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craftypeaceturtle · 3 years

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Distanced, part 1

Summary: A group chat fic! How shall these useless students cope with daily life.

Note: This is my first attempt at anything even remotely like this! I have no idea how this will turn out so feedback is greatly appreciated! Intrulogical.

Next part here!!

MESSAGES: To Remus Prince (Presentation)

Tuesday, 16:15

Hello. This is Logan Sanders from Prof. Smith’s seminar. Do you have any suggestions for how we should go about completing the upcoming assessment?

Remus Prince: who dis

I literally just stated it. Logan Sanders.

I wear the tie.

Remus Prince: OHHH

Remus Prince: Well 1stly

Remus Prince: What’s the best planet in the solar system?

Pardon?

Remus Prince: i LitERaLlY JuSt stAtED iT

That has nothing to do with anything, we just need to get through this project.

Remus Prince: if u want to work then u have to answer

Jupiter.

Remus Prince: cool.

Remus Prince: You’ll do.

Remus Prince: My name is Remus.

I know. We did actually swap phone numbers. We in fact discussed which topic we would be doing for over fifteen minutes in the seminar. So we have indeed met. If you continue to be obnoxious then this will be a easier project.

MESSAGES: To Remus Sanders (Presentation)

Tuesday, 16:22

Why did you ask that question?

Remus Prince: I asked my brother that question and he answered earth

Remus Prince: I’ve had trust issues ever since

Roman’s favourite planet is Earth?

Remus Prince: HAH

Remus Prince: ye he’s an idiot

Remus Prince: I’ve gotta test everyone now.

Remus Prince: You passed btw

Remus Prince: WAIT!

Remus Prince: Do u know Ro?

Yes, he is my friend and roommate.

Remus Prince: What was ur name again????????

You can literally scroll up and reread it. I refuse. You got into university for a reason and so you can manage my name.

Remus Prince: jk

Okay then. Do you want to discuss how we should go about creating this powerpoint?

Remus Prince: what’s there to ‘discuss’?

We can separately conduct our research however it is regrettably better to meet up in person to practise not only giving the presentation but also the construction of the presentation itself.

Remus Prince: man you just love sending essays huh

I have written out longer messages. I don’t understand the point of sending a sentence at a time and risk getting interrupted. Plus at least my texting doesn’t seem all like an assault of constant notifications.

Remus Prince: fair

Shall we say that we should aim to get our presentation research finished by two weeks (15th). That leaves us another two weeks to construct the powerpoint, gather more research if necessary, then practise presenting.

Remus Prince: k

GROUPCHAT: Goths, Emos, and Remus

Tuesday, 16:26

Octopussy: can I vent for a sec

Octopussy: So! I’m just sitting here. Y’know. Vibing.

Octopussy: Then out of nowhere the nerd from my class starts messaging me about the group project that’s due a month away

Octopussy: like wtf

Octopussy: nice to know the nerd thing isn’t just appearance

Vigilant: help

Octopussy: he made a big deal about meeting up as well to do this!

Octopussy: No one in the class even cares!

Octopussy: No one is even remotely

Octopussy: Not even close

Octopussy: To thinking about that project right now!

Octopussy: We’ve got ages!

Vigilant: oh sweet jesus

Octopussy: Like! We’ve got a month!

Octopussy: AN ENTIRE MONTH

Octopussy: Like he also wants to meet up as well to practise

Octopus: Like ew.

Top-Hat-Gay: Are you done?

Octopussy: ye

Octopussy: he’s a dick

Vigilant: oh thank god

Top-Hat-Gay: Ha, as if you believe in god.

Vigilant: If it stops Re from not spamming us then I’ll believe whatever.

Octopussy: rude

Vigilant: bitch

Top-Hat-Gay: On an actually important note, which one of you last used my nail bag?

Octopussy: me!

Octopussy: you need more green

Top-Hat-Gay: No I fucking don’t!

Top-Hat-Gay: There was an entirely new bottle in there!

Octopussy: I said what I said.

Top-Hat-Gay: I hate you.

Octopussy: Thank bby

Octopussy: ALSO!

Octopussy: I found out the nerd also lives with Ro.

Top-Hat-Gay: So?

Vigilant: hE’S FORBIDDEN

Top-Hat-Gay: Wait so the nerd is Logan?

Octopussy: He is!

Octopussy: not that it seems to be having any effect on Ro. he’s as dense as a brick.

Top-Hat-Gay: I saw him today going into Remy’s.

Vigilant: Why are we even talking about him

Vigilant: Like who gives a shit.

Octopussy: dunno

Octopussy: just thought it was weird

Top-Hat-Gay: Maybe you should switch partners. Especially if he wants to meet up at some point.

Octopussy: nah

Octopussy: not worth it

Top-Hat-Gay: A teacher wouldn’t care. They only want to see good grades. They won’t mind moving stuff around for you.

Octopussy: He seems harmless.

Vigilant: you literally called him a dick after one conversation.

Octopussy: he is a dick

Octopussy: he seems stuffy but just a nerd through and through. He’s not going to be a prick or anything.

Vigilant: This isn’t really about him. He already got you talking about you know who in your first ever conversation. Maybe you shouldn’t hang around him.

Octopussy: I just thought it was interesting

Octopussy: It doesn’t mean jack shit

Octopussy: Not everything I talk about has some grand meaning.

Octopussy: I just thought it was weird that this nerd I share my classes with also lives with my bro.

Top-Hat-Gay: And that’s perfectly fine Re.

Octopussy: soz V

Octopussy: didn’t mean to blow up in your face

Octopussy: just annoying to feel psycho-analysed

Vigilant: soz

Octopussy: okay!

Octopussy: that’s proof enough!

Octopussy: we can behave to each other so ice cream plz!!!!!!!!!!!

Top-Hat-Gay: JESUS CHRIST I SAID THAT AS A JOKE LAST YEAR

Octopussy: I will eat V’s posters unless you give us reward good boy icecream

Vigilant: chocolate pls

Top-Hat-Gay: jesus do you lot know how long it takes for me to put on my cape to go shopping

Vigilant: yes

Vigilant: we are precisely aware of exactly how long it takes

Vigilant: that’s why we don’t go shopping with you

GROUPCHAT: THE FAM ILY

Tuesday, 16:38

Pat-on-the-back: Heya guys, are we all in for dinner tonight?

Logan.S: I am.

YourHopesandDreams: I will be in at 7. If you could be so compassionate to push your meal back until then, I would be truly indebted to you.

Pat-on-the-back: Fine by me!

Logan.S: I am agreeable.

Pat-on-the-back: Also Lo! Are you finished with your work?

Logan.S: I have finished my to-do list so I am available if I’m needed.

Pat-on-the-back: No, you’re all good! I just wanted to check. It sounded like you were doing work for like four hours straight.

Logan.S: It took three hours thank you very much.

Logan.S: So what are we doing for dinner?

Pat-on-the-back: I was thinking lasagne!

Pat-on-the-back: also! Don’t think I’ll notice that change in topic!

Pat-on-the-back: I thought we all agreed on two hour stretches of work with a 15 min break at least. I mean... it’s even written on our calendar! There’s no way you forgot, did you Mister!

Logan.S: It’s fine Pat.

Logan.S: Just let it go

Logan.S: I needed to get it done

Logan.S: I don’t need to be babied.

Logan.S: I’m taking a break now. I’m okay.

Pat-on-the-back: I know, I’m sorry. I just want to make sure. As long as you feel okay then everything’s alright! How was your work anyway?

Logan.S: Fairly ordinary actually. I had to go through some of my notes and rewrite a couple of pages then I had to organise a group project due the 2nd of March.

Pat-on-the-back: Sounds productive!

Logan.S: Thank you.

YourHopesandDreams: Ew. Group project. Who’s your partner?

Logan.S: We are in entirely different courses, why do you think you would know them?

YourHopesandDreams: Everyone knows the drama students know everyone.

Logan.S: I’m working with Remus.

YourHopesandDreams: You should ask to swap partners.

Logan.S: I won’t do so unless I have a genuine reason. I’ve not had any interactions with him previously and while he did seem half-hearted and obnoxious in his messages, he seems harmless. If he messes everything around then I will but I won’t make a fuss unless I have reason to.

Pat-on-the-back: That’s fair but please make sure to tell us if he pulls anything.

YourHopesandDreams: Your loss.

MESSAGES: To Nerd

Wednesday, 3:02

hey u awake

Nerd: What on earth are you doing up at 3am?

Soz

Wrong number.

MESSAGES: To Nerd

Wednesday, 3:12

Nerd: What is your favourite planet?

wha

Nerd: I figured it would be fair to ask your test to you. For all I know you could be as uncultured as your brother.

can we not talk about him

I dunno really

I wanna say pluto because they deserve it

but I kinda like saturn best.

Nerd: Any reason why?

Just kinda interesting

Big, lots a moons, ring.

It’s just a cool planet.

Nerd: Fair enough.

Do you have a reason to like jupiter?

Nerd: If I’m being honest, my science teacher absolutely adored Jupiter. I don’t know why but that memory of him ranting about how cool it was just really stuck with me. I was only about 8 years old. But I found myself agreeing with him. Back then my fascination was a lot more childish. I thought it was fascinating that since Jupiter was a gas planet it hadn’t been blown away yet. I grew up from that view but the interest never left.

ew that was almost cute.

Nerd: I concur that was very unprofessional.

WAIT

HOLD ON

Why hasn’t Jupiter blown away!?!?!?!?!??

Nerd: Excuse me?

8YR OLD YOU IS A GENUIS

Nerd: There’s no atmosphere in space!

But there’s pressure and junk isn’t there?

Nerd: The pressure is pulling the mass into the centre which keeps the planet whole.

Do you think we could step on Jupiter?

Nerd: I don’t know.

I thought you knew space!

Nerd: I do biology! To get into a biology degree, I did a bunch of biology based subjects! Why would I know anything about space?

I dunno.

I guess if you look like a nerd people just presume.

Nerd: I’ve personally found it’s the confidence. If you act confident enough then everyone presumes you know exactly what you’re doing and you’re in control, no matter how out of place you look.

I’ll drink to that!

Wait, in what situation would you have learnt this!?!

Nerd: I have a bad habit of accidentally going to the wrong class and just going along with it rather than anything else. Although I should say I did fantastic in that architectural history class. But this habit has caused some awkward situations. I have also impersonated a store manager to explain why me and my friend were there when really he ran into the warehouse searching for a kitten.

HAH

That’s brilliant

Using your nerdy powers to overthrow society.

Does this mean you’re a liar?

Nerd: I call it ‘managing life’.

HAH

Sounds about right.

Why are you awake at this time?

Nerd: I could ask you that.

#sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #My writing #roman sanders #patton sanders #Janus Sanders #deceit sanders #virgil sanders #group chat fic #fluff

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side-lizabeth · 3 years

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ONE PIECE DRESSROSA-ZOU ARCS IMPRESSIONS

This part is the spoiler-free part of my impressions.

I don’t know what I was expecting from Dressrosa but it didn’t left me wanting for more... outside the animation part, probably. But I mean when you get spoiled on how OP’s being animated rn, no sh*t. Although I really did enjoy the new characters. Cavendish is accidentally becoming one of my favourite characters and this is because of the anime of Gintama... But that’s because I’m finding more and more seiyuus in One Piece that just so happened to be voicing recurrent characters (or straight up main characters) in Gintama, so I shouldn’t be suprised.

And then there’s Zou and I’d lie if I’d say I should have had expected an island with furries, and yet I didn’t. ...and once again the “holy sh*t I wasn’t expecting these seiyuus being in One Piece too” striked back. But at this point I don’t know if it’s really because of Gintama or just because I’m starting to go back to my old teen hobbies like when I was a hardcore Seiyuu fan, and recognizing a lot of seiyuus is giving me a huge bust of serotonin. (?)

Above all, I liked Dressrosa more than Zou, even if Dressrosa has... it’s own issues.

If you want to go straight up to the spoiler section, click down here:

Let’s start with Dressrosa:

I thought to just continue this lil update, where I started the non spoiler section by saying that I won’t feel any shame or make an apology for reblogging non stop posts of Roronoa Zoro, I’m still on that Idea, fight me if you want(maybe no); but I decided to explain more about my first impressions, and then maybe elaborate extra stuff from those bullet point-lighning round from that post.

Overall, I had fun. I geniuently enjoyed Doffy as a villain, and his motivations where pretty interesting too. NGL, this arc is basically new world Alabasta” and it pretty much shows... But the thing is that this time it was a little bit more interesting because of Doffy.

Doffy being the combo of Warlord and Celestial Dragon may sound like that moment of the Simpsons of “it’s just the same doll but with a new hat” in comparison to Alabasta, but even if I also enjoyed Crocodile as a villain in there, at least Doffy had a more interesting backstory and motivations to explore... while Crocodile was just an excuse to show off Nico Robin in all her glory. That’s it. I said it. (and probably made a fwend sad). Please, Crocodile, sir, next time you come back please do show us the secret Ivankov and you only know and then we talk.

Overall, I just had the time of my life hating Doffy, that’s it. I’m not going to try to explain anything else. I’m a basic b*tch whose favourite villains are the ones who are just so evil I just have the time of my life hating on. Like Tsurumi from Golden Kamuy, another despicable motherf*cker, for instance.

And now that I’m talking about Doffy... I KNOW UNDERSTAND WHY PEOPLE LIKE CORA-SAN AND I ALSO JOIN THE GANG. BEST FATHER EVER AND HE BARELY WAS ONE FOR 6 MONTHS. BUT GAVE BABY TORAO ENOUGH LOVE TO PREVENT HIM FROM BECOMING LIKE HIS BROTHER. KUDOS TO HIM.

...Btw, I just need to break this impressions one moment to openly say that, as a Spaniard, I feel weird now saying Doffy’s entire name. For a reason. And Cora-san’s too. Now I understand english speakers(americans to be more precisely) when they watch Bungou Stray Dogs and some characters from there just happened to be named after famous english literature writers... (the first comparison I just thought about, don’t attack me plz)

Also, kudos to the voice actors because they did an amazing job and I had even more fun, like for instance Koyama Rikiya. I absolutely loved Kyros thanks mainly to him... Although I wish I could entirely say the same about Rebecca and Baby 5 because they barelly had any screentime or, at least personally speaking, didn’t to bring something interesting tothe table... Well, maybe I can excuse Baby 5 because of the ending of Punk Hazard, but with Rebecca definetly not. FFS her seiyuu is the Queen Hayashibara Megumi, I was expecting more from Rebecca (although maybe the blame is really in me for expecting that much) than what we got. But don’t get me wrong, I did like her but.. I wanted just a little bit more of her.

Another thing I enjoyed a lot was the introduction of Fujitora. I knew he was popular for a reason, but I wasn’t expecting it to be... because of this. I was expecting him to be popular only because he was a blind old man who could fight harder than the dudebro’s gary stu fanfic-like idea they have of Zoro, but he’s definetly not that. Fujitora is a really interesting man who geniuently thinks about people’s safety (can’t say the same about Sakazuki and Borsalino, lol), and I respect that.

*LAST MOMENT EDIT BECAUSE I FORGOT ANOTHER VERY IMPORTANT THING* THE REUNION OF LUFFY AND SABO MADE ME CRY TOO. I DON’T KNOW, I’M CRYING TOO MUCH OVER ONE PIECE

Now I’m just going through some bullet points from the update post:

First bullet point I’m actually elaborating: The Colloseum part was hella boring.

I just couldn’t stand it. I barely gave any sh*t about the characters and there’s also times where I’m just thinking that the Colloseum part could had been handled differently, with more interesting characters but well, that’s my opinion. I mean the only tournament arcs that I genuenly enjoyed were the Galaxy Wars from Saint Seiya (the OG one from the 80′s if somebody’s wondering), and maybe the Heaven’s Arena arc from HxH, so even if I was interested on seeing the OP take on it.. It kinda went sour for me at the beggining of this tournament, honestly. The fight versus Diamante was probably one of the very few interesting things happening inside the tournament.

And don’t get me wrong, interesting things do happen inside, like the encounter of Luffy and Rebecca, the fate of the losers from the colloseum, etc. But the tournament arc itself... not the best thing, pretty boring tbh.

The second bullet point I’m actually elaborating, but this time I’m literally copy-pasting the bullet point... for a reason: I STARTED TO SWEAT IN F*CKING FEAR WHEN NAMI’S GROUP ENCOUNTERED BIG MAM’S SHIP, AND EVEN MORE WHEN SANJI SAID “I’M GETTING INTO THAT SHIP”. NO. PLEASE. DON’T. I’M NOT READY FOR WHOLE CAKE ISLAND YET.

Look, by the time I’m writing this I’m already in Whole Cake and let me just tell you one thing; I’m still not ready for this arc. I know it’s very important, specially for Sanji’s development as a character and it’s like a re-introduction of him, but I’d lie if I’d said that I “do feel sensitive” around the themes explored in this arc, and it’s personally tought to go throught it but... Since it’s just too long and too personal to share the entire reason on a public post, I’m just leaving it as the following: “I’m not ready to tackle those themes, but I feel like I need to tackle them if I want to be the best version of myself”. That’s all.

The third and last bullet point I’m actually elaborating, LET ME TELL YOU HOW GINTAMA F*CKED ME UP ENTIRELY

For the sake of being short, I’m a crazy Gintama fan. I’m almost like an encyclopedia of shorts for all(?) Gintama content. I’ve been like this since I was 14-15 y/o (when I’m writing this I’m currently 25), so of course, if there’s something that remotely resembles something from Gintama (mainly gintama jokes or references when it happens), I’ll react to it instantly (but in a healthy way, not like an obnoxious annoying elitist lil sh*t of a fan), and sadly, part of this curse I ended up with included reconizing every single seiyuu that appeared in Gintama (or at least the ones who voiced important/popular characters) in other anime. And of course, seiyuus from Gintama did already appear before Dressrosa; like kid Ace’s seiyuu Sakaguchi Daisuke (voice of Shinpachi), or... Akainu’s seiyuu Tachiki Fumihiko (voice of Hasegawa “Madao” Taizou)... But then there’s Dressrosa and... It just went all over the board (pun not intended... does it even count as one tho?).

And don’t get me wrong, this did also happened to me on reverse with One Piece Seiyuus, but.... coming back to “Gintama f*cked me up”, it hitted differently, because it almost looked like they were casted to play certain characters based on the characters they played in Gintama and... NGL, it made everything even more hilarious. Like the fact that Kugimiya Rie voices a bad mouthed “child” in One Piece(Sugar)... just like she does in Gintama(Kagura). And I know technically speaking Sugar “is an adult” BUT, if we follow the logic of her Hobby Hobby fruit, she’s doomed to be an eternal child for the rest of her life, as in “no more development like a normal adult human would”. I’m just saying what the canon says, don’t mind me.

...Or Cavendish. I can confirm you that Cavendish is pretty much Gintama’s Katsura Kotarou’s madness as an OP character. And now he’s one of my favourite background characters in One Piece... Mainly because of that. And yes, they do in fact share the seiyuu Ishida Akira. (Also, is it just me or is he inspired by Lady Oscar from The Rose of Versailles???)

...So yeah, TLDR: too much gintama made me shout “oh shit, gintama’s taking over one piece”

Now with the Zou impressions

I liked the idea of Zou being an “island”, that’s not an Island but a millennia old elephant, walking around and hard to track down. Brilliant. Also, I’m pretty sure it’s inspired by something mythological but I still can’t point out which one.

...also I wasn’t expecting Pedro to be voiced by Miki Shin’Ichiro, in the same way I wasn’t expecting Orikasa Fumiko as Wanda... although she already voiced someone previously in One Piece so...

Even if it was a short arc, it gave a lot of valuable information like the origin of the poneglyphs and the link between the Mink tribe and the Kozuki clan from Wano but...

What I wasn’t expecting was how we got introduced to the Whole Cake arc. I came to this arc, thinking the Whole Cake thing won’t be that mentioned and... I ended up crying because of the sacrifice Sanji was willing to partake in... I feel bad for that guy... And since by the time of writing this I’m already in Whole Cake... Without spoilers I’ll say: yeah, no sh*t I was feeling bad for him” (also because I got almost entirely spoiled over all Whole Cake arc).

...but look, ngl, I didn’t like very much the ending of this arc. Probably what happened to Momonosuke and the Millennia old elephant may be more interesting and better explained in the near future but... I was more confused than anything, and I’m hopping it to be better explained in the future. I’ll just leave it as such.

Over all, if I had to choose, I’d say that Dressrosa was more entertaining than Zou... Although Zou did deliver bigger stuff when it comes to plot development, while Dressrosa was more focused on the next step to overthrow a Yonkou than anything, I felt like I had more ”fun” watching Dressrosa... Probably because I also want to get to Wano already.

Now I’m in Whole Cake arc, I’m more or less by the beggining of the arc and oh boy... This arc is going to be harder than expected and the only thing ready I have are the pocket tissues by my side because I already know I’m going to cry the hell out of this arc. And of course, have my soul utterly destroyed by the Reintroduction of Sanji and his past.

I hope he has a break after this because wow... He needs too many hugs to count. Probably more than Luffy in Marineford.

#personal mumbling #one piece spoilers #dressrosa arc #zou arc #the zoro joke from the spoiler sectiong was brought to you by a zoro enjoyer who hates straight zoro 'fans' *cofcof*dudebros*cofcof*#i know i said i may analize the spanish influence from dressrosa but it looks more like a cross between italy and barcelona tbf #i still can't believe i still can recognize so many seiyuus after all this time #I FORGOT TO MENTION CARROT IS HELLA CUTE AND I LOVE HER ALREADY #ALSO ALSO ALSO SPOILER BUT SABO AND KOALA ARE VERY CUTE

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galactic-magick · 4 years

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Not So Different: Virgil x Reader

Request: Can I get uhh new side (Pride?) Who is female and everyone is surprised and it's virgil x reader and lots of him being jealous even tho u aren't together and angst and him being the big spoon and stuff ty mwah (sorry if this is badly written I'm going on 1 hours of sleep in the past 2 days hahaha okay - @hhh-angels

Summary: You are Thomas’s prideful side, and you immediately bond with Roman for obvious reasons. Virgil doesn’t like that very much…

Words: 1400+

Warnings: angst, jealousy

Author’s Notes: I hope you like this! There’s a few time-skips cuz I wanted it to be kinda slow-burn and build up the angst lol. (Also I’d just like to say there is no Roman hate here! He’s kinda viewed as the bad guy in this but I promise I love him plz don’t come after me)

“Hi!” you pop up next to Roman, waving to Thomas. Everyone jumps, but you’re so happy to actually be here that you don’t mind their intense reaction. Deceit’s done a great job at hiding you for years, and you’re finally getting to reveal your existence.

You represent Thomas’s pride. You’re not really either a light or dark side, since pride can be used in so many different ways. Pride can be used for good, such as when Thomas is confident in his achievements, ideas, and sexuality. But if it gets too strong, it can become an issue. Excessive pride can lead to being self-absorbed, insensitive, and arrogant, and unfortunately that may be the reason you’re here.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Thomas asks.

“I’m your pride!” you grin. “But you can just call be Y/N,”

Roman looks you up and down, “But, why are you-?”

“A girl? I just felt like presenting myself this way. Do you need me to change?”

“No, no, of course not! We can sing Disney duets together!” You and Roman immediately start singing “A Whole New World.”

Virgil rolls his eyes.

Thomas stares in disbelief, “I’m still confused, why are you here? Where did you come from?”

“You tell me, Thomas,” you laugh, continuing to sing with Roman.

“Did you guys know about her?”

“Not particularly, no,” Logan and the other sides shake their heads.

“Virgil? Is she another dark side?”

“Not exactly,” he sighs. “But I- I should’ve been able to stop her,”

“Why?”

“Yeah, why, Virgil?” your singing stops and you meet his gaze.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to balance out Thomas’s ego with self-consciousness and insecurity,”

“Who needs that,” Roman scoffs.

“Actually, he does need it,” Logan corrects, pulling up a chart. “Think of it as a modified Yerkes-Dodson curve. With anxiety, one side of the extreme is complete carelessness, and the other is full-on panic. With pride, one side would be self-loathing, and the other would be narcissism. Ideally, everyone should be in the middle, having confidence in yourself but not so much that you become ignorant or put others down,”

“Is she here because…I’m on the second side?”

“Oh no…” Patton mumbles.

“Nonsense! I see nothing wrong with Y/N being here,” Roman objects, draping an arm around your shoulders. Virgil cringes a bit.

“Technically, Roman is correct,” Logan admits hesitantly. “As long as you don’t listen to her excessively, nothing detrimental will come of her presence,”

“Okay…” Thomas exhales.

“Her getting too close to Roman is what you really need to worry about,” Virgil grumbles.

“Hey! I thought you guys were past this?”

“Maybe not,”

“Well fine, Virgil, we’ll go if you have such a big problem with us,” Roman sneers, taking your hand and sinking down.

Over the next few weeks, you and Roman have become best friends. You’ve written approximately 15 musicals together now, sung every single Disney song multiple times, and have brainstormed millions of ideas on how to help Thomas achieve his dreams in the most extravagant way possible.

“I don’t know how much longer I can take this obnoxious behavior,” Logan closes his book and slams it on the table. You and Roman are very loudly reenacting Hamilton in his room at the moment, and the noise is filling the entire mind palace.

“They’re just having fun, Logan!” Patton shrugs, playing some Go Fish with Virgil.

“Come on, Patton, you know Roman’s just going to corrupt her,” Virgil groans.

“Now, Virgil, I may have had my doubts before but there’s no need to be mean,”

“I’ve had it,” Logan stands up and stomps over to Roman’s door. “CAN I PLEASE HAVE SOME PEACE AND QUIET FOR THIRTY MINUTES?!”

With that, no one so much as breathes loudly for the rest of the day.

It’s probably way past midnight now, but you still can’t sleep. You head to the kitchen to grab a snack, jumping when you see Virgil there as well.

“What are you doing here?” you shriek.

“I could ask you the same thing,”

“I suppose so,” you grin, hoisting yourself up to sit on the counter. “I guess I wouldn’t mind the company,”

“I usually come down here to be alone,”

“Look, I know you hate me, but you could just kindly ask me to leave,”

“I don’t hate you,”

“You don’t?”

“No!” he sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Are you really so self-absorbed that you think if people aren’t all over you they hate you?”

“Excuse me?” you shoot back. “I’m pretty sure you directly said you didn’t want me around!”

“I did not say that. I said you need to be under control, and teaming up with Roman is not going to help that,”

“What’s wrong with Roman?”

“Can’t you see he’s using you? He only likes you because you’re so similar and you can sing princess songs with him!”

“And how is that bad, exactly?” you retaliate. “He’s the only one who’s been nice to me since I got here, so sorry if my choice in friends isn’t to your standards,”

“It’s just-“

“You know what, Virgil? I really thought we would get along. We both have the capacity for good and evil, and we both help to balance Thomas out. We have a lot more in common than you think,” you slide off the counter and walk out.

You and Virgil don’t speak for a while after that. Not that you talked a lot before, but that fight really solidified things. You can’t even make eye contact with each other, it’s like you’re not even there.

Roman keeps asking you what’s wrong, but you just shrug him off. How are you supposed to tell him that he’s part of the problem? That maybe if you weren’t so close, Virgil would consider talking to you?

You never meant any harm when you revealed yourself. You really thought you’d be able to get along with all the sides, but it seems that Roman’s the only one who celebrates who you are. Logan barely tolerates you, and that’s only when you’re not being obnoxious with Roman. Patton’s alright with you, but he gets a little jittery if you suggest anything that compromises his morals. And then there’s Virgil, and you know how that’s going.

You don’t really feel like you have to apologize, it’s not in your nature anyway, but you’re sick of having to avoid him all the time now. You need to talk to him again whether he likes it or not.

You swing open the door to his room without knocking and sit on the bed, “Hi,”

“Is privacy just something you don’t understand?”

“It appears so,” you laugh. “Look Virgil, I know you’re mad at me, and honestly I’m mad at you too, but I don’t want to be anymore,” You take a deep breath, “I like you. I wish we had a better start, but I’m willing to start over,”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes,” you scoot closer to him. “And I told Roman to leave us alone for the rest of the day, so don’t worry about him,”

“You didn’t have to do that,”

“I know I didn’t. But I did. So do you want to hang out or not?”

“I guess so-“ before he can finish, you grab his hand and drag him out of his room to the main area of the mind palace.

“You pick a movie, I’m gonna go steal some of Patton’s cookies,” Virgil watches you, stunned, before flopping on the couch and scrolling through the selection. He starts one as you sit down next to him, handing him some cookies.

“Just want to make sure, you actually want to hang out with me?”

“Yes, Virgil. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have asked,” you drape a blanket over the two of you and settle in.

As the movie goes on, you subconsciously rest your head on his shoulder. He stiffens immediately and you jerk back up.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry-“

“N-no, it’s fine,” he releases his breath. “I’m just…not used to people doing that,”

By the time the movie’s over, you’re fully asleep and Virgil freezes again, unsure what to do. Should he carry you to your room? Leave you here to sleep? Wake you up?

He slowly wraps his arms around your waist and lies down with you, being careful not to make any sudden movements. Despite his efforts, you squirm a bit in your sleep, but thankfully you don’t open your eyes. He fits his chin in the crook of your neck and dozes off himself.

He knows you didn’t have to give him a second chance, but you did. You were right, you weren’t so different after all, and he’ll always be thankful for the opportunity to be something more to you.

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ohhellnowhy · 4 years

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Happy Birthday, Sammy.

In honour of Sam Winchester’s birthday, I decided to write some smut for him. Thought I’d start off my blog with a lil present. Plz be nice, it’s only my first smut, and constructive criticism and comments are always welcomed! Go for a request if you want one. I’ve got a couple more posts planned but if y’all request something I’m more likely to write!

Please reblog with credit and don’t repost without my permission onto other sites. The AO3 post: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23993437

Sam x Reader: smut, swearing, slightly Dom!Sam, restraints.

I woke up slightly groggily next to Sam. It was crazy sometimes, how he was so warm, despite me being on the other side of the bed and barely touching him. But what was a little strange was waking up next to him. Usually, Sam would’ve been up and out for his run by now, maybe even back by the time I’d awoken, but Sam, Dean and I had been out for a relatively taxing hunt and drove back to the bunker more or less immediately after getting the job done. So Sam was particularly sleepy today and wouldn’t go on a run until later.

Glancing at the time, I saw it was 09:03. A strange time for me to be up and Sam not to be. Then the realisation dawned. Today was May 2nd; Sam’s birthday. I figured my subconscious must have made me wake up earlier so I could put my plans into action. Oh, and boy, did I have plans.

Part 1: Birthday wake-up blowjob.

Smirking almost evilly, I slowly peeled back the covers from the both of us and positioned myself just next to his crotch. I then palmed his cock through his boxers, noticing the morning wood that was slightly growing beforehand, whilst slowly edging the underwear down. Sam groaned above me, but not waking up yet. Once the boxers were down enough, I started softly stroking him enough for him to get harder, but only slowly so he wouldn’t wake up before the best bit. Sam was still making some happy noises, now a little bit louder and complimented by a little bit of squirming.

It was the perfect time to engulf his cock with my mouth, and Sam shot awake with a deep groan. “Ah, SHIT, (Y/N). That’s a wonderful wake up call.” I looked back up at him and hollowed my cheeks, sucking with earnest. I bobbed my head up and down his length, drawing stifled groans from the glorious, messy man above me. I flicked my tongue over the head of his dick, making him thrust up into my mouth which consequently made me gag. Trying to suppress the reflex, I took him down further into my throat. “Oh, God, (Y/N), I’m gonna-” With the obvious statement he was making, I cupped his balls and circled his cock with my tongue, swallowing around him as he came. Once I swallowed all his cum, I sat back up to give him a quick peck on the lips.

“Happy Birthday, Sammy.” Once he got his breath together, he actually formulated a coherent response. “Oh, yeah. I sorta forgot about that.”

“How do you forget your own birthday?” I questioned, looking at him incredulously. “Well, we never really celebrated birthdays.” He shrugged. “I guess there always seemed to be more important things to focus on.”

“And that attitude is why I’m making your birthdays more important to you. They’re good milestones and an excuse to have fun. Remember Dean’s birthday this year? Wasn’t it fun to just get away from hunting a little bit and enjoy quality time?” He sighed. admitting defeat. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” We then sat and just held each other for a bit, talking about just whatever we wanted for an hour or two. “Thank you for the wake up by the way. We need to have morning sex more often.”

“I totally agree with you. We don’t do it nearly enough - barely ever.” With that, he captured my lips with his, tenderly and sloppily making out. He started to grab my ass, trying to pull my shorts down but I cut him off. “Nuh-uh. We’ve got other plans today. Why don’t you go for your run first?” He whined, trying to give me the puppy dog eyes but I resisted. “Nope. You want me to get you anything from the kitchen before you go out?” Sam sighed, knowing that once I knew for certain I was going to do something, I wasn’t ever giving up. “Can I get an apple and a bottle of water please?”

“Sure thing.” I smirked, getting out of bed and walking to the kitchen to retrieve the requested items. Dean was also in the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes from breakfast. “Hey, Dean, Sam’s off out for his run - we’ve got to start now.” With that, he strode out of the kitchen to get Jack and Cas for the preparation. I grabbed the apple and a bottle of water from the fridge - Sam always had cold bottles of water kept in the fridge for quickness - and met Sam on his way out. “Thanks, Babe.” He said, giving me a quick kiss before heading out.

It was time for Part 2: Just a Small Birthday Party

Once the rest were assembled in the kitchen, I set out tasks. “Dean and Cas - you’re in charge of the decorations. We need some in here and around the map room. Jack - we’re gonna do the cake. Decorations are in my old room. Go.”

Dean and Cas scurried off, realising they were time limited. Jack got the ingredients out and measured them whilst I got the utensils and the like out and started preparing. Jack was watching my baking intently, clearly wanting to learn something as interesting and delicious as this. I narrated what I was doing, with reasons as to why with my limited knowledge. I wasn’t the best baker in the world, but every now and then I did something that surprised the Winchesters. Soon, the cake was in the oven, and Dean and Cas were already pretty much finished in all the rooms. Jack and I cleaned up the baking mess (complete with licking the spare batter off the spoons and whisks) and started preparing the decorations for the cake and making other foods. Dean was cooking gourmet burgers and homemade chips - he actually had quite the affinity for cooking and had more time to perfect it once they’d moved into the bunker.

Just as Jack and I were about to decorate the cake, Cas came rushing in to tell us he heard one of the garage doors closing, meaning Sam must be back. I told Cas to take over what I was doing with Jack whilst I distracted Sam for just a little while longer until we were ready. Coming into our shared bedroom to see Sam stripping out of his workout clothes, I tempted him with the prospect of us showering together and another blowjob. He took the bait and we very much enjoyed the bunker’s long-lasting hot water and stable water pressure.

Once we were cleaned up, I noticed Dean had shot me a text saying they were ready. “Hey, Sam, I think Dean’s cooking those nice burgers we get from the butcher’s - you up for food?” Hearing his stomach grumble, he shot me a look that said it all.

A little nervous, Sam and I wandered towards the kitchen. Turning on the lights, which he seemed confused at as to why they were off, Jack, Cas and Dean stood up to shout “SURPRISE!” along with me behind him. Jack and Dean joking pulled some party poppers as Sam took in some decorations. A banner that stated “Happy Birthday!” In a surprisingly nice, simple colour was strung above the table, with a few more obnoxiously stereotypical balloons in one corner and some presents wrapped near them. “Aw, thanks guys! You didn’t have to do this for me.” Dean spoke first, joking that his little brother was “-getting older by the minute so they had to stave off the grumpiness as long as possible.” He also revealed the burgers he was cooking with an assortment of sides and fillings available. We all served up our lunches and cracked open a beer each.

As we ate lunch, we talked about all sorts; Dean’s surprisingly good cooking, Cas eating on a rare occasion, retelling old stories and teasing at embarrassing moments - we were all content and having a good time. Jack and I dumped the dishes in the sink to tend to later as we brought out the cake and Jack lit all the candles for us. He cut the lights as I carried the cake to the table and decided not to sing happy birthday as only Dean and I knew the song and it would only be awkward otherwise. “Make a wish!” I said as Sam blew out his candles, Cas then questioning these strange human customs moments later. Sam cut some cake for us all and the others appreciated my baking skills.

“Okay, time for presents!” Dean announced, taking the whole pile of gifts and dumping them on the table just as Cas cleaned the rest of the plates away. The first was from Cas - neatly wrapped were some old lore books that, somehow, the Winchesters had never got their hands on before yet Castiel somehow did. Jack had gotten Sam a plaid shirt and a big photo album with a few old photos he got from Dean and some more recent ones that had been taken on various occasions - but there was still lots of room for more. I gave Sam a box of chocolates and a couple of fiction books Sam had been meaning to read for a long time but he had just never got round to. Finally came Dean’s gift; a pair of Lycra shorts and other pretentious but cheap workout clothing that were just utterly ridiculous. But then in all seriousness Dean handed Sam a box that, once unwrapped, revealed a new tablet. Sam was particularly ecstatic with this gift, but then he profusely thanked us all again for the presents. Jack went on with washing the dishes (with angel powers) whilst Dean and Cas cleared up some rubbish from the unwrapping.

I helped Sam carry the presents to his room. As he bent over to put the new shirt in one of his drawers, I came up behind him and snaked my arms around his waist and propped my head up on his shoulder. “Ya know, those chocolates and the books weren’t the only presents you’re receiving from me today.” He turned around to face me and smirked knowingly. “Oh? And what would be the other present?”

“Let me show you.”

I grabbed a bag hidden in the wardrobe, and dashed off to the bathroom to change.

The last part - Part 3: Amazing Birthday Sex.

Sam’s POV

Waiting in anticipation, I thought I knew what to expect but I also didn’t. I presumed it was birthday sex or some variation thereof, but whatever twist (Y/N) was putting on it I couldn’t tell. I was snapped out of my thoughts by a text I’d just received - from Dean. It read:

Me, Cas and Jack are off to a hunt in Washington - leaving you two to have some alone time. It should be a pretty simple hunt, but we’ll be about 3 days. I’ll only call if it’s desperate. Stay safe and have fun, birthday brother ;)

I sent back a quick, thankful reply as I realised (Y/N) had planned all of this. The sly, stunning dog had planned this all out and roped the rest of them in aswell. Not that I was complaining, simply noticing the effort (Y/N) had put into this. God, she was amazing; on every single level.

Speaking of the devil, she sauntered in at that point, looking absolutely delicious on every level. She wore a red, lacy matching set of lingerie that made me almost drool at the sight of her. Her cleavage displayed perfectly and teasingly as it was framed by her bra, and the completely lace panties accentuating her figure in the best possible way. “Like what you see?” She said tauntingly, one hip cocked out sassily. “Oh, fuck yeah.” I replied, striding purposefully over and crashing my lips into hers, holding her face in my hands.

She pulled away and said: “Hang on. I’ve got something else for you.” (Y/N) told me to sit on the edge of the bed, hold out my hands and close my eyes. I then felt her sat on the bead, nearer to the headrest but then lent forward to place two objects in my hands. Before I could try to assess what they were by touch alone, she said I could open my eyes. I immediately looked down to see a pair of leather-lined handcuffs and a long, silk rectangle of fabric. It was obvious what they were for. “You want me to use these on you?”

“You can do whatever you want with them. The control’s all on you, birthday boy.”

I groaned at all the filthy thoughts running a millions miles an hour through my head and almost leapt on (Y/N) to kiss her. I positioned her to lay beneath me, her starting to unfasten the buttons on my shirt. Bringing up her wrists to the headboard, I scolded her gently. “Ah, ah ah.” I stopped her, fastening her hands together with the handcuffs, attaching them to the headboard so she was stuck in one position.

“The control’s all on me, little girl.”

She let out a shaky breath at this.

We both knew it was going to be one hell of a night.

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader smut #dean winchester #castiel #jack kline #dom!sam #handcuffs #happy birthday sam winchester #smut #why i am like this #whyyyy

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kamino-ink · 5 years

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Burn | Seo Changbin

genre ⌁ vampire!au, supernatural!au, gothic horror, angst,,, angst,,, kinda fluff lmao

summary ⌁ your little brother, full of pure innocence and blooming life, was kidnapped by a cult on a remote island - your deadbeat dad doesn’t care to pay the ransom, leaving you to even make sure jeongin is still alive so you can rescue him. the cult is strange, but what’s even stranger is one of the oldest members of it - a mysterious man by the name of seo changbin.

word count ⌁ 8.3k

warning ⌁ violent at times, blood, - I mean it’s inspired by Apostle (great movie it’s on Netflix plz watch it 11/10)

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Luggage was a pain in the ass, to put it simply. You were forced to rummage through your closet for clothes decent enough for a destination you weren’t even sure had a proper weather broadcasting system - would it be a spot of frequent storms, or would it be covered in the shadows of thick clouds while the sun peeked weakly over the horizon? The problems of travelling to a remote island in, essentially, the middle of nowhere were agonizingly obnoxious and cruel.

And having to carry the somewhat heavy bag all the way through the main hub of town, where most everyone recognized your face in seconds? That was pure hell - most of the time. Though, considering the circumstances in which you were leaving, the people who would probably question your motives for leaving town stood idly by on the sidewalk, watching you pass by their shadows silently. Everyone knew why you were leaving, though they didn’t expect for you to come back... alive, that is.

“Please put your bags aside and hand us your tickets for the ship. Once we clear you, please go below deck and take a seat. We are scheduled to leave in about an hour.”

Your solemn gaze lifts from the wooden panels of the dock at the bay, drifting towards the older gentleman stood by a shattered post that tied the small carrier vessel to the docks. His lips were curled into an oddly bright smile as he dutifully started to scan the tickets of each boarding individual, as if he was looking for something.

Shit.

You glanced down at your cream colored ticket, comparing it to the one the man in front of you was holding loosely behind his back. While his was quite normal in appearance, sporting the same cream color and signatures, yours had a red stamp on the bottom right corner - it was the symbol of your family name, which was always stamped onto official certificates since your family name was the one that kept the town running. Having your father as mayor was not working out for you.

As if some other deity was looking out for your own well being, the woman behind you for some reason decided she had to shuffle through her luggage a couple feet away - though she clumsily dropped the papers she’d been holding under her arm.

“Here, let me help.” You offer to the brunette, startling her after you’d quietly crouched down beside her arched back.

“Thank you, mam - I accidently stuffed my cash into a pocket. I’m going to try and make a good first impression by tipping all of the staff.” She explains to you, a complete and utter stranger who is likely about to ruin any chance of her being treated as an equal on the island. Her airy voice rang in your ears as she continued to babble on and on about how excited she was to leave the mainland and join the island colony, something about her husband dying years ago and how she found solace in their scriptures.

Well, it appears as if you were just another hurdle in her life. Since her attention was solely on finding the green wads of cash in her suitcase, the frail woman didn't even seem to notice that her ticket had been snagged under her shoe. You hoped that she wouldn’t notice how you leaned in just a bit closer, your hand going to quickly tug the slip of paper from under her foot; you switched it with your own, holding it and waiting for her to be done.

She thanks you warmly, graciously taking what is technically your ticket before she gets back in line. Now feeling a bit more safe, you can only pray that nothing goes wrong when you calmly hand the switched ticket to the gentleman clad in a blue dress shirt and black pants. A droplet of beaded sweat dribbled down the back of your neck as you waited patiently for him to give you passage - what if you were found out? What then? Would you ever get to see your brother again-?

“Alright mam, you’re free to board the ship. Please make sure to keep hold of your luggage during the trip.”

You were free to go. After this ship ride to the island, you’d finally be able to start the hunt for your little brother.

You had to find him.

The island wasn’t as beautiful as you had been expecting it to be. Then again, you weren’t quite sure how to picture a cult running a colony all on their own.

The coastline was small, just barely enough sand for more than four people to stand on at a time before they had to be sent uphill. The rest of the island’s otherwise sandy blemish held pillars of cracked stone, creating a sort of eerie gray wall around the bottom section of the island itself.

The soles of your shoes sink into the grainy yellow sand as you step off of the pathetic excuse of a dock, your long trousers just short enough to not brush against the sand. Unlike most of the other passengers, you’d packed everything messily into a bag you could sling over your shoulders - which you silently patted yourself on the back for while watching as the first four struggled to roll their suitcases uphill or carry the weight of their luggage with their fingers. For a brief moment, you forget of the ticket swap, heading towards the end of the coastline towards a path of grass that led farther up the hill. Then, you look back for just a split second.

The woman you’d switched tickets with is being held back from the crowd of new arrivals by the entire crew from the ship, the pack of them surrounding her frail figure.

There was no time to feel guilty - you had done what you needed to do.

Choosing to brush off any hint of guilt or pity for the widowed woman, you make your way up the hill until you’re stood beside one of the other passengers, a burly, plump man with a skewed mustache that oddly resembled a rat’s tail. Just ahead was the village, with young children running amuck and laughing freely, their parents busying themselves by doing laundry outside or chopping firewood. Not one person there seemed remotely interested in any of the new arrivals, though you didn't think it was too big of a deal. The less attention you could draw to yourself, the better.

Eventually someone led your group of about nine people further into the village, mentioning how the church was at the very end of the stone path and the trading market had been closed down for a short while - although he neglected to explain why. Right in front of their church there was an older man with brown hair sat at a table, a single paper and pen resting neatly on it’s surface.

“This is where you’ll tell our village leader, Junmyeon, your names and he’ll give you the keys to your rooms. Since you’re all new, you’ll be group together in a bunker of sorts - don’t worry though, you’ll be able to have your own homes soon enough.” The man hummed, gesturing for the first person to approach the leader waiting patiently at his post.

Without thinking you step forward, not expressing any emotion as you come to the edge of the table where the leader was waiting. He looked up at you briefly, making eye contact before he grabbed his pen and started to ask questions. “What is your name?”

“Y/N.”

“No last name?”

“I was in an orphanage, sir. My caregivers never told me of my surname, nor did I ever try to find it.” That little comment wasn’t too much of a lie, in all honesty - for a good majority of your life, you’d been holed up in a pathetic orphanage that didn't even have running water. Even now, as young adult, you never knew what your surname from birth had been; you’d taken the name Yang from your father, instead.

Junmyeon nods in silence, not opting to pry further into your life story. “What can you provide for us, miss? We already have many women who do the cooking and cleaning-”

“I can chop firewood or do construction.” You interrupt, “I am a working woman, sir. I can handle labor.”

He pauses, quirking an eyebrow in fascination. All the other women, while extremely intelligent and hard workers, tended to choose work such as laundry or cooking simply so they could be closer to home with their children. “I can’t guarantee you’ll get a spot, but... I can have Kris evaluate how well you do with it all tomorrow.” Junmyeon slides one of the keys from the pile across the table, the dingy golden material scrapping a bit on the rough surface. “This is for the last room on the right. After you get settled, I might suggest getting to know some of the other townspeople or relaxing, as tomorrow will be the start of seeing how well you work.”

“Thank you, sir.” You utter quietly, turning your back to him.

“No - thank you, miss Y/N. Welcome to your new home.”

You had concluded with very little hesitation that this place was entirely, one-hundred percent - almost normal.

At first, mostly due to your inner rage and turmoil of knowing your brother was being kept captive somewhere on this god forsaken island, you has assumed that the cultists residing in the quaint but bustling village would be like those you read about in the storybooks your father kept in his study for church. The words scrawled along the thick paper of the books would describe in horrifying detail how cultists of any kind would make inhumane sacrifices to their deities; from cutting off the heads of lambs to burning babies alive while they chanted haunting mantras into the night sky.

But... that didn't seem to be the case at all.

Everyone was friendly, not one shrouded soul of anger in their midst. Many of the women in the village had made it their duty to approach you first and make good will with you, helping you adjust to life on the remote island by cooking you meals and offering to sew you new garments. One of the women, well, girls - her name was Yeri, and she was maybe a year or two younger than yourself. Each morning for the next five days she would make sure that you got out of bed and went to work (which had been approved of by the second leader, Kris) as you had a very close bond with your bed; mainly in which you never wanted to leave.

She was Jeongin’s age, too. Every time she’d make a silly joke or play an innocent prank on one of the older women, you’d be reminded of why you’d even come here in the first place; to find your brother - hopefully alive and well.

Though, one thing you had learned very quickly was that the village was not doing too well. Their crops would leak a sickly black goo sometimes, and a majority of their livestock would mysteriously die in the middle of the night when no one was allowed out of their rooms. You’d easily figured out that the whole ransom issue was brought on by their lack of supplies and goods, but of course that didn’t convince you to pity them any further.

“Y/N? Aren’t you going to eat?”

You’re snapped out of your inner monologue by Yeri, the blonde haired girl tilting her head cutely to the side in amusement. The wooden spoon held between your fingers was lifted almost instinctively up to your chapped lips at her question, as if to reassure the younger girl that you hadn’t forgotten about your meal. “Sorry, I suppose I dozed off.” You hum, quirking an eyebrow when an all too mischievous smile starts to work its way onto her pink lips.

“You’ve been staring at him for at least two minutes, obviously you dozed off!”

“I was not staring at anyone-”

“Yes you were, Y/N! Now he’s staring at you, too.” A giggle escapes her lips as she discretely points across the front of her porch, directly towards the hut across from her own. Your eyes drift over to the hut, only to make sudden eye contact with a man donning a long black trench coat and beige trousers. His hair was slicked into a strange hairdo you had never seen a man sport before, part of the curled fringe swaying in the gentle wind. His eyes seem to almost glisten in the sunlight, appearing almost... red.

And then he turns away, walking back into what you can only assume is his hut.

You're not sure why, but small flurries of goosebumps had dotted your skin after the eye contact had been broken. You choose to ignore the chill that ran up your spine, instead glancing back over to a now widely grinning Yeri. “Who - who was that? I don’t think I’ve seen him before.”

“Hm? Oh-! That’s Seo Changbin, he was one of the first people to come here about... I believe three years ago?”

“Three years? He doesn’t look a day over twenty.”

“I don’t know, honestly. Apparently he came here when he was about seventeen.”

You nod in understanding, turning your attention back to the bowl of soup that was only growing colder the longer you waited to finish it. As you lift the spoon back to your waiting lips once more, you swear that you spot a flash of red eyes staring you down from inside the hut the man had gone into.

Still you ignore it, sipping on your soup before it was time to go back to work.

“You’re miss... Y/N, correct?”

You just about jump out of your skin at the intrusion of someone's voice, low and raspy right beside you. With a turn of your head you recognize the man from before - Changbin. “Y-yes, sir. Can I... help you with anything?” The question slips past your lips easily, wondering if he was going to ask why you’d been subconsciously eyeing him down the other week.

For some reason the man, not too much taller than you, grabs onto your shoulder and tugs you closer - to the point your chest is almost pressed against his own. Your eyes widen in shock, but he doesn’t seem to care; too focused on looking around to see if anyone was paying too much attention to the pair of you nearly inches apart. He leans down suddenly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “You would do well to inform me as to why you haven’t been participating in the bloodletting, doll. I am well aware that you’ve been taking blood from Kevin Moon’s jar.”

Fuck, the bloodletting.

Since this entire colony was founded upon the belief of some otherworldly deity, the townspeople had to pay their respects somehow - and in this case, they would spill some of their own blood into mason jars once a week each Sunday and place them outside of their doors, presumably so that they could offer their blood to their god.

You... really didn't care much for their beliefs; one, because they were a goddamn cult, and two, because you believed in the supernatural before you would a bloody god. And the man was right, you’d been pouring some of your neighbor’s blood into your jar so you wouldn't have to use your own.

“How - you have no proof, sir.” You object tersely after a moment of stunned silence. Yet he remains authentically calm, his eyes narrowed into slits as he slowly pulls his head back from beside yours.

“Proof? Doll, I have proof that you’re Yang Jeongin’s darling big sister - would be quite a shame if Junmyeon, Kris, or Minseok found out.” He hisses, as if he was growing impatient. “Do you understand the gravity of your situation, Yang Y/N? One slip up and you could be set to be purified tonight.”

You can feel them, the hint of tears starting to pool into the corners of your shaking eyes. How? How had you been found out? Were you too careless? Was Changbin just that good and deduced that the woman you’d switched tickets with was the innocent one in all of this? “I - please, sir, I just want my little brother back home - I beg you, don't say anything!”

Not once did you ever picture yourself close to tears, bowing to a man you barely knew and begging for him to have mercy on you - or rather, Jeongin.

“If you could let me finish, doll, you’d know that I have no intention of outing your sins to those men.” He murmurs, furrowing his brows in surprise when you make a move and there’s a sharp blade at his throat within seconds, just before he’d finished talking. “You couldn’t hurt me even if you tried - not with that pathetic blade, that is. Smart, though.”

“Should you plan to keep my secret then that must mean you want something in return. Not to offend you sir, but I won’t be on my knees for a man like this.” You grovel to him, a bit of confusion squandering your brain at how he hadn't flinched or made a move to push you away.

“While you are... extremely attractive, miss Y/N, I’m afraid that I am a good man and wouldn't ask for something so - risqué.” The dark haired man snorts, a hint of amusement painting his soft chuckle before he spoke again. “Keep that pesky blade at my throat if you might feel more comfortable, but all I ask of you is to follow me into the woods. There’s something I think you might want to see for yourself, and it involves your little brother.”

Now that caught your attention.

“Show me, now.”

“Whatever you say, doll. Come along then, we need to stay out of sight...”

You felt like you had been walking for hours, with Changbin ahead of you just by a couple feet. Your shoes crunched against the orange and yellow leaves scattered across the grassy ground of the dense woodland, the moon slowly becoming more prominent through the treetops as the sky began to grow darker.

“Stop here. Don’t make a sound.” Changbin instructs you out of nowhere before crouching down towards the ground, seemingly shifting through the grass and colored leaves until he grabbed what looked to be a stone. You do as he advices, stopping completely in your tracks.

His fingers grip tightly onto the gray stone in the palm of his hand, then he’s pulling his hand back and throwing the stone towards a tree trunk a few feet away. Within seconds of the stone hitting the bark covered trunk and making a loud bang, you hear another set of feet walking close by.

From behind a tree not too far away from where the two of you stood in utter silence emerged a grotesque figure - if you could even call it that. The body, which was absolutely torn to shreds with dead skin hanging from the bones and loose organs shifting around in its gut, lurched to where the sound had come from. A bag had been tightly tied over the thing’s head, effectively covering its likely mutilated face.

Changbin makes a sign for you to wait when he goes back to crouching where he had been just moments ago. The grass was suddenly pulled from the ground up, stuck to the top of a panel that he’d lifted up quietly. He gestures for you to go in, which you do, albeit with a bit of reluctance. You soundlessly drop down into what appears to be a short tunnel, at the end of it there was an oddly warm light seeping into the otherwise pitch black area.

“Sorry about that little fright back there,” Changbin mutters apologetically after he’d dropped down beside you, making sure the rusty ladder hadn't broken off the rocky crevice before he goes to stand in front of you yet again, “usually I can detect when it’s around - I suppose I got distracted.” This time he glances over at you quickly, reaching down to grab your wrist with his own cold fingers.

“What you’re about to see may feel... fake, or strange at first. But if you want your brother back you’re going to have to trust me on this entire thing.”

A soft noise of agreement bubbles from between your lips, knowing that you didn’t have much of a choice since he knew of your deadly secret. Seemingly satisfied with your consent, the man leads you through the thin tunnel and makes sure that neither of you accidently bump into a sharp rock jutting out of the walls. You eventually reach the end of the tunnel that seems to round out at the end into a cavern of sorts, Changbin’s grip tightening slightly on your wrist as if he was... worried.

When you walk inside the dimply lit cavern, you immediately understand why he had given you a bit of forewarning beforehand.

The wall to the left was drowning in dying vegetation, sickly looking vines tinted an ugly gray color drooping from various cracks in the stone. A patch of once beautiful red roses hung to the cold floor, their shaky petals close to dust as they brushed against the ground with even the smallest of breaths. In the center of if all was a deathly looking boy - he couldn’t have been any older than Jeongin and Yeri, at least by much.

His hair was an odd mix of faded orange and gray, dust riddling the top of his head like a powdered wig. His cheeks were stained with a thick layer of grime that hid what appeared to be little brown dots spread all across his nose. The corners of the boy’s lips were curled down, dried blood crusting over the chapped pink skin of his mouth.

“C-Changbin-” You start to whisper in concern for the boy, wanting desperately to rip the plants off of his skin and rid him of all the disgusting grime riddling his body.

The man shakes his head, letting go of your wrist as he takes a step closer to the boy, who clearly reacts to his presence and lets out a soft whine that makes you want to cry in sympathy. “This... this is their so called god. He was - part of my clan, but one day he and one of the other younger fledglings decided that they wanted to travel the world. They swore to keep in contact, but we never heard from them again - even after two years.”

He goes to crouch in front of the boy who he knew, grimacing at his disheveled state. “Felix is his name. Jisung went with him, though I can only guess he died a long time ago, as Felix chooses not to speak of him at all. Before all of us could leave to search for the boys together, another clan attacked and destroyed our homes. I watched my only friends burn alive as they told me to run and find our boys.”

“It took me about a year to find out that Felix had purchased a boat at the same dock you came from - it’s the only one those bastards use. I bought one as well, only to come here and find a shitty cult worshiping the corpse of my friend. Course they don’t realize that feeding him so much blood at once is only making him weaker, nor do they realize that he’s just a simple boy - not a god.”

The boy, Felix, lets out what sounds like a strained growl at Changbin’s last statement, causing him to roll his eyes. “You may believe that you’ve been blessed by a goddess, Lix, but there is no god here. There never has been, nor will there ever be.”

“Why can’t you just... take him away?” You ask almost inaudibly.

“Trust me, I’ve been trying to for years now. I don’t know why, but if he leaves this cave then he starts to - to burn alive.” Changbin explains gruffly, standing from his previous position on the floor to stand by Felix’s side. “Mixing so many different blood types together and forcing him to drink it all at once is toxic to our system. There’s only so much our bodies can take. Only reason this kid is still alive is because I help him.”

Mixed blood types? Fledglings and clans? Helping him?

“Changbin, what - holy shit!” You nearly choke on your own breath at the sight of the man leaning down to Felix’s shoulder and sinking his teeth - no, his fangs into the boy’s graying skin. As if paralyzed in shock, you can’t move your body or your stunned gaze away, quite literally forcing yourself to keep watching as Changbin… drains blood from Felix’s body.

When he pulls away, pearly white fangs now dripping with bright red blood, you’re quick to notice how the frail boy’s skin starts to become a bit more noticeable and clear, as if the green and black grime was slipping off of him. His hair was no mostly orange, albeit still faded, but there wasn’t any speck of gray or dust on his head. The brown spots spread across his cheeks and nose like little constellations were much more noticeable now, shining in the dim streaks of light from the single lantern hung on a crevice.

“I take some of the blood those bastards force him to drink so that he can live even a little bit longer... I once asked him if I could just, you know...” He starts to choke up a bit, clueing you in on what he’d been suggesting. Without thinking about the fact that you’d just witnessed the man drinking blood from another person, you step close to him and comfortingly place a hand on his tense shoulder, to which he relaxes just a little. “But Lix refused, said he’d haunt me if I killed him before he decided it was his time to go. He says that he needs to wait for something, and this is where Jeongin is involved.”

Your gaze meets the otherwise mute boy still tangled in the vegetation, which has now started to bloom again in light of being relieved of the blood. “... I’m listening.”

“Felix says that he can sense everyone, up there, that is. He can tell that Jeongin is pure - so pure that his blood can heal this place, the island. I don’t know why Lix wants to wait, in all honesty, but... because your brother’s blood is essentially pure, a vampire would have to have the human’s consent before drinking their blood if they wanted to use that healing power for themselves.”

Oh right, they’re vampires.

“I know I won’t be able to convince your brother to help Felix on my own - hell I can’t rescue him by myself. He’s trapped in the church cellar, and I... can’t go in, for obvious reasons,” he sighed, running his fingers through is slicked back hair, “we can help each other, Y/N. We get your brother out, get him to feed Felix some of his blood, and my friend can finally rest. Please, for the boys.”

Save Jeongin, help a vampire’s other vampire friend by feeding him your little brother’s blood, then leave.

“Jeongin will listen to me, I swear it. I’ll help you - and Felix.”

“I don’t understand why you won’t come with us, Changbin. We have a nice home in London with plenty of space.”

Changbin sighs softly at your confused pout, reaching over to ruffle your already messy head of hair in amusement. He pulls back to grab one of the tiny carrots off of his wooden plate, effectively shoving it between your lips as if to shut you up, much to your displeasure. “I - that does sound nice, doll, but since I’ve been feeding off of Felix who’s somehow connected to this damned island, I am also connected. I’ve tried to go with the other men to get supplies from the mainland, but my skin starts to burn and peel.” He mutters, his thin lips turning into a remorseful frown.

You wince at his sudden gloomy mood, chewing on the orange carrot before you place a hand on his thigh in comfort. “I’ll find a way to come back and take you home, I promise.”

“Home is wherever you are, doll.” The words slip through his lips with no hints of hesitation, surprising both of you to the point you’re positive your cheeks and his resemble that of a ripe tomato. “This place... it’s hell, and I don’t want you to stay any longer than you need to - or come back. When you and Jeongin leave they’ll know who you are; if you even took a step onto the docks ever again they’d spear you without blinking.”

“Enough of this depressing talk - let’s talk about the festival.” You respond after a moment of comfortable silence, leaning back against the wooden planks of the hut. Ever since the weeks had started to pass, you and Changbin had been devising a hopefully foolproof plan to rescue your brother and help Felix. Each passing hour, the church was guarded by two people in the front and with one guarding the door to the cellar where Jeongin was kept hidden away from the outside world. Since Changbin couldn’t step into the church himself, he had to create a plan where the guards would be gone long enough for you to sneak inside and free Jeongin - enter the festival.

At the last day of each month, the village would throw a giant festival to celebrate their god - Felix. What made you suspicious, though, was how the leaders were really pushing the success of this particular festival, especially since they’d been struggling to have a decent harvest and everyone had to ration the meat into thin slices that barely filled anyone up. Changbin guessed that they wanted to make sure everyone was in attendance so they could search the rooms of all the newcomers without arousing suspicion themselves.

It made sense, of course - but you’d fallen into a simple routine just like the other villagers; hell you’d moved in with Changbin after days of him insisting it was safer in case you were caught somehow. Having a vampire as your housemate was - oddly normal. He didn’t need to go prey on the villagers directly, as he got his blood supply from Felix, technically. It’s not like he was entirely different from a normal human much like yourself, although there were times where he would have to ask you to leave the room “because of your scent being too fucking strong,” whatever that meant.

“They’re going to be having two of the regular guards out front with them while they search the rooms. We should hopefully have at least thirty minutes to maybe an hour, if we’re lucky. I don’t know how you’re going to get past the guy by the cellar door, though...”

“I have a plan, don’t worry about it.” You reassure the quiet vampire, lowering your voice as a group of noisy kids starts to walk by the hut. “I can pick the lock on his chains and be out of there in just ten minutes, maybe fifteen if my plan doesn’t work. We need to think about how we’re going to sneak all the way to the docks.”

Changbin hums in agreement, crossing his arms over his chest as he thinks. “Most of them will be at the festival, of course, but we do need to be as careful as possible. I’ll be on the lookout for guards when we get there.”

“... I wish you could come with us, Changbin.” Your voice comes out a bit hoarse, raw emotion spilling into your words as you look over to the man with a somber gaze. He chuckles softly, going to wrap one of his arms around your shoulders, his cold touch comforting against your warm skin.

“So do I, doll. So do I.”

You weren’t too sure why you had to wear a dress to the festival - hell you were going to be leaving it as soon as Changbin gave you the signal. You look in the mirror with a huff, twirling around slightly and admiring the pretty dress clung to your body. Yeri had leant it to on behalf of her older sister, Irene, since the older woman had outgrown it over the years. It was quite cozy, being made of thicker material; faded yellow sunflowers decorated the cloth nicely, adding a pinch of uniqueness to the traditional dress.

“You look beautiful, doll.” Changbin tells you warmly as he steps into the bedroom, going to stand just inches behind you, his soft breathing fanning out onto the top of your head. He’s wearing a simple black suit with a yellow bowtie to match your dress color, the material a bit ruffled and loose on his body; though the look suited him quite well. His normally slicked back hair was allowed to breathe for once since you’d finally convinced him to “let the natural soft hair free.”

He looked good - too good.

“And you look dashing, Binnie.” You hum, snickering in amusement at how his nose scrunches in a playful annoyance.

“I told you to stop calling me that, doll,” he whines cutely, unbeknownst to himself as he drops his chin onto your shoulder, looking at your lonely reflection in the mirror, “I’m a creature of the night that feeds off of your kind’s blood, I shouldn’t have such silly petnames.”

“It’s adorable though, Binnie~ and you’re about as intimidating as a caterpillar, by the way.” You giggle.

He huffs in faux agitation, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Mm, you’re adorable.”

Your breath hitches in your throat at the compliment, and you just about choke on nothing when the vampire lets his sharp fangs trail across your neck down to your shoulder, all the way up to the strap of your dress. He repeats his actions when you say nothing in response, checking on your reflection in the mirror to make sure you aren’t showing signs of being uncomfortable; but this time around, he does it even slower and adds his lips into the mix. The sensation of his lips and fangs grazing your skin sends chills up your spine, the feeling something similar to euphoria.

You spin yourself around so that your face is now just an inch or two away from Changbin’s, the tables being turned when he seems to stutter a bit at your close proximity.

“Doll - I want to... to...” He tries to speak, though his small stutters are perfectly clear to you.

“Then do it, Changbin.” You urge him on quietly, blushing furiously when you feel his chilled fingertips dig into your hips through your dress.

“If I kiss you now, then I’ll be addicted, doll. I’ll be struggling to keep my hands off of you all night, and we have a job to do.” He breathes out against your lips, but you know full well he’s going to let it happen anyway by the way he leans in closer. “We might not see each other again after tonight, Y/N. Are you okay with that?”

“Of course not, Binnie. I want you to come home with us - but I will find a way to bring you back one day,” you say determinedly, shushing him when he begins to protest, “no - no arguments. Just... kiss me, please.”

“As you wish, doll.” He gulps, complying to your wish by finally closing the distance between your lips. His lips, much like the rest of his body, are frigid to the touch - but if anything it heightens the euphoric feeling more so than before, the way his cold lips move slowly against yours. Your hands find solace around his neck, with his fingertips still digging into your hips as if he’s trying to pull you even closer - it wasn't physically possible, but damn it all if he didn't try.

You stay like that for what feels like years, slowly kissing each other and occasionally fighting for dominance, with Changbin teasingly biting down on your sensitive lips using his fangs while you would retaliate with a move to poke your tongue between his lips. All good things must come to an end, though, as made evident by the town bell ringing to let everyone know the festival was beginning. You both reluctantly pull back, your lips slightly swollen if inspected close enough.

“Go ahead without me for now. I need to double check and make sure we have everything.” The vampire man breaks the silence, clearly resisting the urge to smash your lips together again.

You laugh softly and peck his lips, not being as strong willed as him, before going to leave the house. “Yeri will probably try to drag me off to dance, so just look for her if you can’t find me.”

Changbin nods in understanding, turning his back to you as he rummages through the bag.

“Oh my gosh Y/N, you look stunning! Changbin is going to want to eat you up!”

If only you knew, sweet little Yeri.

“May I remind you that we live together, you silly girl?” You tease her lightheartedly, flicking her nose with a laugh as she pouts and puffs out her cheeks. While you certainly wouldn't miss the townspeople, not including Changbin and the every quiet Felix, you had a soft spot for the girl.

The shorter girl sticks out her tongue childishly, crossing her arms as a mischievous glint flashes across her brown eyes. “You know, I bet he asked you to move in because he like-”

“Am I interrupting, ladies?” Your savior pipes up in quiet amusement from beside you, easily wrapping a hand around your waist and giving it a gentle squeeze; everything was ready.

Yeri blanks out for a good second, gaze snapping onto the way the man has so comfortably pulled you closer to his body. “Oh my god I have to tell Irene, she owes me now!” She squeals in excitement, turning away to sprint through the crowd and find her older sister.

“Did they... bet on us?” You breathe out in disbelief, shaking your head fondly as the bubbly girl leaves the two of you behind.

“It appears so, doll,” Changbin snorts, going to discretely pull you into the shadows and away from the growing crowd, “I went ahead and put the bag by the stairs leading into the front door. You do whatever you need to do, then give me the signal and I’ll toss you the bag.”

You nod as he goes over the plan for the fifth time that same day, his arm still secured tightly at your waist even when you reach the church. “Y/N, if anything goes wrong, run out of the building so I can pummel the bastard-”

“It’ll be just fine, Binnie. Now, shush and let me do my part.” You effectively shush him by placing yet another peck to his lips, leaving him frozen to the spot by the front door while you quietly open it and waltz inside, swaying a bit. The guard, a man you recalled to be Jackson Wang, raised his chin to come off as more intimidating while he gripped onto his spear.

“Mam, you are not permitted to-”

“Oh shush, Jackson,” you say snootily, boldly walking closer and closer until you’re maybe a foot away from his tense form, “you know better, call me Y/N. We are... friends, aren’t we?”

“W-well I-”

This is too easy.

“Good boy, Jackson! Now, I need a favor from you tonight - and tonight only.” You hum, innocently playing with the ends of your hair. Jackson’s mouth gaped open at your sultry attitude and you could see how his grip on the metal spear loosened a bit as he started to relax with your presence - for more than obvious reasons. “You know how I live with Changbin, right? Well, the shorty is seriously strict and won’t let me have any men over - in fact, he locked the door so I couldn't bring anyone home while he’s out in the festival.”

“But... I do know for a fact that you live alone. Maybe you could... go home and wait for me?” You ask him with a childish pout of your lips, taking it a step forward to speed up the process by placing your hands in the pockets of his dress pants. “Just one night, baby, that’s all I need... although, I might need another. And another. And another-”

“O-okay!” The muscular guard breathes out shakily, bringing a hand to your cheek and caressing it. “Wait here for a few minutes though, okay? If Junmyeon finds out I ditched for you he’d kill me.”

“No problem, baby. Now, shoo!” You giggle, sending him a wink as he rushes out of the church doors. You wait a moment before waving through the window, signaling Changbin to toss the bag into the now empty building. You catch it effortlessly before you open one of the hands that had been in his pockets.

Getting the key was far too easy. Poor Jackson is going to have a shitty punishment tomorrow.

You twist the key in the lock to the trapdoor, feeling your heartbeat start to accelerate in your chest when you flipped it open. In just seconds you’d be able to see him again - your baby brother. With that thought in mind, you practically leap down the ladder, turning to look around the extremely cramped cellar.

“Y-Y/N?”

God you missed his voice.

“Jeongin - oh my god-” You rush over to him, pulling him into the tightest embrace you can muster and attempting to hold back the waterworks.

You missed him, so much.

“How did you - why are you?” His voice is strained, likely from dehydration. You don’t fail to notice how sunken his normally plush cheeks have become, nor the creaking of his bones as you unlock his chains with a hairpin and cut off the unnecessary restrains binding his legs and wrists together with a knife from the bag.

“Angel we need to go, but I promise I’ll tell you everything soon.” You mutter quickly, helping the malnourished boy stand from the cellar flood. He struggles to stand on his own, so you boost him up the ladder and rush to follow him. “I need you to listen to me Jeongin - I have a friend who needs your help before we leave. It’s hard to explain, but I swear no one will hurt you.”

Jeongin nods weakly, leaning against your side for support as you lead him out of the church. “O-okay. It’ll be fine as l-long as you’re there.” He whispers hoarsely while you help him down the steps, though Changbin is quick to crouch down and force your brother onto his back.

“Kid, wrap your arms around my neck. We gotta do this fast, alright?”

“A-are you my sister’s boyfriend, mister?”

“... I can see why Yeri reminds you of him, doll.” Changbin snorts under his breath, careful to look around for any stray festival goers. The two of you walk through the woods in mostly silence, with you watching Jeongin so closely you’re afraid you might burn holes into the side of his sunken face.

“Shh, it’s close.” The vampire mutters quietly, clearly sensing the terrifying monster that protected the secret door of the tunnel close by. Since his hands are full, you opt to lean down and pick up a hefty rock, slinging it into a tree a good distance away. Almost immediately the creature wanders towards the sound, unable to see you opening the door and helping Jeongin down to the floor.

You quickly follow him, hoisting him up with an arm while you look up and wait for Changbin to follow. He peeks over the edge, offering a cheeky smirk before he stands up to climb down.

Bang!

Why is there blood on your face...?

Why was Changbin not climbing down...?

“Y-Y/N! Run, there’s ‘nother tunnel behind the lante-” The man shouts down at you through the tunnel entrance, giving you no time to process what the ever living fuck was happening before he slammed the hatch shut.

You can feel it - the dread seeping into your bones. The way your heart starts to clench and unclench madly in your chest even though you try your hardest to regulate your heavy breathing as you struggle to lead an exhausted Jeongin down the tunnel and into the cavern.

You see Felix, bound in his haunting garden of half-dead plants, waiting for you to arrive. When he sees Jeongin, his white eyes start to tear up - he knows that he’ll finally be free. You help Jeongin over the bundles of flowers so Felix is close enough to reach his neck, but you hesitate a little. “Angel, are you sure? You don’t even know wh-”

“I don’t c-care, Y/N, just let hi-him do what he needs t-to do.” He silences you with a single statement, to which you oblige. With a soft nod from the human boy, Felix sinks his fangs into his neck, letting out a whine of satisfaction - in seconds you could see the difference in how he appeared. His skin quickly changed into a honey-kissed color, his lips became smoother and red, and his normally faded orange hair brightened considerably. With a ‘pop’ he retracts his fangs, comfortably sinking into the garden that had now flourished from your brother’s blood.

“I am a god now, you know.” He speaks up suddenly, making you jump in shock at the resounding echo of his deep voice hinted with a foreign accent. “Changbin believes me, he just never wanted to admit it.”

You laugh in disbelief, helping Jeongin up from the flower patch. “I - I don’t understand, Felix.”

“I could only communicate with Changbin through our vampire connection, but I was far too weak to speak properly.” He explains softly, sending Jeongin a thankful smile. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Y-yeah, no problem.” The brunette breathes out shakily.

Felix looks back to you, lips curling into a bittersweet frown. “He’s critically injured, but not dead. He was shot by Junmyeon, but the creature took care of that.” He lets out a soft sign, inhaling the aroma of all the flowers around him. “Before you leave, please burn me. Use the lantern - when you lift it the secret passage the leaders used will open. Changbin is waiting for you.”

You nod in silence, helping Jeongin towards the wall. The second you take the lantern off of it’s perch another door opens, to which you gesture for the younger to go on ahead - for his sake.

“Felix... Changbin thinks of you as his little brother, and as a big sister I can vouch for him in saying that he will miss you, a lot. Forever, actually.” You tell the boy softly, looking him in the eyes as your grip on the handle of the burning lantern tightens in sorrow. “And I just wanted to say that - that I’ll make sure to come back for him.”

“Sweetheart, did he not tell you?” Felix asks you sincerely, rolling his eyes playfully at your confused pout. “The island is going to burn - it’s like a reset button. As I die, the island dies with me. Changbin might be able to leave before it happens but... he is destined to be the next god of this land.”

No.

“He’s to proud to admit that he is to be a god, and too concerned for your own well being to tell you the truth. He won’t be restrained like me - the colony did this, no one else. I was only lucky enough to be blessed by the last goddess of this land, she saved my life.”

“Whatever happens to him, know that Changbin loves you dearly, Y/N. He never would have gone to such lengths for anyone else in his life. Now... it is time for me to rest, please.” He finishes with a warm grin, keeping eye contact with you as you raise the lantern and finally throw it onto his body and the garden surrounding him.

You don’t stay long, worried about Jeongin and the supposedly waiting Changbin - but you do hear Felix’s last breath; a deep sigh of content.

“Changbin you bastard!” Is the first thing you say to the bleeding vampire when you emerge from the tunnel, though you still make the effort to hoist an arm under both him and Jeongin’s shoulders. “I cannot believe you didn't tell me about the whole god situation!”

“Damn kid, I told him not to mention it...” The injured vampire wheezes, clutching hopelessly at the gaping wound in his chest, “you need to go, the village is already burning. You have to reach the docks before the crowd does so you can both get on the ship-”

You huff in defiance, standing up straighter as you walk faster through the woodland, smelling the burning land close behind. “I am not leaving you, Binnie. We already established this. Lix said there’s a chance we can make it before you have to stay.”

With that final rebuttal everyone falls silent, not including the occasional grunt of pain from the vampire or the heavy breathing of your exhausted brother. Eventually you reach the top of the hill by the coastline, looking down to see that not too many other people had made it to the boat just yet - and two people were anxiously waiting just a few feet away... wait-

“You’re finally here- oh my god, what happened?” Yeri screeches in a panic at your limping trio, going to help Jeongin even though she didn’t know who he was to you. Irene is quick to follow, adjusting Jeongin as he starts to whine in pain as well.

“Long story, I’ll tell you later - help me get Ch- Changbin!” You’d turned your head to the side, only to watch in rising horror as he collapses from your arms onto the dead grass, a pool of his blood spilling onto his chest. You crouch down beside him, ignoring the growing blaze that only seemed to inch closer and closer with each passing second. “B-Binnie, please!”

He takes a struggled inhale of fresh air, reaching up with a hand to brush a tear from the corner of your eye. “Yo-you have to leave m-me ‘behind, doll. Go home with-”

“Home is wherever you are, Binnie.” You breathe out with a whimper, leaning down even closer as the flames lick the grass just a yard away.

You can hear the other three screaming at you to hurry, but you pay then no heed - not yet. You had to taste him one more time, you had to feel him one more time - because you never wanted to forget him.

You smash your lips onto his, crying softly as he weakly holds your cheek with his bloodied hand. An explosion of love and fireworks erupts between your moving lips, a new sort of euphoria rushing over your body. Underneath your closed eyelids, both you and Changbin’s eyes have started to glaze over in a white color. His blood, now pooling onto the grass, spurts into giant vines that burst through the ground and manage to intertwine into a protective dome around both of you and the three onlookers just inches away from helping you up.

The fire never touches you.

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Erik and his girl at the movies and he’s in the mood and he’s trying to get you in it too . Plz ps (I love your writings)

A/N: 💖💖💖Thank you anon!!! I know I always say this but yall are so nice to me and it honestly blows my mind yall really fw me and my writing like that, so thank you so much. Thank you for being patient for this release.

On a side note, yall are getting so creative with these requests! I love it! 👏🏿👏🏿Thanks for asking anon! I hope you like it!

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!! x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“Oooh, look! The Evil Dead is playing!” You point excitedly, seeing one of your favorite old horror movies listed right at the top in big, black, block letters.

“Wackk, don’t nobody wanna see that shit! Where my psycho niggas at, like Hannibal or Candy Man or something?” he mumbles into your hair, looking up at the marquee with you as you try and decide on a movie.

The crisp winter air bites at your cheeks, but it feels nice combined with the human heater currently wrapped around your shoulders keeping you warm.

“Excuse me, The Evil Dead is a classic, thank you very much. What about The Thing?” You suggest, already bouncing on the balls of your feet just thinking about it. You loved the 1980’s film, always managing to get wrapped up in the ‘who dunnit’ sci-fi mystery every time.

“Quit moving, I’m trying to focus,” he holds you tighter to still you, clearly unsatisfied with the choices you were coming up with. And he called you the brat.

“Come on Erik, the next rotation starts in 10 minutes, I don’t wanna miss it!” You plead, urging him to hurry up and make a decision.

It was the end of November and you and Erik were at a horror movie marathon event at your favorite old time-y movie theater in the middle of town was hosting.

All day they’d been playing classic horror flicks like Dawn of the Dead, The Howling, Children of the Corn, and Maximum Overdrive.

There were about 30 different movies that were playing for the day, randomly shuffling after every 2 ½ hour showing and intermission.

Currently your options were: The Thing, An American Werewolf in London, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, The Evil Dead, and Carrie.

He takes one last look over the titles before huffing out a big breath, conceding.

“Ugh, fine, lets go see this damn Thing movie, he moans, and you do a little fist pump, hissing a silent “yes!” as you grab his hand and skip over to the ticket booth.

“Two tickets for The Thing at 5:30 please,” you beam at the teller, and she rings you up, Erik already sliding a five dollar bill on to the counter before you can even reach in your purse.

She gives you the tickets, letting you know the movie is the last one on your left, and you pull Erik through the revolving door and into the lobby.

“Okay, since you paid for the tickets I’ll pay for the snacks “You say, already pulling out your money as you try to trot ahead of him to the concession stand.

He gives you a ‘yeah, OK’ look at the back of your head, letting you get all the way to the front of the line before pinching the back of your coat between his fingers and pulling you behind him, taking your place in front of the cashier.

“Can I get a large mixed ICEE and a Buncha Crunch for this one,” he says, nodding in your direction, and you stick your tongue out at him.

“Sure thing, and what can I get you sir?” The lanky teenager asks, fingers flying over the POS system on autopilot.

“That’ll be all.” he answers, handing over another bill and collecting the snacks, giving you your candy.

As he receives his change he takes a long drink from your slurpee, looking amusedly at the exaggerated sour face you make at him as you head off towards the theater.

“I thought you said you didn’t want anything” you mock him, snatching the drink from his hand when he finishes.

“I never said that,” he states, opening the door for you to go inside.

“Then next time get your own,” you sass at him, walking past him inside the dark entry way.

“Nah,” the door closes and its nearly pitch black now as you start to navigate your way up the side hallway, seeing the big screen come into view.

“Whats yours is mine,” he says, low into your ear and you shudder a little, not even realizing he’s moved over to your left side.

If he notices, he doesn’t show it, and he turns to assess the seating situation.

There’s no one in here except for an older black gentleman near the front and a couple hyper pre-teens running through the aisles and jumping from seat to seat.

“You wanna sit over there?” You ask him, pointing towards the lower middle section a little bit away from the rambunctious kids.

He sniffs at your suggestion, again. “Uh-uh, we going all the way to the top. Come on.” he grabs your hand, guiding you up the stairs to the very top and picks a spot two rows down from the projector.

You put your stuff down and he helps you out of your coat, tossing it over one of the empty seats before doing the same with his own. You settle in, arriving right on time as the trailer for the upcoming deep sea thriller fades to black and the lights dim, the only glow being the safety lights lined along the floor.

As the final announcement to turn off all cell phones plays, an usher pokes their head into the theater, spotting the kids. They flash their hand light at them.

“Come on guys you know you’re not supposed to be in there,” they say admonishingly, escorting them out.

Out the corner of your eye you can see Erik relax more, sinking further into the seat as he spreads his legs wide. You ignore him, figuring he’s about to go to sleep since he didn’t want to see the movie. So dramatic.

You open up your chocolate and start snacking, the opening scene playing on the screen and washing the theater in a bright light, the camera panning over the landscape of snow, accompanied by the sound of a helicopter flying before it too, appears on the screen.

You see Erik reach for your drink again, and you try and smack at his hand.

“Hey hey,” you say, getting territorial now because this nigga was about to drink all your stuff. Thirsty ass.

He takes it and puts it into the cupholder on the other side of him, lifting up the one between you two.

You kiss your teeth, about ready to sock this nigga in the throat when he grabs you under the leg and pulls you over into his lap.

“Erik- what the’”

“Shhhh” he shushes you, handing back the drink. “Here, take it dang. Greedy ass.” he says, looking at you, and you slurp at the straw obnoxiously when you hear a soft snore coming from somewhere. You look down to see the old man’s head thrown back in his seat, mouth wide open as he continues to take in jagged and choppy breaths.

“That nigga knocked,” Erik comments behind you, and you chuckle, punching him in the arm.

It’s a little chilly in the theater and the iced drink doesn’t help, so its nice to be back in Erik’s arms, even if he was getting on your nerves.

You sit back and watch the screen as the research team scrambles to make sense of their new guest, enjoying the rise in tension.

You get about 15 minutes into the movie before Erik starts moving around beneath you, spreading his legs wide and pulling yours to hang on the outside of his and wrapping his arms around your middle, like how he does at home when he’s watching the basketball game or playing some video game you don’t care to join in when you want attention.

“Erik we’re in public, I can’t sit like this here,” you tell him, about to close your legs when he grips the inside of your thigh firmly, stopping your movement.

“You gon sit how I tell you to sit,” he whispers, behind your ear, grabbing one of the coats laid over the seat and using it to cover your bodies, kissing your ear playfully. You let him, thinking all he wants is to be snuggled up with you again, and you relax into him, laying your head back onto his shoulder.

He let’s you chill for about five minutes before he starts kissing your neck, this time taking his hands to stroke the inside of your thighs, moving them back and forth in a massage like manner over your leggings.

The inside of your thighs were one of your hot spots, and you can’t help but roll your hips into his hands, wanting him to press into your skin harder.

“Ok, Erik,” you start, orally disagreeing with your body’s actions as you try and slow him down, knowing full well if he kept going you wouldn’t be able to pull back, and you needed logic on your side since Erik damn sure wasn’t helping.

You put your drink back down in the cupholder and reach down to stop one of his hands from roaming when the other one sweeps over your hot center, cupping you.

He starts rubbing large sloppy circles over you, pressing his fingers firmly into your clothed opening.

“…Erik…” you manager to get out, breath catching as his hands work together now, taking turns running his fingers up and down your slit, alternating hands over and over again.

Your breaths get shallower, and he dives his hands into your leggings and spreads your lips, letting your panties fall between them. He flicks at your still covered clit, using his thumb and middle fingers.

The quick throbbing vibrations make you grab out to the arm of the chair, reaching for some sort of leverage, and you accidentally spill the rest of the candy in your lap, the little pieces cascading onto the floor making a distinct scattering sound. You tense up and freeze, gasping, but he keeps going, making your hips jerk around in his lap. You try to minimize your movements, digging your pelvis back into his crotch as you try to concentrate, feeling yourself start to wet your panties with your arousal.

“E-Erik… ss-stopppp” you try and plead with him, not wanting to get caught by the only other patron here.

“What’s yours is mine,” he reminds you, giving you a sickly sweet wet kiss to your cheek, and your head falls back as you give a quiet, stuttered high pitched whine. Your pelvis locks up as your orgasm surges through you, and you shake as you lift your hips up to ride it out. You squeeze your eyes shut so tight you see stars, and your cum completely ruins your pants, overflowing into Erik’s lap too to form a wet spot on his crotch.

Erik rubs at the inside of your thighs again as you come down, kissing your shoulder as he speaks gentle praises into you, ‘Good girl. Such a good girl’.

When you finally have the energy, you lift your head up to peek down at where the old man was sitting, and see his head still thrown back, mouth hanging wide open and you hear the soft snores again.

“Man, that nigga really is knocked,” you laugh, and you pick up your slurpee and sit back to watch the rest of the movie, passing the straw between the two of you.

#erik killmonger #erik killmonger x reader #erik killmonger x black!reader #headcanon ek #erik killmonger headcanon #black panther fanfiction #black panther fandom #bp #TheHomieFics #nons

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argylemikewheeler · 6 years

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Richie and mike twins Prompt: can we have older mike and younger richie who are twins. And even tho richie is like the loud and obnoxious one mike is protective of his little bro™ it shows in like the little things he does and if someone messes with richie, mike will hella fight them (poor dude isn't much of a fighter tho) plz and thank u!

Mike was older than Richie by ten minutes and one calendar day. Technically, Mike was older, but Richie argued every Thanksgiving and Christmas that he was the same goddamn age as Mike and shouldn’t be treated like Holly, not allowed to come too close to the kitchen when they were using the stove. Richie was even an inch taller than Mike, although that was only because of his unruly hair, curls stacking on top of each other to try and tower over Mike.

It was also his hair that was so horribly out of style. Every kid at school thought Richie got a perm, giving him every awful nickname and most embarrassing picture day photo in Hawkins. Mike liked to remind him of it every so often, reminding him of the photographer that didn’t ask him to take off his glasses for the flash. Mike would erupt into laughter, but it was the same picture he had in his locker with the other photos of his friends. Mike had neither curly hair nor coke-bottle glasses, but he always told Richie he wish he did. Mike also didn’t have the ability to lie well.

“Richie!” Mike waved to his brother, standing at his locker with Will and Lucas. “Where were you?” It was a half hour after school ended and Richie had just escaped gym class. He adjusted his glasses to see them more clearly.

“Got stuck in the locker room.”

“Doing what?” Mike laughed, lifting an eyebrow. Richie stopped in front of the three of them, diverting his gaze from their faces to the crack stretching up from the bottom of his frames. “What happened?” He gasped, reaching for his glasses.

“Used my hair as a handbag.” Richie sighed. “Got launched into a locker. Got called the only f-word I don’t like using. Again.” Richie rolled his eyes and began unlocking his locker. “I’m not even the gay twin!” Lucas began snickering and Will covered his own smile.

“Shove it, both of you!” Mike hissed, slapping Lucas on the arm and pointing at Will sternly. “Who did it?”

“The same people who always do it.” Richie wasn’t sure why Mike would be interested in knowing their names; every kid in the school that wasn’t in their group wasn’t a big fan of them; the bank of names of students to avoid and the yearbook were the same list.

“Was it Troy?” Mike asked, pushing off from the locker. Richie muttered an answer and fiddled in his locker. “Richie. Answer me.”

“Relax, Mom.” Richie said. “It doesn’t really matter. Okay? Just back me up when Dad complains I broke my glasses again.”

“You didn’t even break them last time! It was them!” Lucas cut in, waving at them. “I was there!”

“That’s right!” Will nodded. “They can’t keep doing this, Richie.”

“What am I going to do? Argue my side? Objection your honor– the twerp in ladies’ glasses would like to repeal the decision to deny him respect.” Richie scoffed. “Yeah. No thanks. Not fucking happening, Brain Trust.”

“Then I’ll do it.” Mike said. His voice was low and quiet, not announcing his exit as to not invoke anyone’s opinion.

He took off for the front doors and left Richie, Lucas, and Will scrambling, try to chase after him and remind him all he had left to live for; asking for death this soon wasn’t worth it. Mike didn’t so much as glance over his shoulder as he pushed the glass doors open, storming into the parking lot. Much like everything else in Richie’s life, God had decided to make things ten times worse by putting Troy in the dead center of the vacant parking lot. And then God decided to have every single one of Troy’s friends gaggled around him.

“Hey, you!” Mike pointed angrily, his gait swift and heavy. “What the hell is your problem?”

“Excuse me, Frogface?” Troy asked with a laugh. “Are you talking to me?”

“Yeah. What do you have against my brother?” Mike demanded, shouldering off his backpack and leaving it with his shadow as he kept walking. Will scurried and picked it up, calling for Mike to stop and put it back on.

“You have to do something.” Will said to Richie after Mike blew off his plea. “You can’t let him fight them.”

“And sacrifice myself?” Richie asked. “Not fucking likely.”

“Richie!” Will cried, shoving the backpack into his chest. “What do we do?”

“I’m not really sure it matters what we do. We just have to do something.” Lucas muttered, watching Mike refuse to back down.

Mike stormed up to Troy, stepping around his friends surrounding him and shoving him backwards. Troy stumbled but remained on his feet, giving Mike a furious stare. He regained his balance in a moment before shoving Mike back. He collapsed backwards like Troy’s arms were a strong gust of wind.

“You want to fight, Wheeler?” He laughed. “You want to fight your Barbie Doll brother’s battles? Be my guest.”

“Leave him alone.” Mike said, pushing himself to his feet. Lucas, Will, and Richie echoed the same sentiment across the parking lot.

“Mike, I’m not mad!” Richie cried, trying to get him to stop.

“Mike, please stop!” Will cried, inching forward. “This is not a good idea.”

“Dude, get up!” Lucas cried, holding his head in his hands.

“You can’t treat my friends like crap. They haven’t done anything to you.” Mike said. Richie wanted to scoff, Mike’s threat weak and cliched, but he was faced with a far more frightening reality as Mike slowly lifted his hands up– like he was going to fight someone. “You fuck with my brother. You fuck with me.” Oh shit.

“We have to do something. We have to do something now.” Richie muttered, grabbing Will’s arm and shaking him. “Quick, Will, uh, do something.”

“Like what, Richard?” Will sighed, just as frazzled but now slightly more annoyed. “What do you propose I do.”

“I dunno! Start confessing your love! Something like that.”

“Because that won’t make things worse.” Lucas pointed out, rolling his eyes. “Hold this, Will.” Lucas shouldered off his backpack into Will’s hands and started for Mike, his fists curling and feet planted shoulder-width apart. Richie looked at his brother and somehow saw his own life flashing before his eyes; he was going to watch himself get the absolute shit kicked out of him.

Troy swung an arm out with far less finesse than Mike’s form seemed to promise. It hit Mike in the cheek and he immediately went down. One punch and Richie was staring at his brother’s face, his own face, bruised and lying face up on the asphalt. It looked a lot like him, down to nearly the same freckles, but it obviously wasn’t. Richie had to remember it wasn’t him. Mike had intervened to make sure it wasn’t Richie on that asphalt. Someone as foolish as Mike apparently got fucking dumber when he wanted to protect someone he loved.

“Don’t you know,” Troy said, leaning over Mike and spitting on him. Mike groaned and cradled his face, looking at Richie with pained eyes. The physical pain seemed to be nothing compared to the anguish of guilt in his eyes. He turned away from Troy’s prodding foot in his side and Richie began walking forward, Will yelling behind him. “fairy’s can’t fight, Wheeler. Fairy’s just can’t fucking fight.”

“Oh yeah, well this one does.” Richie was fuming, storming up to Troy. Richie had never fought anyone in his entire life, didn’t know how to punch, kick, knee, or even dodge a fist flying at his face. Richie didn’t know shit but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. “Eat shit, bitch.” Richie grabbed Troy by the shoulders and brought him harshly down on his lifted knee. Richie had been kneed on four separate occasions by failed romances; he knew how debilitating it was to suddenly have a firm bone strike you in your other bone.

Troy staggered back, groaning and grumbling in pain. The boys standing around Troy straightened as Richie stumbled back, the two sides knowing that the fight wasn’t over but awaiting the orders to start battling. In the hesitance, Richie crouched down to Mike, slipping his arms into his underarms and pulling him to his feet. Mike gripped Richie’s arm, wobbling on unsteady feet. Troy looked up, hands still cradling his groin and face tense with pain and fury.

Richie smiled, Mike standing upright and tall, like he had somehow gained that extra inch of height. “Seeing double, sweetheart?” Richie reached out and clapped Troy on the cheek. The boys around them didn’t know what to do in a situation where two of the least threatening people in Hawkins Middle hit their “leader” in the crotch. Richie placed his arm around Mike’s shoulders and laughed. “I’m bored. Ready to go, Mike?”

“Shut up and take me home.” Mike grumbled, already following Richie away from the gang.

Will was the first to Mike’s side, to which Richie refused to be surprised about. He took Mike from Richie and helped him sit down on the floor of the school’s foyer floor. He looked at his growing bruise with wide eyes, Lucas saying he could use the pay phone and get his mother if Mike couldn’t bike home.

“I’m fine.” Mike said. “Really.”

“You’re not.” Will countered, looking at his watch before looking at his bruise, as if calculating its growth rate. “You just let someone punch you in the face.”

“And Richie took care of it.” Mike said, trying to ease Will back down. He placed a hand on Will’s arm and smiled, reassuring him. “It’s fine.”

“You two are never doing that again.” Lucas said, standing with his arms crossed. “Never.”

“Deal.” Richie agreed. “Promise to stop acting like I’m your baby brother?” He raised an eyebrow at Mike.

“Promise to stop being a asshole and getting into trouble?” Mike laughed, leaning his head against Will’s.

“I’m not a miracle worker, Michael.” Richie sighed.

“Fine. Deal. You aren’t my baby brother anymore.” He agreed. “But you are still ten minutes younger.”

“That’s it. Next time you want to battle the Neanderthals, I’ll let you break your teeth. Try explaining that to Dad.” Richie spat, sinking to the floor beside Mike.

“Shut up and come here.” Mike teased, putting his other arm around Richie and pulling him into his side. “If I said I loved you, would you shut up or would I hear about it for the next month?”

Richie broke into a grin, placing his own arm around Mike’s shoulders. He looked at the bruise attempting to consume Mike’s entire face, admired his weak smile, and felt his hand squeeze his shoulder. Okay, fine. Big brother in maybe one sense of the word. “Two weeks tops.” Richie said. “But I love you too.”

ao3

#it and stranger things #mike and richie twins #prompts #byeler #mike wheeler #richie tozier

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socialdegenerate · 7 years

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OKAY for XV, then: Honestly, I want 'em all

fuckin’ hell. Ok, all names are misspelled on purpose to avoid search spam. Hit the cut.

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*Iggy/Arane. I don’t know where it came from, I don’t know why it’s a thing beyond people projecting themselves onto Arane which great, you do you, but not my jam and please let me have my badass single 30yo women without making them get married and have kids.

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*Nyyx/Nocct, it’s like the 5th most popular pairing on AO3 and I just………can’t see Nyyx going for that in a romantic/sexual sense. Plus there’s our ongoing Straight Nyyx joke so, uh, yeah, that too.

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?Not for XV but in general, I guess? Sometimes because of ships, sometimes because of stupid ship hate/throwing around terms that are far more serious than what they’re bring used for, sometimes when they get big in the fandom and start being really obnoxious about it. Oh, and if it counts, for being of the opinion that art reposting is okay. Fuck right off.

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?*Not really, most things just make me shrug and keep going in XV. Anything with family is a big no-no though, but most of that is contained to the kink meme and easy to avoid.

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*It hasn’t ruined the pairing but I don’t read a lot of Prom/Glad stuff because it sometimes falls victim to very uke/seme tropes and, ugh. Keep that shit away from me plz.

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?*I didn’t hate it, but I never expected to ship every single combination of the bros (I’m working on a fic for the final 2 person combo I haven’t written right now). Fandom definitely helped me get into things like iggy/prom that I didn’t really consider at first.

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*The next person to refer to Iggy as British is getting slapped through their computer screen. BRITAIN DOESN’T EXIST IN THAT WORLD. MAMO ISN’T BRITISH NOR DOES HE SOUND IT. I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT THE DUB SOUNDS LIKE. NEVER READ MY IGGY IN A BRITISH ACCENT PLEASE. I LIKE FOREIGN IGGY BUT STOP CALLING HIM CULTURED AND DIGNIFIED JUST BECAUSE HE “SOUNDS BRITISH”. FUCK.

Have you received anon hate? What about?*For XV in particular: My characterisations suck and I am a terrible person. Apparently.

Most disliked character(s)? Why?ENG!DUB!GLADI. REAL GLADI IS MY PRIDE AND JOY AND HE IS MY BIG SON AND I LOVE HIM AND WANT HIM TO BE SAFE AND HAPPY. ENG DUB GLADI CAN GO DIE IN A FUCKING HOLE. FUCK OFF.

Most disliked arc? Why?I don’t like the part of the game without Gladi because there’s no Gladi in it.

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?Gladi, I guess? Because the dub fucked him harder than that bar full of dudes I wrote him into the other day. He’s not exactly unpopular, but there’s a lot of unreasonable hate towards him thanks to his English characterisation that wouldn’t exist had they just translated properly instead of forcing american cultural values onto these characters.

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?I liked the original chapter 13. I thought it was a great change of pace (it dragged on a little long, sure, but the frustration was so real and very much like Nocct must have felt in that moment). Feeling genuinely fucking powerless against that…thing (I can’t remember what it was) that appeared on a bunch of the floors was a great touch. Plus there were obvious Met Gear influences and I’m all about that shit. The rest of the main game was so easy that it was great to finally feel some real challenges.

Unpopular opinion about XXX character?I wish people would stop excusing Cindy’s design like ‘oh she’s a strong, independent woman who dresses how she wants’ no. Fictional characters do not have bodily autonomy, they’re at the mercy of their (usually male) designers. Have you seen the original character sketches? Ugh. No mechanic’s gonna dress like that bc it’s fucking unsafe as shit. Great character with a shitty, objectifying design. OH&S ISSUES ARE SRS BSNS OK.

Unpopular opinion about your fandom?A lot of them seem to misunderstand the point of an arranged marriage. Look at Nocct/Lun as two friends who know that they could be getting married off to complete strangers and suddenly their relationship makes a lot more sense. Royals pretty much never marry for love and marrying someone pretty who you get along with is like winning the fucking lottery.

Also they take the cup noodle thing way too far sometimes.

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show?It was a great experience and I got over 100 hours of joy from it, regardless of the issues it had. Also I thought the ending was good at signifying that they found peace and actually had nothing to do with a forced love story because see above re: arranged marriages.

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?THE SHITTY, SHITTY ENGLISH TRANSLATION

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…INSTEAD OF A SHITTY ENGLISH TRANSLATION HAPPENING I WOULD HAVE MADE A PROPER ENGLISH TRANSLATION HAPPEN

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE DO AND DON’T SHIP

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?People who abuse the anon options

What is the purest ship in the fandom?The Bros OT4 bc such devoted friends and no one is left out and everyone is happy and- sharp inhale- I JUST WANT THE BEST OF EVERYTHING FOR MY PRECIOUS SONS THEY DESERVE THE WORLD AND I CAN’T CHOOSE BETWEEN THEM FUCK

What are your thoughts on crack ships?Not my thing but whatever. I can’t stand when people try way too hard to be funny writing ~wacky~ ~random~ crack fics though, it’s obnoxious (luckily not much of a problem in the XV fandom but hard stare at the jojo fandom)

Popular character you hate?I don’t really hate anyone in XV.

Unpopular character you love?Gladi for reasons mentioned above re: shitty dub lmao

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?Yesssssss because it’s funnnnnnn no matter how much people want to complain, I enjoyed myself and that’s what matters.

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?Less ambiguity about what happened to the bros, less tossed in references to Gladi’s sudden girlfriend, more emotional bro talks.

Most shippable character?Every bro is equally multi-shippable because they are all lovely.

Least shippable character?I only see one option for King Dad and Shield Dad and that is with each other. Mayyyyyybe with Cor but eh, mostly just with each other.

Or maybe Meth Dave because you shouldn’t fuck dodgy blokes like him, you’ll wake up in a bathtub full of ice as he sells your kidney for more meth money.

#Jade Talks Shit #king-in-yellow #Answered #SALT SALT SALT

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i-want-my-iwtv · 7 years

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I've been trying to read the whole vc series, but school and work just keep preventing me from getting really far! Is it ok to ask you to write a little summary for each book so I can catch up with the fandom until I have the time to read them all thoroughly?

Yeah, I understand, time is limited :P

I don’t know that summarizing VC will allow you to “catch up” with the fandom, you really only need to read the first 3 books and the Vampire Armand to get most of the jokes on tumblr, bc most of the jokes seem to center around:

Louis being a pyromaniac,

Lestat being an obnoxious but somehow lovable glittery murder machine,

Lestat and Louis being awesome and shitty murder dads,

Claudia being an ungrateful spoiled brat,

Armand being a little brat, or a slut, or an evul coven master, or all of the above,

Daniel Molloy just wanting to vampire plz!!!11!,

Marius being a pedo, or too bossy, or both,

Gabrielle is a bad mom and an ice queen,

Nicolas is spelled NICOLAS and he is NOT DEAD!,

Secondary characters not getting enough love from anyone!!

There are often spoilers in summaries tho, do you really want to be spoiled? I LOVE being spoiled.

We have these unreliable narrators, there is a lot of disagreement as to what canon really is, and some fans choose to ignore parts of (or entire books) in the series. We bring our own experiences to the reading, and we choose what to connect with, so I think we can agree on some things about each book, but you will probably get a different summary from any given reader. Even AR has told us to disregard the hybrid Mayfair/VC books (Blood Canticle, possibly Merrick and Blackwood Farm) when moving onto the more recent VC additions (PL and PLROA). So, for example, I have a friend who has only read the first 3 books. She doesn’t even know what happens after that bc she prefers to think it ended after QOTD. So any new vampires made after QOTD do not exist to her. #Your headcanon may vary.

Anyway, you want summaries.

http://vampirechronicles.wikia.com has a pretty good write-up for each of the books (they don’t have PL and PLROA currently, maybe they will eventually). It contains spoilers.

@vraik has thorough VC analysis in their series called The Consulting Analyst over on vraikaiser.com. Spoilers there, too.

@hyperbeeb‘s capsule reviews are pretty gr9 [X]:

Lestat’s Adventures with a Progressive Family

Lestat’s Bisexual Adventures in 18th Century France

Lestat’s Adventures with the Queen of the Vampires

Lestat’s Adventures as a Human

Lestat’s Adventures with Satan

Lestat’s Adventures in a Coma

Lestat’s Adventures with Polyamory

Lestat’s Adventures in the Deep South

Lestat’s Adventures with Not Being There At All

Lestat’s Adventures with Witches and Other Weird Shit

Lestat’s adventures with Being the Vampire Head of State

Lestat’s Adventures with Literal Fucking Aliens

(Note, Pandora and Vittorio are technically stand-alone “New Tales of the Vampires” books, but Pandora would be No. 6 of the 13 book series).

You can check my #VC Synopsis tag, which has more capsule humorous summaries.

Gonna try to do a little summary for each VC under the cut as a personal challenge.

Spoilers ahead! I’ll try to do this with as few spoilers as possible, as factually as possible.

1. Interview with the Vampire - Louis tells the story of his life and unlife to Daniel Molloy. Louis starts at the point in his mortal life just before he meets Lestat, and how his life up until that meeting influenced the unlife that followed after he became a vampire. Lestat’s reasons for choosing Louis are unclear to Louis, but he wants Louis to choose to be a vampire. Louis is under so much duress (failing health, still in emotional distress over his guilt re: a close family member’s death) that the choice is not 100% legit, Lestat can’t wait for a more opportune time and proceeds to turn Louis anyway.

The whole story could be seen as Anne Rice’s exploration of the role of religion and the reasons why terrible things happen to innocent people, the concept of punishment.

For me, it was also eye-opening bc I was 11 when I read it and it introduced the possibility of love between a same-sex couple, even if that was in more of a read-between-the-lines way.

It also has a child vampire and I hadn’t seen any media even attempt to tell a story with a child vampire before. Few media that attempt it seem to have captured the beauty and tragedy of such a creature as in this story, and she reappears in a few of the other VC. Unreliable Narrator thing that continues throughout the series.

^ok that was too long, I’m going for shorter.

2. The Vampire Lestat - Lestat seeks to “correct the record” that Louis laid out in IWTV by giving us his own backstory, starting at his mortal youth and how that influenced the unlife that followed when he became a vampire, against his will (hence the “I’m going to give you the choice I never had,” line from movie!IWTV). There is more exploration in the role of religion and reasons why bad things happen to basically innocent people, and whether you really can make the best of a shitty situation or just give up. More about punishment. A very unique take on the origin of the vampires as a species is revealed. And the reasons why Lestat behaved the way he did (basically all secretive) in IWTV. Unreliable Narrator thing that continues throughout the series, who are we to believe? Lestat or Louis? And the author’s retconning which is perceived as “making excuses later in canon for behavior that’s already happened.” Some readers really despise this. Personally, I like having the options and trusting one version of events, or none of them.

3. The Queen of the Damned - Lestat’s modern-era rock career wakes the Queen of the Vampires and she has this awesome Radical Feminist idea for world peace. She’s already gotten started on it! She upgrades Lestat physically so that he can help her accomplish her goals, but he’s not really on board. They meet with the vampires she has allowed to survive her purge and it doesn’t go very well. Also in this book, we have different narrators, more about the vampire origin story, and the Armand/Daniel ship is sailing at its best here.

4. The Tale of the Body Thief - Having suffered so much through the past 3 books, Lestat is a suicidal hamburger-brained moron and makes some very bad choices. Despite everyone advising him NOT to, Lestat makes a terrible trade with a body thief and learns quickly that he had idealized being human. He does some horrendous stuff, and wants off the Being Human ride. He has one friend who helps him set things back to the way they should be, and then he betrays that friend in a spectacularly cruel way. More importantly, Lestat also gets a wonderful cuddly doggo.

5. Memnoch the Devil - Lestat Goes to Heaven and Hell, meets Jesus Christ, meets God, meets Satan (who prefers to go by “Memnoch”) it’s all a huge interview process to decide if Lestat might work for God or Satan and it’s basically fanfic of the Bible. Some people hated it for those reasons. I found it really intriguing, bc it presents a reason why God created the earth, and why there’s suffering, why God allows suffering to go on, and where religion comes from. Like Lestat, Memnoch says he’s not the antagonist, but really the good guy in all this. When Dorothy gets back to Kansas Lestat returns to earth, there is disagreement about whether he went on a real trip or he was just fooled by a really talented spirit. Lestat is so confused that he throws a huge tantrum and then gets solitary confinement, then slips into a coma.

6. The Vampire Armand - Armand gets his spotlight and gets to really tell his story, do we believe everything he tells us? Lots of good Italy times stuff. Armand visits Lestat in his coma-state, and talks about that, too.

7. Merrick - Merrick is a Mayfair witch in NOLA who bewitches Louis in pursuit of his request for closure with Claudia, and hilarity ensues. Louis gets the most screentime he’s had since IWTV, but the whole book is told from a 3rd wheel’s POV, it would have been so much better from Louis’ or Merrick’s POV. Major fatal thing happens but fortunately Lestat wakes up from his coma in time to save the day.

8. Blood and Gold - Marius tells his story, as does the vampire Thorne tell his own story. Marius talks about his artistic influences and his experience with the early Talamasca and Santino and the Children of Satan. We see Daniel (now living with Marius) under a kind of spell, which Marius says is temporary.

9. Blackwood Farm - Lestat goes to the Deep South and hears the story of vampire Quinn (his story defies summary) and, with Merrick’s help, saves the day.

10. Blood Canticle - More vampire and Mayfair mixing. And Taltos. It’s a very big WTF book. But it has some very funny scenes and lines in it. It ends with Lestat promising the Dark Gift to someone.

11. Prince Lestat - Vampire scientists. A clone. Someone gets kidnapped. Ultimate Vampire Coven Gathering. Lestat is cranky, saves the day anyway. Ghosts apparently can linger on earth after death and make bodies for themselves. Characters from past books reappear. New characters are introduced. Louis writes a chapter about how OK fine, he does love Lestat. FINE.

12. Prince Lestat and the Realms of Atlantis - I haven’t finished this but basically… the REAL vampire origin story, and it involves bird-like aliens, who were sent to earth bc the aliens feed on the suffering of mortals. The bird-like aliens didnt want to create Atlantis. in fact they were pissed because this one creature of theirs, Amel, made Atlantis with the Luracastria (i dunno i think thats how it’s spelled) and their viewing tech couldn’t see through the material. Amel made Atlantis to spite the bird-like aliens omg i cant believe im typing this. Louis and Lestat finally have some legit canon cuddletimes.

- Pandora - the story of the vampire Pandora, and why Marius is bad at relationships. Lots of good Roman times stuff.

- Vittorio - is not a VC vampire, and wants nothing to do with that dysfunctional pile of fanged crazies. @monstersinthecosmos and @vittoriathevampire could give you a better summary of that one, since I didn’t absorb it too well :P

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