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ghyulia · 3 days

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𝗢𝗯𝗲𝘆 𝗠𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗢𝘂𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆’𝗿𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗧𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗽𝟮!

p1 | p2

‹𝟹 ft. Satan & Beelzebub

sorry for any grammar mistakes!!

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗻

𐙚 . He's pretty surprised. Satan knows that he's pretty attractive, but he doesn't have the best of qualities. He genuinely thinks you would fare better with someone who isn't as.. short-fused as him. He appreciates your feelings, of course! He's so madly in love with you

𐙚. Satan resolves not to mention it or make an appearance at the moment as quietly makes his way back to his room. He doesn't think you noticed him.

𐙚. Little did he know, you managed to catch a glimpse of a blonde head swiftly disappearing from behind the door. You knew he heard you and chose not to say anything or make himself known. This threw you for a loop. Did he like you? Did he try to flee the scene in hopes that you wouldn't notice him because he didn't feel that way about you?! All of these thoughts were weighing you down.

𐙚. After a few hours, you finally decided to man up and pay him a visit. It wasn't unusual for you to visit him at this time, since you both usually liked to read while occasionally talking about events that transpired through the day.

𐙚. You knock twice. "Satan?"

"Oh, (Name)." "Come in."

You warily open the door, all your confidence from a few minutes ago dissipating. It's now or never, anyway. You swallow your fear.

"How was your day?" You say. "It was pretty normal. Remember that book from the human world that piqued my interest? It finally came in. I was pretty excited to read it, but I thought it might be better to wait for you. I got a little impatient and read the first few pages, though...I hope that's fine." "Hey, (Name), you seem really tense. Is everything all right?" Satan points out.

"Huh? ..Oh yeah. I'm good..I'm super excited to read the book, too!" You force out. He really is acting like he didn't hear what you said. You were starting to get frustrated, and Satan could notice it too.

"Seriously, (Name). What's up with you?" Satan inquires, confusion written all over his face. His beautiful face. That stupid face!! That face to the body of a stupid demon who's acting like he didn't stupidly hear your confession of love (it wasn't even really a confession..)! That tipped you over the edge.

"What's up with me is that I said you were my type! You were there! You were there....and now you're pretending not to have heard me! That obviously means you don't like me, or at least not enough to mention it! It makes me feel so stupid, Satan. So, so unbelievably stupid. And I know it's not your fault, but sometimes I feel like what we do is pretty intimate, you know?! I mean when we read in your room I'm basically on top of you. A guy who doesn't like me should at least have the decency to stop me from making a fool out of myself. He should push me off him! I really like you, but you obviously don't reciprocate, so you should at least say somet-"

Your ramble is abruptly halted with a short, sweet peck on your cheek. You tilt your head a little to face the Cynical Fourth born, whose ears are fully crimson.

"Y-You.."

"(Name), I'm sorry. I didn't... really know how to bring it up. I told myself that I would later, after we got comfortable. Of course I'm into you. Who wouldn't be? You're amazing, funny, and kind, and you never fail to bring a smile to my face. I'm always quick to anger, as you know..but around you, I always find myself striving to be a better person. You keep me in check. I'm not just into you... I know for a fact that.. ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱ..ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ." He barely mumbles out the last part. Your smile grows wider and wider, before you all but pounce on the demon.

"I guess that would make us the perfect pair because I feel the exact way about you, 'Tan!"

Satan's smile is the widest you've ever seen. He doesn't know what the future has in store for him, but he knows that as long as you are by his side, there will be nothing he can't overcome.

𝗕𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘇𝗲𝗯𝘂𝗯

𖦹 He doesn't understand. He's your ideal type of what? He doesn't get it, so he just ignores the statement for a while and continues doing his daily activities.

𖦹 A few hours later, the thought of what you said resurfaces, and while filming his new DevilTube workout video with Asmodeus, Beel decides to ask what it means to be someone's "Ideal type." Once Asmo explains what it means and he finally understands and fully processes what you meant by the statement, he goes fully red. He's so embarrassed he didn't get that earlier. But at the same time, he's ecstatic. You're his type too!

𖦹 Poor guy can't even focus on his workout video. He wraps it up as quickly as possible, leaving Asmo with the editing, and makes a beeline for your room. He stops halfway.

𖦹 He's sweating like a pig...It would probably be best to freshen up before confronting you about what you said. He makes a mad dash to the shower, freshens up quickly, and then hastily makes his way to your room.

"(Name)? You in there?"

"Yeah! Come in, the door is unlocked." Your voice was muffled. "Sorry, I'm looking for a potions book Solomon lent to me. What's up? Asmo was texting the group chat about how you abandoned your "Deviltuber Duties"..or something," You giggled, still not facing him.

"Earlier..You said I was your ideal type. I didn't know what it meant, so I ignored it, but I know what it means now.." Beel confesses.

You freeze. "You heard that?!" You quickly turn around. You felt like all the blood you had in your human body was rushing straight to your face. Your eyes meet his, and you finally realize that the 6'4 demon's face is also decorated in a deep shade of red. You guys are practically matching at this point!

"(Name)... You should probably know that you're my type too. You've always accepted me and my brothers. You still treated Belphie with kindness even after the rough start you two had. I admired that about you. I'm okay with sharing my food if it's you. I've always thought you were amazing ever since the day you stood up for me and Luke. You didn't waver in front of Lucifer, who can be really scary at times...and it made me feel so warm. My feelings only grew from there."

You tear up a little. "Beel, you're so amazing. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you."

"I think it's the other way around, (Name)." Beel leaves a chaste kiss on your lips and engulfs you in a warm hug.

The Gluttonous seventh-born knows he'll continue to treasure you forever. Beelzebub had never paid any mind to the sun at first because it never shined in the Devildom, but you changed that. You exuded light and radiance from the moment he met you. You were the sun. His sun. He's just so happy that he gets to be the one closest to your heart. You smile and indulge in his embrace, the potions book long forgotten.

a/n: ahhh it's done!! sorry for the wait omg :(( I'm thinking of what to write ab next but I hope ygs enjoyed this one! oh if anyone has any ideas on what I shld write abt next pleaseee lmk haha :)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x y/n #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #satan x reader #beelzebub x reader #satan x mc #obey me x mc #ahhh i love beel sm

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breakavleheaven · 10 months

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Revival

Authors note:

Hi!

This is a series I’m writing called revival. It will be my first ever fic I’ve written so please be easy on me. I think most parts will be inspired by a tswift song🫶🏻 part one is loosely based on the song gorgeous. I hope you enjoy 😊

There will be a few time jumps in this series, nothing too major. Probably a few continuity errors eg. how long carlos and Celine have been together vs what team he was with during those years.

Parings: Carlos Saniz x oc , eventual Lando Norris x oc

Warnings:

Angst, slow burn, Bad/inappropriate language, slight age gap Carlos is 5 years older than oc. Asshole!Carlos. Mentions of cheating. Sexual themes. Google translated Spanish. Scuderia Ferrari.

Maybe a few grammar mistakes.

Pt 1. Gorgeous

What. The. Fuck.

Celine's mind was racing as she couldn't help but think that the past five years had just been flushed down the drain. Her time wasted, and the years she and Carlos had spent together building their lives were over. Struggling to control her silent sobs in the club bathroom, the scene she had just witnessed kept replaying on a loop in her head.

Minutes ago, she had seen Carlos making out with another woman in the back of a dark Vegas club. The woman was straddling him, her hands running through Carlos' signature dark and flawless hair. His hands were roaming her backside, gripping her ass. It was then that Celine caught a glimpse of the ring that adorned his right pointer finger. It was unmistakably clear that it was the one she had bought him for their five-year anniversary that past spring.

They should be celebrating Carlos' first-place podium finish and securing Ferrari's second place in the constructor's championship. But instead, she saw him entangled with another woman, and her heart was shattered.

2 hours earlier- 2023 Las Vegas Grand Prix

As Celine sat in the Ferrari garage, she couldn't control her nerves, watching her boyfriend drive at insane speeds down the last Vegas strip for the past hour and a half. Four laps to go, and Carlos was in second place, a few hundredths of a second behind Max. She was oblivious to the camera that was focused on her as she listened intently to her boyfriend's radio.

His engineer's voice came through the radio system. "Carlos, you are .100 of a second behind Verstappen. Keep pushing, we can do this. Norris is .200 behind."

"You do not need to tell me, I have eyes. You will mess up my concentration."

"Copy."

Celine rolled her eyes and let out a slight laugh. Yeah, Ferrari's strategy hasn't always had the best track record, but they have been on top of it this year.

"We are now on the second-last lap of the first Las Vegas Grand Prix, and it has been an exciting one. Verstappen is in the lead, but the Spanish driver Sainz is right behind him and shows no sign of letting up." The excited voice of Martin Bundel rang through the F1 broadcast.

Celine's sweaty hands gripped together in front of her like a prayer, her Ferrari red nails digging into her skin, and her bottom lip she was biting so hard blood was bound to start flowing out.

"Last lap, and Sainz is still not letting up. He has an opportunity to pass coming up at the next corner. Will he go for it?"

She inhaled deeply.

"SAINZ HAS JUST PASSED THE RED BULL DRIVER AND IS APPROACHING THE CHECKERED FLAG”.

Celine threw off her headphones and jumped up out of her seat.

"The Ferrari has done it! Carlos Sainz has won the first-ever Las Vegas Grand Prix and secured Ferrari's second place in the Constructors' Championship. That's P1 for Sainz, P2 for Verstappen, and P3 for Norris." Crofty shouted excitedly.

As she made her way to the barrier of parc fermé, tears started flowing. She was so proud after all the years he had struggled. He may have only just won a race and landed Ferrari that second place in the Constructors' Championship, but he had fought hard, and overtaking Max, especially on the last lap, was no easy task.

Carlos, like all the other drivers, was too many points behind Max to be awarded the world champion at the next race in Abu Dhabi, but regardless, she couldn't help but beam at what her boyfriend had accomplished.

As he pulled up, she was pushing her way to the front of the barrier to greet him, with most of the engineers moving out of her way. He spotted her right away and ran over, placing a longing kiss on her lips and said, "Eso fue para ti. Te amaré por siempre." (That was for you. I love you forever.) She beamed at him. "You are amazing, my love," she replied. He then greeted and thanked his team for all their work.

When Lando hopped out of his car, he approached Carlos and gave him a pat on the back, and the two congratulated each other. Lando went to where his family and team were to thank them, and his eyes quickly scanned the crowd before spotting Celine. She could have sworn his grin became a little wider. He then approached her and reached over to give her a hug. "Congrats, Lando. You had a great race!" she said with a smile. You consider Lando a close friend, ever since he and Carlos were teammates at McLaren. The two of you were slightly closer in age than yourself and Carlos, and you formed a quick friendship. You still stayed friends even as Carlos moved to Ferrari.

The podium celebrations were chaotic, to say the least, with the three men completely soaking each other in champagne.

Bringing herself back to reality, she quickly realized she needed to get a grip. Carlos didn't know she had just witnessed his infidelity. One thing she knew for sure was cheating was inexcusable, and she was not interested in continuing their relationship, no matter how many years were being thrown away.

She took a few minutes to gather herself and took some deep breaths, rinsed her face with cool water from the tap, and removed any of her ruined makeup. She found her mascara, concealer, and lipstick in her bag and quickly reapplied them.

Celine looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. You wouldn't be able to guess she was bawling her eyes out a few minutes before. She straightened out her tight black dress that hugged her body perfectly and knew she looked hot. She came to a decision—for the time being, she was going to pretend that she had witnessed nothing. Just because he ruined her didn't mean she was going to ruin this night for anyone else here. She wasn't selfish. She was going to get drunk, have a good time, and avoid Carlos to the best of her ability until she could deal with him.

She finally stepped out of the bathroom and made her way back into the crowded area of the club. Carlos quickly spotted her and came to her side. She wanted to push him away, but she resisted the temptation.

"Amor, where have you been? You had me worried for a bit," he said. Mentally, she rolled her eyes, but she looked up at him through her long eyelashes with the best fake grin and said, "I went to the bathroom but realized I needed a bit of air, so I stepped out for a few minutes with Alexandra," knowing the elegant brunette girlfriend of his teammate would have her back. He smiled gently at her before asking if she was alright, to which she responded she was just getting too hot inside the crowded club. She told him she was going to grab a drink at the bar, which he nodded to and placed a kiss on her forehead. She walked away, and then wiped her forehead when she knew he wouldn't be watching.

She got to the bar and quickly ordered a shot of tequila and a double vodka soda. The curly-haired man next to her asked to add another tequila to that, then turned to face her with a grin. She saw the fresh glass of whiskey in his hands, slightly swirling around in his glass with the ice hitting the side of the glass with a slight clink, she realized it was Lando.

“Wow, tequila shots alone?" she smirked. "When in Vegas," she replied with a wink. Lando let out a low chuckle. "You look beautiful tonight, Celine," he complimented. "Thank you, Lando. You clean up pretty nice yourself.”

She temporarily got lost in her thoughts as she realized Carlos hadn't even complimented her tonight. The sound of glasses being placed on the counter pulled her from her thoughts. Lando was quick to place a few bills on the counter to cover both drinks.

"You don't have to do that," she told the Brit. He just smiled at her and shook his head. "If anything, I should be buying you a drink, Mr. P3," he rolled his eyes. "A thank you would be fine, Celine," she smirked. "Thank you, Lando," she said sweetly as the pair raised their shot glasses and clinked them together. She brought the glass to her mouth, tipped it back, swallowed quickly, and then licked her lips. Lando's eyes flickered down to her lips. She pretended not to notice. She had always found Lando attractive. Anyone with eyes would say the same thing. He had this frat boy vibe that was working for him. But she was in a relationship, so she had never really thought about it. Or rather, she had been in a relationship up until 30 minutes ago. She gave Lando a smile before thanking him again for the drinks, grabbing her vodka soda, and walking off to find Alex.

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Lando knew he was in trouble, even from the first time Carlos brought Celine to the McLaren garage. He had harbored a small crush on the woman for years, but since she was his ex-teammate's & friend's girlfriend, he pushed those feelings away and pretended he didn't feel that way. He had mastered it so well he thought he could have won an Oscar.

She looked so gorgeous today, majorly so. It physically pained him. Even at the race when he saw her at the barricade, his stomach flipped. Oh, how he wished she was there to cheer him on. He shouldn't even be thinking about her like this. He really shouldn't have been flirting with her at the bar, and he certainly shouldn't have bought her those drinks either. But he couldn't resist. That short black dress she was wearing did nothing to help his thoughts. It hugged her curves in all the right places, showcasing her cleavage and sculpted butt. Not to mention when she licked her lips, he couldn't help but let his mind wander. He would love to taste her lips and pull her bottom lip between his teeth, then she would let out a small moan—He groaned and shook his head. No, no way, nope. He couldn't be thinking about Carlos' girlfriend like that. This was making him miserable.

Part 2 part 3

#f1 #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #carlos sainz imagine #lando norris imagine #f1 fanfic #carlos sainz fanfic #lando norris fanfic

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booktomoviebrawl · 8 months

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We are not judging how bad the movie is, we are judging which adapted the book the worst. There are good movies that are bad adaptions.

Propaganda below the cut (spoilers may apply)

The Witcher:

Henry Cavill, mostly. Also awful hair and makeup dept.

What they did to Geralt is straight up character assassination and they destroyed his friendship with Dandelion. I will never stop being bitter

completely disregards the themes the books represent and Anglicizing the eastern european literary traditions present. they cast actors who were a poor fit for the roles and the writers expressing open disdain for the books. there is no point to putting work and effort into adapting a media you hate.

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children:

While Miss Peregrine was one of my favorite books as a kid and incredibly unique in the way the story is written (The author basically took a box of weird antique photographs and created an underlying story behind a handful of them) the movie is incredibly boring. Like seriously I can't remember a single goddamn thing about the movie besides my extreme disappointment with it after leaving the theatres. It's probably because the original is a trilogy but they didn't want to make it a trilogy for the movie so they just scrapped the ending of the first book and rewrote a shitty climax where they threw snowballs at the nightmare child eating creatures or something. I remember THAT scene perfectly because it was so, so dumb. It was so stupid oh my God- ALSO, thank God I have a copy of the book from before the film came out because new copies don't have one of the photographs that the actual book uses as a base anymore and instead have the shitty movie poster! We truly do live in a society.

Changed way too much so it doesn't feel like the same thing. The main characters are these kids with different abilities (called peculiarities) and the movie switches around their powers and changes almost everyone's age. Emma and Olive switch powers so that Emma now floats (they also added that she can kind of control air to some extent) when she's supposed to have fire powers to match her fiery personality. Olive can make fire now and she's also aged up from an eight year old to a teenager and put her in this weird romance with Enoch. Enoch is also aged up from a grumpy thirteen year old to around the same age as Olive. Bronwyn, one of the older kids in the book and sort of a motherly figure to the younger kids, is now one of the youngest kids. Hugh and Fiona are aged down and basically have no interaction at all in the movie, even when their book counterparts had such a good relationship. The only one they didn't really change was Horace and Jacob. They also added these gorgon twins that do like two things. The antagonist in the movie is Mr. Barron who honestly isn't super memorable and isn't in the books whatsoever. The ending of the movie is weird too because they manage to turn back time somehow so Jacob's grandfather isn't dead and then he hops through loops so he can be with Emma and the other peculiars. I guess the problem of wights and hollowgasts is magically eliminated and we do not have to deal with the consequences. It took six books to fix everything. I appreciate that the movie engaged me enough to read the series but once I did, I could not believe they did my kids that dirty.

Yikes where to start. The 3 girl characters are all mixed up. There are 2 teens, one who's super strong and has a brother (I'll get back to him) and one who controls fire and is the love interest named Emma. The third girl is a child called Olive who floats. She's lighter than air.

In the movie, strong girl is the child, olive is now the fire girl and is for some reason super introverted, and Emma the love interest floats and gets given a super breath??? Power?? Like she rises a sunken ship by blowing in and keeps a man blown against a wall by blowing air at him. He makes a remark that she'll run out of breath eventually, which happens here because plot convenience, but not when she's blowing in the sunken ship.

The enemies in the book are terrifying Hollows. Creatures who have lost themselves and devour souls of those with powers... The movie decides they eat eyes now. And turn human again. And get busted up in a fair for the final act of the movie. Ugh.

The movie also decides randomly that time travelling through the loops is a thing; a loop being a pocket of time that replays the same day over and over. But apparently this means Main Character can travel back in time and stop his grandfather dying??? What?? His grandfathers death is the whole start of the movie and motivation for the character.

The movie undermines many of things that made the book amazing and even decides it's not a trilogy anymore!! Fuck the other 2 books, right?!

Tldr; it is terribly hollywood-ised and t tim Burton ruined a franchise by trying too hard to make it quirky and fun when the books already had a brilliant sombre and interesting tone to them.

#tournament poll #the witcher #miss peregrines home for peculiar children

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enchantedgrunge · 7 months

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💖 Snapshot (Idol!Hyunlix x Reader) 💖

Chapter Three - Something New - MDNI

Paring: Idol!Lee Felix x Reader x Idol!Hyunjin (Some Hyunlix action)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: SMUT! Please MDNI. Cussing, smut, threesome, mild degrading?? (Idk if anything else please lmk)

A/N: Thank you so much for waiting and for the positive feedback from the first two chapters. This is my first time in about 8 years writing NSFW content so if its not the greatest that's why! I'm definitely starting off small with the scene before jumping in full force! Also thank you to my friend for proof reading / helping me flesh some ideas out! Enjoy!

You followed behind Hyunjin laughing with Felix about some video he was showing you. Hyunjin was happy to see you both connecting in this way, but he still felt a bit jealous to not be the focus of both your attention. He had woken up this morning with you in his arms and now you were laughing with someone else like he didn’t exist. “Come on guys.” He says setting the stuff down in the practice room and sitting down to stretch. You followed Hyunjin’s directions, never taking your eyes off him as he instructed you on the proper way to stretch so you didn’t get hurt.

(Gotta use your imagination with this photo)

Hyunjin stood up to stretch his upper body and smiled at you. “I’m glad you both are feeling better.” He said as he watched you and Felix talk about something he didn’t really understand. You smiled brightly and stood up, going over and wrapping your arms around the taller man. “It’s all ‘cause of you Hyun!” You said with a giggle, kissing his cheek causing him to blush. “Yeah Hyun, it's all because of you.” Felix teased the nickname you had used as he stood up to go turn on the music. “We are going to start with just some warm up dances that we normally do after longer breaks.” Felix says as he begins to dance to the song. Hyunjin notices the way you are watching the two of them in the mirror. The light blush dusting your cheeks and the way you can’t seem to stay still. He smirks a bit and looks subtly at Felix who is also watching you in the mirror. He hums to himself thinking he might have caught on to you checking them out. He starts to think back on the last few weeks and the fact that you have been extra cuddly with him, more than the other 7 guys. He also thinks back to last night, you asking him to stay with you threw his feelings for a loop, but he thinks you might have the same ones.

They go through the song a few times with you just watching before they have you join so that they can figure out where you are skill wise. You catch on fairly quickly, glad you took a few dance classes a few years ago that helped with this moment. You wanted to impress them, honestly you were having some odd feelings about liking and enjoying watching both the men in front of you. Eventually the music fades for the fourth time and you sit down on the couch already exhausted. You blush as you look up seeing Hyunjin tie his hair up and Felix push his sweaty locks out of his eyes. “I thought you said you had never danced before?” Felix says, smiling brightly, grabbing everyone a bottle of water. “Oh, I took a few dance classes back in the states but I never did anything further.” You said as Hyunjin sits beside you and Felix decides to plop down on the floor in between your legs. You can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s been more cuddly with you and he truly seems to be okay with doing it as well.

Hyunjin watches as your hand moves through Felix’s hair pushing some behind his ear and he can’t help but smirk a little cause he knows how much the younger male likes that. Felix leans back onto the couch yawning as he closes his eyes, taking a little rest. He shivers as your hand moves down through his hair making a light blush on his cheeks, you don’t notice but Hyunjin does. He definitely can tell you have some type of crush or feelings for him by the way you’ve been acting and now he has the thought you feel the same about Felix. There continues to be some light conversation and some light flirting happens between everyone as Hyunjin and Felix compliment the way you move and how you dance. As this is happening Hyunjin gets an idea and decides he needs to talk to Felix to see if he’s game to test his theory. As he is trying to think of a way to talk to Felix without you overhearing, you tap Felix’s head. “Get up silly, I need to use the restroom.” He moves to your spot once you get up leaning his head on Hyunjin’s shoulder. “Hm Lix, I have a feeling our new photographer has some developing feelings for us.” He says, causing Felix to sit up wide-eyed. “Shit Hyun always so fucking forward” He mutters as he looks at him softly. “But, you really think so?” Hyunjin nodded, “The way she was watching us says enough.” He looks at the younger male, “B-but both of us are you sure?” Felix stutters and then starts muttering about how that would even work and wouldn’t someone end up getting hurt in the long run and that he couldn’t do anything if it would hurt Hyunjin. Hyunjin stopped his rambling and chuckled. “Let me worry about it, if you trust me I want to try something okay?” He asks the other male who nods quickly. “Of course I trust you Hyunjin.”

You come back in and smile at the two males, finishing off your water. “Okay we are going to kick things up a notch, you can watch a few times and see if you can pick up like you did with the practice dances. Hyunjin said as he got up and went to switch the music on the laptop. Him and Felix got up into position beside each other. Your eyes widened as the intro to Taste started to play and a blush spread across your cheeks. You had wanted to learn a song of theirs but, this is not the song you were expecting.

“Fake eyes open”

The song rang through the surround sound as your eyes focused on the two men in front of you. You had watched this dance a hundred times but getting a literal show of it had your breathing picking up and you discreetly pressing your thighs together. You wished you had worn pants instead of shorts today cause it made the action more visible.

“Just look at me, babe, day and night”

Your heart was beginning to race faster as you noticed Hyunjin was watching your reaction in the mirror. This made you blush and you tried to stop squeezing your thighs and focus on their dancing. You were failing miserably. Hyunjin thought he picked up on your behavior changing a bit while watching them dance but he wanted to get you a bit more worked up before he acted on it.

After watching through once Hyunjin came over and got you, “Okay just follow us.” He said as he began showing you the dance moves. You were picking up on the moves and were doing pretty well until your attention focused on one of them. That's when he watched as you fumbled a bit on the parts where you had to move your hips. He wondered what was going on in your head to fumble during these parts. After the 4th time you missed the mark on your own hip movements because you were too distracted by theirs, he was a bit frustrated, though not angry. He decided to take matters into his own hands, in a more literal sense. “Y/N, I know you know how to move your hips.” He grumbled, and moved behind you, grabbing your hips. You let out a soft gasp as he moved your hips to the music’s beat. At the same time he essentially grinded your hips against his own making you break out into a deeper blush when you felt he was semi-hard through his sweats. Hyunjin let out a soft breath before looking at Felix, whose eyes were wide and blown out, obviously affected by what he was seeing. “Tell me to stop,” He muttered as he placed a soft kiss on your neck. Instead of stopping him you pushed your hips back into him making him chuckle. “I knew you could use your hips baby.” He smirked looking at Felix motioning for him to come over. Hyunjin’s head was going crazy, “You wanna stand there and watch or come over here too?” He asked Felix who nodded, blushing deeply. Hyunjin smirked, his eyes fully on you looking for any sign of disinterest in the suggestion or discomfort. He would stop immediately if you even seemed the smallest bit uncomfortable. However, you seemed game for it too when your hands went to Felix’s chest as he walked over. “Are you going to help too, Lix?” Felix watched as your hands rubbed over his chest and he looked to Hyunjin for direction. “Kiss her neck like this.” Hyunjin said, demonstrating on the other side of your neck what Felix should do. He did as he had shown him and Hyunjin turned your head and placed his lips on yours kissing you with a heated rush. Your hips pushed back into Hyunjins as you kissed him back quickly feeling him fully hard against your ass. You couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that you did that, your hands on Felix’s chest moved under his shirt. Feeling his warm chiseled body against hands made you shiver with the thoughts of what was to come.

“Do you want to get on your knees for us baby?” Hyunjin asked wanting consent from you before they did anything further. “Yes, god yes.” Felix moved so he was beside Hyunjin and you turned to face them before slipping down onto your knees, feeling both of them over their sweats. “You have us both so worked up, pretty.” Hyunjin smirked as one hand went to your hair as you pulled down their sweats revealing both of them to the cool air in the dance room. You let out a small gasp at the sight of them. Hyunjin was definitely bigger than Felix but both were decent sizes. You were honestly in a bit of shock that this was actually happening as you began to stroke them both to the rhythm of the song playing through the room. You hummed and placed soft kisses onto Felix’s tip causing the younger man to whine out. God you could get used to that sound. You looked up to him for permission and once he nodded, you were slipping your mouth around him causing him to moan out your name. Hyunjin watched and couldn’t help as he got more turned on by what he was witnessing.

Hyunjin placed his hand on the back of Felix’s neck causing the younger to look his way. Felix’s blown out eyes were something Hyunjin wanted to see more often. He smirked at the thought of that happening. “Tell me to stop,” He muttered again to Felix this time as he leaned in, placing his lips on the younger males. Felix was in heaven at this point trying to focus on you and Hyunjin, he let out a soft whimper at something you were doing causing Hyunjin’s tongue to slip into his mouth. Felix pulled back to look down at you, he was met with your eyes and a view that made him nearly cum. You were watching them intently as you took him in your mouth wanting to please him. “I-I’m gonna…” Felix couldn’t get it all out before he was cumming down your throat and you gladly swallowed giggling a bit as you turned your focus onto Hyunjin. Felix watched you and then looked at Hyunjin, his face going bright red. “What’s wrong baby?” Hyunjin asked as his free hand went down to slip into your hair as your lips wrapped around his cock. “I- can I help?” Felix asked with wide eyes. The question made Hyunjin groan and you felt him twitch in your mouth. “Fuck yeah you can, get on your knees for me Lixie.” Felix slipped down beside you and you pulled off Hyunjin’s cock so you could share with Felix. Your mind was racing because this is probably the hottest thing you've ever done. You both worked Hyunjin to his release which ended up down your throat like Felix’s. Hyunjin helped you and Felix stand up and proceeded to kiss you both lovingly. “We’ll talk back at the dorm.” He said softly as you both cuddled into him. Each of you knew this conversation needed to happen plus Hyunjin and Felix didn’t get a chance to please you but they knew that was too risky for the dance room.

(Lee Know being sneaky)

Eventually after getting cleaned up and situated you three were in a cuddle pile in the middle of the dance room just talking quietly amongst one another. No one heard when the door creaked open a bit and Lee Know peaked his head in a smirk falling on his face as he saw the three of you. He chuckled quietly to himself and closed the door knowing he had won the bet.

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In Justice We Trust (126233 words) by thesavagesabretooth

catch up here.

With Simon Blackquill and Athena Cykes assigned as their psychologists, the Phantom and Fulbright must grapple with their identity, their deeds, their future, and their love for the twisted samurai whom they betrayed.

All the while, Edgeworth and Wright find their relationship tested as they walk the narrow path between pursuing real justice, and the dark age of the law.

December 25, 12:55 pm

It was Apollo Justice.

He was wearing a long red coat that she vaguely remembered shoving in his suitcase, and a black shirt and vest. He absolutely radiated anger– but the quiet kind– like the low warmth of the dying embers of a once roaring fire.

Athena sunk into her chair with the intention to vanish into a ball before he could see her, the simmering anger flickering through her own emotions and leaving her feeling coiled and nervy as Edgeworth.

"Well, you've found me," Edgeworth nodded. He sighed deeply. "I was hoping to speak with you today. Frankly– I was hoping to speak with you yesterday. But things happened the way they happened. I won't make excuses. Would you like me to dismiss Ms. Cykes?"

"Huh?" Apollo's attention abruptly snapped to her– he hadn't noticed her before. "Oh. Hey. Athena."

She stifled the keening sound she wanted to make, before putting on her mask’s best smile “Hey Apollo! You look..”

She looked him over, again. “Love the new look! Haha..” she was still half scrunched in the chair.

"Thanks for packing for me," he said dully. He took off the coat and threw it over as he sat down at the table. "She can stay– assuming you want to talk, Athena."

Athena’s smile took on a nervous grimace, her fingers digging into the cloth of her pants…pants still smudged with ashes from the scene of the crime.

“You’re welcome, hah…su-sure. I’ll stay. I’m great at talking, you know that!”

"One of the best." Apollo smiled tightly. His emotions were an intense tangle behind the coals of his anger. He took a breath. "Alright, so. Anything you want to say, Mr. Edgeworth? Cause I've got a hell of a lot I'd like to say."

Edgeworth took his glasses off and set them on the table. Sadness and anxiety were written in his tone. "Absolutely yes, Mr. Justice. The first thing I'd like to say is I'm sorry. Deeply sorry. My failure to keeping you in the loop of information was inexcusable."

Athena took a deep breath as she shifted back up in her seat and folded her hands on her lap. At the very least…maybe she could direct the emotions of the room towards a better end than if she was gone.

"Yeah," Apollo huffed. He took another steadying breath, as Athena felt the tumult in his heart roil again. "I'll say it was pretty damned inexcusable. –thank you for apologizing at least, I guess."

"I owe you a great deal more than an apology," Edgeworth murmured. "But it's all that I can offer right now– aside from answering your questions and bringing you into the loop now."

"Good because there's a lot of points I'm real unclear on."

There was something odd about Apollo's tone. Maybe it was just how angry he was– how angry he'd been– all the grief and anguish that still flashed back and forth within him, but it wasn't sitting right with Athena.

Athena frowned…and quietly turned Widget’s display onto the mood matrix. For the moment, she didn’t interrupt, only listening…at least until she knew how to start.

"I imagine so," Edgeworth nodded. "I'm told you had an altercation in the dining hall this morning– I assume because you discovered that the espionage agent formerly known as Bobby Fulbright was there."

"Yeah. I sure did." He took another breath. "I got… pretty upset about it. I'm sorry to say."

The mood matrix was registering– a lot, really. Practically every emotion except happiness. But they kept juttering up and down.

Athena’s brow knit, but she kept her emotions steady as she looked up at Apollo again.

She’d known Apollo for a little while by that point, and his emotions had never been like this. Grief was one thing…but this was something else entirely.

Something she only saw in the strongest discord…or in the erratic not-so-final confrontation only a few days ago.

"I can understand you getting upset. It's upsetting. I had wanted to tell you in private, but things got away from me. That's my fault, and I harmed you by it," Edgeworth acknowledged. He was quite the diplomat– it was clear why he'd been made chief prosecutor.

"Thanks, Mr. Edgeworth, for acknowledging that." There was a flicker of a positive emotion on the mood matrix chart– relief, satisfaction?-- but it was immediately swallowed up by another one of anger. It was like his emotions were pingponging back and forth.

"It must have been a shock. Since the Phantom was reported dead. Unfortunately– that was part of our own espionage operation of a sort. With the intent to chase down the man's former organization."

"I get that but–" he started plaintively, but abruptly his tone, and the whole direction of his sentence changed. "So because you need him, you just let him have his job back? A murderer? The guy who killed–" He stopped, biting back the rest of whatever he was going to say.

Athena was getting a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. This abrupt, violent shaking back and forth of emotions….the sudden shifts in tone and direction…the way he seemed almost at war with his own emotions, stopping his own sentences and veering off elsewhere…

It was familiar.

She’d seen it recently in a different form.

“Apollo…”

He didn't respond quite immediately– as if it took him a moment to remember to.

He turned toward her. "Yeah, Athena?"

She took a deep breath.

“I know you’re upset…but would you mind if I suggested a little therapy?”

Apollo looked uncomfortable, and she could see his emotions warring back and forth with themselves on the screen.

Finally he shrugged. "If I say no, then you're going to think I really need therapy, aren't you?" He sighed. "You're right– I am upset. I feel like I have a right to be."

“Of course you do. He took something from you that you can never get back…” She tapped the screen to focus in on him.

“And here he is, back in his old job. It’s got to be difficult..right?” Even if she didn’t feel the same way– even if she couldn’t be angry at him– even if she found herself understanding and understood by the self-described ‘abyss’ who was anything but…

She knew the usual instinct of the human psyche was anger and hurt in the face of grief and death.

“But the problem is you’re…” she took a deep breath. “you’re of two minds about it, Apollo. Or rather…you have multiple distinct emotional threads running concurrently and butting up against one another…the evidence is there, how you keep interrupting yourself…and how you keep rapidly changing tracks of conversation. You did the same thing when I had to physically get in your way to stop you from hitting the detective.”

Edgeworth was letting the two of them talk. The chief prosecutor sat back, watching and listening, reminding Athena a little of the judge in court.

"I'm of two minds about it," Apollo repeated. She watched his emotions flicker and flash again. "Yeah, okay. I'm not going to deny that. Feelings are complicated."

“Very complicated, Apollo,” Athena said carefully. “but the mood matrix is registering a lot of erratic discord. So…how about you tell me what’s on your mind? How do you feel about Halblicht’s presence here? The guy who killed….” she gestured. “Lay it all out.”

"I don't…" he shifted uncomfortably. "I don't really want to talk about it. I'm.. upset. I'm hurt. I'm– I'm really fucking pissed about it, okay?"

Athena’s eyes stayed on the mood matrix “You’re my friend, Apollo.” she said quietly “I won’t pry if you really, really don’t want me to. You just seem like you’re struggling.”

‘Struggling alone’ was in debate at the moment.

"Yeah," he admitted, hanging his head. "I don't know what to do, Athena. I don't– I feel like my whole life's been thrown into chaos, Athena. Like I don't even know up from down any more. One minute I'm angry, the next I'm crying. And the next I'm just…. fine. Like usual. I'm just– I'm falling apart. I'm sorry, Mr. Edgeworth, I know you wanted to count on me but I feel like I'm clinging onto a cliff by my fingernails, trying not to get sucked into hell."

Miles held up his hands. "Please, Apollo, don't apologize to me. I'm the one who should apologize to you– and even more profusely than before."

The mood matrix reflected Apollo's words. He was truthful about his feelings.But they were all over the place. And underlying them was a strong current of anxiety that he had yet to acknowledge at all.

“It’s been a destabilizing few days, Apollo…I know that, I’m dealing with all the memories of the night my mother died…” She smiled at him despite the air of turmoil. “It’s natural to feel confused, lost and adrift in your own emotions. But you’ve got people who’ll keep you from falling into hell. Promise…”

She took a deep breath “on that note, there’s something else… a strong note of anxiety that pervades everything you’re saying…”

The anxiety flicked higher– his eyes widened and he looked for a brief moment like a cornered animal before he composed himself.

He looked over at Edgeworth. "Sir, I– I have more I want to talk to you about. More questions– but could you give me a moment alone with Athena?"

The prosecutor nodded gravely, and gathered up his papers, shutting them in his briefcase. "Of course, Apollo. Again, I'm so sorry to have asked so much of you, and to have wronged you the way I did. Please come see me in my room and I'll explain all the details, and answer any questions you have."

Apollo managed a shaky smile, but there was no joy in it. "Sure, see you in a few."

He nodded, and headed toward the exit. "Ms. Cykes– there's nothing more I needed to say that's so urgent it can't wait til tomorrow, but my door is open to you, too, if you need anything."

Athena gave Miles a timid smile, nodding her head. “Of course…we’ll finish catching up soon , sir. Thanks for the talk.”

With that, she typed a few commands into the mood matrix and prepared herself.

Edgeworth quietly saw himself out of the room and closed the door behind him. Apollo's hands were shaking on the tabletop, and he took deep, slow breaths that didn't seem to calm him down any. His leg was restlessly bouncing up and down under the table– a nervous tic she'd never seen him do before, until a few days prior.

It was another piece of data she added to the mood matrix, the sinking pit in her stomach opening all the wider.

“Apollo…?”

He snapped his gaze back up to her, and took one more breath. "Yeah. So… you asked about that anxiety…"

“Yeah, I did…it’s been pretty constant since I started analyzing your emotions.”

He swallowed, laying his shaking hands flat on the table.

"Athena– I'm worried I'm going crazy. Like– like really actually crazy. I keep– I keep hearing his voice. And sometimes it feels like he's the one doing things and I'm just watching. And he's so angry…"

Athena listened carefully, glancing down at the mood matrix, before looking up at Apollo again.

“You hear his voice? And sometimes it’s like he’s in control, and you’re the passenger?”

Apollo looked away. "Sorry. I shouldn't say things like that. I mean, not literally. It's just the grief talking."

The mood matrix was suddenly blasted with distortion.

“Ahh!” Athena quickly tapped at it. “Apollo…”

She took a deep breath before she leaned forward. “I believe you. And I don’t think you’re crazy…I think it might be more than just grief. I’ve seen this recently, something very similar at least.”

He looked back toward her cautiously. His eyes were dark, and stormy. "What do you mean?"

“This sort of emotional response. This sort of division…and ah, this sort of ‘hearing a dead man’s voice in your head’.” she brushed her fingers over the mood matrix. “Whatever the source of it, it’s no less real as far as your experiences, and the data does line up…look at the way your mood matrix splits…”

He scooted his chair over, and looked at the data. "It's weird looking at my own mood matrix like that– makes me feel like I'm a suspect or something."

His emotions shifted and shuttered on the screen even as he spoke and watched.

Athena chuckled softly. “No, she’s in custody right now. you missed the show.” She bumped his shoulder against his with a gentle smile “but look at it…see what I mean? It’s not the same as when we see discord in the courtroom.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry about that, missing it. I– I went to talk to Klavier. I wish I could say it helped. But– yeah. I see what you mean."

“Oh yeah…he’s here for a commercial.” She rubbed her neck in an unconscious mirror of his own movements. “Anyway, it’s alright. I’ll fill you in later, it’s…a lot. It actually has some to do with some of the stuff I’ve been meaning to tell you about …about Halblicht.”

She shook her head. “but a-anyway! I’ve seen this sort of division before…and it turned out in that case to really be the presence of two distinct personas in one mind.”

He jerked backwards. "Athena, I know I said I felt like I was going crazy but I was really hoping you wouldn't confirm it!"

“It could be a ghost?” Athena offered with a lopsided smile. “...but in all seriousness, even if it was something cognitive it doesn’t make you ‘crazy’. It’s just a thing that is. The real issue is his anger…it’s driving you to violence and erratic decisions, so we’d have to find a way to soothe it and bring some harmony to your mental state. Ease the discord.”

"A ghost– hah– you're the second person who said that to me," he said, looking at the table. "Trucy said Pearl thought I was possessed…."

“It is a legal precedent, admittedly. We’ve both like, met the girl who’s trial it was in. Personally.”

"That's… true," he said slowly. "But– not to be mean but– they're kind of religious fanatics, you know? I won't speak to the legal precedent but, it's a lot to swallow. Even if I want to believe it."

“I think Miss Iris is lapsed…” she paused for a moment to rub her chin “lapsed…can you lapse at being a spirit medium? Either way I wouldn’t call her a fanatic…and they got footage of it in the archives!”

She shook her head. “But all of that’s not the point…maybe it is real…maybe it’s not. You can talk to Pearl about it I’m sure. But either way there’s clearly something happening , Apollo. If you’re hearing Clay…I believe you. But you need to address this, or his anger’s going to tear you apart. Okay?”

He nodded, and his hair fell over his eyes. "I know. It's hard because he wants to be angry. He feels justified in being angry, and I.. I feel angry on his behalf too. But it's so much. I don't want to lash out and hurt people….. he's quiet now. I think talking about it scares him."

“I promise I’m not trying to banish him or anything like that.” Athena promised “...I just want to help. He’s justified in being angry, I believe he’s angry…It’s…just complicated.”

"If I'm honest, he was kind of pissed you defended the Phantom this morning. I'm just… confused, Athena. I'm really confused. And I think that's why it's easy to let him make decisions. Because I don't feel like I know what the hell is going on."

Athena ran her hand through her hair with a subtle frown. “

...he can be pissed at me if he wants, but I wouldn’t change my decision..” she shook her head. “...you feel lost, and he’s got his anger, so it’s easier to let him make decisions. It makes sense..” She bit her lip ‘would it help if I explained some of what’s been happening with me? For context on what happened this morning.”

"Maybe? I mean, I want to know. It just seems so insane to me. He– he killed your mom, Athena. I know it was a long time ago, but, if somebody did something like that to me, I don't think I could ever forgive them."

Athena twisted her ponytail around her hand.

“It’s not like I’m not upset…or that the grief is any further away. I didn’t remember any of it until a few days ago, and I can see it clear as day when I close my eyes.”

She watched Apollo’s mood matrix instead of his face. “I just can’t find it in my heart to be angry at Robert for it. It doesn’t register…especially now that I understand..” she paused, omitting her admission that she understood the phantom and replacing it– “where he came from.”

"Where did he come from?" Apollo asked earnestly. She could see the anger burbling up in his mood matrix, despite it being hidden in his voice. "What could possibly be enough to override all that– everything he did, Athena?"

Athena noted the shift in tone and word choice with a tap on the Mood Matrix.

She took a deep breath. If Apollo was going to be her co-counsel, he had to know. “The organization that the phantom and our new custody..our client, Number 24…the girl who’d killed and replaced Agent Kelso, are from, didn’t hire them. It made them.”

She brushed her fingers together in a nervous gesture, frowning as she did. Widget flashed a deep blue upon her chest before she spoke again. “The Phantom was a child in a training facility that did all it could to beat the personality and emotion out of their assets, and turn them into the sorts of people who could wear any face, anywhere, for their purposes. They weren’t allowed to have names, or preferences, or opinions. They turned humans into tools, Apollo. Expendable.

The Phantom didn’t have any malice when he killed my mother, or Clay…he didn’t want to, but he never had a choice in anything his whole life until now.”

"That's…" Apollo stammered. "You're kidding– right? That's just a lie? That can't be true."

On the mood matrix his emotions were going haywire again.

Athena watched the emotions carefully.

“It’s true, Apollo. I’ve had extensive interviews with him and I’m comfortable saying it’s the truth. Not only that…but ‘Number 24’, our client, mirrors him in a lot of ways. I’m certain we’ll get a similar story out of her.”

She placed her hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him “that’s the sort of organization we’re hunting.”

"But that's… no. He's– he's evil James Bond," Apollo faltered and Athena watched his emotions war with one another, sadness and anxiety spiking, then anger, then back again. "It's spy business isn't it? Not spy slavery! Who would come up with something like that? That can't be–"

“Apollo…Clay?” Athena bit her lip. “You saw his emotional matrix at the trial, didn’t you? It wasn’t as if he had no emotions. It wasn’t a natural state. They were there, but beaten down into something the organization could use. Everything in my therapy sessions has been consistent with this, and I believe him when he tells me about his past.”

She took a deep breath. “But evidence is everything, right? If our client can be convinced to talk, would you accept her testimony? You have no personal stake with her, no grudge because of an unfair death, and she has no reason to lie.”

Apollo– or probably Clay– shuddered bodily, like an involuntary spasm and gripped the table. He took a heaving breath. "Alright– alright. Yeah. Evidence. If the… client… confirms it the I– I'm not going to forgive him, but I won't. –I don't think I can be angry about it if it was something like that."

“Good…” Athena smiled gently. “I’ll see if we can arrange a talk with her…she’s under supervision right now by Interpol b-because she attempted to execute herself the moment she was caught.”

She felt the prickle of anxiety and horror up her back as she remembered the spiking emotions and the gun once more.

“But I think we’ll be allowed…and if it helps your anger, good. You don’t need to forgive him, neither of you. You just–I just want everyone to understand what we’re dealing with here.”

He leaned backward, and crossed his arms– more like he was putting them around himself again like she'd seen before. "She tried to kill herself? That's… some dedication…"

Hugging himself, or…something similar. It made sense if what she had gleaned from his emotional state was right.

“Immediately. When they tried to tell her to stand down, she told us that Halblicht knew it wasn’t an option…she felt something for the first time I’d known her, intense fear and despair, and then she put the gun to her head.”

She bit her lip. “Detective Halblicht…’the Phantom’ saved her life by jumping in the way and knocking the gun away. She was the one who shot him, Justice. Back at the courtroom, and he still saved her life. She was trying to do the same thing to herself, just as her handlers probably demanded.”

"She was the one who shot him. And he tried to save her life," he repeated. He took a deep, shuddering breath. "You've given me a lot to think about, Athena. As usual."

Athena put her hand on his shoulder again and gave it a firm squeeze.

“I know…I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you, Apollo. It’s been…it’s been a heck of a few days.” She gave him a smile. “Think it through, okay? And when you’re ready, let me know. But you know I’m always there for you, right? If you need me, just ask.”

He leaned into her hand and nodded. "Thanks, Athena. Thanks a lot."

December 25, 1:25 pm

Miles had his paperwork spread out over the desk in his hotel room, and rocked the chair gently back and forth on its hinge as he looked his papers over. Gumshoe was out– working with Badd, he was pretty certain– and he was alone with himself and his thoughts.

He was doing his best not to dwell on his mistakes. To move forward and make certain he didn't make any more. But it was hard– and that was why the words on the page were glazing over when he managed to look at them, probably.

At least he'd gotten some sleep last night. Thank lady justice.

There was a sharp knock at the door, and he immediately answered "Come in."

To his surprise, not who he'd been expecting.

It was Phoenix. He didn't look entirely pleased.

"Phoenix," Miles greeted, taking off his largely pointless now reading glasses. "I was expecting Apollo Justice."

"Really? Good to know, because I came to talk about Apollo Justice."

Miles grimaced. He'd been afraid of that

"Yes, that's not surprising. Come on, sit down, Wright– go ahead and lay into me about it."

With his hands on his knees, he waited for Phoenix to start in on him.

There was a long, silent moment where the two men stared at each other. Phoenix was still standing by the door.

Finally he spoke.

"Well, Edgeworth, it sounds like you already know you fucked up."

Miles took a deep breath, his hands tightening on his knees. "Obviously. It's one of my worse blunders. It's… thrown my judgment into question in my mind."

"Then I'm not going to repeat what you already know, Miles. I'm not going to make you explain yourself to me, or justify your behavior, or beg my forgiveness. Though I hope that you will or have done so with Apollo at least."

Phoenix's tone was rough. It was hard to listen to. Miles wished that he had maliciously withheld the information from Apollo instead of simply forgetting to tell him.

A sin was forgivable. A mistake, never.

He reminded himself that Phoenix Wright was not Manfred Von Karma.

"Mr. Justice and I just spoke on it," Miles explained. "I intend to explain myself further, but he's currently having a session with Ms. Cykes, which is probably for the best."

Phoenix finally came and sat down on the bed. "Athena's talking to him? Good. She's holding up to this thing you've put on them a damned lot better than Apollo is."

"I know." Edgeworth sagged. "I spoke to her, too. Part of the problem is that unshakable front that Justice puts up. I suppose I let myself buy into the idea that he would be fine."

"And he's not fine."

"He is so not fine, Wright. He reminds me of myself after I lost my father. He's older, but–"

"Yeah," Phoenix sighed. "I wasn't there, but I think I can understand what you mean.:"

Miles leaned forward toward him in the chair, his shoulders slumped. "Obviously I don't know him as well as you do, but he seems… lost, Phoenix. I feel responsible."

"For not telling him? We all make mistakes, Miles. This was a pretty bad one, but–"

"For that," Miles cut him off, "but for… more than that, too."

Phoenix's expression shifted from tense irritation– to concern. He cocked his head at Miles and reached out to him. "Hey, come here. Sit with me."

Stiffly, Miles lurched up and came and sat on the bed, slumping halfway across Phoenix's body.

"What's up, Miles?" he asked, brushing his hand across his cheek.

Miles leaned into him, drawing some comfort from the touch, despite his worry in bringing up the topic. "I– Phoenix– I worry that it's my fault that Apollo's friend died in the first place. That his death is on my hands."

"What?"

Miles felt Phoenix stiffen, and the reaction made him wince. He closed his eyes.

"You know my office had been trying to flush out the Phantom this whole last year. That's why I had Blackquill start prosecuting cases again. And all this time he was right under our noses but– but that's not the point."

"What is the point, Miles?" Phoenix asked slowly. His touch softened again, and he gave him a look of probing concern.

"The point is that I knew that the Phantom might show up. I knew there was a solid chance that he would," Miles' voice croaked out of his throat. "I could have done anything, absolutely anything to make the HAT-2 mission safer for the participants. I could have told them to beef of security. I could have told them to scrub the launch. I could have fucking warned Starbuck and Terran about the possibility. But I didn't do that, Phoenix. I didn't do any of that. I was so focused on catching the Phantom, that I gambled with their lives– I traded Clay Terran's life as the price for catching the Phantom."

Miles fell against Phoenix's chest as a sudden rush of emotion heaved out of him, and he felt tears on his cheeks. Slowly, Phoenix put his arms around him, and squeezed him.

"I… never thought about that, Miles."

"Well I have!" he choked. "It isn't the Phantom that Apollo should be furious with, Phoenix. He's more tool than he is man. It's me that deserves his ire, if anyone. And I don't– I don't know what to do about that, Phoenix. I think I've been making terrible mistakes ever since I started as Chief Prosector. I don't think I deserve to be here."

Phoenix's grip on him became tighter. "Well you'd better damned well not go anywhere without taking me," he hissed. "Have you got that, Edegworth? No rash decisions. No 'Miles Edgeworth chooses death'. Do you understand that?"

Miles shuddered against Wright's chest. He knew he still hadn't been forgiven for that. He didn't expect to be. He had hurt Phoenix deeply– hurt everyone close to him deeply, when he'd done that.

"I understand." He nodded against his chest.

"Good." Phoenix ran his fingers through Miles' hair. "I'm glad we've got that cleared up. The rest, we can figure out together, okay."

"I don't know how," Miles murmured. "Politics, law enforcement– at the level that I'm at it all feels like playing with people's lives like they were pawns on a chess board, Phoenix. I don't want that– it's not who I want to be– but it's so easy to fall into that kind of thinking. Until you hurt someone."

"You're worried you might become another Damon Gant?" Phoenix said softly.

"Or worse," Miles said. He stared blankly at the fibers of Phoenix's jacket.

"Well you won't," he promised firmly. "One way or another you won't. Because if I start to see it happening, I'll pull you out of there."

"I think I'd resign today if there was anyone I trusted to do the job, Phoenix," Miles said. "That's the worst thing, is that even when I'm worried about failing utterly, I worry that anyone else would be worse. That it's a sin I have to bear until it corrupts me."

Phoenix squeezed him tight. "Lady justice, you are melodramatic as hell right now, Miles."

He looked up at him. "Phoenix, I'm serious!"

Wright touched his face again, and sighed. "I know. But you're still melodramatic. Look. You fucked up, yes. Were there things that you could have done better? Also yes. But you can't let your mistakes destroy you. You have to pick yourself up and do better. Be better. For the sake of the people that you've hurt, if nobody else."

Miles bit his lip, listening as Phoenix spoke.

"You're right, MIles, right now, this position that you're in has a lot of power. And people say that power can corrupt. But I trust you, Miles. I believe in you. If you've made mistakes it's not because there's some kind of evil growing at your heart, it's because everybody makes mistakes. And you have the responsibility, as long as you're in this position, to learn from those mistakes and use them to do better. For everybody else, but especially for yourself."

Miles wiped his face, looking up at Phoenix in half disbelief. "Since when did you get so wise, Wright?"

He smirked. "It was probably the whole raising a daughter thing. Oh and all those Spider-Man comics I read while I was disbarred."

Edgeworth laughed a sharp, pained laugh, and buried his head against Phoenix's shoulder. "Comic book wisdom. I should have known."

"Hey, as if you get to talk," Phoenix grinned. "Come on, what would the Steel Samurai do in your position?"

"Probably… try to exile himself for his sins, and then come back stronger after a pep talk from his spiritual mentor, actually," Miles mused.

"Well, for the purposes of this, you can consider me that spiritual mentor, Miles. Get back up and come back stronger."

Miles looked up at him. "Spiritual mentors are supposed to be old and wise, not handsome and smart mouthed."

"I can stop shaving again, if that will help."

Miles grabbed his jaw and pulled him into a kiss. "Don't."

Maybe Phoenix was right. Maybe mistakes couldn't be forgiven, but he had a responsibility to learn from them, instead of let them break him.

#miles edgeworth #apollo justice #phoenix wright #athena cykes #bobby fulbright #simon blackquill #ema skye #trucy wright #pearl fey #blackbright #phantomquill #ace attorney #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #archive of our own #ao3 #fic: in justice we trust #narumitsu

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Fellow Travelers Rewatch Party | episode 2

Content warning: NSFW, strong language (maybe)

Let’s continue the weekly review / reaction session while watching episode 2 tonight!

First time seeing the title sequence and the composition of different LGBTQ+ and historical photographies as well as original sequences from the show - Hawk hanging Tim’s cross chain over the bedpost - merged in is spectacular. The intro has been composed by Paul Leonard-Morgan and he explains the build-up and musical structure as follows:

„The idea was to have this loop which kept on evolving and descending keys,as Hawk’s life descended into inner turmoil.Tim’s cello sound playing the pizz at the start and the end - I wanted to represent that Tim was the grounding force, keeping the steadiness in the relationship while Hawk’s life descended into chaos.Each character adding a layer to the arpeggios on the top - first the violin, then the piano, then the wind. Sticking to our rule of never resolving. It gets increasingly frenetic until the final reprise played on the cello. Also, it’s written in. Again, so we never settle, just like @MattBomer (Hawk) and Jonathan Bailey’s (Tim) complicated relationship in the show.“ (source: Paul Leonard-Morgan via X / twitter)

It’s incredibly beautiful, well-crafted and the meaning behind feels very palpable in the music, especially with the given explanation! You should check out the Fellow Traveler’s OST:

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We’re in the 80s timeline with Maggie and Hawk meeting in the café!

I still wonder how that came about… Did Tim just tell Maggie to call Hawk? Did they have a discussion about that with Tim pondering whether or not he should go and meet Hawk and Maggie, the protective sister she is, intervening and shushing her brother off in a ‚no way, I’m gonna call and meet this douche who breaks your heart every decade‘ manner?!

Maggie: Although he swears no one else even came close. - Ouch. Tim never found happiness with someone else. That’s truly devastating. However, I’m actually curious to hear a conversation between Maggie and him on that. What did Tim tell her about Hawk and their past relationship? How did he justify his feelings for the man? I crave for more scenes focussing on Tim and his family.

Hawk is part of the Smith family. Leonard is rightfully salty at Hawk, seeing right through his scheme of settling himself a place in his family whilst masterfully playing a false game, while his standing with his own father is standing on wobbly feet.

Tim: Had I know there’d be pictures I would have worn my best tie. - Dawww.

I love seeing Tim and Mary socialising with the key political society and shielding each other. The supportive friendship between them is absolutely precious.

Roy Cohn looking Tim up and down suspiciously and then presenting his mom as his date, what a goblin. At first I thought he’d eye Tim up as a potential ‚interest‘ of McCarthy, but maybe he’s just extra cautious recognizing him from the State Department Bureau and the fact that he always seems to linger around when important meetings are held.

That change of scene from Mary/Tim sweetness to Tim full on blowing Hawk in a doorframe is just so filthy, sinful and juicy - it nearly threw me off the couch the first time I’ve watched it, such an unexpected switch. Also, damn Tim, clutching the peachy cheeks! (I get it, I get it) Also, it’s Jonathan’s / Tim’s muffled moans while he’s at it, enjoying it just as much as Hawk and edging him on, that makes me feel like a sinner.

Tim figuring out that Mary is a lesbian and Hawk plans to encourage them to see each other, caring about both of them, their safety, because they aren’t bulletproof like he is. It’s his way of protecting the (vulnerable) people he cares for.

Hawk talking about his dreams of buying a villa for himself, living a life where no one is judging. He doesn’t explicitly mention Tim but it makes me think of the villa he buys on Fire Island, which comes as close to his dream as it gets, just under more tragic and depressing circumstances. Tim seems satisfied with every little glimpse he is allowed to have into Hawk’s perfectly guarded ‚inner world‘ and emotions. He doesn’t press further and ask what his own place in this dream of Hawk’s would be.

Them falling asleep together and Hawk waking up to the sight of Tim sleeping peacefully next to him, the sun and lightning in this scene - so beautiful and warming and at peace! That's how every morning for them should be.

Oh no, the neighbour seeing them together. Hawk, you can’t fool him. He’s got his own newspapers in his hand and these were definitely not handed over by a dorky looking man in glasses and a suit.

Marcus introducing us to Langston Hughes and a world where he struggles between racism and homophobia. He’s an outsider in the black community for being gay, which is why he can only handle and focus on one cause… This is far worse than living a fake life in a ‚white people‘ world.

Momma Fuller: Don’t tell me you’ve gotten some poor girl in trouble. Didn’t think so. - Oh, Momma Fuller knows everything. What a lady, ahead of her time. Like, she’s a Gilded Age woman and is more tolerant and accepting than most of society at the time, very fierce, knows what she wants and willing to marry for a wealthy entourage. She also reminds me of Lucy, because I think she indicated as well that she’d marry a man if he’s wealthy and even if he’s ugly (because then she wouldn’t have to try too hard to hold onto him).

Momma Fuller: And he’s had a change of heart.

Hawk: Doesn’t seem likely in the absence of one. - Hawk can cut super sharp, especially when standing up to homophobes and his father. Love it.

Mary’s party is honestly my favorite scene of this episode! The pure joy, the music, the playfulness during the charade game, seeing Tim happy / smiling and dancing with Luis. Mary insisting that Tim shouldn’t mention her relationship with Caroline to Hawk… well, she knows very well that Hawk wouldn’t approve at all, that he’d consider it dangerous, not only for them but also a threat for him. AND Mary might be worried for her job as well, she's his employee after all.

Hawk preferring to stand up for his past actions, talking down to his father’s homophobic bullshit and thus refusing to gain the heritage. Wow. Delicious, superb cinema. Wonderful. Perfect. Love to see it!

Hawk (to Tim): I’m home now. - Remember the echo in episode 8 and hold back your tears till then.

Hawk is the big spoon! Awww. Again, such a beautifully staged scene.

Hawk dictating the love letter, formally addressed to Mary with words actually aimed at Tim - my heart.

Again, Hawk’s attempt to protect both of them, Mary and Tim, with ethically questionable but effective means. Mary does as Hawk predicts - they know each other very well. Also, can we please recognize that Mary and Marcus as well are just as willing to throw people under the bus as Hawk is?

Back in the 80s timeline!

80’s Hawk refusing to go and have fun with the young guy in the gay bar, instead warns him to be more cautious.

When Hawk enters Tim’s apartment and Tim notices who it is… then just traces his lips with his fingers, reminiscent. Also, I just love that Hawk still calls him ‚Skippy‘ (affectionately) and Tim doesn’t protest, although he would have every right to claim that he doesn’t call him by this pet name, a name that arose from their first sexual encounter. But he doesn’t. Because he still loves his Hawk.

Sen. Smith: But someone asks me the other day why one of the most eligible bachelors in town hasn’t married yet and I couldn’t think of an answer. - Here’s the pressure for Hawk to start courting Lucy, to protect is mentor and not be his Achille’s heel.

Hawk (to Lucy): You’ll make a wonderful mother. You’ll teach them to have principles.

Lucy: You always found my principles annoying, silly even.

Hawk: Come on, you know I’m too smart for my own good.

Their whole conversation, looking ahead. Ouch.

The whole Marcus and Frankie scene is so effin’ sweet. The way they talk about their poetry and Frankie opening up on his first drag experience and what that entailed… Such natural chemistry between them. The poem Marcus recites is flows so well with the scenes!

Seeing 80s Tim all overjoyed and happy and smiling when they sit down together for Chinese Takeaway food is such a treasure (His ‚thank you thank you thank you!‘ is so sweet)! I’m pretty sure a great part of his delight must derive from the fact that Hawk is there with him, spending this evening with them, eating together. They NEVER had that, not even in the 70s, Tim and Hawk eating with a family member of either of them.

That’s it for episode 2!

#fellow travelers #fellow travelers rewatch party #Youtube

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Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur ramble time (***Spoilers ahead, trying to keep it light though***)

This is officially my favorite active Disney show (not counting The Owl House because it only has one episode left), and top 3 overall behind Ducktales and Owl House. Which is saying a lot when a show is up in that tier just six episodes in.

Way (waaay) more under the cut...

First, let's talk about Lunella. Specifically, her role in the plots of all these episodes. Every one of them teaches her a lesson not only for defeating the villain, but more importantly a life lesson. And not just "aw gee I'm gonna be a horrible person for the first half of this for no reason other than in service of the lesson." We get to see her flaws established, why she has them, and how it affects her relationships with friends, family, and even herself. We are getting to see Lunella naturally learn and grow as a borderline teenager, and that's just awesome.

I raved about the visuals last time but this show just has such a unique style. The next time somebody complains about western media all looking the same, show them this show. There is not a single wasted frame, and every chance for a neat visual or background bit or whatever is taken advantage of.

My favorite element is how the characters slide or snap or otherwise move between poses. It reminds me of Clone High, especially the scene in Ep. 3 with Casey and her dads. It gives the show this energy that makes it feel like everything is moving all of the time. Plus, the gag of Casey sliding out of frame in the cafeteria in the Beyonder episode was really funny.

And the humor! I didn't keep count but it felt like I was laughing at a lot of the jokes, even just the sight gags like I was describing up top. The characters are starting to stand out and find themselves which is a big step in my show-watching experience.

And the music!! How many other Disney shows are gonna have a Childish Gambino song that they have to censor every couple words? What a move. I want to see the S&P emails on that one.

Anyway, I cheated and listened to some of the soundtrack a couple nights ago in anticipation and it absolutely delivers. But for as good as it is, the visuals make it pop. If you saw the first two episodes and how they ended, you know what I mean.

The Beyonder is a whole thing that I'm gonna take another appearance or two to get an opinion on. Seems like if the Collector was an adult, which is scary tbh. The ending of his episode really threw me for a loop.

LGBTQ+ rep shows up all over the place in this show. We've not gotten a main character yet, but Casey's dads have I think appeared way more than Violet's dads ever did. When they're not in screen, there's references to them in Casey's room for example. There's also trans flags, both blatant and hidden, littered all over. There's a scene where Lunella meets a character and they exchange pronouns, one of them using they/them. We also get another enby side character from that scene, although I don't think they've had much outside of that except for one other mention.

(this paragraph contains spoilers for an unreleased future episode(s)) Based on the soundtrack, I think a love-centric episode is coming up. Seems to be straight and I assume it's Lunella and a guy. Not 100% though and I'd be pleasantly surprised if it went in a different direction. Please come back to this in a month or two and tell me how dead wrong I was.

Future spoilers are over now.

What else... I dunno. Clearly I have a lot to say and will probably think of something else later, but if you for some reason decided to stick with this whole ramble then that's awesome.

TL;DR, Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur is amazing and the first six episodes are on Disney+ so please go watch it

#moon girl and devil dinosaur #marvel's moon girl and devil dinosaur #mgadd #mgadd spoilers #lunella lafayette #casey calderon #the beyonder

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7 Snippets 7 People

Tagged by @sam-glade and @writernopal (here and here)! This is such a fun one!!

So it sounds like I need to match snippets of my writing to the people I tag, which sounds cool! I can't explain my process here, because I don't have one. This was all based on vibes and intuition. Hope you enjoy it nevertheless!

Sam and Nopal, you're getting tagged again because you both are wonderful, but since I know you've done this before there's no pressure! Just sit back and enjoy haha

@bitchin-beskar (EMBR of the Earth, Chapter 1)

Sidney sighed. "That sounds boring. No offense. But when you're done with your boring job, we can play chess." Sidney had been obsessed with chess ever since their father had taught her how to play when she was six. And, being one of the youngest passengers at nine years old and unable to work a job, it had become one of the only ways for her to occupy herself. Only the digital version was available on the satellite, but she frequently complained that the AI opponents were too predictable. Tana shook her head. "I'm sorry, I can't today. Ask Miles." "But he's too good," Sidney groaned. "You're tough. Go kick him in the pants." Sidney giggled. "Really?" Tana arched an eyebrow. "No, not really. Not in the way you're thinking."

@writernopal (Agent Ace, Chapter 2: Harley)

“Harley Manalis? I know her!” The familiar voice behind her caught her attention. She grinned and spun back around. "Is that you, Jade de Soto?" Jade was already at the end of a dead sprint, meeting Harley in a spine-crushing embrace. They receive odd looks from a couple of passersby, but Harley didn't mind, laughing as she threw her arms around Jade. Her hair was soft and smelled like coconut. "I got all of your letters!" Jade's voice was muffled into her shoulder. "I'm so glad you're here!"

@sam-glade (EMBR of the Earth, Chapter 2)

"So, you got a bot back this morning?" Dr. Clay asked, strolling in behind her. "Yes," Tana said. "I checked it as soon as it arrived. I, uh—" "Save it; everyone else will be here in a couple of minutes," he told her. He gestured towards the thermos. "And what's that?" Tana felt her face redden as she twisted open the lid. "Soup." Dr. Clay chuckled. "Go ahead, Tana. Just try to wrap it up before we start." Tana took a seat at the far end of the table next to the screen, spooning the hot chicken noodle into her mouth. The soup left behind a stinging burn as it slipped down her throat, but she barely noticed it. Tight loops were beginning to form in her stomach, driving away all other trivial thoughts. Dr. Clay pulled a tiny remote out of his pocket and pointed it at the screen, which flickered to life. "IAN, pull up image four." Another satellite image appeared on the screen. it was similar to the one Tana had seen, except this one was zoomed out to feature all seven continents. The heat signatures were not yet visible, but Tana knew they were there.

@captain-kraken (Agent Ace, Chapter 3: Sophia)

Janus scoffed. “Agent Colbo, you wound me. But regardless, I have news for you.” "I don't care," she retort. "What are you going to do to Jet? Where's Max?" "I told you, that's none of you concern," he repeated firmly. "And before you dismiss me so soon, try to hear me out. I think you're going to want to hear what I have to say. Would you like the good news first, or the bad news?" "Good news for me, or good news for you?" "Depends on your attitude." Sophia fixed him with a withering look through the window. He grinned down at her, which only irritated her more.

@crowandmoonwriting (Agent Ace, Chapter 7: Harley, Part 2)

“The question is,” Jester continued flatly, “when you arrived at the apartment, what did you see? Anything out of the ordinary? Perhaps a suspect fleeing the scene?” Harley shook her head, sitting forward with her shoulders hunched and her eyes glued to the table. "They were gone by the time I arrived. The door was locked, but once I got in, all I—" "Wait." The agent cut her off. "Locked? The door wasn't open?" "They came in through the window." Harley showed him her bandaged hand. "There was glass everywhere." He gave her a puzzled frown. "The window?" "I think so. They must've." "How?" Jester demanded. "That window was on the second floor." "I know." Harley folded her arms across her chest and fiddled with the tips of her hoodie strings. "But they didn't come in through the door. I'm positive."

@mariahwritesstuff (Agent Ace, Chapter 9: Sophia, Part 2)

[Sophia] held up one finger. “First rule you learn in Guard training—when jumping from a great height, make sure to keep your knees bent. You don’t want to be too tense. Land on the balls of your feet, then tuck and roll, don’t stick the landing. And try not to look down, that won’t help you at all. Any questions?” Max stared back with a stricken face. "Uh, I—no?" "Believe in yourself. You can do this," Sophia insisted. She walked over to the edge of the rooftop to stand below the window. "If it looks like you won't make it, I'll be here to catch you. Whenever you're ready."

@ceph-the-ghost-writer (Encore, Chapter 2: The Magician's Contract)

"Can you put that down?" Cece snapped. Red raised an eyebrow, but she slammed the book shut. Cece took in a deep, shuddering breath. "There'a a reason I never looked back at that book after I finished writing it," she said, keeping her voice calm and steady. "I've spent so long reminiscing about the darkest moments of my life. But I've healed. I've moved on. I've been through the five stages of grief, gone to therapy, the whole deal. I want to forget it." "The five stages of grief describe how a patient processes a terminal prognosis," Red said as she set the book to the side. "It's not the experience of a person coming to terms with the death of a loved one."

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Post-AINI Thoughts

Spoilers for the whole game

First of all I’ll link my collaborative doodle whiteboard again for visibility. Obsessed with everything people have added so far,,, immaculate. If you haven’t been on it yet, go! (I hid a little something on it, too >:))

https://r9.whiteboardfox.com/91979430-1215-3634

I felt this way about game 1, but the English casting and voice direction for these games are always so good? So I looked up who’s in charge, and the director is Courtney Sanford with Robby Daymond as assistant director. I’ve never heard of him so I clicked on his link, and his directing project before AINI was the new Pinocchio movie??? Hit me like a semi truck dude you’re telling me the guy responsible for directing the great VA in AI is the same guy behind “THE WHOLE WORLDUSSY”??? I haven’t seen the movie, so maybe the VA is actually pretty good and that one part is just too easy to meme, but that threw me for a loop.

Saw lmaonade’s Aiba crewmate drawing which is fun because I posted an Aiba crewmate drawing last week, and someone in the notes said Aiba crewmate was the first thing they drew after seeing her… can we make this into one of those fake Mandela effect things like Greeble Simpson? Hive mind. In a parallel world Aiba IS a crewmate and we’re all using our SHIT abilities to see her.

I think it’s funny how Mamoru is a normal, somewhat decent guy who just happens to be employed by the minor villain of the story in both games. Imagine in AI3 there’s a character who seems very innocent and unassuming, but we find out they just employed Mamoru as their bodyguard which makes them instantly suspicious.

Thinking about how Amame dreamed about fighting Komeji for his title as Quiz King. If he’s the king, Amame would be the heir to the “throne” after his death, but she didn’t want it to happen this way. She’d rather have him back and wishes she could’ve become the quiz champion by playing against him until she surpassed him, which she will never have the ability to do. And this is a dream she has six years after his death showing how much she misses him

Also the irony of Uru seeing Amame and thinking that their encounter was fateful because he was entranced by her, and he was half-right since it was fateful, just that the fate was his own death

I started one of NicoB’s let’s play videos and someone commented how Komeji’s head being square could symbolize how he’s incapable of “thinking outside the box” which is why his somnium is so straight forward that it doesn’t have any puzzles or weird dream stuff in it. And how his “comedy” is just stories about what Shoma said because Shoma’s the creative and funny one. That commenter is a genius. I should watch Nico’s whole let’s play and read the comment section because someone always has some crazy analysis and trivia in there.

The canon explanation is apparently just “what’s the most fucked up character design I can make without it being too ridiculous”

I was expecting Ushidera to be the asshole “get out of my way, the adults are talking” detective trope, but turns out he’s just a guy with the snazzy detective aesthetic. The scene where Bibi gives him chocolate to butter him up is pretty cute

Hitomi is the CEO of finding random, injured, sketchy people on the ground and taking them home

I think if you gave Tokiko a copy of Super Mario 64 she’d have that shit wrapped up and 100%ed in under an hour. Any% in 10 min

I headcanon Shoma as being a trans guy. It makes sense with his VA being a trans guy and him not going to high school. Also angst headcanon that Komeji chose Shoma’s new name, as explained in Shoma’s somnium, based on the time he spent with his son growing up and getting to know him.

I love the fashion in the AI universe because it’s fairly diverse among characters’ individual tastes, but it has such a distinct “decades style” vibe from a decade that hasn’t happened yet. Part of it is the Pokémon design influence, but I love how it’s somewhat reminiscent of current fashion yet futuristic in a way that makes you think, yeah, if our world turned into a crazy sci fi future like AI I could see this being the new mode.

Also because it’s cool and trendy to wear huge sweaters and never brush your hair. They’re just like me fr

I saw Uchikoshi’s tweets about the weird, unexplained boss-called-SAT part at Brahman, and he said he’ll explain it if he can have a “third eye”… it seems to me like they’re planning the plot of a third game, but its development won’t be given the OK unless aini does well. I’m mad at myself for not thinking of the “third eye” thing in my AI3 predictions post lol

I hope we see Marco’s humanoid form and/or hear him talk in DLC content. We know his blob form has a finished 3D model that wasn’t used in the game.

I’m curious about a few things (people who have Twitter please send my questions to Uchikoshi. They are of utmost importance)

How do Ryuki and Tama… do what they do? Is it possible in the Virtual Reality mode?

More importantly, where does Tama park? How does she find parking for a stretch limo in the city?

Does Shoma only own one shirt? When we look at Date and Mizuki’s closet, we can see that they have several exact repeats of their usual outfit, but when we look in Shoma’s closet, all we see are some sheets, Roboji, and the large pile of thermite bombs. Has he been wearing the same thing for six years?

#aini #aini spoilers #nirvana initiative spoilers #nirvana initiative #ai nirvana initiative #nirvanai #aitsf #aitsf spoilers #ai the somnium files #amame doi #Andes Komeji #shoma enda #ryuki kuruto #kuruto ryuki #tama aitsf #aitsf tama #that’s enough tags. I was planning on posting some of this stuff separately because people are more likely to read tiny posts but boy do I #love shoving everything I though about into one big list! anyways if you’re reading this high five

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The creation of the Shady Song

On November 5, 2019, The Shady Song has finally hit 1000 overall plays on Spotify! As of writing this, it’s currently sitting on 1249. I have no idea why people enjoyed this song so much but I’m glad they did.

And as a special thank you, I’d like to share some behind-the-scenes about the creation of the Shady Song and what it’s about.

It all started with drama

This song is sort-off a diss track towards 2 friendship groups that I used to be in. They’re actually the most toxic groups of people I’ve ever encountered despite them claiming they are good people. It was a lot of cyber-bullying, even when I’m just minding my own business. And not only they’re bullying me, but also my friends, and they claim to be the “best group chat ever” but in actuality… some of them are toxic in their own way.

So I’ve decided to write a song about it. It took around less than a week to finish the first demo as the chord progression was something I was working on back in August 2016.

I showed my friends the first demo and they were shocked by the amount of shade I threw in that song.

They then commented saying:

“OMG!!! Be careful if you do release that song!”

Then came the 2nd group chat that did me dirty and I ended up modifying the song to accommodate both of them.

I can go on to the specifics and drag them all down, but the past is past.

Musical Influences

Since the original song was mostly catered towards the first group of friends, a lot of the instrumentation and lyrics were influenced towards them rather than the second group chat.

The instrumental is inspired by their favourite band at the time… Twenty One Pilots. Apparently, ‘We Don’t Believe what’s on TV‘ sounds eerily similar by pure accident.

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I was inspired by Naughty Boy’s ‘La la la‘ to do the ‘na na na‘ part that you constantly hear in the song. I like the idea of blocking the ‘nagging’ and ‘complaining’ from those people so the fact that the song starts with the ‘na na na’ is like me saying “shut up as you have said enough bullshit for today“.

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I changed it to ‘Na na na’ because we were all My Chemical Romance fans.

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And finally, lyrical structure. I was kinda inspired by Taylor Swift’s “We’re Never Ever Getting Back Together“. I liked the idea of an anthem where you’re telling someone to ‘fuck off‘. So Taylor’s song was like the skeleton.

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Part of the lyrics is also inspired by 2NE1’s ‘Go Away’. I needed to write something that’s ‘angry’ and ‘punchy’ as it is a song about a group of people who just… made me really upset at the time.

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What is the song about?

I wanted to create a song which is about being able to move on while still saying ‘fuck you’. So that was the main theme of the song. I want to build the song up where I just straight up tell them to go away and address that being around them was the worse experience of my life.

The most important part of the song – being able to say that you don’t need to please them to be happy.

My favourite lyric in the song goes

“Is my existence just an inconvenience?”

A common thread that people said to me that I was a mistake and that they regret meeting me. So the lyrics following that line just tells them to leave as we’re not going to agree with each other.

If so, why don’t you go And don’t ever come back Cuz I dont give a crap about you anymore

Producing the song

I’m not… really proud… per say… when it came to the production of the song. Originally, it was just going to be uke + vocals. But when you hear the other songs in the EP, Shady Song will sound very underproduced compared to the others. But then again… I wrote this song in 2016 and completed it by 2018. And since then, my music style has grown from the simple stuff that it started with.

The drums and bass are loops from Logic Pro cuz I don’t play drums nor bass. Besides, this was made before Mystic and I decide to work together. Don’t expect too much with that lol.

What happened since that song?

Not a lot has happened since the release. No tea, no drama. I was able to get a lot of stuff out of my chest so that’s good.

I wanted to make a clean version of the song but my friends told me not to as it takes away the ‘punch’.

I did encounter some people who did question what the song is about or who am I referencing and how. Best not to get into it as it will involve digging through old DM’s from the past.

Why did I call it the Shady Song?

All these people were very shady in the way they act towards me and others. They did a lot of people wrong and are so judgy that it feels like either a cult or a hivemind.

I want to throw back some shade that they dumped on me and believe me…. they have waaay more dirt that’s not worth going in to.

Overall

This song reached 1k plays and I’m so proud of that achievement. Thank you so much. If you want to support my music, you can find them down below.

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Apple Music

Google Play

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#2019 #original composition #music #Youtube

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Felt like it would be ryt to req mx so yandere mx when their s/o is fangirling over other boy groups/idols ? <33

MONSTA X reaction to S/O fangirling over other boy groups/idols

‣ Genre : yandere, fem!reader

tw/cw : abuse, obsession, toxic relationships, a lot of strong language, very heavy themes, jealousy, violence, mentions of cheating ig, torture, punishment, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such things!

a/n : thank you for requesting bubs!! i hope you'll like it! <333

Shownu :

· He'll glare coldly as you squeal out in excitement as you watch a performance of another boy group

· He'll take the device you were watching the group on away, his hurt, jealous expression making you instantly regret your obvious fangirling

· He'll be offended and so upset – why do you watch others if he's all that you need? He doesn't care too much if you fangirl over his group, but someone else's? That's too much, isn't it?

· "Why do you watch other men..? Am I not good enough for you? Your eyes should be on me only.."

Wonho :

· Hoseok is a very jealous man – as in, if you stare for a second too long at someone else, you're dead; both you and the person you stared at

· So you can guess that the male wasn't very happy to come back home and hear loud music blasting from the TV with you humming along to the song of one of the rookie boy groups, so into it that you didn't even hear the male scoff loudly behind your back

· You'll only be brought back to your senses when a vase is thrown at the TV, successfully breaking it in the process. You don't dare turn to him, entirely frozen as you wait for him to speak up

· "Are these stupid idiots better than me? I bet you fucking think they are. You're so cute, darling – have you forgotten who you belong to? Don't worry. I'm more than glad to remind you."

Minhyuk :

· Oh, he's offended. Very offended. How dare you fangirl over other idols when the one and only is sitting right beside you? Have you got no shame at all?

· You can say goodbye to all your electronical devices and the very last bits of freedom that the male gave you – now, you will watch him and only him. Day in, day out.

· He'll be the only face that you'll be seeing until you know better than to watch others when you've got him – in fact, he won't even let you look at yourself, taking all the mirrors away. And when he's not around, he'll make you watch his fancams on loop

· "Tsk, tsk. Such confidence you have, looking at other men. They're nowhere near as good as me and you know that too well, don't you, my love? Good girl. You're quite lucky to have me."

Kihyun :

· He burst into your room as soon as he heard you let out a high-pitched squeal, finding you sitting on the bed, a k-pop album held in your hands that certainly wasn't his group's

· You got the album of one of your favorite boy group’s behind his back as you knew that he’d obviously get mad about you looking at other men, let alone fangirling over them - and boy were you right

· The male instantly yanked the album out of your hands, his shocked, almost betrayed eyes glaring into yours as if waiting for an explanation. After your unsuccessful try of explaining that ‘the site that you ordered his album from mixed up the orders’ he instantly threw it into the trash, glancing at it in disgust before turning to you

· “Do you really think that I’ll believe in your childish lies, darling? You’re wrong, my love. I'll make sure that you never look at another man ever again."

Hyungwon :

· Pissed off. You're both idols attending a music show, sitting a few tables apart from each other as one of the boy groups start to perform, making your cheeks turn pink as you cover the bottom part of your face with your hand

· Hyungwon watched you in silence the entire time as you were watching the performance, all flustered and head over heels for the boy group on the scene

· After a while you caught the male's gaze and made eye contact with him, his dark glare saying only one thing – 'just wait until we get home'

· "Try that stupid fangirling shit once again and I'll make sure you never see the light of day again. Don't test my fucking limits."

Jooheon :

· Because you were bored of staying home alone all the time because of Jooheon's messed up schedule, the male let you visit him at practice with his group

· Yet he quickly noticed that something was wrong – your eyes were only on Minhyuk, following his every move. You were even letting out quiet squeals at times, making your fangirling over the member almost too obvious

· His jealousy taking over him, Jooheon instantly stopped his practice, excusing himself to violently drag you home where you were going to stay for a very, very long time before the male will trust you around his group ever again

· "Oh, you think I'm fucking jealous, love? How could I not be when you were literally drooling on the floor for my fucking friend?"

I.M :

· The male very rarely lets you be around his own members, let alone other men or male idols

· And oh, the moment he sees you making doe eyes to another male idol you're dead. He won't be listening to any of your pointless excuses, trapping you inside and making sure that he's the only man you'll be looking at from now on

· Don't think your stupid behavior will be free of punishment, either – the male will make you regret every single second of the day you decided to try and mess with his jealousy

· "Was it fucking worth it, huh? Look at you, all fucking pathetic, all because you can't control yourself in front of other men. Don't worry. I'm more than happy to teach you how to, darling."

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the-badger-mole · 2 years

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I wrote this scene a while ago, and I like it, but I don't know where to put it, so...enjoy this bit of fluffy nothing.

“Scarfaced freak,” the boy muttered. Zuko froze, his shoulders coming up to his ears. From the corner of his eye, he could see Sokka turn to him, wide eyed and stunned.

“What did you just call him?” Katara’s voice was low and dangerous. That snapped Zuko and Sokka out of their shock.

“He heard me,” the boy said. He smirked at Katara. “What? Did I insult your boyfriend?"

“For it to be an insult, your opinion would need to matter,” she snapped. “But jerks like you need to be taught some manners.” She stepped towards him, arms moving up from her sides. Zuko gasped, and grabbed them from behind. He pulled her towards him, wrapping their arms together so that Katara was essentially hugging herself.

“You can’t do that here,” he whispered to her. “You’ll blow our cover.” Katara gritted her teeth but stopped struggling.

“At least you know how to keep your girl under control, Scarface,” the bully laughed. Katara strained against Zuko’s hold again.

“I’m just going to talk to him!” she insisted.

“I’d get out of here,” Sokka warned the boy. “He’s holding her back for your safety. He won’t be able to keep it up forever.” The guy scoffed, but turned away, laughing as he walked down the street. Zuko loosened his grip on Katara, but didn’t dare let her go just yet.

“That guy needs to be frozen to the bottom of a lake,” she muttered.

“What a creep,” Sokka agreed. Zuko just shrugged.

“That’s not the worst thing anyone’s ever said to me,” he told them. “We should head back. We’ve drawn too much attention.” He finally released Katara, only for her to start towards the direction of the other boy. Zuko caught her wrist and stared at her incredulously.

“I’m not going to draw attention,” she promised. “I just have some words for him.”

“You always have words,” Sokka complained. “I know that guy aggravated your sense of righteous indignation, but Zuko’s right. We don’t need the heat. Let it go.” Katara glared down the street. She could still just make out the back of the rude boy and she wished that she could earthbend, just for a few minutes.

“Seriously, do you want me to carry you back?” Zuko huffed. Katara turned her attention from her thoughts and raised her eyebrows at Zuko. She opened her mouth to tell him off, but paused a moment.

“You know what?” she said. “Yeah. I want you to carry me back.” Zuko balked.

“I was kidding!”

“Yeah well, I’m not.” Katara folded her arms and smirked at Zuko challengingly. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Fun!” Zuko snorted in disbelief.

“For me,” Katara clarified. “It’ll be fun for me.”

“Nope.” Zuko shook his head and he and Sokka started for the path leading back to the beach house.

“I could always go find that guy,” Katara said offhandedly. “I wouldn’t have to let him see my face when I freeze him to the side of a building.” Zuko looked back at her, eyes narrowed.

“You’re bluffing.” He was sure of all the members of their group, she wouldn’t do anything so rash.

“I could always get a friend to handle that guy.” She met Zuko’s eyes meaningfully. Zuko groaned and looked at Sokka. He threw his hands up as if to say ‘this is your problem’. Then with a sigh, Zuko looped his arms around Katara, one behind her shoulders and one behind her knees.

“You two are the biggest dorks, I swear.” Sokka shook his head and rolled his eyes.

#atla #zutara #fic snippet #i have no where to put this #maybe someday?

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booktomoviebrawl · 6 months

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We are not judging how bad the movie is, we are judging which adapted the book the worst. There are good movies that are bad adaptions.

Propaganda below the cut (spoilers may apply)

Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children:

The movie undermines many of things that made the book amazing and even decides it's not a trilogy anymore!! Fuck the other 2 books, right?!

Tldr; it is terribly hollywood-ised and t tim Burton ruined a franchise by trying too hard to make it quirky and fun when the books already had a brilliant sombre and interesting tone to them.

Fahrenheit 451:

The attempt to modernize the story to include the internet really didn’t work. Neither did replacing the book people painstakingly preserving knowledge with dumb technobabble about rewriting a bird’s DNA to include the text of every book ever written. Worst of all was what they did to Clarisse McClellan; turning her from a blithe spirit who inspires Montag to be a better person into a traitor selling out the book people. They also aged her up to make her a love interest for Montag because of course they did.

Okay so I don't remember the plots that well since I only watched the movie once in middle school BUT I do remember how VISCERALLY ANGRY the movie made me feel. For one, they didn't stick to the plot of the book AT ALL. The movie killed the protag, Guy Montag, at the end, when he got to live and rebuild society in the book. In addition, there was a character, Clarisse McClellan, who was a teenage girl (and possibly a daughter figure to Montag) in the books, but then was aged up to be Montag's LOVE INTEREST in the movie, which felt incredibly gross to me. There are probably other things that I'm missing, but these are the two that I remember.

The original book is a perfect example of what happens when you suppress the written word. It focused less on the relationship with humans and technology and more on the freedom of press access. In a world only a few books are allowed, that would also mean only a few ideas would be.

Now I’m talking about the modern movie by HBO. The wife is gone, who stood as an amazing parallel to Guy Montag’s thoughts of her just being okay with living in her dystopia while Guy questioned it. The girl is now a love interested, while in the book she was there to help Montag explore his worldview more. Also, books was more about censorship than human’s relationship with technology. Yes there are themes of it. But the movie makes Montag into a social media star.

Speaking of Clarisse (the girl), she’s a traitor to the resistance in the movie, she tells Montag where the books of the old lady are. It’s the resistance against a world where free speech is limited. And the old lady goes “heres the code word” *sets herself on fire* while in the book after the books are set ablaze she just burns with them.

the books are also in the DNA of a bird.

Like what the fuck is this movie Fahrenheit 451 is an A-B type of story! If it ain’t broke. Don’t fix it

#tournament poll #fahrenheit 451 #miss peregrines home for peculiar children

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕

summary ─ you were a trouble. you were a walking sin. that was okay, though. james knew how to deal with problems like yourself.

pairing ─ dark!serialkiller!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ DARK FIC, smut, +18, slight dub con, explicit murder scene, major character death, rough sex, mean!bucky, degradition, name calling, alcohol consumption, pussy slapping, shitty smut lol, bucky is stuck up on morality (?) aka he doesn't like when women show some skin off because he thinks it's wrong, mentions of rape (didn't happen), biblical references??

a/n ─ hellooo! this is one of those rare times where i write dark fic lmao, this is my entry for @bitchassbucky 's 2K writing challenge. my prompt is "if you're reading this, i'm dead." with criminals au. i really hope you like it. please leave a comment if you do, thank you so much! <333

explicit murder scene starts after the * mark.

You were too close.

The guy’s hands were way too close you. His eyes were roaming all over your body like a hungry panther; he was waiting for the right moment to attack and feed on you, and the worst thing was you were letting him look.

It was not okay in James’ book. You shouldn’t have been doing that, shouldn’t have flaunted your body the way you did: A dress that was too short and showed your legs more than it should and its cleavage was too deep, even from his seat, which was at the far end of the bar, he could almost see your nipples, and then you had these high heels. They were thin heels, very high, that made your feet look elegant but at the same time sinful. They were putting the attention to your legs.

James tilted his head just a little bit to his side as he watched you.

You were laughing freely, loudly, and throwing your head back. You were revealing your neck like that, this time drawing the attention to your almost bare chest. Sometimes you touched the person who made you laugh; a gentle caress on their arm, or a light grab on their shoulder… You didn’t know what kind of effect you had on them; the men shivered every time you touched their arms or shoulders. They were getting hungrier, James could tell. Their eyes were roaming all over your body even more, they were black, almost, and they kept licking their lips as if to stop themselves from drooling.

He shook his head in disappointment. Some men were really weak, he thought as he watched one of the guys adjusting their pants because they became tight with the sight of you.

You were a trouble.

You were a walking sin.

That was okay, though. James knew how to deal with problems like yourself.

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James approached you slowly. He did not want to frighten you or give you the wrong vibe. He handled with the other guys at the bathroom when they visited it to empty their bladders. He could talk to you without being interrupted, now. Although he probably had twenty or so minutes before the guys were discovered by some other patrons in the bar, so he had to charm you in a short amount of time and had to convince you to join him for the night.

He was in a cleansing mood.

So, he ordered a soda. He didn’t drink on nights when he was working, and he had plans for you and preferred to stay fully sober. The bartender put the drink in front of him silently and went back to drying the glasses. James took a sip, watching you with the corner of his eyes.

“Lovely dress,” he murmured gently, his eyes on the bartender. “You look like summer in the middle of a stormy night.” He turned his head to you; his blue eyes were intense as they took your shocked but pleased face in. You ducked your head.

“Thank you,” you whispered, but he heard you anyway. He was surprised that you were playing the innocent card. You were far from being innocent, he could tell. He only needed to take one look, and he knew right away. Maybe that was how your way. Maybe that was how you lured your preys in. James smiled despite his chain of thoughts.

“You’re very welcome,” he nodded, and then turned his body to you. “I’m James,” he extended his hand. He didn’t mind you knowing his name; you were going to be cleaned at the end of the night anyway. You smiled.

“Y/N,” you said, gently shaking his hand. James almost hummed loudly at the touch of your soft skin against his. His hands were rough, their texture wasn’t soft anymore, but yours were. They were soft. He liked that. It was nice to feel soft things against his own skin every once in a while. “You look tired,” you murmured after two beats of silence. James barely kept his smile soft and contained the twitch of his lips which threatened to form his smile into a smirk.

You were desperate.

The only thing he needed to do was to show you some affection, pour out some sweet words and now, you were desperate to talk to him more.

“I am,” James responded with a neutral voice, but he was mindful to add some sort of a sigh at the end. “Not so much, but I am.” He sent you an equally tired smile that matched up with his story. You gave him a soft look before inching your chair towards his. You were unaware of stepping into a very feral wolf’s den.

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It wasn’t a hard work for him, to keep you talking and drinking while he was charming and maybe seducing you all along.

You were a little tipsy as he walked up to you anyway, James just made sure that you kept drinking. You were doing every single thing that was wrong in his book; the cleansing he’d be doing tonight with your help was going to be a good one.

“What brought you here?” You asked him. You weren’t slurring yet, and honestly, James didn’t want you that drunk, so after you were finished with the glass you had, he was going to stop you. As much as he liked seeing you indulge yourself into the sins like this, because it was going to make his cleansing better, he wanted you to enjoy yourself on your last moments.

James shrugged. “Just passing by, to be honest,” he murmured. It wasn’t a lie. He was passing by. He would be leaving this small town in the morning, most likely 6AM sharp. “How about you, sweetheart?” He asked. His head cocked to his side, eyes teasingly narrowed and lips stretched into a dangerous smirk. He was a handsome man, James knew that, and he liked to use it to his own advantage in these kinds of things.

“I’m going home,” you said. “It’s a long way, though, so I’m just spending the night here.” You sent him a small smile and finished the last drop of your drink. Just when you lifted your hand to ask for more, James placed his hand over the glass.

“I think it’s enough for the night, don’t you think?” He murmured, and then he stood up and moved closer to you. “Besides it would ruin the fun if you were to get too intoxicated.” James saw your eyes getting heavier with a hazy look, saw your chest stop moving and heard the hitch in your breath.

“What fun?” You asked. James let his lips form into a smirk, this time.

“If you join me for the night, I think you can find out,” he whispered, leaning in just a little. You whimpered softly. You were turned on; you were desperate for him, for what he could give you, what he could make you feel. It should have felt empowering, but it didn’t. It made him feel disgusted.

“Alright,” you agreed easily.

Wrong. This was wrong, what you were doing. Wrong. You shouldn’t have agreed to spend a night with a stranger this easily. You shouldn’t have been let that stranger seduce you like this, but you were naïve. You were desperate.

So, James smirked. He held out his arm and walked out of the bar with your arm looped into his.

──

James wasn’t a big fan of having sex. He knew he could go without having it, and he had, once. It wasn’t hard, abstaining himself from sex or any sort of psychical contact with anyone. It was very easy, actually, but it wasn’t worth it. He’d stop by one of the towns he was passing by, have a wild night and relieve himself and then he’d move on.

He called them cleansing.

He’d find a woman, watch them and try to decide if they were worthy of his cleansing nights. If they were, James would take them back to his motel room. He’d have his sex, give them pleasure, make them take whatever he gave them, and when he was free of his sins, he’d get rid of them.

Tonight was his cleansing day, and you were his vessel.

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“Fuck!” You moaned as James slammed you back against his motel room door. His mouth was assaulting your neck, your bare chest, all the skin you showed to those men and made them lose their control, James left his mark.

His hands were under your dress. They were running along your soft skin, along length of your legs, and he grabbed your ass beneath the skirt to haul you up. With a soft moan you held tightly onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you let him carry you to the bed. His lips were stroking yours so perfectly, you couldn’t keep your moans to yourself.

“You like this, don’t you?” He murmured against your lips as he laid you on the bed. He was on fours between your legs, your dress skirt bunched and ankles looped behind his thick thighs. “You like having some touching you like this.” He trailed a finger gentle from your ankle to your hips, digging his nails lightly. You sighed.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, I love it.” James hummed. His fingers grabbed a hold of your flimsy panties, ripping them off with a flick of his fingers. You gasped, but it was so hot to watch, you couldn’t say anything. James discarded the ripped material. He hummed once again as he swiped his fingers through your core, causing you to buck your hips towards his touch.

“So wet…” He whispered. “You’re turned on, hm?” You nodded, desperately biting your lip to contain the sounds you wanted to let out. James pulled on your dress. “Take this off,” he ordered, a dangerous growl in his voice. You shuddered and scrambled to obey him. Quickly sliding the straps of the dress, you slid out of it in a blink. You threw the dress on one of the chairs in the room and settled under him again with a sigh.

James was right about almost being able to see your nipples because you weren’t wearing anything to cover them underneath that dress. He growled. You were so careless with your body, he realized. You never thought about what might happen to it before you threw it towards someone that could charm you with handful of words.

James wanted to laugh: You were so fucking easy.

Licking his lips, he ran his hands all over the now-available naked skin. It was very soft to touch, warm and smooth. It felt nice under his fingertips. James wanted to dig his nails and draw some blood just to ruin the perfect smoothness of your skin. He wanted to mark it, wanted to destroy its beauty so that no one would want to touch it ever again.

“Mm,” he heard you hum. Ignoring your writhing, James continued to stroke the warm skin beneath him. James sighed. “James…” You breathed, eyes closed and mouth open.

“What is it?” James asked. “What do you want, sweetheart?” You wiggled and writhed under him again. He could see that you were shying away from him for some reason, and he was intended to find out why. “Mm? Tell me. What is it?” You bit your lip, watched his eyes darken with the smallest action.

“I, um,” you whispered. “Can you be rough with me?” You asked gently. James narrowed his eyes. They were filled with amusement.

“You wan’ me to rough you up, love? Hm?” He leaned in and grabbed your face in his palm, squeezing your jaw, he pulled it towards his. He nudged your nose with his own softly. “You wan’ my bruises all over your body? Wan’ me to mark you up?” You were nodding excitedly; head bobbing up and down, eyes glimmering with anticipation, James thought you were adorable. He chuckled darkly. “Use your words,” he commanded with a low, rough voice.

“Yes,” you moaned loudly and whimpered. “Yes, I want your marks!” James hummed. It was a content, happy sound.

“Good, baby,” he whispered and flipped your over in a blink. He pulled your hips up as he placed a hand on your face and buried it into the bedding, almost constricting your breathing. You groaned throatily. “This what you wanted, yeah?” He leaned in until his lips were next to your ear. “You gonna get it.”

Briefly pulling away, James took off his clothes and laid them on the chair all folded. He climbed up on the bed, took his position between your thighs and pressed his groin against yours. Your dripping core felt warm and slick against his hard on. He closed his eyes and grunted lightly at the feeling, hips moving slightly. You wiggled your hips, pressed your ass back at him and coated his erection with your slick. James groaned. His hands were quick to find your hips and grabbing them tightly.

“You do not move unless I tell you so,” he snarled. His hand released your ass cheek and slapped it harshly, making the flesh jiggle. “You are to follow my orders,” he snarled again as he slapped the other cheek. You whimpered. “You disobey, and I’ll make sure you’re in pain.” He quickly gave you a slap right on your clit, making you shout into the bedding. “You hear?” You nodded.

“Yes, yes, I hear,” you whined. “’m sorry. I’ll follow your orders, sorry,” you mumbled, tears gathering in your eyes. James smiled.

“Good girl,” he whispered. The hand that was still resting on your ass sneaked its way up into your hair, and he yanked it harshly. You cried out. Your hands grabbed his thick thighs as something to hold on when he pulled your body flushed against his. “The sounds you make,” he snarled. He released his hold on your hair. “Grab the condom. It’s in the drawer.” James pointed the one on your left, and you leaned to get it.

After he put on the condom, he cornered and caged you on the bed, under him. You were breathing heavily, he could see how wet you were and how warm your body had become. “I’m gonna be rough,” he warned you. “I’m gonna degrade you, slap you, pull your fucking hair and I will not stop, y’hear me?” You nodded. That was exactly what you wanted from him. “Yell as loud as you want. Let’em know I’m making you feel so good.” He kissed you on the lips once and slid inside of you in one thrust.

You groaned loudly as your eyes rolled back. They way he filled you was so fucking perfect, you felt yourself tear up. Your hands were holding onto his biceps, nails digging softly as James started thrusting without missing a beat.

The pace he set up was hard and almost punishing. All the rage and tension in his body was loaded into his thrusts, making your body jolt up and down every single time his hips kissed yours. The sound of skin-slapping-skin was almost too loud, but James closed his eyes as he listened to it. His hands were grabbing your thighs tight enough to leave bruises in its wake, nails digging hard enough to draw some blood. James growled.

“So good,” he murmured to himself as he once again flipped you onto your stomach. He watched the jiggle of your ass with his each thrust, watched how perfect it was and warm it made him feel. It sent tingles all over his body. Pulling at your hips, he positioned you half-sitting on his lap, half-lying onto your stomach. He was hitting and reaching deeper with each movement of his cock, he knew it. Your screams of pleasure were letting him know. “Hmm, damn…” He groped your breasts. Pinching the soft, loose flesh, he pulled at your nipples.

“James!” You moaned, but you were slurring. James grinned devilishly. He sneaked his hand from your breast to your pussy and slapped it. Your hips twitched, and he slapped it again. Your walls were rippling around him like mad, James was loving it. “Oh, fuck!” You cried out as he pinched your clit. Tears were freely rolling down on your cheeks, but they were pleasant ones.

“Yeah?” James hissed. “You feelin’ good, slut? Hm? Tell me.” He listened to your litany of ‘yeses’ and moans and whimpers. He dug his nails on your breasts, digging them deep and dragging them down roughly. You shouted. James could feel the trickle of blood on his fingertips, and he chuckled darkly.

“We are just starting, dove,” he whispered into your ear and wrapped his arm around your throat.

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James watched you as you dozed on and off. You were sprawled onto the bed, starfishing, and had a dopey smile on your face. You were so beautifully blessed out, James felt proud. His eyes roamed all the marks and bruises he left on your gorgeous body: Bite marks, handprints, nails… They looked incredible.

“Damn,” he heard you whisper. You giggled. You sounded drunk, but it wasn’t because of the booze you consumed earlier, it was all sex. “This was the best fuck I’ve ever had,” you said, grinning. James just hummed. Lifting himself on his strong legs, he walked over to his small bag. He opened it.

His clip point bowie knife was winking at him cheekily in his bag, and James smiled. He grabbed it gently. Fingertips running over the sharp and smooth edge of it, James sighed. This knife had served him so well over the years, it became his lucky charm and his go-to. Tonight, it was going to serve him once more.

“Are you still there?” You murmured, head lifting tiredly. “Or have I been talkin’ to myself all alon’?” You chuckled.

“’m here,” James whispered. You hummed, head falling onto the pillow. He walked over to your tired and used body. Your eyes were closed, but you had a happy smile on your face. James stroked your cheek as he mounted you.

“Mmm,” you protested lightly. “You wore me out. Can’t go again.”

“I don’t want you to,” James whispered, licking his lips hungrily. His pupils dilated with the anticipation. His hand moved to your hair from your cheek and he stroked it, too. You purred. James grinned. He looked like a mad man with a grin like that, he was aware, but this was his favorite moment.

He fisted his hand into your hair, yanking you half-upright. Without letting you understand what was happening, he ran the knife along your throat. A clean, deep cut. He heard your gurgled breath, watched the blood pouring out.

James smiled at your half shocked and half blessed face as he watched the blood pouring out of your body and pet your hair all the while. He could feel the relief filling his body already. He sighed deeply, relishing the feeling.

He loved his cleansing nights.

He loved watching them fading out.

It was why he was created.

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Another body was found exactly a month later after the last one.

Despite the undisturbed look in general, he could see couple bruises peeking under the clothing that wrapped her body innocently. Rogers knew what he was going to find when he dug a little deeper. He knew how all the bruises the killer left behind was going to look like. He also knew that the forensics was going to say she was most likely got raped, but it wasn’t true.

Rogers had been working on this killer’s case for some time, now. He had seen cases of his killings enough to know that he cared about consent. The bruises, damage on genital parts on the bodies were all asked for. Rogers felt like he knew the killer like a best friend with how much personality to put into his… craft.

He would watch them first, seized his options. That was how he’d choose his next victim, most of the time. Then, he’d approach them, make small talk maybe, and charm them right away. It was a funny and humiliating fact that they had no visuals about the killer; no one seemed to saw his face, or remembered it. Rogers figured he must at least have a decent enough face to charm the women the way he did. Then, he’d take them to one of the rooms in the motel nearby. He’d get his pleasure, satisfy himself, and then. Then, he’d get to work.

This one, the body in front of him, was definitely his work.

The scene Rogers was facing was weirdly peaceful. It was by a lake with lots of willow trees surrounding it. It was almost 5AM in the morning; the cool breeze of the night was even sharper now. There was no noise, only owls making soft cooing sounds. The darkness of the sky was the darkest before the sun peeked through its black curtains.

However, Rogers was not there for the scenery. Not that kind, at least.

She was standing by one of the willow trees. Her body was positioned in such way that it looked like she was just leaning against the tree and watching the view in front of her. It might have looked normal, like nothing was wrong if she was wearing a coat or something, but she wasn’t. The white dress she had on was beautiful. It was simple, no designs or anything. The dress had long sleeves; the fabric was covering her chest up to her neck/shoulder joint and the skirt part of it was reaching to her ankles. She had matching flats on her feet. The skirt was only allowing Rogers to have very small peek of her skin.

Her hair looked clean when he came closer. It was up in a half-braid, thrown over her right shoulder. Her hands were clasped in front of her in a submissive way, her fingers were laced together. She had an also white, silk scarf covering her neck. Simple silver earrings were put, she looked really beautiful.

Her face, however, was the creepiest part.

It looked almost alive; she had a serene look on her face, a faint smile on her lips and the look in her eyes were soft. She really looked like she was watching the view, but she was dead. Her skin looked undisturbed, but Rogers knew that if he were to rip the dress off, he’d find her genital organs all mangled. He would also find all the bruises that this elegant dress was perfectly covering up.

“Same guy?” Wilson asked as he approached Rogers. He nodded. His blue eyes were inspecting the girl’s body carefully. “These poor girls,” Wilson sighed. “What is he trying to do, I don’t get it.”

Rogers knew what he was trying to do.

“He’s stopping them from sinning ever again,” he murmured as he eyed the note where the killer pinned the note. It was sitting right over her heart innocently, an elegant hand writing was smiling at him gently on the cream-colored paper. One sentence was striking, but he could see more things were written on the small paper. It was that one sentence that was haunting him in his nightmares. Rogers counted exactly seven drops of blood on the paper. One of the drops was darker than the other: It was the third one.

“Does that mean anything?” Wilson frowned. He was new to this case, so he didn’t know the meanings of the small details the killer loved to leave behind.

“Yeah. Seven drops. Seven deadly sins. Third drop is darker than the others which indicate which sin she had died from.”

“Which is?”

As he answered Wilson, Rogers sighed deeply.

“Lust.”

𝙸𝙵 𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂, 𝙸'𝙼 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝙳...

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Could you do one where Lucien finds out about what happened on solstice but he and Elian isn’t speaking to him yet? I’m curious to see your take!

Look. I absolutely CANNOT help myself. If I had written that scene (and I am free, SJM), it would have gone down a little like this.

She doesn’t want him.

Azriel’s words rang through Lucien’s head, over and over on a constant loop, one he didn’t think he’d ever get out. He hadn’t wantedto overhear that whole conversation and, in doing so, was reminded why he never came to this fucking city to start with. He scrubbed a hand down his face, slung his bag over his shoulder, and slipped from his room. Feyre would be disappointed he left without saying goodbye but no one else would miss him. He could always make his excuses in a letter when he was far from Velaris.

I’d defeat him easily.

Lucien flinched beneath the weight of such casual violence. Azriel would love Autumn Court, if that was his first thought when it came to a blood duel. Lucien had no intention of calling one, not for Elain. He barely knew her and yet Lucien didn’t think she’d find the whole, bloody mess endearing.

He certainly had no intention of dying over a female that seemed to loathe his existence. He closed his eyes for a moment, willing Azriel’s voice to remove itself.

He doesn’t deserve her.

What would Lucien know about that, he thought miserably, his feet touching the first-floor landing. It wasn’t like he’d asked for her. If he’d it his way, the cauldron would given Elain to Azriel and the spymaster could spend eternity bound to a female that wanted nothing to do with their kind. He might have found it funny, the notion that Azriel thought she’d fall into his arms when Elain had made it abundantly clear she hated the mating bond.

Maybe he’d have a shot, then. Lucien stepped past the drawing room they’d exchanged gifts in when he caught a flash of that honey-colored hair all the Archeron’s shared. Feyre was up. Well fuck. He’d never be forgiven if he snuck right past her. He sighed and turned.

“Knock, knock,” he said before looking in. “Feyre, I thought I’d…” His words died in his throat when Elain looked back, her hands wrapped around her throat. “Never mind.” He wasn’t touching the red eyes and blotchy skin of the softly crying Elain with a ten-foot pole. He turned on his heel when something physically stopped him.

The fucking mating bond snarled in his chest, a physical beast that demanded he care for his mate. Fuck me, he thought furiously, keeping himself exactly where he was. He turned again, wary of the female that had caused so much drama. He wondered if she knew. Elain’s hands were still wrapped around her neck as a set of fresh tears slid down her cheeks.

“Are you alright?” He asked, every inch of him rebelling at the thought of comforting her through the rejection of another male.

Elain’s whole body seemed to tremble while Lucien warred with the bond, demanding it let him leave.

She doesn’t want him.

Lucien sighed and offered her a mocking bow while even the mating bond conceded. He turned for the third time, reshouldering his bag, and stepped out of the drawing room. Ten steps and he’d be at the door.

“Wait!” She called. Lucien’s whole body went taut as he closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the sky.

Have I displeased you? He silently asked the mother, walking back to the drawing room. He knew she could tell he did not want to be there, that he’d been trying to make his escape judging by the expression on her face. Was she planning to torture him a little, on her way out?

“Can you help me?” She asked, removing her hands from her throat. A red rosebud hung from her pale throat on a silver chain, and it was clear she’d been trying to remove it when he walked in on her.

Lucien dropped his bag to the floor and walked to her, her scent a punch to the gut. Honey and jasmine and something warm, like a breeze over a sunlit sky. All of that was mingled with fear and the better part of him wanted to tell her no and demand she tell him why she was so scared. He didn’t. What good was upsetting an already crying female?

She swept thick, honey-colored curls over one shoulder and it was Lucien’s turn to tremble, his stomach bottoming out. Had he ever touched her? He couldn’t remember a time. He reached for the tiny clasp, his fingers brushing over the nape of her neck. He swallowed hard as the chain was freed, sliding away into her waiting hands.

“Thank you,” she murmured as Lucien immediately put distance between them. His entire body was too aware of her and though he was angry, he didn’t know that he could stop himself from touching her again if he remained close. He wanted to guard her, to put his body in front of hers and snap and snarl until every male in Prythian was aware that she was his mate.

He reached for his bag. “Are you leaving?” She asked again and it occurred to Lucien she had asked him two questions and he had said nothing in response. He flexed his jaw, his back turned to her, and slid the strap of the bag back over his shoulder.

“I am,” he replied carefully. Elain wiped her cheeks with the palm of her hand and Lucien thought she was still so heartbreakingly beautiful, despite her hurt. Elain nodded, looking down at her feet and he wondered if he ought to just say goodbye.

“Will you be back?” She asked, her words nearly a whisper.

“Would you like me to return?” He asked, emphasizing her part heavily. Their eyes met again and Elain hesitated.

No.

He turned then, his anger cascading over him, intending to leave her in the drawing room. She didn’t owe him anything but neither did he. At least he was trying. If she didn’t want him around, he didn’t need to come any more than was necessary and he certainly didn’t need to see her.

“Lucien!” Elain breathed from behind him. He stopped again, cursing himself and the tether that bound them. “Lucien I didn’t…I uh…”

“I get it,” he said, his words clipped, turning to face her again. He shoved down his instincts demanding he treat her with care. Maybe someone should tell her to get fucked, even once instead of the constant handholding she was subjected to. “I’m the wrong male. That’s fine, Elain. I don’t want to be in your way.”

His hand reached for the doorknob when she surged forward, her brown eyes still sparkling with tears. “What does that mean?” She demanded.

He laughed dryly. “I guess you didn’t hear the little reprimand the High Lord gave Azriel regarding you?”

Her face paled.

“Don’t let me get in the way of true love,” he commented sarcastically. “I wish you and the bat nothing but the best.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I’m not in love with him,” she half-whispers.

“You understand that’s worse, right?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. She looked him up and down.

“I don’t belong to you,” she began but Lucien rolled his eyes.

“When did I ever say you did?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. “You’ve made a lot of assumptions about someone you don’t even know.”

“Would you even be here if it weren’t for this?” Elain asked in return, one finger gesturing between their bodies.

“Would Feyre?” He snapped back. Elain hesitated and Lucien could see she hadn’t considered that. Something sparked in her gaze and Lucien waited to see if she was going to soften.

“I don’t owe you anything.”

“Great,” Lucien replied, yanking on the door handle. “I don’t owe you shit, either.”

He stepped into the cold, strangely pleased when she followed him out.

“What does that mean?” She asked, the door snapping behind her. She immediately wrapped her arms around her body and, cursing himself, Lucien began unbuttoning his jacket.

“Why do you think I ought to stand here trying when you don’t believe you owe me anything?” He demanded even as he handed her the emerald-colored jacket. She snatched it out of his hands and threw it to the ground like a petulant child.

“You wanted this—”

“The hell I did!” He interrupted. “Do you imagine I am having a good time, watching you desperately try to avoid me? Because let me assure you, this is not my idea of fun.”

“Then why do you keep coming around?!”

“Because you haven’t rejected the bond!” He replied, letting some of his desperation leech into his words. “And until you do, I’ll keep coming to Solstice and waiting, my entire life hinging on a choice you seem duty bound to ignore. Have you ever considered, for even a moment of your now immortal life, that you do owe me something?”

“I don’t owe you shit,” she whispered in response, all rebellion. Lucien couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of his throat, causing her to jump. Of all the things he might have imagined, her repeating his own words back to him was not one of them. He shook his head, meaning to turn and winnow away but Elain was watching him and he thought her lips curved upwards just enough to seem as though she were suppressing a smile.

Lucien offered her the same mocking bow he’d once given her sister, bending deeply at the waist, arms thrown out, so she knew it was not courtly in the slightest.

“Enjoy your night, Elain.”

“Lucien!” She snapped, very clearly exasperated. He shivered and it had nothing to do with the cold, which he barely felt. He took a step between them, hooking the lip of his jacket on his boot and tossing it into the air where he caught it and draped it over his arm.

“What?”

Her eyes glanced back at his jacket, arms tightening around her body and for the second time that night, Lucien handed her the jacket. She didn’t budge and he sighed.

“Take the damn jacket, Elain.” “You’re rude,” she accused, snatching it out of his grip. And though Lucien was irritated with her, some of his anger washed away at the sight of her buttoning herself into his jacket.

“Yeah? Well you’re spoiled.”

Real mature.

She paused and then she smiled, as if he’d told her she was beautiful. “No one has ever said that to me before.”

“You’ll forgive me if I’m all out of sonnets.”

She laughed that time. “You’re so mean.”

Lucien hesitated. Did she like it? He took a step towards her and Elain, to her credit, held her ground. All traces of tears were gone, replaced by the open rebellion staring him in the face.

“You like it,” he accused. Elain didn’t deny it. Instead she took the tiniest step towards him, so close Lucien could touch her face. He reached between them, taking a fat curl between his fingers, knuckles brushing over her cheek.

“I’m not a doll,” she murmured, eyes wide as she held her ground. “I can handle it.”

Of that, Lucien didn’t doubt. He knew she felt his agreement, shimmering down their shared connection.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted me to stick around.” “Good thing you know better,” she shot back, all teasing. Lucien, unable to resist testing his luck, dropped his hand and made to turn.

She grabbed his hand and his blood sang at the contact, the instinct to grab her and take her away from this place nearly overwhelming.

“Stay,” she breathed. “Get some sleep…you look terrible.”

He smiled, looking down at her hand clasping his own. “At least we share that commonality.”

Her mouth dropped open, eyes sparkling. “How very cruel of you. Will I see you in the morning?”

“If you’re lucky,” he replied, smirking. All his confidence died the moment she brought his hand to her mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm.

“If you’re lucky, you mean,” she replied, letting go. Elain turned, flouncing back into the house without so much as a glance backwards while Lucien stood beneath the fae lights flickering on Feyre’s porch, hand burning. He tried to figure out what had happened and how they’d gone from crying and yelling to…insults and a kiss.

Still, he did as she asked and came back into the house and walked back to his room…where Feyre waited, a smile playing on her lips.

“Good night?” She asked him, making it plain she’d heard at least part of what went down between him and Elain.

“Shut up,” he replied.

#elucien #elucien prompt #elucien fanfic #elain x lucien #lucien x elain #im not gonna add to luciens misery #its happy endings or NOTHING #also mean elain is my favorite thing #still no smut #i think maybe the next one is smutty?#dont be afraid to send me your smutty prompts #i will answer them in the order they are recieved

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