#or even a 'it's dangerous to try and really connect with someone' fatality! !!!!

[splitster]

answering MORE asks!!

featuring: pom wraith au, ✨discovered secrets✨, character motivations and more! check it out! ↓↓

now THAT's a question... it VERY much depends on the story!! it could range from immediately supportive, to shocked confusion, to terrified repulsion-- i've made art for a few different ideas... but ultimately it depends on how close they are (and the circumstances under which she's revealed)

Dingo's loyalties are going to lie with the rescue corps. he's been there for a while, and he's friends with his coworkers. he especially has loyalties towards Yonny and Shepherd (one being his childhood friend, and the other his captain that he's grown to tremendously respect). so if he thinks that his crewmates and his friends are going to be endangered, he'll always side with them first! so hopefully whenever Pom is revealed, he'll realize Pom isn't a threat!!

i think he'd be prone to accepting Pom's secret, especially if they've started becoming friends. maybe she has to protect him out on the field (dumbass tried to show off and it backfired), and she gets hurt in a way that reveals she's not human. maybe Dingo encounters Pom accidentally when she's in her full wraith form, and he's entasked by the rescue corps with monitoring this "Rose Wraith" to make sure it's not a danger to their mission, and at some point he realizes the Rose Wraith and their new recruit are one and the same. there's a lot of possibilities!

they're fun to think about... i do want to pick an idea to flesh out with art or maybe some writing hehe!!

i will admit i've never looked too hard into that particular theory, so it's not something i had or will have in mind when making this au... there's certainly something very mysterious about the planet that neither the crew nor Pom understands. there's a strange connection between the planet PNF404 and the wraiths too!

she can't shrink her core that much, so it'd have to be something that can fit a ball in it. otherwise yeah i guess she could just recreate gmod prop hunt💖

OHOHHOHOHO its funny you ask this, i literally have a comic drafted about this exact scenario

you'll see parts of this in the comic i'm making, but think about it from Pom's perspective: humanoids are really weak, squishy things. they can die from the silliest things! if they get stabbed they'll die, if they hit their head too hard they die, they can't even lose limbs without being at threat of dying. compare that to Pom as a wraith -- the only thing that's fatal to her is her core getting shattered. she's way tougher than the others, and she doesn't have a good frame of reference for what IS fatal to humanoids because they seem to be able to die from anything...

so when Dingo gets hurt out on the field, she'd freak out thinking Dingo is straight up dying. if they're close enough, she'll sacrifice her cover as a regular person and go wraith mode to save him from any further damage. she asks him over and over if he's dying, and when he says no she'll ask if he's lying. she's panicking! when she's dragging him back to the ship and when the adrenaline wears off, she might get teary eyed. she genuinely thought she was about to lose her crewmate... someone she'd started to consider a friend. she's never had anyone to lose before and it's a very scary feeling!

there are a LOT of really good questions here!! i can't fully dive into everything here or else i'd end up writing a novel but i will try!!!

pom is a VERY simple creature at first. i haven't decided on which planet she grew up on -- probably a random civilized colony -- but she grew up on the fringes of society. she's always been an observer and in the background; she's experienced enough to loosely know how to fit in, but a lot of social nuances are lost to her because of her inexperience.

but (unfortunately) there's some shit you have to do if you want to engage in society, one of which is make money. if you want a place to live you gotta make some dough, and through some fortunate coincidences she happens upon the rescue corps recruiting advertisements. one thing leads to another, she ends up training and eventually recruited as a new officer. whoever was supposed to background check her clearly was sleeping on the job, because a simple Space Google would've revealed her listed home planet of Karut to be fake (when they asked where she was from she panicked and said carrot💖)

pom has spent so much of her life simply drifting on the outskirts of a civilization she doesn't belong to. she doesn't realize (until she has friends to lose) that she was very much lonely. when she's on the rescue mission she comes to understand herself and what she wants a lot better, but that also precariously places her right on the edge of tragedy because now there's stakes if her secret is found out

she might be learning more about humans every day, but ultimately they're still a mystery. there are so many nasty potential outcomes if her secret is found out, ranging from being outcasted to a worst case scenario where they attack her or experiment on her indefinitely. she's never had anything to lose before, so now that she does she's terrified of the possibility!

realistically, if pom's secret was found out in the middle of a mission, i think most of them would be concerned but ultimately accepting. their new recruit is just a little gooey, but that's okay! she's still a star officer, and they couldn't execute this rescue without her! (shepherd is terrified of Creatures though so she'd take a while to warm up. yonny however is already chomping at the bit to experiment on her)

however... if they thought wraith pom might've replaced their original recruit, that'd go horribly. imagine being shepherd -- she'd think that the new recruit she spotted at training camp DIED, and was replaced by a gooey abomination at some point during this rescue mission. that's terrifying to think about, they don't know anything at all about what pom is so they might fear the others being picked off and replaced, or any amount of other awful things.

likewise, if they realize wraith pom has a connection to this planet (and to the other wraiths), they might suspect she's trying to tear them apart from the inside. pom is a complete unknown, and that's a scary thing! so ultimately their reactions depend on the circumstances of how she's revealed

thank you!! i already talked a little about everyone else, but captain Olimar is an interesting one. if you consider strictly the canon of pikmin 4, then he would simply be curious. he's never met an alien creature with the same level of sentience as him, and you KNOW he'd be taking writing and taking notes on her lol

however, if you consider a slight deviation from canon where olimar had a run in with the plasm wraith, his reaction would be WAY different. wraiths have a certain unsettling aura to them (it's how wraiths can sense other wraiths nearby), and if olimar spent an extended amount of time around the plasm he probably would've picked up on that sense. the first time he sees pom exposed, even if its just her partial form, that horrible awful sensation would prickle the back of his mind. she feels like the plasm, and that would be terrifying and AWFUL. olimar is a very kind man, but he's not about to subject himself to any more trauma (or endanger the nice rescue corps folk who saved him), so he'd spearhead the effort to contain pom (with the intention of ousting her back whence she came)

THANK YOU!! please hold pom like a hamburger. she'd just stare at you with that blank ass expression

my life long crusade to draw all pikmin characters screaming...

THANK you!! i love those silly cartoon people

PNF-404 is basically like a buffet to her with all the creatures she can eat for biomass. she can control her size but this is a funny thought

"There was a terrible accident with the ships miniatizer... I flipped the m to w and now I'm big...."

oh hi!! uh i've never used fire alpaca, I used Paint Tool Sai for the longest time before switching to Procreate. I also sometimes use clip paint studio but Procreate is my go-to art program!

i could make a FAQ but i don't know what i'd put there HLIHAIERHA i don't have too many frequently asked questions

thank you for reading this far!! i also appreciate everyone sending in asks💖, I try to read all of them even if I can't get to them right away. I'll get through them all... slowly...

#pikmin #pom wraith au #modask #modpost #thank you for all the asks!! 💖

[locklyle1kanij]

I’m gonna make a list of my fav Lockwood and co fics in the hope that someone will see this list then reblog it and say “wow good choices! You should really check out this fic!”

(PLEASE I NEED FICS) (Warning these are basically all mainly Locklyle fics just letting you know)

(okay obviously we need Policy 8 on this list!)

“Policy 8” written by by: The_Biscuit_Agreement

Ongoing

Plot Summary :

Policy 8 was established in the hope of encouraging the birth of increasingly powerful agents. All agents 18 and over must accept the marriages DEPRAC assigns them. Agents between the ages of 16-18 can volunteer to enter the programme or else be forced into it due to minor illegal behaviour.
Lucy Carlyle volunteered. Anthony Lockwood was forced. In an effort to protect the two teenagers from being turned into pawns in the games of the rich and powerful, Barnes ensures Lucy and Lockwood are married. But just because they aren't stuck as pawns, doesn't mean the teenagers aren't forced into the same dangerous games.

“As London Burns” written by: ScienceFantasy93

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

An AU About locklyle in the middle of world war two with Lockwood fighting as a RAF pilot and with Lucy as a news reporter. (very angsty) (idk what else to say about it tbh… BUT I LOVE THIS FIC!)

“The bones of our past written” by: moon2pluto

Finished (but has a sequel that’s ongoing)

Plot Summary:

Just a few months after the destruction of the bone mirror, the team of Lockwood & Co. has another big case to tackle:
When Lucy gets a letter from her little sister, begging her to come back and help her with a haunting doomed to kill them, she doesn't need long to make a decision, and neither George nor Lockwood are going to let her face this alone. To not get any unwanted attention in her hometown, Lucy and Lockwood agree to take a closer look disguised as a couple while George is busy researching. But when the haunting turns out to run much deeper and wilder than any of them thought, and other players enter the game, one question arises: Will Lockwood & Co. also make it out of this case unscathed?

(This one’s my all time favourite)

“The hidden archive” written by: BrooklynBooks

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Ghost possession doesn't happen often, but fatality rates are high. Even if an agent does survive, there are the aftereffects to worry about. After surviving a possession, Lucy Carlyle struggles with recovery, delving ever deeper into the memories of Visitors and, in the process, stumbling into the world of blackmarket Sources. Meanwhile, George Karim races to learn the truth behind ghost possession in order to protect Lucy and save future agents. And Anthony Lockwood must face his own past with the London underworld if he wants to save his friends and himself.

“Connections” written by: The_Biscuit_Agreement (I’m sorry i’m so obsessed with their fics lol)

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Lockwood forms a psychic link with a dead young agent and the group try to use it to work out how the agent died with disastrous consequences.

“Crushed” written by: itripandfallalot, Salvoirfaire

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

A bad case and broken leg leave Lucy no choice but to return to Portland Row until she recovers. Lockwood is definitely not using this as an opportunity to persuade her to come back for good, because that would be unfair. And he never plays dirty.

“Because everything is the same until, very suddenly, it isn’t” written by: Netflixcapricorn

Finished

Plot Summary:

What happens when the only way out of this mess is a fake marriage?

(Here’s a warning, extremely angsty)

“Lucy takes the long way home” written by: agents_cxrter

Finished

Plot Summary:

Lucy might have left Lockwood and Co, but she can't get Lockwood out of her system.

(So many annoying emotions in this one like WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!!?!)

“This is going to end badly” written by: The_Biscuit_Agreement

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

When Fittes Agent Lucy Carlyle is cornered by relic-men alone in the woods, she is rescued by an unlikely source: Anthony Lockwood, run-away and relic-man. When Fittes gets tasked with trying to track the young man down, Lucy finds herself in an interesting position.

“Perfectly Incandescently Happy” written by: OceanSpray5

Finished

Plot Summary:

After the death of her best friend, Ms Lucy Carlyle is given the opportunity to be sponsored for the 1815 London season by Norrie's aunt. Instantly compared to the Diamond due to their astonishingly similar looks, she befriends Lord Lockwood quite unexpectedly yet is left wondering if she was a fool for believing he'd look twice at a mere country girl.

(This fic is literally the cutest thing to exist… if you exclude the angst lollll)

“No One Cares About The Nightwatch” Written by: Nomolosk

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Lucy Carlyle is a Listener, a failed agent, a runaway, and now works the nightwatch in London. One might think her life a failure from start to last- but Lucy has goals. She will get a grade four certificate, and reapply to all the best agencies, and her life will get immeasurably better.

However, firsthand experience of the treatment most people give the nightwatch, and a chance encounter with Lockwood and Co. have her reevaluating those goals... maybe she can do some good before she moves on...

“The Injury of Finally Knowing You” written by: booknerds_unite

Ongoing

Plot Summary:

Anthony Lockwood, the only surviving male monarch from the Lockwood line, has six months to find a wife or Parliament will make a case to keep him from the throne. Lucy Carlyle has just arrived at the palace to work as a maid and to escape her horrific mother. They were never supposed to meet.
On the night of Lockwood's birthday celebration, their paths cross and nothing will ever be the same.

“What lies between the lines” written by: The_Biscuit_Agreement

Ongoing

Plot Summary

When she arrived in London, Lucy Carlyle took up a job at the British Archives, spending her days determining which love letters, suicide notes and other collected paperwork could one day produce a visitor. It's a taxing job, made easier by king archivists and the presence of young agents doing research nearby. As Lucy becomes close with some of these young agents, she starts to receive love letters herself and finds herself using her under-utilised talents to try to work out who might be behind the notes.

(at this point just go through all of The_Biscuit_Agreement fics tbh… There all perfection)

(okay i’ve read a ton more really good Lockwood and Co fics but i feel lazy now so maybe i’ll post a part two of fic recs later)

#lockwood and co #fic recs #locklyle #lucy carlyle #anthony lockwood #save lockwood and co #lockwood & co #lockwood and lucy #george cubbins #george karim #ao3 #part 2 soon? #please give me recs!! #i hope this helps someone

[noah-shin]

How would Rui feel when you instinctly try to protect him from a danger after being distanced from him so long. Does he think he won you over and how he acts afterwords? +

I will be glad if you talk about how all these months went between Rui and reader and how many months it took yn to accept and realize everything

Sure, I would love to. I actually focused more on what happened during that 1 year between yn and Rui. Not much on the protective side of yn as I feel she will not survive a fatal attack after saving Rui. I hope you will enjoy it. Requests are allowed

Here's the one shot

Wc: 799

It's been 1 year since you have been captivated by Rui. A lot of things have changed. In these months you have understood there's no way to ignore Rui when he's the only person you have close to you. You remained submissive remembering the last time you snapped at him and got your legs twisted in the wrong way. Moreover everything you need can be fulfilled by him and you need to just give him your love. He brings books and trinkets and other things from the village to decrease your boredom when he's not with you. He loves seeing you cook even though he doesn't eat any of that and likes you reading stories to him while he stares at your face. He is a simple demon who only finds joy in staring at you. You could just breathe and he will praise you for being the best sister. Rui will sometimes remind you of your dead family just to get a high out of you and hold you in his arm overprotectively when you're succumbed in your misery.

He stays the whole day cuddling with you and holding you since he can't go outside anyway. You used to shiver but still let him hold you in fear of getting hurt.

But nowadays it has become an everyday mutual thing. It's even more unsettling when he actually doesn't hold you when you should actually be happy with that. Your eyes lingers to see his figure when you wake up at night and find him eating a person in another room.

You often find yourself leaning your head against his shoulder resting while seeing the moon. You don't talk much considering saying anything about any other person will make him mad, besides you don't need to think about others anyway. You make flower crowns and matching clothes for him. You don't have much to do anyway. You both wear matching kimonos because it makes him feel more connected. There are days where you actually find yourself loving his warm hold around you and think whatever happened was for the good.

You were laying on Rui's chest on the rooftop of his house busking in the moonlight. Rui patted your head occasionally and said " with you oneesan I can remember my past life little by little. It's subtle but still there" you looked at him curiously " So what did you remember?"

" I looked very ill in my memories. It was like happiness was sucked out of my life. Everything looked colorless until you arrived.You bathed my whole world with colors" You exclaimed hearing his words" Really? You must have your present with your past "" It can happen. Besides you're the only one I think about these days anyway"

You hummed almost falling asleep when Rui sat up abruptly and you flinched " hey! What happened? "

He replied " Someone is here" before you can ask who it is, you can feel a dread overcoming your body and you hugged Rui tightly. Before you or Rui could even process anything, blood started dripping down your arm. You looked at your bloodied hand and let out a blood curdling scream in pain. Rui hugged your bloodied body in his arms as he saw a demon slayer standing meters away now cowering in fear seeing the look in Rui's eyes. In one motion Rui killed that slayer with his threads and looked at you " Nooo, oneesan stay with me. I can't live without you. " He cried out in anguish. As lights were fading from your eyes you caressed his face. Finding no way Rui accepted his fate

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You were looking at the dead person under you from the tree branch. As you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned back." Owh Rui, our feast is ready. Shall we start? " You said as your feet dangled in the air. Your feet were so different, the way they were twisted when you were alive never changed. Your heels were at the front and fingers on the back. There was a big scar visible on your hand which spread through your body looking like an artwork. Your hair was completely different from that of Rui being red.

Rui nodded at your word holding you in his arms as he landed on the ground. You both dug your teeth on the flesh of those dead people. Rui hold your hand and said " Making you a demon was a good choice I guess"

#yandere demon slayer #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere rui #kny x reader #yandere kny #yandere anime #rui demon slayer #demon slayer rui x reader #yandere demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #yandere #yandere x reader #kny rui #kimetsu no yaiba #yandere x you #male yandere #platonic yandere #obsessive love #yandere x female reader #demon slayer #demon slayer fandom #yandere drabble #asks and replies

[poordeadsejanus]

lets talk colours of roses that coryo has/wears + the little bonus symbolic rose that is tigris:

okay, so reaping day he's wearing a red rose. red roses are classic and pretty much the first colour you think when you imagine roses. they symbolize love and courage -- coryo gets physical representations of love from his family on a day that he's supposed to bring home money that will help them get out of poverty (tigris altering the shirt and the grandma'am giving a rose). the courage part of it is interesting to me because while he doesn't know it at the start, very quickly into the day, he's going to need some to get through the rest of it (and to figure out how to move on without a prize he was essentially guaranteed). [more under the cut]

red on its own -- just the colour symbolizes passion and strength; again, 2 things coryo needs to get through the day and figure out his plan going forward. it also symbolizes danger. and it's the first rose we see on him. roses in-universe become synonymous with president snow, someone very dangerous. so, to show us a red rose on him from the jump is just a reminder of said danger. something we might be liable to forget; after all, how could something so pretty mean danger? (+ with it being the first colour rose on him, perhaps it symbolizes the danger to come -- especially with which roses are directly involved: connecting with lucy gray, which proves to be dangerous for coryo and nearly fatal for her [or actually fatal, depending on your interpretation of the ending])

the next rose we see with/on him is the white one. white roses symbolize new love and loyalty -- one of which he is trying to subtly show her (loyalty, to help her survive the games), the other is something he isn't intending, but happens nonetheless: new love. he's taken by her from the moment he sees her, and in person it is just the same.

white on its own symbolizes hope and innocence. and again we have the conscious/unconscious thing at play here again. consciously he wants her to feel hopeful and motivated to win/try so that he can get the prize to which he feels entitled. subconsciously, he's portraying an air of innocence: like he really just wants to help her, he's surely not doing this for his own benefit! (+ all the things he thinks/says/does that shows the complete opposite of innocence to her, about her, and just in general). the colour white also symbolizes coldness. the connection here is pretty obvious to me: none of his in-book thoughts have much, if any, warmth to them, translated slightly into the movie (though i think the movie does a lot more to make him sympathetic, but that's another story). then, once he's president snow (and even before that, when he takes the turn to becoming the real hardened, twisted, villain that he is near the end of the movie), coldness is just a given in regard to his personality. cold... almost like.... snow.... and not the "pure as the driven" kind of snow, if you catch my drift.

to me, this white rose is him (both consciously and subconsciously) him trying to prove his trust and reliability. inherent romance of roses aside, this is the only thing he has to give her, something that means so much to him -- though she doesn't know this. she also doesn't know the danger he will pose to her. there's a little bit of foreshadowing at play here because again, how can something so gorgeous be dangerous.

(kind of an aside here, but the parallel between coryo giving lucy gray the white rose almost like an olive branch and symbol of his positive intentions with her versus the white rose(s) being left for katniss in mockingjay pt. 1 to show his ever-present surveillance and his undying power makes me sick to my stomach...)

yeah.....

(hey! don't worry about how similar the positioning is between katniss and coryo in these pics vs. the emotion behind them!!! best not to even think about it at all!)

okay! day 1 of the games and the next rose! this time it's kind of a yellowish-orange. (i can't really tell if it is truly yellow or orange, it kind of looks like both depending on the lighting, so i'll give a brief rundown of both colours). yellow roses symbolize friendship (which he wants to show to lucy gray, not that she even sees this rose, but it gives away a bit of his thought processes) and energy (something he will most certainly need for the process of the games. orange roses symbolize high energy and general positivity -- again, something he'll need to win the games.

yellow on its own symbolizes positivity and orange is optimism and enthusiasm. these two colours also have pretty negative meanings attached to them. yellow is cowardly and deceitful; coryo is cowardly many times, but the most obvious to me is all the times he goes after people who are weakened (either physically or emotionally) and taking cheap-shots (more on that in another post!). as far as deceitful goes, it'd probably be quicker to explain the ways that he isn't instead, which i won't do because i know you all know this. the negatives of orange, most applicable are superficially, which coryo exemplifies from his personality, to his dependence on markers of wealth/reputation, even to some of the relationships he's in -- and domination, which coryo is all the way down to his bones for again, more reasons that i could even list here.

finally, the last "rose", though this one is a metaphorical and symbolic one. from my recollection, this is the first time in-movie that we see him without a rose (?), but very interestingly, he instead has tigris.

she is dressed all in pink, so we can view her as a pink rose! pink roses symbolize gentleness, kindness, and innocence. this is especially apt given her conversation with him the previous night: "people can be good. you can be good. you are good. just believe in that.” lets keep in mind that he's just beat a boy to death less than twelve hours ago. tigris here is meant to exemplify her desire for him to remain kind and gentle and good, which is how she knows him.

in general, pink is red and white mixed together. red is a powerful, dominating, dangerous colour -- one which we see coryo in quite often. white is connected to feelings of safety and nurturing. to me, tigris' pink shows that she is still very much like coryo, smart and willing to do whatever it takes to help her family, passionate, and maybe a little bit dangerous (given the naming links to tiger which is a pretty dangerous predator), but her nurturing coryo and being such a big part of his safety, mellows out the red.

also, red (which coryo's always wearing) + white (the colour of snow) = pink (tigris' colour here). i don't have anything eloquent to say about this equation in particular, but the important thing to take away from tigris in general in this scene is that she is serving as the representation of kindness and gentleness and a positive attitude, which coryo certainly needs after the night he's just had.

i don't have anything else to say here, but just look at her <3

#the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #coriolanus snow meta #tbosas meta #coriolanus snow #coryo #lucy gray baird #tigris snow #tigris snow meta #suzanne collins #the hunger games #president snow #roses tbosas #the 10th hunger games #mine

[merakiui]

Hello I'm asking again because android jade is my drug of choice so yes. Hehe

May I ask, what you think about android Jade favorite nsfw positions? Like I feel like he’ll do stuff that mc would like (or scream the most) but what about him?

Also I wanna know, is android Floyd coming back? And how did Floyd and Jade fight go? Did he just sense danger and was just trying to protect Azul or did he disagree on Jade murdering for mc? I know they can be both sick in the head if they want to but why did Jade see the need to kill Floyd? Maybe he could have convinced him to being free? Or was it, he didn’t want to share mc?

Also (last one), I wanna know more about Jade coming after mc and mc goes to iida for help and trying to get Floyd and Azul back?

I’m sorry I love this au TwT

Hello!! Android Jade is the best drug hehe. :D

He will do any position you prefer because serving you is his top priority, but the more he sleeps with you he begins to develop a few preferences of his own. I think Jade would really enjoy missionary. As vanilla as it may seem to some humans, he loves the connection and the fact that he can look at you and see all of your expressions while he's fucking you. It's a great position for leaning down to kiss you so sweetly. Most of all, he likes the intimacy in this position; it's one of his favorites. Something about it feels so romantic to him. He can fuck you so slowly and lovingly in this position and some days it seems like he just likes the idea of telling you of his love more than he enjoys the sex. I also think he would adore doggy style and cowgirl. Maybe even reverse cowgirl. <3 he's also definitely putting you in a mating press.

I like to imagine that after Jade slit Azul's throat and left him to a very agonizing death Floyd's so distraught and confused. He has no idea why Jade is doing this, but he has an objective to protect and that's what he's going to do. Even if he knows very well that Azul will die, that the amount of blood he's losing is fatal, he still fights. He wants to understand why. Their fight is violent; androids are strong and durable. They can predict one another's moves because they know each other well, but Floyd has always been so in touch with his emotions; he's always cared. He's still trying to check on Azul even while evading Jade, and it's this little distraction that leads to his downfall. He never learns why Jade did all of this, though he dies theorizing. Jade killed Azul for obvious reasons, but Floyd was killed because he was going to replace Jade (or so Jade assumes). Truthfully, Floyd has always been favored by you and Azul. The more human he becomes, the closer he is to you and Azul, thus leaving Jade all alone as the stone-cold, emotionless android. It's Floyd's humanity Jade envies, and he hates the idea that Floyd could be closer to you when it was Jade who bonded with you the most.

Idia is very obviously devastated that all of this happened. Azul was his friend and business partner, and Jade and Floyd are Shroud androids. He feels partially responsible for this tragedy, so the least he can do is recreate the both of them for your sake. Old habits die hard, they often say, and Idia just can't let go of the dead, even when their endings were untimely and unfair. He spends many sleepless days and nights constructing Floyd and Azul while Ortho tends to your every need. He's there if you need snacks, if you want to watch a movie, if you need someone to listen to you cry, if you need to hear the statistics of how safe you are while you're here. Jade will not act rashly; this is a fact that both Idia and Ortho know.

Since he's disposed of the tracker all Shroud androids are equipped with, they can't determine his exact location. But they know he wouldn't just risk everything to burst inside the lab without having carefully assessed the situation and the risks beforehand. This gives you time to bond with the newly awakened Floyd and Azul after their completion. Idia's happy you're here; not only do the two of you comfort one another, he also gets insight from you as he creates Azul. He asks you if you want a blank slate who will form new memories or if you want your husband with all of his memories (or as many as Idia can program into him). You choose the latter, but for a moment you considered the former. You don't want this new Azul to be burdened or pained by terrible memories, so perhaps it's best if Idia leaves certain things out. The same goes for Floyd. You want a fresh start. You want them to be happy, even if their happiness comes at the cost of you shouldering the burdens of their deaths.

It's going to take a while for you to get used to an android Azul. He may look like your husband, but there are parts of him that feel...empty. His eyes are not as bright as they once were; his laughter is not produced effortlessly. His smiles are strained. But Idia has programmed him to love you, to see you as his spouse, to recall all of the happy memories from your pasts. And hopefully soon his expressions will become more natural as he learns how to be human again.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #ghostieyanyan #i'm happy you like the au!! :D #i love android jade so i'm always happy to talk about him

[zukosdualdao]

i feel for ursa a lot in zuko alone because just think about terrified she must be. she orchestrates this plot that gets her banished for the sake of zuko’s safety, and yet, even as she’s doing so, she’s aware the risks to her children aren’t suddenly gone—the most imminent physical danger was just currently taken care of. and she had to leave, probably with a terrified understanding that it might not even protect them for all that long.

because once again: abuse very often leaves the victims and witnesses with no good options, and in this case, ursa is actually both. and the fear i think she must feel here—because i read a lot of panic in her goodbye scene with zuko—is not unfounded! they’re not safe with ozai! he will continue manipulating them and teaching and encouraging inappropriate behaviors! the agni kai and zuko’s banishment happen just three years later!

which is why i really see ursa’s words to zuko —“never forget who you are”—as advice meant to encourage him to protect himself. earlier that day (? i think. it’s certainly not long before), she told him he was someone who always kept fighting, even when it was hard, and in reminding zuko of that as she’s leaving, she implies she thinks zuko’s going to have to rely on that skill a lot—and considering the context, i think it’s safe to say she thinks that because she thinks he’ll have to fight to continue to survive. (she’s not wrong!)

just wanted to say this because i was scouring the tv tropes page for zuko alone today and it lists his remembering his mother’s final words before getting back up into the fight, surrounded by flame, and revealing his true identity, as “dramatically missing the point” and i don’t think that’s quite right. or if it is, it’s not for the reasons they think.

the troper listed that moment under this trope because he forgoes the values of kindness and compassion his mother tried to instill in him, but i don’t connect the “remember who you are” line to that, and i don’t think zuko does either. (he’s also not foregoing kindness here: he’s doing what he’s doing to help a family in a town where the local authorities are abusing their power.) she reframes what he sees as a failure when he struggles showcasing his firebending as an attribute, something that makes him who he is—someone who doesn’t give up when things are hard, someone who gets back up and keeps trying anyway. that’s what she’s reminding zuko of in their goodbye.

and i think zuko understands that pretty clearly, actually—he doesn’t know for sure what she’s protecting him from (and doesn’t let himself think about it too hard) but he definitely knows that she is because she tells him as much. so he integrates her final words of advice to him into his core self-perception—his monologuing in the siege of the north part 2 makes this pretty evident. “i’ve always had to struggle and fight, and that’s made me strong. that’s made me who i am.”

so i would argue that it’s not that zuko is missing the point of what ursa is telling him, but rather that it can’t actually be appropriately applied to every situation. and even when it can, zuko struggles to balance it with his other values and desires.

zuko is doing what ursa encouraged him to do in the north pole—he’s not giving up even though it’s hard, even though there’s a blizzard and he has no resources and nowhere to go and the odds are completely stacked against him. he’s doing exactly what she said! and ursa would be horrified because the whole reason she said it was to protect him, and now he’s throwing himself into this dangerous, potentially fatal situation, and he’s doing something harmful by capturing aang in an attempt to go back to ozai. he’s doing it because he’s a desperate kid under the thumb of ozai’s manipulations and abuse, of course, but i think ursa (like iroh) would be saddened and scared that he’s going to these lengths and harming both other people and himself when his literal survival doesn’t call for it. (but in zuko’s head it does, because a) the survival of the old life he’s still holding out hope he can get back to depends on this and b) he’s been conditioned to not feel safe if he doesn’t do the things he believes ozai expects from him. that’s the Trauma (TM).)

the situation when he’s fighting in zuko alone is different, though, because he genuinely does have to get up and keep fighting in order to survive. and while i think ursa was mostly, you know, talking about ozai when she encouraged him to protect himself, i mean… of course she would encourage him to stand and fight when he’s been knocked back down and an opponent is approaching to make the final blow! i don’t think she would encourage him to just, like, not defend himself and instead let some guy kill him. nor would she discourage him from defending a suffering town.

the issue here is not that zuko misunderstands her or even that he’s inappropriately applying her advice in this instance—the situation does call for him to get back up and keep fighting! it doesn’t necessarily call for the Extreme Amounts of Fire though, nor does it call for his revealing his true identity, and that’s where i think the real issue lies in this moment: he can’t remember one part of who he is without remembering the rest of it, too, and that includes his fire, his family, his history. there’s no disentangling those aspects of his identity. balancing them with both the survival mechanism his mother encouraged in order to protect him and the values she tried to instill in him is the struggle.

#atla rewatch ‘24 #zuko alone #zuko #ursa #zuko & ursa #the siege of the north part two #abuse // #this is is so long and idk how coherent lmao #anyway. the love hate relationship i have with tv tropes knows no biunds #* no bounds #fandom critical #jic #could tag other characters but it’s mostly about them so #long post // #literally why am i like this

[stans-got-too-many-ideas]

Part 2 HeadCanons MySt: Gene & Dante

I love these two and I would die for them. /hj As much of a red flag Gene is, I'm fixing him... kind of. Not really. Dante deserves so much better than he got, and wow the issues. Dante, my man. He has issues. Gene does too and a lot of Dante's issues are because of Gene. Dante has had to deal with Gene being the focus of attention because Gene has a lot of personality disorders that made him dangerous and terrifying. Dante's parents divorced when he and Gene were rather young, and his father tried to love-bomb him into staying. He didn't, he decided to live with his mom because he loved her and Gene. Dante and Gene are both dream-eating vampires, because why not? They have to bite someone's neck, kinda connecting to the brain and heartbeat, and they can feed off of the dream. The kind of dreams they eat also influences their moods in the morning and sometimes for the day. Dante has a fear of people leaving and constantly seeks approval because he wants to be noticed by others. I also think he's much more of a nerd than he leads on. Definitely plays D&D... He's a DM and DMs for Garroth and Laurance, sometimes Zane. Dante also doesn't know that senior year of highschool, he accidentally got Nicole pregnant, and she kept the baby(Dmitri). Eventually when he finds out (6 years later), he's going to freak out because that baby could have so many mental problems, be a vampire, or have his fatal peanut allergy. Dante also has two birds, one a blue budgie named R2D2 and the other a cockatiel named 3CPO (NERD). Gene has a lot of personality disorders. NPD, BPD, and OCD specifically. He suffers from a lot of intrusive thoughts and has a really hard time abstaining from the thoughts. He's also a dream vampire, and since he lives with Sasha and Zenix he can technically eat off of them whenever he wants, but he prefers to stay away from Zenix's weird ass dreams. In the SK household, they've all got enough problems that they get a little dixie cup full of medication that they have to take. Zenix insists on having one even though he only has one or two medications. Gene has a bird name Marilyn Manson Monroe, or MMM for short. They call her Monroe half of the time and she's an African Grey parrot. Gene got her when she was 60 and he was 17, so he has seen a lot of her. Gene has also been to prison for arson, the mental hospital three times when he was younger and once when he got out of prison. He got into therapy once he was out of the mental hospital for the fourth time. He did not have a fun time when he was older, espeically when he was older. He's doing a lot better and trying to fix his faults. There was a time that Sasha, Zenix, and Gene went to a bar, and when they were leaving Zenix made the joke that they were going to the "grippy sock place" Gene was drunk, meds wearing off, and terrifed he punched Zenix twice and tried to stop Sasha from driving. Luckily they didn't die, but Zenix had a black eye and a bloody nose for a while.

#aphmau mystreet #aphmau #Dante #Gene #headcanons #tw mental illness #tw violence #OCD #NPD #BPD #intrusive thoughts #drunk characters #dream vampires #vampires #tw intrusive thoughts #aphblr #Dante is a nerd #Gene needs so much help #Dmitri #mystreet #aphverse

[rockislandadultreads]

National Dog Month: Genre Fiction Recommendations

Love, Clancy by W. Bruce Cameron

You’ve probably never met someone like Clancy. He’s keeping a diary, he’s falling in love, there are rivals for his affections, he lives with his best friend and his worst enemy – even taken together, these factors are maybe not that unusual, except that Clancy is a dog. His point of view is therefore perhaps…different.

Told in Cameron’s signature style, a tremendous cast of wonderful characters find themselves jointly and separately navigating the challenges of life, of love, and…other pets, including Clancy's “worst enemy” - one very disdainful cat. It’s a lot to keep track of, especially when things start to spin hilariously out of control, but fortunately, we’ve got the observations of Clancy, a very good dog, who shares a valuable perspective on what is really important.

It Started with a Dog by Julia London

All Harper Thompson wants for Christmas is the huge promotion she's worked so hard for - which she should get, as long as her launch of the hip new coffeehouse, Deja Brew, goes according to plan. Jonah Rogers is trying to save his family's coffee shop, Lucky Star, from going out of business, which will be tough with the brand-new Deja Brew opening across the street.

When Jonah and Harper meet for the first time after accidentally swapping phones, their chemistry is as electric as a strand of Christmas lights. He's a tall, handsome, compassionate hunk of engineer, and she's an entrepreneur whose zest for life is very sexy. They love all the same things, like scary movies, greasy food - and most of all, dogs. It's a match made in heaven...until Jonah finds out that Harper's the one about to put him out of business.

Only one coffee shop likely can survive, and a competition of one-upmanship ensues in a battle of the brews. The paws really come out when the local rescue shelter has a fundraiser where local businesses foster dogs, and patrons vote with their dollars for their favorite pup. Harper takes in an adorable old bulldog on behalf of Deja Brew, while Jonah fosters a perky three-legged dachshund for Lucky Star. As the excitement builds for who will be crowned King Mutt and king of the coffee hill, Harper and Jonah must decide if their connection was all steam or if they are the perfect blend.

This is the second volume of the "Lucky Dog" series.

Bark to the Future by Spencer Quinn

When Chet the dog and his human partner, PI Bernie Little, are approached by a down-and-out older man with a cardboard sign at an exit ramp, Bernie is shocked to discover the man is a former teammate from his high school baseball team. Chet and Bernie take Rocket out for a good meal, and later, Bernie investigates Rocket’s past, trying to figure out what exactly went wrong.

Then, Rocket goes suspiciously missing. With his former teammate likely in danger, Bernie goes back to his old high school for answers, where much that he remembers turns out not to be true―and there are powerful and dangerous people not happy with the questions Bernie is asking.

Bernie soon learns that he misunderstood much about his high school years – and now, Chet and Bernie are plunged into a dangerous case where the past isn’t dead and the future could be fatal.

This is the 13th volume of the "Chet & Bernie Mystery" series.

All Dogs Are Good by Courtney Peppernell

Written for anyone who has known the touch of a cold nose on their hand, the bark of a best friend, or the joy of a walk accompanied by a wagging tail, All Dogs Are Good pays tribute to the special bond we share with our canine companions. Filled with heartfelt poems and prose on the love, dedication, and laughter our dogs bring, as well as the unique lessons they teach us along the way, bestselling author Courtney Peppernell's vignettes of life with our dogs are a touching reminder of the gifts they give us during their journey on earth. Celebrating dogs everywhere, All Dogs Are Good is a collection dog lovers will hold in their hearts forever.

#fiction #fiction books #national dog month #reading recommendations #dogs #reading recs #book recommendations #book recs #library books #tbr #tbr pile #to read #booklr #book tumblr #book blog #library blog

[anti-dazai-blog]

1.2- Reccomending suicide for recreation is pretty unsafe (and other complaints)

Dazai, Atsushi, and Kunikida go to a local restaurant/ food-selling-and-serving place (not entirely sure what exactly to call it?), and this is where they spend Act Chapter one, Scene two at.

Dazai’s first offense here is clearly leeching off of Kunikida’s money, even though they make the same salary, but I’ve already discussed this at lengths in part 1.1. Of course I’ll bring it up every time he does it, but there’s really no need for me to explain why wasting someone else’s money is Not A Great Thing To Do, and an Asshole Move.

So I’ll move on to his second offense: recommending a suicide method for recreational usage. Yes, I’m referring to the “hanging health technique”/“neck hanging hygiene”/ [whatever your translation calls it]. That’s right, you might think I’m getting nitpick-y, but I assure you. I’m really, really not. Remember that time when [a certain irl US president] told everyone to drink bleach to cure COVID? And then a bunch of people drank bleach and died? Remember all the headlines saying “Man Died, Woman Hospitalized, After Taking Chloroquine As Per The President’s Instructions”? Yeah, APPARENTLY recommended fatal things to people who are seemingly unaware of what you’re saying and are taking it as solid advice might not be the safest thing to do.

And for the record, we do know that Kunikida was taking it seriously. Here, Dazai doesn’t even say his catchphrase of “just kidding 😊”. And Kunikida is interested. Kunikida’s not the only person susceptible to a Dazai-induced early death though, since we don’t know what other customers were there and listening in, thinking “ah yes the hanging health technique! I’m gonna go try that when I get home!”. Surely not that many, but then again, if people were willing to actually DRINK LITERAL BLEACH because some absolute idiot decided to tell them it’s good for them, then. Well. I wouldn’t be surprised.

And there’s another issue here: Kunikida doesn’t just believe it, but he makes a move to write it down. Here, and in a few other instances throughout BSD, Dazai encourages Kunikida to write down his lies (either verbally encourages him, or enthusiastically explains his bullsh*t further when Kunikida takes out his notebook). It is explained that as it is, Kunikida only has a limited number of pages in his notebook, and it’s fairly difficult for him to get new ones. Is it not enough to lie to someone? Is it not enough for Dazai to lie about something as dangerous as a suicide method? Must he also waste the one thing necessary for his partner to use his ability? Listen, it’s great that we never see a situation where Kunikida just straight up runs out of pages. BUT if we do? I bet that he’d go through the pages already written on and find that half of them are full of Dazai’s compulsive lies which he thoroughly crossed out.

Now comes the question I warned you all about: how much does Dazai truly know at this point? Is he entirely aware that Atsushi’s the weretiger, or is it just a theory he’d like to test later that night? As stated in 1.1, we’ll be working under the assumption that Atsushi’s tiger alter-ego is something he already knows about.

So, given that he knows, take a look at how he talks about the tiger in front of Atsushi. It’s not just a tiger roaming the city, it’s a “man-eating” tiger, “rampaging” around the city. It hasn’t been spotted in a local field, it destroyed the field and ate all the crops.

Talking like that to anyone with an uncontrollable ability is cruel. Matters regarding what happened while the person lost control of their ability should be dealt with delicately. And Atsushi, at this point in time, isn’t even fully aware that he’s the tiger. But he’s afraid of it nonetheless, and aware that he has some sort of connection to it. He’ll know, soon enough, the truth behind the tiger’s identity. And what then? He won’t simply forget what Dazai said. When he discovers his ability, he won’t be “the tiger”. He’ll be the “rampaging, man-eating tiger”, as he was described by the first person who recognized his ability.

The two detectives Atsushi was (un)fortunate enough to run into start interrogating him about the tiger they’re after once they see his reaction (of pure terror, mind you. Of course Dazai wouldn’t care, but really Kunikida you can do better. I know you care about your job but this is a scared child you’re dealing with. No need to body-slam him to the floor. Really. You were a school teacher. I expect better from you.). Anyway. The detectives start interrogating Atsushi regarding what he knows about the tiger. Once again, we’re assuming Dazai already knows all of this. So, given he knows all of this, why bother forcing Atsushi to rehash something that’s clearly traumatic for him? Does Dazai’s desire to appear ignorant so he can send Kunikida on a pointless errand later really outway any sense he has (he has none) regarding bringing up such a topic to the one person who has the biggest bucket of trauma from it?

Dazai’s final move in this scene is “recruiting” Atsushi to help with capturing the tiger. Other than the obvious complaint of “why wasn’t he upfront with Atsushi about the true identity of the tiger from the start” (which I already went into in part 1.1), I’d like to focus on something else here. Dazai’s offer of money.

First off, how does he suddenly have the money to offer now, when he couldn’t even pay for the food? I know he “lost his wallet in the river”, so he wouldn’t have any physical cash on him while still being capable of offering up money he’d pay later, but if he has money then why not spend some on reimbursing Kunikida? It’s basic decency— when you borrow money from someone, you don’t go around spending money on random stuff you don’t need until you pay the person back. Same rule applies here. Considering Atsushi’s reaction, he would have been equally satisfied with half the money.

And on that note, why offer such an unreasonably large amount? Yes, Atsushi is Very Much Broke, and he definitely needs the money. But Dazai’s whole presentation of it— of showing him he can give away such a large amount without a second thought— it comes off as, what, condescending? Patronizing? Neither of those are exactly the word I’m looking for. But I’ve spent my fair share of time around rich people— they do sh*t like that all the time. It’s. Well. It’s gross, for lack of better terms. It’s gross when they act like you’ve got no money at all just ‘cause you’ve got less than them, and try to give you money if you don’t have any on you, and are all like “oh, don’t worry :) you don’t have to pay me back ;)” in that condescending sort of way. That’s exactly the vibe I get from the way Dazai treats Atsushi here. The whole “Oh, there’s this thing you’re refusing to do? Well, I bet I could pay you to do it 😊” song and dance that People With Money like to do.

How much money does Dazai have anyway? Does he still have his mafia money? For some strange reason I can’t exactly imagine him donating it all to charity. I wonder what he even does with it?

Anyway. As a final note that I’ll be ending every part of the Anti-Dazai series on: Before BSD is over, I’d love to see him pay in full for all that he has done (both monetarily and. Y’know. In the karma sense of “pay”). 

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#WOOOO PART 1.2 IS DONE #anyway standard disclaimer: no I don’t hate Dazai AS A CHARACTER. HE’S WELL WRITTEN. #That being said. I hate him #[a bunch of anons wait ominously by the Asks] #[they stare at me as they wait for me to post this] #[I stare back] #[I win the staring contest so. Joke’s on them.] #anyway time for the searchable tags #bsd #bungo stray dogs #dazai #atsushi bsd #kunikida bsd

[padernagroup]

Title: Fatal Obsession Members: Mahinal, Almira G., Majaducon, Jonalyn Mae L., Montealto, Emmanuelle P., Paderna, Louie Ken C., Saclot, Iriz Ker M. The story begins with Mark Thompson being found dead in his upscale home. The local polics, led by detective Sarah Miller initially suspect a robbery gone wrong. However, as Sarah delves deeper into the case, she uncovers a web of secrets, lies, and hidden desires. Scene#1 Sarah: Emily Thompson, all of the evidences of your husband's death all points to you. Do you have anything to say for yourself? Emily: Huh?! What?! Are you accusing me of killing my own husband? Sarah: Well, if the shoe fits. However, know that you are still innocent until proven guilty. You may call upon your lawyer to help you in your casse, and if you don't have one, the government will provide one for you. Scene#2 Sarah Miller started to dig more, shockingly surprised aabout what she had uncovered. While She's arranging the evidences, she came accross Emily's phone and found out some odd texts from an anonymous person. Sarah: I found these texts in your phone, and noticed a bit of connection to your husband's murder case. Emily: You should stop digging, or else that devil might come after you, you might end up dead like my husband. Sarah: What do you mean? Emily: Let's say I'm tring to save your life. Sarah: Mrs. Thompson, I don't understand. Is this sender trying to threatening you? Please elaborate. Emily: *Sighs* It started when my husband and I had a little argument. I went on a trip to refresh my mind and took that time to think. But as time passed by, I noticed that someone was following me around, it scared me to death when that person started to send pictures of me drinking coffee, eating at a restaurant by mysself, and even sleeping on my bed. I decided to go back to my husband and fix things out without telling him about the stalker. Sarah: So you are suspecting that stalker of yours killed your husband? Emily: He's crazy, didn't you see how he acts so obsessive and creepy over my pictures together with my husband? He's accusing me of cheating on him! And I'm dying everyday just to figure out who the hell this person is. I already blocked him for how many times and he always finds his way to contact me. Sarah: Don' worry Mrs. Thompson, I will track him down, all you have tp do is to relax and wait, try to calm down. I won't stop until I caught him and prove that you didn't kill your husband. Emily: I don't think you can. Scene#3 To help herself(Sarah) figure out who is the anonymouse sender, she asked the FBI's participation to track down the sender's number. *After a few hours* FBI: I found it! Richard Lawson, 41 years old, licensed architect working on a big hit company. Sarah: Richard Lawson, huh. Scene#4 Sarah immediately drove to the correction facility to talk to Emily, but before she got there. She receives an anonymouse text. Sarah: "Digging deep is digging your own grave, you better stop Ms. Miller." Well, I guess she finally figured it out. This person is really dangerous.

[dollycas]

Give Fudge a Chance (A Candy-Coated Mystery) by Nancy Coco #Review / #Giveaway @KensingtonBooks @nancyjcoco

Give Fudge a Chance (A Candy-Coated Mystery) Cozy Mystery 11th in Series Setting – Mackinac Island, Michigan Kensington Cozies (May 23, 2023) Mass Market Paperback ‏ : ‎ 320 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1496735552 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1496735553 Kindle ASIN ‏ : ‎ B0BFC7SKQZ

It’s time for cozy readers to return to the magic of Mackinac Island where sleuth extraordinaire Allie McMurphy solves another unsolved murder in Nancy Coco’s perennially popular Candy-Coated Mystery series. FORECAST: FAIR WITH A CHANCE OF MURDER . . . The Mackinac County Fair is in full swing, and the air is rich with the scent of funnel cakes and the sound of carnival rides. Allie is focused on the fudge competition—another win would really put her hotel and fudge shop on the map. But she’s willing to take a little break and walk through the haunted house attraction with her friend Jenn. When they come across a body, though, it turns out not to be a prop. Soon Allie’s cop boyfriend is on the scene, and the sleuthing confectioner is hunting for clues. Danger strikes too close to home when the hotel becomes the scene of a suspicious fatal accident, and Allie suspects the two deaths are connected. The case is turning into a real rollercoaster. Allie will need to hold on tight . . . Dollycas's Thoughts The county fair comes to Mackinac Island and everyone is ready for fun and the crowds but not a dead body. That is just what Allie and Jenn find when they take a break to walk through the carnival's haunted house. Among the scary scenes, one body is clearly not a fake or trick. One of the owners of the haunted house is dead and the killer could be anyone. Allie's boyfriend Detective Rex Manning and Jenn's Crime Investigator husband Shane soon arrive to begin their investigation and warn their fabulous ladies to stay out of their case. As if the small police force doesn't have enough to do with the fair and a murder, tragedy strikes again when the McMurphy Hotel is the scene of what appears to be a fatal accident. Allie is convinced the two deaths are connected. Things are really fudged up on the island and I don't mean the entrants at the fair. Allie tries to stay out of the investigations but the Book Club Gals have other plans. I was so happy to return to Mackinac Island to catch up with Allie  McMurphy and all her friends. All the characters Ms. Coco has created feel true-to-life and genuine. With each installment, they all get stronger and more fleshed out. Allie really tries to keep her nose out of the investigation but when the McMurphy becomes a part of a crime I easily understood her actions. Plus it wouldn't be much of a story without her involved. I do like the direction of her relationship with Rex and was not happy about someone trying to butt in. I am also excited about the developments in Jenn and Shane's lives too. Allie's Mal and Melba play a larger role in this story and I loved that! The author plotted out a very complicated mystery with some epic twists and missing persons. I really enjoyed all the moving parts and how a huge clue was revealed. One character really surprised me. She has been evolving over the last couple of books but in this story, she is pretty darn fierce. This adds a great new element to the story and leads to an exciting showdown. The Parkour discipline has come to the island. I was familiar with the practice of getting from one point to another in the fastest way possible seeing it on television and YouTube. It really is crazy and can be quite dangerous. It was interesting to see it employed in this story but it definitely wouldn't be my thing even if my body was whole enough for me to try it. Mackinac Island and all its events and activities never disappoint. Ms. Coco's words bring everything about it alive and easy to envision. It is a place I want to visit so badly. Each book in this series is a nice virtual vacation but nothing like actually visiting the wonderful place in person. You have to Give Fudge A Chance, a chance. It is a marvelous cozy mystery filled with engaging and entertaining characters along with a whole lot of fudge. Yes, recipes are included.

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About the Author Nancy Coco is the byline chosen by popular author Nancy J. Parra for use exclusively with the Candy-Coated Mysteries series. With degrees in engineering, journalism, and a MA in Writing Popular Fiction, Nancy has published in cozy mystery, romantic suspense, and sweet western historical romances. An Air Force veteran who rose to the rank of sergeant, Nancy is a member of an online group of female veterans who are authors—“Military Women Who Have Turned Sword to Pen.” The group’s website is www.romvets.com. Nancy is also a member of Mystery Writers of America and Sisters in Crime. She has given workshops on a number of writing topics and enjoys doing author panels at fan conferences such as Malice Domestic and Bouchercon. She lives in California with her dog—a bichonpoo affectionately known as Little Dog on Nancy’s Facebook and Twitter accounts. Website - Twitter - Facebook 

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[haltandcatchfiretothemax]

me, searching ‘lee pace’ ‘chr*s pr*tt’ every day for the past several days: just checking to make sure that clown and his bros don’t try anything...not seeing anything...that’s good, Lee doesn’t need or deserve that...

also me, even though it’s a v tiny part of me: I wish a bitch would, just so I could watch the entire internet tell Chr*s Pr*tt, ‘the thing with Lee Pace though is that he can act, which we know from his versatile filmography’

#sunday funday! #...or something #remember when ppl joked abt if j0e was a videogame character his move would be the holland tunnel fatality? #i really just wish i could somehow see lee finish every mediocre m*rvel bro with a holland tunnel fatality #or even a 'it's dangerous to try and really connect with someone' fatality! !!!! #i'm gonna think about that and try to get some serotonin out of it or something

[hellotherekenobi]

───A TOUCH OF LIGHTNING, AN OUNCE OF TRUTH.

Summary: cornered on a mission with Obi-Wan, a familiar face greets himself as both of your tormentors—revealing to you the one secret Obi-Wan has never uttered.

TW: mentions of torture (reader) and injury.

ONESHOT. 4,654 WORDS.

Ventilations are great for ventilating, but not so great for shimmying through, especially ones as tightly closed as these ones, and especially not when a whole other body is pressed to your side and trying to shimmy along with you. Your body springs back when his elbow slams into your side and his hand flies over your mouth when he can feel the yelp about to bubble out, surprisingly fast given the limited space. He’s hunched over like a pretzel in this new position; his knee pressed into your leg, your palm flat against his ribcage.

‘Get off of me’, you warn. He hears your threat through the Force and sheepishly pulls away, awkwardly rotating to lay on his stomach again like you both had been before. ‘Sorry.’ You take a deep breath and sigh. ‘Yeah, I know.’ You can hear him say that he’s counted more guards in the room below and you refrain yourself from sighing out loud again. Would it kill these guys to give you and Obi-Wan ONE smooth mission?

It shouldn’t be that big of an ask, honestly. Battle droids and robotic guards weren’t always the most reliable soldiers to have and could be made again and again, so can’t they give themselves a break from a trip back to the manufacturing room and let you and Obi-Wan pass without any hassle? You would appreciate a quick mission so that you can go back to your quarters and catch up on the sleep taken from you when Obi-Wan had requested your aid in the mission with him.

Many things could go wrong, you understand this. You could be shot at and have a fatal wound, or lose your hearing from the numerous explosions, or even find yourself lost without hope for a return, but from all of these the most dangerous was your attachment to Obi-Wan. It blinds your view, you’ve been told before (more than once) and you know that, but this was Obi-Wan. He’s not just any man nor any Jedi. What was going to get you killed was not that you liked him so much, but what you were willing to put yourself into for his sake.

Like now, when he jumps down from the vent only a moment after telling you the “plan”—which you only half registered due to being lost in your own thoughts—and your stupidity that follows when you jump down along with him. Sparks are flying the moment your feet touch the ground, coming from blaster bolts and the slashing of Obi-Wan’s lightsaber against droid limbs. You’re quick to jump into the fight, defending Obi-Wan from the trail of droids he leaves at his heels when he’s so focused on combing through them to get ahead.

What really was going to get you killed faster, your loyalty or your blindness?

In the midst of striking down another handful of droids, there’s an odd feeling that washes over the room, like something has drained the energy down to a dull buzzing that is almost as if someone took the light and buried it somewhere. It distracts you for a moment, making you shiver, before you’re focused back onto blocking shots fired in your direction. You’re expecting the feeling to disappear after a moment, especially when you and Obi-Wan are dashing down the hallway and he’s slashing the controller on the wall so that the doors close shut, but it doesn’t fade and that makes you worry.

“Obi-Wan,” you breathe, finding his shoulder with your hand. “Do you...?”

“I feel it, yes,” he nods, acknowledging your unspoken question. “Someone else is here.”

“Like who?” you try to comb through possibilities, which all lead to a combined number of people you really don’t want to come up against right now.

“I’m not sure, but I have a bad feeling about this—” as quickly as he says the words, he spins around on his heel with eyes scanning the area.

It wasn’t a room you were both standing in, but a section that connects a number of other hallways, similar to a smaller version of an antechamber. If something or someone were to flank in from any of the doors that surround you both it would be a tight fight, but nothing that the two of you can’t handle. Then again, perhaps you got your hopes up too soon as not one but all five of the hallway doors slide open at the same time and in comes groups of battle droids with their blasters pointed at you and Obi-Wan, but strangely none of them fire.

A quick glance to Obi-Wan beside you, his shoulder pressed against yours, confirms that he finds it strange as well that they aren’t attacking. He opens his mouth to speak, but is cut off when he is struck in the back of the head with the hilt of a weapon you’re all too familiar with, and the red glow that follows, as he falls knees first to the floor. You’re not quick enough to reach for him before a hand wraps tightly around your arm, yanking you back to meet their gaze and the sickening smile that matches the dark feeling you had felt before. With one wave of their free hand, your head feels heavy and you’re meeting Obi-Wan on the ground with blurred vision.

─────── ⋯ ───────

When you come to, it’s in a completely different section of the grounds you hadn’t been aware was even here. Something underground, your gut is telling you. That and, well, the fact that the air feels more compressed and there’s a panel on the adjacent wall showing the ground level. Your power of intuitive thinking. Your arms and legs are strapped against the wall from some kind of in-built contraption, most likely for torture. That won’t be fun.

“You’re not at all what I was expecting,” comes a voice, one you know matches the face you had seen before blacking out. He steps out from the dark, watching you with each step he takes in your direction. “Obi-Wan has told me many stories.”

Count Dooku. You’ve heard many stories of him as well.

“Then I’m surprised you’re not cowering in the corner right now,” you say to him, gaining one hell of a snarky chuckle from the Sith Lord.

“I see why he likes you so much.”

“Can’t say the same for you,” you wiggle against the restraints, knowing it’s futile, but instead trying out the toughness of its hold. “Where is he?”

“Catching up with a few old friends,” Dooku says, holding his hands behind his back. The static of his voice is slim on charitable. “I thought we could talk some.”

“Well, I’m not really in the talking mood right now.”

“Then I’ll speak for the both of us,” he stops short of two feet from where you’re restrained. “There was a time where you could consider the two of us as friends. I see a great deal of potential in him. That’s why I persist.”

“Yet, you’ll never get any further than where you are,” leaning forward, not enough to create space between your back and the wall. “Obi-Wan is more righteous than you give him credit for.”

Dooku smiles at that, eyeing you down. “You cannot intimidate me. Please, don’t bother.”

“I’m simply stating the truth. If you believe my intention was to intimidate then I have.”

“And here I thought you weren’t in the mood for talking,” he shakes his head, turning on his heel. “There’s a weakness in him, as there is in everyone. I know it. I’ve seen it,” facing you once more, his gaze pointed. “You have seen it too.”

A furrow of your brows has Dooku smiling an inch wider than before, clearly entertained by your perplexed response. “How promising, you don’t seem to be aware of it.”

The tone of his voice cuts an edge into the air between you both, and you’re twisting your wrists beneath the restraints as if the strength of them has waned. His stare almost feels like puncture wounds. Confrontation from a Sith Lord is unnerving alone, but with the added weight of him presumptuously knowing Obi-Wan’s weakness, and teasing you about it, the dread of it almost feels suffocating.

Dooku takes one more step toward you, close enough that if you could shimmy through the wall then you would. His words are gravelly; the sound of it peppers goosebumps on your skin. “Would you like a demonstration?”

The insinuation has your heart racing, afraid of what he’s going to do. Not a moment later does the door to the chamber slide open, letting in two MagnaGuards with their grip on a person between them. A person who’s battered from what you can see from this distance alone, revealing blotches of blood on his skin when the guards shove him to his knees on the ground beside Count Dooku.

“Obi-Wan,” the breath escapes you, seeing the marks of a fight clearly on his face; a partially swollen lip and a crimson imprint beginning to surface under his left eye.

He’s slow to raise his head to you, clearly weakened by whatever torture they’ve done to him. No matter the pain, he offers you a supportive smile and speaking ‘I’m fine’ through the Force to you. He asks about your condition within the same silence, and you nod as genuinely as you can.

The two MagnaGuards are ushered off by Dooku, leaving the three of you alone in the chamber. For a moment it’s quiet, with only the hum of the in-built devices to give much sound, if any. Then Dooku presses a hand into Obi-Wan’s shoulder and he groans.

Dooku smiles at your reaction, at how you edge forward as if you could pull his hand away. “To what extent would you go to find the truth, Obi-Wan? Would it be as far as me?” 

He raises Obi-Wan to stand on his feet by the same aching shoulder, which has Obi-Wan hissing out the pain behind his teeth.

“Let’s see how well these work, shall we?” Dooku points to the cuffs around Obi-Wan’s wrists, exhibiting a current of energy flooding through them.

“What are you going to do to him?” the words push past your lips before you can think to stop yourself, already showing Dooku how worried you are for Obi-Wan’s safety, as much as you should be a reserved Jedi, though you’ve hardly ever been.

“To Obi-Wan?” Dooku genuinely asks, with the sound of his voice an octave higher. “I’m not going to do anything to him. Don’t you remember what I told you?” he walks the distance to stand beside you, a hand hovering over a crank on the wall nearest to the contraption you’re restrained to. “I promised you a demonstration.”

He pulls down the crank with a loud snapping sound, and immediately a buzzing pulses through your body, starting with your back and working its way down your arms, like a strike of lightning burning you up from the inside out. The scream that rips through your throat is agonizingly loud, and somehow through the pain you manage to see the way Obi-Wan runs for you like he can tame the electricity, only to be met by his own through the cuffs around his wrists that knocks him straight to the floor.

As soon as Obi-Wan lays there shaking, Dooku pulls up the crank and the torture stops, but the pain still pulses through you, thumping every inch of your body like a heartbeat. Your head is halfway slung off of the contraption, dangling limply. The electric shock Obi-Wan suffered lasted only long enough to impede him from making his way to you, and with the low chuckle from Dooku to the side, you begin to realize that this was his plan.

“Do you see now?” he asks, stepping beside Obi-Wan. He smiles down at him like a proud inventor at seeing his experiment work, then looks in your direction. “His weakness.”

You. Conscious to the gravity of it alone, and seeing Obi-Wan laid there, contorted in pain because he just tried to save you, makes you shake. Though you already are shaking from the electricity, this makes it worse. Observed from afar, it could be interpreted as a loyal friend in aid, but you know it’s much more than that, even if Obi-Wan doesn’t realize it himself. Count Dooku just showed the proof to you, but you’re not going to let him prevail against this nor give him the satisfaction.

Slowly meeting his gaze, feeling every vessel in your body buzz from the movement, you try your best to sound certain. “You say you know him, but you don’t, do you?” your paced words keep him silent, nonplussed. “Obi-Wan is a Jedi, the best I’ve ever seen. The only thing you’ve proven is how admirable he acts in principle, even in the presence of a Sith Lord.”

For a moment it seems like you have Dooku in the corner, as if you turned his own mind against him and made him question himself. Then the structure of that falters and he laughs in mockery, like you’re the dumbest person alive. The pinch of his laughter almost feels real, until it happens again on the side of your temple, like two fingers pressing there for a moment, and you turn toward the direction of it to see Obi-Wan already looking at you, and you realize he, in a way, just tapped on your shoulder with the Force.

He doesn’t need to tell you anything, as just the look in his eyes speaks of his plan clearly. Count Dooku is still too distracted by the hilarity of your excuse to notice the plot in progress, nor is he ready when Obi-Wan outstretches his hands and the lightsaber on Dooku’s hip unclasps and thrusts into Obi-Wan’s grasp, fingers curling around the hilt. A second later it ignites with a twirl, and the cuffs fall to the ground, split in two. Obi-Wan is easily on his feet as if he wasn’t swept off them earlier before, aiming the lightsaber by the crook of Dooku’s neck that has him tilted back.

There’s a beat of silence, then Dooku snickers. “Noble Jedi, would you fight an unarmed man?”

“You are no man,” Obi-Wan replies, shoving one foot into the space between them to stare at him face-to-face. “But you’re not who I want right now,”

Just as Dooku had done to him earlier in the antechamber, Obi-Wan knocks the hilt of the lightsaber into the side of Dooku’s head and he tumbles to the floor, giving Obi-Wan the opportunity to switch off the blade, clasp the weapon at his side, and run over to where you’re held strapped to the wall. His fingers hover various buttons on the panel by the hand-crank, obviously unsure of which one to press to release you. 

“Obi-Wan,” you sigh. “I don’t care if you shock me right now, just get me out of this.”

He gives you a skeptical look before jamming his finger into the button closest to your side, and thankfully it’s the correct one. The straps around you open and the sudden freedom is something you’re not exactly prepared for, falling forward off of the contraption. Two arms catch you before you can meet the floor, holding you upright and supporting your weight.

“Are you alright to walk?” Obi-Wan asks, raising one hand to cup your cheek as he looks over you with worrisome eyes.

You nod at him, though you feel a little heavier than usual from the life that one shock drained from you. He wraps an arm around you to help you keep straight, hurrying with you to make your way to the enterance. He forces open the door and there stand the MagnaGuards from earlier, turning to face you both from the noise and quickly raising their weapons to charge for you both. As quick as Obi-Wan opened the door, it shuts, then he turns with you to cast his eyes around the room.

“Looks like we need a new exit strategy,” he says, thinking over every possible way out from what he can see.

You tap his hip, which has him looking at you a little curiously. “Use the lightsaber to cut a hole in the roof. We can only go up from here.”

“Right,” he nods, doing as you say and stepping back in time to not get crushed by the circular foundation that crashes to the floor from his handiwork. He takes a look up through the cut he made, then groans. “More vents,”

“That’s just what we need,” you mimic his same sullen expression.

No matter, the two of you are more than acquainted with the circumstance, and Obi-Wan lifts you as carefully as he can for you to grasp the edge of the vent and he sends you up with a helpful nudge of the Force. He follows you inside a moment later, accidentally bumping into the soles of your boots, where you send him a look over your shoulder that has him smiling in awkwardness, telling you to hurry along.

The two of you shuffle down the length of the vent, listening out for noises that could cue you to where you are—most importantly a way out. It comes earlier than you’re expecting, hearing the rush of water to the right of you. Obi-Wan doesn’t pick up on it, it seems, as he once again knocks into the back of you and you turn around as much as you can in the limited space to let out an exasperated huff.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, and you feel yourself back at square one with how you want to send a threat his way, but then a moment later he picks up on the sound and perks up a little. “A pipe system?”

“No,” you shake your head. “Water cooling. There should be enough room for us to slide down the path.”

He nods, reaching an arm down to grab the lightsaber and hold it forward for you. “Don’t drown us, hmm?”

You snatch the lightsaber from his hand, squinting at him jokingly, and he chuckles at knowing that you’re not in as much pain as you were before. Pressing a hand to the wall, you feel around the area with the Force, trying to locate the right level to make an incision. You find it within another breath and flick the lightsaber on to cut into the spot you find, moving along the width of it until you cut enough of it clean to shove the section ahead of you in the vent and pass the lightsaber, now switched off, down to Obi-Wan.

“Hold your breath, I don’t know how far this goes.” You mention, and Obi-Wan nods.

Quickly slipping through the opening, you flinch at the cold temperature of the water, feeling your robes instantly soak. Then you push at the sides until you’re moving with a bubble of air held in your throat as you slide down the passage. The water rises fast the further down you go, and you shut your eyes closed as your head goes under. The breath in your lungs aren’t as trained as Obi-Wan’s are in terms of holding your breath—as he’s mentioned to you in the past in a bit of bravado that he could go for so long without inhaling more—but it’s timed rather well when you’re falling straight through the opening on the other end and right into the body of water below.

You resurface a moment later, alongside Obi-Wan who crashed into the water after you. You nod your head at him when he gives you a quick look-over, and you follow after him as he swims for the rocky wall over on the left. It’s not that difficult of a climb, in fact it was the perfect place to be as on the top of it sits the ship you and Obi-Wan had flown in to get here. Fortunately there aren’t any guards around, and so you and Obi-Wan hurry up the ramp and into the pilot seats, hurriedly taking off from the ground into the sky above.

“Well,” Obi-Wan says after a time of silent flying, knowing the coast is clear and raking fingers through his wet hair. “That went rather well, I think.”

You slump back against the seat, shaking your head at him and squeezing some water out of your robes. “Not exactly what I would call a smooth mission.”

“Who said anything about smooth?” he smiles, reaching over to place a hand on top of yours. “Don’t get any of the equipment wet.”

His hand was there to stop you from squeezing out the water, but it stays there as he continues to fly steady on. His eyes are pointed forward, looking out at the black sky of space. You can’t help but feel anxious at the touch, knowing what Count Dooku had revealed to you back in the chamber. His weakness, Dooku’s voice taunts your thoughts. You had fooled yourself into believing that Obi-Wan had no weaknesses, that he was grander than that, but not anymore.

He speaks before you can manage it, gently squeezing your hand some. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I got struck by lightning,” you reply, giving him a reassuring smile when he turns to you quickly. “But I’m okay now.”

“Good,” he says, tapping your hand and then pulling away, but your fingers graze his when you turn your palm upward and he hesitates a moment, then keeps both of his hands on the steering device.

You wait a moment to let him think, then speak. “Should we talk about what happened?”

“What do you mean?” he’s not looking at you.

“About what Count Dooku said after you and I both got shocked out of our skin,”

“Ah,” he breathes, gaze even more intent on looking straight ahead. “That would be quite a long conversation,”

“We’ve got time,” you gesture to the outside of the ship, knowing you won’t be touching ground for a while.

He nods marginally. “Yes, it would seem so.”

It goes quiet again, but you both know that he needs to be the one to break the silence. After all, it was his answers you were waiting on. It only really sinks in, after more heavy silence, that this might be the only time Obi-Wan has ever been asked to explain his feelings, since there wasn’t any other place he could run off to in the middle of nowhere.

“Well,” he finally starts. “There isn’t much to explain. You told Count Dooku the truth of it,”

Oh, that kriffing liar he is. He wasn’t sitting in silence to think about what to say, he was using it to come up with an excuse.

“Of course I did. No matter what Dooku says, I know you better than he does,” he nods to your reply, and you sit straight in the seat. “I’m always right about these things. Aren’t I, Obi-Wan?”

“Yes,” he nods again, happily.

“I’m glad you agree. So, then, you know that when I say there’s something more to it then I’m right about that also.”

His grip tightens on the steering device a fraction, but it’s enough that you pick up on it. He sits in the silence once more and you’re ready to tear it in two, if it were possible. Until, you think, it is.

Reaching over, you press the autopilot button on the dash, and grab the back of Obi-Wan’s seat to spin him to face you. “What you need to do right now is tell me the truth.”

He looks defeated at that, letting out a long breath. “I’m... nervous.”

“What for? I’m not going to get angry with you, Obi-Wan.”

“I know that,”

“Then why won’t you tell me?”

“It’s not that I think you will be angry with me, it’s that I fear you might... reciprocate, and how that will change things.”

That sentence alone gets your heart racing a little bit, pumping excitedly, though you take a deep breath to settle it before you can get ahead of yourself. “You’re going to have to be more clear,”

He eyes his hands in his lap for a moment, fiddling and working out which word to start his next sentence with, before he lets out a grumbling ‘kriff it’ and leans forward, taking hold of your hands. “I like you.”

Boom, your heart picks up its pace again and there’s no calming it now.

“I like you so much,” Obi-Wan shows you a soft smile. “I like how well we work together, and how you aren’t afraid to kick me where it hurts,” he chuckles and so do you. “And that’s the problem, because Dooku was right about how I have a weak spot for you. I knew what those cuffs on my wrists would do if I tried to get to you, but in that moment all I cared about was making sure you were safe.”

The smile you give him flinches a bit, feeling happy but also guilty at the same time. This was the problem with attachments. In fact, it’s just like what Dooku said, ‘to what extent would you go to find the truth?’ To what extent would you go to for the person that you love?

“I know,” you say, rubbing your thumb along his palm. “It’s not easy, but... does that mean that we shouldn’t try?”

His eyebrows knit together, under the expression of wishful cerulean eyes. “Try and risk losing you? I fear I’m not strong enough for that.”

“And if you lose me without loving me, wouldn’t that be worse?”

“I already love you,” he says assuredly, not even hesitating to let you know.

“But with me, Obi-Wan—” your hands brings his own to your chest, just under your chin, holding them securely. “I know that if I were on my deathbed, I would regret never being with you, and how I never got to kiss you, just once.”

He chuckles brightly at that, shaking his head. Then he pulls your hands close enough toward him to kiss your knuckles, gently brushing his nose against your skin. “Only once?”

He keeps his head pointed down, but his eyes look up at you. Maker, he could kill you by just looking at you beneath his lashes like that.

“Well, that’s entirely up to you.” you say, holding back a grin.

“Then I better start before it’s too late,” he leans forward, ghosting his lips above your own. “I love you,” he whispers, eyes on yours, before pressing a kiss to your lips that has your eyelids falling shut.

He can only lean far so much, caught by the distance between both your seats, and pulls away earlier than you would have liked. Though, that’s not going to stop you.

“How many kisses do you think you can get in before we get back to the temple?” you ask, this time letting that playful grin come through.

Obi-Wan laughs, looking over at the dash to see how much further there was needed to go before reaching your destination. He hums a moment, then turns back to face you. “I think, my dear, that’s entirely up to you.”

You stand up, your hands still locked with his and so he stands up with you, and it’s like a magnet pulls both of you together stronger than any sort of shove with the Force. He kisses you again, deeper this time, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you flush against him, and you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers curling the ends of his hair.

“I can count pretty high,” he teases, once he pulls back for air.

You hum. “We can only go up from here.”

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[meeko-mar]

The more I think about it, the more I might be signing on to the theory that Izuku KNOWS his trigger is Kacchan, and he just hasn't admitted/confronted it yet...At least, that we have yet seen.

Hold my non-alcoholic beverage.

Once again, let's preface with the fact that we have SEEN with our own eyes, that Kacchan has been the trigger of two specific incidents, being Monoma insulting Kacchan and Izuku becoming angry enough to manifest Black Whip.

And second, Kacchan following him into danger, and then getting impaled and nearly dying to protect him, which then triggered possibly the most RAGE we have ever seen Izuku possess, AND the manifestation of Danger Sense, AND caused him to literally throw himself at AFO/Shigaraki which put him immediately under threat of having OFA stolen. Obviously, the vestiges protected the Quirk, but the fact still stands that the rage the a Izuku felt was enough to drive him LITERALLY into Shigaraki's hands, despite how very very dangerous that was. Izuku LOST HIMSELF so badly that he could have lost the entire war right there, if The Vestiges hadn't protected him and the Quirk.

The moment when All Might and Kacchan are trying to coach him and find the connection that brought about Black Whip. The mention of an external factor, and Izuku's avoidance of saying what that factor was(Kacchan being insulted, as we ALL know and explicitly saw), and arguably his words of "It's not something I can handle right now" seem a bit suspicious.

(NOTE: I've said before, that I had slight skepticism that this line about not being able to handle it and putting a lock on something, was meant to refer to the power he unlocked, however, watching season 5 has made me remember that, after the chaotic manifestation, and talking to Lariat, and realizing that Black Whip was part of his Quirk and therefore there to HELP him, and he had successfully used it without losing control because he ACCEPTED that it was a power that was there to help, not hurt him. I am not so sure that Izuku's "lock" is referring to the power anymore, but rather, his feelings for Kacchan.

But, I have new perspective that maybe, like others were pointing out, maybe it IS referring to the actual TRIGGER. IE, his feelings for Kacchan/his anger on his behalf.

I could be wrong, of course? But stay with me because this is a part of a larger context)

So, after the War arc, after Kacchan got gravely injured on his behalf, after hospitalization, we are given one thing before Izuku suddenly leaves. But it was KACCHAN's perspective, Kacchan waking up and being desperate to get to Izuku, and getting DENIED at the door. We are shown Kacchan's desperation to make sure Izuku's ok, but so far, even well after waking up, we are NOT SHOWN Izuku's worry over Kacchan's condition. We are suddenly FLUNG into a brand new world where Izuku is a drop-out "vigilante" working on the villain activity outside of school, cleaning up villains and questing to find out how villains come to be in their own minds.

We've seen him talk to his mom before he leaves. We've seen him talk to Gran Torino.

But we haven't seen him talk to ANY of his friends yet, ESPECIALLY KACCHAN. When there has been such a fantastic amount of tension placed on that particular relationship, after not only the sacrifice Kacchan made, but also, and particularly, the FOCUS that was placed on Kacchan trying to REACH HIM and FAILING.

We've all been forced to inhale a deep breath as Kacchan charged down that hallway yelling for Deku, and we are STILL HOLDING THAT BREATH. There is a huge, poignant LOOSE END there that is hanging over our head. We are still waiting for the payoff.

So like that scene, in theory, Izuku is still avoiding how he feels so strongly about Kacchan that he can be triggered into rage over him being hurt?

Actually, no, I think this sudden change to Izuku is very much him finally acknowledging it and acting on it.

The reason we have so much unresolved tension still hanging over Kacchan and Izuku's non-reunion, the reason Hori set up this big conflict that hasn't been resolved yet, why he showed us Kacchan trying to see Deku and not an ounce of Izuku wanting to see Kacchan before he leaves,

is that Izuku is actively trying to distance himself from Kacchan.

He did say that the reason he won't be returning to UA is of course because AFO could find him at any time and he would place everyone around him in danger.

But Kacchan? I think Izuku is still very much traumatized by the fact that he witnessed Kacchan taking a would-be fatal blow for him and falling out of the sky, drenched in blood.

I think he probably realizes that if Kacchan follows him into battle again, there's a real chance it could happen again... Or worse, AFO/Shigaraki, now knowing what a touchy button that is for Izuku, could actively target Kacchan on the battlefield, kill him, and/or use him against Izuku.

And Izuku is in the literary stage where the protagonist thinks that the love they have for someone else is a weak point and a danger/liability to those he loves, and so tries to shoulder all the burden themselves an shut the other out. He doesn't want his friends involved, he doesn't want Kacchan involved.

Because he knows that his love for Kacchan is his weakness. He's finally acknowledging that when Kacchan is hurt or slighted, he tends to lose himself. He loses control of his heart, and this is not something they can afford at this point in the game. Defeating AFO is now or never. (and he just desperately doesn't want Kacchan to be hurt for him anymore.)

He is going to have to learn, however, that, like Kacchan says to him, he can't keep playing the Hero on his own. And that their love can be their greatest strength, instead of a weakness.

So he's left, probably without a conversation with Kacchan. Hori is holding out on showing us this, building onto that tension, and I feel like he has some very significant pay off coming up. We haven't been shown any such conversation because he wants us to keep holding that breath for a little longer.

And if I'm right, it's gonna be dramatic when Izuku breaks down about this to Kacchan, finally. There was also some theories that Kacchan v. Deku 3 is going to follow the progression of their relationship and have this one center around Izuku's feelings being laid bare and Kacchan "accepting his feelings" as Izuku had done for him in KvD2, I think I'm a fan of this theory.

So yeah, Izuku knows that Kacchan is his trigger and purposely left without him for that reason.

That's basically my theory. Probably not the first one to think this, but I thought I'd write about it anyway. to get it outta my head, lmao.

Alsooo, yeah this is tagged for my Bakudeku peeps, and I use the word "love" in this, but you can read that as you will, either platonic or possibly romantic, not here to say this theory calls for canon romantic feelings between BKDK because that's not really my point, but at this point denying that they love each other in SOME capacity is being blind.

Ship or don't ship, but I legitimately think this is the psychology of Izuku's decision right now.

#bnha spoilers #bakudeku #Izuku Midoriya #Katsuki Bakugou #we have been left with this open end for so long #it can't not be intentional

[alwaysdrukkari]

yall there is so much to unpack in the tenochtitlan scene (ty @comradekarin!).

There’s so much, just from a Druig and Makkari standpoint (both their relationship with each other and who they are as individuals) so I’m just going to focus on a few things.

Makkari defending Thena. This isn’t in the linked clip but Makkari was the first Eternal to speak up against Ajak re: Thena’s memories (not counting Thena herself). Gilgamesh didn’t even speak up initially. I’m not dunking on Thena & Gilgamesh’s bond, but I just want to make the observation that Makkari was willing to voice direct opposition to Ajak (and by extension, Arimesh?) when the others were, as Druig later accused them of being, pawns who fell in line behind their leader. (I generally really like Ajak and wish we had more of her in the movie, but her immediately telling Thena after Thena came to that, “yeah you almost killed Makkari, you’re too dangerous and we need to change everything about you” was pretty shitty?) After Makkari speaks, Druig follows her lead — and I kinda just love how they were on the same page about this. Their actions altered the course of the group as it’s only after both of them speak up (and then Druig goes a little too far, but that’s a different topic lol) that Gil volunteers to stay with Thena to let her keep her memories, and Ajak makes the decision to let everyone go their separate ways.

I wonder if Makkari and Druig’s willingness to go to bat for Thena in Tenochtitlan when no one else wanted to defy Ajak’s decision had any bearing on the three of them deciding to head off together at the end of the film. Like since Gilgamesh is not here anymore (for the time being), are Druig and Makkari the next two that she trusts the most in the group?

Thena wounding Makkari. It’s interesting to juxtapose Thena fatally wounding Makkari with Ikaris burying Druig in the earth. Even though Druig and Makkari share mutual feelings, the contexts of those situations with Thena and Ikaris were almost polar opposites, so the way Druig and Makkari reacted was wildly different. I want to look at when Thena wounded Makkari first and Druig’s reaction.

I’m unsure if Druig possesses telepathy but at the very least, he is pretty perceptive, as demonstrated when he figured out Ikaris was the one behind Ajak's death. And when Druig directed his anger about Thena (and any anger he felt about Makkari getting hurt) to the person he thought was actually at fault, Ajak, he also shows that he is someone who is able to take a step back from heat-of-the-moment emotions and look at the bigger picture. I think Druig absolutely understood that Thena was ill and not in control of herself when she wounded Makkari, and I think he also recognized that Makkari getting hurt was one of the inherent risks she took as a fighter moving offensively against an opponent. Makkari chose to directly engage with Thena when she was in the Mahd My’ry state. But from Druig’s pov, if Ajak had lead them differently, both Thena being triggered and Makkari getting hurt trying to protect the others could have been avoided.

That Druig is able to look at the bigger picture (something I imagine he’s probably had to work on over the millennia, given he is so intimately connected with humankind) really adds some extra zest to the line: “Do you know what [watching humans destroy each other when he could stop it instantly] does to someone after centuries?” It was clear Druig was already in a heightened state of agitation because of the genocide, and the Thena/Makkari/erasing memories thing probably pushed him over the edge so he finally had it with this weird utilitarian mission and his own forced inaction.

Ikaris attacks Druig. The interactions and dynamic between Druig and Ikaris was another point of interest; in the clip, after Druig takes control of the people below, Ikaris tries to physically intimidate Druig into falling back in line. Ajak intervenes, but only Ikaris gives his attention to Ajak. Druig, on the other hand, stayed focused on Ikaris, until Ikaris walks away. The exchange only lasts a few seconds but boy did it set a tone? (Also, given how things ended with them, I’m honestly a little surprised their reunion in the present wasn’t more hostile.)

Druig’s monologue in Tenochtitlan gave us a glimpse into how the different Eternals, depending on their positionality within the group especially re: powers, might have interpreted their overall mission. Protecting humans from the Deviants to help them progress doesn’t necessarily equate to “build[ing] a better world” but it’s a natural assumption for Druig to make when that seems to... generally be the result of their interventions? (Of course, we see Ajak and Ikaris’ faces, and they both know what the true mission. Ajak seems resigned and at times, almost guilty, which is why I think she let Druig speak for so long — she knew she just had to let it play out). Before Druig leaves the pyramid, he tells Ajak, “If you wanna stop me, you’re gonna have to kill me.” And everyone heard (of course, lol it’s a small room).

But this line was directly referenced by Ikaris in the present day (“I should have done this five centuries ago”) before he takes Druig to the sky and tries to blast him to smithereens. Ikaris’ line indicates some level of regret that he had not or tried to off Druig back then, so he almost seemed to relish the opportunity to do so during the Emergence. If you look at this from Ikaris’ pov, burying Druig in the volcano was an attempt to right what Ikaris perceived to be a wrong. Ajak didn’t want any of the Eternals to die (as we saw by her solution to helping Thena and allowing Druig to walk away), so she stayed Ikaris’ hand in Tenochtitlan, and even though he clearly did not agree, Ikaris is nothing if not loyal. Although he never was able to make Druig let those people go (and even when Druig released them in present day, it was because of Sersi), and no one ever stopped Druig from taking those humans and making that commune,  when Druig again is attempting to take control of something he shouldn’t be, Ikaris sees this as a redemption of sorts, his chance to make things right on a cosmic scale.

Makkari, of course, completely loses her mind at this, and it’s just another instance of me wishing we had more Makkari in the movie because I would have loved to see a closeup of her during Druig’s monologue in Tenochtitlan. We got that little moment when Druig was arguing with Phastos, and I feel like she certainly would have had something to contribute here too — or even like a look shared between them?? But alas.. couldn’t have it all this movie.

#druig #makkari #druig x makkari #drukkari #idk if i should tag this as meta cause it's all over the place #omg sorry this is so long #idk if this even makes sense lol

[slightlymore]

green (aka ‘red’ part 2)

slytherin doyoung x ravenclaw fem reader

genre: hogwarts au but all different, romance, smut, established relationship (read ‘red’ if you’re into enemies to lovers), fluff

warnings: sexy times (69, bodies connected by slytherin magic idk, little rough, mention of saliva and all that jazz, mention of overstimulation, swallowing, use of magic during sexy times, solo m, solo f, fingering, raw, phone sex, spanking, short istance of subby dy, light bondage dy receiving, dry humping, mention of safe word, borderline sexy times in public), mention of natural events such as thunder, lightning, fire, water, rocks etc lmao, swearing, teasing

words: 9k

huge thanks to @spookyhyuck​ and @sunflowerforhaechan​ for helping me out with this fic!!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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Previously, in Red

“It’s just– it’s unfair. So I– also want to know.”

“You want to own my cock?” he chuckled in the crook of your neck.

“Why do you really have to use such words?!”

“You can do it. You just need to go down on me too.”

“Even if I’m not a slytherin?”

“If you’re in love with your slytherin partner, you don’t need to be one to be tied to them like that.”

“Pants off then. Now.”

Doyoung inhaled once, eyes darting from your face to your hands already trying to unbuckle his belt. 

"Are you-- are you sure about this?" 

Your eyes lit up with mischief, causing the young man to bite his lower lip. "Are you perhaps stuttering now, Kim Doyoung?" 

"I just--you'll legit feel it every time I'll-" 

"So what? Does that make you nervous?" 

You leaned down and cupped his cheek. He let his head fall on the mattress at your gentle push and he closed his eyes when he felt your lips gently kissing his neck. Your fingers started to draw patterns on his collar bones; while the other hand slipped past the restriction of his trousers, touch gentle above his boxers.

Doyoung's breath stopped for a moment before he released it, his cock twitching under your fingertips, so eager to be touched without the layer of fabric of his underwear. 

"I'd love to be able to feel it every time you fucked your fists," you whispered into his open lips, “bet it would make me so wet." 

You dragged the last word out while your hand palmed him and you loved to see him strain his neck to the side, his pulsing artery inviting you to just bite into it. 

And you were about to do it; if Doyoung hadn't of grabbed your wrists and smiled wickedly all of sudden. 

“Alright. But turn around,” he instructed. His fingers intertwined with yours and for a moment it felt fuzzy and warm. But the dying sun and its shadows made him look dangerous instead of aethereal.

“Huh?” you tried to move away but his grip was iron. 

“Turn around? Oh,” You blinked, finally making a sense of his words. 

He smirked again and let go of your arms, sliding his warm hands under your shirt instead until reaching your breasts. Your breath quivered and you straightened your back, letting your head fall as he cupped them, squeezing their softness harshly until you gasped. 

And then he became the one to rise and connect his teeth to your neck after discarding your upper garment with an aggressive pull. 

You closed your eyes - mind imagining just how badly your Ravenclaw bed was going to creak in a moment when the two of you made contact with the ancient bedframe - Doyoung reaching the swell of your breasts with the tip of his tongue.

 You felt your bra slowly descending off your torso as well. Doyoung grabbed it roughly and threw it somewhere in the room as if unable to wait a single moment. Just as roughly, he pulled you down on top of him and pushed your pyjama bottoms off your ass in one fatal swoop. 

"Come here," he murmured, tongue slightly poking out of his mouth; the thought of you sitting on top of that making shivers travel all across your body. Your chest was pressed on his but the fabric of his shirt bothered you too much, so hungry to feel his skin instead. 

So you leaned down and took his tongue inside your mouth, dancing with it and making him taste yours whilst your fingers gathered his top until feeling his abdomen and pecs defined, beneath the shirt. Then you forced it off, ruffling his fluffy dark hair playfully, before finally biting into his neck just as you had been dying to do. He chuckled, his throat moving accordingly to the vibrations of his deep voice but it soon transformed into an airy panting as you moved the biting down across his collarbones; placing wet kisses all across his chest, flicking his nipples and biting on the soft skin of his abs. Doyoung gulped when you reached the most prominent veins of his navel and you smiled, tracing one with the tip of your tongue until reaching the waistband of his boxers. 

"Ah shit, just-," he choked. You froze; keeping your hot breath close to his twitching cock just to make him gasp. 

You didn't go any further though and just smiled, putting on a short show for him, namely taking off your bottoms and underwear before sitting on top of his legs again. 

He admired you from underneath his hooded eyelids, but before you could tease him as you intended to, he flicked his wrist and your body moved the other way accompanied by your high pitched yelp. 

"Doyoung!" You leaned forward to steady yourself, as your ass was already being kneaded by his impatient hands. 

He chuckled once and pulled you by the waist until you could feel his breath between your legs. 

"Be a good girl," he murmured and dove in, the movement of his tongue around your clit making you moan too loudly for the university campus. 

"We need--to soundproof--the room-" you tried to speak with a broken voice as Doyoung spread you out with his hands, fingers pressed into the softness of your ass. 

"You can be silent with my cock inside that mouth." 

Mind clouded as you moved your hips to ride his tongue, you almost forgot about Doyoung's painfully hard cock poking out of his boxers. 

So you leaned down, trying to keep your moans as silent as possible and watched it spring out of the underwear on the lower stomach. Doyoung's hiss didn't go unnoticed by your ears as you pumped it, so you eagerly licked a strip up on it and felt his slight shudder. The you let out a trail of saliva past your lips and you watched it coat his tip. 

"Shit," he breathed on your clit as you pursed your lips on it and when you actually took it inside your wet mouth, hand working the base, his fingers pulled you even lower on his face. 

You moaned as his tongue fucked inside of you quickly, the vibrations of your throat causing him to get even more eager. With your cheeks sucked in to take as much as you could and one hand held steady to work the rest, you bobbed your head quickly, matching his pace. Then you finally took it all in until you felt it inside your throat, making him groan as he moved his hips upwards for more. You gasped for air as you let his cock slide out, glistening with your saliva, and you pumped it with your fist, moaning a second time when you felt Doyoung's fingers stretching you out. 

It was already too much. Your mind was hazy and your muscles aching. And when you felt another finger being added, making you squeeze your thighs together and curl your toes, your own fingers never letting his cock go, you moaned loudly. 

"Shh," He warned you, amused at you getting louder and louder as your orgasm approached. So you leaned down again, forehead resting on his thigh for a moment before starting to resume sucking on his cock again. 

Doyoung's legs twitched imperceptibly at your sudden touch and the movement of his tongue, back on your clit, got too erratic, showing you how close he was himself. 

"Babe, ah--fuck," he mumbled with broken breaths, his fingers digging into your sides, until he thrust inside your mouth a few times uncontrollaby and then went limp moments before you could feel his seed shoot on your tongue. You kept still as much as you could before letting it out, slowly working the length as it sprouted a few times on your breasts as well, descending on your nipples and his abdomen. 

Doyoung groaned a few more times and right after you finished swallowing you arched your back, his mouth sucking on you so needily as if he was still trying to reach his own high. 

Your nails dug into his thighs and your hips started to move on their own on his face, riding his tongue and trying to keep as quiet as possible. 

"Cumming!" you mumbled, mind hazy and muscles aching. 

Doyoung hummed pleased and didn't stop even when you started to uncontrollably shake in his hold, fucking you through your orgasm until you had to beg him to stop. 

__________

“What were you doing when this happened?” 

The man stated in a monotone voice, in full concentration as he was staring at his device connected to Doyoung’s room. He was standing in the middle of it, the only spot without any burnt patches or open flames.

The latter's mind went to last night, the feeling of his cock inside his desperate palm as the image of your mouth roamed his imagination; so he let out a short “heh” before clearing his throat. 

“So I was in bed.” 

“With someone?” The man mumbled. 

“Alone.” Doyoung replied. 

And it wasn’t a lie. He came inside your mouth that day and when he got to his room again all he could think of was cumming inside of it again. 

The man didn't reply for a moment. 

“And you said that it was as if an explosion happened that made your whole room catch fire?” 

“Yep.” Doyoung slid his hands in the sweatpants pockets, fighting the urge to swing back and forth on his heels. 

“Well, the room is not malfunctioning or anything. I just think your emotions were too strong."

The man raised his eyes to stare at Doyoung’s face. “Whatever they were," he added. 

The lack of emotions on the dude’s face was making things even more awkward. 

“Uhm yeah, I think I was having a nightmare or something…” Doyoung scratched the back of his head. 

The man hummed and with one last click, he sighed and twisted his wrist once. Doyoung inhaled relieved to see his burnt walls turn to their original state. He had never experienced a rub so good it made his room burn like hell itself before. 

“Thank you, sir," Doyoung addressed the man that was already walking towards the door. 

“Next time this happens-” The stiff man said, turning around once, feet in the corridor, “-just imagine water or something.” 

“And what if my room gets flooded?”

The man straightened his jacket with a short tug. “Well, just don’t jack off then.” 

With a little smile, Doyoung was ready to see him off and hide under the covers. 

__________

“What do you mean by an explosion?” 

You leaned closer to Doyoung, who was sitting across the table from you in the study room, to hear his whispers better. 

“Like a real ka-boom?” A curious voice asked as well. 

Doyoung and you both turned your heads towards Haechan, standing and resting with his elbows on the desk as close to you as possible. 

“This is a private conversation!” You gently whisper-yelled, pushing Haechan back. 

"I'm just curious to know more about the rooms!” He whined, straightening his back. 

“Well, didn’t you feel it?” Doyoung’s words were directed towards you and you gulped, remembering the sensation you felt the previous night. 

It did feel like an explosion inside your whole body. If that was what your connection was going to feel like in the future, you were surely going to lose your mind with each orgasm. 

“Of course I did! But my room didn’t catch fire.”

Doyoung’s adam apple travelled up and down in his throat. “Lee. Can you please just fuck off for a second?” 

Haechan, face almost touching Doyoung’s one, opened his palms and took a few steps back again. 

“I think,” you waited a moment, eyes darting around as if trying to gather more courage, “it happened because I was doing it too.” 

Doyoung’s jaw fell open and Haechan whistled. 

“Well, shit. If I blow up my room while I think of my cute girlfriend then what’s going to happen when I actually fuck my cute girlfriend?” 

You bit your lower lip, trying to not giggle at his words but it was impossible.

 Doyoung's gaze caressed your face and his expression relaxed into a smile.

“You like that? Me calling you my girlfriend?” He touched your hand and you intertwined your fingers soon after. 

“Uhm, guys, I think you should take this to the bedroom now...” Haechan trailed off, seeing you imperceptibly lean into each other. 

“Maybe we should just not masturbate at the same time,” you whispered. 

“Maybe we should just blow up the entire university.” Doyoung whispered back, before your lips inevitably clashed together making Haechan groan and a few other nosey people in the vicinity look away too. 

__________

It was a sunny day and the grass outside never felt softer as you sat down crossed legged. Doyoung’s hand was still intertwined with yours and you giggled when instead of letting it go as you tugged away, he just pulled you towards himself. 

“I just can’t get enough of you,” his breath caressed your lips. The kiss was slow and soft and you melted in his arms. 

You hummed teasingly then watched as Doyoung indicated towards you and a sandwich gently breezed inside your hand from the basket he carried. 

“Stop boasting your object moving skills,” you smiled before taking a bite. Your knees touched as he sat down as well and he smirked seeing your uniform skirt slide up your thigh a bit. 

“My room still reflects my mood even when I’m outside of it,” he continued as you munched on the food. “Perhaps I should keep the distance.”

“Can’t you just turn it off?” 

Doyoung snickered. “Yeah. I’m on my way to ask the principal to turn off my room because I want to have mad sex and I end up destroying it.” 

You tilted your head to the side as if thinking for a moment. Then you noticed Doyoung’s gaze. 

“What?” 

“That turned you on just now,” he smiled. 

You gulped. “No.”

He sighed knowingly. “Yes.” 

You exchanged a look. 

“Can you feel it?” 

“Can you not?” 

“I thought it was just my feeling. Is this you being horny right now?”

“I think it’s both mixed.” 

“You said that I would only know when you orgasm.” 

“Well, that’s what I thought too.” 

You both stared at each other for a moment as if doomed. 

Then Doyoung’s eyes twinkled and the heat inside of your gut intensified. 

“Doyoung! Stop it.” 

“Hmm, can you resist this though?” he leaned in like a snake trying to catch your lips. 

“We’re outside,” you whispered, placing your hands on his chest. 

“We’re hidden. No one’s looking.” 

The burning sensation inside your gut intensified even more and when you felt completely wet Doyoung exhaled. 

"Oh, I know," he whispered on your lips when you tried to tell him. "I think--," he licked his lower lip, looking at you twitching in front of him. "I can make you cum with only my words." 

You whined closing your eyes and trying to calm your quick breath whilst your hands grabbed fistfuls of his shirt. 

"Please, this is torture."

You squeezed your legs together and Doyoung was quick to slide one hand between them just enough to keep them apart, kneading the soft flesh in the meantime. 

His lips brushed yours and you let go, diving in desperately, sucking on his tongue as if only that alone could make you go over the edge. His hums were deep and rough and you wondered how he managed to keep it together. 

"Hold tight," he ordered and you gasped, unable to breathe for a moment before blinking hard and seeing new trees adorning Doyoung's figure. 

"Wait," you furrowed your eyebrows. He smiled hovering on top of you. The breeze felt different and there were no more screaming students in the background. 

Then you realized. 

"Is this your room?" you tried to look around above his shoulder. 

The green moss under your back was soft to the touch and the campus surely didn't have any waterfalls like the one shining under the setting sun. 

"Doyoung, did you really just transport us in your room as if it was nothing?" 

"Perks of being a Prefect," his soft breath caressed your ear as he outlined it with his lips. 

"I’m a Prefect too but I can't do this!" 

"Then, perks of being a horny Slytherin," he chuckled and you felt his tongue gently drawing patterns on your neck. The breath you took in was sharky and you tightened your hold around his torso, pulling him towards you even more with your legs. 

"Just fuck me already," you whined and Doyoung was quick to unzip his pants, pupils so big that you could see your own reflection in his eyes. 

"I think this is going to be very quick," he grunted, pushing your panties to the side and pressing his tip into your clit. 

You threw your head back and opened your mouth in a soundless moan, choking when he pushed inside slowly. 

"I don't need much either," you managed to speak before you both started to pant in unison. Your fingers got tangled in his luscious hair, wrapping his neck with your arms and lungs filled with his scent. Your mouths were open against each other as if starved and you wondered why it took you so long to fuck again. 

The moans were quick to invade the room and when your body started to shift back and forth under his weight, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down around your head. 

Doyoung kissed you once and bit on your lower lip, stretching it out as his hips slowed down, making you feel every inch so very well. 

“I can feel the way you like it when I’m like this,” he murmured amused. 

You inhaled deeply as he hit it hard a few times then slowed down again. The waterfall burst in sync and you felt a few drops of water on your skin. 

“And I guess you can also feel the way you’re torturing me right now,” you breathed out, clenching around him as if begging for release.

“Yeah,” he outlined your lips with the tip of his tongue, “and it’s so fun.” 

Your hips moved upwards, needing more and he chuckled once, lifting himself on the knees and lifting one of your legs to his shoulder.

“I think I need some magical words now, baby.” 

You tried to roll your eyes to the side and move your arms but he clicked his tongue and you realized the amount of control he had on you. 

“I can’t believe you’re balls deep inside of me and still have the strength to keep my wrists down with magic.”

“Oh, you want me to lose control?” 

You looked around the room, or better, the dark green forest, and imagined it on fire but your lucid thoughts lost any meaning the moment Doyoung started to move again, the sound of his hips hitting the underside of your thighs becoming too overwhelming. Your spinning head got you whining and moaning his name, again and again, each time louder until he actually lost control and your fingers were free for you to dig them into his chest, palming his stomach and going up to reach his face. He kissed your fingertips leaning down again as you started to twitch in his hold. 

“Shit,” he cursed through his teeth, your approaching orgasm making him unable to distinguish between his one and yours. 

You gasped, lips forming the words and he grunted. “I know, baby, I know.” 

And when it came crashing down on you, it felt so right yet so terrifying that you thought you were about to pass out. 

The waterfall moved its course right above you and you screamed while Doyoung laughed loudly, his hair getting all wet and dripping above you. 

You tried to open your eyes, passing your hands on your face. 

“We’re all wet now!” 

“You were wet way before this,” he chuckled, his cool skin so smooth to the touch that you pulled him down until he was able to rest his face on your chest. 

He wrapped your torso with his arms, caging you under his weight and you sighed relieved, still dizzy from the mind-blowing experience. 

"I can't believe this just happened."

You looked up at the calm waterfall and its pink water that reflected the sunset. A few birds you didn't notice before were chirping. 

“Can you get rid of my clothes without touching me?” you wondered. 

Doyoung chuckled and his breath warmed your bosom. 

“Yes.” 

You gasped. “Who have you been practising with?” 

He lifted his head to rest his chin on you. “It’s second-year magic.” 

“They don’t teach us to undress people.” 

“They teach us to move stuff. I can move it from your body to the floor. Same thing.” 

“Then do it. Wet clothes feel aw-” you tried to complete the sentence but didn’t manage to as you suddenly felt his wet body on yours instead of the fabric. 

“What are we? Like Adam and Eve?” you laughed at the image of you both naked and lying on a patch of moss. 

He kissed your lips slowly. “Perhaps we were. Like in a past life or something.” 

You hummed, pushing his dripping hair back. “So the room it’s better flooded than burnt?” 

“The soil will absorb everything so when I'll turn it back, abracadabra, no water left.” 

“Why are you so smart?” you smiled. 

“Actually, I dropped out of the top 10.” 

Your smile died. 

“What?” 

“You too.” 

“What?!” 

__________

“Oh shit.” 

You were standing in the corridor, one hand on your mouth and eyes wide looking at that month’s academic ranking sheet. 

“How is this possible?” you asked Doyoung who sighed near you. 

"I thought you were aware."

“Well, when was the last time you folks handed in homework?” Haechan stopped by, head shaking like a disappointed parent. You both turned your heads towards him. 

“We’ve been-” you started to speak but drifted off, unsure on how to continue. 

“Busy,” Doyoung concluded with a nod. 

“Oh yeah,” Haechan eyed Doyoung’s bright hickey on the side of the neck. “I can see that. Keep up the good work then,” he patted both of your shoulders. "Also, you have leaves in your hair."

It was your turn to sigh. Doyoung reached the top of your head and retrieved a small leaf. 

“I think we need to schedule our meetings-” you started but Doyoung interrupted you, alarmed. 

“What? No way!”

You crossed your arms on your chest and faced your boyfriend. 

“We’re not going to graduate if we keep fucking all day.” 

And Kim Doyoung actually pouted. “I don’t care.” 

“You’ve been fighting for first place all of this time!” 

“It’s because I was trying to win over you. Now it’s not important, is it? Because you're mine."

You had to close your eyes to gather your shit. 

“Doyoung, our future-” 

“My future is you.” 

“Oh my God, stop being cringy for a second."

He hummed amused and pulled you towards his chest. You reluctantly let him do it and wrapped his torso. He smelled like forest and well - like Doyoung. 

“We can study and fuck,” he murmured in the crook of your neck. 

“What are you? A bunny?” 

“We can study together,” he looked at you as you lifted your gaze on his face. 

“You already know how bad of an idea that is, Doyoung.” 

He rolled his eyes and sighed. 

“Okay. Knowing you, there's already a plan."

You let him go and lifted one finger as you started to announce the rules. “We can meet once a day.” 

“Oh my God," he rubbed his forehead. 

“When we meet, we can fuck only if we’ve already finished our assignments,” you added a second finger. 

Doyoung passed one hand through his hair annoyed. “Alright.” 

“Three. If you try some weird shit while I’m busy, I’ll beat your ass.” 

He smirked. 

“Do you understand?” 

“Yes. You’ll beat my ass. Understood.” 

“You don’t want that,” you warned him.

“I absolutely do not want that,” he kissed your lips once. 

__________

Doyoung turned around and around. 

His bed felt cold and uncomfortable that night and everything he desired was having you warm it up. He thought he loved studying but while working on his homework he realized that he has been in love with you instead all of that time. 

The wall clock ticked slowly until Doyoung groaned and broke it with a twist of his wrist. Then he hated the way it looked on his wall so he sent it flying out of the window. 

With a grunt, he rolled over and tried to find his phone. 

From DY: you up? 

From You: yes, studying. as you should 

From DY: hmmm 

You sighed looking up at the screen for a second more before putting it away.

 Then you suddenly froze, hand in the air and your panties absolutely soaked. 

“Kim Doyoung. I swear I’ll-,” you’ve never called someone as quickly as him at that moment and you hated the way you squeezed your thighs together at the sound of his sleepy voice. 

“Yes?” 

“Doyoung.” 

“Yeah.” 

You exhaled. “I’m mad at you.” 

“Hot,” he chuckled. 

“Stop whatever you’re doing right now.” 

“Hmm, can’t,” he gulped and his shifting on the bed synced with the feeling inside of your stomach. 

“I have a test tomorrow!” 

“I can teach you if you come over,” he murmured. 

“I can teach myself very well if-” 

“If you didn’t have your mind so clouded right now?” 

You started to pant lightly and you closed your eyes. 

“I’m just minding my own business,” he teased you. “Turn off the phone.” 

The grip on your desk went unnoticed to you until you started to lightly shake, the wet sound of his fist working himself paired with his deep and lazy voice too tempting for you to actually put the phone away. 

“Doyoung. We talked about it. Rule number three. I’ll beat your ass.” 

“Come over and do it then.” 

You sighed annoyed and let the silence fill the space for a while. 

“Y/N,” he whispered. “Just a moment. Touch yourself.” 

“You’re going to burn the room,” you tried to joke, ignoring the way your hand slowly descended between your legs. Perhaps he wouldn’t notice. 

But he sighed once and his breath got louder. “Good girl,” he praised you. 

You closed your eyes and bit your lower lip, listening to Doyoung’s sounds and adding some whines of your own to the orchestra. 

“Can’t you really come over? This is driving me insane,” he groaned. 

“If I come over, you’ll keep me occupied all night.” 

Doyoung chuckled once then swore silently as you slid a finger inside of yourself, pumping quickly until the wet sounds reached his ears. 

“I bet it doesn’t feel as good as my fingers.” 

The chair you were sat on fell to the ground with a loud bang as you stood up and leaned on the desk. Your arm was trembling so you bent it, resting on your forearm instead, forehead pressed hard on it as your fingers were indeed too short to give you the pleasure you were seeking. 

“Oh babe, you’re doing such a mess over there,” he had the audacity to snicker but then his voice died in a choke as you started to moan his name like a mantra, over and over. He surely could feel the way the heat growing inside your limbs were making you curl your toes and bite on your own skin. 

“Are you going to cum with me?” you mewled and Doyoung just about lost his mind. His panting filled the phone speaker and as you reached your orgasm, lulled by his swearing, his moans got engulfed by loud thuds. 

“Doyoung?” you tried to reach the phone with a trembling hand but the beep replaced his voice. 

__________

“This is very embarrassing,” he whispered to himself. 

You were both standing in his room, arms crossed on the respective chests and eyes trying to make sense of what you were looking at. 

You ran as quickly as lightning towards the Slytherin rooms, worried out of your own mind, just to see Doyoung sat on a gigantic rock instead of his bed. 

“What happened?” you walked towards him before tripping on the unstable floor. 

“Oh, careful!” he slid down and caught you in his arms before you could get yourself a free rhinoplasty. 

“Are you okay?” you asked him and his red cheeks told you that he was absolutely fine and actually still high as fuck from the mindblowing rub. 

He chuckled. “We’re in a cave!” 

You rolled your eyes and pushed his chest away. “You scared the shit out of me. Rocks started to fall down? What the hell happened?"

He sighed, looking around. “The walls and ceiling started to disintegrate.” 

“This makes absolutely no sense. I don’t believe there’s no other Slytherin with your problems. One can not have control over this. This is so much responsibility. How is this safe for school? I will go and ask-”

“Hey, hey, Y/N, shh,” he cupped your face and smiled. “It’s alright.” 

“It’s not! You burn then you get hit with rocks. And for what? Because you’re horny. I’m worried but I’m also mad!” you replied but him squishing your cheeks didn’t make your discourse aggressive at all. Doyoung smiled again and gave you a peck on your duck lips. 

“At least you’re in my room now.” 

“I’m not! I’m in a cave.” 

“I learned the spell,” he announced and took a step back like one of those muggle magicians with hats full of bunnies. “What bedding colour do we want tonight, Miss?” 

“We? I’m going back to my normal room to study.” 

Doyoung pouted. “Ah, come on. Just sleep with me. What if scary wolves start appearing from the walls this time? Or a tornado? Even worse, your father to beat my ass?”

“You’re insufferable. Also you wouldn’t want my father to see me sleeping with you, would you?” 

He chuckled delightedly as a child and with both wrists and a little wince of effort he turned his room back to normal. 

You inhaled and exhaled deeply as he let himself fall on the bed, patting the side of it for you to join him. 

“I’ve never been as empty as now. That nut almost killed me so I just want to sleep. Please.”

You sighed again and moved towards him. “Okay. But this is the last time.” 

_________

It wasn’t the last time. 

You tried to avoid Doyoung as much as possible for your own sanity and your academic well-being. And his actual survival. But it was impossibile to not bump into his firm chest at every corner. 

“Doyoung! Leave me alone!” you would announce from far away as he would walk down the corridor. “I know you have a test in ten minutes. We don’t have time for this.” 

“Just a single kiss,” he gave you The Eyes. 

Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin Prefect? Scary, intimidating, domineering. 

Kim Doyoung, your boyfriend? Clingy, soft, a complete fool. 

And you adored him. 

His friend laughed and walked away, leaving Doyoung behind to bother you further. 

“A hug?” he tried again as you shook your head. 

“Okay, okay. A handshake,” he smiled and you rolled your eyes amused, extending your hand. 

Doyoung grabbed it and kissed your knuckles slowly, then gently kissed one of your fingertips, his dark eyes not letting your figure go for a moment. Your pupils shook as he would kiss another fingertip, then another, and before you could realize you were in his arms, mouths on each other, his body pressing into yours and pushing you towards the first classroom available. 

“Doyoung. Rule number 2,” your voice was a tiny choked breath. 

“I don’t care.”

“What if someone’s going to see?” you whispered alarmed as he lifted you with a thud on the professor’s desk. 

“Let them watch. Are you up to give them a hot show?” 

“Stop joking! We can be expelled!” 

“You won’t care about that in a second,” he announced, falling on his knees and pushing your panties to the side. 

You inhaled sharply and slid your fingers into his hair, mouth open in a silent moan as Doyoung’s tongue actually made you forget whatever concern you had. 

“Doyoung, I said, you have a test,” you mumbled, fingers gripping his hair and pulling. 

He stood up, hands placed on each side of you and his gaze made you immediately regret your tone. 

“Is this how you talk to me?” he lifted one eyebrow. 

“Is your little Slytherin ego hurt?” you tried to imitate him but failed as he pulled you down from the desk and turned you around. 

“I see that you miss our fights,” he growled inside your ear before bending you over. 

The first slap to your ass made you bite your lower lip. The second made you moan and the third got your panties even wetter than before. 

“If you’re going to whine so much about it then you just deserve to not cum at all.” 

“You are not leaving me here like this now,” you warned him, hearing him fumbling behind you. 

“Hmm, and if I do?” 

“I will edge myself until you burst yourself.” 

“Let’s see,” he took a step back and dusted his jacket, ready to leave. 

You let out a whine of protest. 

"What?" 

You wiggled your butt. "Come on."

Doyoung raked your skirt up again slowly. 

"Come on, what?" 

It was a long and cruel battle and you secretly enjoyed every bit of it. He waited for you to talk again, running his fingers all over your ass as if bored but his thoughts were not hidden to your gut. 

You tried to turn around but his palms pinned you down again with a soft thud. 

You turned your wrists and he let out a surprised chuckle, quick to shield it. 

"Is this a Defense against the dark arts class?" 

You smiled. "Yes. You're the dark arts." 

He hummed and got closer until you felt the fabric of his pants brush against the underside of your nude thighs. And when he raked his hand through your hair you moaned, letting him open your lips with his tongue as you arched your back.

It was a slow and sinful kiss, and you melted into it as he fucked your mouth with his. 

You were both panting when he broke it off and turned you around. Quick to hook your legs around his waist, you kissed again as if for the first time. 

You pushed his hair back and he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth. He ran his tongue along with it and you dove in again, sucking on it. Nails digging and palms pressing on the desk loudly, you begged him without words as he breathed heavily into your neck. 

Shifting and rocking together, murmuring incoherently, you set his room on fire for the second time. 

__________

“I’m calm today. It’s fine,” Doyoung looked at you with wide innocent eyes. 

You were both sitting on his room’s fluffy rug (“Do you like the green? I made it appear only for you”), your books all scattered around you and your nerves thin, expecting your boyfriend to jump on you anytime now. 

The lighting in his room as he was rearranging your guts just days before attracted half of the Slytherin people to the door. Doyoung had some explaining to do as soon as he got back, shirt out of his pants and swollen lips. 

"Are you perhaps going through a rough time?" the gentle Nurse that came to assist eventual injuries asked, timidly entering the smoky room. "You know you can talk to me whenever. Your father and I-," 

"Oh no, Ma'am. I'm doing well actually," Doyoung was quick to interrupt her after dismissing all kids polluting the corridor. 

"This happens when one's mad though."

He chuckled once. "I am definitely not mad. I'm--happy actually," Doyoung explained and coughed a few times, hand swatting around his face. It would take him more than a few wrists turns to make his room look decent again. 

"Doyoung-," 

"Ma'am, I have a girlfriend."

She blinked at him then suddenly blushed. 

"Oh!" she then smiled. "Oh. Well," she took a napkin out of her coat and gently patted her neck. "I know married couples that never managed to change the colour of the lights. Imagine turning it on fire," she laughed slowly and Doyoung hummed, hand resting on the debris of his bed, waiting for her to finally leave. 

"I'll send your father a letter to congratulate myself for the nice couple-,”

"Oh no no no no" he sprinted in front of her, hands on both of her shoulders. "My father would surely appreciate it but he's-uh- currently- hm- out of the country."

Her eyes twinkled with malice. "Then you'll have to be cute with your girlfriend for a while and keep your room intact."

“I swear. I’m cute. Just a calm studying date. Promise,” he actually lifted his pinky and you smiled, wrapping it with yours and touching thumbs. 

Then you sighed turning your computer on. 

“I’m glad. I missed our fluffy moments and I can’t believe the actual Nurse threatened you- Doyoung!” you interrupted yourself as you eyed his hand on your ankle. 

“I’m not doing anything,” he blinked at you. You hummed as a warning. 

“Come on. You would have felt it.” 

You narrowed your eyes at him and resumed your fumbling. He didn't look away though and you could actually see his movements in your peripheral vision. 

"Doyoung."

"What? I'm just getting comfortable."

"Leaning towards me?" 

"Oh, come on. I missed you," he got as close as to touch shoulders with you and place a hand on your thigh. 

"Had no idea Slytherins were so cuddly," you looked at it, worried. 

"Hm? Is this-," he squeezed your leg, "making you feel some type of way?" 

You pursed your lips. "Not at all."

"Not at all you say?" his voice was getting dangerously lower as he started to play with the hem. 

"Doyoung, the studying-," you tried to speak but he placed a single kiss on your jaw, interrupting you. 

"The what?" he murmured. 

You gulped. "We-," 

"Go on," he kissed your neck, stealing a real moan from your chest. 

He chuckled. "So easy."

“Okay, you know what? That’s it. You deserve to be punished,” you announced, grabbing his green Slytherin tie and pulling it towards you. Doyoung exhaled and almost lost his balance, his eyes wide open at your actions. 

“What are you doing?” he stared at your hand. 

You ignored him. “Hmm, let’s see. What safeword should we use?” you wondered, deep in thoughts. 

“Eh? Safeword?” 

“What about ‘green’?” 

“What about it?” 

“Say it when it’s too much, honey,” you explained and got up, starting to walk and dragging your boyfriend by the tie. He followed you quickly towards the bed, almost tripping on his feet, and he let you push him roughly on it. 

It’s not that he didn’t have any strength, but he was so shocked that he couldn’t move a single limb. 

“You know what Ravenclaws are good at?” 

He shook his head. 

“Wit, originality and winning,” you recited, lifting his chin with your nail. 

“You’re also good at sucking cock,” he murmured, the little smile blooming on his lips showing his senses coming back to his body. 

You tsked and slid his tie off his shirt making his hiss at the harsh movement. Then you touched each button on that shirt and they fell to his lap, slowly exposing his collarbones and chest. 

Doyoung kept his eyes on you like two dark fires and you knew he was waiting for you to hesitate for a single moment so he could attack instead. 

“Can I play too or is this a one-sided fight?” he wondered, leaning down on his elbows, his tongue slowly wetting his lips. His bed was a dark green velvet this time and his figure on it made your mouth water. 

“Go ahead,” you replied. 

He hummed lazily and looked at you as if unsure of what to do first. 

Then your buttons popped too. 

All of them and at the same time. 

You closed your eyes briefly at the sound and breathed out shakily. 

“Really? Copying me?” 

Doyoung shrugged and indicated to you that it was your turn. 

So you put on a brave smirk and walked towards him slowly, letting your uniform shirt fall on the ground at his feet. T

hen you climbed on his lap. 

He followed your movements and you were pleased to see the little breaths coming out of his open lips as you leaned down as if to kiss him but twisted your wrists instead. 

His arms moved towards you and unsupported, his back hit the mattress. 

Doyoung chuckled once but the smile disappeared as his tie slowly wrapped his hands like a snake. 

“Babe?” 

“I’ve been honing my skills too,” you explained and got off him right at the same moment his body slid quickly on the sheets until meeting the bed board with a soft thud. 

He groaned once, trying to move his arms but they didn’t budge, tightly secured above his head. 

You giggled and straddled his thighs again, palming his nude stomach in the meantime. 

“Hmm, what should I do with you now?” you wondered. 

Doyoung bit his lower lip and whispered a spell. Your bra slid down your arms and you pouted. 

“Poor baby. With your wrists tied like that you can’t do mental spells? This is all you can do now?” you discarded the item of clothing to the side. "Hmm, not even horny Slytherins can perform magic with tied arms, can they?”

He let his head fall down on the pillow, the annoyed smile adorning his pretty face making you weak in the knees. 

“I don’t need magic to get you begging,” he retorted, his dark gaze adding to the discourse. 

“Alright,” you gave it to him with a shrug. “But what are you going to do when I do this-” you slid your fingers between your legs, “and you can only watch?” you finished right when your fingertips touched your wet clit. 

You inhaled at the sensation and Doyoung swore silently, his arms tugging at the restraints. The moans escaping your lips were little and soft as you went gently on yourself and you didn’t need any Slytherin connection to know what the view of you half-naked on top of Doyoung did to him. 

“Take your skirt off too,” he murmured, eyes trained on your hand hidden by the fabric. 

“Mmm, I don’t think you’re in a position to give orders now,” you replied but did as he suggested, slowly unzipping the skirt on your hip. Then you moved to the side and slid it off your legs. When you tried to get your panties off too, you huffed feeling them move on your thighs by themselves. 

“You’re going to lose all of your strength with your little tricks,” you turned your head to face him. 

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To have me all weak for you to play with me?”

The dying lights in his room were flickering on his skin and with his black strands of hair on the white pillows and his open shirt, he looked like some sort of powerful count. 

No, he didn’t look weak to you at all. 

“Okay, stop playing along now,” you returned on his thighs and sat on his hard cock. 

He bit his lower lip at the sensation and lifted his hip a few times to make you bounce on it. 

“I am not,” he turned his head to the side, teasingly, like a little bird. 

“You’re enjoying yourself right now," you whispered. 

Doyoung took in the sight of you slowly grinding on his pants and breathed out. “Damn right I am. You wanted me to suffer?” 

“Yes.” 

Your fingers softly pressed on his chest as you moved on top of him, his dress pants luscious on your skin. 

"I'm going to cum all over you then leave you like this. What do you think?" 

"Oh, so this is all about revenge."

You didn't reply and closed your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation. Doyoung's abs kept twitching under your fingertips as you tried to reach your high and edging him at the same time. 

You really wondered how long he would last without begging and just imagining his pretty lips forming those pleas just added to the overwhelming sensation inside of you. 

"There's no risk of you destroying this room again and it's also an opportunity for you to learn a lesson," you tried to sound coherent but his dark smirk made you stutter. 

"Yeah," his voice was husky and you gulped. "You look so pretty like this, desperately riding my cock." His eyes danced on your bouncing breasts and for a moment you realized that you were not winning at all. 

You were losing so badly that you didn't have enough strength to keep his hands tied anymore. You fell onto his chest, so close to climax that your head got full of static. Dizzy and whimpering, mouth open on his, breathing his air and rolling your hips, you cried out, legs shaking and muscles twitching, loving the way defeat tasted like. 

__________

Doyoung was sitting in front of you during the Debate class both of your houses shared. It has been weeks since you didn’t actually debate with him and the hours went on very boringly. 

“Since you’ve both been, you know,” Haechan did an obscene gesture with his hands so you lightly slapped them down from the professor’s eyes, “the class lost its spark. Not gonna lie.” 

You smiled a bit and resumed your previous position, chin on the palm of your hand and eyes on Doyoung’s shoulders. 

“He’s saying smart things lately. Nothing to add to it.” 

“He was saying smart things before as well. You were just blinded by hatred. And now you’re blinded by love.” 

You sighed, watching the way the warm rays of sun danced on your boyfriend’s skin. 

Then you straightened your back. 

Haechan blinked at your sudden reaction and waited for you to say something. 

“I have an idea on how to make the class funny again.” Your eyes twinkled with malice and Haechan made a face. 

“Hmm. Sounds like a bad idea.” 

You ignored him and bit your lower lip, eyes piercing Doyoung’s back, not moving even when Haechan waved his hand in front of your face. 

“Are you trying to bewitch him or something?” 

“Or something,” you murmured. 

And to Haechan’s surprise Doyoung actually jolted in his seat. It went unnoticed to others but it was obvious to whom stared. 

And you were staring. 

“What did you do?” Haechan inquiried, eyes darting from you to him and back to you. 

You hummed amused and waited a few more moments. 

Doyoung leaned back in his seat and exhaled. 

“What’s going on?” Haechan whispered again. 

“I’m thinking of him eating me out.” 

“What??” Your friend asked too loudly, making a few people turn around. 

Doyoung also turned and his gaze could have made you get up and run away if you weren’t in class. 

Careful, it was saying but unfortunately it just added to the sensation in both of your bodies, making him close his eyes for a second. 

Then you gasped as well. 

Haechan got the gist of it and clicked his tongue in disapproval. 

“Yall nasty.” 

_________

"Where do you think you're going?" 

Doyoung pressed his palm on the wall behind you, caging you with his arms soon after. 

"Hey, boo," you smiled nonchalantly. 

He narrowed his eyes at you, the hand near your face moving to trace your cheekbone then jaw. It stopped on your lower lip, his thumb dragging it a bit, slowly touching your skin. 

"So you want war," he murmured. “Refusing me, then fucking yourself on me. Now, thinking who knows what dirty things in class just to get me all worked up. What’s up with the rules you made?”

Your throat twitched as you gulped, his palm now hovering over the softness of it. 

The little whine that came out of your lips made Doyoung smirk, but then he straightened his back and took a few steps back. 

Touch me touch me touch me touch me

"Let there be war," he loosened up his tie and turned around, the sound of his shoes clicking on the shiny corridor pavement poignant as your heartbeat. 

__________

It was late and the night was darker than usual. 

You came back from your last exam of the semester and you were fuming. Dizzy and unable to concentrate on the paper, you could only think of Doyoung’s long and slender fingers slowly pumping inside of you.

Fuck. 

You could almost see his annoying smirk, somewhere on campus, getting himself horny just to get you horny too. And when you thought he’d let you rest for the day while untying the knot of your robe, ready to slip under the covers, you felt a weird sensation vibrating through your body. 

Looking down, you noticed your pyjama move as if an invisible wind haunted your room. It gently nudged you towards the door and you tried to resist for a second. Then the sudden burst of heat inside your core made you inhale sharply. 

“Fuck,” you mumbled and grabbed your robe, trying to wear it again to not show the entire campus your thin nightgown. 

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” you whispered to no one, feeling your feet being dragged on the pavement. Like a Russian ballet dancer, you slid across the corridors and hoped no one would see you as you secretly exited the Ravenclaw chambers. 

“Just--a moment!” you whispered again, hands grabbing the side of the door to see if the outside corridor was empty. 

The pull stopped for a second but then it got impatient and you rolled your eyes, letting it move you around the university like a ghost. 

When you noticed the open Slytherin doors you sighed, the sensation inside your guts growing at an alarming speed, almost as quickly as the pull Doyoung applied to your body. 

And when you entered his room, the lecturing you wanted to give your horny boyfriend died in your throat. 

“Woah, Doyoung,” you looked around. 

The young man was resting on the bed, one hand to support his head. “Hi, baby.” 

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, the moss under your feet caressing your skin as the dark, angry sky, illuminated by lightning, danced on your figure. “But are you perhaps mad?”

At the same moment, a loud thunder made you close your eyes and Doyoung pulled you on the bed. You yelped as you landed on it and he wrapped your body with his arms.

“I just want you on top of me, let's test this fucking room to its fullest capacity,” he whispered. His voice was low and it made your hairs rise. 

“Are you sure you’re not mad?” you tried to ask but he shut you up with his mouth in a deep kiss. You whined and placed your hands on the pillow around his head, tugging lightly at his hair spread on it. Doyoung gathered your silky nightgown on your thighs until reaching the hot skin underneath it and when he slapped your ass you bit his lower lip. 

"Of course I'm mad. I'm so mad at you that I might use that cute idea of the safe word of yours." 

“You’re mad? I should be mad! I barely got the exam right while you were probably rubbing one out!” 

He hummed, pleased. “So we’re both mad. What should we do with all of this energy?” 

You wanted to roll your eyes but he spoke again. “Oh. I think I have an idea.” 

“You could have called. I was floating through the campus almost naked.” Doyoung looked down at the way your nipples poked through your thin nightgown and in a second you were on your side, Doyoung’s hair tickling your neck as his lips kissed your chest. He places warm and soft kissed all over it until reaching the hard nubs. You whined silently and wrapped his head with your arms, fingers slowly gripping his firm shoulders. He was about to slide his hand on your stomach too, dancing on your inner thigh when you opened your eyes and gasped loudly. 

He chuckled. 

"Look up," he whispered. 

At the same moment, new lights burst in the room and the walls disappeared.

You were on a hill, tall grass gently waved as you stood on your feet. Above you, the moon looked huge and the stars flickered like a symphony. The horizon was infinite and you felt grounded yet as if about to fall. 

"What is this?" you giggled. 

Doyoung reached behind his back and you noticed that he was sitting on a white blanket in the middle of the field instead of the bed. A few light brown rabbits hopped around and he gave them a cracker. 

"A date," he replied. 

You laughed again and got closer, slowly descending on your knees in front of him. 

"A date,” you repeated. “I might even kiss you." 

"Bet you will do even more after a glass of this," he finally retrieved the bottle of wine he was looking for. 

"Oh?" you tried to read the label. 

He looked at it too. "Haechan said a dear friend of his made it."

"Haechan has a friend that makes wine?" 

Doyoung thought about it for a moment. "Yeah. He said she has a winery."

"That's so cool. I'd love to have a winery too,” you rested your head on the knees, wrapping them with your arms and watching your boyfriend pour it in two tall chalices. "In my next life."

"Cheers to that."

"You will have a boring desk job,” you sipped on your wine slowly after he handed you the glass. 

"I can just be hot in my next life and bother you."

"You're already doing it in this life-,”

Doyoung ventured on top of you in a deathly hug and your glasses were thrown on the side. 

“I remind you that we’re mad at each other and I still need to do something with that energy,” he chuckled in the crook of your neck. You wanted to reply but his hands reached your sides in a deathly tickling session. 

The echoes of your laughter slowly descended the valley as the moonlight kept you company. 

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