam. That’s when she pushes him out of his comfort zone. He cares a lot for her and part of his character development is to learn to move on (truly hurts my heart but I think Skyress would be the first Bakugan to leave her Brawler, I think it would be good for him). I like to think that Skyress was actually his mom’s Bakugan while Shun has a different cool one like Monorus or something. Of course, Shun doesn’t wanna lose Skyress to the Doom Dimension so he actually holds off on battling for a bit, until Skyress calls him out on being a wuss and that he’s wasting his life away in his grief. In battle, obviously the two of them have great synergy and rise to number two on the leaderboards. I really liked Shun’s endless sunset trial, and I think it’ll be fun to have him slowly move on from his mother’s death, only to be confronted with her at the very end as a test of character. When offered the chance to be with his mom, who he didn’t have enough time with, he chooses to leave the past behind him, and to look towards the sunrise. God I’m so corny I love Shun so much.

Hydranoid with Masq is a very professional relationship. Masq has a single minded goal of destroying Earth, and Hydranoid kind of plays along with him. I’d like to say that Naga’s Silent Core affected him too, making him a more obedient thing to be puppetted with. Hydranoid is the youngest (however you measure Bakugan years) of the main six’s bakugan so I imagine his true self to be quite insecure and unsure of himself (a little like Alice). Sometimes in fights Masq would hurt Hydranoid so that he becomes stronger, and for a brief flash the true Hydranoid returns, scared and confused. When both Alice and Hydra are freed from the Silent Core, they both agree to give this brawling thing another go, of course after a therapy session or three. After the pain they inflicted on so many Bakugan/people, both of them are afraid of their own power, but they work hand in hand to manage it and shape it into something less destructive. Alice and Hydranoid's relationship is one between two siblings that had to endure a tough childhood together. They understand and empathize with each other deeply, and their bond is unbreakable. They support each other but are also able to let the other know when they disagree. Their relationship would be the strongest of all the six.

Whew that was a long essay. Anyway here are some random relationship facts between everyone:

Skyress and Gorem are the mom and dad of the group

Tigrerra has that monotone way of talking where you're not sure if she's being sarcastic, she's angry at you, or if she's maybe a robot

Drago's first meeting with Dan was in the middle of a battle, like in the show

gorem's Vestroian energy affected the wood carved toy Billy made for Julie, which is how Gorem's ball form manifested

I know i shit talk humanoid designs but I quite like Preyas'. But I will make him run on four legs to really show how feral he is.

Drago was a bit of a wild card in the beginning, opting for manipulation tactics to weed out traitors and cull the weak.

Tigrerra's first impression of Preyas was that he was working for naga and tries to kill him on sight

Alice is lowkey scared of Tigrerra

Once in a battle, Preyas tried to see if he could eat a Brawler. In Marucho's game boundaries he couldn't, but he suspects that if a person wandered into Vestroia they could be eaten.

Skyress and Tigrerra go on covert spying missions whenever Runo's busy

Drago spars with Skyress for fun. The two of them also do flying races

Hydranoid is highly unnerved by Preyas

This took forever to type. Good night.

#bakugan #bakugan worldbuilding

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furmomz · 1 year

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task 141 + los vaqueos x germen reader pt2

A/N: this is pt2 of the germen reader i still have no title name for it so if anyone has any idea pleae let me know what i should call this series

continuation: "Wir haben ein neues Ziel, eine Frau namens Valeria" (we have a new target a woman named Valeria) the room was silent for a minute then a teammate know as grim one of ur closest friend also one of the best technician on the base spoke up "Oh, was ist so besonders an ihr?" (oh whats so special about her?) "Valeria Garza, auch bekannt als „El Sin Nombre“ (Die Namenlose). Sie ist eine ehemalige Offizierin der mexikanischen Spezialeinheiten." the captain interrupted (Valeria Garza, also known as "El Sin Nombre" (The Nameless). She is a former officer in the Mexican Special Forces.) prism our medic who has saved our asses more than once was in shock "Mexikaner? Was zum Teufel macht sie in Deutschland?" (Mexican? what the fuck is she doing in germany?)....the captain replied with "Sie wurde vor einer Weile verhaftet, konnte jedoch entkommen und uns wurde gesagt, dass sie hierher kam, um etwas Großes zu planen"(she was arrested a while ago however she escaped and we were told she came here planning something big) he then said "wir wissen nicht, was sie plant, aber wir wissen, dass sie neben den grauen Kobras arbeitet" (we do not know what she is planning but we do know is that she is working alongside the graue Kobras) the room was yet again silent the graue Kobras were an organization that we are trying to stop for years now but had no luck and went off the radar from the last mission which went downhill they got a tip from someone that we were going to ambush their base and left the compound before we could even get in all that remained was a trap it was a bomb on one of the doors that Cruz a teammate that was known for his ability to hack into a device in seconds was supposed to breach once he had opened the door and set the bomb it exploded and there was nothing left

of him but his dog tags that u still carry it with u.u cant help but feel that it was ur fault u were their lieutenant u could have stoped him.... U were brought back into reality by my captains rough voice "Sie führt das Kartell rund um den Globus und regiert Las Almas, Mexiko, mit eiserner Faust, während sie auch anderen Kriminellen und Terroristen bei ihren Anfragen hilft wie Hassan Zyani. Sie ist auch der Erzfeind von Alejandro Vargas." Valeria Garza, also known as El Sin" (She leads the cartel around the world and rules Las Almas, Mexico with an iron fist while also helping other criminals and terrorists with their requests like Hassan Zyani. She is also the nemesis of Alejandro Vargas." Valeria Garza, also known as El Sin) prism grunted and spoke up "Warte, warum fangen wir sie, wenn sie eine mexikanische Kriminelle ist?" (wait so why are we catching her if she is a mexican criminal?) the captain then proceeded to state how they owed some sort of favor to a friend named Laswell to be honest u weren't paying much attention as ur team started to argue with the captain about. "schweigt euch alle!" (shut up all of u) the captain shouted now frustrated at his team, everyoneone went silent "Wir müssen dem kommenden Team helfen, sie und die grauen Kobras von ihren Plänen abzuhalten" (we have to help the coming team to stop her and the graue Kobras from whatever they are planning) he paused "also wer ist dabei?" (so who is in?)u were angry and honestly still in denial of what happed to Cruz u wanted revenge and this was probably the only opportunity u will get. "Ich bin dabei" (i am in) u spoke up the captain returning a firm nod as ur other teammates look at u with hesitation and then agreed. the captain then started to go over the plan and gave all of us the files which contains the new team members we were going to help task 141 and los vaqueros the captain told us to know there names and everything about them as they probably know already a lot about us.

A/N: apperently there is a word limit here so i will post the rest of pt2 in another post i mean im still working on it right this second

#task 141 x reader #los vaqueros x reader #soap x reader #kyle gaz x reader #price x reader #simon ghost x reader #alejandro x reader #rodolfo rudy x reader

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wherestarsarestillasleep · 2 years

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returning the favor!!! do YOU have any particular thoughts on vlr u feel like sharing atm?

TIME FOR MY KYLEPOST

i dont think about VLR in a vacuum nearly as much as i do 999 but i most certainly have thoughts

every aspect of the person kyle is was calculated decades before his birth. bred like a pedigree dog every aspect of his environment constructed around him like a lab rat, literally hand-designed and grown in a lab for this purpose. his entire life is a step by step list, painstakingly behaviourally conditioned to end up full of a fester of resentment and anger and loneliness and despair in such a way to ensure he is willing to kill and die on what he believes to be (and what still is) his own emotion and conviction and turmoil, but it is a spur of the moment breakdown response the people he is lashing back against in rebellion set up for him. they made him like this very, very deliberately, they had to raise or rather fail to raise him in a way to make sure he'd become this person Sigma already met. They make sure he is someone who will hate this.

Sigma does this by not raising him at all but Akane, with this purpose in mind decades before he would ever exist, does this by showing up most of the way into Kyle's life giving him the first meaning he ever felt in his life and then taking it away again.

She lived with him for years. she had to be what she was for him, was there truth in it? does akane love him? does she care for him at all? is he nothing more than a tool to her? does the answer to that matter at all? not really. kyle believes she did. snake voice whether the devil actually exists holds no relevance. and kyle loves HER. as much as he can try not to, he does.

When he finds out what the ab project is actually for, what he's been working towards the last four years of his life he tries to blow up the entire facility and all of them in it. this is just a major step in what they have designed him to do. all his acts of rebellion and defiance are, unknown to him, just more preset points to check off on their list.

His own route he remembers who his father is who his mother is and his immediate responses are to commit murder and then pull a suicide bomber gambit test, again

well what would he have done if his unknowing father (cause like. sigma doesnt fucking remember bro) really did save him at the expense of his own and Phi's lives? what if he was met with proof he was loved, that his life did matter to sigma, and then was as a direct result left entirely alone having killed three of the 9 people himself? was kyle so certain this would never happen, he really just wanted vindication in his belief he is unloved to define the moment of his death? was that the real point?

And this is the moment he ultimately deliberately and most directly helps their plan. he does it anyway, he tells Sigma the code, delivers the message. he's disgusted by sigma and akanes plan enough he tried to blow up the fucking facility that encompassed the only world he ever knew and everyone in it but in the end at the point where he has to carry out his critical instructions, what he could have made a final defiance after Sigma saved Phi over him (and where Luna in parallel quite possibly couldn't ever refuse to do by nature), a chance he didn't know could have been an actual defiance they really didn't want him to do, he goes through with their instruction anyway. Im not sure what that says about him.

And what was it they told him about this moment? to lead him to organically destructively act it out and then recognise it as the point he was meant to deliver that message?

he Only exists and would only ever have existed for a plan he doesn't fucking care about. even if he may or may not agree with the noble greater good moral justification framing why would he care. he has no way to conceptualise it. it does nothing for him. he cares about what he has, but what he has is two people that lament his reality ever existed and he rejects the only chance for real solidarity he might have in Luna.

for someone who knew only one other human for most of his life, and barely saw that human, Kyle places an awful lot of emphasis on "humanity", it’s a word he uses several times over as synonymous with morality and compassion and rightness.

for all he shuns and for lack of a better word dehumanises Luna how different are they really? They're both designed and sculpted. They both had their thought patterns determined and programmed to behave in a certain consistent way. All for the same sole purpose. Creating just a chance at a superior, perfect, far more valuable world where they could never exist to be a part of. Where there was no need for them. They don't even have their own faces.

The way he talks about junpei and what akane told him about junpei the hatred of a stranger he's never met that she values far more than himself

i NEED him to talk to tenmyouji knowing who he is with full context for them both, there's so much ground there the futile grasps for their own agency the anger the cannot stop loving akane kurashiki no matter how much they Try to the you are a faceless representation of everything she cared about more than she cared for me. while she was the most important person in my world i realised there was someone more important than me in hers. the making meaning in a world and a life others have discarded as hopeless and not worth saving and just a stepping stone to a hypothetical you'll never comprehend and then finally then will she be satisfied? will it be worth it then? why can't it be worth it now, here. (why can't they matter enough to her for that.)

i fucking wish he was in ztd dude shifting him into a context he was never meant to exist in and seeing what he does with that and him getting to interact with the sigma that is Actually his father and an akane that has never met him and whose top priority is avoiding letting this world become one where he is ever born

#junpei you hearing this shit!?#kyle klim #🌕it was what i had now that i wanted.🌔#<- starting a kyle tag

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lightsonpls · 1 year

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SPOILERS FOR EMPIRES SMP S1

Watching Sausage hurts me. I wish his name was as tragic as his story.

Sausage who started off rich, started beautiful. Sausage who was generous throughout his time, even in building Mythland. Sausage who was taken advantage of by his neighbor, then played as the aggressor when returning the favor. Sausage who was constantly patronized by his alliance members, called crazy by the people he thought he could trust. Sausage who just wanted to gain power to bless his people. Sausage who began to learn in ways that weren’t natural, ways that still created good. Sausage who was told again by a friend that he wasn’t a real wizard, that his magic wasn’t his. Sausage who quickly fell to doing things he wasn’t proud of to prove them wrong. Sausage who was just putting on a brave face, but played too well into the act. Sausage who just wanted to prove he wasn’t scared, that he was strong and could be there for his friends. Sausage who made friends with the wrong people. Sausage who was promised something, something he thought he needed. Sausage who was swiftly discarded the moment he became inconvenient. Sausage who was again painted as the villain for evening the field. Sausage who was told he was sick. Sausage who was told that he wasn’t enough. Sausage who was tired of proving them wrong. Sausage who devoted himself to his new friends. Sausage who kept gaining power. Sausage who had found hope. Sausage who started to play into the role he was given. Sausage who only truly had his dog to talk to. Sausage who was cornered and reacted thusly, like a dog in a pound, a lion in a cage. Sausage who started losing control. Sausage who was told he was losing himself. Sausage who was told he would die. Sausage who was told he didn’t have enough time to turn around. Sausage who was told he was taken advantage of again by the one he was devoted to. Sausage who accepted that. Sausage who went big before he went home. Sausage who kept being told he did things he couldn’t remember. Sausage who was found by a Goddess. Sausage who leaned on her because she didn’t throw him away. Sausage who let her believe that he could be saved. Sausage who convinced her all would be well. Sausage who then slaughtered everyone. Sausage who was corrupted in his final moments. Sausage who still showed his loyalty, know it would cost his life. Sausage who was degraded until the end. Sausage whose last words were a cry for help. Sausage who begged for death. And Sausage who received it.

I’m trying so hard to catch up 😭 I’ve seen Fwhip and Lizzie’s playthrough, and I know I don’t have to watch them all. But the worm in my brain says I have to see it all.

#empires smp #empires season one #empires mythicalsausage #mythicalsausage #empires season one spoilers #can you tell I think he deserves better #i would give him everything #i love him so much #i cry for him

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anime-lover-forever-1127 · 2 years

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Survival Tip: When Asking Klaus Mikaelson To Kill Someone, Just Make Sure The Said Someone, Isn't Caroline Forbes {Klaroline}

Survival Tip: When Asking Klaus Mikaelson To Kill Someone, Just Make Sure The Said Someone, Isn't Caroline Forbes

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Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued

I do not own "The Vampire Diaries", it belongs to its original creator Kevin Williamson, Julie Plec, and L. J. Smith. Nor do I own "Originals", which belongs to its rightful creator Julie Plec, Michael Narducci, Leslie Morgenstein, Gina Girolamo. This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release of "The Vampire Diaries" and "Originals". Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.

Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out.

Warnings: Gemini Coven Bashing, Mass murder, None of the Amary or Rayna B.S.

Word Count: 1.5 K

Requested By: No One

Summary: To protect the twins, Caroline, Enzo, Bonnie, Alaric, Damon, Stefan, and the Heretic's begin hunting down the remaining Gemini Coven members. One of the few desperate survivors runs to Klaus for help begging him to help take care of this problem and 'return' the twins to the coven- (Do I really need to say more?)

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Today's Special

Pro Tip:

In the event of a tornado or other such natural disaster, place weiners and/or cheese slices in your pockets so the search dogs can find you first.

~ Unknown

(Odd - But makes sense)

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Klaus and Kol were out drinking, when a frantic looking woman walked into the bar. Kol was the first to notice her, instantly registering her as a witch.

The hybrid sensed her as well, but refused to look up from his sketch, even when the women bagan walking towards them. Only when she was right in front of them, did he glance at her.

The pale woman looked like she hadn't slept soundly in days, her skin looked clammy, with dark circles underneath her eyes. Judging by her worn down clothes, he easily concluded that is running from someone.

"I'm looking for the Mikaelsons. Do you know where they are?" She asked, shifting on her feet.

Kol smirked, "Right in front of you darling. Kol Mikaelson, and that love sick artist is my brother, the hybrid."

Klaus growled, and sat the sketch down so he could glare properly at his brother, and picked up his drink.

The woman's heartbeat speeded up as she glanced at them nervously, "I need your help."

Kol smirked, well Klaus glanced up at the ceiling board, clearly not in the mood for this. There was a lovely painting of a blond goddess, at home, beginning to be completed. Yet here he was, sketching drafts that repeatedly failed to capture her genuine beauty and were unable to reflect even an ounce of her light.

It wasn't uncommon for the originals to grant various favors, all at a price of course.

"What's your name darling?" Kol asked.

"Sara. Sara Parker." She answered.

"The Gemini." Kol nodded. "And what exactly do you need Sara?"

"A year ago, most of my coven was wiped out. But before they went, they were able to save the last pair of twins by implanting them into a vampire. But now she's refusing to give them back. Furthermore, her and her friends have started hunting the remaining of us down. I want them dead, and the twins returned to the coven, as they should be." Sara requested.

Kol laughed, "Quite a situation. I wasn't even sure vampires could carry to term. I tried to do something similar once, but the woman died."

"She only survived because she had witches on her side. It was difficult, but she lives. Why couldn't she have just died that day." Sara cursed.

Klaus shrugged casually, "Well that's on you. It's your fault that you lost them. Why should we help?"

Kol snickered, "Come on Nik. It'll be fun. You know nothing brings us together more than murder."

Klaus sighed, "Fine. Why not." He shot down his drink and got up.

If Sara had only looked down at the table, she would have known that she should have given up on the twins and warned her coven to run as far away as possible. But she didn't, and as a result she missed the perfect sketch of the baby vampire who was a newly made mother.

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The originals followed Sara as she led them to the current location of the twins, a beach house in California.

Sara confidently strolled into the house, where Nora, Damon, and Stefan were sitting over a map with various red dots, and a few green ones. There was a list next to them with several names crossed out. A system created by Caroline to ensure that there wouldn't be any risk of the Gemini coven ever coming back.

Klaus instantly stopped as he saw the Salvatores, well Kol's grin widened. The brothers automatically assumed that the one who got implanted must have been the doppelganger, it was the only reason they could imagine for both the Salvatore brothers to get involved.

The hybrid instantly began rearranging his plan, if the doppelganger was really the one who gave birth, he could always compel all of them, and take the twins away, but, Caroline, for some reason was still fond of them, so that plan was quickly scrapped.

So he'd need to kill Sara and put out a word to keep the Gemini coven away. Because no doubt, the doppelganger would once again drag Caroline into her mess, and it would be best to warn any witches idiotic enough to attack her, to keep their distance. Even if it meant protecting the doppelganger as well.

Sara, unaware of what was brewing in the hybrid's mind, smirked confidently, "I'm giving you exactly three second to bring the twins out, before it gets messy."

Damon smirked back, and even Stefan let out a chuckle, confusing Nora. Stefan shot the heretic a resauring look, as Damon answered, "Sure. Let me bring them, and their mother."

This confused the Mikaelson's and the witch. Klaus and Kol both assumed they'd do everything to keep Elena away, well Sara didn't expect them to give up this essay.

"Caroline," Damon called, "Could you come in here with YOUR children for a sec."

Klaus felt his breath caught as he heard Damon refer to the children as Caroline. He still couldn't believe it, until a second later his senses were hit with the strong scent of citrus, with honey, as Caroline stepped into the room. Her arms cradling two little girls, dressed in matching outfits.

Kol cursed underneath his breath. This so was not with the mess it would create. He could already tell there would be no saving the Gemini coven now.

Damon smirks at the witch, "You clearly didn't tell them who the vampire that gave birth was, did you?" And for extra measure, he added, "Did you also forget to mention that she nearly died giving birth, and throughout the pregnancy as the babies nearly siphoned all the magic keeping her alive away?" He said, purposely adding oil to the burning fire that was Klaus' anger.

Stefan glared at his brother, before grabbing him and flashing away, Nora quikly following his lead.

Kol, who's now clearly done with this, decided to leave as well. He could always tease his brother later.

If the mystic fall's gang was here, then he was willing to bet that he would find their resident witch around as well. No way Bonnie would leave her friend alone so soon after she just gave birth.

Sara, being the only one unable to get the hint, was the only one who stuck around. She looked around confused, failing to realize that there was no saving the Gemini coven. The one she had brought as her shield, was truly Caroline's sword - willing to cut down all that stood in her way.

Klaus glanced at the map on the table, "I'm assuming the map was your idea?" He smirked, a teasing tone taking over his anger as he was once again in the baby vampire's presence.

"Please, who else could pull this off?" Caroline asked, raising an eyebrow.

Klaus smiled, pleased to see her back a little straighter, and her shoulders a little higher. Motherhood was clearly good for her. "Oh, I have no doubt that you are the brains behind the oppernation. I doubt the mystic falls scooby gang would be able to even run a lemonade stand without you."

"Still planning on shutting this down?" Caroline asked, teasingly.

Klaus walked closer to her, until the only thing stopping their chests from touching were the twins cradled in the women's arms.

"How could I?" He smirked, "I was actually looking around to see where I could sign up." He added, innocently. "I hear the boss is quite difficult to please.

Caroline huffed, but couldn't stop the corner of her lips from turning up fondly. "You can start by cleaning up the trash you brought in." She nodded towards Sara. "God knows I already have enough to clean with twins. I don't have the time to clean up after you."

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Extended, (Alternate - ?) Ending

Caroline huffed, but couldn't stop the corner of her lips from turning up fondly. "You can start with that one." She was about to walk out, before she turned around and added, "The next meeting is at two."

Klaus raised an eyebrow, "Two?"

"It's the only time I can get Josie to nap and Lizzie refuses to sleep without her sister. So it's the only time I'm free." The mother's eyes narrowed, "Got a problem with that?

"Of course not love." Klaus chuckled lightly.

"Good. Don't be late."

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Someone asked if there would be a part 2 for my last one shot (TVD Ep. 4x09), and the answer is no. As for my other stories, I honestly have no idea when their second parts will be coming out.

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Klaus & Caroline (Klaroline) ● Secret Love Song

I seriously suggest giving this video a try. It felt like I was watching an angsty, amazing, Klaroline fanfic. It was wonderfully edited.

Anyways,

KLAROLINE FOR LIFE BECAUSE I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP!

#Klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #fanfiction #tvd fanfiction #romance fanfiction #klaus #klaus x caroline #caroline x klaus #Niklaus #niklaus mikaelson #caroline #caroline forbes #Kol mikaelson

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yllowpages · 1 year

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THIS POST CONTAINS HEAVY SPOILERS FOR J.W4 —

john is not a good friend.

at least not that we see in his journey through these movies. in fact, he fairly consistently acts selfishly — he asks for things for personal vendettas, he puts people in conflicting positions, and he even ruins or ends lives just by asking for favors from those he may have considered friends. pretty much every person who helps john is punished and faces the consequences for doing so, no matter how much john cared for them or thought highly of them. marcus saves john's life and viggo kills him for it. charon puts john in his own favor and the marquis kills him for it. winston obviously also favors john over many others and he has to jump through many hoops to gain back his respect and the hotel when all of that is taken away because of john. the bowery king pays for his act of supplying john with a weapon in receiving a physical punishment. sofia is put out when john comes to her and it can be implied she was punished for helping him based on what happened to both the director and the bowery king. koji is killed by caine for even temporarily giving safe harbor to john in the osaka continental.

caine (and, by some extension, winston) is the first time john actually fulfills a less-than-selfish act for something technically bigger than him. allowing caine to shoot him so john could save his last shot for the marquis was john's one slightly selfless action in these films. and only slightly since killing the marquis would free himself (and also winston). still, it seems to me that john came to this realization in chapter 4 that there was nothing left for him. (the dog, yes, but the dog seemed to be doing just fine with the bowery king as well.) his family, helen, was gone. and he'd alienated himself from anyone else he might have called a friend. plus, he'd killed too much to continue trying to avoid the consequences of his actions. he had no life to return to. he didn't want to die, but knew if he had to, he'd rather die as john, "the man who loved and was loved by his wife." and so the moment the marquis was dead, he was able to do that. but ... even if he had no life to return to, caine did. and taking that away from him — after taking koji from his daughter, arguably sofia from hers, and many others from their lives — this was something he owed to both caine and himself. so, in the one moment of real character development he has, john saves his last shot for the marquis so he can have the final word and have his freedom, but also took cain's last bullet so that caine could be with his daughter. it's exactly what koji said, something that john had never considered, therefore had to be reminded of so he could dig himself out of his selfish pit of grief:

friendship means little when it's convenient.

#livi saw j.w4 /#normally i'd put spoilers under a read more right now #but i didn't want to put all of this under one HJSKHJK #so i hope i didn't spoil anything for anyone #but i Love honestly that john goes through pretty much No development #until the last second in these movies #it's perfect for him and his world and his story #it really is #there's no real Reason for him to go through a traditional character arc in these movies #until it's time for him to face the music #and realize how he's fucked over So Many people #study / john wick.

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darkdreamtheorist · 2 months

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Matt reveals a secret to Roberta (via perchance Mini Scenario Generator)

Caitlin invites Roberta to a sleepover at her Alberta villa with the rest of her Slumber Posse, with Matt as their bouncer throwing any wildlife or riffraff comin’ to crash their party. Robbie hopes her Gargoyle side doesn’t show shud the sun mark he painted on her back gets smudged.

While Cait’s Crew partook in Freaky Stories and shlock movies for the long night, Roberta looks for Matt to reapply the sun mark. She lookd for him in the bathroom doing his business, but sees the tang coyote had snuck off to the kitchen, chugging a whole carton of milk from the fridge. The long-footed Blue-Grey Pinscher jumped on Matt, tweaking him to spit out the 1/4 pint in his muzzle back to the carton. He closed the lid and zipped the carton back in the fridge as he lied flat in defeat, his ears drooped down, pouted in shame as Robbie stone glares him. When he was free, Matt dropped on fours, bashful, facing away from Berta’s glare when she inquired of his midnite snack.

“😠Think you can save a few pints for the sleepover Facials!? 😓 And maybe a fresh Sun glyph on my back? We don’t want Cait and her clique to live out a B-Movie when my stony self kicks in!”

“Uh, sorry.” Matt apologized, but couldn’t stop musing over the drops that touched his tongue in silence as he applied the mark with his kekaishi paints on Roberta’s shoulder. “🤤Minnesota. Fine grown feed. Age 15.”

Robbie darted to Matt, whisping her query while still inking a fresh mark. “😑 Oh great, just wut I need, a milk sommolier. As if you got all that from the swill you just spat back into the jug. 🤔Although, I heard one of Cait’s guests gossip about a milkmaid by the shed. Guess that’s how this estate gets fresh dairy w/o going to a Winn-Dixie. btw, how did you know she was some Fargo Teen? You’d have to be close and personal to their udder and not get kicked back before milking.”

Embarrassed, Matt leared over her ear to share his secret cow whispering prowess, covering with his front paw so the sleepover guests don’t read him four steps away from the main hall.

“😖I always drank straight from the source. 😓For 6 years I’ve tasted and milked every maid that ever lived & come across for a taste of the good stuff, tho I did have to do them favors before they let me squeeze their udders!”

“😰You had milk from every cow in N’Gaia?”

“😞And other cloppy toed ladies. Yaks, Llamas, Moosies, even Goat’s milk. Bit sour goin’ in and out.”

“Do you crawl under their udders and pull them down ur gap when they’re asleep if they didn’t let you?”

“Naw, dat wud b Bad Boi Ed. A Good Boi asks if they need help with chores round their house or run errands. The Deed’s done, and they spritz me a cup or get on all fours n I squeeze a bucket full out back or in a private stable…or down the hatch, like u said. They don’t like it, but forgive me they do, big ol puppy dog Matt here.” Just as the inquiry finished, so was Matt’s seal for Robbie’s grotesque change, and she was ready to come back for the makeover part of Cait’s party.

“Yeah, you’re older and taller than any dog I’ve met, mixed or purebred. And, btw, Caitlin’s Slumber Posse ain’t gonna like a frickin’ kai-oat (coyote) raiding her kitchen of her guests’ snacks and DIY facial mask ingredients.”

“I’m housebroken, and don’t tell her, please! I didn’t spill ur rocky heritage to her or her would-be pals, and I don’t want them thinkin’ I’m some dairy vampire about to suck the Milkmaid dry.”

“Long as Spin the Bottle or Truth or Dare aren’t on the list, we’re In for now.” “Dewclaw swear it?”

“😨😞*sigh* 😒yeah, I Dewclaw swear.” ☺️ Robbie & Matt return to the Middle room where Cait and pals are finishing the movie-thon, none wiser of the kicthen incident.

#Joan’s Parck #oc #headcanon #fanon #truth or dare #doggoyle #secret shame #addiction #18+#nsfk #cw/tw #6teen caitlin

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horizon-of-the-lance · 5 months

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The Battle of Winter's Burn

Darkember 14th-29th

Party: The Dandy Rose

Konguq-Human Wizard Captain

Ace-Human Rouge Quartermaster

Calix- Minotaur Marshal Night Watch and Battle Master

Oliver- Half-elf Bard and Navigation

Vorlo-Hobgoblin Apothecary and Helmsman

Ace, Konguq, Vorlo, and Zim return to the Dandy Rose, thier walk back being met with a mean storm on the Horizon.

Once they get back to Green Town they find the ship battered down already. They go below deck and are immediately met by amazing smelling food. They find in the kitchen a gully dwarf cooking with a large Minotaur. He introduces himself as Calix, a former member of the dragon armies and now exile. The gully dwarf is named Hug and is Calix's traveling companion.

As they introduce themselves Callum goes behind a crate and is met with a loud cat yowl. A young half-elf comes to the cat's aid, scolding the puppy for bothering it. Ace steps in for his dog and after a few seconds the half-elf's tune changes and introduces himself as Oliver Waverwalker, a wizard bard and son of Ivelos and Andrea Wavewalker from Wayreth.

While the storm passes over they mingle with the crew and make it obvious they know their away around a ship. Calix's relationship with Hug has eased the crew's stance on the Minotaur save Fallen Oak. Oliver is well liked around the crew with Ciella flirting hard with him. Martel is however nervous meeting another half-elf and Lindvai knows the exact kind of man Oliver is.

Over the next week they notice that their sending stones and sending spells aren't working, meaning they've lost complete contact with the Qualinesti crew. In addition they've been stalked by a Solamnic ship trying to run them down. With Nuitari and Luitari being at thier lowest, Konguq and Oliver struggle with thier magic while the white robe wizard on board is keeping up.

The group having only just barely gotten rest has decided to face the ship instead, faking surrender. Calix takes to the ship telescope and is able to see the crew. He gets descriptions of the captain and the white robe wizard on board. Ace recognizes the young captain as Jeronda Oakbow. She's one of the more recent cynical knights who's honor is only lip service for others. Konguq recognizes the wizard as Arelianaos Lucasi, the Silvanesti elf that chastised the party for killing Rumblegut. As the crew prepares for their "surrender" Fallen Oak takes up his bow and plants himself on the deck. Konguq casts invisibility on the man to keep the element of surprise.

Jeronda and Arelianaos are none the wiser to the crew's plan. Jeronda makes it clear that she wants thier ship destroyed while Arelianaos wants to destroy Zim. They refuse with Ace calling Jeronda's honor into question and Arelianaos prepares a fireball to hit the ship. Calix commands Fallen Oak to take the first shot and with Arelianaos none the wiser he gets critically wounded, bleeding badly.

Ace takes a few shots with his crossbow and joins Martle on the helm to try and get the ship out of a sticky situation. Konguq creates a mass of whirlpools between the ships to make it hard for the enemy ship to advance. She then begins to lay waste to the ship itself with lightingbolt, but Arelianaos manages to catch some of her essence to use against her. As the battle grows ever more intense, Oliver begins to sing, giving his allies a boost to morale.

Calix commands Fallen Oak to shoot again and it strikes true on the Arelianaos. He then aids Fallen Oak with his bow to help him shoot faster.

Arelianaos then casts Cone of Cold on the ship, trying to take out the Konguq. While he tried to use her energy against her, he was unaware of her immunity to cold and fails to damage her at all. The knights on board fire at her and do some minor damage.

Konguq then returns the favor, laying waste to the ship with fireball. While the dual casting of such high level spells dazes her, Arelianaos is no more and Jeronda is barely holding on. Ace goes to shoot her but she calls his morals into question, asking if she's dead how will the rest of the crew make it home. He spares her for the sake of the crew and the Dandy Rose sails away with minor damage.

Fallen Oak shows his appreciation to Calix for his assistance in battle by sharing on of his bottles with him. Oliver walks to the top of the mast and plays a song to help heal Konguq of her wounds and status condition, drawing some ire from Morris.

As the crew continues to travel, Oliver asks Calix about his time with the Dragon Armies and what his rank was before being exiled. Calix admits he didn't get very far in thier ranks but tells Oliver a story about one of his battles. While very text book about the tactics Oliver takes the time to listen and take away parts to use in his performances.

The rest of the crew gathers to hear and begins swapping stories as well, including Konguq's Test of High Sorcery. She tries to leave out the part where she gave up her memories of Morris to never forget her spells, but Morris makes her own it. Oliver asks if Konguq wants the scenario be portrayed as romantic or tragic, but she can't really pick. Morris then offers up the letter Konguq sent him to see how he interprets it. Oliver reads it, and says for the Captain's sake it will be in a romantic light. Ace doesn't share much with the bard.

The party finally makes it to Valens and prepare to unload. Oliver warns the group that he owes some people money here and would be prone to being harassed once off the ship. When asked how much he tells them about 290 steel.

They are greeted by an Ogre named Kyoric who recognizes Konguq. He is happy to see her and is impressed by her black robes and status as captain. He tells her that Valens has decided to join the Dragon Armies in the war and invites her to join their side. Konguq asks if Chrysalis is still in town, and he tells her that she is. When asked who Chrysalis is, she tells them that she is an "entrepreneur" who she refused to pay protection money to. Oliver recognizes Chrysalis as the woman he owes the 290 steel to.

#dnd stuff #dragonlance #dnd campaign #dnd art #npc #session recap

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Roommate Agreement

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader x Luke Alvez Summary: After about a year of living with Spencer, Y/N gets excited when he introduces her to a new potential roommate. Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Free use, threesome, cum play, penetrative/unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (male receiving), rough sex, dirty talk Word Count: 2.3k

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NOTE: I was gonna write this as a blurb, but it got a little longer than I anticipated lol. I’ve been super into this kink/fantasy lately, so uh.. this was just pure indulgence 🥰✌

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Apartment hunting and living on my own sucked, which is why Spencer Reid coming into my life was the biggest blessing I ever could have hoped for. He was handsome, kind, welcoming... And he let me live with him for free.

Well, not entirely.

But regardless of our little agreement, I still slip him some cash when rent comes up because it's just common courtesy. I'm grateful that he lets me stay with him and provides me with what I need (and then some), and if there's any way for me to return that favor, I'll do it.

He gets annoyed with me whenever I do it, but I always know how to get him to forget about it...

Just thinking about last night brings a smile to my face as I put away the last few glasses in their respective cupboards.

The heavy padding of Spencer's feet behind me makes me turn around then, and I nearly clench my legs at the sight of him, dressed and ready for work, except his dick is out and hefty in his right hand. It's hard, leaking, and by the look on his face I can tell he's about ready to let go.

"Give me your panties, sweetheart."

Before he even gets out the whole sentence, I make quick work of lifting my shirt out of the way and opening up the fabric, pulling it away from my body and giving him an opening. He walks up with a hungry kiss to my jaw as he jerks himself off, right into my panties until he's making a mess of them. I sigh out happily as he hums against my skin.

And when he's done, he kisses my cheek chastely and uses my shirt to clean up a bit before tucking himself back neatly into his pants. I adjust my panties and feel the warmth spread over my skin while he grabs his bag from the back of the chair to leave.

"Have a good day, Doctor," I call with a cute smile, my hand dipping down to feel the mess he made and wishing he didn't have to go.

"You too, sweetheart," he returns with a wink. He turns to leave, but before he's at the door, he throws back, "Oh, and make sure you're dressed properly when I get back, he's coming over with me after work."

"Wait, really?" I ask brightly, my heart starting to race.

"Mhm. He's excited to meet you."

I’d had plans to run some errands today, but as soon as he tells me the good news, I know I won't be able to get anything done.

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The second I hear the door, I'm waiting like a dog with a wagging tail, excited for extra company and eager to make a new friend. I flatten my tiny skirt, though with how frilly it is, it really makes no difference— I think that as excited as I am, I'm definitely anxious about potentially adding a new person to our dynamic.

My hands reach behind my back and clasp together as I rock slowly on my feet, ready to welcome them when they come through the door.

Spencer, as always, looks positively delicious, and it only amplifies when he sees me and smiles, reaching out for me. "Somebody's excited..."

In his embrace, I laugh and welcome his hand as it slips up the front of my skirt to make sure I've followed his instructions. He quickly runs his middle finger through my opening, a smile forming on his lips— I can feel it against my neck. "Good girl."

"I couldn't help it," I tell him earnestly, refraining from whining in protest when he removes himself from me entirely. Then I look over his shoulder to see our guest of honor, Spencer's co-worker Luke Alvez. With a shy smile, I reach my hand out to shake his. "I have a new guest to impress."

Luke accepts my hand with a smile all his own, accompanied by wandering eyes that make me feel warm from head-to-toe. It reminds me of how I felt when I first met Spencer while apartment hunting last year. Luke's eyes are just a few shades darker but regardless of color, the hunger swimming within them remains plentiful.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N," he says smoothly. His voice makes me feel a whole new sense of ease and the overwhelming need to submit to him entirely. "I've heard great things."

With introductions out of the way, Spencer ushers Luke into the apartment and I close the door. "Let me show you around a bit," he says, and the two walk off, leaving me to follow behind.

We tour the whole apartment, Spencer taking his sweet time with the walking and the talking... I swear he's doing it on purpose, to make me wait and get me riled up, but regardless I stay patient and involve myself in their conversations as normal. Actually, it would have all felt like a completely normal apartment tour in the first place, had I not been thinking about how the men accompanying me would use me in the future...

Spencer saves the living room for last, and once we make it to the couch, I pray that he's ready to start showing Luke the added benefit of choosing to live here rather than in an apartment by himself...

And he knows me so well, because he pulls me aside with a cheeky smile, his hand resting firmly on my ass and under my skirt. "So, Alvez, you wanna give her a whirl?"

"You're uh... You're sure this is alright? You don't mind?"

His concern is sweet, but I can see the lust sparkling in his eyes as he looks over me once more.

Spencer laughs a bit, squeezing my ass with a nod. "Of course. Look how happy she is to see you... So ready to be used up..."

Luke's tongue darts out over his bottom lip at my roommate's words, his decision becoming more clear.

Still, I help out. "It's true... When Spencer first mentioned adding a new roommate to our arrangement, I couldn't wait... And you're perfect.

"So what do you say?" Spencer asks once more with finality.

Luke strides over to me slowly, my head tilting higher with each inch he gets closer. He looks down at my lips and smiles before bringing his thumb gently to my mouth. "This pretty little mouth has been calling to me since I walked through the door..."

I hear Spencer laugh beside me as Luke slips his thumb past my lips and over my tongue. I suck it into my mouth with a tiny groan, flitting my eyes up at him and arching my back as Spencer's grip on my ass gets tighter.

"Get on the couch, sweetheart," he says, letting go and giving me a small spank.

Luke's thumb pops out of my mouth and I stumble to the couch, getting on all fours so my hands are on the arm and my knees are buried in one of the cushions.

The unmistakable sound of their laughing fills my ears and makes me even more eager, though I know better than to tell them outright what I want. Unless either of them asks me to, I'm not going to beg. I mean, I'm not sure about Luke, but I know that Spencer prefers when I use visual signs in our daily routine. He likes to hear me use my words, sure, but that's only on occasions where he's in a happier, more giving mood. Most of the fucking we do is when he comes home frustrated and needs to take. No questions asked.

And truthfully, I like that more. Which is why I'd agreed to be his roommate in the end.

Spencer does seem to be more giving today, moving this right along and taking his pants off before walking over to me while his friend follows suit, but I follow our rules anyway, wanting to make a good impression on Luke (though I'm positive I've already secured that bag).

Luke's pants come off too, though he waits until he's right in front of my face. I'm looking up at him with my bottom lip between my teeth, and when he starts to work at his belt, I look down to see.

Meanwhile I feel Spencer's weight dip down behind me, and it doesn't take long for him to slide right in, spreading my legs further and beginning to fuck me steadily. He gathers my hair from my face and into a makeshift ponytail with one hand while the other rests at my hip. "You gonna be a big girl and open your mouth wide, or do I have to make you?"

I respond in kind by slacking my jaw and welcoming Luke, his hands coming down to tilt my chin and slide his thick, hard dick into my mouth.

"That's right, sweetheart," Spencer praises, giving me another small spank and a slight tug of the hair. Meanwhile Luke is slowly fucking my throat, pushing himself deeper with each thrust.

Eventually, the two of them are fucking me with perfect rhythm. Each time Spencer goes in, Luke goes out, and their force is even the same. It's building and building with each second, and I can feel my whole body start to go numb with pleasure. My knees are tingling from the couch, my ass is surely red from how many times Spencer has spanked me, and my throat is bruising beautifully.

Spencer's hand releases my ass and reaches out to my throat. The way he's bending forward gives him a deeper angle inside me, and I can't help the choked whimper that comes out of my mouth because of it. He can feel it, too, because his fingers rest just under my chin.

"His cock feels so good down your throat, doesn't it, baby?" he coos, driving into me harder.

I squeeze my eyes shut for a few seconds to blink away the tears that blur my vision, and when I open them I look up at Luke, pure unadulterated bliss painting his features. He looks down at me with awe and lust and need, and I can tell that it won't be long before he snaps.

"When he comes, you're gonna keep it in, okay? I wanna see it..."

I clench around Spencer at his words, and my orgasm follows shortly after. As soon as I start to come down, Luke holds himself still at the back of my throat and comes with a shout, his hands rooting in my hair. I try my hardest to keep it all in, meanwhile Spencer starts to stutter as well. And by the time Luke is pulling himself away from me, his friend is coming inside me, just like he's done so many times before.

It's a familiar, wonderful feeling, though this time it's even better because I know I have cum filling both ends of me. I feel so full, so warm and numb and fucked out, and I never want to go a single day without it that way.

When Spencer pulls out and leaves the couch, Luke makes room for him in front of me. He steps into view then, reaching his hand out to pry my mouth open and examine his friend's work.

"Oh, sweetheart, you look so pretty with all Luke's cum in your mouth... Doesn't she look pretty, Alvez?"

The other man muses, his hand coming down to graze my cheek. Both their hands are on either side of my face, and they're gazing down at me with such wonderment that I swear I'll do anything to feel this way again— to make them feel this way again.

"She sure does," Luke says, and I nuzzle into his hand. "Just like a proper cumdump."

Their words and their eyes and their touches send butterflies soaring through my whole body and bring an open-mouthed smile to my face.

"You can swallow now," Spencer says, tapping my cheek. I do, and immediately afterwards he leans down to kiss me deeply. I lean into him and flutter my eyes closed, the feeling of his cum dripping out of me and down my leg only adding to the blissful state I'm in.

He pulls away, and I glance over at Luke, who has his dick in his hand and an amused smile on his face. "Damn, I could almost go again..."

I can tell he only means it as a way to keep the mood light, maybe as a joke, but in hopes that it will make him more comfortable with the idea that he can quite literally use me whenever he wants to, I smile as sincerely as I can. "That's what I'm here for," I offer brightly, getting up off the couch and trying to stand on wobbling legs.

I somehow manage, Spencer helps to steady me, and then he laughs, kissing me on the cheek. "You two have fun. I'm gonna shower, and then I have to take care of some errands. That okay with you?"

Luke and I give our approval, Spencer kisses me once more, and then admires me for a few seconds before throwing his friend a wink and heading off to the shower.

The moment I'm alone with Luke Alvez, he takes my hand and gives it a kiss. "You really are something special, princess..."

The nickname, while not entirely new since Spencer had mumbled it a few times with my mouth wrapped around his dick, sounds absolutely delightful coming from Luke's lips.

"Thank you," I purr, leading him to the couch and pulling him on top of me. "But there's still so much for you to discover..."

He hums amusedly, tracing my mouth with his thumb again. This time I take it gently between my teeth before he slips his cock inside me, which inadvertently makes me let go of it in favor of a whimper.

"Well, then I guess it's a good thing I'm moving in..."

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three's a crowd | nomin

synopsis. picking favorites is impossible when you like neither of them.

warning. read at your own risk. abuse, bullying, poly relationship, yandere themes, manipulation, nonconsensual touching, noncon, degradation, smut threesome oop

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think jaemin or jeno would act like this in real life.

note. this was meant to be a new year's gift lmao i obviously got a lil carried away 👀 anyway a late happy new year to you all! we survived 2020, let's start living in 2021, yeah? lmao if covid lets us grr mwah!

the relationship you had with the two of them was a weird one, bordering on taboo, but it wasn't as if you willfully chose to be who they wanted you to be and it took jaemin's unwanted pining and jeno's intimidating demeanor for you to fall right into their arms.

it was a joint effort on their part, you couldn't've possibly stood a chance.

"this many?" the cashier asked. "are you sure?"

stepping back and studying the whole situation, you figured you only had your addiction to caffeine and procrastination to blame. it was a chain reaction you didn't even know will lead up to your inevitable doom.

if you hadn't been slacking off during your first semester of junior year college, you wouldn't be forced to overwork yourself trying to catch up to the looming deadlines, but to be able to 'work yourself to the bone' you need your boost of energy… and that was when you met one of them.

"uhm," you scratch the back of your head sheepishly as you eye the six glass bottles of iced coffee. sure, it looks bad and you kinda appreciate the look of concern the cashier throws your way but it was none of his business.

"yes. now could you, like, you know… hurry up? i'm in a little bit of a time crunch right now."

screw it. although you hardly snap like that with other people on a daily basis, it'll be a whole different conversation if you were under a significant amount of stress and today, unfortunately, is one of those days.

now can he just fucking stop asking questions and give you your six bottles of death drink to keep your fucking brain going so you can pass an eight-page essay tomorrow? thank you very much!

the guy snickered, the beeping sound of a barcode being read sounding a thousand times more annoying than it usually sounds as he keeps his hand busy by punching your items out.

you fail to notice how he studies you through the gaps of his lashes, finding you interesting rather than threatening as you stood before him with your messy hair and oversized hoodie.

"haven't seen you around university grounds 'till today," he tries striking another conversation with you. "you new? i'm jaemin."

this was your first mistake, you shouldn't have been so… downright rude when you met him. if you were granted the miracle of meeting him a 2nd time, you would've acted more nice, throwing yourself at his feet even to blend in with the rest of his fangirls you didn't even know about at the time. you would've done anything to make sure he never gives you a second glance, to never pique his interest.

jaemin is the pep squad captain. flying over colored blue mats and doing tumblings in the air with no ounce of fear. he was the best in his team, that much was evident when your friend dragged you into watching a pep rally practice. his landings were clean, balanced, and executed to the best he can at all times.

no wonder he was popular, his talent is outstanding and his looks are a bonus. his killer combo of a smile and wink after pulling off a tough flip is enough to send them squealing in their seats.

he spotted you that day and since then, he snuck the quickest glances at the bench during practices. recognizing you as the coffee girl he met during his convenience store shift. jaemin tries not to let his disappointment show too much when he doesn't see you, but of course, a pair of cold calculating eyes could see right through him.

"i saw that," his boyfriend said, hand darting forward to hold jaemin's gym bag for him. "you kept looking at the crowd. do you want to see her that much?"

"but she reminds me so much of you, jeno!" he retorts, pouting at the slight grumpy tone the other boy used. "i can't help it. she doesn't seem to give a fuck around me so she's quite interesting. maybe she can even be a great addition to our relationship!"

"well," jeno replies after a beat of silence, plastering a small smirk on his face before slinging an arm around jaemin's shoulder.

"convince me?"

you don't like jaemin's attention. not in the slightest. and it seems that was enough reason for the reign of terror his little fanclub has subjected you too.

it wasn't the petty elementary forms of bullying like pulling at your hair or calling you names. they pale in comparison to the other things they do to you—beating you up, messing with your homework, "accidentally" dumping their food trays on you.

and you weren't stupid.

you knew exactly who was behind it, knew how jaemin spectates the whole thing from afar so that he can swoop in at the end to play your knight in shining armor.

"oh, you poor thing. do you need help?"

the first time you accepted his "help" you ended up in a supply closet near the gym during your free period, cornered and weak as your cries for help drowns under the squeaking of shoes and the booming sounds of rubber balls hitting the floor.

if it weren't for jeno appearing out of thin air and prying the boy off of you, you would've been painted blue and red from the death grip he had on your wrist, neck, and waist.

you can still remember feeling the soreness of your scalp from when he pulled your hair too hard. remembered feeling his teeth gnawing at your lips as if he wanted to tear them off.

that time hadn't been the first time you saw jeno. you've shared a few classes with him and it strikes you how polar opposites they are with one another.

while jaemin likes to bask in his professor and classmates' recognition by confidently reciting his answers, jeno would rather keep to himself. liked sitting at the last row, near the window, so he'd be the first to go once the professor ends their lecture. while jaemin loved the attention of his fangirls, jeno preferred solitude. while jaemin is impulsive and wild, jeno liked to think things through.

it was within these reasons that you decided to do what you did. but your judgement of character has never been more wrong.

you approached jeno one day in the library, tried to make yourself appear as stoic and confident as possible. but your constant slouching and averting eyes was a dead giveaway.

you came to talk to him about what jaemin has been doing, hoping there's one person left in this entire school that isn't under the cheer captain's trance. the one reasonable person that has already saved you once and (hopefully) is willing enough to save you again. the only one that probably has a certain level of control over jaemin, if the supply closet incident is anything to go by.

but you've overestimated lee jeno.

"you should've just given jaemin what he wanted."

"but—but aren't you two lovers? isn't it bothering you?"

you try baiting him, only for an uncomfortable shiver to start crawling down your spine when he chuckled humorlessly, pushing his school materials to the side while pinning you with an unreadable stare.

how can a person make someone feel so small just by a gaze alone? it was nothing like you've felt with jaemin. this is way worse.

"the only thing that's bothering me is why you're not ours yet."

you feel cold fingers creeping their way under your shirt, going higher and higher until it brushes against your bra. and when your eyes meet, the look on his face was unmistakable—what are you going to do about it, huh?

you stood up in lightning speed, the chair you've been sitting on scraping loudly against the floor.

you've never ran out as fast as you did.

and jeno swears it'll be the last.

you tried everything in your power to ignore them for the next following weeks but it soon became useless when the two boys took it upon themselves to give you your space.

although judging by the pinpricks you feel on your back, and the constant weight of a stare you feel on your shoulders, you knew they weren't done with you yet. far from it. and for some reason, you just knew they wanted to lull you into a false sense of security first before striking again.

and while they continued to ogle at you from afar like a hawk circling its prey in a desert, you took it upon yourself to return the favor. not because you were the slightest bit interested in those creeps but maybe, just maybe, if you look hard enough you'll find a way out, a weakness.

but what you realized made your insides churn in great discomfort—although it may seem that jeno holds the reins in the relationship since his reserved nature fits the role, it's actually the other way around.

jaemin might appear too self-centered, too focused on himself to give a fuck about his surroundings but in actuality, he has quite a knack for reading people. even more so than jeno. and it was scary how he used it to his advantage, and paired up with his devoted fangirls? it was hell on earth.

you found it alarming how the two seem to magically appear wherever you are.

although you weren't in the least bit surprised. for some reason, you can't take your eyes away when jaemin's devotees flock around him (and jeno) in a circle.

it almost reminds you of a shoal of piranhas, waiting for their meal to drop into the water before ripping it to shreds with their teeth. only their "meal" isn't actual flesh but the carefully crafted words jaemin says that drive them into a sick frenzy.

one that has them doing everything in their power to satisfy him like the loyal dogs they are.

so this was how he got them to bully you?

"oh, that? don't worry! yangyang just ran into me during cheer rehearsal. no biggie. my cheek stung a little bit, though…" is what he said but really he's telling them "scruff him up a bit for me, why don't ya?"

"of course, i can't be the best all the time. haechan is just too good, maybe even better than me…" is what he said but really he's telling them "can you remind him where his place should be?"

all the while jeno did nothing to hold him back.

no matter how wrong jaemin is, how much of an asshole he is, jeno will stick by his side through and through. so as much as jaemin is a puppeteer that gets a kick for controlling people, jeno is as much at fault for looking the other way.

because in jeno's perspective, why the fuck would he do shit when he can just get off from the entertainment that comes with jaemin's sweet little mind games?

we lost :(

you had been busy sorting through paperwork for one of your professors in the faculty when your friend texted you the results of the intercollegiate cheer dance competition. a frown paints your face, heart feeling heavy at the bad news.

in all honesty, you still supported the pep squad—you just hated the captain and his boyfriend. they've been practicing non-stop for this and prior to the weeks of the competition, jeno looked a lot more tense and jaemin less smiley than usual. you swore you even saw the latter snap at one of his fangirls.

not to mention, they paid less attention to you, too, and it was the best three weeks of your life.

tension starts rising in your shoulders, fingers absentmindedly running through the edge of the papers you had been sorting until you became immersed with your thoughts.

jaemin must be in the worst mood yet.

and jeno too, probably. if anything, that guy gets triggered the most when something bad happens to jaemin or when he catches snippets of people talking shit about his oh so "perfect" boyfriend.

jeno is a lot scarier when jaemin is in one of his mood swings, you noticed. he steps up in the relationship to offer comfort to the other boy and for outsiders? it isn't a great experience to go through—being on the receiving end of jeno's ice cold stare is a position you don't want to find yourself in after that time in the library.

he is still as much a threat to your peaceful life like his lover.

you snap out of it when the blinding headlights of a vehicle seep through the closed blinds. you hear the gentle hum of an engine switching off as the headlights vanished as quick as they had appeared. that must be the cheer squad's bus.

as you look around the empty faculty room, something in your gut tells you to ditch file sorting duty for professor kim tonight and fucking get the hell out of campus grounds as quick as you can.

after haphazardly throwing the unsorted papers back into the cabinet, you groan aloud when the keys to the office drop out of your skirt’s pocket.

the indoor gym where the cheering squad practices is right across the hallway. you sure as hell don't want to bump into jaemin. or jeno, too, if he had decided to ride along the cheer squad's bus on the way home.

you kept looking for the keys underneath the cubicles, cursing aloud when you heard the telltale squeaks of shoes rubbing against linoleum. you almost hit your head against a table when you quickly got back up your feet, darting forward to shut the lights for the faculty room.

they can't know you're here. alone. and if it meant sitting in the dark for a few hours 'till they leave, meant going back home a little later than usual is what you have to do then so be it.

you try not to react so violently when the door you're leaning on jolts when someone from outside slams their back against it.

"it's not like we didn't do our best, right guys? i don't have regrets. it might sound fucking cheesy and although i'm sad myself, atleast we did what we can."

it's jaemin. his voice clear as day.

you try peaking, craning your neck up from your place on the floor. only to see the back of his head leaning against the glass section of the door. someone else joins in on the conversation, followed by coach park himself, and you slowly tune out whatever they're saying as you stealthily start scanning the faculty room.

you curse under your breath. is there no other exit other than this door? jesus christ! even classrooms in this university had two doors—

"what are you doing here?"

the switch flickers on, basking the once dark room with light. only when you hear an echo of your name being called, did you snap out of it and quickly picked yourself up from the floor.

"i said, what are you doing here?"

their coach asks, drilling the question as he looks at you skeptically with his arms crossed. you try not to look at the people behind him.

particularly, not at his cheer captain standing on his right.

particularly, not at jeno, who stands out like a sore thumb with his blue hair, a protective arm snaked around jaemin’s shoulders.

this isn't your lucky day, too, you guess.

"i was…" you cursed yourself for stuttering. "i was, uhm, i was file sorting for prof—professor kim, sir."

coach park looked like he didn't believe you as he narrowed his eyes in scrutiny. your nerves are going haywire and you can feel the sharp pins of their stare with how close they are.

you kept juggling your weight with the balls of your feet, hands fisting and unfisting behind your back. you want to leave. you have to leave.

"file sorting… in the dark?" he asked incredulously.

fuck this.

"uhm, you can ask professor kim himself tomorrow, coach. for now, uh, i'll be going now. i'm sorry you guys lost…"

originally, the exit is on the right side, at the end of the hallway. but no, you are not going to pass by those two while on your way out so you ducked behind a random student standing on the coach's left instead and practically ran away from the scene.

everyone had been too busy. too busy looking at your retreating form to even notice jaemin and jeno exchanging glances, too busy to notice the latter untangling himself from their captain to slip away unnoticed, his hurried steps filled with a burning purpose.

you didn't know why you ran, but you did. your shoes practically booming against the floor as you sped away through darkened hallways. you're sweating profusely, heart hammering in your chest. you can worry about professor kim tomorrow but right now you just had to—

"why are you in such a rush, pet?"

crashing into jeno felt like crashing into a wall. if it hadn't been for his arm quickly wrapping around your waist, then you would've landed on your butt before him.

with the small distance between the two of you, jeno could see as clear as day through your eyes.

jaemin was right.

it was addicting to stare into them.

especially when he can see every single one of your thoughts flying through your pretty little head. but hey, it wasn't their fault you were so easy to read.

jeno barely conceals the wicked smirk on his lips when your hands come up to his chest, trying to push him away but to no avail.

he can see your eyes shifting from shock, to confusion, until it finally settles on fear—to which it's slowly becoming a favorite emotion of his to see on your face.

"you know, jaemin is in a really shitty mood right now. and we were wondering, maybe you can cheer us up?"

no. this can't be happening.

"jeno, please." your dilated eyes and disheveled hair made his blood run south. "let me go. you don't want me. you don't need a third party in your relationship."

you yelp when he lets you go, literally shoving you against a wall—which you found out is actually a door, as it swings open as soon as your body crashes against it.

with jeno looming unforgivingly before you in his full height, the tears stung extra hard but you won't let them fall.

if he wanted to bask in the image of your weakness then it'll be something you'll deprive from him for as long as you can.

"i don't need a stupid bitch like you to tell me what i feel." he scoffs. "don't fucking kid yourself, you little whore—i don't want you. i'm not jaemin."

the echo of the classroom door shutting closed surged through you like a wake up call.

this is really happening.

you've always led a decent life, had done nothing too questionable and you've always thought maybe life will spare you if you lived quietly enough. but the feel of jeno's freezing hands crawling against your skin felt like life itself had spat at you in the eye and left you to rot in a ditch.

"i've always liked how you wore skirts," he comments. playing with the ruffled hem of the soft fabric as he purposely grazed his knuckles against your supple thighs. "gives me easy access, don't you agree?"

you scream when he flips your skirt up to reveal the innocent pink of your cotton panties. it was as if a switch had flipped inside of you and the will to fight started coursing through your veins.

"stop! jeno! i don't want this!"

his brows furrow, grunting as he struggles to push the waistline of your skirt up higher with how much you're thrashing underneath him. you buck your hips, tried curling in on yourself, anything to prolong what he wants to do to you.

with your legs trapped underneath his, you blindly reach forward, relying on your upper body instead to push and scratch whatever your palms and nails reached.

you continue screaming like a banshee until he shoved two fingers into your wet cavern.

"stop fighting me," he sounded strained, as if he's holding himself back. you feel him fisting the fabric of your skirt and you fear he's simply going to rip it apart.

you tried responding to him, only the sound had been muffled, gurgled by the flat of his fingers pushing down against your tongue mercilessly. when you reach forward to push him away, your hands land on the apple of his cheeks, nails digging through skin.

until it slips and—

you lie rigid when red scratch marks in the size of your fingernails slowly appear on jeno's skin, his head turned to the side as he paused. your actions slowly start sinking in to him as he shuts his eyes and bit his lip 'till it looked like it was about to bleed.

oh no.

"jeno—"

the slap he planted on your cheek left your ears ringing. all those hard earned muscles of his put to good use—if the tears hadn't fallen for the last few minutes, then it definitely started falling now.

the hit had been so strong, a few of your hair flew astray, the buzzing feeling of your skin tempting you to reach a hand up to soothe your abused cheek.

until jeno let out a low growl and your hand immediately drops limp against your body, afraid of whatever else he can do to you other than a slap.

"that's more like it," he whispers under his breath. you let out the tiniest of whimpers when his hand darts forward to fist your hair. "do you know what happens to bad girls? they fucking get busted up. do you understand me?"

his patience is nonexistent.

jeno slams your head against the floor when you don't answer because you thought his question had been rhetorical. it felt like your skull had been split in two as you wail in pain.

"are you fucking deaf—i asked you a fucking question!"

the hand that cups your jaw is painful as he squeezed your cheek with his blunt nails. your hand shoots up to wrap around his wrist, silently pleading for him to let up as you sobbed out loud. you started nodding as best as you can despite his firm grip on your face.

your reply was nothing short of pathetic. with lips forcefully pursed and the steady stream of your tears and snot rolling down your face, your response is gargled and hardly incoherent and jeno seemed to thoroughly enjoy your anguish if the condescending curl on his lips is anything to go by.

"look at you," he whispers, his face coming close to yours as he holds you down. there was something in the way jeno stared so intently that it made your skin crawl.

"i think you're prettiest when ruined like this."

with his nose touching yours, he felt too close, bordering on intimate as you felt his hand creep back up your thighs, trailing up with feather-like touches that made goosebumps appear on your skin.

you tried wiggling your legs underneath him but one sharp look from jeno is enough to make you stop.

the hand holding your face moves. coming down from gripping your face to encircling his hand around your neck.

"do you like it when i touch you? freaky bitch."

his hands trail further up, up, up until you felt him slotting a finger underneath your panties.

jeno didn't like how frozen you were underneath him as he pulls at the hem before letting go. the elastic snapping back against your skin.

the action evokes a strong feeling through the young male, promising to have you writhing and screaming and begging because by the end of all this, you'll be so needy and frustrated that you will have no choice but to give in to what your body wanted.

"jeno, didn't i tell you to play nice?"

someone stands by the door, the minimal light from the hallway creating a silhouette with his form but you knew who he was. that deep voice, with the same annoying flippant tone, is a dead giveaway.

you didn't know why you even hoped in the beginning. as if there'll be someone who can save you from these two.

you thought the flash of hurt in your eyes was quick to disappear but jeno noticed it quicker.

in a span of seconds, he pulled you up from your position from the ground and tugged you towards his lap. you haven't even gotten the time to settle on your new position when he already smashed his lips against yours.

it was messy. too much saliva. too much teeth. no tenderness to it at all.

the fabric of his jeans felt rough, not to mention the ice cold belt buckle made you severely uncomfortable as it seeps through the thin fabric of your skirt.

when you attempt to hover over his lap, jeno grunts as he snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you back down without your lips breaking away from each other. you didn't know why he let out a whine, but you understood the moment you fully sat down on his lap and you felt a tent on his jeans hitting your clothed entrance perfectly.

in a normal circumstance, you would've found everything hot and might've actually gotten off from it but not when it's him who’s doing this to you and you didn’t consent to any of this.

you start squirming again. palms lying flat against jeno's chest as you attempt to push him away and jaemin sees this as the opportune moment to slot himself behind you, caging you in between them.

“i want my turn,” he hisses and without an ounce of hesitation, jeno stops to do what he's told.

jaemin doesn't waste any second to grab your face, awkwardly craning your neck up to meet his lips in the same feverish kiss.

while jeno had been all teeth and aggression, practically forcing you to open your mouth and kiss him back, jaemin on the other hand is more soft, more romantic, you daresay. he seemed to like taking his sweet time by clutching your face, kissing you like he actually meant it.

he pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against yours as he murmurs something incoherent under his breath and then he's kissing you again.

you think you heard something along the lines of, "finally."

you've been too distracted by jaemin to notice jeno's nimble fingers quickly fumbling with the buttons of your blouse. it was only when you feel the sensation of his tongue laving against the swell of your breast did you turn away from jaemin, jerking backward in surprise.

"no—!"

your scream is cut off by a hand cupping your mouth. jaemin pulls your back towards his chest, molding your body against his as jeno licked and suckled all he wanted, thankful to have the other boy there to not worry about restraining you and keeping you quiet while he has his fun.

"ah, ah, ah," jaemin teases, going hard over the pleading and teary look you sent his way. it looked pathetic, he wasn't going to lie, but it doesn't mean he didn't love it. "just keep still and appreciate jeno's efforts to take care of you, alright baby?"

you don't like how he talked as if this was all a mutual thing, how he talked slowly like you were some toddler who didn't understand anything.

it's cruel how jaemin giggled and basked in your vulnerable state as he kept his eyes pinned on you while undoing the zipper of your skirt. your muffled cries of his name only serving to egg him on.

the way he stared was similar to jeno, too intently and intrusive, like he wants to burn your image of despair in the back of his head.

you whined involuntarily when jeno got bored of all the licking and thus decided to start biting and nipping at your chest instead. he was hypnotised by how responsive you were, how every little bite and nibble made you shudder.

it was a shame that jaemin had to cover your mouth. he didn't get to hear your pretty mewls but it wasn't as if he'd let the night end without hearing them loud and clear.

jaemin is fast in undressing you, feeling slightly betrayed by how quick your skirt and blouse fell under his hands.

you know what he wants, what he's going to do, and the tears fall harder when you can't dodge away from him. forced to endure and accept whatever they give you.

"you act like you don't like it but look how fucking wet you are," you bit your lip hard when jaemin starts circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, fascinated by how more juices streamed down your thighs.

"jeno, do you see this? fuck."

you can only blink in defeat, staring off to the side as you force down any noise bubbling up your throat, forcing yourself to think of anything else other than what's happening right now.

you try not to think about how they managed to tear all of your clothes off while they're left completely dressed. tried not to think about the fingers lazily drawing up and down your slit to collect your essence.

if they're doing this as a way to further humiliate you, it's working.

"slut," jeno mocked, a wicked curl on his lips when he wraps his fingers around your throat. the moment he dives down to claim your lips again is the same time jaemin pushes two fingers inside you.

"look at how wet you are because of me," jaemin whispers hot against your ear and you feel a sick churn in your stomach when you feel his smile against your skin.

he purposely drives his fingers in and out quicker, settjng a brutal pace, wanting you to hear the lewd squelching sounds. "hear that? do you hear that, darling? that's because of me—"

"don't go talking big now, jaem," jeno retorts, pulling away from your lips to start nibbling on the back of your ear. "i was here first. did you see how she fucking reacted when i sucked on her tits?"

you're quick to catch how jeno particularly loved degrading you. but how he talks about you as if you're literally not in front of him naked made you hit a new all-time low.

you felt… filthy.

his hands find purchase on your butt—only because jaemin has already claimed the front. for now.

you close your eyes tight when he painfully squeezes the flesh of your ass. you swear, his blunt nails will paint your skin black and blue.

"i'm the favorite!"

as someone who's part of a varsity team, you already knew a competitive nature runs through jaemin's veins. but never had you thought jeno would share the same sentiment. once again they prove that they're cut from the same cloth.

all of a sudden it wasn't all about claiming you as theirs anymore rather it was all about who can make you moan the loudest, who can make you cum the most, who can make you feel the dirtiest you can be.

you're absolutely terrified for the hours to come.

thankfully, they have yet to ask for your verbal opinion or validation. they let your body do all the talking—every repressed shudder and sharp gasp is enough.

but it's game over once they pop the million dollar question.

"who do you like best?"

you don't want to find out the consequences if you actually answered their question because you didn't know what could be worse.

jaemin's manipulation or jeno's aggression?

but it was all normal. trial and error is inevitable in order to build and mold you into the ideal lover for the both of them.

because adding someone new to the mix has never been easy—after all, three's a crowd.

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This is the testimony of Filip Muller, a Jewish prisoner in Auschwitz assigned to work as a slave laborer in the gas chambers (in the Sonderkommando), as recounted/printed in pages 224-226 of A History of the Holocaust by Yehuda Bauer. I was skimming the first time I read this account, but it burned itself into my brain immediately. It’s never far from my thoughts when I think about what it meant to be a woman in the Holocaust, and what it meant to resist.

Because the below excerpt very frankly discusses the gas/death chambers and people’s behavior inside of them, I have put it all under a cut.

I can’t appropriately judge how distressing you all may find this, as I long ago had to learn to compartmentalize my emotional responses to this sort of material if I was to get my work done. Please PLEASE proceed with caution and if in doubt, DO NOT READ.

If you choose to proceed, but also kind of don’t want to, I have bolded the specific part of the testimony which made me think “holy shit these women are remarkable beyond words.”

And now, Muller’s testimony:

“Now, when I watched my fellow countrymen walk into the gas chamber, brave, proud and determined, I asked myself what sort of life it would be for me in the unlikely event of my getting out of the camp alive. What would await me if I returned to my native town?...I had never yet contemplated the possibility of taking my own life, but now I was determined to share the fate of my countrymen.

In the great confusion near the door I managed to mingle with the pushing and shoving crowd of people who were being driven into the gas chamber. Quickly I ran to the back and stood behind one of the concrete pillars. I thought that here I would remain undiscovered until the gas chamber was full, when it would be locked. Until then I must try to remain unnoticed. I was overcome by a feeling of indifference: everything had become meaningless. Even the thought of a painful death from Zyclon B gas, whose effect I of all people knew only too well, no longer filled me with fear and horror. I faced my fate with composure.

Inside the gas chamber…there was only weeping and sobbing. People, their faces smashed and bleeding, were still streaming through the door, driven by blows and goaded by vicious dogs. Desperate children who had become separated from their parents in the scramble were rushing around calling for them...The atmosphere in the dimly lit gas chamber was tense and depressing. Death had come menacingly close. It was only minutes away. No memory, no trace of any of us would remain. Once more people embraced. Parents were hugging their children so violently that it almost broke my heart.

Suddenly a few girls, naked and in the full bloom of youth, came up to me. They stood in front of me without a word, gazing at me deep in thought and shaking their heads uncomprehendingly. At last one of them plucked up courage and spoke to me: "We understand that you have chosen to die with us of your own free will, and we have come to tell you that we think your decision pointless: for it helps no one.” She went on: "We must die, but you still have a chance to save your life. You have to return to the camp, and tell everybody about our last hours,” she commanded. "You have to explain to them that they must free themselves from any illusions. They ought to fight, that’s better than dying here helplessly. It’ll be easier for them, since they have no children. As for you, perhaps you’ll survive this terrible tragedy and then you must tell everybody what happened to you. One more thing,” she went on, "you can do me one last favor: this gold chain around my neck: when I’m dead, take it off and give it to my boyfriend Sasha. He works in the bakery. Remember me to him. Say ’love from Yana.’ When it’s all over, you’ll find me here.” She pointed at a place next to the concrete pillar where I was standing. Those were her last words.

I was surprised and strangely moved by her cool and calm detachment in the face of death, and also by her sweetness. Before I could make an answer to her spirited speech, the girls took hold of me and dragged me protesting to the door of the gas chamber. There they gave me a last push which made me land bang in the middle of the group of SS men.

Kurschuss was the first to recognize me and at once set about me with his truncheon. I fell to the floor, stood up and was knocked down by a blow from his fist. As I stood on my feet for the third time or fourth time, Kurschuss yelled at me: "You bloody shit, get it into your stupid head: we decide how long you stay alive and when you die, and not you. Now piss off to the ovens!" Then he socked me viciously in the face so that I reeled against the lift door.

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Hooked On Your Feelings - Prologue (FWB! Tom x Reader)

Warnings: Some angst, language, eventual smut in future chapters, fluff

Word Count: 2570

Summary: After a bad breakup, making an agreement with your womanizing neighbor, Tom to be friends with added benefits and no strings attached seemed like the perfect idea. Until things become messy, emotions caused your agreement to crumble.

A/N: So I’m starting a new series! I always wanted to do this trope for Tom and I’m realllllly excited for this series! I’m not completely sure how long it will be as of right now, most likely between 8-10 chapters. So if you want to be added to the taglist, please DM me! I hope you all enjoy the prologue and can’t wait to hear your thoughts on it! (Also credit to @osterfield-holland-andcompany for this amazing ass mood board I made her too..I’m obsessed!) Thank you xx -N

“Get out!” you screamed as you shoved your now ex-boyfriend out the front door of your apartment. You knew the walls were thin but you didn’t care. You were so completely filled with rage and your body was vibrating as you flung his pants at him, “Get the hell out, Justin!” you shouted again.

Justin flinched as the door swung open and he stumbled out the front door, still in his boxers. The anger in your eyes made your pupils black while he grabbed his pants and rolled his eyes at you, “Will you just let me explain, Y/N?” he tried to speak but you cut him off with a dry and sarcastic laugh.

“No. The conversation is over,” you snapped at him, taking another deep breath to try and pull yourself together. You felt yourself fighting back the tears because you didn’t want him to see you cry. Not again, anyway.

Watching as Justin stumbled down the stairs, you stood at the top completely and utterly overcome with your anger you barely recognized your voice. But you knew you had every right to be mad. You couldn’t excuse his behavior and you were done defending him. You knew you deserved better than the shit he was putting you through. It was enough and now you were letting it all pour out as he was practically falling down the stairs.

You grabbed the shoe he had dropped on his way out the door and aimed it right towards his head, missing and making a loud thud against the wall behind him. You probably just woke up the entire floor but you didn’t care right now. Forming a fist, you refrained from punching the door as you finally lost it, “Don’t call me! Don’t even walk down the same street as me anymore, do you hear me? You conniving son of a bitch!” your voice bounced off the walls with an echo as you watched Justin exit your life through the elevator, still with his pants in his hand.

You couldn’t help yourself as you flipped off the closing doors while you let out the breath you were holding in. Your chin began to tremble as you tried to stop yourself immediately. He wasn’t worth it, you thought to yourself. You should be proud of getting rid of him. Especially after what he had done to you.

Just as you were heading back into your apartment before anyone realized you were the cause for the commotion, your neighbor’s door flew open and made you jump when you saw his familiar face meet yours from across the hall. You saw his smile as he noticed you and you knew what that meant, you just weren’t in the mood right now to assist in his little escapade.

“Y/N! Oh, I thought I heard your voice out here,” your neighbor from 3B made his way over to you with bare feet, brown curls a mess, with his grey sweatpants resting low on his hips as his bare chest was revealed to the entire floor, “Thank god! I need your help with this chick inside who is talking about meeting her family this weekend and I’ve known her for...three hours,” he cringed as he carefully tip-toed his way over towards you.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes because this was a regular thing for him, even if it wasn’t your business. But he was a friend of yours, in a neighborly way at least, so at some point you made it your business.

“No,” you scolded him as you shook your head. You tried to hold in your laugh at the desperate look on his face but you couldn’t help, “Not tonight, Tom. No! C’mon, seriously? No!” you warned as he began to give you puppy dog eyes to try and convince you otherwise.

Tom pressed his palms together and pressed them to his chest, praying for your assistance, “Please, Y/N! I owe you so much if you help me out and this is the last time, I swear,” he paused for a moment when he realized you were standing by your door this late at night and you looked as if you had gone through hell. His lips tightened as he suddenly grew concerned, “Wait, what are you doing out here right now?” he questioned.

You sighed as you pinched the bridge of your nose, “Um...I sorta caught Justin sleeping with his co-worker so I was just kicking him out, sorry,” you don’t know why you apologized for it but you knew you didn’t want Tom or anyone for that matter to see you when you were this visibly upset.

“He did what?! Fuck...Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Tom said as he offered you a hug, pulling you into his bare arms while he tried to make you feel a little bit better, “That guy was a fucking prick and I never really liked him anyway,” he told you, making you laugh through your tears while you pulled away with a small smile showing.

Running a hand through his curls to smooth them over, Tom squeezed your shoulder playfully, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m probably a bigger mess than you right now,” he told you as he cringed at what was waiting for him back in his apartment.

“No, you have a bigger mess than me,” you corrected with another eye roll. Quickly wiping your tears away you placed a hand on your hip while taking another breath towards Tom and his stupidity, “If I do this, you owe me big time,” you sighed.

Tom was a good guy but the decisions he sometimes made were, to say the least, questionable. You didn’t know too much about his personal life but just enough to come to the realization that he couldn’t commit to much of anything. He was always bringing random girls home, roommates came and went, and he had a tendency to flake on tenant meetings at the last minute.

There was no question that he wasn’t looking to settle down, you never once saw him with the same girl more than once and that was none of your business nor concern. Tom was a good neighbor to you. He watered your plants for you while you were out of town visiting your family, he kept his music down to an appropriate volume, he would even bring you pizza on occasion to eat together while you gossiped about the other tenants on your floor. And sometimes in return, he would ask for favors like bailing him out of sticky situations that you tried not to judge too harshly.

Letting out a sigh of relief, Tom gave you another hug with a kiss against your cheek, “I will owe you for fucking life, Y/N,” he thanked you as he waited for you to head into his apartment to do what he clearly was too afraid to do himself. Letting girls off bluntly was something he was never good at. Then again, that was a whole other issue he didn’t want to think about.

Tom followed you into his place as you glared at him when you saw all of the clothes strewn across the living room floor. Making a face at the boxers on the ground you shuddered at the thought of what the hell went down in this apartment as you watched Tom nod towards his bedroom signaling that she was in there.

Nodding your head you rolled your eyes before you got yourself into your character. Seconds later, you whipped around and channeled your anger towards Tom as you slammed his door shut, “Save it, Tom! I won’t hear it! I come home after taking a double shift for us and this is what I come home to?!”

Tom gave you a thumbs up that you were doing a good job as you slammed your fist against the nearby counter, “I just spent fourteen hours stripping to pay your way through law school so we could afford a better place to live and this is the thanks that I get? You fucking some random girl?!” you shouted while you shook your head towards Tom with a shrug.

“Woah, nice touch. I love the story line this time,” Tom whispered with an approving smile as he pointed towards the bedroom door, signaling for you to go and get rid of her.

You stormed into the bedroom, already seeing the girl scurrying to find her shoes, “Oh god! Please, I’m so sorry,” she pleaded as her red hair swung back and forth while she adjusted her sequin cocktail dress. Limping through the threshold of the door she couldn’t even look at you or Tom as her face grew red, “I had no idea that he-”

“That he what? Was married? Was cheating on his wife of seven years? You still want this son of a bitch?” you asked the girl who shook her head ‘no’ nervously, “The both of you need to leave! Get out!” you pointed towards the door as you focused on Tom.

Tom apologized to the girl as she practically ran out the door before he turned to you, “Darling, please let me explain! Think of the children!” he begged you as he still noticed the girl was in earshot.

“I want a divorce and I’m taking both the kids! You won’t have two pennies to rub together by the time I’m done, Thomas! Do you hear me? I can’t believe you would-”

“She’s gone,” Tom cheered silently as his door finally closed with a sigh of relief. He rushed to the fridge to grab two beers as he made his way over to you, “Both the kids? Really?” he teased while he clinked his bottle up against yours.

Giving him a shrug, you brought the beer to your lips as you collapsed onto his couch, “Well if you kept your dick in your pants for once maybe you wouldn’t have to ask your neighbor to make up such elaborate lies on the fly to kick girls out of your apartment,” you teased right back as Tom took a seat right next to you with a pout on his face, “Am I wrong?” you questioned him with a giggle.

“Well, technically, no. But then, where’s the fun in that?” he laughed as he took another sip. Trying to figure out why he even did half of the shit he did anymore. He knew there wasn’t any fun in any of it. Not anymore, anyway. It made no sense, especially if he wasn’t getting anything out of these situations except drama. And he hated the drama of it all.

You made a face at Tom, “I guess no more fun than watching the guy you were in love with make out with his co-worker,” you stare at the bottom of your bottle, letting the alcohol swirl around your brain as you tried to push away those thoughts. You didn’t want to think about Justin again. It was still fresh but you weren’t ready to move on just yet.

“Guess we both should be alone for a while, huh?” Tom stated as he slumped further into the couch. Downing his beer as he set it aside on the table. This feeling was beginning to come more often than not with Tom after he dismissed one of his...conquests. He didn’t like it anymore because it was suddenly beginning to make him feel like this but he kept doing it anyway in hopes it would go away. But so far it only got worse as the nights rolled in and you came by to kick out more of them. He was lucky you were here because he didn’t feel like being alone right now.

The room fell still as the two of you remained on the couch in silence for a bit. Trying to blur out the events that had taken place earlier with Justin, you finished your drink and placed it beside Tom’s. You knew you wanted something serious and Justin was not that, even though you knew he was going to be trouble from the get go. You knew perfectly well what you needed but maybe you just needed some time for you right now and not to jump in to things that were going to be messy. You wanted numbness but at the same time you wanted to feel something that you hadn’t yet.

Turning your head to face Tom, your eyes met his in the dimly lit living room. The muted TV gave off the only illumination while you both remained there in your tipsy states, trying to figure out where both of your nights had gone wrong.

“I really don’t want to be alone,” you finally broke the silence as you stared into his eyes before they flickered towards his bare chest, back to his eyes slowly.

Tom swallowed as he shook his head, “Me either,” he agreed in the same tone. He noticed you were looking at him and more importantly the way you were looking, but he found himself not minding at all as his eyebrows raised up a bit when your lips crashed into his.

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