#this has the potential to turn into horror but please don't do this to me

[silverloreley]

Death (or lack thereof) on the Isle of the Lost

The Descendants wave is still on for me and I have to take this thing out of my mind so I can (hopefully) go back to do irl things I actually have to do.

So, the Isle of the Lost. We (the fandom) already talked about many things, but there is one that always makes me ponder, aka the supposed mortality rate.

A lot of fanwriters/headcanoners and so forth insert the death of parents for many Isle kids, but how is it possible, I wonder, that Villains were brought back to life, only to die again? Then why bringing them back to begin with? Let them stay dead!

Unless there was a reason for it. Unless the Villains had already escaped death in the first place (like they did in the webseries Villain’s Lair) OR there was a concrete chance someone on their side could bring them back (and here I call back to Nasira, she’s been the culprit in my top tier headcanon until some time ago).

I already mentioned the Auradon Handbook hints that the Villains briefly ruled the world and there was a Heroes’ revolt to defeat them again, so it’s likely the Beast was elected King in one of the most ancient ways, aka for prowess on the battlefield.

And, if the Heroes had already killed their Villains in the past, and had to fight them again, then it’s likely there was a lot of fear going around it could happen again. Another war, more fights in the lands, more chances of the Villains taking control.

The Isle was made for this, to keep everyone in with no way out, not even death. Because death, for some Villains, is reversible. Because them being alive in seclusion was safer than having them dead.

What does it have to do with the Isle’s mortality rate, you ask? Everything. It means the Barrier very likely doesn’t allow Villains to die, hence no mortality rate in there, not for them.

Now, that would poise a problem, aka the Villains believing themselves invincible. “How to force them to keep each other in check?” someone must have been thinking during the planning.

Through the single thing more dangerous than despair: hope.

Follow me: some of the princesses (and perhaps a certain Fairy) likely thought that if Villains had their own kids to care for, their flesh and blood to protect and nurture, they’d learn love and the value of life and compassion (”even Villains love their kids” echoes very strong here, no?). Very nice, I guess, although a tad too idealistic. Someone with a bit more, uh, common sense may think that as a harsher punishment, not as a chance for redemption. Someone a bit less kind may say: you made us suffer, now watch as the one you may love suffers too, with the little inkling of hope they one day could break you out just to escape the misery. Learn compassion through pain.

Therefore the possibility geriatric characters had children. And one may argue men’s fertility has phases during their lives and older men can still procreate, but women? Once menopause hits, it’s done, no more babies. And yet! Yzma, arguably the oldest of the oldest female villains - biologically - has not one but two children. TWO! I always found it so very weird and the only explanation is that the Barrier’s system is even more cruel than it seemed at first sight, that it kept the Villains in good enough health to allow this for a precise aim.

Because adults can’t die, children can. Children did. All the deaths on the Isle are in the second generation.

Let that sink in. It’s impossible that children are equally immune to death because, otherwise Mal would have known she couldn’t drown when she and Uma were little, or the kids would be a lot more reckless than they are, therefore children can face death, that’s a fact. Perhaps the Barrier keeps them in better health than the living conditions would realistically allow, but death is still a real possibilty for Isle kids.

At the same time, adults can’t die, we said, but how to make sure they won’t ignore the need to protect their perspective progeny (especially before it existed) and go on bloody sprees against each other?

And here comes my idea. Adults can’t die on the Isle, but they can feel the wounds, suffer from the illnesses, feel the pain just as strongly and, in case of lethal situations, since they can’t die, they suffer a thing a few princesses did: a sleeping spell, or rather, a coma-like living death, with some perception of the outside, but no real consciousness nor ability to act. Fear of that would be enough to restrain even the most calloused Villains, especially the ones who are obsessed with control because what can be worse than not having control on their own selves for them?

There’s one more thing I headcanon the Barrier does, and it’s that it mellows the Villains’ minds. I already talked a bit about in the post mentioned above, so I won’t delve into this again, the point is that the weakening of the Villains from a mental point of view can be the Barrier’s doing. Why? It’s possibly the only measure put forth to prevent a too high body count for the kids, other than prevention in the remote possibility they might get out. Because, if the Villains are scatterbrained and uncaring and less evil overall, the kids have better chances of survival, and if they are less cunning they are easier to defeat (evidence of this? I’ll give you one that speaks for itself: Maleficent mistaking the fridge for a safe and being unable to open it).

OR it ould be that every time they should have had a death, they wake up from their coma a little less than they were. A little less smart, a little less quick, a little less elegant, less fearsome, less anything. The more time they “die“ the more is taken from them. As an unpredicted aftereffect of cheating death.

And, ooops, this is a lot darker than I anticipated when I eleborated the idea in my head.

#disney descendants #descendants #mostly headcanons #or meta #whatever #this has the potential to turn into horror but please don't do this to me #I can't stand horror my heart is too weak #the last idea is from that movie the OG!Loki fandom references when we speak about how he was watered down more with every apparition in mcu #I prefer the barrier theory though #I mean how many times Maleficent must have died to turn like that?

[eggcats]

I saw a radioapple fic where Michael (Lucifer's twin brother) comes to visit (Hotel Stay by CBM_NotWeedGuys)

and a really funny fic similar to that would be just Michael thinking that demons are kind of like, a "vacation hookup" if you will - like nothing serious but a fun way to pass the time esp bc demons are exotic to angels, and so he spends So Much Time just flirting with Alastor bc cmon if you're gonna get a demon you're going to go after mister fancy voice sharp teeth occasional eldritch horror, right?

And Lucifer is SO Jealous but he has no idea that's what he's feeling. He's doing everything in his power to take up as much of Alastor's time and attention as possible, under the assumption that this is holdover resentment from the Fall - and not that suddenly he has potential competition and it's driving him insane.

He thinks he's upset about Michael upsetting the balance of the hotel, not respecting his people, and how DARE he show up and just harass the people who work for his daughter?! (him@himself: I'm ignoring me doing the same exact thing here)

He spends every second trying to get Michael away from Alastor because only ONE person is going to bother and have all his attention, and he was here first dammit!

(Them being twins makes this even worse, bc while Lucifer looks more hellish and Michael more angelic, they still look a great deal alike, so Lucifer once again is like I WAS HERE FIRST 😠)

Alastor, meanwhile, cannot figure out why him playing nice - LIKE HE WAS SPECIFICALLY TOLD (AND THREATENED) TO BY BOTH CHARLIE AND LUCIFER - keeps making Lucifer even more upset every time. Even when he does something unnerving and demonic towards Michael, Lucifer isn't any more pleased. Every time he turns around, he's practically underfoot and attached at the hip, like he thinks he's a wild animal who can't be trusted on his own.

I don't think either of these idiots will figure it out on their own. I think Lucifer will only realize when he blows up at Michael, having no idea why, and Michael is like, dude, if he's your boyfriend, you should have just told me? And Lucifer is like "he's my WHAT????!"

#hazbin hotel #radioapple #appleradio #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #alastor #fic #thinking about this today at work #duckiedeer #mine

[merakiui]

VIL’S BIRTHDAY!!!! 🎂 GIVE US VIL THOUGHT OR SUFFER!!!!

ANON, PLEASE....... _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_ have mercy on me... spare me.........

AHEM. LOL as for Vil thoughts!!!!! I think we don't discuss cyberstalker Vil enough,,, the way he was obsessively checking the status of who was most beautiful and Neige's Magicam account during book five........ there's so much potential of Vil being Magicam friends/mutuals with you but never having met you irl, only ever doing online collabs. Whenever he has the time, he's checking your account to see if you've posted anything new, wanting to know what it is you're up to. I like to think he'd try to regulate this obsession so it doesn't become unhealthy (after all, too much screen time can be very bad!), but it becomes impossible the more he falls.

Or a Vil who turns you into a living doll after using various poisons to paralyze you. <3 it's a temporary effect, of course, but he has warned you that it you keep acting out of line and trying to escape he'll employ a more...permanent means of keeping you by his side. Vil takes great care in dressing you up every day, taking the time to apply your makeup and even going so far as to deliberate over which fragrance you should wear. You're not going out anywhere; this is solely for his eyes only, but Vil insists that looking your best, even in the comforts of your home, can be a marvelous feeling.

Or maybe something where Vil is offered a role to be a slasher/horror movie villain. At first he considers turning the role down because he doesn't want to continue to perpetuate an untrue image, and he doesn't like the idea of playing a villain who won't remain on stage until the end. But then he reads through the script and sees that the villain actually wins in the end. Sure, it's a bad ending for the protagonist, but for the villain this is the best possible ending... despite this, he's about to turn the role down when he catches wind that you'll be playing the lead role, the character who is held captive by the character Vil could play. And Vil has always wanted the opportunity to be able to touch and kiss you in more intimate ways without having to trouble himself with both of your reputations or, most importantly, the fact that he's not very close with you...

Beauty and the beast au, but Vil is the beast. >:D cursed to be a hideous beast and now he lives alone in a castle in the woods. The typical monsterfucking scenario. <3

Stepbrother Vil who is your first for everything. He won't allow his precious stepsibling to settle for a subpar partner. That's why you'll practice with someone you can trust, someone responsible, someone like your brother Vil.

#twisted chit chat #tw: stepcest

[in1-nutshell]

The request was deleted on accident. But it talked about Elita One from TFA having a twin sister that was the mom friend who took her place in Archa 7. Buddy turned into Blackarachnia, but based on SG! Blackarachnia. Buddy embraces her organic form and still has the same personality. I loved the amount of potential this prompt had. I did this on the Cons reaction to Buddy. If you would like a continuation, please let me know and request it when the requests are open.

Request from @mcanon

Hope you enjoy!

Elita One's twin sister taking her place as Blackarachnia

SFW, platonic, familial, angst, mentions of wounds and transformation, mentions of insecurity but nothing detailed

TFA

Buddy and Elita are spark twin.

Some of the closest sisters Cybertron had ever known.

Kup had named Elita for her air of status.

He named Optimus for his optimism.

He named Sentinel as his guarded nature.

He named Buddy because she was a buddy to everyone. No, not Buddy could befriend.

"Hahaha! What a lame name! Haha--" --Sentinel

Elita and Optimus death glaring at him.

"... But who am I to judge right guys?..." --Sentinel

Buddy loves Elita so much. But she swears that she has the braincell most of the time.

She shares it mostly with Optimus as they both watch Elita and Sentinel go outside of there comfort zone and do some questionable things.

Elita and Sentinel about to do something reckless.

Buddy and Optimus ready with the fire extinguisher and trash bags at the ready.

Then the event came at Archa 7...

Buddy and Optimus opposed going to a planet without their juristriction.

"Tell me again why we are here with you two?"-- Buddy

"Because we are the star candidates of the Elite Guard and you don't want to let them miss us."-- Sentinel

"Try again Sentinel."--Buddy

"Because you wouldn't let your twin go by herself?"-- Elita One

"Strike two Lita."--Buddy

"Because they are our dum friends and we love them too much?"-- Optimus

"That's the correct answer."--Buddy

"Can't believe it. Betrayed by my own sister."-- Elita One

"Love you too Lita."--Buddy

Then the spiders came out.

Sentinel managed to make it to the mouth of the cave and was ready to catch his friends at the opening.

Buddy and Elita downloaded Optimus's grappling hook and the three swung into the air.

They were getting closer and closer...

They were almost there...

Then Elita's download went out.

"AAAHHH!"--Elita One

"ELITA!"-- Everyone

"Gotcha!"-- Buddy

"Thanks Buddy! Wait what about your download?!"--Elita One

"Elita, Lita look at me!"--Buddy

"What--"--Elita One

"I love you guys to Cybertron and back."--Buddy

Rapid beeping sounds.

"OPTIMUS CATCH!"-- Buddy

Buddy throws Elita to Optimus as her download stops and falls back into the crumbling cave of spiders below

"BUDDY!"--Elita and Optimus

Buddy hits a support beam in the cave and it starts crumbling down on her and the spider's.

Elita is screaming for Buddy, Optimus is yelling but he knows that he has to get his remaining friends out of there now.

He doesn't know how but he managed to get a screaming Sentinel and limp Elita out of the dangers of the former cave.

Sentinel is furious for the both of them for leaving Buddy behind.

Optimus begins the scan already predicting the unlikely outcome that Buddy's signature to be online.

Elita...

Elita is frozen in horror looking at the remains of the cave. She starts the scan when Sentinel starts his.

They spend hours and hours looking.

Buddy's energon signature was no where to be seen.

The now trio returned to Cybertron with heavy sparks.

One filled with fury.

One filled with guilt.

One filled with sadness and despair.

Elita is shocked when she hears that Optimus took the blame for the venture. A part of her wanted to go straight to Magnus and tell the whole truth.

But the other part held some resentment.

If he had just caught her too...

Elita and Sentinel both continue their training in the Academy as Optimus went to do Spacebridge repairs.

Meanwhile...

Buddy had survived the fall.

As she tried to fight off the remaining spiders when she accidentally downloads it and gets bitten by the spiders.

She screams in agony as the venom slowly transformed her into something else. When it's finished the remaining spiders had left leaving Buddy alone to wallow alone in her newly transformed body.

She crawls out of the hole and starts looking around for her friends and twin.

"Sentinel? Optimus? Elita? Guys? Where are you? I'm here! I'm safe! Guys please this isn't funny! Sentinel! Optimus! Elita! Lita?! LITA?!?! PLEASE! SOMEONE?! ANYONE!?! DONT LEAVE ME ALONE!"--Buddy

Silence...

"...please... Don't go..."

Days pass and no sign of anyone. Buddy is convinced that they had left her for dead. She cries and cries until she has no more to cry... For now anyways.

She wants to hate the spiders.

She wants to blame someone.

But she knows deep down this was one her.

It takes a bit of silent reflection, Buddy comes to terms with her new body and decides to embrace her change.

Buddy knows that Cybertron is no longer an option, they would discete her without a second thought. And she was not ready to face her former Academy mates and Elita.

Maybe there was someplace out there that would accept her as she was. Maybe some bots out there in the vast universe.

It was at that moment that a Cybertronian ship had arrived.

Buddy nearly leaped for joy until she saw the insignia on the ship.

A Decepticon ship...

And the first to come down from the ship was none other than the leader himself, Megatron.

The history videos did not do his massive presence justice.

A couple more of his soldiers came down and began to talk to him.

"Why did we stop here Lord Megatron?"--Blitzwing

"Do not question our grand and glorious leader!"--Lugnut

"There was an energon spike here a few weeks ago. There has to be something here to have caused it."--Megatron

Buddy watched from a far as the Cons talked.

Suddenly a rouge spider had crawled out of the hole and started running to the Cons. Buddy didn't know what happened in that moment but she knew that no one deserves the transformation she endured, not even the worst bot in history.

She leaped out of her hiding place and pushed Megatron out of the way letting the spider to pounce on her.

"DIE SPIDER! DIE!"-- Buddy

"How dares-- What--"--Megatron

She remembered hearing a lot of shouting, but her main target was eliminating the spider once and for all.

It was a swift yet brutal death to the organic that left Buddy drenched in it's juices.

Buddy found herself face to face with several blasters. But they were all put down as soon as Megatron ordered it.

Buddy had never felt such a powerful presence, the only other bot to have a near effect was Ultra Magnus.

Buddy felt small, literally against these giants.

No one is expecting Megatron to hold out his servo to help Buddy from off her knees.

"What is your designation?"-- Megatron

"My designation is Buddy. I was a former medic for my team, but they abandoned me for dead."-- Buddy

"... Abandoned you say... And what in the case I offer you a spot in our ranks? You seem capable enough to keep up. What is your answer?"-- Megatron

"... I would like to join you and your army as you're medic."-- Buddy

"Done."--Megatron

"Master you can--"--Lugnut

"Done."-- Megatron

She is put in charge as the ships medic soon after. It's incredibly lonely and isolating at first. No Con wanting to go near her in fear of the disgusting organic body.

Buddy doesn't blame them either.

Buddy is very insecure about it but keeps it down and does her job. A job that she found out she was rather good at.

One of the first Cons to befriend Buddy besides Megatron was Blitzwing and Lugnut.

The others soon followed there after.

Megatron has respect for Buddy when a bit more of her backstory is revealed. Buddy of course never identifies the boys in her stories but, it does leave the warlord with some pity.

Over her time as the Cons medic, she becomes a confident ally,dare he say friend.

He is more than 100% willing to hurt thoughts who wronged Buddy despite what Buddy said about forgiving.

He knows part of that is a load of scrap.

He can see it in her optics.

"With all due respect Lord Megatron. But going one in one with a team of Autobots, one that had the Magnus hammer, was incredibly dumb."--Buddy

"I see that."--Megatron

"You should know better Lord Megatron. If it weren't for natural causes... It doesn't matter right now..."--Buddy

"You worry for me."--Megatron

"Of course I worry. You are our leader of course."-- Buddy

"And not because of something else?"--Megatron

"What do you mean? I don't understand..."--Buddy

"Something... Something like--"--Megatron

"Lord Megatron!"--Lugnut

"...Yes Lugnut..."--Megatron

Blitzwing s relationship with Buddy can be summarized as a sibling relationship.

Icy loves having conversations with Buddy whether work related or not.

Hothead enjoys teasing Buddy, but Primus help the vot how decides to make fun of Buddy while he's around.

It's the classic 'no one can bully my sibling but me'.

Random likes spooking and getting Buddy out of her comfort zone, but he has his limits.

Blitzwing helps Buddy create a stoic face that looks menacing and creepy.

Buddy has to fit in some how right?.

"Let's try this one more time. Show me your angry face."--Icy

"Like this angry!"--Hothead

"Like this!"--Buddy

"Aw! You look like one of those earth kitties!"--Random

Lugnut is the next one.

Lugnut had his doubts at first with Buddy and thought she was an Auto or spy for a bit.

But as soon as he is in charge of getting her updated on Con activity and see her trying, he is hooked.

Buddy is a nice colleague to talk to and rant about the greatest achievements of Lord Megatron.

"So you think that Lord Megatron would like this poem?"--Lugnut

"... Lugnut maybe you should stick with giving him some of his oil before trying the poem thing again."--Buddy

Starscteam is last on the list because he was extremely wary of Buddy.

Not just because of her organic side. But because of her kindness and gentleness. Two traits that are not commonly associated with Cons.

He does come to terms with Buddy as she listens to his rants and genuinely worries for him when he goes out of the base too long.

He has told Buddy that when he becomes leader, he'll make Buddy his Second in Command.

Buddy gently declines this offer as she still works for Megatron and that she is not leader material .

He insisted though.

"For the last time Starscteam. I am not leader material, and anyways I have nothing against Lord Megatron."--Buddy

"We will see when I am the new leader!"--Starscream

#transformers #transformers x reader #maccadam #transformers animated #bot buddy #tfa elita one twin sister

[ira-hydrangea]

My mind has gone through some phase right now where I kinda need a little break... So it's just decided to pop out a new story 🙂. So... Here we go...

The Forgotten

Yuu realized that after Malleus overblot, something weird happen to them. They see shadows and heard a voice coming from the darkness.

In horror and confusion, they talk with Micket through the mirror. Mickey knows what happens to them and explains it to them.

So, when facing overblot, the blot has also accumulated and it almost reaches it power when the phantom or the blot manages to get into Idia and escape from S.T.Y.X

It regains its almost full power with Malleus overblot. Now, the phantom cannot exist without a vessel. At first, the one that they choose is Grim but then noticed that Yuu are far better than anyone. They come with no magic but have endless growth potential. The phantom also starts to notice Yuu's body adjustment to Twisted Wonderland magic. And what makes the phantom more sure about making Yuu into their precious vessel or puppet?

The hope and despair that Yuu has. Who knows maybe after witnessing Yuu facing so many of his overblot forms, it's also started to have some fondness towards Yuu. (Almost similar to Mother Gothel).

Learning all this from Mickey, Yuu can only stare at the mirror in shock, and at the same time, the silhouette of the phantom starts to emerge in the form of a man. Smiling wickedly toward Yuu before said "Soon..."

As day turned to week, the encounter between Yuu and the phantom becomes a daily routine and Yuu even feel that sometimes, their consciousness start to seep away.

"I... I can't do this anymore, Mickey! I-I don't want to wake up only to see that I have hurt my friends! Please! You got to help me." plead Yuu as Mickey watch with sadness.

"I'm sorry but... Even I don't know how to get rid of them. The most I can do is find a way to seal him. But with that power, I don't think I can do it..."

"No way..."

As Yuu's silent cry fills the room, they then start to think of something.

"In that case... Do you know a way for me to... Seal myself away?"

"WHAT?! THAT IS ABSURD!"

"If I can't find a way to make the phantom leave then... I can seal it away along with myself. That way I would not hurt anyone."

"NO! I CAN'T ALLOW YOU TO SACRIFICE YOURSELF!"

"Please, Mickey! I rather choose this than hurt my friends! Please, Mickey..."

"I.... Ugh, fine...."

And so, with the help of Mickey, Yuu starts to prepare a place and spell that will seal them along with their consciousness into a deep slumber. Mickey still thinks about Yuu's safety and suggests that they do it with the help of the Artifact or items. It a more safe path for Yuu to use so they agree.

Mickey proposes that they need to choose some people that will be trustworthy enough to hold the artifact or items. Someone that not only act as a holder but also as a guardian or knight. That why a few people from RSA pop up in Yuu mind.

(Let's just say that is a gender-bent from the Disney Princess version)

There are a total of seven artifacts that will be used to seal Yuu away. The Seven Knights of RSA or the guardian are also chosen because Yuu manages to build trust and a relationship with them. For example, Neige or maybe Rollo? (shocking, I know).

And the last preparation is a spell. A spell that can make anyone besides the artifact holder or the guardian forgot the existence of Yuu. This will make everything more bearable for Yuu so that their friends won't waste so much time searching for them.

On the promised day, Yuu spends all their time before with all their friends doing whatever they want. In the last week, they smiled before entering the place with a mirror along with their guardians.

The place that the magic mirror helped to find is an abandoned palace with beautiful scenery. The Magic Mirror respected Yuu's wish and decide to assist. So unless someone holds the key, they cannot teleport to Yuu's place.

(How I imagine the place. So Yuu will sleep in the throne as soon as the spell and the artifact is activated)

Walking towards the throne with a solemn look as their cape blow gently behind them. You look at the pictures of every single of his friends before letting them fly away into the distance. As they sit in the throne looking at their RSA friends -no... They should call them, the guardian.

With a nod, the guardian start to activate the items and the magic soon start to engulf and make a barrier around Yuu before slowly, Yuu close their eyes and fall into a slumber.

At the same time, the magic in Twisted Wonderland starts to activate too and no one will remember the existence of Yuu. Only a few ones that still remember. The guardian, Mickey, The mirror, and somehow... The little feline, Grim.

Maybe there is a mishap in the spell?

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I plan to make this into a series. Depending on me, maybe it will be here or on Wattpad. But so far, this is the scenario I manage to think of. So, What do you guys think? Feel free to add your all own thoughts in the ask section or comment section.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland au #twisted wonderland scenario #Sealed!Yuu #Yuu!Sacrifice #Angst

[naeverse]

A Fate Worse Than Death - Part 3

🕷️staring: Miguel O’Hara x fem!Reader

🟥 preview: 

His eyes snapped open as he heard someone entering his office in a quiet, almost silent manner. Their footfalls, delicate, almost imperceptible on the black flooring of his office. Due to his enhanced senses, he was able to hear the person way before he even saw them. 

He turned around, his pupils glowing blazing crimson, his fangs barred, and his claws extended from his fingertips. 

“Who the hell are you, and how the fuck did you get in here!?” 

🕷️Summary: 

Miguel O’Hara’s past comes back to haunt him when a mysterious stranger strolls into his office, carrying with them a profound misfortune that has the potential to ruin everything..

🟦tw/cw. Angst, unprotected sex, fingering, body worship, dirty talk, multiple reader orgasms, big dick Miguel, mutual orgasm, etc… 

🕷️pet names: (hers) Mi amor (My love), Bebè (Baby), Cariño (Darling)

🟥rating. 18+ explicit I SMUT I

🟦Word count: 5.2k

(*All rights reserved. DO NOT repost/translate/copy any of my work.*)

"I can't tell you any more than this..." he sighed, averting his gaze. "I left you for a reason, Y/N... 

We cannot be together…"

Your heart plummeted at his words. You reached out, your hands trembling as they grasped his. "You can't possibly believe that...right? 

Right?!" 

Your voice quivered with fear and disbelief, desperately seeking reassurance.

He sighed, looking down at you with a heavy heart. "I wish I was," he admitted, his tone filled with sadness. 

You were on the verge of tears once more. "W-Well..., I don't care," you spat out in frustration and determination. Your grip on his hand tightened, like you were afraid he would dissolve and disappear right then and there.

Miguel's heart warmed at your words. Despite everything, you were willing to fight for your relationship, for him…

However, he knew what was at stake, and he was aware of the horrors that could unfold if you stayed together. Miguel met your gaze, his jaw clenched.

"Well, I do care," he responded, your lips trembling as you cupped his cheeks in your hands, searching his eyes for what you hoped you wouldn't find. 

Sincerity...

Miguel truly meant what he had said. He believed that you and he weren't meant to be.

"W-why? P-please, tell me why?" you pleaded through your tears. Miguel's eyes teared up as well, and he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. 

"I-I'm sorry... I can't tell you, Y/N." 

You sobbed even harder, burying your face into his muscular chest that was covered in his holographic suit. A tear slid down Miguel's cheek as he felt the devastating impact of the prophecy tearing the two of you apart. 

He gently cupped your chin with his fingers, lifting your tear-stained face to meet his gaze. Your complexion was completely flushed, your cheeks pink and glistening from your tears. 

Even in this state, Miguel couldn't help but find you utterly breathtaking.

The more Miguel looked at you, the more his heart tugged, and the more he remembered...

When he left you and tried to fill the gaping hole in his heart that you had occupied, it proved utterly impossible. 

He became a workaholic, throwing himself into the task of maintaining the stability and protection of the multiverse. It was a demanding and hectic job, filled with sporadic challenges, but even so, it just wasn't enough.

His loneliness, longing, sadness, and frustration at not having you by his side manifested as anger and fury. 

He was always irritable, quick-tempered, and grumpy. The other Spider-people in the society probably couldn't stand him. He was nearly impossible to impress, hard to please. He blew up over the smallest of things and considered everything about his existence to be a living hell.

As before, his solution to his problems was isolation. He locked himself in his office, distancing himself from the other Spider-people and from destiny itself. In his office, he was forced to focus on one thing and one thing only: his job.

Day after day, he stood in the same spot, fixated on those damn screens. Sometimes, he would go for days without seeing the sun, without drinking water, without eating, even neglecting to inject himself with the serum that helped curb his blood cravings.

He might have gone mad if it weren't for Lyla. She was a constant presence, always reminding him of his vital tasks, urging him to take his injections, get lunch, and more. Sometimes he ignored her, but Lyla was persistent…

His trusted A.I. remembered you well. It wasn't easy for her to forget you, especially given Miguel's state of mind. She knew he missed you, and she understood that your absence was the root cause of his depression. 

However, Lyla also bore witness to Miguel's discovery of the horrifying fate that seemed to await your relationship. As a hologram and purely logical technology, she could only analyze the situation from a rational standpoint.

Despite Miguel's emotions and pain, she believed that how he was handling it was, in some way, better than the alternative…

..

.

Right now, Miguel held you in his arms, his crimson eyes taking in every detail of your presence.

You were here with him, not on Earth-2099, and regardless of how much he believed he needed you gone to avoid the impending fate of your relationship, he couldn't help but miss you.

Every part of you...

Your smile, your laughter, your voice, the way you talked, even the small mannerisms that were oblivious to yourself but so familiar to Miguel.

He missed you so damn bad…

As he held you in his arms, feeling your feminine curves pressed against his muscular frame, the desire to express how much he loved you welled up within him. Despite everything, he wanted you to know that he would continue to love you endlessly, even though this might be your last time together...

You continued to weep in Miguel's arms, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from your trembling lips. He licked his own, aching to kiss you and make amends for all the hurt and pain he had caused you over the past seven years.

"May I?" Miguel whispered, his gaze fixed on your trembling, soft, and plush lips once more. His question surprised you, prompting you to open your eyes. But when you looked up at him, you saw something that left you shocked.

Miguel's eyes were brimming with love, devotion, and longing, the very sight you had hoped to witness when you first arrived on Earth-928. 

It was the same look he used to give you...

After a long day of fighting crime, when you returned home to each other, or even as you drifted to sleep in each other's embrace, Miguel's crimson eyes always held that nostalgic look of pure love for you. 

It was all you had ever wanted, needed, and desired for the past seven years. The sight of it made your heart flutter, and your breath quickened in response.

Miguel found your surprised expression to be absolutely beautiful and gorgeous. He brushed his thumb along your lips, tracing them with the pad of his finger, causing your breath to hitch.

Without a second thought, you nodded hastily, and Miguel didn't hesitate to press his lips against yours.

Your lips collided in a kiss that was both tender and passionate, bearing the weight of years' worth of pent-up longing. In that moment, the two of you realized just how long it had truly been since your separation, the burning urge to touch, taste, and feel each other overwhelming your senses.

Miguel kissed you eagerly as you reciprocated with the same fervor. His calloused hands moved down your body, caressing your thighs, hips, and ass in an effort to feel your every curve through his gloves. You moaned softly against his lips. 

The kiss was becoming more heated as time went on. Miguel's powerful arms encircled you, effortlessly lifting your body off the ground. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arms settled around his neck, whilst his hands fell into place under your rear. 

He'd forgotten how good it felt to hold you like this; you were practically weightless in his arms.

“Gosh, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you, Y/N.” 

He mumbled amidst the passionate kiss, his voice raw with desperation, and it became evident just how much he had yearned for you – as much as you had yearned for him. Your heart fluttered at his heartfelt words, deeply moved by the sincerity of his emotions.

Miguel gave your ass a small squeeze whilst continuing to kiss you, his feet moving to the couch where he laid you gently upon the plush cushions. Your hair sprouted out under you whilst your back rested against the black, leather sofa. Miguel positioned himself over you, his knee gently pressing between your legs and his arms holding his body up as he continued to kiss your lips passionately.

He pulled away to marvel at you, the sight under him, breathtaking. 

You gazed up at him, breathless, your chest heaving with desire. Your lips were puffy and reddened from the passionate kisses, and your cheeks still glistened from your previous tears. Your body was tightly hugged by your red and blue holographic spider suit, the one he had created specifically for you. The suit accentuated every alluring curve and feature that drove Miguel wild with desire.

Your mesmerizing breasts, alluring curves, mouthwatering thighs, and luscious ass.

He could only fantasize about these features of you for the past seven years. When his high, lust, and want for you become too much for him to bear, he'll jerk off to old images of you. It was never satisfying, but it did crave his need momentarily, 

but now…

His crimson eyes darkened, his large, gloved hands feeling up and down your sides, squeezing the alluring flesh through your suit to make sure this wasn't a dream. He groaned when he heard the all too familiar moans that escaped your lips at his touch. 

He smirked, leaning down to capture your lips in another searing kiss. You responded eagerly, intoxicated by his lips that you had craved so much for so long.

"Miggy…" You whispered between kisses. "I want you…please." Your begs eliciting a growl from the depths of Miguel's chest. "As you wish, Cariño." He purred, kissing along your cheeks whilst his thick fingers slid up to your neck to locate the buttons to your suit. 

Your breathing quickened once you heard the soft click against your neck. Your suit began to flicker and disintegrate from around you, revealing your nude being to Miguel.

Miguel's crimson eyes roamed frantically over your body, trying to take in as much as he could, savoring this beautiful sight in front of him. His suit was starting to become overwhelmingly tight, squeezing his hardened arousal. He bit his lip, running a hand along your bare stomach. 

You shivered at his touch, looking up at your muscular and large lover. His tanned lips pulled into a smirk, his gloved hand moving along your body caressing your bare skin but avoiding your sensitive areas. 

Miguel wanted to prolong this for as long as he could…

"Fuck, eres tan hermosa, bebé" 

He tenderly kissed and sucked your neck, marking you as his. You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his huge backside, pulling him closer to you. 

"M-Miggy…I-I want you to-"

"Patience, mi amor." He chuckled, pressing one final kiss to your neck before pulling away to meet your desirous and pleading gaze. You gave Miguel a pout which only caused his smile to deepen at how cute you were. 

He cupped your cheek in his large hand, caressing it with his thumb. "I want to cherish you, bebé. Worship that gorgeous body of yours that I've missed for so long.” He said, his voice deep, husky, and incredibly seductive that it made the heat between your legs throb. He leaned in close, teasing you. 

He kissed your forehead, then moved down to your nose, cheeks, along your jawline, and chin, finally reaching the corners of your lips. You moaned softly, relishing in the small pleasures Miguel was bringing to your body. 

“Will you allow me to do that for you, mi amor? 

Worship you?” 

He whispered against your lips. Miguel’s crimson eyes stared down at your soft, puffy lips before meeting your gaze. He already knew your answer to his question, but he wanted to hear it from that pretty little mouth of yours. 

You didn't have to ponder his question for long. The answer was right there on the tip of your tongue, like a word you had known for years. Your response was undeniable, and you were certain Miguel knew that too.

"Yes," you uttered, your voice filled with anticipation and desire for him. "Please, Miguel," you pleaded as he loomed above you.

Your words made Miguel’s cock painfully harden under his tight spider suit. He growled, smashing his lips upon yours once again. You moaned against his lips, your body craving him the more your fiery kiss prolonged. 

Miguel groaned deeply, savoring the closeness between you. His lips devoured yours for what felt like an eternity, like an unbreakable spell had cast the two of you into a state of perpetual love, adoration, and desire for one another.

Miguel’s hands trailed down your figure whilst his lips continued to consume yours. When he finally came into contact with what he desired, he groped your bare chest in his large hand. His calloused palm completely enclosing your supple breast. 

You gasped, pulling away from him, your eyes half-lidded, and your cheeks flushed. He smirked at your reaction, beginning to tease and roll your hardened nipple with his thumb. 

Endless moans escaped your lips that made Miguel’s heart warm. He had longed to hear those sweet sounds from you for so long. It was like music to his ears, and he never wanted it to end.

Your body was filled with overwhelming bursts of pleasure, and it didn’t help that Miguel was looking so sexy over you. 

Your core leaked with your juices at just the knowledge of every delectable feeling of bliss that spread through your body was caused by him. A burning desire to be filled by his huge cock overwhelmed your being, your thighs coated in your essence.

"You like that, mi amor?" He asked with a toothy grin, his sharp fangs peeking out from under his lip, his forefinger and thumb continuing to knead the nipples of your breasts. You whimpered and mewled uncontrollably under him, your body becoming so hot and needy. 

"Yes, mmm, please, Miguel. I-I can't." You begged once again, bringing a smirk to Miguel's lips. Miguel leaned down releasing one of your nipples, to take it into his mouth, sucking gently, feeling the pebble harden further under his ministrations. He groaned softly, his cock twitching rampantly under his restrictive spider suit. 

You moaned, running your fingers through his dark strands. He hummed, his eyes shut and relishing in your delicious touch and taste. His fangs grazing your hardened nipple made you gasp and a blissful sensation spread throughout your entire body. 

Miguel was becoming more and more drunk off of you. His tanned cheeks hollowed as he slowly began to suck sharply and harder at your breasts. He took your chest into his large hands squeezing softly whilst licking, kissing, and occasionally nipping at each one. 

Your entire body was overwhelmingly hot, your core dripping with your juices. Heavy breaths escaped your lips whilst you couldn't stop the many erotic sounds and noises that Miguel was pulling from your very being.

He continued to ravage your chest, placing one hand on your lower back, holding you steady. You were so blinded by the powerful sensations that you didn't feel your lover's large, gloved hand moving from your chest to slip lower down your body towards your heated desire, until his fingers found your throbbing bud. 

A loud, sudden moan escaped your lips at his touch against your sensitive area. Miguel chuckled at your reaction. "Ah, such beautiful noises you are making for me, bebé." He cooed, pecking your lips and quickening his circular motion on your sensitive bud.

Your eyes fluttered, trembling slightly as the blinding and alluring pleasure took over your being. "M-Miggy…It feels s-so good." You moaned, gripping onto his broad shoulders. 

He snickered, brushing a few strands of your hair behind your ears, his fingers never ceasing its pace on your swollen clit. You squirmed and moaned whilst Miguel brought you closer and closer to your sweet end. 

"Do you wish for more, Cariño?" His voice, gravelly and rough, sending a tingly sensation straight to your throbbing core. You frantically nodded, your face flushed. "Y-yes, mmm. P-please give me more Miggy." 

He didn't hesitate to give you what you desired, slipping a gloved, thick finger into your needy hole. You jolted against the leather cushions at the wonderful intrusion. You mewled loudly, his finger thrusting long and deep inside of you. 

"Hmm…so tight bebé." He purred, his eyes taking in your disheveled hair, blissful and crimson cheeks, supple breasts, and glistening skin that was decorated with slowly growing love bites on your neck and chest. 

He inserted another into your tight heat, his two digits pumping in and out of you. "You like this Cariño? My fingers stretching you out?" He huskily asked, his long fingers curling and reaching deep inside of your dripping cunt, hitting your G-spot repeatedly.

You couldn't respond only frantically nod, moans spilling rapidly from your lips. Miguel chuckled, kissing you deeply. With every thrust of your fingers, his palm pressed against your clit making you mewl. Your whimpers were muffled as Miguel continued to kiss you, loving the sounds you were making because of him. 

The sensations started to be too much for you to bear; your body began to tremble horribly. The knots in your stomach were tightening; your breathing increased. 

You were close, very close…

"M-Miggy…" You whimpered airly, pulling away from his lips. The words were so very nostalgic on your tongue; Miguel instantly knew what you meant. He grinned, positioning himself better over you, his fingers pounding roughly into you. 

"Cum for me Muñeca; show me how much you've missed me." 

His intense gaze, and sexy body hovering over you, along with his quickened thrusts inside of your dripping core made your pussy flutter around his digits. 

Instantly you released, your orgasm intense and powerful. You moaned loudly, jerking against the cushion. Your vision became cloudy whilst the feeling of pure bliss and euphoria overwhelmed your senses. Miguel groaned, feeling your tight walls clamp around his thick fingers.

His crimson eyes peered up at you, a small smile dressing his lips to see your flushed cheeks and satisfied eyes staring back at him. He pulled his glistening fingers from your puffy pussy lips, bringing the two gloved digits to his mouth. He moaned softly, tasting your heavenly nectar on his tongue. 

"Sweet and delicious…just like I remembered." Miguel uttered with a smirk, extracting his saliva coated fingers from his mouth. You bit your lip, your eyes trailing his muscular being that laid over you. 

"Please Miguel. L-let me see you." You begged, running your palms along his toned biceps, broad shoulders, defined pecs and abs that were all covered by his sexy red and blue holographic suit.

He groaned, his eyes briefly closing, relishing in your touch. He took your palm in his large hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles that made your heart soar. "Of course, mi amor." 

You bit your lip in anticipation, your eyes following his every move. He placed your hand softly against your stomach before moving to his white multiverse watch that adorned his left wrist. With a few swipes and digital clicks, his red and blue holographic suit began to disintegrate from his body, revealing his tanned, large, muscular being. 

You were practically salivating at the wonderful sight before you…

Miguel's sculpted physique was a masterpiece of strength and sensuality, each muscle carved to perfection. Every sinewy limb exuded a graceful power, with veins beneath his taut skin tracing the contours of his body. 

His bronzed skin seemed to emit warmth, tempting one to reach out and touch. Miguel's smoldering intensity in his eyes felt familiar and nostalgic, assuring you that the moments ahead would be worth the anticipation.

The broad expanse of his chest and shoulders exuded an unmistakable sense of robustness, while his well-defined abs created an irresistible path leading downwards to his remarkable and impressive length. 

His enormous shaft was well-endowed and absolutely amazing. It was completely erect and hardened, his brown, reddish tip already dripping with precum. 

It made you feel fortunate to be graced with such a sight before you. Miguel was a work of art, a blessing to your eyes that grew more captivating with each lingering gaze.

Miguel was filled with pride as he peered down at you, noticing your wandering eyes that lingered over him repeatedly. He bit his lip, relishing the attention you were bestowing upon him, which only fueled his desire even further. 

He was ready for you, and wanted nothing more than to feel the tightness of your walls around his pulsating length.

You wet your lips, reaching out to feel his bare skin and muscles under your palms.

You’ve missed this feeling so much…

His muscles felt unyielding and sculpted beneath your fingers, and you could clearly sense the significant difference compared to the last time you touched him. His body had grown bigger, more substantial, impressively solid, and even more taut. 

You could tell he had dedicated himself to working out extensively over the past seven years, and it sent tingles through your body, making your stomach flutter with longing. 

Miguel shivered under your touch, his cock twitching. Miguel needed you. As your soft palms glided across his toned figure, his need for you grew increasingly overwhelming.

"Mmm bebé…I need you.” He groaned, peering down at you. “Are you ready for me, Cariño?" Miguel asked, his massive cock brushing against your stomach while he hovered over you. You gasped softly at the feeling, biting your lip and nodding. "Y-yes, Miggy…I'm ready." You uttered, meeting his crimson gaze with desperate eyes. 

He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling. 

"Spread your legs for me." 

He whispered, making your heart skip a beat. You hastily obeyed, opening your legs for him. He groaned softly at the sight of your glistening pussy lips, completely soaked in your juices and eager for him. 

He leaned down, leaving a trail of kisses along your stomach, pelvis before lastly, pressing a kiss upon your clit causing you to gasp. He smirked, looking up at you. 

He took his massive cock into his hand, gliding his length along your slick folds and clit making you whine.  He chuckled, a satisfied hum passing his lips as he continued to tease you. "M-Miggy, please." You begged, clenching the leather cushions in your palms. Miguel smiled at your eagerness and the mutual desire you both shared.

"Okay…" He grinned, halting his teasing. He bit his lip, pressing his tip to your soaken entrance. You moaned loudly when he began to push into your tight walls. You squirmed, breathing heavily as he filled you up completely. 

Miguel was always big. His 10-inch cock being over the normal average and holding huge features in all aspects; every time you saw it, it always amazed you. Not only was he enormous, Miguel knew his way around the bedroom which always made your time spent together delightful and always satisfying. 

But before, you've always been able to take him so well, but due to your long separation…

He was massive…

"M-Miggy, t-too big." You whimpered, your legs trembling around him. Miguel grunted. "Hmm, I know, mi amor. You'll get used to me.”  He growled, halting his movements to allow you time to adjust. 

"Let me know when you are ready." He breathed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You nodded, feeling Miguel's huge cock stretch you out completely. You bit your lip, whimpering and moaning softly at the gradual expanding of your tight walls around his shaft. 

Miguel felt you strain and clench around him causing him to faintly groan. His crimson eyes were trained on your face, hoping that after all this time that his huge length didn't bring you any discomfort. He had missed you immensely and would secretly be upset if you asked him to stop; so he felt an overwhelming sense of relief when you nodded, giving him the signal to continue. He smiled, beginning to move further into your tight cunt, stretching you more as he entered. 

He gritted his teeth, his pearly white fangs bearing down on the other at his slow insertion. With eyes tightly closed, you moaned helplessly, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations of intense pleasure that consumed you.

Miguel's eyes remained fixed on you, carefully observing every expression that crossed your face as he began to move at a slow pace inside of you. Your eyes fluttered and rolled, his substantial size filling you completely with each rhythmic thrust, each one as potent as the first, stealing your breath away each time.

The sensation of continuous fullness felt like you were suspended in an eternal state of ecstasy, oblivious to the passage of time.

Miguel continued in his gentle movements inside you, even though his desire was to accelerate his pace; he was determined to wait until you were fully prepared for him.

"Hmm, talk to me, bebé. How does it feel?" Breathlessly, he asked, his hips maintaining their slow and steady rhythm inside you. You moaned softly, struggling to find your words whilst  Miguel's impressive size continued to drive you into a state of blissful ecstasy.

"G-good, s-so good," you slurred. Thankfully, your words were intelligible enough for Miguel to understand, and he smiled. "Mmm, do you want more, Cariño?"

You looked up at Miguel, his crimson eyes practically pleading for your affirmation. 

That look meant the world to you… 

Delicately, you caressed his cheek with your thumb and nodded, whispering, "Y-yes...I want more, Miggy."

Miguel smirked, his fangs protruding from his lips, his eyes growing even redder. "Let me know if it becomes too much," he gruffly said, placing his large hands on either side of your head, burying his face into your neck.

"Are you ready, mi amor?"

You tightly wrapped your arms around his muscular backside. "Y-yes," you responded, your voice trembling with desire. Miguel groaned and then began moving his hips more urgently, his thrusts becoming rougher, faster, and deeper.

You moaned loudly, your eyes fluttering as Miguel gave you his all, wanting you to feel how much he had missed you, how much he desired this moment. He kissed your neck passionately. "Hmm... you feel so fucking good, Cariño," he groaned against your neck, his powerful thrusts never ceasing.

Your stomach was rapidly tightening, every powerful thrust bringing you closer to the brink of ecstasy. You were a moaning, quivering mess, your mind reduced to a pleasurable haze whilst Miguel's impressive length expertly fulfilled your desires in every possible way.

You had longed for this moment, yearning for Miguel so intensely during the years of separation. The passion between you two had always been scorching and profoundly satisfying. 

Over the seven years apart, you could only revisit those memories in your head when the need for release overwhelmed you. Masturbation and the use of toys had been your solace, temporarily soothing the ache for Miguel that never truly went away.

Now, after all this time, you were absolutely certain that your memories couldn't do justice to the incredible reality before you.

"M-Miguel!" You cried out, his cock driving deep inside you with every powerful thrust. "Fuck, mi amor." Miguel's deep, primal growl resonated against your skin, his biceps flexing and his arm muscles bulging as he pounded into you with all his strength. The room reverberated with the explicit sounds of your skin slapping together, a symphony of unbridled passion and desire.

You clung to Miguel like he were your lifeline, a grounding force in this overwhelmingly pleasurable moment. Your toes curled, and your body quivered whilst Miguel relentlessly pistoned his hips into your dripping core.

You dug your nails into Miguel's back, drawing blood and moaning loudly, while he groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. In a matter of seconds, his deep cuts on his back were miraculously healed. Miguel panted, pulling away from your neck to meet your eyes.

"Tell me, Y/N, how much did you miss this?" he growled, his hips never ceasing their passionate assault.

"Is this what you fantasize about at night?" Miguel's voice, husky and commanding, oozed with irresistible allure. "My cock pleasing you just the way you like it, knowing no one else can satisfy you like I can?"

You frantically nodding, the leather couch audibly moving against the black flooring of Miguel's office with the two of your erotic movements.

"I want to hear you, bebé," he groaned, his hands firmly gripping your hips. "I want to know what you imagine when you pleasure yourself."

Your lips trembled, your chest heaving, trying to balance the overwhelming pleasure with coherent thought. "Y-yes, I-I think of you, Miggy," you slurred, moaning, clinging to his back tightly. "I-I imagine your cock every s-single night, Miguel." 

Miguel growled from deep in his throat, slamming his lips onto yours once more. He continued to move his hips into you, his cock burrowing deep into your inner walls. "Cariño, I don't think you know how much power you have over me," he purred against your lips. You let out a passionate whimper, the sound being swallowed by Miguel's mouth while he continued to kiss and thrust into you.

Waves of unbearable tingles continuously spread through your body, while your stomach burned terribly, pleading for release. "M-Miggy,  I-I'm close," you whimpered. Miguel gently pecked your lips before pulling away. He took your hands in his large ones, entwining your fingers, his thumbs caressing the knuckles.

"Hmm, I want your eyes on me, mi amor." 

He huskily demanded, his crimson eyes locking onto yours. You obediently nodded, maintaining your gaze on him. He smiled before resuming his rhythmic thrusts with exquisite precision.

Even after all these years, Miguel knew your desires intimately, understanding you inside and out. It didn't take long for him to rediscover that sweet spot and stimulate it relentlessly. He smirked, savoring the sound of your escalating moans, his hips colliding with yours, and propelling you towards the pinnacle of pleasure.

You clenched his hands tightly, your eyes locked onto his with unwavering intensity. Your body trembled uncontrollably, allowing the pent-up pleasure to erupt from you like a bursting dam.

"M-Miguel, I'm cumming!" you exclaimed loudly, your voice filled with ecstasy. 

"Cum for me, baby, and keep your eyes on me. Don't look away," 

He seductively whispered, maintaining his quickened pace inside of you. You obeyed his command, keeping your gaze firmly fixed on him whilst your orgasm overtook you. You moaned loudly, your body convulsing, squeezing his hands tightly.

Miguel groaned in response, feeling your walls grip him intensely. He thrusted deeply into you one final time before pulling out, releasing onto your stomach. His white, sticky release shot from his tip and settled on your belly, coating your skin in his essence. Miguel, thickly swallowing, panted heavily, slowly coming down from his intense high.

He released your hands and cupped your face in his large palm. "Amazing, mi amor. You did wonderful," he praised, pressing gentle kisses on your forehead, his affection evident in his tender touch. 

"T-Thank you Miggy." You smiled lovingly up at him, and he responded by kissing your lips deeply, savoring the sweet moment. When he finally pulled away, a mischievous smirk played on his lips, eliciting a giggle from you. "What is it?" you asked, your grin mirroring his.

"Are you up for round two? I'm just getting started with you, Cariño," he chuckled, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers as he hovered over you. His eyes locked onto your face. You smiled and nodded in response.

"Okay... let's go again…”

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[cornertheculprit]

actually i am deadass so so serious about this headcanon i think the magatama that maya gives phoenix used to belong to misty fey and i think maya giving it to him was the first signal that she was starting to view him as family because. okay. listen

the context for maya giving phoenix the magatama in the first place was because phoenix refused to let her admit she was guilty even to herself:

Phoenix: I'll be back later, Maya. In the meantime, please make sure you prepare it, OK?

Maya: Huh? "It"? What is "it"?

Phoenix: The document requesting me to be your attorney, of course.

Maya: …! But…

Phoenix: What's wrong?

Maya: Are you sure? I mean, I'm guilty! I'm a murderer!

Phoenix: No one's decided that yet.

Maya: But I did! I killed that person… with these… two hands…!

Phoenix: That's enough, Maya.

Maya: It's hopeless! If you defend me, you'll lose, I'm sure…

Phoenix: Stop it!

Maya: … …Help me… Nick, help me… I'm scared…

Phoenix: Don't worry, I will. When is the trial?

and then, of course, phoenix goes to leave and maya stops him:

Phoenix: Alright. I'm going now.

Maya: Wait.

Phoenix: ...?

Maya: This jewel... This is called a Magatama. It's a magical charm and it's always protected me. Give this to Pearly... And I'm sure she'll lend you her spiritual powers.

and you have to kind of think about the gravity of this. this is maya "...i've been abandoned, haven't i?" fey. this is a person who's used to being left behind, over and over. her father's dead. misty walked out on her. even mia, in her own way, left her behind, and maya says as such ("several years later, my sister announced she would "become a lawyer" and left the mountain." maya even mentions how she lives alone, because at this point morgan is still doing her best to keep pearl as separate from others as she can). more than that, pearl is not the only person who's grown up seeing the fallouts of bad marriages in kurain village—maya grew up there as well. if there's one thing the fey women seem to be used to, it's men walking out on them. and this is a different situation but from maya's perspective i think it can be read kind of similarly—this is phoenix, her semi-new friend who she was just reunited with, who has just seen what seemed like, at the time, the potential horrors of channeling: a spirit going berserk and killing someone using maya's body. it would have been very easy for phoenix to get freaked out by it and turn away, if nothing else, but he doesn't! and more than that, this is the second time he's looked maya in the eye and promised with all of his heart not to leave her behind. even when she tries to push him away because she's got a self-sacrificing streak a mile long.

and when she gives him the magatama...she mentions how it's always protected her, which implies that before the magatama "died" and needed to be recharged (by pearl, this time) whoever had charged it had done so with the intent to "protect" in whatever manner that may have been (maya doesn't know about psyche-locks because that's something spiritually unique to pearl, something which is slightly expanded upon in aa3). and there are two people in her past who would have wanted to see her protected: mia is one, and misty is another. and since no mention of mia is made (what with mia already have her own magatama[s]), it's safer to assume that whoever had charged the magatama previously with the intent to protect would've been none other than her mother. now! the reason i think an argument could be made that it was misty's magatama in the first place!

SO! we see from the kurain master's scroll that misty USED to wear a magatama, though the color of it isn't shown. she also isn't wearing a magatama when met at hazakura temple, and though this could be written off as her just having it somewhere else on her person, i don't think so because of two things: one, the kurain master's talisman (pictured above) that she had kept on her until the day she died, like she was supposed to. it would stand to reason that if she DID still carry her magatama on her person, it would have been dropped alongside the talisman when she died, but there was no magatama in sight and only the talisman to be found. the second reason is because of her final words before she vanished, detailed in mia's files in aa1:

"'I have tarnished the Fey name.' Leaving only these words, my mother vanished."

the fey name meant everything to misty, enough for her to leave her children behind and go into hiding to attempt to spare the village the embarrassment of housing a laughingstock. though she kept the master's talisman (because, at the time, there would have been no other option for someone to be the master in misty's place except morgan, who was not as spiritually powerful as misty, and misty was clearly not about to let that happen) it isn't a stretch to think that she would have abandoned her magatama—charging it with spiritual intent and leaving it behind in the hands of her youngest daughter as a final farewell. it would explain why she carried no magatama on her person when we meet her for the first time at hazakura temple, and explain why maya, who already has her own orange magatama, placed special weight on this green magatama that had supposedly always protected her in some way, shape or form.

so. if the green magatama was once misty's. and if maya had an inkling that it used to belong to misty (given that she doesn't even recognize her face anymore by aa3 and that she doesn't mention her mother when she gives it to phoenix in aa2, she might not have questioned where, exactly, it came from, but i don't think it's too far of a stretch to assume that she might've had an idea). and maya still gave it to phoenix ANYWAY, with the hope that it would gain him the loyalty and aid of her little cousin (who maya KNOWS [given aa3's conversation about the whole thing] will get attached to phoenix the moment pearl starts thinking about phoenix in terms of "mystic maya's special someone"—i.e. a man who won't ditch maya without a second thought like so many men in the village have done before). COMBINED with the fact that later, in aa3, when maya refers to herself as phoenix's "big sister" to phoenix on two separate occasions and tells him flat-out at the end of bridge to the turnabout that phoenix is one of the feys now. it really really all points to the fact that that moment in 2-2 when maya gave phoenix the magatama was the first instance that maya, who gets attached to people so so quickly, looked at phoenix and started thinking of him as family instead of just a friend, even if phoenix hadn't quite reached that point on his side yet (more on that here). i just. think about it a lot

#this has been my essay. thank you #actually i'll put this in the main tags too. why not #phoenix wright #maya fey #ace attorney

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Killer in NYC

Tara Carpenter X Reader

Part 2

Tara POV

We were all sitting at the table joking around when our phones rang.

My eyes widened seeing Carly's lifeless face staring into the camera next to a bloodied Ghostface mask. The panic rose and I began looking around in my bag as everyone else at the table was silent. I couldn't find my inhaler and looked to Sam with wide eyes as I felt myself hyperventilate.

"Where's her inhaler?!" Evan looked around confused.

"Who has asthma?"

Chad stood next to me making sure I sat up straight as Mindy dove into my bag dumping it on the table looking for my pump. My vision beginning to blur.

"Wait Tara has asthma?" Evan began freaking out.

Sam began dialing 9-1-1 when a hand pressed a blue pump to my lips. I inhaled placing my hand on their wrist and felt the air beginning to come back into my lungs. (Y/e/c) eyes peered into mine concerned.

"You good?" I nodded thankful.

"Why do you have an extra inhaler?" Mindy said skeptically. The taller girl shrugged giving me the pump.

"Thought it might come in handy." She turned going back to work. Everyone eyed her before turning back to me.

"Tara.." I hugged Sam feeling myself tear up.

Its happening again.

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.

We had all gathered at our apartment. On the couch Mindy and Chad, standing in the corner was Kirby.

"Well at least we made it to the sequel." Chad turned to his twin incredulous.

"Seriously?" The girl shrugged.

"Uncle Randy would be proud. But we need suspects and at the top of the list we have" Mindy got a napkin and began writing "the love interests" she glanced at Sam and I "or family of the deceased. In the second Stab the killers were revealed to be the mother and the best friend but seeing as this is still a re-quel or legac-sequel I wouldn't put it past them to try and come up with a plot twist."

Kirby stared. "Is it me or does she sound excited about this?"

Sam sighed pinching the bridge of her nose.

"I was really hoping I'd never have to go through this shit again."

"This is bullshit!" Chad ranted standing up. "I don't wanna get stabbed again."

"News flash genius no one does but with our luck...it's even more likely we die this round."

"FUCK!"

"So what do we do?" I felt my mouth move before my brain even processed what I'd said.

"First we have to act natural, chances are we're the core of this movie and any outsiders could potentially be the new killer. We're also gonna need to do some recon." Mindy looked at Sam and I. "Starting with potential love interests."

"Evan wouldn't-"

"David wouldn't-"

"To be fair Sam your last boyfriend was the killer." Sam glared at Chad who put his hands up in surrender. "Sorry but.."

"It's true." I sighed. "And Amber was my best friend so we really can't just trust anyone."

"So..." Mindy smirked. "Who are we stalking first?"

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.

.

Mindy, Chad and I were sitting across the street outside the coffee shop watching Evan and Y/n. Mindy peering through binoculars as Chad was scarfing down French fries.

"This feels weird."

Mindy shrugged. "Weirder than being one of the new final girls to a real life horror movie?"

I quirked an eyebrow. "How do you know I'm one of the new final girls?"

Chad chuckled as Mindy smirked. "Cause you're still a virgin."

I felt my jaw drop. "How do you know I haven't had sex?!"

Mindy scoffed. "Oh please it's obvious in the way Evan keeps dropping hints at every party." She dropped her voice. "Hey babe let's head upstairs...this party's too noisy wanna go somewhere more quiet?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

Chad started making kissing faces at me as the two continued laughing I rolled my eyes turning back to the coffee shop.

"Fuck the both of you."

3rd Person POV

Tara's phone chimed the text coming from an unknown number.

Never split up.

She looked at Chad and Mindy still preoccupied with their teasing, both growing serious when she showed them the message. They'd looked around before looking back to the coffee shop only seeing Y/n cleaning the counter.

"Suspicious." Mindy muttered.

"That doesn't prove anything."

Mindy shrugged standing up with her brother.

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.

.

A few blocks over Kirby and Sam were watching her boyfriend David who was sitting in the library taking notes. They sat in Sam's car as time had passed.

Kirby trying to use her Bluetooth as she played with the car radio making Sam smack her hand.

"Seriously?!"

"What? This is boring and I need something to pass the time!" Sam scoffed.

"Sorry people dying is so boring." Kirby glared.

"Technically this shit started with you so how do I know you're not having some psychotic break and the actual murderer?!"

"Fuck you Kirby!" The girl pushed her in her seat.

"No fuck you Sam this shit all started because of your bat shit crazy daddy!" She pushed back and soon the girls were fighting in their seats the car rocking as they did so. A door handle was snatched open as Sam was pulled out Kirby's nose bleeding as she went to apply pressure.

"Fuck you Sam you're on your own!"

"Don't come crying to me when you're next!"

Strong arms held Sam down and she'd looked back to find her boyfriend staring at her.

"Not that I'm unhappy to see you but what the fuck is going on?"

Sam sighed trying to think of an excuse. She couldn't trust anyone especially if it meant risking her sisters life.

"We were headed here to study when Kirby freaked out on me." She lied through her teeth.

David hugged the girl. "Sorry babe if it helps I always thought she was a little off...but how about you tell me what's actually wrong?"

Sam froze still in his embrace. "What do you mean?"

"Don't come to me when you're next?" The girl shook her head.

"Can we just drop it please?" The man looked into her eyes concern filling his features.

"Ok. Why don't you come into the library with me while I finish my assignment and then we can grab a bite?"

The girl shook her head once again. "I need to get home and check on Tara."

His shoulders sagged in disappointment. "Ok I'll see you later then." He went to kiss her but she turned her cheek.

Sam hastily walked to her car heading back to her apartment alone.

She unlocked the door texting Mindy, Chad and Tara, getting her pajamas together before she stepped into the hot shower.

Steam collecting in the bathroom as her phone chimed.

The apartment door creaked open as black boots took calculated steps further into the apartment.

Sam's phone rang again as she began washing her hair eyes closed, a deep sigh leaving her body as she fell deep in thought.

Chad and Mindy had gone across the street to check in with the baristas as Tara (who was believed to be invincible apparently) stayed back to watch if anyone would leave when he did.

"Hey uhh y/n right?" The girl looked up nodding.

"What's up Chad?" The boys eyebrows furrowed.

"How do you know my name?" The girl narrowed her eyes.

"Maybe I stereotyped you and actually got it right. Or I have ears and you're one of the loudest customers ever. Or I have eyes and I noticed you're one of Tara's friends, or maybe I have common sense and can read the name tag on your shirt." The girl glanced at his blue polo his eyes following where low and behold his name tag was. He chuckled sheepishly as his sister laughed.

"So I'll ask again what's up Chad?"

"Where's Evan?" Mindy asked.

"In the bathroom." Chad nodded.

"Mind if I check?" The girl tilted her head to the side.

"Is there a reason you're asking a lot of questions?" The boy puffed out his chest as his sister spoke up again.

"There a reason you're not answering them?" The two stared at each other before the (y/h/c) pointed.

"Down the hall to the right." She went back to counting the money in the register.

Chad and Mindy walked to the bathroom, the body builder going in by himself slowly opening the door.

"Evan?" Chad opened one door slowly.

Empty.

He went to the next stall again opening the door slowly.

Empty.

He peaked down to see black boots in the last stall praying it was the Tara's scrawny boyfriend.

"Ev-" he was cut off by a scream.

"Dude what the fuck?!" Evan was sat on the toilet phone in hand.

"Shit sorry." Chad closed the door walking back out to Mindy. "He's in there."

The two heard a slam and the doors bell ringing.

"Tara!" They ran out to an empty counter. Y/n standing next to her before they got on her bike.

"Get away from her!" The two were unheard over the motorcycles engine as the bike zoomed down the street.

Y/n swerved through traffic as Tara held tight palms sweating as they raced to her apartment. As soon as the bike stopped Tara ran.

Upstairs Sam had just finished her shower drying off and wiping the mirror before seeing none other than Billy Loomis in her reflection.

"You can't outrun the past kid." She closed her eyes counting to ten before reopening them. The all too familiar Ghostface standing right behind her knife raised and ready to strike when they both heard a scream.

"Sam!" Sam pushed Ghostface as she attempted to run out the bathroom the dark figure grabbing her before she slammed her fist into their abdomen cause them to bend over.

She kicked their head making them fall as she ran.

"Tara!" Her sister came up grabbing her and running out of the apartment. "They're inside the apartment!" The two continued to run before they hit a hard body.

"Woah! Y'all good?" Both Tara and her sister looked to see Y/n disheveled.

Sam's eyes narrowed. "What are you doing here?"

Y/n held her hands up as Tara spoke.

"She gave me a ride. I panicked when I got a text."

"What was it?" Tara went to her phone showing Sam the picture of her in the shower eyes closed and washing her hair.

Now you see her...

"How do I know she didn't send that?" Sam again glaring at the barista, who scoffed.

"Why would I give her a ride if I sent that?"

"There's always more than one killer!" The (y/h/c) looked at the woman confused.

"What?"

"Sam it wasn't her."

"Tara you don't-"

"I was watching her. She's Evans coworker."

Both heads turned to her as a blush grew over her face.

"She was wiping down the counters at the shop, Chad and Mindy went to find Evan."

"Tara!" Mindy, Evan and Chad ran in, the boy already sizing up y/n. He quickly took off his jacket wrapping it around Sam.

"Are you ok?" Sam nodded eyes still on Y/n who huffed.

"To be fair you're buying the "killer" in your apartment more time to escape so if you want to point fingers and name accomplices you should put yourself at the top of the list."

The six quickly walked over to the apartment , Tara having already called the police who were on the way there, Chad grabbing a nearby lamp turning the corner only to find it empty. The curtains blowing form the open window.

They looked down to see no one.

Y/n chuckled darkly shaking her head.

"I'm out of here. Glad you're ok."

Tara watched the taller girl leave making Mindy look at her with an eyebrow raised.

"So Tara's boyfriend may check out what about yours Sam?" Evans eyebrows shot up.

“Wait I’m a suspect?” Everyone ignored him.

"He was at the library and still is I have his location."

"And what happened with Kirby?"

"We got into a fight."

Mindys head tilted. "About?"

"She called me a psychotic murderer and I broke her nose."

Chads eyes widened as he started grinning. "Hell yeah Sam!" He held his hand up for a high five making everyone stare at him.

"What?"

3rd Person POV

Twenty some minutes later, Kirby was still making the long walk back to her apartment. She pinched her nose attempting to stop the bleeding Samantha fucking Loomis had caused. Fuck!

Fuck her and her crazy fucking father!

Fuck Ghostface and everything to do with Stab.

Just fuck!

Her phone rang and she answered not even bothering to look at the caller ID assuming it was Sam calling to apologize.

"If this is an apology it's gonna take a lot of liquor, food, and begging."

"Oh Kirby don't you know you should never split up in scary movies?"

Her body froze paralyzed with fear. That familiar voice causing a lump to grow in her throat her eyes darting around as she began to walk faster.

"What the fuck do you want from me? Wasn't murdering my friends enough?"

"Now Kirby everyone loves a good sequel and what better way than to bring back a fan favorite? Now how about we play a little game?"

"How about you fuck off?" Ghostface chuckled.

"Wrong answer." From behind a dumpster the cloaked figure went to stab Kirby who ducked making them fall over her. She stepped on their chest knocking the air out of the killer before trying to run to the nearest bar. She was still far from her destination but the woman was determined to live.

A sharp tug on her jacket sent her flying backwards as the masked figure went to stab her. She rolled away trying to crawl when they went to grab her again. Her boot kicking the killer square in the face making it fall slightly off the killers face. Gloved hands went to fix this giving Kirby the opportunity to run.

She began banging on the windows of a coffee shop.

"Help! Help! There's someone trying to kill me!"

The barista looked up pulling the girl inside quickly before trying to lock the door. Hands shaking as Kirby began dialing 9-1-1 and just as the lock was about to be secured Ghostface appeared going to stab her saviors hand. The killer banged on the window once tilting his head slightly before walking around.

The taller girl running to the back to lock that door as well as they went to barge in.

"RUN!" She yelled to the blonde who was still on the phone. Ghostface had pushed the door open forcing the girl down and going to chase Kirby but was stopped by a hand on his ankle. He stabbed the arm attached to it making Y/n yell. She still didn't let go as she tried to help the blonde. They stabbed her shoulder twice before kicking her knocking her unconscious. A mop to the back of their head distracting him. He turned to find Kirby who hit them again and again sending them to the floor. A siren drawing closer making the killer run.

Kirby kneeling down and applying pressure to her new friends wounds as the police burst in.

#tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter #scream vi #scream #femme for masc #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega

[orecana]

Goodbye my love

Lee sohee x male reader

Hello Everyone! Orecana back with another fic for you guys! I've decided to write about riize because i like this group at the moment. i hope you guys enjoy my fics and thank you to everyone who have supported me so far. Happy Reading!

Warning! the following story contains

heavy angst

major character death (angst)

Reincarnation

suicide

blood/gore

Toxicity

(disclaimer: if you don't like the following and boys love/bl, please..... get the fuck out!)

Two kids were playing together in a playground. One of them was playing with their toy car while one was playing on a mini piano.

(imagine the following in a kid voice, please don't mind the full words. i don't know how to write kid speaking)

"it sounds so nice y/n!"

"thanks, sohee-hyung!. your car is so cool. *giggle*"

that's where their story started. it had grown from then to when they go to the same school to when they go into battle together.

Why battle? because the witch was an ancient evil that has awakened and it threatened the entire world. Every male on the planet must come together to combat this evil. (this was from that century where only male could fight so i'm sorry to females. pls forgive me!)

Today was the day they head into battle against the witch.

"Hey! how about we have a bet? whoever kills the witch gets to make the other do whatever they want."

"come on y/n. this is an ancient evil for god sake. you're trying to make a bet now!?"

"hmph! just admit you're too weak to fight it"

Sohee glared at y/n who only rolled his eyes at his friend.

"I'll see you beg for mercy when i'm done with that witch."

"oh really? (rolls eyes) i kinda want to see you beg instead though."

sohee only sighs as the bell rings loudly.

"attention all warriors, the time for battle has begun. make way to the battlefield. Once we get rid of this witch, we'll be free."

Sohee and y/n get up from their spots and make their way towards the battlefield. y/n turn back and take off his necklace before putting it on sohee.

"why-?"

"My mother always says that if i ever find the person i cherished the most, i should give it to them for good luck."

y/n smile warmly as sohee blushes and looks away.

"come on let's hunt that witch."

The battle was pretty one sided for some reason. The witch's army didn't stood a chance against the human. All those humanoid and horrible monsters cut down in an instant.

Y/n rushes in with his flying swords clearing the way for the army to move forward to the castle while sohee survey the area for any potential danger.

They arrive at the witch's castle and opens the gate. y/n motions for the soldiers to stay back as he and sohee look for any danger.

just as they enter the castle the gate immediately closes behind them as the soldiers outside yell for them. they curse themselves for getting trapped but they were interrupted by laughter.

They look towards the throne and there she was. the witch.

The witch looks incredibly old. y/n doesn't even need to scan to know that this witch is extremely weak right now.

"well well well, it seems human are capable creatures after all. you managed to defeat all of my minions very easily, color me impressed. but it seems that you 2 already know what fate lies after going through this door don't you? especially you y/n l/n."

Sohee looks at y/n questioningly while y/n could only look back with guilt. Y/n twirls his hand as the flying swords pierces the witch as she smiles wickedly.

"YOU FOOL. YOU KNEW WHAT THE CONSEQUENCES ARE YET YOU DARE KILL ME?!"

"So what? if these powers are with me, at least they'll be less troublesome."

Y/n twirls around with both hands as multiple swords flew aiming at the witch who only looks at y/n with disbelief. y/n grins maliciously as he grips both of his hands, causing the swords to stab into the witch's entire body as blood and destroyed organs flew everywhere.

A dreadful silence remains as sohee watched in horror at what his best friend just did.

"y/n.... what did you just do...?

*giggle* "what did i do? take her powers for myself of course."

"why.. why would you do that?"

"Why..... WHY?"

y/n screams as darkness surrounded him changing his clear (hair color) to white and his clothes are turn into black.

"To have revenge against humanity of course!"

"but you said you wanted to-"

"save humanity? it was a lie. they killed everyone i loved, my mother was sacrificed as if she was nothing in their eyes!"

"Then what about me? am i not someone important too?"

Y/n opens his mouth but he hesitated. Sohee desperately wanted y/n to say yes that their friendship wasn't nothing but it was only inevitable.

"you were just a toy for me to show off. you are nothing to me!"

Sohee wouldn't lie when he heard his heart crack at those words.

"You won't step outside y/n l/n."

"Oh? and who are you to stop me?"

"your best friend"

Y/n only laughs as he raises his hands to summon many swords.

"Very well, once i'm done with you. there will be no one to stop me!"

Smiling evilly, y/n sends thousands of swords towards sohee who dodges all of them with swift precision. suddenly one of them was able to hit sohee as he grimaces then many started to damage sohee as he kneels down on the ground with many scars on him.

"i know all of your tricks sohee, you can't beat me"

Sohee sighs as he stands still and raises his hand.

Y/n widens his eyes and tries to stop him but then a barrier surrounded him.

"no........ no no no no no NO! My plan was brilliant! HOW-"

Y/n was unable to finish his words as sohee quickly stabs him through the chest with his spear causing him to bleed and cough out blood.

Sohee pulls his spear out as y/n falls onto his knees while smiling weakly. his eyes are filled with tears and regret. the witch's power slowly leaves him as y/n returns to his original look.

the witch's power looks at sohee with hunger as it charges towards sohee but y/n immediately slash his necklace on sohee's neck which causes it to unleash a binding spell that captures the power as it growls in agony.

"SOHEE NOW!"

Sohee begins to chants a spell and activates it on the power, effectively destroying it.

"heh, i knew i could always count on you jagi~."

"Y/N!"

Y/n collapses as sohee goes to hold him.

"the witch's power will keep consuming stronger hosts and manipulate them so i had to make you hate me in order for you to force it out."

"But why? you-you're gonna die!"

"because i was gonna die soon anyways, my family is connected to the witch. we can only live until we have our first kiss."

"What do you mean?"

Y/n sealed his and sohee's lips together.

"I love you sohee so please....

never.....

forget.... *closes eyes*

me..."

Sohee looks at the boy in arms who was smiling warmly as if he was alive but he knows better.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"

*timeskips*

Sohee walks towards your grave that he had made near his house in the garden that you guys loved playing in. He couldn't help but break down as he looks at your portrait, of your beautiful smile.

He leaned against your grave as he look up at the sky. he remembers that moment.

"c'mon sing with me sohee!"

"No....."

"UGH! you're so boring!"

Sohee smiles as he takes a deep breath and opens his mouth.

(songs and romanized lyrics above in the video. Below are english translated lyrics, i apologized if they're not accurate i just took them off google)

Your heart is consealed while love is near by

At sleepless nights no matter how hard i try accept me

I want to meet you right now my tears wont stop flowing i want to touch you

Because i love you it hurts a lot

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

although we are unable to meet

i love you more than anybody else

Sohee was about the sing the next verse when he sees him. The person giggle and cups his cheeks. how he miss the person he sees in front of him right now.

Even though we just parted(said bye bye)

i'm overflowing to meet you again

and that days kiss has almost disappeared

i'm waiting a mail from you

sohee sings the next part as he gaze lovingly at the spirit of the person he loved and cherished

When i meet you the time limit will decrease

when we are together time becomes precious

we just said bye bye but i want to meet you again

with an mail to you a I'll meet you again

at the scene of return waits twilight

i feel like bringing you away

when your warmth disappear

i wake up from a dream to face the reality door

(From this point on y/n will sing the 'girl/vocal part' while sohee will sing the 'boy/rap part' and will sing together during the 'I love you part' and at the last chorus)

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

although we are unable to meet

i love you more than anybody else

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) the sun rises

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) you are the only one i'm searching

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) close your eyes

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) my love for you

Together with you...

sohee held hands with the fragment of his lover as he sings the next part

"I want to meet you right now"in limited time

seems like i belive in"endless love"

when i think that i'll leave you

i feels like the pain splits me in two

your charming face torn

at the countdown of the nights end

Love you baby love you baby words freeze

Today begins and i can see you again

The more i think

the more i miss you and i want to meet you

the fragment of y/n leans against him as he closes his eyes sings along

The more i want to be by your side the more i cant reach tomorow

"Eternal"seems always until i find you

I dont want to let you go i dont want to be apart from you

Love you baby love for you

i dont want to let you go

Sohee suddenly coughs up blood as the fragment holds his body. then the fragment sees it, a bottle of poison. the fragment cups his cheek as he crys.

The more i think about you my tears are overflowing

without sun alone in the midle of the night

you are all i can see...

Sohee uses his last breath to sing, to fulfill that wish

Your heart is consealed while love is near by

At sleepless nights no matter how hard i try accept me

I want to meet you right now my tears wont stop flowing i want to touch you

Because i love you it hurts a lot

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) the sun rises

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) you are the only one i'm searching

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) close your eyes

I love you (love you) love you (love you)

Love you (love you) my love for you

Together with you...

Sohee dies as he finishes the song as he laid resting upon the grave of y/n l/n as many guards alert the authority when they discover this.

Despite never being happy on the living realm, if you listen closely you can hear the laughter of 2 lovers cherishing each other forever and for all eternity.

#Youtube #riize #riize sohee #lee sohee #sohee x male reader #bxb #war #angst #angst with a happy ending #kpop male idol x male reader #kpop male idol #riize x male reader

[moon-blanket]

Okay hi david. i'm back, i'm on my knees and ready to listen to what you have to say :)) You have my full attention babygirl.

Omg did Asher make Angel into a Trekkie LMAO.

He's spacing out and worried and just wants to be next to Angel :(( I'm going to scream and sob.

HEAD IN LAP !!!!! NOW THIS IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT !!!! I bet he looks So pretty. PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR !!!! WOOOOO !!!!!! Anything for my man. Anything.

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A vampire from the House of Wright pulled David aside before the negotiation with Baz warning him about being associated with William. And the implications of what it could mean, even if there isn't anything Formal connecting the two (Darlin' and Sam being the only Real connection, as with the Quinn situation). What the Fuck !

Apparently William has a long history of surrounding himself with "less-than-stellar" people, and covering them at Length-- even if it causes harm to innocents. Is Porter one of these people ? The House of Bennett ?

But David's right, they've made a Name for themselves in Dahlia. To make it seem like House of Solaire has recently put the pack in his Pocket could spell out trouble to others. Especially after the Summit, with the House tearing at the seams.

But Vincent and Sam are still people the Pack cares about. Oh my god, Word's gotten around about Sam not considering himself to be a Solaire much longer. I thought he was going to mention Sam's choice of not living forever. I was a little worried. But Honestly ? I don't blame the guy for wanting to leave.

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Sweetheart HAS been assigned the CloseKnit case ! That's something ! Potential Sweetheart/Milo convergence in The Balance is still on the table ! Uhoh !

David can't do much to Help them in an Official Capacity-- his only connections are for Information. And he's running out of Favors to use on Action for it, they swung big to make sure Quinn was taken care of properly for Darlin' and Sam And if he could do it over again, he would still burn the bridges he did to make sure they got Justice. I Will Cry.

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So he just feels stuck about what to do, and he can't help anyone the way he wants :(

Even people with Magic lead boring, mundane lives-- he didn't think he'd see any of the craziness he has in the last few years. Even his dad was just a Normal Guy who ran a business, he didn't have to experience horrors right after the other-- even if he still worked his ass off for his pack and his family.

Yet David still wonders what his dad would do in situations like this :(((

HEY. I'm hoping that glitch on the word "Inversion" was Just an Audio Error !! And it didn't mean anything scary or suspicious !! Because he mentioned it earlier and it Wasn't like that !!! Please don't be mean Erik !!

And he asks how Angel is doing :(( Knowing that they're wrapped up in all of this, but still are between two entirely different worlds and can feel just as much as an outsider.

And he knows that they tend to put themselves on the back-burner for David when it comes to all of these Big Events they've experienced :((

They feel Tired after everything :(( me too Angel. David letting them know it's okay to feel it Together, and it's okay to have limits. He'll never ask them to put their own feelings aside. He wants them BOTH to be open and honest with everything they're feeling and experiencing--so they can carry each other's burdens and be a team :((( Weeping into a pillow forever about these two.

Asher's been trying to get David into Star Trek, so it's Angel's turn to try and get him into it :') Shaw Pack what if i just laid on a country road about it.

Give these two a Break !! Even when they go on vacations they're still in charge and constantly planning things !! Give them a REAL break !!!

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted spoilers #moon's thoughts #redacted david #I love David Shaw. I love this man. #Not even an hour later and i'm back to Long Posts. It has to be this way. #Redacted Characters experience something Normal challenge (Impossible)

[asexual-but]

Operator, Get Me Control

Horror, specifically internet horror is a passion of mine, I did write a series with a similar antagonist that has never seen the light of day

Anyway, and this is the last time I'm gonna answer this question: Yes, I know about the stabbing, I was on the internet when it happened, and super into this too

So anyway

Slenderverse!Proxy!Reader with a Faceless Friend

Potential tw for Self Harm, Helplessness, and general horror. Please be careful! <3

Silence was a luxury reserved for those who fulfilled their duties in a timely and quiet manner. He was not merciful

There were countless like you. Your best guess was that all your friends had been taken by now. Anyone you might have known. If you weren't such a damn curious child you wouldn't be here.

Your fist collides with the table, it starts to splinter. Pain, how you longed to feel it again. No, you reminded yourself of your job.

You were a machine. A tool. To spread the illness and ensure that those who contracted it became just like you. A prisoner of your own mind. Of your own house. You went through the daily motions with no room for who you had been as a person.

Well... Sometimes, when He allowed, you got limited freedom to feel. To enjoy your life. You had to stay in the house, a creature of Habit ensured that you did. But from within the lair that was guarded by monster and Instinct, you could do whatever you wanted.

And sometimes, you'd play Genshin.

You were allowed "total" freedom once or twice a month. That horrible ringing static that filled your mind would lift and you'd feel again. He was kind enough to ensure this only happened when your body was in proper working order.

You'd feel comfort when laying in your bed. Pain when you'd accidentally nick your finger with a knife. Taste the flavors of what you ate. Feel any emotion that drifted by.

Including fear when you'd see the mangled shapes of your wardens from the windows.

But when you played Genshin, you felt so... In control.

Characters moved are you commanded, your traveler spoke your desires response. None of this was messed with, even knowing that in order to make you a less dull puppet, He would make your body play. When you were in control, it was as much as you could ask for.

You had been pushing it.

One more moment of silence.

Please, one more moment of control.

Please, please, please, please, please.

And then the world was dark. Quiet. Such quiet... How long since you'd had such a peaceful rest?

How... Wonderful...

You awoke to harsh sunlight and the feeling of grass under your hands. You propped yourself up to look around, your head pounded, your ears didn't ring, but seemed sensitive to all the sounds of nature which penetrated your mind. Squinting through the warm rays of light you weren't quite sure where you were anymore.

'But that's normal,' you thought. 'He always leaves me in weird places when I don't -'

Wait.

You thought? A thought truly unique to you? Not an impulse of Habit, not a whisper from Him. Purely... You?

Blinking a few times to brought a hand to your face, inspecting it just as you desired. You noted scars that you didn't remember getting. But they were there. Undeniably there and real and for you to notice.

A smile on your face, made from wonder and pure joy. This was true silence. No fog on your mind to make sure you were complacent. No whispers, no screams, no impulses or reactions. Just you and your thoughts and no one else's.

"Dear Archons.... Your Grace?" A voice, no staticy overlay, just a voice, sounded behind you and you turned.

And you smiled and waved.

.

.

.

.

You had finally become used to being 'The Creator.'

It took months, countless hours of you unlearning all the fear that had held you tight during your previous life. Now you know that no matter how long Zhongli watches over you, or how far into the forest Venti travels. They are safe too.

He is gone. You will never have to face Him again. And as you unlocked new powers within yourself, you learned that even if you did. You could fight.

The journey to Inazuma had been postponed for long enough. When your mind was fragile, you couldn't imagine yourself on a boat. Any most would surely have sent you into a nightmarish spiral of fear and rage. Raiden Ei had been to see you, and was understanding of the situation. Even if she was upset about being one of the last to present her nation to you. She had even brought delicious sweets to you on several occasions since.

But now it was time for you to go and see her. To meet all the people in Inazuma you loved.

Thoma, Ayaka, Itto, Yae, Ayato, you had a list going of your favorites. They'd be happy enough just to see you, but you'd decided to bring gifts. Hopefully they'd welcome you as a friend, not just a god.

Zhongli pressed into your side as you sat waiting for the ship to come to the dock. You got lost in your mind so often that he'd learned to interrupt. Poor old Morax was always so distressed when your mind brought those feelings of helplessness and fear back up. He had been the one to train your powers. Zhongli had been the one to assure you that He would not be able to hurt you ever again.

Your eager eyes scanned the crowd. At the front should be the Kanjou, Tenryou, and Yashiro Commissioners-

Your heart dropped.

Static begain to fill your ears once more.

Panic set in and you gripped onto Zhongli's arm. His polearm summoned in an instant as the hair on the back of his neck stood on end. He could not tell what had frightened you. But by god did he feel your fear.

Where was it coming from? How could you have heard it? No. You're powerful now, He can't hurt you. Where is He??

Then your eyes finally fixed on it.

A void peering into your very soul where you should have been meeting the eyes of Kamisato Ayato.

#genshin impact sagau #genshin x reader #sagau #genshin impact #sagau zhongli #zhongli x reader #faceless ayato #sagau ayato #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #slenderman #slenderverse #horror

[gaiaxygang]

The Too-Long PerthChimon Review: Part 1

In this part, I will be covering the three (!) shows both Perth and Chimon were in. One is a non-BL where their characters do not interact, but the other two (which you've probably watched, if you're reading this) are BLs and feature them as a couple!

(I segmented them for readability. If there's a better way to do it please lmk oops)

Please… Siang Riak Winyan aka Please… Soul Call

I only watched 4 episodes, because that was all that was available with subtitles. The other two are online somewhere, but I wasn't very inclined to continue.

'Please' is a short horror series where Win (Chimon) and his classmates encounter… ghosts, or something. I don't remember much about this one, if I'm being honest. They accidentally contact some ghosts in a school bathroom and they suffer because of it for 6 episodes. It's not particularly memorable, and the horror elements weren't super good but I am willing to cut it some slack in that aspect.

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What I did find interesting is Perth's character, Breeze. Breeze is a transfer student who is later revealed to be the younger half-brother of another character, Be. The two aren't close, but their interactions in the show are quite heartfelt.

However, this whole half-siblings subplot kind of comes out of nowhere…? And neither does it really lead anywhere. Be and Breeze aren't part of the main friend group in Please, and don't have much importance outside of this.

The only purpose this storyline serves is to explain the origins of the main ghost that's been haunting Win and friends (this is an assumption. I did not watch episodes 5 and 6 but it's heavily implied in the earlier episodes so I will stick with it).

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Please is rather unremarkable as a series, but as an actor fan it really makes me want to claw at the walls.

First, this is where PerthChimon met. They've mentioned talking a little at the workshops in some of their interviews.

Second, this is Perth's first TV series as well as Chimon's first lead role in a series (he was the lead of a movie I'll discuss in another part).

Third, this series is likely where director New Siwaj started picking favourite actors. Alongside Perth, Mark Siwat and Sood Yacht (I am so sorry if I got his name wrong I'm not familiar with him) are also in this series. The three of them would get cast in Love By Chance not long after, with Perth and Yacht appearing in several of New's shows after that.

Lastly, Perth and Mark Siwat (who plays Be) became friends on this set! Mark was Perth's first friend in the industry, and they're still good friends now as far as I know. I enjoyed watching them work together, but I'll get into that more when I talk about The Stranded. This paragraph is already longer than it should be.

Never Let Me Go

This is a show I have opinions that I struggle to put into words about. Never Let Me Go is a series about the heir to a prestigious family, Nuengdiao, and the bodyguard assigned to him after his father is shot and killed, Palm. Perth plays Nuengdiao's cousin Chopper, while Chimon plays Ben, a classmate of theirs.

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I did not like this show. The storyline is messy at times, the characters (with the exception of Chopper) are often underwhelming and don't reach their full potential.

It has an interesting premise, but fails to deliver at almost every turn after the first few episodes. I will be focusing on Chopper and Ben but one thing I particularly disliked about Palm and Nueng is that Palm is a very bland character.

We never learn much about him beyond his protectiveness and his existence as The Love Interest, and he lacks a distinct personality. This is a problem with Mork in Fish Upon The Sky as well (sorry Pond) but it's more noticable in NLMG due to it's more serious tone, which requires better developed characters than a romcom like FUTS would.

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There were some things I enjoyed about the show! It's very nice to look at. The visuals are good! The cast being pretty also helps. I loved Perth's performance as Chopper, it is by far the strongest performance in the cast.

It's not that the rest of them are bad actors, rather strong actors like Chimon and Pawin were dragged down because they aren't given very much to work with. When good actors are given subpar scripts or underdeveloped characters, they'll try their best but their performance will Not be as good!!! Which is unfortunate.

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Chopper is the only well-rounded character in this series. I assume there were rewrites along the way, since Chopper is quite different from the novel that was written alongside the series and ChopperBen were likely added in only after Perth joined the cast, to promote PerthChimon before Dangerous Romance. I personally have a soft spot for Ben (I have a big gay crush on Chimon) but Chopper is my favourite character overall in NLMG.

NLMG feels very much like a PG-13 Kinnporsche that misses everything that made KP… well, KP. This is probably a coincidence but I watched them one after another so NLMG's flaws were more obvious to me. By episode 12 I was only watching for ChopperBen and I had no interest in PalmNueng, which rarely happens even if I favour the side pair. NLMG just feels lacking in many ways, to the point where I enjoyed FUTS more (despite being equally bad) just because it's funny.

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There are a few things I wished the series took from the novel. The ChopperBen epilogue set shortly after they move overseas together is something that I think the series desperately needed. It makes Ben's storyline (which the novel has a heavier emphasis on) more complete, and considering we didn't get ChopperBen in Our Skyy 2, it would have been a good conclusion to ChopperBen as a whole.

I also liked the PalmNueng rooftop scene but I understand why they left it out of the series. The novel also kills off Kit after the final confrontation in episode 12, but I assume the series didn't want to deal with the implications of Chopper patricide.

I didn't finish the NLMG Our Skyy 2 episodes but the slightly lighter tone definitely helped a lot. A bit of a weird choice to give bully kid whats-his-name a boyfriend out of nowhere but as a MarcPawin fan I respect it.

This series was… a mess. But I love ChopperBen dearly! They're something special and I spend a much longer time thinking about them than I show. They're what got me into PerthChimon and I'll never regret watching NLMG for that alone.

Dangerous Romance

Finally, their most recent work, Dangerous Romance. I was waiting for this one for months and definitely not disappointed, even if it wasn't what I expected! (Just a warning. I will be criticising DR a bit here.)

The character relationships are the strongest part of DR. KanghanSailom's development over the episodes, navigating how to love eachother and growing as people together, was incredible to watch over 12 weeks. The way it all comes together is amazing.

GuyNava and NameSaifah, although lacking screentime, were super interesting to me. They managed to sell us (even View and June, who referred to them as another couple in DR on Live House) on NameSaifah in around 3 episodes total somehow which I find hilarious. PimfahNabdao didn't get much screentime but they were cute and I hope we get a continuation of their story!

DR also looks VERY good. Some of the visuals are amazing. The windmill location is gorgeous and I assume it looks even better in person (I HAVE to visit someday… A few Japanese fans I know flew to Thailand and visited it. I wish I were them).

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However, DR often struggles to get from point A to point B. This isn't a huge problem because the A and B in question are well-written, but it really feels like they had a few scenes planned but couldn't figure out how to connect them. They knew the direction they wanted to take KanghanSailom and GuyNava, but had difficulty writing the 'to' in 'enemies to lovers'. This is evident with other scenes too but it's very obvious when it comes to the main couple and the primary side couple of a BL.

Some of the direction is also a bit questionable. I personally don't like the overuse of flashbacks and OST (it reminds me of Double Savage and that's not a good thing) but I've accepted that its just a DR thing.

I like what the costuming team has come up with, bless whoever managed to make Pawin look 10 years younger than he is and the same age as actors 4 to 6 years younger than him. The details in how the wardrobe of the friendgroup, down to the colour of their uniforms is a nice touch too. This crew definitely has a lot of love for the series and I like that!!!

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DR is hurt a lot by what it sets itself up to be. When viewed as a typical BL with interesting romantic storylines, it's very good.

However, the promotion tends to frame it as something darker than what we ended up with, a unique storyline that happens to be BL (similar to Only Friends in that sense). The pilot trailer also doesn't help, since it promised a darker overall feel with meaner characters. The themes of poverty and class differences aren't handled very well but people who think more about DR's themes than me have discussed this. I was here to watch KanghanSailom be cute after episode 3.

This difference between what was expected from the pilot and trailers and the final product is what I suspect causes people to view DR as worse than it is. Looking past that, DR is a flawed but great BL series, one of the better shows to come out of the GMMTV2023 lineup.

I'm also one of the people who were skeptical about the difference in the feel of the pilot and the official trailers. The pilot trailer occupies a good 15% of my brainspace and I will always miss all it gave us (the rain kiss!!!!! THE VIBE OF THE BACKING SONG!!!!!!) but DR is something that exists separate from that now and as it's own thing, I adore it.

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What I really love about DR is how PerthChimon it is. It's a very significant show for both of them in so many ways! It's their "official" return to BL (Perth hasn't done BL since 2020, Chimon not since 2018) and I don't think there would've been a better show for this.

Kanghan and Sailom have a lot of Perth and Chimon in them, and I don't even know if it was intentional. Perth and Chimon both relate a lot to their characters (for reasons they have mentioned in interviews) and when listening to what Perth said when he was asked what Kanghan wants to say to Sailom I wanted to run around in circles and scream because you could really tell it came from his heart.

It's also the first time Chimon has released a song, and the first time Perth has sung a duet.

You can see the PerthChimon in some scenes like when Kanghan is feeding Sailom in their studying montage, and one entire postcredits Oishi segment (I don't remember which episode, I think it's the open house one). As a PerthChimon fan Dangerous Romance is incredible because of all this!!!

There's also a line before they perform Sunset at the open house that stuck out to me. Kanghan's line about how Sailom is talented but rarely has the chance to showcase his talents is just a little awkward by itself but it gets me very emotional because Chimon has talked about how he turned down singing jobs in the past due to trauma and still gets nervous on stage, something which Perth supports him through whenever they sing together.

(Since I first typed this, a clip has been posted where the directors talk about how a lot of the sweet KanghanSailom scenes were improvised. Incredible work from PerthChimon, 10/10 no notes.)

DR is filmed in the same campus building as several other Chimon shows like Edge of 17 and The Gifted which is a whole other thing I think about sometimes. Especially Edge of 17, his first BL series with Pluem Purim. Comparing Sun and Sailom, you can really see how much Chimon has grown in those SIX?! years.

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I also love seeing PerthChimon work together. They're very comfortable with eachother, and Perth has said that Chimon is the partner he's felt the most comfortable with (knowing Perth's acting history, this is a very bold statement but I believe he means it). I hope DR is just the start for PerthChimon and they continue working together for a long time.

(Similarly to NLMG, I responded to an ask about DR's flaws recently. I talk about the pacing issues here as well!)

And that's the end of part one. Thank you for reading!!! You can always drop me an ask if you have anything to say, my inbox is open. The next parts will be uploaded slowly.

Intro / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 (I'll edit to link them when I get these up!!!)

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[hpsaffics]

🕊 WLW Wed: Dead Dove 🕊

A jointly compiled HP femslash rec list made by the lovely members of the HP SAFFICS discord server. See all previous rec lists in the WLW Library on Tumblr or AO3!

Currently: Dead Dove Do Not Eat Previously: MCD (see list)

!WARNING! This list contains fics with dark and disturbing topics. Even the summaries could be potentially triggering. Please proceed with caution and remember one of the basic rules of fandom: Don't Like, Don't Read.

This list was made in collaboration with @danpuff-ao3 and her Dead Dove Diaries Series. Go check it out for more dead dove recs!

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🕊 LONG (>10k) 🕊

Of Blood & Carnations by rice_and_beans [Fleur/Hermione, E, 17.7k] 🖤 CW: Dubious Consent, Body Horror

The war is over. It is a time for healing. The Order has invested in a sort of intensive therapeutic house for our heroes to recuperate... So why does Hermione feel worse? Is she going mad? She's hearing voices, and she feels more and more that her body is not her own.

Clip, Ravel, Cleave by @vdoshu [Bellatrix/Andromeda, E, 15.2k] 🖤 CW: Sibling Incest, Possessive Behavior, Non-consensual Pregnancy, Addiction

Before Andromeda met Ted, she was a Black, through and through. While years later the story was told that she’d turned her back on her family’s dark ways, in truth, nothing was so simple. In the beginning, it was just Andromeda and Bella. And it was just the two of them until it was too much.

The Haunting of Pavenham Manor by @venom0usbarbie [Hermione/Pansy, E, 10.1k] 🖤 CW: Violence, MCD, Torture, Horror, Mind Manipulation

Her dead mother had asked her to return. To witness their past in Pavenham Manor with fresh eyes—those of the woman she had become, and not the child she once was. Pansy dreaded the delusions, the mania that seemed to overcome her mother eighteen years ago—but the estate was within her reach, so close she could touch it, feel it. So she agreed. To put the past behind her once and for all, to learn to forgive her mother, to forgive herself.

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🕊 MEDIUM (3-10k) 🕊

Happy Birthday! by fandomgalore [Bellatrix/Andromeda, M, 8.6k] 🖤 CW: Offscreen Rape/non-con, Aftermath of Torture, Manipulation

Bellatrix's life as seen through sent and unsent birthday letters.

shake off your flesh, run from the light by @iamsiriuslyriddikulus [fem!Barty/fem!Evan, E, 6.6k] 🖤 CW: BDSM, Bloodplay, Knifeplay, Woundfucking, Drugged Sex, Murder

It starts with a confession. Beatrice never meant to let it slip, but the Firewhiskey loosened her tongue until she found herself leaning over to Evan and saying, “Sometimes I prefer to kill them with a knife.”

fuck or die (a little death) by foxglovetonic (nocturn) [Hermione/Bellatrix, E, 5.3k] 🖤 CW: Rape/non-con, violence, torture, bloodplay, forced drug use

“I thought you’d missed me.” Bellatrix traces one long nail across the girl’s cheek, then slaps her hard across the face. “We’ve got five more days to break this curse, and I intend to use them to the fullest.” 

where dust was once man by @slashmarks [Narcissa/Lily, T, 3.4k] 🖤 CW: Necromancy, Dark Magic, Dubious Consent

Terrified of losing her son to the Dark Lord's plotting, Narcissa is haunted by the memory of another woman who faced the same threat.

As Easy As Breathing by @siriusly-sapphic [Dorcas/Narcissa, E, 3.1k] 🖤 CW: Cannibalism, Corpse Desecration, Blood and Gore

The First War is raging around them and Dorcas and Narcissa have found themselves on opposite sides. That little detail hasn't lessened their devotion to each other, and they're just as determined as they've always been to come out on top, together. They know just how to accomplish their goal, and all it takes is a touch of dark magic, some patience, a disregard for what's right. It's easy, really.

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🕊 SHORT (<3k) 🕊

A Night at the Loo by @cntrl15 [Hermione/Narcissa, E, 2.5k] 🖤 CW: Rape/non-con, Mind Control

The conditions of Narcissa’s parole restrict her to house arrest, unless personally accompanied by her designated parole officer. Luckily for her, Hermione isn’t a very good parole officer.

Poster of a Girl by @leftsidedown [trans!Sirius/Bellatrix, M, 2.0k] 🖤 CW: Cousin Incest, Rape/non-con, Underage

It’s not a tragedy that she’s born a boy. Sirius loves all her older sisters, and they accept her too.

Five Things That Happend To Pansy Parkinson That She Wished Hadn't by Anonymous [Bellatrix/Pansy, E, 1.4k] 🖤 CW: Rape/non-con, Underage, Violence, Torture, Mind Control, Grooming

Bellatrix takes Pansy under her wing for the cause of the dark side and it all goes wrong.

Maraschino Red by @lumosatnight [Hermione/Luna, E, 1.2k] 🖤 CW: Cannibalism, Vore, Blood, Painplay

Luna eats blood for breakfast, limbs for dinner, and hearts for dessert. Luckily, Hermione has lots to spare.

The Perfume and Suppliance of a Minute by Lillielle [Hermione/Bellatrix, M, 260] 🖤 CW: Rape/non-con, Underage, Sex Under Imperius, Stockholme Syndrome

Hermione is lost, and Bellatrix has found her. At what price?

Death Eater Art Appreciation by @schmem14 [The Fat Lady/Alecto, E, 200] 🖤 CW: Rape/non-con, Extortion, Forced Exhibitionism

Alecto steals Gryffindor's entrance portrait for sick and twisted reasons.

desperately mine by @fantasyborn [Astoria/Daphne, M, 200] 🖤 CW: Sibling Incest, Infidelity, Non-consensual Voyeurism

Her sister may be set to marry Draco Malfoy but Astoria will always belong to Daphne.

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[rawmeknockout]

Your possessive Dadatron got into my brain with the cyberformed liason. While poor obsessed Rodimus is not being left alone with the Liason he's also one of the handful of bots outside of the medics that consistently remember the Liason was a wholeaft adult human and treat them as such, along with Rung, Swerve, Perceptor and Whirl.

This also leads to Megs and Mags being shocked when the Liason just matter-of-factly tells Rodimus, "I'm not opposed to the idea of a potential date in the future, but right now I don't have enough coordination in this body to try Meteor surfing. Worse the medics said Interfacing is out untill I have some concious control of my transformation sequence preferably after I've scanned an altmode."

Just two old Mechs clutching their pearls stunned In Horror while Rodimus is blithly is going on with the conversation.

"Wait you haven't scanned an alt yet?! I thought you'd checked all the potentials on the Lost Light?"Rodimus looked shocked.

"I did but nothing clicked or activated the sequence." The Liason shrugged helplessly. "It's not like this frame had one preloaded."

"Huh you should have told me. Next time we get off on a planet you should come with me and Drift and Ratchet. See if any of the wildlife triggers-"

"I forbid it! Ultra Magnus choked out. The other three mechs turned to look at him.

"Ultra Magnus," Megatron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Please don't discourag Rodimus when he makes sensible seguestions."

"I, no." The Duely Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accords gathered his wits. "No Rodimus' seguestion regarding his alt mode acquisition was not the issue. The conversation with regarding Interfacing however-" The Liason cut him off voice flat with uncharacteristic frustration.

"I do not have the spoons to say this gracefully or diplomatically right now so I'm going to be blunt. I am an adult human, note the term adult, in the frame of cybertronian newbuild. I'm currently experiencing frame dysphoria and body dismorphia. And you can add gender disphoria because i have a gender and if this frame I'm in lined up with it I would be a femme!"

"I'm aware of what interfacing is. In the before times," the Liason gestured curtly at their frame, "I had quite a few lively slightly tipsy afterwork discussions at Swerve's compairing and contrasting human and cybertronian sexulity, sensuality, and romanticism. Which Rodimus took part in. Spark play, Plug and Play and feild play arent options for humans but Valve Plug is" Ultra Magnus' engine choked in shock. Megatron took a reflexive back in extreme discomfort.

"I dont think I need to hear about that!" Megatron cut her off hastily. It was a mark of his discomfort and Ultra Magnus's distraction they both missed Rodimus pulling a packet of Cesium Crisps out of his subspace.

"No Mechs, these are exactly some of the sorts of conversations that need to happen with anybot who steps up to Parent me if this is permanent. Be my Mentor," she added to clarify the twin looks of confusion. "I am a middle-aged parent of grown children with an ex-husband who remains a dear friend now that he's out of the closet. I know the two of you are both trying to parent me. God and Primus both forefend my body dies of old age before Brainstorm and Perceptod can fix me because the number of Mecha on this ship who are psychologically capable dealing with the complexities of mentoring a newbuild that is simultaneously a sentient organic who is of analagous to their devlopmental age are profoundly limited."

"How about Rang," Rodimus seguested just a bit too cheerfully around a mouthful of snacks.

"Rung, unfortunately, as my therapist has a professional conflict of interest. And since you guys have, between all your factions, a grand total of two therapists left alive it's not like switching providers-"

"Oh! Liason! There you are!" First Aid called out, cheerfully oblivious conversation he was saving Megatron and Ultra Magnus from. "Ratchet just commed me, he's looking for you. He's freed up his schedule to chaparone err moniter Brainstorm and Perceptor while they run some tests on you. Well mostly Brainstorm needs the monitering. If you could come down to the lab?"

"Oh best not keep them waiting then," Rodimus put in quickly husteling First Aid and the Liason off down the hall. "I'll walk with you, Mags and Megs have to go on shift on the Bridge."

Well this ended up longer than I expected. The characters that live in my brain just started talking and went for it.

How do you reckon Protective UM and Possessive Megatron are taking this conversation? Or this type given that Liason suddenly went from generic insert to proto-OC with a backstory while I was typing. I cant be the only one on here who's had a character grab the plot ball and run away with it for a bit.

Megatron is fine with them having a life before even tho it’s not preferred but they’re a MECH now and he knows better (this is a lie) than anyone what type of mentoring you need he’s completely ignoring this conversation bc that was your life as a human, this is your life now

Magnus is conflicted but ultimately he still keeps other mechs away. you may have some knowledge of Cybertronian sexuality, but it’s not just the interfacing that’s the problem. All the mechs on the lost light are fucked up and aren’t just looking for vanilla sex.

#asks

[mixed-theater-faisty-tings]

Infinitely Jealous

Conrad Request

A/N:HIII!!! I KNOW I HAVEN'T POSTED IN AGES I'VE REALLY MISSED IT. WITH THE NEW SEASON OF THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY I FELT A SMALL SPARK OF INSPIRATION AND GOT THIS REQUEST FROM @shqtteredcrystql1. NOW BEAR WITH ME MY WRITING SKILLS HAVE DETERIORATED A BIT SINCE I LAST POSTED AND I'M STILL WORKING ON MY SMUT WRITING SPOILER ALERT. I AM OPEN TO FEEDBACK OR EVEN ADVICE. I AM TYRING TO WRITE MORE WHEN I CAN I JSUT NEVER WANNA GIVE HALF BAKED IDEAS. OKAY I WILL STOP BABBLING ENJOY!

P.S please don't hurt me for using Conrad and Belly's infinity for this I just love the concept. okay thank you.

Warnings: Explicit language, smut, cheesy lol, Teen Drinking, Protected sex.

word count: 3.2k roughly

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Y/N POV 

The stench of alcohol fills my nose as drunken teenagers dance the night away with whatever is in their system. I came to this stupid beach party with Conrad and Jeremiah who both ran off to do god knows what not that this was a new occurrence.

Jere has always attracted girls like moths to light meanwhile Conrad ventures off to do whatever he does and if someone happens to join them he won't push them off so long as they don't try to actually get to know him least that is how he has been the last few summers. 

They started bringing me here with them 7 years ago when we met. I've always been closer with Conrad. Jeremiah had Belly and Conrad had me though you never want to go to boardwalk with the four of us unless you're wanting some quality entertainment.

The Fisher boys always know how to have fun the Conklin's and I can never say no even if it means coming to a dumb beach bonfire. I'd go anywhere with Conrad it's been that way since we met this includes an impromptu trip to the other side of the country to attend a Universal Studios Horrors night as my birthday present. 

We were grounded for 2 months after that one but it was worth any time with him was. He'll only ever see me as his best friend though he has made that crystal clear he's been in touch with this Deb he met last summer "Nicole", they've just been talking but it seems like they could be more this summer or just a casual summer fling of convenience. Maybe this summer I'll find my fling.

"Hey don't think I've ever seen you around here?", a voice pulls me out of my thoughts. "Huh?",  I connect with brown eyes belonging to someone tall, dark skinned, curly dark hair and muscular. "I said I've never seen you around here.", he repeats himself. "Funny because I've come here every summer for the last 7 years." a laugh decorates my words with a hint of sarcasm.

"Oh yeah?  Which house is yours?", he plays along. "First of all creepy and second I'm a guest with the Fisher's.", I giggle. "Ah great guys always fun at a party." his attitude changes from interested to standoffish. "We are just friends all of us.", I smile kindly. "Good to know..care for a drink?", he extends his hand to me with a kind smile. 

"Sure why not.", I take his hand. "I'm Lucas.". "Y/N.". "And I'm Conrad glad we got the introductions out of the way now let's get beer.", my best friend pops up out of nowhere. "Uh okay sure I'll be right back.", Lucas runs off wearing a confused expression. "What are you doing?", I hiss at the brown-haired boy. 

"Hanging with my best bud what do you mean.", he slings his arm around my shoulder with a smirk planted on his lips...his lips..focus. "No why you're doing is ruining a potential new friend.", a stern tone clutches onto my words. "Friend huh? Yeah sure whatever.", he scoffs. "Go makeup with Red Sox girl some more.", I roll my eyes pushing his arm off of me. I knew it was Nicole but saying her name out loud stung.

"Jealous?", I don't have to look at him to know a sly look sits on his face. "As if. Have I ever been jealous of the girls you've dated?", my arms sit crossed just beneath my chest. "I'm sure you have been.". "Check your ego bro.", I turn to walk away when he says, "I have you to keep me humble don't I?", a chuckle follows. 

"Whatever I'll see you later.", the sand envelops my feet treading to find Lucas. "Y/N over here!", a voice calls me over belonging to Lucas over by the fire. "Your bodyguard still with you?", he asks when I finally make it over to him. "Funny uh no I gave him the night off.", I smile. "Good to know.", he playfully bumps my shoulder handing me a beer can unopened. 

"So do you come here just for summer or do you experience Cousins in all four seasons?", I ask. He takes a seat in the sand waiting for me to join him before answering. "I actually go to boarding school so I experience a little bit of all four seasons on holiday assuming I don't run off to Mexico for Christmas or spring break.", he laughs. "You don't seem the other spoiled boarding school brats we run into here.", confusion swirls in my head. 

"I mean would you prefer for me to? Ugh my parents shipping me off to some lame ass boarding school with their credit card knowing I have a trust fund to carry me for the rest of my life even though I'll probably blow it on some stupid shit as soon as I'm 25.", his tone becomes snarky, and attitude narcissistic quickly replaced by the charming side once more. 

"Entertaining I will say but not my vibe.", a laugh escapes my lips. "Good cause that's not who I am.", he chuckles joins the air. We spend the time talking soon leaving the fire to walk along the beach taking about just how different our lives are. He was good company, but I kept thinking about Conrad and what he was doing, who he was with, why he wasn't with me. 

Yes, I know I basically told him fuck off but it's not like he ever listens he's my best friend and he knows y/n speak by now. Conrad maybe smart enough to get into Brown but sometimes he needs a little push in the right direction. "Y/N are you listening?", Lucas jumps in front of me. My face drops into a frown feeling bad i hadn’t been pay attention.

"Y/N quick it's Conrad!", Steven yells. My feet carry me as fast as they can without getting caught in the sand back to the group of teens surrounding a fight with none other than my stupid best friend in the middle of it.

"Con! Quit being stupid!", I push my way through the crowd and try to pull him off the random dude. My attempt was moot until Jere finally stepped in and broke up the fight around the same time as sirens began sounding. 

"Cops!". The teens that once covered the beach dropped their drinks and scattered like cockroaches. "Y/N let's go grab some ice cream and I'll take you home.", Lucas grabs ahold of my hand gently tugging me away from the guys.

"Like hell you will.", Conrad pulls me towards him. "You don't own her man. She can come with me if she wants to.", the alluring guy I was talking to all night disappears taken over with frustration and anger.

"We brought her, we will take her home besides she just met you like I'd ever let her endanger herself like that. Besides your place isn’t her home. Mine is.”the brown hair boy mocks the curly haired boys statement. "I never said anything about my place quit putting words in my mouth".

 "Would both of you just shut up!.", my outburst took both of them aback. "Lucas I'll see you around. Conrad let's get your stupid ass home.", annoyance prominent in my voice as I drag them away from each other. "Give me the keys Conrad.", I hold out my hand. "Not a chance.", he pushes past me and gets in the drivers side of his sedan. 

"I can't fucking believe you.", his tone accusatory. "Believe me about what?". "That boarding school trust fund fuck boys are your type.", his hands grip the wheel tighter than normal meanwhile I completely lose it.

"And how the fuck would you know what my type is huh! You have never cared nor taken an interest in the guys I have talked to. God acting like my dad I don't need your protection okay I can take care of myself.", I can feel my cheeks turning hot with anger. 

"You are so wrapped up in your own world you don't even notice that I do care about who you are with. You deserve more than that jackass.", tension settles in the air, suddenly this car feels like a tiny box."All that guy wanted to do was hook up with you.",his voice was filled with a know it all tone.

"So what if that is what I wanted!", he is surprised by my response. "You don't wanna lose it to some random one night stand.". "And if I do?", I didn't but he didn't need to know that.

"I know you Y/N you want to lose it to someone you care about and you know cares about you.", his grips loosens. "Maybe it's just not meant for me.", I can't let my guard down. 

My eyes follow his hand as it leaves the wheel and lays flat against the skin between my thigh and knee. "Don't say that.", we finally pull into the driveway of the beach house quietly making our way in the house careful not to wake Laurel or Susannah. I make my way to the kitchen grabbing some powdered donuts from the pantry. 

"I wasn't trying to upset you..honestly. You're my best friend and I never want to hurt you but lately I just keep fucking up.", he follows me after Jere, Belly and Steven trot upstairs to their rooms. "It's fine Connie you were right I don't wanna lose my virginity to some dude I met on the beach at a lame party.", I avoid looking at him. 

"I wouldn't want that for you either.", a gentle tone takes over his voice. "You're not fucking up anything by the way I mean I'm still here aren't I?", I attempt to lighten the mood. "Surprisingly so.", he chuckles. "What's going on in that brilliant head of yours?", I finally bathe the strength to look at him without melting. 

The way the front pieces of his hair kind of flop in front of his eyes, he's constantly pushing them behind his ear mainly when he's nervous but he also refuses to cut it Susannah loves it. His brown eyes seep into mine without even trying encapsulating me in a daydream. 

"You...me...y/n you think I don't care who you date but I do.", a nervous Conrad is not something I don't see often or ever really. "Let's not have this conversation again please.", I beg. "I have feelings for you.", he blurts not looking me in the eye. "What?", I'm taken aback praying he said what I heard.

"I like you Y/N and I have since we met I'm just so screwed up and I didn't wanna drag you down with me especially with my mom. You're the only other person besides me who knows about my parents and they don't even know that I know.", the sound of the stool screeching against the floor as he stands up out of the chair echos string us both. 

"Con you're not screwed up..", I gently take his hands in mine connecting our eyes. "You just need to develop better communication skills.". "How's this for practice?", his body leans over mine slowly coming down to bring his lips to mine. 

Is this really happening? Am I about to kiss Conrad Fisher, I've only ever dreamed of this moment never anticipating the reality god don't let me mess this up please. The soft skin of his lips gently connect with him, his hands disconnecting from mine caressing my cheeks instead leaving my hand to go to his shoulders pulling him closer afraid to lose the moment. 

I've always felt safe around him but, here in this moment it was cloud nine times a million. I didn't want it to end but we had to breathe eventually. "So?". 

"Well ahem.. a kiss isn't communicating however you can take that as an I feel the same way..", I anxiously pull my bottom lip between my teeth. "I love how you do that when you're nervous.", a nervous laugh escapes his lips. "We should head up to bed it's getting late.", as much as I don't want to I pull away from his body, his warmth knowing he'll be different in the morning. 

"Stay with me tonight.", it comes off as a statement rather than a question making my heart jump with excitement. "Your mom would flip if she caught us in your room.", I raise a brow. "Not if she doesn't find out or I come up with a really good excuse as to why you were in my room, and my bed.", he keeps me close.

"I don't know Con.". "Please.". "Okay fine.". 

Pleased with my appliance to his wishes he leads us upstairs to his room carefully closing the door. After removing our shoes we lay in his bed facing each other, the light of the moon casting a light so bright I could see his whole face in the dark.

The soft touch of his hands push some hair behind my ear before pulling me into our second kiss of the evening. 

Without thinking I immediately kiss him back, our bodies manage to close any gap left between us in a matter of seconds the moment enclosing us in a world of our own. I pull back slightly we are still nose to nose but rarely any space is between us. 

With as much confidence as I could muster I whisper the words I've wanted to say for months, "I want it to be you.". He is slightly surprised by my statement but doesn't break our contact, a small smile daring to turn up the corner of his mouth. "Are you sure? That wasn't what I was trying to do not now.", the words are soft spoken. 

"I'm sure unless you don't want to?", my eyes search his for an ounce of rejection. "Believe me I want to I just don't want you to feel rushed or pressured.". Without another word my hand takes a hold of his guiding it from the softness of my legs up to rest on my hips slowly and ever so gently. "Please Connie." with that I connect our lips once more. 

He takes this as his green light deepening the kiss turning me onto my back so he can be onto careful not to crush me under him. My fingers dance under his shirt against his stomach and chest, he smiles into the kiss before moving to my neck tenderly nipping at the skin a gasp escaping my lips. 

"We have to be quiet baby.", he whispers into my ear sending shivers down my spine in the best way possible. We both sit up swiftly removing our shirts, he gently pecks my lips allowing himself to kiss down my jawline, neck and along my shoulders till his hands reach the clasp of my bra. 

"May I?", his breathe tickles my neck and I nod. The white lace is soon gone leaving my top half completely bare and exposed, to my own surprise I'm not as nervous as I'd thought I'd be but how can I be when it's him.

He begins to kiss from my shoulder back down my chest gently laying me back down before reaching my jeans. I can feel his fingers undo the button and zipper tugging the denim off my hips and down my legs. 

A cold breeze hit my sensitiveness causing me to shudder. One step further and my panties have fond the rest of the clothes on my the floor. His eyes meet mine again a smile plastered on his face before speaking in a hushed tone. "Okay I'm gonna be honest it does hurt the first time but I promise I'm gonna do everything I can to make sure that you are ready before then. Do you trust me baby?". 

"Of course I do.", I smile. 

Our lips attach themselves once more as his thumb begins to rub my bud an action responsible for my hips bucking up. "It's okay.Relax", he reassures me against my lips.

My mind goes foggy overcome by his touch, of course I've touch myself but his hands against my most sensitive part was a whole new feeling of pleasure I've had yet to explore. 

When he feels I'm ready he slides a finger inside pumping in and out slowly, our moans mix together in the air trying to remain quiet. "I'm going to add another okay?". "Okay.". I feel his index and and middle fingers sliding in and out of me a wave of pleasure washing over me. I kiss him to try and cover my moans a futile action as I end up moaning against his lips instead. 

"Fuck yes just like that.", my hips begin to grind against his fingers giving him confidence to speed up slightly. My stomach begins to tighten as my climax winds up, he plants soft kisses along my chest continuing his motions only heightening my moans. "You are so beautiful y/n.", his whisper causes butterflies to let loose in my stomach. 

"I think I'm ready Connie.", I couldn't hold back anymore. I wanted him, all of him more than anything in this moment. "I think so too.", all contact is taken away so he could remove his jeans but I can't help the whimper that leaves my lips at the loss. 

The moment stand still our eyes locked on one another taking in this sight of each others exposed state, emotionally and physically bare. I prayed he couldn't hear how loud my heart was beating I've wanted him for so long to be more than my best friend and here he is, here I am giving him my first an I wouldn't change a thing. 

"Do you have protection?", I ask. He nods before reaching into his drawer and pulling out a shiny gold foil, putting on the condom and hovering over me once more. "I want you to be mine.", the words fall graciously from his now swollen lips. "I am yours.", I'm quick to answer.

"No I mean I want us, you and me. Boyfriend and girlfriend. This isn't just a one time thing. Be mine? Please.", a vulnerable Conrad is a side we rarely see and only in his most emotional state thought I've always been his soft spot. "I've always been yours whether you knew it or not my love.", I don't blush at the statement instead I smile and plant a small kiss on his nose. 

"This may still hurt I'm gonna go slow and let me know when I can move okay?", his lips lower to mine. His tip rubbing against my clit earning a small moan. "Okay.", I force the one worded answer out. As he kisses me slowly his member enters me...holy shit...a stint of pain swells inside my body, "Please move Con.", I manage. 

The thrusts replace pain with bliss, his minty scent fills my olfactory nerves, the soft touch of his lips and hands dance along my skin with sweat glistening on us both.

"Fuck you feel good baby.", he's as breathless as I am. His hands grip my hips imprinting small marks on them while my nails dig into his shoulders and back my entire body buried in ecstasy. 

"More.", I beg. I can feel him smirk into my neck picking up his pace and pushing deeper into me causing my back to arch off the bed our chests colliding. "Oh god." I moan gripping his shoulders so tight my knuckles are white.

"You're okay we're almost there.",his words soothe me and I allow myself to fall back against the mattress. As if they have a mind of their own my hips being to move meeting his hurts with equal enthusiasm and energy. "Just like that.", he groans into my skin. 

The knot in my stomach grows and grows I'm toe curling close to my end as is he. His speed picks up, ours moans mix praying we don't wake anyone. Mass amounts of Conrads groans fill the air when I begin to clench around him neither of us could hold on any longer.

 A white haze clouds all my senses as my entire body shakes with my orgasm. I feel him finish with me both of us panting and completely gone for each other and the moment we just shared.

A few minutes pass allowing us to collect ourselves before he quickly jumps grabbing an old t-shirt to clean us up. His care is gently and appreciated as some soreness begins to settle between my legs. 

"So how was I?', my cheeks turn red as I ask. I grab his shirt off the floor and pull it over my head covering myself.  "Perfect.", his arms wrap around my body spooning me, comforting me in a way I've never known a person could.

"Thank you for being my first.", the words are spoken just above a whisper. "Just hope you don't regret it.", his body tenses nervously against my back a sadness coating his words. "I could never regret you Conrad not about this, and not about us...we're infinite.". 

"Infinite.". he repests. "I should probably go to mine and Belly's room before anyone gets suspicious.", I try to get up only to be pulled back by Conrad. "You aren't going anywhere. I told you I will find a great excuse as to why you were in here.", I giggle at his statement.

"And what about the clothes that covering the floor?", I cock an eyebrow at him. "I've been meaning to do laundry.", he answers. 

"That includes my panties?", I can't help but laugh. "They got mixed up?", he shrugs. "My boyfriend ladies and gentlemen the best liar.", we both erupt in a fit of laughter though it is short lived as my eyelids begin to droop closed.

"Goodnight Connie.", my whole body relaxes into his chest sleep taking over. 

"Goodnight my infinity.", him kissing my head is the last thing I remember before being swept away in sleep. 

Infinity.  

#the summer i turned pretty #tsitp conrad #team conrad #conrad fisher #team jeremiah #tsitp jeremiah #tsitp s2 #tsitp

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ROR (Record Of Ragnarok) headcanons/IDK drabble turned one-shot

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Jack The Ripper

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This is definitely not for kids!

Like if you're under 18 please just turn back. This is 18+ only!

Just to warn you guys, I literally watched this show almost in one night yesterday so bear with me. And then proceeded to write this. It was supposed to just be some headcanons. And then it turned into drabble and then one shot.

Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh

I re-read this thing a couple of times. I tried to search the internet for quotes that would fit. Cause his character is really into quote'in and shit. I'm sorry if it isn't great I don't usually write so I tried my best. I just was filled with so much simpin' juice for this man at the time so I had to write cause I have no confidence in drawing his character with how badass he is.

Please enjoy!

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Really into aura shit

You got a nice aura? Better watch out. He might seek you out for that warmth if it's too similar to his mother's. Before she went kray- kray-.

Brah has a thing for cute shit

Based on his reaction with the Valkyrie chick he Völundr with. He's definitely into Lolita's.

I'm not a hundred sure what else he might be into. I feel like he's into the whole pure thing and wanting to A.) Corrupt it or B.) Cherish it.

Totally see him as a creep/closet pervert

Too much of gentlemen to be straight up creepy, buuutt still manages to push boundaries, tho whatcha gonna do

Brah is V from V for Vendetta but, minus the whole fuck parliament and being a charred turkey whose like woof- woof- for Evee Hamond.

Brah kept giving me flashes back to Batman by Gaslight.(Really good movie, guess what? Fet. Batman & Jack the Ripper. It's some badass shit.)

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Brraaahhh imagine just being some poor samp having to make ends meet in like one of the recognized most shittiest times. And its the dead of the night, walking home after your shift at the pub that ran later than you would prefer. But hey, money is money.

Everything is quite aside from the inebriated stumbling to their choice of den and the ladies of the night who waited on the curbs for potential customers. Preferably the quick and wasted ones.

Although the lamp wicks were burning bright thanks to the caretakers that serviced them. You being a dumb b*tch just trying to get home decide to pull the white girl move in the horror movie and walk into one of many dark decrepit alleys in London that were spread out like a cobble stone labyrinth.

Only to come across this motherfucker while passing through. Humming the London bridge is Falling Down while hunched over something behind one the local comunial waste bins. Obviously whatever it was had the bizarre-o ivory-haired man distracted enough to not notice your initial presence. If you were a normal self-preservation instinct still intact person you would've ran back the way you came.

Buuut that's too easy sooooo, no.

You—, you decide to play Blue's fuckin Clues and go stroll by the dude to see what he dooooin'.(Kinda like when there's a crash and everyone is like yoo I wanna see. But there's traffic so they slow just a little bit down when passing the crash to see what's up. Cause we all nosey b*tches. Don't lie.)

Didn't even take five steps before this crackhead whipped around to see who was approaching. And in the same short amount of time it took the mustached hetero-chromatic eyed dude to analyze your fluctuating aura of emotions. Meanwhile your ass noticed how this dude was fist deep in this lady's guts playin' doctor with a satchel of equipment at his side. Outfit drenched in the same burgundy colored ooze that flooded from the ripped open abscess in the abdomen of the obviously recently deceased women that was prompted up against the corner where the waste bin met the structure.

Before you could even think of back pedaling out of this situation. The pale haired man had launched himself on you. Quick to restrain you against the gross ass cobblestone wall of the ally way. In the right hand a common barbers knife that'd you find in any supplies shop in london—hovered threateningly above the thin skin of your throat. While the other was kept busy planting you against the wall by the roots of your still pinned up hair.

The desire to allow fear course into your veins was strong as you stared trapped in the heterochromatic pools of mania that belong to the person infront of you. Pools of crimson and glacier keeping you pinned. The former of the two holding almost supernatural glow to it. The gleam of it's light piercing through the veil of fog and darkness like the knife he so carefully wielded.

"What's a young maiden like yourself walking around at this hour in a place like this? And without a chaperon?" The mustached man inquired though obviously not out of interest but, amusement. Maintaining the manic look upon his pale aging features as he peered back into orbs of (y/e).

"It is a blind goose that cometh to a fox's sermon." The older gentleman cooed. Warm breath fan across the skin of your face leaving behind goosebumps in its wake.

The guy was definitely creepy.

Though not keen on being a damsel in destress of any kind. Your ass knew you wanted to survive this counter. And no one from the London yard to the hooker you passed on the corner is gonna help you now.

You had three options:

Scream

Fight

Reason

With a blade at your throat you might as well call yourself Marie Antoinette 2.0, if you chose the first option. Fighting with this dude would definitely be one-sided. From the fact that it took him 2.5 secs to over power you and contain you to a single spot. Yeah that's a no-go. And to be honest you weren't a hundred percent sure if reasoning would work on the psycho in front of you. Based off the fact he's staring at you like a mustached Cheshire Cat with a Mad Hatter's attitude. This is one fucked game of perseverance that you wish hadn't walked into.

Your last resort? You weren't completely sure what yet but one thing for sure; the way this night was looking so far this might be your last time underneath the moonlight. You might as well try something. It's not like you have anything left in your life to lose.

As you steeled your resolve in your mind. Your aura told the middle age man everything he needed to know.

At first glance it was nothing special. Just a cesspool of emotions primarily exhaustion and the normal stress that lays beneath every worrisome thought of the future and tomorrow's problems.

He was just going to rip her up like the predecessors that came before her. However, it was when he pinned her to the putride wall of the alleyway that he saw her true colors.

They shifted like a marvelous rainbow. One moment they were a stressful cobalt. The next a surprised cyan. Than a thoughtful calculative lime green.

However resting a deeper emotion sat next to the core in every flash of color. Remaining vigilant against an invasion from outside forces that threaten to penetrate the brigade that kept them at bay. Was a spec of regretful indigo. There it sat safe guarding the very thing that created its very being. So the same thing wouldn't happen again.

The array of sensitive colors dazzled his senses. The alternating emotions keep his interest peeked and the knife from laying any more pressure on your artery. His receptors in his nerves soaking up the vivid feelings like a dry sponge in the bath water. However unlike the sponge, his body just craved more.

He wanted to see the violet purple. The despair fill her heart. It was his favorite thing.

Swallowing a thick glob of saliva your (y/e) irises began to what you think is nonchalant but, isn't very chalant— scanning your surroundings. Looking for an opportunity to present itself despite the current obvious disadvantages. -cough- knife at your throat -cough- head at risk being slammed -cough-.

The creepy-ass grin from the creepy-ass man in front of you didn't help easing any tension in the little space between you two.

" Sir I nought know why you're doing this but, please allow me to pass onwards on my path. I cannot convict you. I don't even know your name nor what you look like." You reasoned (y/e) eyes filled with earnestness and your soul mirroring the same in a vivid courageous orange and a trepidious magenta.

Eyes trained with one another never breaking for a moment. Not even when his hand with the knife pulled away and was swiftly replaced with the left grasping your windpipe.

He hummed amused with your statement. How foolish you were to think ignorance could save you from your sealed fate.

" How rude of me..." He began.

Successfully instilling even further the threat that was to her life tonight. Not the drunktards who came in on a regular. Not the slim shit wages that barely kept her afloat. Not cholera(that one is a joke because of the time period and where they're at).

The mustached man right in front of her.

Typically he just kills whores. The women who remind him the most of his mother. Though if their soul shines a true brilliant viscous scarlet.... he doesn't mind making an exception or two. After all at the end they all become such a beautiful violet before it ends in white.

Taking an actual intake of her appearance she was certainly not a prostitute. Her bosom was properly strapped down by the corset underneath the fabric of her appropriately length dress that clung to her desirable frame. No cheap lard products to cover her natural appeal.

Only upon closer exception does he notice the faintest of a tan line from a band that has long since been removed.

A ring.

There had been a martial union and as evident with the lack of a band clasped around her dainty finger. It has been terminated. Divorced. Day-old goods that no one wants to touch.

The absence of it told him she had no one to return too.

That she was also abandoned.

That she was free for the taking if he pleased.

But, unlike most Lodon's fine selection of men. Jack actually did have manners.

And a criteria.

And before taking her in he needed to test her.

Can't have distrust in a budding relationship now can we?

" My name dear unwanted maiden is.... "

Hands like snakes from Garden of Paradise enclosed around your tranchea . Effectively sealing away the opening for the air to travel into your lungs.

"....Jack,..."

Cheshire Cat grin stretched across his pale complexion. The insanity in his eyes burning red hot like the poker in the fire.

"... Jack The Ripper! " He said with a joyous glee. Finally leaning in close enough that you could finally make out his full features.

"Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest"

Pools of (y/e) widen with surprise as they maintained the direct line of eye contact with the killer who has been stalking the streets of White Chapel.

Tears fell from (y/n) sockets. Not out of fear or the tragedy of your death. But rather the hurt of knowing you'll never get the chance to have a family.

I'm sorry this next part is ridiculously darker than the rest of this one shot/drabble. IDK how I went down this path but, just warning the next part includes talks of divorce, implied inf@cide, implied ch!ld murder, mi$carriage, oh and I almost forgot just dap of pedo alert.0

Please continue with your own discretion!!!

Since the start you never got to have that family. You never knew your parents. They had left you at an orphanage. Lucky for you that they had room to spare. Most became water logged coffins sealing away the babes from undesirable fates.

It wasn't sunshine and rainbows at the orphanage. You had to pull your weight from a very young age. Those who didn't contribute didn't get food, those who resisted got sent away, anyone who didn't listen came back from lectures with welts and concussions. You pick and choose your battles. And you chose them very carefully for the first fifteen years.

Until you felt the need to defend yourself against one of the caretakers who wasn't so noble. You had shed first blood the summer before. And ever since had been on the edge due to prying eyes and wandering hands.

That summer you left the orphanage and headed to London. Hear say from villagers say all the jobs are in the cities now. Thanks to the Industrial revolution offering more opportunities than ever before.

You had gone. Worked at a textile plant for some time until you met your first husband. And became pregnant with your first kid.

....only to lose the fetus three months later due to the stress your body was under. Children take so much. Even before their born. The nutrients get sucked from the marrow and slowly you lost the battle.

Your husband blamed you, and you did too. You tired, tried, and tried. But, they just couldn't be kept.

It wasn't even a two years later that your first husband divorced you.

You always wanted to be able to try again. To have that child to love and hold, to cherish unconditionally like you wished you had been.

Though staring into those mix-matched pools of insanity. In one last attempt to not give into the fear of the impending end. You thought one last time about your dream.

Jack was both pleased and mystified

Instead of the violet purple he saw within most of his victims. He found a light source that resembled the embers that kept the Londoners warm through the ruthless winters. An eradecent hue that blend yellow and pink into what can only be described as a hug to the senses.

Relaxing and comforting. A guiding light to ease one to rest.

"And light is mingled with the gloom, And joy with grief; Divinest compensations come, Through thorns of judgment mercies bloom In sweet relief ".

Slowly hands like steel latches released their grasp from around your neck. Skin already blossoming with bruises in the shape of handprints.

Without the support holding you up your body slid towards the alley way floor to only be scooped up into Jack's arms, as if weighing nothing more than a few sheets of paper.

"There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand."

Too exhausted to fight off Jack's tight embrace between the near death experience and the shift you had worked before ever traversing down this alleyway.

(y/e) drifted shut as you listened to Jack whisper sweet quotes of adoration as he took you away. Going only gods know where.

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd."

As the morning sun rose above the thick pea soup fog. Londoners would be too enthralled in the newest victim of the ripper to notice that there was another woman that the ripper had stolen. With no body to be found.

The five quotes here are quoted by(as in order of appearance)

John lyly

William Shakespeare

John Greenleaf Whittier

Mary Shelley

William Shakespeare

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