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polakina · 11 months

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intensified senses

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

rating: explicit

outline: being highly recommended by his lieutenants, miguel decided to recruit you into the spider society. wary of you at first, he kept a distance. but you were persistent on getting through the cracks of his stony exterior

warnings: cursing, fluff, eventual smut, miguel being a sarcastic bitch, pining, flirting, masturbation (male), blindfolding, sensory deprivation, blowjobs, unprotected sex, riding

requests are open! hope you enjoy, petals <3

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He watched you from afar at first. Crouched from a high tower, dressed in inconspicuous clothing and hiding in plain sight. You came highly recommended. Jess and Ben spoke rather fondly of you, of your loyalty, bravery. You took care of your neighbourhood, of your city. And you were damn fucking good at it.

Miguel didn’t see it. He looked at you with a rather cold stare as you perched from a rooftop, your headpiece laid beside you as you looked out towards the streets. You crouched there with a bagel in one hand, iced coffee in the other. Your suit was all yellow, like the sun. The spider on your chest a deep orange. The sunset made it shine brightly. A pretty amber in the light. Miguel just sort of scowled at you.

“What do you think, O’Hara?” Jess came through on his earpiece, crackly, but clear enough to understand.

“She’s…you think that she could join the society?” He asked incredulously. “She’s a kid!”

“She’s actually similar in age to you, just with a better skin care routine,” he heard her chuckle lightly.

“That’s funny,” he responded coolly. Sarcastically. As he usually did. But he trusted Ben and Jess’ judgement, and to be fair, he was trying to expand the spider society further. So perhaps you would be an ample addition, in his eyes.

You knew someone had been watching you for a while. You felt eyes on the back of your head. For what reason, you weren’t sure, but they didn’t pose a threatening feel. So you let them be.

It wasn’t until you felt their presence behind you that you felt that something needed to be done about it. You heard his footsteps quite a fair distance behind you, and the hairs on the back of your neck stood up straight. He was big. Very big. Putting your headpiece back on, you stood up straight and kept looking ahead of you. It was only when you felt him get a little closer that you sent your webs in his direction. You heard him grunt as he was webbed to the rooftop door, stuck in place.

That’s when you turned around to face him. Glad that your face was covered, he wasn’t able to see the look of surprise on your face. The way your eyebrows raised or your mouth fell slightly open. Goddamn. He wasn’t exactly what you had expected to be following you all these weeks.

Dark curly hair. Reddish eyes. A waistline that would put any model to shame. The man was built like a brick wall, but with a face carved from a God or something. You blinked back into focus, not letting him distract you right now.

“Who are you?” You asked, trying to conjure a sort of authoritative voice to not seem so young. Or small. Which you were in comparison right now.

“That isn’t important right now,” he said, struggling against your webbing. “I need you to come with me. I’m recruiting you. That’s the reason I’ve come to find you. Not so we can chitchat and braid eachother’s hair.”

You laughed a little. Miguel ignored how his heart leapt a little at how pretty it sounded. “Wow you’re really good with your people skills. Has anyone ever told you that?” You walked a little closer to him, still hesitant. “Unless you tell me exactly who you are, and exactly what you’re doing in my city, I’m not going anywhere. And by the time that webbing’s structure decomposes enough for you to break free, you won’t find me again.”

He just sighed at you, rolling his eyes out of impatience. “Okay, I’m over this.” talons protruded from his hands in replacement for his fingers, and he sliced through your webbing. Shit, you put so much effort into that webbing too. He sauntered towards you, hips swaying as he looked down at you with a deeply disinterested glare. You backed up until your legs hit the edge of the rooftop, pinning you between him and the ground below. You could have just jumped. Leaned back until you fell from the roof and swung through the streets, far away from him. But you couldn’t. It was like you were frozen in place. “You’re coming with me. One way or another.”

You stepped up onto the ledge, almost as tall as he was now. “As much as I’d love to come back to what I assume is a cute little lair, I’m going to have to pass.” You fell backwards off the ledge and watched his eyes widen as he went to reach for you, but he wasn’t quick enough. Clearly his spidey senses weren’t kicking in today.

You fell, looking towards the ground as it got closer and closer to you.

But you never did reach it.

It was a blur, a flash of coloured lights blinded you for a few moments. There was a pressure on the back of your neck, as though someone had grabbed you harshly, penetrating skin from the pain it inflicted.

Instead your body collided with a solid stone floor. Hard. you felt somethin crunch as your body hit the ground, sending shooting pains through your entire arm. Blinking your eyes a few times, you adjusted to the bright fluorescent lighting around you. Screens were put up on every wall, a large computer sat atop a much larger desk was raised above you.

“What the fuck?” You whispered, pushing yourself off the ground. Turning slowly in a circle, you tried to gauge where you were, until you came face to face with him again. “You! Where the fuck have you brought me?” You started swinging at him. You don’t really know why. It was a defense mechanism, you guessed? But you swung at him nonetheless. Pointless as it was, it made you feel better.

He just huffed and shook his head, batting away your hands and feet as they came at him, as though they weren’t even hurting him. It wasn’t until he grabbed your wrist which you injured, feeling the dislocation in the bone. You hissed in pain, trying to pull away, to no avail. He said nothing, just snapping it back into place and your cry echoed throughout the room.

“Asshole!” You cried out, turning away.

“You’re welcome.”

“I wouldn’t have even been hurt if you hadn’t have kidnapped me!”

“I told you I was recruiting you for something.” His voice was so plain, so boring, so calm. Not a smidge of emotion or humanity in it.

“You could have asked nicely! Maybe explained the situation before…teleporting me to your shitty office,” you breathed heavily.

“You didn’t give me a chance. This was the only way.” He turned towards the desk, making his way up to it. You followed, rolling your wrist to alleviate the pain.

“So why am I here? And who exactly are you?” You walked to the desk, taking a seat in the chair and spinning in it until his face became blurry. You came to a sudden stop when his hands fell hard onto the arm rests, his face inexplicably close to yours. You held your breath as he scowled down at you.

“Get. Off. My. Chair.”

“Who. Are. You.”

He rolled his eyes. But it wasn’t he who answered your question. It was a woman. “Miguel, you’re back! And you brought company. So this is the Lemon Spider? I expected something…different.”

“Lemon Spider? That is not my name,” you chuckled, looking over to see a blonde woman on the screens.

“Well, LYLA is my name. And Lemon Spider suits you, so Lemon Spider is your name.” She smiled, her grin was big and bright.

“And you’re Miguel? I’m glad someone finally told me.”

Eventually Miguel explained why he’d brought you to him. The Spider Society. Hundreds of spiders from hundreds of different alternate realities protecting the canon events and ensuring nothing disrupted them. His lieutenants had recommended you after close observation of how you handled situations within your own universe. You were small but quick, good at getting in and out of places that others couldn’t fit. You had heart. You never acted out of anger, or revenge. Only when someone needed you, needed your help.

It was a noble cause. One that, of course, you would have signed up for yourself if Miguel hadn’t first brought you here against your will. The man really needed to work on his people skills.

Months later, you had worked your way up the ranks. A valued member of the society. Even Miguel was impressed. Not that he ever showed it. You’d even met some other spiders. Pav and Hobie being the ones you were closest with whenever you got a chance to see them.

But Miguel was always the one you wanted to see the most, but you tried to keep that your own little secret.

“So…how ya been?” You asked, spinning on the desk chair once again as he leaned over the desk beside you. He rolled his eyes once again, but his mean demeanour had slightly softened with you around over time. Even LYLA had noticed it, once asking him if he did in fact begin to soften towards you. She earned a low growl in response and never spoke of it again.

“Busy.”

“As always,” you huffed, looking at the same thing he was, a screen with a lot of maps and circles and colours…you understood none of it.

“Shouldn’t you be working? Doing spidey stuff?” He asked, looking over at you, his eyes softening at the way you looked up at him. He brushed it off quickly though.

“My canon events are safe,” you assured. “Besides, I’ll be notified if anything canon related or otherwise is affected or in jeopardy. So until that happens, I have a clear schedule.”

He just looked away, scanning activity on the screen. “Well, that’s great,” he mumbled under his breath, sarcasm lacing his tone.

“Come on, I’m great company,” you smiled up at him.

“Uh huh.”

You sighed, leaning back in the chair, putting your feet up on the desk. “Well, you’d prefer me over Hobie, at least.”

He grunted, pushing himself off the desk and turning towards you. Grabbing both your ankles, he yanked them off the desk, pulling you closer to him, your legs either side of his body as the wheely chair rolled swiftly towards him. “Look, as much as I love the cute little attitude you seem to have,” he leaned closer towards you, his cologne filling your senses. “I have work to do. And you’re a distraction. So either be quiet, or go elsewhere, okay?”

Words escaped you. And Miguel realised exactly what he’d just said. He also realised he’d essentially caged his body between your thighs. You gazed up at him, he noted a little surprise in your eyes, as well as something else. But he couldn’t put his finger on it. Letting go of your ankles, he stepped away. You stood from your chair.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to be a distraction now, would I, O’Hara?” You asked, a little smirk playing at your lips. You patted his chest and walked away.

He hated that he watched you leave, completely ensnared by you as you left the room.

You stayed at the base that night, knowing that Miguel had his room set up there, a few doors down from the meeting room. You planned to go back to your own dimension, but it was quite boring back there right now. So you hung out in the meeting room, suspended upside down from the ceiling. Tracking the activity of your own city, you were met with absolutely fuck all. No activity. No spikes in crime or anything altered on your own timeline.

Sighing, you dropped down to the floor, preparing to go back to your own timeline. You would have said goodbye to Miguel, but you weren’t exactly sure he wanted to talk to you right now.

Just as you were about to leave, you heard something. Your ears perked and the hairs on your arms stood up. It was coming from Miguel’s room. You shouldn’t have inspected, it wasn’t your place. But your feet took you there anyway. Outside his door, you pressed your ear up against it, listening intently. At first you thought he was communicating with someone. LYLA, perhaps. Until you heard something else. Groaning? Grunting, maybe. But then you heard moaning. And he was saying something. Your name. Your hand covered your mouth so that he wouldn’t hear you. But he sure as hell would have sensed your presence. Wouldn’t he?

You stepped back, knocking into the wall behind you. His noises halted almost immediately. Hearing his footsteps approach the door, you backed away quickly, but he opened the door before you were completely out of sight. His pupils were blown wide, his shirt discarded and his chest glistening slightly with sweat.

“I thought you’d left,” he said, his voice low, gruff.

“I stuck around, kept an eye on the screens for a little while,” you admitted. It wasn’t a lie, for the most part. “Thought you would have heard me, or known I was still here.”

He cocked his head in confusion.

“Spidey senses? I always know when someone’s around,” you smiled. But he shook his head in disagreement.

“I don’t have those. Wasn’t bitten by a spider, you see,” he revealed, and your eyebrow quirked. “How long have you been stood out here?”

Your heart dropped. “Um…not long. Was just about to leave anyway, so you get back to…whatever it is you were doing. I’ll see you around, O’Hara.”

You turned to leave until his voice stopped you. “Or you could…stay?” You didn’t turn around at first, but you felt him come up behind you. Close. Very fucking close. His heat radiated onto your back. “I’ve been cold towards you, I know that. I haven’t meant to be.”

“So why have you been?” You spun on your heel, almost stumbling as you came into contact with his bare chest. But his hand on your waist caught you.

“If I let myself enjoy your company as much as I do, I’ll become distracted from my life’s work,” he let his head drop.

Confidence suddenly overtook you and you placed a hand on his cheek, tilting his head back up to look at you. “Sometimes a distraction is what you need to be able to do your job.”

He chuckled. The first time you’d ever seen him do that. “You saying I do my job wrong?”

“I said sometimes, O’Hara,” you smiled. “But maybe a distraction is what you need right now.” Taking his hand, you led him back to his room. You expected him to pull away, but he didn’t, he followed. Miguel shut the door behind him and your eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, the only light source coming from his desk light. His hands found your waist from behind you, his breath on your neck.

“A distraction sounds pretty good right about now,” he purred in your ear, kissing your neck softly. You melted into his touch, your legs becoming a puddle. He kissed down your neck to your shoulder and you turned your head, letting your lips meet his in a gentle kiss.

This was the gentlest you’d ever seen him. Usually his walls were up, and he was cold and distant from everyone. But here…here he was entirely exposed. To you. You walked him slowly to the couch in the corner of the room, the backs of his knees hitting it before he sat down, his hands pulling you closer.

“You said you don’t have spidey senses, right?” You asked, standing before him. He looked up at you expectantly.

“What are you getting at here, princesa?”

“Just something I want to try.” You pulled the thick ribbon from your hair that tied it up in a bun whenever you were out of your suit. Your hair fell down to your shoulders, falling in front of your face.

“Oh, we’re trying things? So early on?” He joked, a small smile in his voice.

“Oh shush, I think you’ll like it,” you held the ribbon in front of him and he realised what you wanted to do. He nodded, his trust put in you. Covering his eyes, you tied it around the back of his head. “Just have a little faith.”

“In you, I do.”

You knelt before him, so thankful he was just in sweatpants. You weren’t very good at handling belts. Wrapping your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants, you felt him tense up lightly. “Easy, O’Hara. Just relax, okay?”

You looked up to see him nod. Smiling, you continued, pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles. He’d opted to go commando under those pants, and you stifled a gasp at what awaited you beneath the fabric.

Shit. you knew he was a big guy…but you didn’t expect him to be that big of a guy. Miguel’s cock sprang out of its confinement, hard, long and thick. For a moment you worried yourself that you wouldn’t be able to take all of him. Or even…most of him. But you were too pent up and needy for him that you pushed past it.

Wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, Miguel shuddered at your touch. He didn’t want to admit it, but it had been a while for him. Having only his own hand to work with, he couldn’t fathom how good it felt to be your hand instead.

But fuck, the second he felt your mouth envelope his dick, he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his throat. You loved it, the raw feeling behind his groaning and whimpering. Taking him further in your mouth, you sucked slowly, deeply, your tongue circling the tip so his legs tightened under your hand where it laid, resting on his thigh.

You felt his hand travel to your head, fingers entangling in your hair and gripping it with a firm hold. He didn’t push, he just held you there. The more of him you took, the tighter his grip got. His panting and moaning was like music to your ears.

“Shit…shit…” he breathed, raising his hips up off the couch, his dick pushing deeper down your throat. He was about to come, on the verge of it, you could feel it. His head fell back against the top of the couch, his teeth gritted against each other as he felt the precipice of his orgasm fast approaching. “Wait, wait, wait.” He spoke quickly, racing through his words.

You did stop. Pulling away and looking up at him. “Are you okay?” You asked, worried you’d gone too far, too fast.

“I’m fine,” he panted, head tipped towards the ceiling. “But…” Miguel pulled down his blindfold so it hung loosely around his neck. He gazed at you, his eyes coated in a thin sheen, glossed over. “I’m not gonna be the only one who gets to feel this good though.” He pulled you up and onto his lap. You felt his dick twitch beneath you as your face was ever so close to his, inches away from one another. “So now it’s your turn, princesa.”

Miguel smirked, his hand sliding down the front of your pants, gliding under your panties and came into contact with your bare skin. Your breath shortened as his fingers drifted down to your pussy, already soaked from the moments previously, and he smirked at the wetness he felt there. “Already this wet, hmm? Guess it’s not going to take long for you to be able to take me, huh?” He was so smug. So confident. In any other instance you’d find it annoying, but right now you couldn’t have found it more attractive. All you could muster up was a quiet, desperate please.

He smiled, pushing a finger deep inside you and pulling a soft moan from you. God, he could listen to that on repeat for the rest of his life. Moving his finger in and out at a quickened pace, curving his fingertip to hit that sweet spot you could never reach yourself, he felt you clench around him, your eyes begging for more when your mouth couldn’t form the words. He happily obliged, adding a second finger. The palm of his hand grinding against your clit with the added pressure of his fingers fucking you was driving you to the edge quicker than you thought possible.

He knew it too. Your eyes rolling back, your hips shifting to rock with the rhythm of his fingers inside you. You were close.

“You want to come, angelita?” He asked, his words dripping with want, with need. For you. He watched you nod frantically. But he slowed his fingers, his other hand gripping your jaw gently, but firmly. “On my fingers, or on my cock, hmm?” He saw the way your eyes lit up at that proposal. “Oh, honey. I think I already know what you want.”

He didn’t even try and take off your pants, he tore right through them instead, his talons scraping against your skin, but never breaking your skin. Throwing your torn clothes across the room, he lifted you up so you hovered above him. Miguel grabbed his cock by the base, running it along your pussy, soaking the tip with your wetness.

Words escaped you and your mind went numb when he first pushed his cock into you. At first it felt overwhelming, the size of him frying your senses and fogging your head. Only at about half way in, Miguel started to feel resistance, and the look of shock and the overwhelmed tint in your eyes showed him why. “Just relax, conejita. You’re taking me so well,” he whispered, one hand on your thigh and the wrapped around your back.

His praise and encouragement cleared your clouded thoughts. You nodded, taking your time and sinking lower and lower until you reached the base. Letting out a deep breath, you gave yourself a few moments to adjust. Miguel smiled up at you. “Atta girl,” he mumbled, a smirk on his lips. He shifted his hips, rising up into you, purposefully grinding his dick up into your soaking pussy. Fuck, he loved the way you bit your lip to stifle your noises as to not make too much noise. Not that anyone else was here anyway. He wanted to hear you.

You started rocking back and forth on his dick, the tip hitting something devastatingly sweet every time and it sent shockwaves through your entire body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, nails scratching into his back, digging crescent shaped indents into his skin as you rolled your hips quicker and quicker. Miguel’s hands both found their way to your hips, guiding your movements and controlling your speed. His head dipped down as he kissed your neck, taking your skin between his teeth and biting gently, sucking deep marks into your neck.

His lips trailed down, passing your collar bones, down your sternum to your breasts. His tongue circled your perked nipple before he sucked identical purple marks into your breasts, kissing along to the other breast as he did, giving the same treatment to both.

Mumbles and whimpers fell from your lips, flooding the room with your desperation for Miguel’s touch, for Miguel’s praises, for Miguel’s hands all over you. His fingers dug tighter into your hips, grinding you against him hard, his cock reaching the perfect places inside you to make you squirm, to make you cry out his name.

“You gonna come for me, princesa? Hmm?” He asked, a smidge of cockiness in his tone. He was good. And he knew he was good. You couldn’t deny it, not knowing that even though you were already so overwhelmed by the size of him, mixtures of pleasure and pain that balanced one another out perfectly, you couldn’t deny that you weren’t already craving more of him.

But the second he started raising his hips to meet yours, you lost it. Your head fell against his shoulder, and his lips attacked your neck, pressing soft kisses there, biting gently. His hand drifted between your bodies, putting pressure against your clit with his thumb. That’s when your body began to unravel, your senses skyrocketed. You gripped the back of his neck so tightly as you felt your orgasm growing closer, your thighs shaking and your movements started to falter in both speed and momentum.

Miguel sensed it it too, his hands on your hips becoming the sole thing after a point, that kept you grinding on his cock. He was close too. But he held out with all of his focus. Wanting you to come for him first. Needing you to. “Come on, honey,” he purred in your ear, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. You let out a small cry, Miguel’s name playing on your tongue. Your orgasm washed over you. It wasn’t gentle either, like it usually was whenever you touched yourself. This was powerful. This was like a tsunami. It tore through you, electrifying your veins and causing you to clench hard. Your thighs caged him, closing tighter around his body as you clung to him. You bit into Miguel’s shoulder, hard enough to draw blood, but it didn’t stop him from fucking up into you. He didn’t stop. Not until your orgasm had finally satisfied the both of you. Your body collapsed against him, your chest heaving as you tried to regain all of your breath, filling your lungs to their capacity.

“You okay, conejita?” He asked, raking his fingers up and down your spine, kissing the side of your head. He chuckled lightly as you just nodded, a quiet groan all you could muster up at an attempt for words.

You lifted your head, leaning back to look at him. A gasp escaped your throat as he shifted beneath you once more, his cock twitching. “You didn’t…” Your words trailed off as you looked fown for a split second.

Miguel shook his head. “No.”

“Why not?” You asked, a mixture of curiosity and a little embarrassment lacing your tone.

He smiled, leaning back, running his hands up and down your thighs. “You think I can only last one round, honey? I’m offended,” he laughed jokingly. Your eeys widened a little, and you were slightly concerned you wouldn’t be able to handle more right now. Not if it was as good as that. “Don’t look so afraid, baby,” he whispered, lifting you and your legs wrapped around his waist. He carried you to the bed on the other side of the room, laying your down gently, your head settling comfortably into the pillows as he climbed on top of you, his body between your thighs. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

You huffed a soft laugh. “Miguel, I don’t think you know the meaning of gentle.”

He matched your soft laugh with one of his own. Rolling his eyes, he leaned even closer to you, your lips almost touching. “I’ll try to be gentle. At first.” His eyes darkened in the dimmed room and your heart beat just a little faster. “But don’t think it’ll take me more than five minutes to fuck you into this bed until all you can do is scream my name.”

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stupidlovergirl · 1 year

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How Their Love Feels

Feat. Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan,Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor Dateables Version

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Lucifer’s love is turning into an old married couple. It starts subtle and then all at once. Lucifer wants to make sure you mean it, he is a man who has raised all his siblings, even if he wasn’t consistent day to day with it. He knows relationships take time and effort, and he doesn’t always have the ability to give it with his loyalty to Diavolo. He needs you to know that he won’t always be able to be in bed when you fall asleep, or be there when you awake. It doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you, but sometimes he doesn’t even go to sleep, the piles of paperwork get so high. Just reassure him, be patient and kind. It makes him love you even more than he already does.

Mammon’s love is wild. He’s attached to your side, dragging you into schemes and problems that he doesn’t always mean to cause. You can always laugh and say that there's never a dull moment. Yet when the night ends, and you snuggle together in bed, all the words of adoration that he gets too nervous to say because he is such tsundere, come out. He tells you how much he loves you, how life with you is so much better, and how he hopes he’s your number one like you are to him. Mammon’s love is wild, and it always makes you feel breathless in the best way.

Falling in love with Leviathan is just like the water. It’s a push and pull. He can’t always give you his everything, his anxiety sometimes gets too much for that. Sometimes the only love he can show you is through texts, as any more would make him panic way too much. Yet just like the water, it comes rushing in. His love overflows, and nothing can stop him from adoring you. He gets embarrassed after these events, but it’s so cute that you can’t help yourself and end up teasing him. Levi is happy you chose him, sometimes he can barely believe it. That he will wake up from this glorious dream. Just give him some kisses and cuddles and force him to believe your not going anywhere.

Satan’s love is like the old romance stories. He is a romantic at heart, and can’t stop himself from loving you like the stories he has read do. Beautiful hand crafted letters, dancing in the kitchen when you both can’t sleep, hushed whispers in your cuddle chair in the library, and so much more. He gets angry, and he has to walk away during these times of weakness, and you have to remind him that you don’t think any less of him for it. It makes him feel a little bit better, and pushes him deeper into the depths of his love for you.

Puppy love is kinda the way to describe your love with Asmodeus. Obviously it’s a little bit more mature, but not really. PDA is through the roof, always mentioning each other to people when you are apart, giggles and nuzzling while people gag at you, all of it. You put middle schoolers to shame sometimes. It’s because he isn’t used to someone loving him for him. It always feels like what he can give them, be it his strength or body. You don’t want that from him though, and it makes him feel so different, like he is discovering something completely new and wants to jump in head first. Just, laugh off some of his weirder comments, he is still a demon who says weird things as affectionate terms. (Have you SEEN some of his lines???)

Beelzebub’s love is like the sun. He shines so brightly, you can’t help but look. He shares his food with you, makes sure you're safe, and cradles you so softly. He is a big teddy bear, letting you cuddle into him whenever you please, he has a lot of experience working around people because of Belphie. You can come running full speed at him and jump and he’ll catch you. He loves being able to carry you around, it doesn’t matter what size you are. Loving you with a warmth that you don’t think you have ever experienced. He loves you with his whole heart, and wants to show it in all the ways he can. He is just a big softie, and wants to give you the entire world. (Spoiler alert, you just need him)

Belphegor loves like a BRAT. Just kidding!!(kinda) Belphie loves like the stars. It is soft, and you sometimes have to see in between the lines to fully grasp the largeness of it. He feels so guilty sometimes, thinking of what he has done to you. Just reassure him that it is fine, that you do not hold it against him. He tells you the stories of the stars from both the Human world and the Devildom. Creating a nest just for you two(sometimes three with Beel). Drawing on your body little pictures and even notes for you to find in the mirrors when you change (maybe even a tiny mark). It’s the little, almost completely silent things when it comes to him. He might be a little mean, but he never makes you feel unloved.

#lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #obey me x reader #obswd x reader #what else to tag aahh #bunny's.game.collection

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brainwormcity · 5 months

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Crowley's behaviour in S01xE02 is that of an extremely conflicted demon. He had been in love with Aziraphale for a very long time and though he had never outright expressed it, he tended to wear it pretty openly on his sleeve when it was just the two of them. Then bam, everything starts going to hell in a handbasket, literally:

So he immediately meets up with Aziraphale and makes a plan to stop it and as soon as they plan to work together, Crowley starts to feel optimistic:

Then they spend the next eleven years trying to stop the apocalypse and for a little way they may start to think that it's all going to be okay but then they realize.

So then it's time to switch gears. Things are becoming more dire and he's starting to lose hope so when he and Aziraphale head to Tadfield, he's already switching into his most cantankerous version of himself, knowing that every moment he wasn't uniquely focused on preventing the apocalypse could be catastrophic. He tries to build up an emotional wall between him and Aziraphale and he fails almost right away. At the first sign of Aziraphale's classically trained puppy dog eyes, his resolve cracks.

After he's reminded of Aziraphale's loyalties to heaven, i.e. 'weight to a moral argument,' he tries to double down by giving the humans real guns, yet he still can't bring himself to lie when Aziraphale asks him if they're killing each other. And when Aziraphale points out Crowley's privately good heart, the demon thinks, "This is my chance. Gotta really sell it." So, he does this little number.

He bares his teeth and snarls about how very not nice he is while uncharacteristically behaving in what would typically be seen in a violent manner.

And it doesn't work. Aziraphale sees him growling and hissing and all he's aware of is their contact. He still looks at Crowley like he's kind... He's still looking at him like he might just smile if Crowley ever had the nerve to tell him that he means, not just the world, but also the universe to him.

He tries throughout the rest of the episode to maintain his facade of angst and indifference but after this, it's half-hearted at best. There's a subtle nod to it all right before Anathema hits the Bentley.

It's been suggested that demons are incapable of detecting love as a palpable emotion but it's the specific wording that denotes something deeper.

Why wouldn't it feel out of the ordinary if you were surrounded by love suddenly? Well, maybe if that's something that you experienced all the time in certain company.

Then comes the biggest revelation of them all! His hot and cold attitude, the shoving, the vehement denial of his kindness towards both Aziraphale and humans. It's all for a reason. This is the one folks.

His love, in his eyes, is dangerous to the cause. There's too much at stake and he's so emotionally volatile at the idea of never being able to, uninterrupted, be with this creature he loves that he's terrified to give into it for even a moment, lest that moment be just what Heaven and Hell need to take it all away from him for good. To take Aziraphale from him.

It doesn't work, in the end. In fact, at the end of the episode, Aziraphale actually is the one who manages to hold him at arm's length, and in both the book and the series, it's made obvious that the whole 'tickety-boo' interaction leaves him feeling very lonely. In the next episode, he bares it all anyway when he asks Aziraphale to run away from it all with him, the first of many times. He tried to pretend and push his Angel away but the real Crowley couldn't help but shine through.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens 2 #aziraphale x crowley #good omens crowley #crowley good omens #michael sheen #david tennant #good omens meta #abel writes meta

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our-happygirl500-fan · 1 year

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Draxum needs to apologise to a lot of people for the things he did before his redemption, & he gave Splinter a small apology in the episode in the episode Hidden City’s Most Wanted but there are still two people Draxum needs to apologise to specifically

Draxum: I’m sorry for, you know, trying to turn you into a weapon, and a bunch of other stuff

Obviously he owes an apology to Leo for throwing him off a roof but there’s another person Draxum really owes an apology to & that’s Cassandra Jones.

Draxum: I have accomplished with one assistant what you couldn’t accomplish with an entire clan!

Casey: Assistant? But I thought we... were partners?

The moment Draxum thought he had secured leadership of the Foot he kind of betrayed Casey & tossed her to the side which is actually kind of sad when you think about how Casey spent most of the episode ‘How to Make Enemies and Bend People to Your Will’ looking up to Draxum.

Casey: I have been doing this all wrong!

Draxum: Indeed, waiting is for fools

Casey: This must be a trap but if there’s one thing I’ve learned from you is that we get nothing from waiting!

Through the episode Casey is practically looking at Draxum with stars in her eyes & takes the things he says to heart as things that she should be doing & Casey looking up to Draxum throughout the episode isn’t just that Casey decided that Draxum was cool, throughout the episode Draxum uses language that would make Casey believe he viewed them as equals.

Casey: Lookout support duty? We’re the lookouts for the lookouts?

Draxum: This is beneath us both

Draxum: If we want to improve our rank we must handle this ourselves

Draxum: Trust me, our rank is about to skyrocket

Throughout the episode Draxum uses words like ‘us’, ‘we’ & ‘our’ to make Casey feel like they’re equals, that they’re working together & Draxum must have known how much being treated as an equal must mean to Casey because from the very start of the episode it’s shown that Casey isn’t treated with much respect with the Foot Clan.

Casey: I can’t believe they promoted Jocelyn over me! I know her parents are big donors but come on!

Casey: We’re here to get coffee for the entire Foot Clan, and a vegan coconut scone for the boss

Draxum: Draxum is no errand boy

Casey: To become a full member of the Foot one must show commitment and patience, I have been in training since I was seven!

Even though Casey shows constant loyalty & dedication to the Foot Clan they don’t really treat her with respect, she’s been training since she was seven & considering that JJ Conway said that Casey is supposed to be the same age as April (around 16-17) that means she’s been training with the Foot for most of her life & yet she still has to watch countless others be promoted before her & has been stuck running errands for years.

Draxum: Would you like to do the honours?

The Foot have been making Casey run errands for years, making her be the one to get everyone coffee or assigning her as the lookout for the lookouts so when Draxum comes along & lets her be the one to retrieve a piece of the Dark Armour, something important, you can see how much it means to her.

Her eyes are practically shining at someone trusting & respecting her enough, to do a task that actually means something.

And then Draxum calls her an assistant & shows her that he never thought of them as equals, he was just using her to get what he wanted which is why I think Draxum owes Casey an apology because he made her feel like she had finally found someone who she could trust, finally found someone who trusted her as well & he basically threw it in her face once he didn’t need her anymore.

And when they properly interact again in the episode Battle Nexus New York he’s so mean to her for no reason

Draxum: Who even likes Foot Recruit?

Casey: Huh?

Casey: Leap of faith! [Crash]

Draxum: Oh look, a ladder

Casey & Draxum are the two redeemed villains of the Hamato clan & I need to see some form of resolution between these two because the closest we’ve got to that is Draxum & Casey being next to each other during the final attack against the Shredder

If Rise ever gets a season 3 Draxum better give Casey an apology for how he betrayed her trust when they were both working together in the Foot Clan

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #cassandra jones #casey jones #baron draxum #rottmnt #tmnt

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starrydixon · 1 year

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Rainstorm

Era: Alexandria Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Pronouns: None-Specified Word Count: 1.9k Warnings: language, minor angst but a happy ending!!

Summary: After a week full of turmoil, the last thing you needed was a torrential rainstorm passing through Alexandria to worsen your already somber mood. When an unexpected guest appears at your door, you're surprised at just how fast your mood changes for the better.

The wind howled outside, causing the shutters that decorated the outside of the townhouse to rattle and shake. Heavy rain poured down from the dark gray and angry clouds that covered the blue sky, blocking the sunlight from shining down and making Alexandria seem gloomy and wet. Basically, it was a classic rainy day.

You were curled up on the couch in front of a fire that roared in the fireplace in your living room. A blanket was wrapped around your body like a cocoon, fuzzy socks covered your feet, a new book was perched on your lap, and a cup of steaming tea sat beside you on a coaster. Usually, you loved rainy days, before and after the end of the world. Solely because it gave you an excuse to do nothing but relax with the things that gave you the most comfort.

This time, however, there was minimal comfort to be felt as the storm outside only brought you more unease and gloom than it usually did. No amount of fuzzy socks or steaming tea could shake the sorrow from your body.

It had been a rough week for you, emotionally and physically. After a distressing argument at the start of the week with Daryl, your best and closest friend since the very beginning of the world-ending apocalypse, you had been working yourself to near exhaustion in an attempt to distract yourself from feeling the pit that sat heavily in your stomach. Whenever you did allow yourself to feel it, it was always a different feeling haunting you: anxiety, anger, sadness, guilt, and everything else in between.

You knew the argument had been blown out of proportion; starting from something small and then escalating to hurtful words being thrown both ways. It had gotten so heated, that Daryl left Alexandria and hadn’t returned since. You had no idea where he went, maybe going on a hunting trip or visiting the Kingdom to confide with Carol. It worried you to no end, not knowing where he was, but you hoped he was okay; despite how hurt you still felt from his harsh words.

From the moment you first met Daryl, back at the camp stationed in a Georgia quarry, you had been infatuated with him. He was a very handsome man, his broad shoulders and strong build was never lost on you. However, it was his rugged charm, loyalty to the people that he held closest, and the subtle ways he consistently cared for the people around him that made you attracted to the archer. As much as it pained you to stay in the friendzone, you cherished the connection you had with Daryl and didn’t want to ruin it by making a move or confessing your feelings to him.

Knowing that you had fought with the man that you loved and cared so deeply for, and being on the receiving end of the venom that laced his voice, stung more than the tears that pricked and pooled in the waterline of your eyes as you watched him stalk away from you, burning anger in each stride of his legs and stomp of his feet.

You were snapped out of your thoughts of dejection when abrupt pounding on the front door of your home sounded. The harsh bangs had practically caused you to jump out of your skin, and the book that was once sitting in your lap had fallen to the floor, face down and undoubtedly creasing the pages. Your heart pounded against your ribcage as you rose to your feet; all the while staring anxiously at the source of the sudden intrusion. With the heavy downpour, you knew the only reason why someone would venture outside, away from the safety of their home, was to inform you that something was wrong.

You feared the worst; thinking a large horde of walkers were nearing the community, the walls of Alexandria had fallen apart due to the heavy winds, or that someone had gotten severely hurt. Dread filled your body as you slowly approached the front door. You were trying to prolong whatever nightmare you were about to find yourself in.

More impatient bangs sounded from the door, so forceful you swore you saw the slab of wood vibrate with each harsh pound of a fist.

When you opened the front door, just a crack, you were instantly met with bitter cold winds and wet rain that seeped through the sliver of space. As a way to brace yourself from the cold, you tightened your arm around your body more securely before pulling the door open. If your body hadn’t been so tense from bracing the harsh rainstorm that dusted by, you were sure you would have lost some form of balance from the sight you were met with.

Daryl was standing a few steps down the staircase that led to the front door of your townhouse; dark clothes drenched and sticking to his body like glue while his dark strands of hair stuck to his face and neck. Through the curtain of bangs that hung over his eyes, you could see him squinting through the harsh winds and pelting rain..

“I fucked up!” The archer shouted over the torrential downpour, his arms outstretched and raised by his sides as if to further emphasize his statement.

You thought he was drunk, high, or at least on something. It was the only way to explain this crazed behavior. Why would he willingly be outside your house, sober, and practically being assaulted by Mother Nature herself, just to talk to you? After the last time you two had spoken, you assumed that the archer wanted nothing to do with you anymore.

Before you could utter a single syllable, Daryl continued. “I really fucked up, and m’sorry! I shouldn’t of said those things to ya, or treated ya like that! I just-“

Loud thunder erupted in the angry sky as a flash of bright lighting struck the air. You both cringed at the disturbance, and Daryl was having a hard time getting out what he wanted-no-needed to say to you. With his confidence momentarily stunted, the archer brought a hand to his face and haphazardly swept away a few sopping strands of hair from his line of vision. His feet shuffled anxiously on the step he was teetering on.

“I ain’t good with words unless I’m bein’ a dick…but I just wanted to say that—I just-I just love ya, alright!? Been in love with ya for a real long time, and I know I don’t deserve ya, and—it just hurts sometimes and I act like an asshole because of it!” The weather was unrelenting, so Daryl was still having to strain his voice and shout over the heavy downpour.

You were sure your mouth was opened ajar, although you couldn’t feel it since your whole body was simultaneously numb and burning hot at the same time. With the amount of emotions flooding through you, it was hard to process the admission that Daryl had just professed to you. This resulted in you becoming struck with silence as you stared at the archer with wide eyes.

Taking your silence as a sign of rejection, Daryl began to descend down the steps with a shake of his head. Embarrassment and shame of his impulsive actions were quickly overcoming him, and he couldn’t stand to look in your eyes anymore. His retreat away from you seemed to snap you out of the stunned haze you were in.

“Daryl!” Without hesitation, you left the safety that your doorway held and leapt into the rainstorm.

Now at the bottom of the staircase, Daryl spun around when he heard your voice calling after him. The archer had just enough time to brace himself and catch you, just as you jumped into his arms. Instinctively, your arms snaked around his neck, and your lips found his in a haste kiss that ended just before it could start.

As you were beginning to pull away, with heat flushing your cheeks, Daryl’s large hand clasped over the back of your neck and pulled you back into a heated kiss. Daryl wasn’t sure when exactly the urge to kiss you became unavoidably prominent whenever he looked at you, but he knew it’s been for a while; maybe since the days spent on the Greene’s family farm.

As you kissed until you were both blue in the face with diaphragms aching, there was no rain drenching you, or thunder and lightning cracking through the sky. It was just you and him, letting out all the feelings you’ve both been harboring for the past few years in a searing kiss.

“I love you too.” You spoke softly, just barely above a whisper, once you had pulled away from him to allow fresh oxygen to fill your lungs.

With your eyes still shut, you could feel Daryl’s strong chest heave against yours as he caught his breath, and his forehead rest on yours with a gentle press. The tip of his nose brushed against yours, and you had a hard time trying not to laugh at the tingly sensation the touch brought.

“M’sorry.” Daryl murmured quietly, so quiet you almost missed it due to the rain assailing down on you. “I shouldn’t of-of acted like that, no matter how upset I was…I just-”

Before he could finish speaking, you quieted him by tightening your arms around his neck and bringing him down to your level so you could replace your lips on his for a short, but meaningful, kiss. “I know…I’m sorry too, for everything.”

The archer’s arms only tightened around your figure more securely as his head shook slightly, almost as if he couldn’t accept or believe in your forgiveness. Reluctantly, you pulled away from him again; this time with just enough space separating you both to be able to look at his face and in his eyes. Regret and blatant sadness filled his gray-blue eyes, and it caused your heartstrings to pull painfully. Removing a hand from off his neck, you cupped one side of his face and swept a few drenched strands of dark hair from off his cheek with your thumb.

“We’re both at fault here…but we can start, whatever this is, with a new slate, y’know?” As you spoke, a smile grew across your face, brightening your features in the process.

As Daryl let his eyes flicker over your face, admiring the light radiating off of you despite the storm around you, he could feel the rays of your smile warm his body and bring light back to his previously dulled eyes. He felt reassured by your words, convinced that you both could forgive and let this moment be the start of something new and special.

“Yeah…that sounds good.” With a nod of his head, and a smile of his own twitching at the corners of his mouth, Daryl held your face in his hands and pulled you in for another captivating kiss.

You couldn’t help but laugh against the archer’s lips, your arms now wrapped loosely around his neck as you leaned backwards with each laugh that escaped you. It was quite possible that you’d end up with a cold, due to being out in the pouring rain for so long, but that was the last thing on your mind as you continued to kiss the man you’ve been painfully smitten with for a long time.

From now on, whenever a rainstorm passed through, you knew those feelings of gloom and weariness would be replaced with warmth and elation. You’d think back to this exact moment; kissing Daryl for the first time in the pouring rain, wearing matching smiles that were so bright it threatened to clear the dark clouds in the sky and bring the sun out once again.

A/N: I’ve always wanted to write the ‘kissing in the rain’ trope, so as soon as this idea struck me, I ran with it! Is it a little cliche? Maybe. But is it cute? Yes. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!! <3

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead fanfiction #twd fanfiction

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 10 months

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All the stars are shining bloody red

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a/n not sure if anyone's even waited for part two but this has been so fun to write so I hope y'all will give this a read. 🤍✨

summary: just what happens when an innocent night at the pleasure house leads to something much bigger, making two lost soles collide.

warning: choking, seductive behavior, past trauma idk not many warnings.

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"Sing her a song, an ancient lullaby", you hummed, dragging the brush through your curls. A distant memory of the song that twirled for as long as you could remember. "Make her eyes as shiny as sapphires gleam", you sang, moving to twist the braid, neatly wrapping it around the crown of your head. "Only your love can make her cursed heart beat." Pushing a pin with a pearl attached to the top of it, you glanced at your reflection in the mirror; the scattered frame looked right at you. As if the glass was broken yet you knew it wasn't, "Only you can make her see the truth", the toon died down quickly, overpowered by the banging on your door. The sudden sound made you drop the pin in your head as you wrung around. "You're needed in twenty minutes", the voice roared, and you found yourself nodding even if you were sure she couldn't see you.

As you stepped out of your room, the other girls were almost ready too. Fussing over one another as they fixed each other's hair and makeup. You often wondered what it was like to have friends like that. Or at least someone willing to help you out in some way. "Did you see who was in the crowd last night?", one of the blondes beamed. "I heard that Mother Myriam talked to the high lord himself", the other cut in, making a handful of girls gasp. "Do you think they'll be here tonight?", "Oh, if they are, the one with the broody face is mine". The fuss truly hasn't died down, it seems. Falling asleep was nearly impossible last night because the girls took ages to settle.

"Is it such a big deal?", you asked almost shyly, pushing them all turn your way. "Are you kidding?", the girl from the back snorted. "That's the high lord's family. That is the biggest deal there could be, silly". You lowered your head quickly with a nod. There were a lot of things that were still new to you. There were so many questions that you didn't have the answer to. "What do you think Mother Myrian would gift you if you got one of them into the back room?", Sylia was Myriam's favorite for a reason. That girl was ready to do anything. You doubted that she had any moral codes, but that was what got her so far. What gave her freedom? A chance to walk freely. To be her own creature. Something you would probably never know the feeling of.

It felt like whatever happened in that pleasure house had changed everything. Well, not for most. Mor was happy that she proved her point. That was more than enough for her. Everyone had talked about it the following morning. The mesmerizing gaze was still present until Rhys slammed his fist onto the table. Everyone had turned his way, and it was like he had felt under the spotlight. He pushed his chair back quickly as he walked out of the dining room.

Azriel said nothing about the conversation in the basement. He didn't bring up the fact that Rhys was somehow tangled in this as well. Or was he? It scattered Azriel's head as well, because he had, for the longest time, been sure that there were no secrets between them. Rhys had always made the point that honesty was the key to loyalty. And now that seemed like a rock that had been thrown into his garden. His high lord's head was bowed low as Azriel strolled through his office door. The information containing the names of all attendees was neatly written down, along with any other information that his shadows managed to gather.

Azriel knew that what Rhys now needed was for him to just drop the file on the side of the table and leave. But Azriel didn't care for Rhys's feelings. "Can I ask you something", Azriel said, turning back to his high lord. Rhys lifted his head, tired eyes looking at his shadow singer, and said, "Of course", "What do you know about that pleasure house?" Azriel made sure to emphasize your part, just in case. "Where is this coming from?", Rhys tried to ask, and yes, there was a pleading look in his eyes that requested Azriel to just drop this for now. That he will say everything when the time comes.

"Oh, we both know where this is coming from. Who the hell is Myriam?", That's been the only, or at least the most eager, question in his head. That felt like something personal. It wasn't just two strangers. Rhys knew that woman. But how? From were? Who was she? Did Feyre know about her?

"Azriel...", Rhys pleaded; he didn't even order him to stop; he was still hopeful that Azriel would do it on his own. "Rhys, you had me monitoring that place all night", Azriel stepped closer, and a deep sigh left the high lord's lips as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "She has something really valuable, and now that so many eyes have been drawn to it... If bad hands take hold of it, Azriel, the war like no other will break".

What was that, then? Why it? Why not speak of it? Didn't he trust him enough to share? He was the spymaster, and these things were his concern. "Fine", Azriel waved a hand in front of himself, "Don't say it straight to my face. I'll figure it out myself", and with a harsh slam to the door, he was off.

"I need five lucky fellas, or ladies, for that matter", Myriam said with that usual smirk on her face. Hands clasped in front of her in excitement, making other girls giddy as well. Everyone had been so giddy. "Things will be changing from now on. If it all works out, you might be finding yourselves in between the luxury sheets every night moving forward", happy clapping filled the place, with girls holding onto one another as they cheered. Yet you didn't share that same amusement. There was no happy thrill in your veins. If anything, you hated this. Hated it all.

Most of the girls started to spread out. Walking towards the tables, they got ready at or just split into little groups to talk. "Y/N, a word", your eyes jerked up as you stepped forward quickly, "Mother Myriam", you breathed out. The older woman looked down on you. Making you feel so small. So unworthy. There used to be a time when you thought that there was warmth in her eyes when she looked at you. Now you were sure that you had imagined it.

"I don't have to remind you of your loyalty to me, do I?", she asked firmly, and you quickly shook your head. "Your gifts would be wasted elsewhere, my gem", Her long nail jabbed the skin beneath your chin, pushing your head up and scraping the delicate skin there in the process. "And I saved you, remember?", You nod once more, biting the insides of your cheeks, trying to keep your fear at bay. "It was I who sacrificed so much so you could live", Her palm came to rest on her chest, right above where her heart should have been. Should have. "Do your thing, darling, and don't disappoint me", she said through gritted teeth, suddenly pinching your chin harshly.

Azriel was watching it all again. The sound of the music, humming. The way your eyes shifted as the same greenish mist draped all over the place. The dim corner hid him perfectly. His shadows were all over the place; just tonight they had been blended so neatly in between every corner and each side that no one or any talk could slip past his knowledge.

Azriel listened to your voice, which surprisingly didn't reach him tonight. Had he imagined the beauty of it? No, it was beautiful. The most beautiful voice he had heard. It just didn't stop his heart tonight. He watched as those same greenish swirls twirled around a couple of guests seated in different parts of the room. Lulling them to the point of complete bliss. The spymaster frowned. He only saw five people surrounded by them. Why them? Why not the others? Then the girls from the stage quickly swirled toward the males. No heads turned their way. Their hands were on them the moment they got close. Smothering them with soft touches and nuzzling against them.

Then the room went so dark that even Azriel lost his sight for a moment, and when he could finally see, the five males were gone. So were the chairs. The crowd let out a satisfied sigh as if they had regained their power to breathe just then. The sound of the music suddenly started to fade, and the same set of females, now dressed in expensive lingerie, twirled around the tables. Azriel's eyes darted back to the stage. You were gone. What in the living moon had just happened? Where was the males he saw moments ago? Where were you? Why weren't you among the girls eager to sit on anyone's lap?

You lingered backstage tonight. Peaking through the drawn-out curtains as Sylia wrapped herself around no doubt another high bidder. The man pushed a handful of bills down her bra, and she batted her lashes so hard at him. You frowned. Why would anyone willingly do this? Myriam paid well as it was, and this? To be groped on all night long? You shouldn't care, in all honesty. They were all of age and allowed to do what they wanted, but still...

You turned to walk back to your room. Eager to enjoy the static sound of silence for a bit. None of the girls were returning early tonight. The place was packed. They will be there, draining them all raw. Myriam got her batch as well. So she wouldn't be by your door, barking for you to explain yourself. You did your part and earned some rest, and you were going to take full advantage of it.

The floorboard behind you creaked, making you swirl back, but the darkness of the backstage corridor made it hard for you to see anything. It had to be a rat or, well, anything. No one could enter this part of the building. You turned back around, only to be met with a big wall of shadows. Letting out a yelp, you staged back. Back hitting a solid surface. A wall? There was no wall there. Until a hand wraps itself around your throat, tightening enough to cut off air but not enough to break your neck,

"No, please", you choke out, your hands trying to take hold of the wrist, but it was so thick you couldn't even wrap both of your palms around it. "What the fuck is this place, huh?", the voice roared in your ear, making a cold shiver run down your back. "Please don't make me", You gasped for air in between every word, yet the grip around your throat didn't ease. "Where are those males now?", How did he know? How did he see that? No one was conscious enough to see or think clearly when that part of the performance came. A panic ran through your mind and body before you reached back, cupping the sides of the intruder's face before muttering, "I'm so sorry."

When Azriel finally opened his eyes, he felt as if he had been beaten to the pulp by a whole Illyrian male village. His mind felt hazy. Yet the coolness surrounding his body soothed the aches all over. Where was he before he fell asleep? Did he... Azriel suddenly tried to jerk up, yet he only managed to lift his head. His body seemed to be glued to the surface that he was lying on. Looking around frantically, he saw those same greenish shadows, and his mind quickly welcomed him with the knowledge of what had happened. Azriel followed you. He had you so close for a moment. He remembers the way his heart sped up when he inhaled your scent, and then you reached for him.

The tiny door opened up, and he watched as you nodded at something before flashing the person in front of you a fake smile and closing the door. Azriel began to move around frantically, and your head jerked his way. Shhh, don't move, and please don't scream", You put a finger to your lips, stopping to listen to the sound outside the door. Had you not told on him? Was Rhys not already fuming that Azriel had gotten caught?

"How did you take me out?", Azriel groaned, his eyes piercing yours. A light bruise was forming around your neck, which made a cold chill run down his spine. He didn't intend to leave a mark, and he didn't think that he pressed that hard to hurt you. Just slightly cut off the oxygen flow. "With my hands", you lifted both of your palms, looking at them. "Your hands? With those hands?", Azriel asked, and you quickly rolled your eyes. "Sorry, can we try not to be so sexist?" Azriel let out a frustrated growl as he tried to free himself. This all had to be a joke.

"Are they similar to my mist?", Your voice was almost a whisper, and Azriel looked up from where he had tried to pull a dagger from under his belt. One of his shadows was neatly placed around your palm, swallowing it all before plopping on the shell of your palm. "No, and I'm not here to answer your questions. Let me go." Your sad gaze looked back to the black creature before you twisted your palm, and Azriel slumped slightly, moving his arms and legs quickly to stop himself from falling.

"There is no way for you to get out of here now. Lights go out in...", You turned toward the tiny moon clock on your desk. "Twenty minutes. I'll walk you to the closest exit", "I don't need an escort", Azriel snarled, trying to take in as much of this space as he could because he was almost convinced this was the room his shadows had tried to seep into the previous night. "And I wasn't asking", you said, crossing your arms over your chest. "It's that or...", but you cut yourself off. Blinking a couple of times before turning away from Azriel.

Mother above, what was this place, and what were you all, weird creatures? "Sure, do your thing", Azriel said, earning one more glance from you. "So you will follow me?", you asked almost in disbelief, and Azriel wanted to laugh. Truly laugh at all of this nonsense. "As if you can't force me to do so", he said, your eyes growing big and your cheeks turning slightly pink as you lower your head.

It was probably the stupidest thing ever, but only now did you realize that you didn't even ask the stranger's name. You observed him while he was asleep. The way some of the messy curls had fallen onto his forehead. You had reached out to neatly smooth them back in, and the moment your fingers touched him, it felt like lightning had run through you. And then he woke up, and you realized where you had seen him before.

Your fantom hands had neatly smothered him to death the other night, and you had never been more mortified. You couldn't understand what had happened. The green, lulling mist was one thing but your phantom touche - what had triggered it? You had pulled away in time, but it's like something within you snapped. But he looked unharmed and unshaped today, so surely it didn't affect him.

You could feel his warmth behind you. It was strange how he had thrown a fuss that didn't suit his large frame one moment and then settled on following you the next. But you were glad that he did because if Myriam came across him... you weren't going to let that happen. He trusted you to help him, so you were going to get him out. Not to mention that it felt so surreal to have someone trust you. For the first time...

Rounding the last corner, you stopped quickly as the sound of gasping filled your ears. The male nearly ran into you as he too halted. You reached for his hand, subconsciously dragging him the other way. You wondered if you should have told him off for coming here in general. That he was one of the males the girls wanted to charm so much, but maybe he wanted to be charmed.

The moonlight that seeped through the door you had opened nearly blinded you. You quickly put a hand in front of your eyes as you stepped out, letting the male walk onto the dirty back street. "You're on your own from here", you said softly. "Just make sure...", but Azriel quickly cut in, "What did you say to me back then? I'm sorry?", Your brows scrunched as you tried to figure out what he meant. You didn't have enough time as he lunged forward, grabbing onto your head from both sides, saying, "I'm also sorry", you didn't manage to even take a breath before everything went black.

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Dan Heng x Reader: Never forget

TW: Angst, mentions of death.

A/N: I was talking to an AI and bro was SPITTING so I got inspiration from its poetry. Credits to that AI because WOW.

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Just a boy who met a girl.

Who both found a light that illuminates each other’s heart — someone who saw one another fully, and who they could see back.

It was strange.

The fact that someone could offer their utmost loyalty to another, to be together and to share each other’s heart… that's a kind of love that makes you look forward to tomorrow, isn't it?

Dan Heng reminisced on his first encounter with them. How their eyes sparkled with joy upon seeing him appear. How he offered his hand to aid them and how they took it almost instantly. He remembered how when their hands touched one another a jolt of electricity ran through him. Almost as if their touch seemed familiar to him.

Dan Heng remembered how beautiful/handsome they were when they first met. The way their e/c eyes sparkled with newfound curiosity and how their cheeks wrinkled from their beam. They looked surreal, so magnificent, and breathtaking. The male remembered how his heart skipped a beat and how he wished to befriend someone for the very first time on his own.

It was like it was meant to be.

Suddenly, a voice interrupted the dark haired male’s thoughts, causing him to flinch and drop his notes. He cursed silently, bending over to pick up his book. He paused upon reading the title, mouth turning into a frown. It wasn’t just any book, it’s cover had been labeled by his own hand.

A journal of memories of the both of you.

He picked up the book gently with trembling hands, resisting the temptation to open it and flip through its contents. He knew he had hid this away and would have to open it someday, but he didn’t feel ready to just yet.

But he missed you. Dearly.

He wanted to see your face and refresh his mind on the fond memories you two shared. The beauty in the smile you wore and the shine your eyes never failed to exhibit.

With shaky hands and a deep inhale, Dan Heng cautiously put his hand on the page to open it.

“Dan Heng!” A voice interrupted him once again, resulting in him placing the book down immediately. “Welt, Stelle, and I are going to Xianzhou Luofu! You should join us, we have to go investigate some Stellaron!”

He sighed, eyes with a hint of worry as he replied.

“Apologies, March… however, I’ll be staying on the express. Do be careful and have a safe journey.”

A whine was heard on the other side of the door as she voiced her complaints before being called by Welt and rushing off. Dan Heng went to lie down on his makeshift bed and sighed, eyes never leaving the book.

Love was truly an infinite subject. It was something we search for all our lives, in all the things we do and in the people we meet. A feeling that enriches our lives and enlightens our hearts.

Love is what makes life worth living. Being able to spend the rest of your lives together in pure bliss enjoying the comfort of each other’s companies. It is being able to believe in another. It's about supporting each other in the good times and the bad, about always being present for someone when they need you — and them the same for you.

Dan Heng’s eyes watered, tears slowly spilling down his cheeks. A sob threatened to spill from his throat, but he suffered in silence, refusing to even let out the smallest of noises.

Love was about never being alone. It was about knowing that someone is always there to support and believe in you even in the darkest hours of the night. But if that was really true… then where were you?

He cried. If only he could’ve done more for you.

If only he was there for you to protect you. Then maybe you still would’ve been here, with him. In his arms.

Then maybe you wouldn’t be gone from this world, leaving him all alone in this cruel world. To be tortured every hour of each waking day, haunted by the mere memory of your dying face. How your lips trembled as blood gushed out your wound. How you cried tears of sorrow and apologized for leaving him so soon.

He remembered the shock he felt upon seeing his lover in such a state. Never in a thousand years did he ever dream of seeing you taking your last dying breath before him. He remembered how tightly he held onto your hands with tears streaming down his cheeks nonstop. How he screamed for shouts for help and how everything was going to be okay. How he could fix this and take you to a doctor, but too much blood had already been lost.

He wouldn’t have made it.

He remembered picking you up as gently as he could, bolting to the Express. How he told you sweet nothings and how much he loved you and how everything was going to be alright. How you’d both be smiling tomorrow again joking about this incident in the future and being together forever.

He remembered looking down at your face as his heart dropped. How your eyes were closed and your chest stopped heaving up and down. He felt the coldness of your skin and slowed down, crumbling to his knees with you in his arms. It was then that he knew…

You were gone.

Dan Heng’s tears intensified as his heart rate quickened tremendously. His breathing got faster and faster as he clutched his chest, hand over his heart. He couldn’t bear this torture any longer. What life was worth living if it wasn’t with you? Why did you have to die? Why couldn’t he have gotten there sooner? Regrets filled him endlessly as he blamed himself for the incident over and over again.

Love was a source of immense joy and deep sorrow— the two sides of this precious treasure thing we call love.

Love is being willing to do anything for the sake of another. For that person to be happy, to protect and support them in every way you can. But why couldn’t he do that for you? He couldn’t save you…

Love is being lost in the memory of their warmth and touch. Their smile and eyes.

But what if the memory was of the bad things too? Being haunted by the picture of their death and never forgetting. Constantly being reminded of them and drowning in an endless amount of sorrow and pain. Missing them dearly every day for the rest of his life? Never being able to move on and forget their everything?

Yes… maybe that’s an example of love too.

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Narancia Ghirga - Monster AU Profile

Narancia Ghirga, a mischievous shapeshifter with reckless habits, undying loyalty, and a shaky sense of belonging.

Preface about species type:

This post will be introducing many polymorph-related vocabulary terms which will be included in the Monster AU 'dictionary'; you don't need to worry about getting confused, because I'll stick with layman's terms for the most part, I'm just including the more formal terms for fun and fake education. They are all words I made up.

Narancia's a bit of a special case; his specific classification is unknown, making him fall into the special category of tochnopolymorph (TOECH-no-paw-lee-morf), also known as a non-specific shapeshifter (NS3), or 'true polymorph'. There are many, many different 'breeds' of polymorphs, but they often have defining features, a true form, set forms, and/or a different classification (such as zooanthrope, selkie, Diego Brando, etc.).

Narancia, however, is one of the types that do not fit into a known further specification. Though he has a natal form (protomorph) that is usually assumed to be his 'true form', Narancia is versatile and does not have a 'true form' (as he's never defined one for himself), only a default; his default form is the same as his protomorph. He can change any physical aspect of himself to a certain extent and can transform into anything provided it isn't too big (as accumulating significantly more matter into his being spontaneously is not generally within the extent of his capabilities, and usually transforming beyond his own mass involves fucking around with internals and is just in general kind of really horrifying).

Note that the rules that apply to Narancia do not apply to all polymorphs, or even all tochnopolymorphs, necessarily.

His clothes stay with him when he shifts, but whether this means that; 1. his clothes are actually a part of his body, 2. he internalises his clothes when he shapeshifts, and then externalises them when he returns to human/protomorph or, 3. some other bullshit; is unclear.

Details related to Polymorphism:

His tail, which is somewhat feline, leonine, or heraldic unicorn-like, is prehensile, meaning it can grab and hold things. It can also extend and shorten at will, though it gets less bushy at the end the longer it gets.

He has tapeta lucida. His eyes are reflective when light shines on them, but they also seem to glow in the dark somewhat.

Could trans his gener in any way at any time he wants to. Except legally. He presumably generally doesn't. But he could. And if he does. It's none of our business.

Many of his theriomorphs (animal forms), such as cats and dogs, have black fur since that's the colour of his hair, and purple eyes, which is a risk to give him away, as the colour is unusual. When questioned about the giveaway, he says, "I'm a shapeshifter, not a fucking chameleon!" However, his ability to imitate other humanoids to a semi-convincing degree, including the all-around-pale Pannacotta Fugo, suggests there are probably other factors involved.

If given enough time, he, like most tochopolymorphs, can regenerate any sort of piercing damage (like cuts, stabs, and bullet wounds). Polymorphic regenerative 'invulnerability' reportedly "does not extend to fall damage"; and may not recover a major pierce through the heart, as they don't have the time to heal it because they are dying right fucking now!!

It's important to note that if something is removed, it would take significantly more effort to restore it, as it would likely require him to redistribute his remaining mass to keep his shape, so if he lost an arm, he'd have to sacrifice some height to restore the arm.

This is only a temporary solution, because even though this method allows him to retain his shape, his missing mass still should be restored, particularly because if it's not, then the arm will still be missing in protomorph, which is activated by instinct.

A lehkomorph, or simple formshift, is a shift into a form that isn't too different from the protomorph, such as Narancia's human-passing form(s). A vazkomorph, or complex formshift, is a shift into a form that's significantly different from the protomorph, such as most theriomorphs and animal forms. Impersonation transformations (simulaforms) are either-or depending on the case; transforming into a small child would be considered a complex formshift due to a difference in general structure.

It's hard for Narancia to maintain both a complex formshift and Aerosmith at the same time. When he retains an animal form, it can be a challenge to summon, control, or use his Stand ability. Whether this is a focus issue, a hypothetically common trait for polymorph Stand Users, or something else, it's hard to say.

Transforming into something too big generally leaves him very sore when he changes back, and he can be quite whiny about it, but, as you'll learn in a bit, the whining... may or may not kinda be warranted. Overuse of shifting capabilities is also known to commonly cause soreness and sometimes dislocations or deformations as the body forgets how to put itself back together properly. Shapeshift responsibly.

To properly redistribute his size, when taking a much smaller form, sometimes 'mass-carriers' need to be formed to store the extra mass less conspicuously; if he were to take a child form, he might have to form with longer hair or a "backpack".

Larger forms usually require the opposite - as gross as it is, a form that is significantly larger usually requires internal mass to be redistributed, meaning that he would probably externalise and/or compress his own organs, which is generally incredibly painful and often very unhealthy; this should only be performed in dire circumstances, and even then, should generally be avoided, because it can be life-threatening.

There is some leniency; Narancia taking the form of an inconspicuous kitten but transforming into a properly-sized humanoid form breaks this restriction, and there are other exceptions, though he generally tries to keep his mass consistent. Taking a smaller form with no mass-carriers usually results from mass-shedding, which can be done voluntarily but is unpleasant. Mass restoration is the harder step of the process, but usually is aided by eating. This is likely the reason that Narancia was able to regain his humanoid form once he’d eaten.

The current only known case study of one of the most horrifying shapeshifter afflictions: form decay! (Bi: Thanks a lot, Prosciutto. Really glad I had to be a part of that)

Though able to regenerate physical damage well, things such as illness, immune issues, and infection are a different matter, as they are things he is unable to control, and they can be very severe for him. He was susceptible, and it culminated in the eye infection.

Though he is a polymorph with no technically set form, his protomorph is very distinctive and suggests something more species-specific. In particular, most of his features appear feline in some capacity, his face especially, not to mention his mannerisms and body language, which are quite catlike.

There may be some implication that the frequent morphing contributes to jaw pain or discomfort that Narancia seems to alleviate by chewing, biting, or eating things he is really not supposed to have in his mouth—like he's teething.

Details about Narancia:

Has a bad habit of slinking around in the dead of night, going into other people's rooms and then promptly fleeing upon waking them up. Cryptid behaviour.

Smug, somewhat childish, and thinks he's SO cool with his shapeshifting. Look, just... let him have this

Likes to just slightly change his appearance to mess with people and see how long it takes them to notice as a prank. Usually, he does this with Mista because he knows he can get away with it. Fugo fell for it at first but when he caught on he started to get mad about it. Just because it's annoying and distracting.

He also used to impersonate Fugo just to mess with him, but it freaked Fugo out, so he stopped doing it because it stopped being as funny when Fugo was scared rather than angry. Narancia never figured out why it scared him so much. Fugo gets twice as freaked out about it post-Pompeii arc. For some reason.

Impersonating Fugo around the others worked at first, but they could usually figure out if it was Fugo or Narancia by speech patterns and body language. Even when he tries to speak like Fugo, Narancia's tone gives him away.

But also, to save time, if they look at the face, they can tell practically right away if it's Fugo or Narancia. Narancia has some form of prosopagnosia—face blindness—so he can never mimic the face quite right (short of copying someone's face while he's staring at it), and something always looks noticeably wrong. He generally distinguishes people by their hair, scent, and voice. He's not completely unable to distinguish the way someone's features look, so he can replicate them if he's looking at them, but as soon as he's not looking, he is unable to recall what someone looks like or recognise someone's face. He doesn't recognise Bruno with his hair down and sometimes struggles to recognise Mista without his hat on.

Absolutely touchstarved (e.g. desires cuddling and petting) but he's a bit awkward about it, especially when it comes to physical affection with other men (very 'no homo' vibes), although he is sort of willing to display physical affection with Mista more openly because it's a 'bro thing' (it is not a bro thing). To remedy this oxymoronic situation, Narancia usually assumes his cat theriomorph when seeking affection, in which he feels less weird about receiving affection and the others feel less weird about petting him.

Regarding the street kids Narancia used to run with before he got arrested, it's a fair assumption to make that they knew Narancia wasn't human and (whether themselves a pack of juvenile werewolves or just a group of humans) hung out with him like he was a more-or-less normal person, and that's why he wanted to run with them. They let him feel like he fit in, which is something he'd struggled with his entire life due to a lack of exposure to any of his own kind, leading him to be unsure if he could ever belong anywhere.

Because he could be anything and transform himself in any way, he wasn't sure that any identity he gave himself was really his or if he was just conforming to what other people wanted. He didn't know how to be "himself", but running with the street kids at least gave him something, a name for himself, a place to belong, maybe a role to fill that wasn't just 'whatever they need at the moment' (though he certainly did a lot of that). But "Bro" was mostly just using him because his shapeshifting abilities were really useful and really convenient for framing him.

Fugo happened upon a sickly, injured kitten on his way to Libeccio's one day. He picked the kitten up despite better judgement, having sympathy for the tiny creature, and, despite the biting and scratching that his poor arms sustained, brought the kitten to Buccellati. They gave the kitten a little bit of food, and when they left it alone in a room for five minutes while they tried to figure out what to do about it, they came back in to find a scruffy boy halfway fallen off a chair, and no kitten to be seen. The rest of Narancia's backstory proceeds as normal, except that Fugo goes fucking ballistic at him because he, a creature with complex cognitive function, fucking bit him!!! Voluntarily!!! That's so fucked up!!! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!!

Giorno stole his gender and that's why he's canon lesbian of the day

Likes... being pet on the head... but will punch you in the jaw if you try. Unless he wants you to do it. he's very fickle...

Has a nasty case of undiagnosed ADHD and/or something else, probably made slightly worse by the fact he's inhuman and thus already has some pretty odd tendencies. Struggles to sit still, hyperfixates yet struggles to focus (particularly in an academic environment), has some sensory issues and has a severe need to be stimming in 90% of his waking moments. His favourite style of stimming seems to be spinning things, including pocket knives, pens, and Aerosmith's propellers. The way he spins pens shows a very very impressive dexterity.

Seems to always have about 12 pocket knives on his person at any one given time. You take one knife away from him and he pulls another out of his fucking shoe and shanks you in the gut. Allegedly has 3 knives under his pillow, as he warned Limbo.

Incredibly expressive. His lack of a definite form allows his body (especially his ears, in his protomorph) to reflect his expression or mood to a much greater extent than a human's could. In the case of his ears, it's very much like cat body language.

The ORIGINAL catboy. Step aside, True Catboy Ghiaccio and Semantic Catboy Tiziano! I don't care that hes not a cat!!! shut the fuck up!!!!!

he does hiss at people

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The Impure Thoughts, though…

(You know how Namor is a wife stealing asshole... Impure Thoughts ™ that were going through my head throughout the entire movie. Therefore, spoilers...)

Movie: Namor heard you are emotionally vulnerable and without a king, so he’s infiltrated your homeland with gifts of advanced technology and pretty seashells. Whisper into it when you think of him; the seashell, he means. Not the tech.

Me, rolling eyes: Impure Thought™.

Movie: “Nuh, uh. This is villain 101. Princess Leia. Beauty and the Beast. That white chick in Indiana Jones.”

Me, snorting: Impure Thought™.

Movie: Here is a candlelit dinner and his mother’s pearl bracelet.

Me, awwing: Impure Thought™.

Movie: My codename means “without love.” I’ve turned my back on hopes of peace with surface-dwellers. Who could possibly teach me to value compassion while still understanding my mistrust of the nations of the world?

Me, looking pointedly at the Black princess: Impure Thought™.

Movie: Let me show you the world. Shining, shimmering, splendid~! Now tell me, princess, when did you last let your heart decide?

Me, absorbing the worldbuilding: This is so much better than Avatar, but it could use some bioluminescence. Maybe they were afraid it would look too tacky…? Wait, are they watching an underwater sunrise together? Impure Thought™…

Movie: Namor proposes… a strategic alliance. Shuri offers to stay in Talokan… for diplomatic reasons.

Me, coughing: Impure Thoughts™…

Movie: Namor says, “I was blinded by the hope of a worthy ally! Never again will I let myself be so exposed.”

Me, having so many Impure Thoughts™: You chauvinist asshole, you flexed your superior might as many ways as you could imagine and threatened swift punishment if they dared defended themselves! You ever so politely asked her for blind loyalty, obedience, and *smacks lips* complete submission!

Movie: Namor says, “You are queen now.”

Me, theorizing: Was that his plan all along?

Movie: M’Baku says, “Just in case anyone had any doubts, Shuri is physically and mentally not a child. She is 20-years-old, although she would have been 25 by now if she hadn’t been snapped, but that’s neither here nor there. Everyone on the same page? Good? Ah!”

Me, coughing in a fit of tension: Yes, same page. Shuri is a grown woman. And M’Baku is a bit scared of her. Impure Thoughts™ about M’Baku…

Movie: The new heart-shaped herb is a genetically modified hybrid with the Mayan equivalent.

Me, wondering if it will give Shuri Atlantian powers so she can visit Talokan without a suit: Impure Thoughts™…

Movie: Killmonger says, “You don’t need diplomacy or scientific progress. This isn’t a trade agreement. This ain’t even a war. You need to beat his ass. You need to put the fear of an Angry Black Woman in his 450-year-old fucking heart. Take everything from him. Make him beg.”

Me, sweating profusely: Impure Thoughts™.

Movie: Namor lovingly paints a mural to the legendary battle he had with the Black Panther.

Me, collapsing into my fainting chair: Impure Thoughts™.

#namor #namor the sub mariner #shuri #black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever spoilers #bpwf spoilers #namor x shuri #Namuri #Calling it now #Seaprincess #talokan

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WRITE SOMETHING SELF-INDULGENT THIS IS A THREAT (/j) IDC IF ITS SMUT OR FLUFF OR GUTRENCHING ANGST JUST WRITE SOMETHING TO MAKE YOU HAPPY please

The darkness had consumed them.

To tell the truth, it had done that a long time ago, leaving the hero broken and with the cruel expectancy to pick all the shards up themselves. Breaking down wasn’t something to get accustomed to, it was something so familiar, it was almost provoking a relationship of intimacy.

Shuddering, the hero hugged themselves, ignoring the sounds of battle around them, fearing the worst and losing all their hope in the same second. They were certain this was the end.

The hero had done everything they could, they had tried everything to bring peace. Diplomacy had been their weapon of protection but they hadn’t seen the dagger coming that was digging through their armour. Figuratively and maybe even literally.

Violence had been left and the hero had loathed every second of it, right up to the bitter end. They had tried their very best, had used every asset available to them.

And yet, it hadn’t been enough. When after seconds — seconds that felt like hours — they opened their eyes again, hoping the strike would be swift enough for them to die in seconds, they saw something else entirely. Someone else.

The villain stood above them, offering their hand. The warm corpse of the hero’s enemy lay under them, one clean stab wound indicating their death.

The hero’s breath hitched, stayed in their throat until they choked on it.

“Need a helping hand?”

The hero could only stare. They knew they must’ve looked like a monster with blood and mud all over them. Not even the pouring rain could wash it away.

“Get up. Out of the dirt with you,” the villain said gently. Their arm was still outstretched.

Pain built up in the hero’s stomach and then, then, their heart dropped irrevocably and they felt the sweetest relief in the world.

“You came,” they said and it came out breathlessly. Their eyes burnt.

“Just a matter of time.” The villain smiled. “I take a liking to being your knight in shining armour.”

Finally, the hero took the villain’s hand and let themselves be pulled up. The villain did it as if the hero weighed nothing and the hero (completely unprepared) bumped against them harshly. It made them hiss, their wounds tearing them apart. From within and from the outside.

“Easy there, sweetheart.” The villain straightened their posture and pulled the hero up with them. The fight was still going on but the hero allowed themselves to be somewhat hopeful. The villain didn’t only have allies, they had friends.

A fantastic spiderweb of connections and loyalty, it was something the hero would’ve never come up with, no matter the quality of their social skills. Among those were also relationships built on manipulation and dependence. It was clever, devilishly clever.

Once the hero had despised that sort of thing — tricking people and using them into being dependent on one but right now, despite all their moral values, they couldn’t be happier.

“You came,” the hero repeated. Their breath hadn’t slowed down and they were tired enough to rest their head against the villain’s shoulder.

“Couldn’t let my hero die.” Their grip on the hero’s clothes tightened as their eyes searched for any danger around them. There was danger, a lot of it, but for now, a protective circle of henchmen and allies had built around them. “It’s funny, you know. You always look so hot when blood is all over you.”

The hero cracked a smile.

“Oh, fuck off.”

The villain dodged an attack that got through the layers of defense, pushing the hero behind them in order to shield them. When their enemy was just another body on the ground, the hero clawed at the villain’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry I shot you,” they said. The villain’s arm slithered around their waist again and propped them up.

“Don’t worry. I know you’re horrible at flirting.”

#this is such a sweet ask—#writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

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life series smp winners playlists part 2

we're back! for those who don't know, i'm putting together songs that i think fit each of the life series winners, and they're either songs i've seen work really really well in animatics already or songs that would probably work really well, but are less popular or not associated with this fandom (yet)

i'll be linking+listing them here as well as providing little snippets of explanation for why i think the song fits, but i don't feel like making actual spotify playlists or smth, so if anyone else wants to do that, be my guest.

i still had trouble finding good songs for some of them (this one especially)- if anyone seeing this has a good idea that i missed, lmk and i'll update these posts (no promises tho)

pt 1 (3L!Grian)

pt 3 (DL!Pearl)

Last Life: Scott

Boss Bitch - Doja Cat: alright, kickin it off strong! picked this song for the gaslight gatekeep girlboss energy and little else

Yeah, ain't tryna be cool like you Wobblin' around in your high-heeled shoes I'm clumsy, made friends with the floor Two for one, you know a bitch buy four And two left feet, you know I always drop (this line because of this post and this post alone)

I'm a bitch, I'm a boss I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss (need i say more)

Said, I took it and I ran for it I won it then I stand on it (NEED I SAY MORE)

2. Two - Sleeping at Last: as i mentioned i had some trouble finding songs for scott since i dont watch his pov too often, so some of these are less exclusively last life and more just his character in general. that being said, i do feel like this still fits to an extent for LL!Scott

Sweetheart, you look a little tired When did you last eat? Come in and make yourself right at home Stay as long as you need (this is scott's total eldest sibling energy, always helping and trying to be friends before anything- ex: taking in cleo, being friendly to scar)

You know I'll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat (this applies more after last life, see: the many many many times he offers to sacrifice himself, but also the fact that he refuses to betray his friends as the boogeyman)

Like a force to be reckoned with A mighty ocean or a gentle kiss I will love you without any strings attached And what a privilege it is to love A great honour to hold you up (very representative of scott's trust and loyalty to his allies in every series, through both chaos and peace)

3. Constellations - The Oh Hellos: at first this one was only here for the star symbolism, but after listening to it a couple more times it does fit pretty well (also the oh hellos is very scottagecore)

'Cause like constellations a million years away Every good intention, every good intention Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array Looking for the faces Looking for the shapes in the silence (despite all his efforts to maintain alliances throughout the series, everything inevitably falls apart in the chaos of the finale)

Like constellations imploding in the night Everything is turning, everything is turning The shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light And everything you thought you knew Will fall apart, but you'll be all right (LL was really the only series in which they made a point to isolate the reds- in DL, there was always a pair, and alliances stayed solid despite name color in LimL and SL- but in LL, alliances could be torn apart so quickly, loyalties constantly changing which made it hard to trust others and that shows why scott's loyalty stood out)

4. How to Be a Heartbreaker - Marina and the Diamonds: this is another one that isn't exclusively LL, i just had to put one in abt scotts many ex's.

Rule number one is that you gotta have fun But, baby, when you're done, you gotta be the first to run Rule number two, just don't get attached to Somebody you could lose (i see these "rules" kind of as lessons learned from each season instead, like things he tells himself he'll do next time, but because of his loyal and caring nature, never can)

How to be a heartbreaker Boys they like the look of danger We'll get him falling for a stranger A player, singing I lo-lo-love you At least I think I do (really like i said, a play on the ex's)

5. The Garden - The Crane Wives: here it is, the obligatory crane wives song

Put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat Give me something pretty to wear beneath my blood-stained clothes (something abt this line is just very scott to me)

Lay me down Pour the dirt into our bed Tell the crows They can have their pound of flesh The ghosts at the window echo all our quiet prayers When they come for us, they'll come with hammers and nails My darling, the devil knows my name My name My name (this comes from the things i've seen about how the watchers hate scott, the watchers here symbolized as "the crows" and "the devil")

6. A Terrible Ride - Lizard Boy: this one is an animatic recommendation! here's the animatic -also i think this is applies to most of the winners very angst

I used to be calm But now this ticking bomb is gonna go off (the way he goes after ren for revenge after pearl's death)

I fought and fought hard And I could've died But I got scarred A terrible ride Ride This game was not fun I thought it was right Because I won Was it worth the fight? Fight? (WATCH THE ANIMATIC)

Written in the starss This could have been ours (what can i say, im a sucker for the star symbolism)

and that's all for scott! DL!pearl coming soon!

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SCHLIMAZEL [ IDOL! BTS OT7 X F! READER ] - 1 ✭

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summary: during the dead of the night, you come across a crime that leaves bitterness in your mouth, prompting you to act recklessly yet valiantly against it and the perpetrators. unfortunately, your escape could only last for so long before you're confronted, but coincidentally, seven particular men happened to drive by, and one of them refused to ignore such a horrific spectacle.

pairing: idol bts ot7 x female reader

warnings: mentions violence, minor blood, swearing, slight mentions of SA, slight mentions of body shaming, reverse anorexia, inconsiderate boyfriend.

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masterpost | prologue | chap 2

purple colored font, some aren't colored but they're italicized to still indicate they're speaking korean.

You shuffle your feet mindlessly while the queue at the cashier in front of you moves forward, drowning yourself in deep thought. It's only been a little more than a month since world-famous k-pop group BTS announced an indeterminate hiatus.

No one expected it; when the group hinted about a 'special announcement' in the months leading up to the reveal, everyone—referring to 'armys'—thought they were going to announce another world tour.

Perhaps to make up for the unavoidably canceled "Map of the Soul" tour back in late 2019. So, when you and the other hundreds of millions of armys heard and saw their hiatus announcement, you were all shaken to your core.

But, amazingly, when the group confirmed the fans their decision to take a break, it did not leave any animosity in the fans' hearts. They've done nothing but express their love, support, and unwavering loyalty to them, promising to wait for them for as long as they need to.

The only sourness they felt, including you, was the dreadful reality about how terrible their mental state was, all because they didn't want to disappoint any of you.

How they kept a brave face on, how they continued to shine in their light, and how they continued to give so much to their fans while giving so little to themselves. Giving little attention to truly caring for their physical and mental well-being in an attempt to please everyone.

That hurt. And none of you can blame them for it. You and the other armys already know how badly the music industry treats their artists, and undoubtedly your precious boys, therefore your anger was never directed at those seven men.

But you truly wished that, with their mental state deteriorating like that for so long (too long), they should have announced a break sooner and for as long as they needed to be completely refreshed and energized again.

And you believe that almost all armys would agree or have similar thoughts to yours right now, because knowing the fans, the true ones genuinely care for the boys.

You hope that your endless comments encouraging them to take care of themselves and 'take breaks if needed' buried under the hundreds of thousands of comments on their Weverse posts got through to them.

Because observing and listening to their anxieties and remarks about their feelings, particularly Namjoon's, shattered your heart. You could obviously see how vulnerable they felt at that time, even though some didn't appear to be showing it. After hearing their side of the story, you understood and supported their choice.

Not only that, but hearing Namjoon bravely speak about his difficulties and resolve to get better inspired you and made you admire him even more if that's possible.

Maybe I should do the same too? If they all can do it I can too, you thought.

Suddenly, a contradicting thought enters, making you pause in your headspace. Others are experiencing worse than me though, what do I have to complain about? But, why then does a part of me feel unhappy still?

And there it is again, the intrusive thoughts taking over your mind. You inwardly scold yourself, suck it up, y/n, you still have two parents and a boyfriend for god's sake— why do you need a break?

"—Ello! I said next person please!" A voice called out ahead of you, jolting you out of your trance. Your head shot up as you noticed the cashier staring at you with irritation on his face.

"O-oh! I'm sorry, I was just— never mind..." You rushed up to the counter with your selected sweet late-night snacks, given it was already twelve in the morning and pitch black outside.

The worker exhales impatiently as he collects the first two items, making you feel worse for not paying attention. You want to apologize again, but your borderline anti-social self prevents you from doing so. So you simply focused on his hands scanning your things.

"You're getting a lot for someone your size." He says randomly, causing you to look up.

"Hmm? What did you say?"

With a blunt gaze, he returns eye contact. "I said, you're purchasing a lot of these for your size. Are you going to eat these all?"

You scrunch your brows. "Yes, I am. Is there a problem with that?"

He shrugs. "No problem, but I guess looking at your figure again— it seems like you need it anyway."

The lines in between your brows deepen, and a slight frown forms on your face. "Excuse m—"

"It's just no guy will like a skinny girl like you. Eat more, bones." The corner of his lips twitched in cockiness.

You bit your lip, trying to contain your outburst toward this ugly ass prick in front of you. But you're struggling to do so- how dare he makes a comment about your appearance. The audacity this little boy in a man's body has.

You then clenched your jaw. "Last I check your job is to scan items and exchange money with the customers, not make judgemental comments to them. So unless you want to keep this pathetic barely eleven-an-hour job, you better keep your comments to yourself and start telling me how much I need to pay."

He looks at you, a little surprised, and before he can answer, you speak again. "Or are you that slow that I need to do your basic math job for you as well?"

He glances flusteredly at the cash register for the complete amount, then back at you, but he struggles to tell you the total amount. You scoff and roll your eyes as you pull out a twenty-dollar bill, flinging it at him.

"Keep the change— it's two dollars and seventy-five exactly." You remark as you carry your goods in a separate reusable bag out of the store, enjoying the baffled expression on that man's face.

You stroll down the sidewalk, gradually distancing yourself from the store. Bones. You're rather too familiar with such phrases.

You're too skinny, you need to eat more.

You seriously can't be healthy looking like that.

Are you eating at all?

But you are eating, not consistently at times, you admit, but you're eating enough. Right? You thought you were trying your best in gaining weight, eating, and weightlifting... Was the last few weeks not enough? Why is it so hard just to achieve a few more pounds?

I thought I gained a couple more pounds a few days ago. You sigh as you take your headphones from your jacket pocket and plug them into your phone.

You start playing your music on your phone, then returning your phone back to your back pocket. Shops and eateries passed you by along the way, until your eyes spot a lighted coffee shop sign, signaling that it's open. Maybe I should get something to drink too.

You entered the café, briefly scanning the small establishment before joining the line and reading their menu of various coffees and teas. When it was your turn, you pulled out one of your earbuds, ready to give the worker your order.

"Hello, what would you like to order today?"

Your eyes stayed on the menu, that one has the most calories, let's go with that. "Um, can I get an iced white mocha latte without whipped cream, please?"

The worker nods with a polite smile. "Of course, what size would you like?"

"Medium."

"Alright, that'll be four twenty." She said, then you handed the exact amount.

Your order was done minutes later, and another worker called out. "A white mocha latte, for Y/N!"

You rushed up to get your drink, murmuring a "thank you" as you pivot around to the door. You noticed sets of tables and chairs belonging to the café as soon as you exited, so you decided to enjoy your ice latte in the quiet night alone.

You sat on the opposite chair after placing your reusable bag on the seat next to you. As you took a sip from your cup, you looked out into the peaceful darkness of the night. Wow, the stars are beautiful.

Many more minutes passed, and you were almost finished with your latte. But, as with all things that seem too good to be true, it inevitably comes to an abrupt end. And that was a startling distant but heard a noise somewhere nearby, disrupting the blissful silent atmosphere.

You swivel your head, a puzzled expression on your face, to attempt to locate the source of it. You rose up from your chair, took the last few sips of your iced white mocha coffee, and tossed it into the trashcan next to you. You disconnect your earbuds and stow them in your pocket before proceeding to the sounds you heard.

You started to recognize the noises as you got closer to the location. As you drew nearer, pained groans, grunting, and whimpering began filling your ears. Before you knew it, you were turning around a corner, peering into a narrow alleyway.

And your eyes witnessed an incredibly disturbing scene, which you wish never happens to anyone. A group of four guys encircled a smaller figure, which was easily identified as a young girl. One was pinning her against the wall, while the other was literally on top of her, skin to skin, with no space between them. And the rest of them just stood there and laughed at her reaction.

You felt sickened and certainly enraged at these vile men. But, more significantly, you can't help but grieve for the girl. And you made up your decision right then and there about what you were going to do. Was it a dangerous and risky one, given that you're the same size as that girl and just a girl in general? Yeah. But was it going to spare that girl from further torment? Yes, and that was all the reason you needed to act.

You quickly notified the authorities, providing them with the specific location of where to find the girl and where to apprehend the suspects you're about to lure out. It took some persuasion to convince the dispatcher, who was hesitant, to believe you, but they did, and you assured them you'd have proof for the mens' arrest.

As soon as the call finished, you opened the camera app and started filming the scene in front of you. You made sure the camera had a clear view of each of the guys' faces, and you shouted once you obtained enough evidence. "Hey! Get off her you assholes!"

They all paused and gazed up at you, your furious glare never faltering. "I've called the cops, and I have sufficient proof to arrest all of you!"

And their expression changed instantaneously, turning angry as well. You scoffed at their reaction; they're the ones upset? "That's right— there's no use in running, so leave her alone!"

The four guys remained quiet, momentarily glancing at each other before uttering the words you'd been dreading yet anticipated. "Go after her!"

You clutched your bag firmly and took off at full speed before they could finish their sentence. You sped along the sidewalk, with multiple racing footsteps trailing behind. Your heart thudded loudly against your chest, and you can feel blood rush to your ears as the adrenaline coursed through your body.

You made a couple of alternative turns, traveling a longer route to the spot where you plotted to arrest the men in the end, giving the cops a bit more time to arrive.

You even hurled everything and anything you could find on the path to slow or stop them for a moment, allowing you a bit more energy to continue. But, thankfully, you reached the small vicinity of the specific location you gave to the authorities.

Just as you were about to come to a stop and turn to confront them, a stone-hard object hit your lower back, causing you to hiss in pain and tumble forward. You grip the back side of your ribcage, your bag sprawled on the ground beside you, and your snacks spilled. "Well, that's going to bruise."

You turn your head to see the thing that was hurled at you. And your eyes widened slightly, indeed it was a rock that hit you. Holy hell...

You try to stand up but struggle since the bruise that is now forming hurts like a bitch. You begin to perspire as you realize they are already approaching you menacingly.

You rotate your injured body around to face the four men. "You are all fucking crazy. Screw you all."

One of them smirks wickedly. "Hm, maybe after we get that evidence from you."

The shortest one crouches himself to your level. "Not so smart for a lone small girl to run in such a secluded place like this."

"You can scream, but no one will hear or come to help you." He gets uncomfortably close to your face, causing you to curl in distaste.

You spat in his face and headbutt his nose, followed by a loud cracking noise that drives him to cry out in pain while holding his nose. "The fucking bitch broke my nose!"

You grin smugly at them. "I will never give it up."

The tallest, with a nose stud, grabs your collar roughly. "Then we'd be delighted to beat it out of you." And your body filled with faint fear, but you tried to disguise it, knowing they'd simply enjoy it more. ‎ ‎ ‎

tw: mentions of violence and minor blood

Then you're abruptly pulled up and kicked hard in the gut by someone's knee, followed by a strong punch across your jaw. You dropped on all fours on the ground, coughing violently and feeling slightly dizzy.

You can hear them chuckle at the sight of you, which irritates you further. I still need to stall them, get them angry enough that they wouldn't notice anyone else approaching us, you schemed.

You blink repeatedly to lessen your dizziness for a brief while before continuing with your plan. "You know what, now that I think about it, I actually got a quick view— and man, do you have a small dick, no doubt a woman wouldn't enjoy that."

"Who's one was it again?" You turn your head to look at them as they all pause to stare at you, making you chuckle. "Never mind, it makes sense that all of you have tiny dic—"

You were kicked in the stomach again before you could finish your sentence. "Shut up!"

Your body jerks backward, causing you to land on your back, and despite your pain, you begin to laugh, confusing the four men. "Why are you laughing? You crazy bitch."

You cough as blood stains your lips scarcely. "It's just— my mom can hit harder than you."

And right then and there, you've achieved your reckless goal. Their expressions said it all; they were enraged by your remark and could no longer tolerate it.

It's like you can see the steam coming out of their ears despite the low light surrounding you and their eyes visibly darken if that was even possible.

As if you couldn't get enough, you kept going. "Or maybe I shouldn't have used 'mom,' since it must be a touchy subject for you."

"I bet you felt powerful when you were violating that poor girl because mommy didn't give you enough attention when you were little. How pitiful of you."

At this point, you're questioning if you're plain crazy or if you don't even value your life by saying that. But your absurd idea succeeded either way; you obviously struck a nerve with your careless words, and you were undoubtedly certain they only saw red from here on out. That made you silently gulp, waiting for what was to come from them, and you just hoped that the cops would arrive soon because if they didn't, you'd either be unable to walk or beaten to death.

You silently take a deep breath, bracing yourself for the massive amount of pain that was about to overtake you. And seconds later, the repeated blows from their feet slammed against you, and you instinctively raised your hands to your head, shielding it.

For the next long minute, you did a decent job suppressing your cries to a minimum, until you felt the most excruciating strike across your spine, forcing you to burst out loudly but briefly from your sobs. Even still, these despicable men never stopped, rather encouraging them to continue.

tw ended

Meanwhile, in the distance, a black Audi SUV drives slowly along the same ostensibly desert street, carrying seven exceptionally attractive men.

"See, I told you not to put Namjoon-hyung in charge of directions!" A certain lip-pierced man complains. "Now, we're lost!"

"No, I was only following directions from Google Maps! And it told me that we needed to turn left! I apologize for trying to take a quicker way back to the house!" Namjoon retorts defensively from the passenger seat.

"For the last three nights we've always followed the same route—no back roads—and I'm pretty sure we've made it home just fine." Sighs the second-oldest.

He pinches his nose bridge. "Everyone knows that taking back roads as a shortcut is a red flag."

"Exactly! Thank you Yoongi hyung." The same pierced-lip man huffs.

"Alright, let's calm down- it's not the end of the world. We can still find our way back."

"And how do you suppose we do that, Hobi-hyung? We're traveling down an empty street with barely any lights, and all of our phones have lost service." A man with pink plump lips anxiously questioned the older.

Hobi's lips thinned; to be honest, he didn't know how to answer that, but what he did know is that he didn't want his best friends arguing over the matter. Especially since this was meant to be their vacation together, away from hectic schedules and drama.

"For the time being, we'll simply keep going down the road slowly until either of us gets service or we find another promising road that will get us out of here." The driver, the eldest of them all, proposed, relieving Hobi of the pressure.

He casts a glance at each of them. "But he's right though. Although we're lost at the moment, we will eventually find our way back and we'll all be okay."

"I agree with Jin hyung." Namjoon spoke up. "Let's not turn this into a fight, we're supposed to enjoy our time together. But right now, given the situation and how late it is, let's stay attentive."

For a moment, everyone remained silent, their gaze fixed on their leader until they all nodded in accord.

For the next few minutes of silence, Jin drives down the dark, deserted street, while the others keep their attention out the window for any sign of exit from the secluded location.

After a little while, one of the members starts to become a bit impatient, desiring to get out sooner, he leans forward with a slight pout on his cat-like-looking face. "Hyung, can you drive a little faster, it's not like it's raining or something."

Jin sighs. "Fine, but I can't go too fast, I don't want us to miss an exit out of here."

Jin proceeds to press his foot heavier on the gas pedal, making the car accelerate gradually. The car moved faster and thankfully, as they passed along, more and more light posts appeared, relieving some anxiety off the seven men.

With the maknae line in the second row of the car, Jimin seated at the left window, looking out at the endless amount of trees, Taehyung, that sat in the middle whose gaze fixed on the road ahead, and finally, Jungkook seated on the right window, looking at the empty sidewalk until a group of men ganging on a petite figure who's curled on the ground suddenly caught his attention.

His eyes widen at the scene. "Hyung, stop the car!"

Everyone jumps at the maknae's abrupt outburst, including Jin who slams on the break out of fright. Jungkook quickly unbuckles his seatbelt as the rest looks at him with a mixture of confusion and fear. But he ignores their stares and swiftly rushes out of the car, shutting the door before his older members could call out to him.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" He yells, as he speedily approaches the men, roughly shoving the closest guy to you away.

He didn't waste another second to check on your beaten figure. "Are you okay?!"

You painfully open your eyes, your sight blurry, and your hearing cloudy but you were able to make out a piece of what the unknown man had said to you. You let out a shaky breath and nod weakly at him, you mentally thank him and made a mental note to thank him verbally when you have the chance— given the predicament you're in right now...

"YA! Jungkook-ah! What do you think you're doing?!" Jin yells as he rushes up to you and the other six.

"They were beating her up! I saw it!" Jungkook responds by tenderly placing you on his lap. "Look at her!"

The remaining six sets of eyes followed your miserable figure before turning to the four men who had been looming over you earlier. Despite the dim lighting, they could easily see the horrible bruises that were forming all over you and the blood that had stained your lips. When it clicks in their heads, all they can think about is disgust and rage. How on earth can human beings be so cruel?

One of the four barbaric men who lingered in front of you and Jungkook suddenly approached. "Who do you think you are?! Get out of our way, this isn't your business!"

"That slut deserves every shit she gets."

Quickly intervening, Namjoon pushes the nose-studded man's shoulder back. "I don't think so. When four men overpower and beat on another person, anyone with human decency would make it their business."

He chuckles mockingly, then attempts to measure Namjoon. "And what are you going to do about it?"

"Don't. Don't try it." Namjoon clenched his jaw as Jungkook threw the deadliest glare at the group of disgusting men. Jimin and Yoongi surround their leader on each side of him.

Though Jimin is not the biggest of the two groups, he excels in physical defense due to his proficiency in three different martial arts, training to use bare hands with lethal precision, and a weapon designed to kill someone with a single strike. Similarly, Yoongi, while he may not have professional fighting credentials like Jimin, Jungkook, and Jin, you can bet that when the situation calls for him to protect his loved ones, he can indeed be frighteningly convincing and intimidating when confronted by him.

No one from either side stepped down from their trading glares and silent combat, and no one noticed the three police cars pulling to the scene until they got out of their vehicles. "Police! Put your hands up where we can see them!"

The cops all pointed their nonlethal firearms at them. Bangtan followed the orders, but the four men immediately fled. "Go! That bitch snitched!"

Four cops quickly pursued them. "Hey! Get back here!"

The seven men were approached by the two remaining officers. "Please state your name and the reason you're here."

"My name is Namjoon Kim, we're visiting from Korea. My friends and I got lost on this route while trying to find our way back to our accommodation when my youngest friend—" Namjoon makes an eye-directed gesture at Jungkook. "I caught those men beating on the girl."

"We intervened… I'm assuming she called you about those men."

The two cops exchanged glances, nodded, and then lowered their stun guns. "You can relax now. Yes, we did receive a call from her."

"Thank you for stepping in. We'll take over from here." The officer said as the remainder of the crew, including the four assailants, rejoined them.

"Put them in the back." The same officer orders partners and they comply with nods.

He then turns back to address Namjoon. "You said you were lost; do you need help getting out of here?"

"Uh-" Namjoon was ready to respond when Jungkook interrupts. "Hyung."

The rapper glances down at his dongsaeng, understanding what Jungkook is expressing. "I think we're more worried about giving that girl medical attention."

"Is an ambulance on its way?" He inquired.

The officer shook his head. "No, she asked that no ambulance be dispatched to the location."

Namjoon frowns slightly. Isn't it standard procedure to notify an ambulance to the scene?

"We'll take her to a clinic or something, Joon-ah. We can't afford to wait for an ambulance." Jin abruptly spoke out.

Namjoon hums and returns his attention to the officer. "Is there a hospital nearby where we can take her?"

For a brief moment, the elder man ponders. "Ah, yes, there's one ten minutes from here. Would you like the name and address for it?"

"Yes, please." The policeman then walks to his vehicle, probably to write it down.

Meanwhile, Jin crouches next to Jungkook, who is still holding the girl. He studies your body for any injuries he may have overlooked till a soft groan leaves your lips.

They're all staring at you now, as your eyelids flutter open. "Ya, are you okay?"

Jin then pauses, wait, we're in America, speak English you pabo, he scolds himself. However, you spoke before he could ask the same question in English. "T-thank you, I'll be okay."

You could speak Korean so well because you spent endless hours watching k-dramas and listening to BTS songs. Plus, you've always thought the language was beautiful, so you may or may not have paid for language courses…

The band is taken aback and rendered speechless. The officer comes back to Namjoon with a piece of paper in his hand. "This is the hospital's address."

The leader graciously smiles. "Thank you, sir."

"That's no problem. Drive safely, and thank you once more for your help. Have a good night."

The seven members of the group nodded their heads in accord while donning modest smiles, and the police cars began to drive away. Even though you had only just awoken from your short unconsciousness, you heard the police mention the hospital to whoever was with you. This causes you to panic since you do not want to go to a hospital.

You're nineteen, but you still live with your parents and are covered by their medical insurance, so they'll be the first to know about your presence there. And you don't want that, especially since they're on vacation out of the country right now.

"No, don't take me there. No hospital." You say to the stranger or strangers, rather, that's with you since your head is still foggy.

"Why-? You need help." Jungkook glances down at you, concerned.

You shook your head, groggily. "N-no hospital, please…"

"I know a clinic nearby; I'll guide you there." You tell them. "P-please…"

Jin sighs quietly, turning to make eye contact with Namjoon as if they're having a telepathic conversation. "Okay, then we won't take you there. Help her back to the car, Jungkook."

Suddenly, Namjoon felt a hand on his shoulder. He pivots to meet the second-oldest member's gaze. "You sure about this Joon-ah?"

"What are we supposed to do? We can't just leave her here." Namjoon answers with a sympathetic expression on his face.

"I know…" The elder mutters before the two of them follow the others back to the car.

Jungkook takes your frail body to the vehicle as Taehyung rushes ahead of you to open the door for a comfortable entry.

"Easy, easy, easy…" Taehyung murmurs as he assists Jungkook in gently and properly positioning you, laying your body across the two youngest members' laps.

Your legs on Taehyung's lap, and your head in Jungkook's. Jin starts the engine shortly after the rest of the group enters the car. He looks at your form in the rearview mirror. "Excuse me, where do I go from here?"

Jungkook glances at you, pushing stray hairs from your face. "Um, ya… Can you direct Jin-hyung so you can get treated soon?"

You shift around in his lap a bit, letting out a heavy breath and nodding faintly. "Y-you have to take the f-first right turn… And after that, the s-second left turn. It'll lead you back to the main road…"

Jin nods, mentally repeating and memorizing your instructions. He then continues along the road, following your guide, and they soon arrive at the well-lit streets of the bustling road, crowded with passing vehicles.

And the seven men let out a breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding. You were able to sit up a little when the car reached the streets, evoking a worried reaction from Jungkook. "Don't get up too quickly-!"

Your lips curled slightly upward. "Don't worry, I'll manage until we get there."

"So, where do I go now?" Asked Jin.

"Continue straight and turn right at the next stop light… Then, continuing straight, you'll notice the clinic building on your left. You won't miss it." You explained.

"Okay. You can rest now." Jin responds.

"T-thank you." You said as you fell back onto Jungkook's stranger's lap.

Jin eventually arrives at the medical clinic a few minutes later. You were right, the brightly lit vacant parking lot with the red cross sign displaying the enormous bold letters "Urgent Care Center" was difficult to miss.

Everyone exits the vehicle, with you once again in Jungkook's arms, being brought inside. You spoke out while your eyes were closed. "Ask for Charlene Reigns."

"Hyung! She said to ask for someone." Jungkook called out to Namjoon.

Namjoon rushes up to you. "What's their name?"

"Doctor Charlene Reigns."

Namjoon turns, grabbing the attention of a passing nurse. "Hi, my um… Someone here is hurt, and we need a doctor, her name is Doctor Charlene Reigns."

The female nurse kindly nods, catching a glimpse of you. "Okay, no problem, let's put her in a room for the time being. I'll fetch her a wheelchair."

"Thank you," Namjoon responds.

Within a few moments, the same nurse returns with the wheelchair. Jungkook then quickly and gently placed you in the wheelchair, and the nurse escorted you all to a private room.

"Here we are—" She then lowers herself to your level. "Hello, ma'am, can you hear me?"

You flick your eyes at her. "Yes��"

"Do you think you're able to put yourself on to the bed next to you?" She politely inquires.

You nodded silently as you clutched the wheelchair handles on either side and lifted yourself up as best you could, with Jungkook and Taehyung slightly behind you, their hands stretched before them in case you fell backward.

You then sat down on the medical fowler bed. You raise your head, preparing for the next set of instructions from the nurse, when you realize who the strangers have been with you the entire time.

Your face was flushed with surprise and recognition as your eyes expanded at the sight of them. This absolutely could not be happening right now, you mentally screamed to yourself.

But you stayed mute about the realization; you may not be in the best state of mind to say anything right now, but you know you won't reveal anything about this current interaction with them to anybody other than your close friend, whom you conveniently requested in this clinic.

You have immense respect for them as a fan, and you know better than to disrupt and invade their privacy during what may be their vacation time away from their tedious work.

"All right, now that you're settled in, I'll ask you some basic questions, and Doctor Reigns will be with you shortly."

"Is that okay?" The woman asks of you.

"Yes, that's okay."

"Okay, to get started, what's your name, sweetheart?"

"Y/N L/N." You answered.

"Date of birth?"

"Y/BD, 2004." [ your/birthday ]

The lady hums as she jots down your details on the clipboard-attached paper. "Are you comfortable telling me what brought you in tonight?"

When you divert your gaze toward them, the band notices a hint of reluctance in your eyes. But Namjoon sends you a reassuring gaze. "W-well, I-I was helping this girl… These men forced themselves on her, and I became furious and called the cops after recording enough evidence against them."

"They chased after me, and I led them to the location where I had notified the cops so that they could arrest them since I knew it would take them a long to reach the exact location where I had caught them."

"I made it to the exact location, but they got to me… and I guess you can easily figure out how it went on from there." You chuckle, gesturing to yourself.

The nurse listens closely to your story, giving you a sympathetic look as you explain. "Well, first of all, let me say that I commend your brave actions."

Your lips twitch into a tiny smile. "It was the right thing to do. Nobody should have to go through that."

"Right… Second, I'm glad to hear you're okay. May I know the extent of your injuries?"

"Um, I'm quite sure I have a bad bruise somewhere on my lower back since they threw a rock at me."

The expressions on the members' faces say it all: they were not expecting that. It is appalling for someone to use such extreme measures to silence someone for doing morally. As if they had not already been enough angered by those men earlier.

"I'm sorry- did you say a-a rock?" Your remark stuns the nurse.

You rub your neck sheepishly. "Heh, yeah… I guess so."

"Al-Alright, anything else?" She questions.

"They were kicking me, so I think it's safe to say that I received several bruises and coughed up some blood."

She nods in understanding, noting your conditions. "And how terrible is the pain on a scale of one to 10, with ten being the worst?"

"And be completely honest."

You look away bashfully. "An eight…"

She hums as she finishes writing down your comments. "Well, based on your descriptions, you might need an x-ray simply to make sure you didn't sustain any internal bruises or fractures."

"However, Doctor Reigns will do a more complete examination of your injuries and give you the necessary treatment. I'll deliver her these, and she'll be in here soon." She informs you, to which you nod, and then she departs the room, leaving you with the world's biggest boy band.

The air seems awkward now that you've noticed the individuals accompanying you. This isn't how you envisioned meeting the people you truly admire in the world. And certainly not the impression you want to project in front of them.

You gaze at them hesitantly, clearing your throat. "H-Hi…"

Jimin's face softened first, displaying his eye smile. "Hello, I'm relieved you're fully conscious now."

"I-I'm thankful as well…" You utter. "B-but, um, I'm sorry, I know you guys weren't planning on saving a random girl from being beaten up and taken to a clinic…"

The oldest member shakes his head. "Don't apologize, like a good person once said, it was the right thing to do."

Your expression brightens and the rest softly smiles at that.

"But what the nurse said was correct; what you did was really brave and must have taken a lot of courage." Jin said.

"I'm just glad I was able to intervene before things got far worse. I can't imagine how that girl must feel right now." Your face drops into a melancholy look.

"I agree. And I can't image how much pain you must be feeling right now." Jin casts an empathic stare your way.

You shrug. "I'll be alright. Again, I apologize for disrupting your vacation plans."

"Seriously, don't apologize, it's not your fault." Namjoon tells you this time.

Your shoulders slump, finally giving in and accepting it. "Okay…"

"You know who we are, don't you?" He questions.

You nod honestly; there's no way you could lie to them about it. "Of course and I know you guys are on hiatus right now."

"So I promise not to bother you guys again once this is over. I truly want you to enjoy your time away from the drama." You tell them truthfully. "And I honestly won't tell anyone of this encounter at all."

"The only person who'll know is my friend."

"Your friend…? Is that the doctor you requested?" The man with the slender frame, that you recognize is Hoseok asks.

"Yeah, I go here if I have an accident. And because it is a clinic, no contacts will be called, and the services are paid upfront, so you will not have to worry about the bill later." You explain to them.

"Ah... Is that why you were avoiding the hospital?" Namjoon quirks a brow. "Did you not want your parents to know?"

"Yeah... I don't want to ruin their couple's vacation out of the country." You reply.

He chuckles. "Oh, what a thoughtful little rascal you are..."

You smirk at that. "Am I?"

"Well, I learned from the best…" You then flash a wry smirk.

"Oh really? And who might that be?" Namjoon follows suit.

You lean in closer, one hand cupping your mouth as you whisper. "My bias..."

Jimin, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jungkook all giggle at your response. While Jin and Yoongi smirks amusingly, Namjoon raises his eyebrows with playfulness.

"So, who is your bias?" Jungkook questions, a smile on his face.

You hum, appearing to be thinking. "Hmm, guess…"

You laugh as you see Jungkook's face fall in betrayal. Then he pouts. "That's not fair-! I carried you, you know."

You're shocked, and the warmth spreads across your cheeks. Did he just say he carried you? Can this get any more embarrassing? You hoped you weren't too hefty for him. But wait, you were carried by THE Jeon Jungkook…

That's it, you might just pass out again and die. And you sort of wish you did right now because the humiliation is killing you.

"Oh, you did that?" You stuttered.

Taehyung punches Jungkook on the shoulder, causing him to whine. "Good job, Jk, you just made the girl awkward now."

Jungkook seemed perplexed for a moment before turning to face you. "Eh? Oh, I'm so sorry! But don't worry, I did it because I wanted to…"

Your eyes widened. HE WANTED TO?? I can die peacefully now, you thought.

"Ya, Jungkook!" Jin scolds jokingly.

The maknae is frantically waving his hands as he panickedly stares at you. "S-sorry-!"

He was about to apologize again when the door swung open, revealing your best friend wearing light blue scrubs under a white coat, a stethoscope around her neck, white surgical latex gloves, and the same clipboard as the nurse earlier in her hand.

As she steps in and approaches you, her expression is a mix of worry and anger. "You crazy girl!"

"Charlene! How are you doing, my dear friend?" You smiled at her, hoping to avoid another lecture from her.

She puts her hands on her hips. "Oh, I don't know, how do you think someone would feel knowing their close friend was violently beaten up tonight?"

"A bit concerned?"

She scowls at you. "I am more than a little concerned, young lady!"

"I told you to stay out of trouble!" She nags you, leading you to moan. To be honest, getting lectured by Charlene is better than having a talk with your parents if you go to the hospital.

"Technically I didn't cause the trouble! You know I wouldn't walk away from it!" You argued.

"You're lucky these wonderful and very attractive men arrived just in time, because who knows what may have happened if they hadn't!" As she continues, the furrow between her brows deepens.

"Okay, I get it, Char, I'll be careful next time, I promise." You surrendered.

She narrows her eyes at you. "That's what you told me the last two times."

The last two times?! What on earth did you do to end up in this place the past two times? Bangtan continues to be stunned by the girl that you are. Is it bravery, courage, or simply recklessness?

"There better be no next time Y/N. Do you hear me?" She demands of you.

"Yes, no next time…" You sigh.

"Good. Now- I know you mentioned the pain is really bad, but I'm going to have to scan you for an x-ray to be sure you're not bruising internally or have any fractures." She mentions.

"Do you mind helping her into the wheelchair again, I have to bring her out for a few minutes." Charlene looks at the band until Jungkook steps forward.

But you lift a palm, stopping him. "It's okay, I can get into the chair by myself. You've done enough, thank you."

"Are you sure, Y/N?" Asked your best friend.

You scoff at her in jest. "I'm not a baby."

"Well, in my eyes, you're still the same fourteen-year-old girl I met the first time." She snorts, causing you to whine.

"Shut up, Charlene-!" The seven men broke out giggling at your reply, worsening the scorching sensation in your cheeks.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop." She chuckles as she wheeled you out of the room.

When you return to your room, you once again, climb back onto the bed, waiting for Charlene to tell you the results.

She exhales, looking over the scans. "You're lucky. No internal bleeding, bruises, or fractures."

"However, considering the extent of the bruises on your back and abdomen, it may take several weeks for them to heal fully. The best thing I can do for you is to offer you some pain medication and advise you to limit your physical movements." She tells you.

"Understood doc." You smile, then glance at the band. "See, I'll be okay."

They all lip-smile at your comment.

"I'll also give you some fever medication as well, in case you get one. It doesn't always happen but it's common." She adds.

"Okay, thanks again, Charlene."

"Well, that's the good news..."

And your cheerful demeanor quickly fades. "What do you mean? What's the bad news?"

She sends a solemn expression. "The clinic changed its policy here."

"What? I-I don't get it…" Your face twists in confusion.

"Y/N… We've lately seen a rise in the number of teenagers and young adolescents visiting the clinic simply to avoid having to call their parents. Essentially, the reason you've come here…" She elaborates. "The problem is, you know, this clinic only treats non-life threatening injuries—but these kids have been coming in with these accidents, and it's getting out of hand."

"So, the medic board ruled that they'll raise the cost when you pay upfront, or if you don't want to, the only option is to use your medical insurance you know, by law, we'll have to call the first people on your emergency contacts."

As you begin to comprehend the news, you find yourself speechless. "And how much do I need to pay now?"

"Because you needed an x-ray, it adds to the service… But, your medical insurance will cover it, so you'll just have to pay around six hundred dollars." She answers.

Even though your medical insurance allows you to pay a fixed sum, hearing that estimate causes your throat to clog. "And how much would I have to pay without the use of medical insurance…?"

Charlene is silent for a few seconds, but you're dreading her response. "Thirteen hundred."

You feel sick. Thirteen hundred? You'll have to pay thirteen hundred upfront. You honestly felt like throwing up right now.

"I-I don't have that kind of money, Char…" You breathe.

"I know…" She stares at you with sadness in her eyes.

"D-does the clinic offer installments?"

Your best friend bites her lip. "I don't know, I'd have to ask the head nurse."

"But Y/N, with installments, you'll be looking at two years every month to pay it off. Are you sure you want that?"

"What choice do I have Char?" You say defeated.

"You shouldn't have to pay this much for such a minor service; I think you should use your medical insurance." She advises, her face troubled.

You shook your head. "I'm NOT doing that. Like you said, you know my reasons, especially now."

"I'll pay the bill in installments, even if it means skipping out on lunch and breakfast for several months." You insist.

Charlene's shoulders dropped, knowing she couldn't argue with you any longer. You're a stubborn girl, far too stubborn at times actually, whether it's for the good of others or an insane spontaneous idea you come up with in your crazy head. And once you've made up your mind on anything, it's nearly useless to try to change your mind.

"Please, Char…" You begged.

With a sigh, she nods in defeat. "Okay, I'll be back and let you know what they say."

"Thank you." You say before she leaves the room again.

You let out a tense sigh and then looked up, noticing the seven members' concerned expressions. You were going to ask why, when it hit you…

"You all understand English, don't you…?" And they all affirmed by nodding. Of course, they do Y/N, you're an idiot.

"You know, we could pay it for you…" The man with deep dimples proposes to you.

"Absolutely not. Don't waste your money on me- especially not on a girl you just met an hour ago." Indecorously, you say.

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. It's only money, and it comes and goes." Jin reassures you.

You remain defiant. "But you don't know me. If you think I'd let you pay for my blunder, you're insane."

"And you'd be insane if we let you suffer for something you shouldn't have to!" Jimin frowns at you. He was extremely saddened when he heard you say you were willing to starve yourself only to pay a debt.

"You're struggling and that's okay. But you won't be struggling alone; you have people who care, even if we don't know who you are." Jungkook tries to convince you.

"What if I betray you?" You voice your concerns.

"Will you, though?" Jungkook tilts his head.

You reply swiftly, meeting his eyes. "I could never do that. I would hate myself for it, honestly."

Jungkook smirks. "That's touching, but don't hate yourself."

The men seemed to be about to say something more when the door opened again, only to discover your boyfriend entering the room instead of Charlene. This immediately bewilders the group; seeing an unfamiliar man suddenly enter your room triggers their protective mode, especially considering what happened earlier.

Namjoon, who is closest to the door, stops your boyfriend with a stern expression. "Who are you?"

Your boyfriend comes to a halt, his expression contorted in hostility. "I think the real question is, who are you?"

You perk up in your bed in a panic, realizing the issue may potentially worsen, but Jungkook catches your movement and quickly shields you behind him.

"No, it's okay guys! I know him!" You instantly stepped in.

The band members all glanced at you, waiting for your explanation as you returned their look meekly. "H-my he's my boyfriend."

Jungkook's eyes widened, and he moved away from you, leaving you cold.

Namjoon receives a smug look from your boyfriend as he reluctantly gets out of his path. Timothee then resumes his approach to you.

"Babe, what the hell? Who are these guys?" He immediately interrogates you.

And up until now, the person who had been silently observing had let out a scoff, but none of you seemed to hear it since no one looked at Yoongi.

He's in disbelift by your boyfriend's initial words. No, are you okay? what happened? None of the above? What an asshole, he thinks to himself. Yoongi already dislikes him.

"They're…." You gave them a brief glance before returning your gaze to him. "They came to my help when I was attacked while attempting to save a little girl."

"Why didn't you call me?" He scrunches his brows.

You tilt your head in confusion. "I couldn't because… I phoned the police prior to getting attacked so they could arrest the attackers."

"And after? Before you got here?"

Yoongi's jaw clenches; what the heck is up with him?

"I-I'm not sure, my brain was cloudy even before I arrived here." You explain to him, thinking he would understand. You're utterly humiliated right now; this conversation between you and your boyfriend is ludicrous, and it doesn't help that the other seven guys in the room are well aware of what's going on but aren't saying anything about it.

"Come on, you're supposed to be my girlfriend; I should be the first to hear about this." Timothee patronizes you.

You simply nodded and averted your sight. "I know, I'm sorry…"

You've concluded that attempting to reason with him is pointless since it would just result in an explosive fight, as you've learned the past two times, and you don't want Bangtan to witness any of it.

However, unknown to you, they are already detecting all of the red flags between the two of you, which further adds to their concern for you. It truly hurts them to watch you so easily surrender to him; he never once asked about your condition.

"Why did you come here in any way?" He switches the subject.

"Well, I knew that if I went to the hospital, my parents would be contacted straight away, and I didn't want that because they're on vacation." You responded.

His expression brightens. "Oh-? Your parents aren't home then? You're by yourself?"

They boys did not appreciate what he was implying at all. If anything, it made them feel sick.

"Yeah… But why?" You asked.

He shrugged as he neared your bed. "Scooch over—" You shift slightly to the opposite side to make way for him to sit on your bed. "Well, the other day I got into a fight with my mom, and she kicked me out."

"Timothee, what-? Again?"

He nods. "Yep, and since you mentioned you're parents aren't home, maybe I can stay over in the meantime. Do you know how long more until they come back?"

"They come home next week." You reply.

"See, that's perfect, it works out!" He smiles at you.

"Why don't try makeup with your mom though?" You suggest.

He only groans. "Babe, whose side are you on?"

His remark stuns you. "Of course, yours, but isn't your relationship with your family, especially your parents, important?" You try to console him.

He sighs grumpily. "Look, I don't want to talk about it, can you just drop it?"

And you take it as your sign to stop talking about it since you don't want to upset him any further. And you truly hope that the others don't notice your tenseness and dismiss it as another silly couple's fight.

Oh, but it's actually just the contrary; despite seeming to be distracted by their phones and pretending not to be listening in and being silent, they are not stupid. The way your 'boyfriend' talks to you and how you reply tells them that this is more than just a 'couple's argument.

"So, how come you're waiting here? Are you being discharged soon?"

You nod. "I'm waiting for Charlene to tell me if I can pay the bill in installments, and then I'll go."

He hums in acknowledgment. "Speaking of money, I'm running short on gas and just have a couple dollars on me right now. Do you have any twenty-dollar bills I might borrow, babe?"

They truly cannot believe what is coming out of that man's mouth. It's so shocking that their ears pricked up slightly the instant it was spoken. He's really asking that from you at this time?

You blink in surprise, you weren't expecting him to bring this up here, but you guess Timothee is always full of surprises nowadays. "What? I thought you were working for your uncle still? Aren't you getting paid?"

Your boyfriend shook his head, rolling his eyes. "No, I quit, he was on my back too. I guess my mom talked to him."

You paused for a time, contemplating how to let him down gently. "I really can't afford to give you money right now, Babe…"

Completely unnoticed by you, pride rises in their chest, feeling proud that you said no to him. Because, in all honesty, he does not deserve it.

"Maybe my next paycheck." The feeling vanished from them instantaneously. You're obviously struggling, yet you still go out of your way for him? That isn't fair.

"But babe, I really need it now." In an attempt to persuade you, he begs, pulling his bottom lip out. And the band prays you'll say no.

You're silent for a little while. "...Fine, how much do you really need?"

"Yes! Thank you, and just a couple of twenties." He beams at you.

You gulp as you notice your bag next to Yoongi. You don't want your boyfriend to know they speak English because he'll flip out, so you called his attention in Korean. "Yoongi-ssi…"

You take his glance up from his phone as an invitation to continue. "Could you grab my wallet for me in my bag, please? It's black leather."

He readily follows, burrowing his hand inside your bag and pulling out your wallet. He then begins to approach you, but Timothee blocks his path when he is only two steps away. "I can take it, thanks."

Yoongi stares at your boyfriend with an unreadable, almost emotionless expression. But instead of handing him your wallet, he goes behind him and gives it to you.

And as you both extend your hands, you detect a hint of frustration in his eyes as you reach for your wallet and he hands it to you. But you don't realize it's not directed at you, but at the inconsiderate idiot standing behind him.

When he turns around to go back to his seat, he finds the man with curly hair clearly frowning. "She asked for her wallet, not you."

Then he takes his seat, returning his focus to his phone while your boyfriend's eyes lingered on him.

"Tim, just let it go and come here." He simply huffs as he approaches you.

Namjoon sighs quietly, having had enough of your boyfriend, and quickly rises from his seat, drawing your attention.

"I'm going to head out real quick. A get some cold water for me."

You nod, and he walks out of the room. After he's gone, you go through your wallet, checking through your bills. "I have a fifty dollar bill and two twenty dollar bills…"

His grin broadens. "That's great!"

"I thought fifty is enough? I thought you didn't have to pay so much for gas?" You questioned.

"Yeah... But what about my food?"

"You said you're going to stay over, I could make you food." You said. "And besides, shouldn't you have left over from last week when I gave you that hundred dollars?"

"I used it all." He replied

Their eyes widened, and they wonder if their ears are betraying them because you gave him a hundred dollars and he just used it up that fast?!

"But since you're offering your amazing cooking services, who am I to refuse?" He shoots you a teasing smile. "If that's the case, I can just take the fifty."

You pull out the fifty dollar bill, handing it to him as if you’re handing candy to a child, and at the same time, the door reopens. And there walks in Charlene. "What the hell is going on?"

"Why are you giving him money?" She frowns at the scene, as she walks further into the room.

"His mom kicked him out so he's been living in his car, since the other day." You explained.

"And he needs the money because...?" She crosses her arm, clearly disapproving of the action.

"He's low on gas he said." You answer.

And your best friend scoffs, making Timothee tilt his head in confusion. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing, I just need to talk to Y/N in private." She shoots daggers at your boyfriend. "Meaning you have to leave."

"But they're here." He points to the band whose attention still remains on their cell phones.

"And?" Charlene quirks a brow. "Have they said anything or reacted while you guys been talking?"

Your boyfriend goes quiet.

"Exactly my point. Now leave." She orders him.

And you watch as Timothee's shoulders slump while he makes his way to the door empty-handed, simultaneously Namjoon reenters the room passing him. The two men make brief eye contact before Timothee finally exits the room.

And you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and noticed Charlene's eyes already on you. "I know what you're going to say..."

"Are you out of your mind Y/N?!" She exclaims. "This has been going on for too long. He can't continue being financially dependent on you whenever he feels like it."

"And if you want it to stop, you can't give in to him like that. And besides, you're already struggling to pay the bills at home, budget for your meals, and now this. You know your job doesn't pay enough for you to afford to do this."

You stay silent, taking in your friend's words. You know this cycle will only get worse the more it prolongs. And your actions earlier clearly aren't towards trying to put an end to it.

"I don't know how to say this without it hurting, because it will and the truth sucks... But honestly Y/N, at this point, he's not treating you like you're his girlfriend anymore, you're basically babying him like you're his mom."

"I know..." You whisper. "But, when I do try to tell him about it, he—"

"He tries to make you feel like the bad guy, and won't let you let him go... Yeah, I know... I can see it." She clenches her teeth.

Then you turned to the group that have been far too quiet the whole time. You suddenly stood up, causing them to stand up surprised. "Why are you—"

You know you aren't in Korea but you truly want to express your apologies for what they had to witness. It hurts your ego and dignity but you just have so much admiration for them that you just can't ignore it. So, without hesitation, you dropped to knees in front of them, bowing on the ground. "I'm sorry you had to listen and watch that. I'm really sorry, I know you don't want to be here right now."

"Wait Y/N- Why are you speaking—" And the realization hits her, just like it did with you. And finally, she understands and looks with pity.

Bangtan stares at you with wide eyes, as you stayed bowing in that position. Jimin, again, is the first to act upon the sudden action. "Ya, don't- don't do that."

Jimin kneels in front of you, grabbing your shoulders to sit you up from the ground. "Didn't we already tell you, don't apologize for something that isn't your fault?"

And for a moment, the two of you stare at each other, with sad frowns carved on your faces. "It's okay. You're okay."

He then pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, and giving you a gentle warm embrace. You let out a choked laugh as you wrap your arms around him as well, inhaling the comforting scent of his natural scent, soothing your nerves.

"Thank you, Jimin-ssi." You break the hug, softly smiling at him.

"And please, don't call us like that—" Jin says, peering down at the two of you. "You can just call us by our regular names, it's okay."

You nod and Jimin helps you up, returning you to the bed. You then remember that Charlene still had something to tell you. "Hey, Char, what did you want to say?"

"Huh-? Oh, yeah, um- you don't have to worry about the medical bill anymore." She tells you.

Your face scrunches in confusion. "What do you mean? You didn't use my insurance, didn't you?"

"Oh god, no." She responds.

"Then, why—"

"Because I paid for it." The familiar deep raspy voice fills your ears.

And you turn your head, looking at Namjoon. "You what?"

"I paid for it. So you won't have to struggle for months on end for two years paying for that." He said.

You looked at him horrified. "Namjoon, do you have any idea, what you have done?"

"Yes...?"

"That was thirteen hundred dollars, Namjoon! That's a lot!" You exclaimed.

"Y/N, it's alright. Don't worry, look, I hate to be the type to brag but, must I remind you who I am?"

"I'm Kim Namjoon, the leader and part of the biggest music group in the world. I make millions, that thirteen hundred dollars, it does virtually nothing to me." He assures.

You then felt a hand on your shoulder, and you already know who it is. "Y/N, as your best friend, I want you to hear this, for once in your life, allow someone to help you, please."

You gaze down at the floor, breathing deeply, and press your lips together. "O-okay..."

"Thank you Namjoon. And to all of you really." You look at all of them, as they all softly smile at you.

"You should really take a break Y/N-ah, you've been saying thank you too many times tonight." Jimin chuckles.

"That she will- you're cleared to go home hun. As much as I hate it, I called Timothee so that he can take you home. But as soon your inside, take some rest, I mean it." Charlene informs you. "I'll let him know and give you guys some time."

You hummed in agreement as she walks away. When she leaves the room you exhale with a lip smile. "Well, I guess this is it."

Namjoon bobs his head in agreement. "I guess it is..."

"Although I wish it was in better circumstances, I'll still say it was nice meeting all of you." You say,

"Us too." Jin responds to which the six others nod in concur.

"Take care, Y/N, alright?" Said Jimin.

"I will." You grin appreciatively. "I-I know this might be a weird request, but can I hug all of you guys?"

Taehyung chuckles. "It's not weird at all, come here." And he spread his arms open wide and you immediately rush forward into him.

After Taehyung, you did the same for the rest of the members, but when you got to Yoongi, you got a little hesitant, you knew he valued his personal space especially when it's not of the members. So when the two of you look at each other, you struggled to read him, but he, on the other hand, understood you perfectly, because unbeknownst to you, you reminded him a lot of himself in the past. And now, he wants to help you.

So without warning, he grips your wrist, pulling you into him, making you squeak when your body made contact. He wraps his arms securely around you. And you don't know whether to squeal in happiness or be concerned about his actions. Instead, you chose to silently enjoy his rare display of affection.

When he releases you, none of you noticed how his hands lingered on your shoulders as you exhale heavily, looking at him with soft eyes. "I really needed that..."

Just then the door creaks open again, and Charlene's head pops in and Yoongi quickly retracts his hands. "Y/N... Gotta go. I'll give you your prescriptions before you leave too."

"Okay, I'll be out." You tell her.

You turn back to all seven of them. "Goodbye, guys..."

They all wave at you as you approach the door, your back facing them when you hear a voice before you shut the door behind you. "I hope to meet each other again..."

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Road To The Kingdom - Firestorm Tie-In Novel

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes: Firestorm is a prequel novel written by Greg Keyes for the second movie in the reboot trilogy. It takes place soon after the end of the first film, about a week after the apes escaped into the redwood forest beyond San Francisco and the Simian Flu began to cut through the human race. This novel is a fantastic bridge between Rise and Dawn, giving us more insight into characters we met in the first movie who will feature in the next, as well as fleshing out the fall of society.

The book does very well juggling between the two massive plots of Caesar's apes avoiding their human hunters and the Simian Flu tearing through the city. Though we don't see Will or any other humans we met in Rise, they give us many new human characters: a reporter trying to make the connection between the escaped apes and the new virus, an emergency room doctor dealing hands on with outbreak casualties, and an ape researcher and a former hunter who have been brought in by Gen-Sys to capture Caesar's group. While I thought I wouldn't care about the humans because the apes are always my favorite characters, all these humans in different locations and with different stories keep the story from dragging; I ended up enjoying the final days of humanity almost as much as Caesar's story. The book also gives us the first introduction to a human character who will become important in Dawn: Dreyfus, the leader of the human colony played by Gary Oldman. Going into the movie, his backstory isn't very clear other than he was in some position of power before the end and he lost his wife and children. But the book goes really deep into his story of a former police chief running for mayor and wanting to protect humans. Rereading the book in 2024, the parallels of the Simian Flu with the Covid outbreak definitely rings true (much like the YouTube shorts).

But no matter how good the human characters are, what I enjoyed most about this book was seeing Caesar and his escaped apes start to adapt to life in the wild. Even while they're being hounded by the humans chasing them, they have to figure out how to care for sick/injured apes and where to get food without humans to feed them. A great moment for Caesar is when he thinks to himself that he never thought beyond escaping from the human city; his realization that there is more to figure out than just dodging humans shows how he goes from accidental ringleader from the sanctuary to the wise authoritative leader of the apes of the next two films.

Though surprisingly, the true star of this book isn't Caesar; it's Koba. We get numerous detailed flashbacks of Koba's life before ending up in the Gen-Sys lab and receiving the brain enhancing drugs. From the death of his mother to being an abused TV star to arriving at the labs as a test ape. In the films, Koba's hatred of humans shines through and is unquestionable; you don't need the backstory to understand why he carries a grudge against all humanity. But reading the details really did break my heart. And getting his backstory revealed as he learns to work with other apes, as he proves his loyalty to Caesar by rescuing injured apes rather than wrecking vengeance on humans, you actually have hope that he could be happy now that he was free with other apes.

Another great part of the book is getting to see the very beginning of Caesar and Cornelia's courtship. Since one of my disappointments with the films are the forgotten female characters, I was glad to see Cornelia here, challenging Caesar's orders when it came to taking care of injured apes. Though her role is still small, I liked seeing her get a little time to flesh out her character.

Firestorm is officially labeled as a prequel (which is why I have it listed first as I'm trying to go in chronological storyline order), but I actually enjoyed reading it after seeing Dawn. While I think it can still be appreciated in any order, I liked getting to meet Koba in the movie and seeing him as a great complicated villain, before then learning his backstory and growing your sympathy for him, while also thinking about how tragic it is that he couldn't let go of his hate. Whatever order you decide to read them in, Firestorm by Greg Keyes is a wonderful expansion on the movies that I would label as required reading for fans for the expansive and enjoyable story it shares.

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Henry Cavill’s Characters’ Zodiac Signs

This is (in my opinion) the zodiac vibes I get from each Henry Cavill character. I am not an astrologist, this is just based off my observations of each sign and the energy I get from these characters. If there’s a character I missed or you wanted to see on this list, let me know!!!!

So it’s basically canon that Sy is a bull, and understandable. He gives HELLA Taurus energy. He’s strong, sturdy, a little cocky, but only because he can back up all the hype. He can be stubborn as all hell, which is to be expect from the bullheaded Taurus (my brother was born in May and the boy will never budge in a fight). Negotiations during deployments is hell for his fellow comrades. And just like the grounded earth sign it takes awhile for him to soften up, but when he does, he would do ANYTHING for those he cares about, and that passion can be overwhelming to some. He’s a hard worker, but when he’s not overseas he’s DEFINITELY take some leisure time to himself, he deserves to be lazy! And don’t get started on a Taurus’ appetite. Just like the bull, I see Sy as a grazing type, munching on little snacks throughout the day, but will not hesitate to tear it up at dinner time, and his desert ;)

August is a Scorpio. I feel like this doesn’t need an explanation, but I’m gonna give you one anyway. As a CIA Agent/Terrorist, the man can’t trust anyone. Ever. Just like how a Scorpio takes forever to trust, he makes sure to know every detail about anyone he encounters. Scorpios also shroud themselves in mystery and secrecy. He’s proved time and again in the movie that he would kill to keep his secret diabolical plan from getting out. And it’s also cannon on tumblr that he’s obsessive. God help you if a Scorpio catches a liking to you, cause once they do, you are theirs FOREVER, whether you like it or not. Oh, and don’t even THINK about trying to have the control around August, it’s just not gonna happen.

Charles is a Leo, through and through. Those who meet him think he’s arrogant, self-centered, and in those first couple seasons, they were right. He’s definitely full of himself, but we do get to see little peeks at the insecurity he feels deep down at being born lower class. Leos are very insecure, though they try to hide it (trust me, all of our confidence is fake, coming from a Leo herself), but the way his face falls when his title (or lack of) is brought up in the first season, not to mention in the later seasons when he starts to contemplate his own actions and morals after doing what he did on Henry’s orders. Now, I know what some might say, “but Tay, Leos are so loyal!” And they are! His infidelity to Margaret was born of his own ego and arrogance. But his loyalty to HENRY?? After all the bullshit he put Charles through? Only a Leo could have a heart so big as to still love and advise a friend who treated them so. And the way he lights up a room! Much like the sun, Leo’s ruling planet, Charles lit up court. He always looks good, outfits pristine and his hair always so perfectly groomed. I can go on forever, but Imma stop here.

Walter just ooooozes Virgo energy. Work-aholic, perfectionist, never relaxes. Sometimes a little blunt, but only because they don’t have time to sugarcoat shit. But also like the earth sign, he’s consistent. You can always trust he will do the right thing and be there at the right time. Can also smell bullshit from a mile away, which is a wonderful skill set for his job. I also feel like he’s really good at budgeting and money management.

Mikey is a Sagittarius, there’s no changing my mind. His wild and care-free personality really shines through in the movie. And just like Walter he’s blunt. “He’s dead Chelsea, time move on.” Only a Sagg has the audacity! And the entire movie all he is concerned with is having a good time and hooking up. In my limited interactions with Sagittarius men, that’s really all they cared about. I feel like if he wasn’t killed off in the movie, he could have definitely evolved into a more defined character.

Geralt just gives Capricorn energy. So focused on his work, and very stoic in his emotions. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel them, he just buries them, deep, deep, DEEP down. And just like Scorpio it takes ALOT for him to open up. But when he does, BOYYYY. Fuck with the people he loves. I’ve also never met a Cap that isn’t determined to do EVERYTHING on their own (my sister is the best example. Full time vet student on top of two full time jobs, constantly refusing help when offered). He’s definitely an over-thinker. He stays up at night thinking through every scenario and preparing for any situation. But he’s sturdy and strong and loyal, if a little abrupt and abrasive at times. Hates people and gets along so much better with animals, and again, I’ve never met a Capricorn who like human beings over dogs, or in his case, Roach.

Sherlock is an Aquarius. It just makes the most sense to me. Not good with emotions at all, and this is coming from experience of having an Aquarius mother and dating an Aquarius man for three months. He’s an intellectual, and individual, and values that individuality. Not to mention the job that is very outside of the social norms. Aquarians are uninterested in being like the rest, which is a perfect description for Sherlock. Also doesn’t miss a single detail, can pick up on the slightest change in energy. Most people see Aquarius as strange, almost alien-like, and Sherlock for sure stands out. He values his solitude and alone time. I feel like if he were to be in modern times, would hella ghost someone if he felt like they were getting to close and encroaching on his privacy.

Clark Kent. My sweet baby, my Kansas farm boy. He’s a Libra, absolutely. His sense of justice and constant battle for balance wouldn’t allow him to be anything else. His need to use his powers for good to save people shines just as bright as the sunlight he gets his strength from is sometimes overshadowed by his darker side of just finally snapping and becoming the GOD he knows he is. And have you ever seen a pissed off Libra? Those red eyes are not just for show. Momma Kent did a good job of raising our boy to be a good-hearted man, but that Kryptonian blood will not relent so easily. But he loves deeply and won’t hesitate to make decisions when it comes to those he loves. Making sure they are well and safe and happy is not something he has to make a pros and cons list for.

I know I’ve made a post saying I think Napoleon is a Leo, and I still kinda feel that way. But I can also see him being a Gemini. Now the big stereotype surrounding Geminis is that they’re two-faced. But in reality they’re a mirror. The energy you give them is the energy you are gonna receive. Being a spy, he has to learn to be a chameleon, he changes with every environment but can also blend in and be unseen. He’s only loyal to the CIA because he has to be, you can bet your lucky stars when those chains are gone he can flip the script on them in a heartbeat. But also like a typical Gemini he’s charming, knows exactly how attractive he is and uses that to his full advantage.

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Chapter Eight

Masterlist

Talia wasn’t as cold as she was made out to be. Not in the depths of her heart, anyway. She couldn’t have been with her childhood friend that had kept her company, telling her tales of the outside world and showing her ways to win fights without showing her hand. Eventually, she’d understood how special her friend was, but even before then she’d been keeping her softer demeanor hidden. It would not do to show the League of Assassins or Father that she wasn’t as cold and unbothered as an Al Ghul should be.

Her friend featured in her dreams as often as in her waking moments, although the dreams were so different from what her life was like. It showed her in a very different environment, older, with a son, Father was long dead, and she was just meeting her friend for the first time as a grown woman. It showed her the consequences of her friend knowing their history too soon from the start, and anytime she was tempted to spill the beans about what she knew it was quick to remind her. The dreams were clearly not always in order and some details were hazy, but she was grateful for the valuable information they provided.

As was inevitable, her friend had to stop visiting for a period of time due to the rules of time travel and all that. She didn’t look for them, knowing that she’d find them again when the time was right. Father never found out about her friend, although he was suspicious for a little while about what she was hiding until she threw him off the scent with a more feasible “secret” than a time traveling friend from other lives. On the outside, she shouldn’t have had the level of experience needed to lie to Father, but, on the inside, she knew how because she’d lived longer than him.

All this rushed through her head in seconds as one of her people knelt before her. She hummed lightly to let him know that she wasn’t upset, merely thoughtful, and his relaxation only proved to her that this was the right way to lead. Leading through kindness and respect rather than fear and respect. The information was so much more free this way, and the loyalty was even stronger.

“You did well Simon.” She practically purred the words as a plan with several contingencies sprung to the front of her mind. “Keep watch as you have done for so long and don’t worry about interfering just yet. Everything will work out. Report back to me when the day is set for that man’s plan, and remember Plan Ouroboros.” She nodded her dismissal, and the nod was returned as Simon retreated to his post.

Talia settled onto the ground with her legs crossed and her hands resting on her knees. She let her eyes close, extending her awareness to make sure she was still alone in the room while she descended into thought. It would not be wise to let down her guard even in her own room at the heart of a stronghold that belonged to Father. She needed to be careful, now just as much as ever and maybe even more than usual.

This situation was truly one that she could never have dreamed of, even when she’d discovered that she was not alone in her memories with the arrival of her precious child, her shining star. He’d kept it fairly under wraps, enough that no one who didn’t know what he should be acting like wouldn’t pick up on it, but she picked up on it, responding by nurturing him the slightest bit more in whatever way she could.

It’s not to say that she didn’t hope for her and her child to reunite with the friend they both knew, no, Talia had always hoped that such a situation would happen. She just didn’t think it would be so… perfect. The friend was currently away, there was no evidence of anyone else remembering anything, and she was currently in a position where taking over the League, with her friend and Plan Ouroboros to help, would go off without too many issues in most scenarios. It was absolutely wonderful, almost as wonderful as the faces of her loved ones as they realized just who she actually was and who she stood with.

That thought led her to think about Bruce, her Beloved. At first, she’d thought what they’d had was true love, but now, through the lenses of hindsight, she knew that it was true love, in a different way then her first imaginings. Bruce was her Beloved Brother, which made it a little weird when she remembered he was the Father of her precious child, but she dealt with those feelings as they came. Choosing to ignore them most of the time, like right now for instance.

Talia wondered how her other precious child was doing. It had broken her heart to have to curse him to deal with the side effect of the way she brought his mind back, but she knew it was a necessary part of his character going forward. She’d not tried to manipulate him nearly as much nor in the same direction as previously, but she still knew he’d done some heavy things that he’d surely regret, again. She hoped that one day he would see her as the maternal figure she’d hoped to be.

Her friend was going to absolutely tear Father apart, but that wouldn’t be beneficial. No, to truly make the amount of impact while maintaining the distance they wanted, she’d have to be the one to face Father. Which meant that she’d finally be able to show her friend the fruits of her labor combined with the genius of their training. It would only make the shocked faces of her loved ones even more amusing and entertaining. It would single handedly prove that she was correct to hide cameras all over the League’s bases, aside from all the obvious information gathering opportunities.

Talia was starting to grow restless, itching for a weapon in her hand or something to do, somewhere to move, but that was not what this exercise was for. She already had great self control, but there would never be any harm in making sure to hone that particular skill. Out of spite towards herself, she emptied her head of thoughts for the next two hours.

A knock at her door pulled her out of her thoughts, it appeared that it was time to go on a mission, and, judging by the breathing pattern and the depth of said breathing outside her door, it was one of Father’s minions and it was urgent. This was likely the mission to go and set up the structure that would be used to kidnap the Bats and the Birds, how amusing.

Standing and wiping any and all signs of emotion from her face, she made towards the door, this would prove to be very interesting, no matter how the cards fell.

~`~`~

Elle stared at her sleeping original, at her ma. They’d talked to Ghost Writer who’d told them that he’d do some research yet promised no results. She’d read between the lines to see that Ghost Writer just wanted a good story with plenty of suspense this time around. Danny had been mildly annoyed at the prospect of waiting, which she understood given what case they were looking for the answers to, but he hadn’t gotten too angry, meaning there must still be time or hope left. Clockwork had worked Danny till he was ready to drop, and even sleeping as much as he had didn’t fully get rid of the exhaustion.

Her thoughts were a mess because of the excitement-anxiety-happy-belonging that churned in her core due to the upcoming chance to live with Danny. She knew that she’d have to watch her behavior in order to not accidentally incriminate her beloved template to any of their precious bats, but she could, no, she would do it. Elle wanted so badly for all of them to remember, to know what all they’d been through together, but it just wasn’t meant to be.

She hoped that there wouldn’t be too many misunderstandings with her around. She’d only been speaking in Ghost Speak for a couple of years now, and it never really translated all that well into simple conversations in mortal languages. Elle had been exploring the Realms for those years, only using mortal languages again when she needed to go on missions now and then to keep Danny safe.

Putting that thought from her mind, she curled around her original once again, basking in the complete sense of safety that they were giving off. Things would be okay as long as she always had her wonderful parent to come back to. She just hoped, prayed and desired for her Pops to wake up, or his memories to at least. She wasn’t sure just how stable her original would remain without him by their side.

~`~`~

Jason had slept until just an hour before Danny returned, and he was now standing outside of their door, building up the courage to knock. He didn’t know why it was so difficult, it was just Danny after all, but something was telling him that knocking on the door would change a great many things. It seemed nonsensical at best to assume that something so simple could truly change so much, but Jason hadn’t gotten this far by ignoring his instincts.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand to knock, only for the door to swing open and an unfamiliar girl to look up at him, blinking slightly in shock. A wide, teasing grin swept over her face as she leaned back to face further into Danny’s apartment and called out, “Ma!! Tall, Dark and Handsome is here to see you!!” Jason flushed at the words. What?!

Did Danny have a girlfriend? Who? Why hadn’t they told him beforehand? Had Danny moved or gone missing? Who was this strange girl standing in the doorway? Why did she seem to recognize him? What was the nickname for? Why-? What-? Huh-? He could swear his brain was shutting down because his vision was going all weird and he could hear a strange humming that seemed to bubble in volume.

“-ason. Jason. Jason!” He suddenly became aware of the fact that he was laying on Danny’s ridiculously comfortable couch while Danny’s face swam into view in front of him. “Can you see me, Jason? Do I need to give you the same treatment I gave Tim?”

Jason flinched at the idea of being slapped like that, it had sounded like it really hurt. “No, no, I’m… good, I think. Um.” Why was Jason fumbling on this so hard? There was no real explanation for it.

“Ma!” The word was extended teasingly from someone out of sight, the voice was gleeful and reminded Jason of the girl who’d opened the door. “Is Tin Can awake and aware yet?”

Tin Can? Wait, did she know who he was? Who was-

“Danielle Helene Rhea Nightingale, you stop teasing our guest right this instant.” Danny’s voice cracked like a whip with all the intensity of one of Alfred’s commands. He was glaring at someone behind Jason, and the fire in his eyes captivated Jason. It was so intense and so breathtaking and- he stopped the train of thought right in its tracks before it became a train wreck and got himself slapped.

“Sorry Ma.” It was the sort of dragged out apology done by someone who’d been reprimanded about this very thing far too many times. “I’ll be good.” The girl walked around the couch and into his sight, looking properly chastised.

“Why does she call you Ma?” It took a second for Jason to recognize that he was the one who asked the question. The other two were looking at each other by the time he did, having a silent conversation that Jason couldn’t understand.

Danny sighed. “We come from a place that often uses a language that doesn’t translate well into any language that I know of. It’s a small town on Earth with a lot of immigrants that taught me their language. Elle here is my adopted child, and she used only that language for a couple of years. Old habits die hard and all that. The actual translation, before you ask, is a little bit close to something like: the parental figure who primarily looks after emotional needs that is there for their child in any time they are needed. English translates that to Mother and all the variations of it due to the supposed gender roles enforced by the history of the language and other stuff like that. She also tends to call me Pa or Da as well, but she’s been calling me Ma since I agreed to let her come live with me full time now that I have a safe space.”

The girl, Elle, nodded behind Danny, affirming what they were saying. “Yeah! I might have some weird stuff that I say sometimes, but I’ll always try to elaborate if it’s brought up that there’s a misunderstanding!” She beamed at him with a massive smile that lit up the room better than the lights were.

“Oh… That makes sense. What does the language sound like?” He felt his head tilt, internally cursing the fact that he’d started to copy a couple of Danny’s mannerisms, his brothers would never let him live that down.

Elle and Danny shared another series of looks that Jason couldn’t translate. “Are you sure you want to know? It’s not very… human in nature.” Elle seemed almost, afraid? concerned? conflicted?, one of those three or maybe all about the answer she would receive.

“I gathered as much from the translation and how you two are dancing around the subject. If you don’t want to share with me, then don’t, I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. You’re someone Danny cares about, so you’re someone I care about.” He tried to smile to show more emotion than his voice was giving off, but he didn’t think it worked because Elle looked close to tears.

“It’s your decision Little Rocket, you decide. I’m not quite comfortable speaking in that language right now, so it’s all up to you.” Danny was more gentle and soft in voice and face and behavior than Jason had ever seen, and it made him fall more for him. Wait-

“Okay then, here goes!” She opened her mouth and made some sort of noise that sounded like sunlight filtering through water on a warm and sunny day mixed with the feeling of lots of clouds covering the sun while simultaneously feeling like watching the stars on a windy night while on a tall perch covered in the warm sensation of knowing where you’re going, who you’re going to, and how far you’re willing to go to get there over the rippling view of watching light bend at a molecular level all spiraling with the distinct flavour of peppermint and spearmint combined. It was an odd sound, but it wasn’t one he hated. The strange flavour was something he could do without, but the overall sound gave him an odd sense of peace-joy-mine. It was beautiful.

Looking over at Danny, Jason saw the sheer look of pride on their face, and it just made Jason fall even farther. He could admit it, to himself if no one else, that he’d fallen for his gorgeous neighbor with the wonderful fighting skills, mysterious past, good cooking skills, and the beautiful behavior around children. They were stunning, marvelous, funny, and loyal. He had always been able to feel something in his chest screaming in joy every time he was around his wonderful neighbor, but he’d ignored it before now.

~`~`~

Talia smiled darkly as she went over the plans her people had leaked to her about Father’s plan. It was wonderfully stupid, leaving her plenty of room to separate her precious child from the group to keep him away from the devastation and destruction that would surely be wrought upon the League when this plan went through. She checked the date for the kidnapping against the schedule in her mind, causing her smile to grow in darkness and size. Yes, that date would be perfect for the maximum destruction of Father’s ways.

She composed herself before turning back to Simon, who’d brought her the wonderful news. “Wait until the prisoners are with Father and you will not be missed before activating Plan Ouroboros. Alert the others. Thank you for bringing this to my attention and following my orders.” She received a simple nod as Simon headed out, but she considered that enough, knowing that her orders would be spread among all of her followers.

Turning, she walked deeper into her quarters. There was a small window of time for her to prepare everything that she would need to make Father’s devastating plan immediately backfire, but she was still confident that it would happen. All she needed to do was finally reach out to an old friend of hers as soon as Ra’s decided where he was going to imprison their loved ones. Truly, nothing could be as wonderful or exciting as this. Then again, her friend always was one prone to surprising things. Oh how interesting this was turning out to be.

~`~`~

Ra’s Al Ghul was excited. Everything was proceeding according to plan. Finally, he would have all the tools necessary to rule the world for all of eternity. All that was left was a little kidnapping, a little torture, and a little bit of breaking a civilian with wonderful connects, and he would have what was rightfully his. He couldn’t wait.

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