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nikkoliferous · 3 years

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Phase One: Avengers (Part Two)

Apparently I had so much to comment on this crappy book that I had to break this up into two parts (you can read part one here). No, I have nothing to say for myself. Lol

Let’s continue.

Clint Barton and Loki’s hand-picked strike team were in a stolen Quinjet with a faked S.H.I.E.L.D. call sign, 26-Bravo. That got them close enough that by the time the air-traffic officer on the Helicarrier knew something was wrong, it was already too late.

Whoa whoa whoa. I thought you said Loki didn’t care about the details. I thought you said such things were beneath him. Make up your mind.

With a last heave and twist, she freed herself from the fallen beam and ran. At that moment, the Hulk turned and saw her. She vaulted up a stairway and onto the next level. The Hulk swiped at the stairway and shredded it into scrap metal. Loki had gotten what he wanted. He must have been trying to time it so he could manipulate Bruce into becoming the Hulk right as his soldiers came to attack the Helicarrier. The Hulk would do at least as much damage from the inside as the rogue Quinjet could do from the outside.

Yes. Yes, he did. Lol

Natasha kept running, and the Hulk came right behind her. For a moment, she thought she’d lost him, but then he came at her out of the shadows, roaring. He was like walking rage, a single-minded engine of destruction. She shot a hole in the pipe over his head. Steam shot out of it into the Hulk’s eyes, stopping him for just the moment she needed to get a head start. She ran as fast as she could, but she knew she wasn’t going to stay away from him for long. He came after her, smashing through bulkheads and doorways like they weren’t even there and roaring the whole time.

Mood, though.

Steve got to the edge of the turbine mount about the same time as Tony. “I’m here!” he called out.

“Good,” Tony said, dropping into view and hovering in the Iron Man armor to survey the wreckage. He had the suit on, and Steve could hear his voice through the earbud microphone all S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel wore. At least that channel was still intact; if they lost communications, they’d be done for.

Convenient. Clint would absolutely know this, which means either 1) he's incompetent, 2) he's not as mind-controlled as we think, or 3) Loki allowed/arranged for his own team's semi-failure.Take your pick.

“What’s it look like in there?” Tony asked.

“It seems to run on some form of electricity,” Steve said.

Tony was shoving loose huge pieces of debris that prevented the turbine blades from rotating. “Well, you’re not wrong,” he said.

Steve fumed. He wasn’t here for technical support. But that was all he could do at the moment.

Ironic for Steve to call out Tony for being useless without his suit when Steve is apparently useless at anything other than beating people up. Lol

Tony stood inside the turbine housing, looking at the blades. He’d cleared most of the debris jamming the rotors. “Even if I clear the rotors,” he said, “this thing won’t reengage without a jump. I’m going to have to get in there and push.”

“If that thing gets up to speed, you’ll get shredded,” Steve said.

Hey hey hey now, I thought Tony wasn't the type of guy to sacrifice himself??

The Hulk stomped around the flight deck, roaring. He saw Thor and swung a fist twice the size of Thor’s head. Thor caught it in both hands, straining to hold both the Hulk’s arm and his attention. “We are not your enemies, Banner,” he grunted. “Try to think!”

Now, where have I heard that before...?

In answer, the Hulk punched him through the wall.

Jealous.

Thor got up and watched the Hulk coming after him. Now this was a fight! He held out a hand, waiting for Mjolnir to return to him. Mjolnir smashed through another wall and reached Thor’s hand just as the charging Hulk came within striking distance.

What's a little bloodlust between friends, amirite?

The Hulk caught the hammer, and a fierce grin spread over his face… then he toppled backward and Mjolnir pinned him to the floor of the hangar.

None but I can lift Mjolnir, Thor thought. Not even this giant.

Yes, yes. You're very special, Thor. We're all super impressed, promise.

“You like this?” Coulson asked, meaning the gun. “We started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer. Even I don’t know what it does.” He powered it up, and rings along its barrel glowed bright orange. “Want to find out?”

But Loki wasn’t there in front of him. Thor saw it too late to do anything. That Loki was an illusion… and the real Loki was behind Coulson.

Lokiception.

“You lack conviction,” Coulson said. He did not move from where he sat against the wall. Blood trickled at the corner of his mouth, and the enormous gun lay uselessly across his lap.

Of all the things Coulson might have said, this was perhaps the one Loki expected least. I have moved worlds out of conviction, he thought. Made bargains with beings who snuff out planets as an afterthought. “I don’t think I…”

"bargains"

“Tasha,” he said. “How many agents did I—?”

“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t do that to yourself, Clint. This is Loki. This is monsters and magic and nothing we were ever trained for.” Better than maybe anyone on the Helicarrier, Natasha Romanoff knew you couldn’t blame yourself for things you did while you were brainwashed. All you could do was try to heal and get things right the next time.

OH? DO TELL.

“Yeah, takes us a while to get any traction, I’ll give you that one,” Tony said. “But let’s do a head count here. Your brother the demigod, a Super-Soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend, a man with breathtaking anger-management issues, a couple of master assassins… and you, big fella, you’ve managed to piss off every single one of them.”

“That was the plan,” Loki said with a grin.

“Not a great plan,” Tony said.

YOU'RE RIGHT, TONY. IT'S AN OBJECTIVELY TERRIBLE PLAN. NOW ASK YOURSELF WHY HE WOULD DO THAT ON PURPOSE.

“You’re missing the point!” he said, and his tone got sharper. “There’s no throne, there is no version of this where you come out on top. Maybe your army comes and maybe it’s too much for us… but it’s all on you. Because if we can’t protect the Earth, you can be sure we’ll avenge it.”

Weeeeeell...

With those last words, he tapped Tony on the chest with his scepter, just has he had Hawkeye and Dr. Selvig. Nothing happened. The Arc Reactor in Tony’s chest countered the scepter’s effect.

Loki tried it again. “This usually works.…”

“Well,” Tony said, “best-laid plans. You know the saying.”

Uncomfortable with mild swear words and dick jokes, I see. Lol

Look at this!” Thor shouted, holding Loki and forcing him to gaze out over the destruction in the city. “You think this madness will end with your rule?”

“It’s too late,” Loki said. Thor thought he was beginning to understand what he had done. “It’s too late to stop it.”

“No,” Thor said. “We can. Together.”

Loki looked him in the eye… and then betrayed Thor again, stabbing him in the side with a knife hidden in his sleeve. Thor dropped to the ground, clutching the wound. “Sentiment,” Loki said mockingly.

OH MY GOD. HE'S MOCKING HIMSELF, YOU ABSOLUTE KNUCKLEHEAD. I swear to god, this author sat down and went, "Hmm. How can I systematically erase any and all complexity this character possesses so he's as generic a villain as possible?"

CASE IN POINT:

On a bridge, Cap huddled behind a destroyed car with the Black Widow and Hawkeye. “Lots of civilians trapped up there,” Hawkeye said, indicating the nearby buildings. A flight of Chitauri went over, and Cap noticed something different about one of them.

“Loki,” he said. He was shooting at the civilians fleeing through the streets. “They’re fish in a barrel down there.”

It can be admittedly hard to tell because most shots of the Chitauri vehicles firing on people are from too far away to tell who's piloting... but I checked the clips from the Battle of NY and the only person Loki can definitively be seen firing at is Natasha. On another Chitauri whatever-you-call-them. Not even aiming for the street.

Thor was still watching the Chitauri zipping overhead. “I have unfinished business with Loki.”

“Yeah?” Hawkeye said. “Get in line.”

“Save it,” Steve said. “Loki’s going to keep this fight focused on us, and that’s what we need. Otherwise those things could run wild. We’ve got Stark up on top—”

Almost as if... according to plan...

Look, I have historically not bought into the full "Loki formed the Avengers so he could lose on purpose" theory because I feel that it contradicts the canon explanation that he was being influenced by the sceptre. But... you'd have to be an absolute moron to think he wasn't sabotaging himself, whether accidentally or on purpose. I suppose one could argue that just because it was amplifying his negative emotions, that doesn't necessarily mean it prevented him from working against his "allies". But if it wasn't affecting his actions at all, I don't know why they'd bother to confirm the theory as canon.

Also, like... according to this book, Loki is somehow targeting civilians and not targeting civilians at the same time ?? lmao

“Dr. Banner,” Steve said. “Now might be a really good time for you to get angry.”

Bruce was already walking toward the Leviathan. “That’s my secret, Captain,” he said over his shoulder. “I’m always angry.”

Same, tbh.

Thor reached the top of the Empire State Building and lifted Mjolnir. Storm clouds gathered and lightning struck down, hundreds of bolts reaching for Mjolnir. Thor turned the Empire State Building’s iconic spire into a lightning rod, gathering the force of the elements into it. Then he thrust Mjolnir in the direction of the portal. All the energy he had built up blazed out in a single forking bolt. It struck and destroyed every single Chitauri between the Empire State Building and the portal itself. Hundreds of them exploded and tumbled from the sky at once, including several of the Leviathans that tumbled down to smash into buildings below.

...so why didn't Thor just keep doing this for the rest of the battle? Too draining, or not exciting enough? Lol

Satisfied, Thor nodded and glanced over at the Hulk. Perhaps the scales were evened from their last fight against each other on the Helicarrier—

The Hulk shot out his left fist and smashed Thor all the way across the block-long gallery. Then it was his turn to look satisfied.

Jealous. Again.

Maybe that was just Loki, but Steve was starting to feel like the Chitauri were going to absorb every punch the Avengers could throw. They had to close that portal, or nothing was going to stop the invasion.

Well then. It sure is fortunate that Loki allowed Selvig to install a failsafe, huh?

Fury stood and listened to the World Security Council explain that they had decided to take the operation out of his hands. They were going to use a nuclear missile to destroy the Tesseract and close the portal—but at the cost of untold civilian lives. Fury protested as strongly as he could and one of the councilors cut him off. “Director Fury. The Council has made a decision.”

These crazy motherfuckers would have killed so many more people than Loki it's not even funny.

...and tbh, it probably wouldn't even have destroyed the Tesseract, so they would have killed them for literally no reason too.

The Hulk paused, confused.

“You are, all of you, beneath me!” Loki raged.

Not yet, sir, but I would very much like to be. 😏

She knelt next to him and said, “It’s not your fault. You didn’t know what you were doing.”

Selvig digested this for a moment and then said, “Actually I think I did. I built in a safety to cut the power source.”

Of note and as alluded to previously:

1) The mind control over Barton and Selvig was not absolute either; therefore, if they are not responsible for their actions over the course of this movie, Loki is not responsible for his either.

2) If The Other could hear everything Loki was up to, it's very likely that Loki could hear everything Barton and Selvig were up to as well. Meaning that, at a minimum, he knew about the failsafe and did nothing about it.

The missile had a lot of momentum built up, and Tony’s Mark 7 suit was not operating at full capacity after the amount of energy he’d expended in the battle already. It was no easy task to get the missile angled up sharply enough to clear the tallest buildings in Midtown—especially Stark Tower. That was where the missile seemed to want to go. So, Tony thought, the World Security Council is jealous of me, too.

Look, I get that he's mostly just being witty, but seriously... this dude is out here accusing Loki of being an egomaniac? Lol

He got underneath the missile and angled it upward, straining against its stabilizers, which tried to keep it on course. But slowly he forced it up, and once he got its warhead pointed at an angle, pushing it into a steeper climb got easier. A little.

Steve Rogers’s voice broke his concentration. “Stark, you know that’s a one-way trip?”

So... you're admitting you were wrong, then? 🙃

The Avengers looked up. On the roof of Stark Tower, Natasha said, “Come on, Stark.”

They saw the explosion through the portal, brilliant as a new sun. There was no way Tony could have survived that.

I was wrong about him, Steve thought. When the time came, he did make the sacrificial play.

Thanks, Steve. That's really all I wanted.

Loki had just gotten himself put back together enough to get out of the hole in the floor. Painfully he dragged himself toward the door. Never had a mortal damaged him as much as that green monster. He would be healing for a long time.

He's literally in better shape now than when he came through the portal. And the author made zero mention of his health there.

But heal he would, and then he would have his revenge. Even though the portal had collapsed and he had lost the Tesseract. Even though his Chitauri army was destroyed. Loki would show the so-called Avengers they never should have opposed him.

Raise your hand if you watched Avengers and thought Loki was thinking about revenge right after getting Hulk-smashed. Why aren't any of you raising your hands??

Seriously, there are two emotions I felt from Loki at the end of Avengers Assemble: relief and anxiety. I have no idea why Alex Irvine is so intent on turning him into a boring, one-dimensional villain, but it made this book absolutely insufferable to read.

Anyway, that's it! I hope you all found this as entertaining and cathartic as I did. Lol

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#loki meta #loki #thor #tony stark #steve rogers #bruce banner #natasha romanoff #clint barton #avengers assemble #mcu #phase one: avengers

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ka-za-ri · 4 years

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Descent Pt. 10 (Finale)

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚ IT’S TIME.

Hello! I would honestly really like to thank every one of you who’s read this and encouraged me during this long ride! It’s been a wild one and it’s been an honor to share this smutty smut fest to you all. I’m a little sad that it’s over, but hopefully after some time away from writing this fic I’ll come back and write one last bonus chapter. Because what’s my writing without boning a demon amirite?

Chapter Index and Obey Me! Masterlist: here Ao3 Mirror: Here Part [1] Part [2] Part [3] Part 4: [4] Part [5] Part [6] Part [7] Part [8] Part [9] Part [10]

Pairing: Simeon x Reader Genre: Angst, fluff, smut Wordcount: 7,100 ish Tags: Angst, Fluff, Smut Summary: Accepting and confronting feelings come with the consequence of a fall.

Fall

You had fully intended to go home as usual after a session with Simeon. Even if the post coital cuddles were much desired and needed, he always kept business and personal relations separate. You knew better than to get too attached to the warmth and comfort of his embrace. It pained you to know he would always approach your relationship with a cool detachment and you expected things to be the same as usual this time as well.

The endorphins of such an intense session sedated the both of you, letting you fall into a comfortable doze for a bit. Simeon clung to you as he slept, rousing you from your slumber more than once as his arms wrapped around you tighter. He whimpered from time to time, twitching and clutching you tighter as if you could drive away whatever bad dreams he had. It was strange to see him so possessive, not that you minded. Even if it was only when he slept, he was at least comfortable enough around you to let down his guard a little bit. By the time you needed to leave and catch the last train home, his limbs were tangled with yours and there was no way to move without waking him up.

“Simeon, I have to go…” You protested, trying to pry yourself from him.

He groaned and only pressed himself against you more in his half-asleep state. “No.” He whined. “Stay the night, please. I don’t want to be alone.” His voice was surprisingly quiet and it cracked at the end of his plea.

Your heart skipped a beat at his sudden confession and any desire you had to leave immediately disappeared. “Okay, okay. I’ll stay.” You reassured, patting his arm and his hold on you relaxed just a bit.

Simeon sighed in content and took in your scent when you agreed to stay. His breathing stuttered for a moment as he savored your warmth next to his own. In a rare moment of vulnerability, he allowed himself the chance to indulge in a show of affection. Normally, he would have brought up his walls and politely seen you off. Yet, something prevented him from doing that right away this time. Likely, it had to do with the burning feeling that settled in his chest earlier when he saw you being fucked by Lucifer. The image and the feeling refused to go away, causing him to be needier than usual.

He couldn’t go back to the way things were before when he was simply asking you to do things for the sake of his book. It was impossible to deny that he had budding feelings he needed to confront. The consequences of being too deeply involved in the human realm laid heavily on his shoulders and he didn’t want to think about them when he had you in his arms. He need to recenter himself and stay rational while he tried to figure out a way to reclaim who he was before this all happened. To do that, his feelings had to be carefully locked away. Wearily, he brought up the walls around his heart once more even though your close proximity threatened to tear them down at any moment.

You turned over to look at him and noticed he still had the collar on. Carefully, you helped him out of it. Unbuckling the ornate clasp was surprisingly harder than you anticipated, especially since you didn’t want to hurt Simeon. When it was finally pulled away and thrown to the side, it was hard to not notice how he skin of his neck had been rubbed raw from receiving such rough treatment throughout the night. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, tentatively tracing the tender skin and he winced at the touch.

“Don’t be. I’m alright. I promise.” He reassured, but there was no conviction behind his words. He pulled away from you, ignoring the throbbing around his neck from where the collar had sat for so long.

You decided to leave the issue for the time being. Simeon wasn’t a stranger to harming himself, the long scars on his back was proof of that. Why he thought such self punishments were necessary were beyond your comprehension and you couldn’t begin to think about how to comfort him whenever this habit of his came up. You only had a few canned, rehearsed words that everyone had been taught to say and countless empty promises that you could never keep. You wanted to believe he would reach out for help if he needed it; however, if you knew anything about Simeon, it was that he would never say what he wanted.

“Shall I draw you a bath?” he asked quietly after a long lull of silence. He was staring at a point just past your head, in a daze and not quite focused as he normally was. As if he noticed how zoned out he was, he blinked and made proper eye contact with you. “I’m sure you’re tired, and it’ll give me a chance to change the sheets so you don’t have to keep sleeping on the mess I made.” He smiled softly, already in the middle of getting out of bed to start running the water.

There they were again. Those walls you worked so hard break through had been rebuilt in the short time you had been nodding off in his arms. When you weren’t fully focused on him, he was pushing you gently to the side, distancing himself and the cool detachment was more than a little depressing for you. It felt like with every time you got him to open up, the more he closed off his feelings. You thought you had gotten somewhere when he asked you to stay, but it seemed to be a temporary lapse.

He beckoned you to the bathroom shortly after, the tub was already half full and you could smell the jasmine oil he had put in there to help ease the aches and pains away. If anything, you thought he deserved a bath more than you did, but he was adamant about attending to your needs first and foremost. “Please take as much time here as you’d like. I’ll get a robe for you in a bit.” He turned to take his leave but you stopped him, holding onto his hand and tugging him closer.

“Won’t you stay? You need to get cleaned up too, don’t you?”

He smiled, though the emotion didn’t reach his eyes. “Unfortunately, the tub is not large enough for two.” He reasoned.

Before you could further insist that he stay by your side, he was already through the door and off to change the sheets like he said he would.

You sighed, knowing you weren’t going to get anywhere else with him for the night and slipped into the bath. The hot water did wonders to your sore muscles. Whatever he put into it only aided in relaxing you to a point where you were quickly dozing off in the bath. Your mind was much more active than your body, replaying all the events that lead up to this moment. From the first hesitant time in that sunroom all the way to the moment he surrendered his body to you, your relationship and your feelings for him had only deepened.

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you as you mulled over the discussion you had with him so long ago, going through the things he was comfortable with doing and what he absolutely refused to do. Somewhere along the line, you had pushed aside his boundaries in pursuit of getting what you wanted out of your agreement. You ended up assuming that he desired you the same way you desired him. Upon this realization, it was no longer a wonder why you were being politely pushed away.

You lost track of how long you had been in the tub. Your disheartening thoughts pulled you down a deep rabbit hole where you analyzed every moment you shared, wondering where you had gone wrong and when you had become so inconsiderate. Your mind ran in circles while your body slowly shut down from exhaustion.

Simeon thought you died in the tub when he found you. Your torso was practically hanging out the side of the tub and you didn’t respond when he called your name the first time. To say he was relieved when he saw you twitch slightly after he called you again would have been an understatement. He sighed softly, setting the robe he brought in to the side and gently propped you up. “Come now, Little Lamb. You’ll catch a cold if you sleep like that.” He chided.

You blinked, clearing your bleary vision and grumbled at him, brushing his hands away. “Just a few more minutes.” You whined.

“The water is no longer warm, you’ll get sick if you stay in here any longer.” He was insistent, half dragging you out of the tepid water much to your dismay.

Simeon wrapped you in the largest towel he had, smiling softly the whole time you were turned away from him. The fluffy bath sheet smelled of lavender and something else you couldn’t quite place, but it was a familiar scent. You clearly did not seem to be in any state to properly care for yourself and he took it upon himself to properly dry you off. It wasn’t often he got to dote on you in the way he wished, and it seemed the only time he would get the chance was when you were barely conscious after being fucked out of your mind.

Seeing you barely able to stay on your feet, Simeon almost carried you back to bed. Stay distant. Do not meddle any further. Though he knew he was likely too far gone to return to the Celestial realm with any sort of good grace, he childishly thought it might not be too late to rectify his wrongs.

He took you by your hand, lead you back to bed and tucked you in. It took no time at all for you to fall asleep on the newly changed sheets. You hogged a majority of his pillows and the blankets, but he didn’t mind. Only when he was sure you were soundly asleep did he allow himself the chance to shower off the worst of the fluids which had caked themselves onto his skin. As he watched the water swirl down the drain, he wonder if he really stood a chance against Lucifer’s wiles and seduction. He couldn’t get the image of you being taken by another man out of his head no matter how hard he distracted from himself.

That dull, burning feeling spread across his chest once again. The ache of yearning for something he could never have consumed his being. And as the conflicting emotions warred within him, he sank into the corner of the shower, letting the water pelt at him until it ran cold. Even then, he didn’t feel like he he had the energy to drag himself out of the shower. The moment he left, he knew that he would need to decide between his devotion to you or to the…

Gods were known to be all benevolent. He had experienced and executed the outcome of such goodness to many before. He thought, perhaps the gods would remember his good deeds and forgive his few misgivings in the human realm. After he finally pulled himself off the chilled floor of the shower and got dressed, he reached for the rosary tucked in the back corner of his night stand and knelt in reverence to the Heavenly bodies above.

For the first time in a very long time, Simeon prayed before going to sleep. He pleaded for forgiveness and mercy. He prayed for a sign to save him from his inevitable fate somehow. Kneeling on the hard floor, he hoped his words could invoke the infinite benevolence of the Celestial realm to save his soul. He recited prayer after prayer, hoping that those above could excuse his lapses of judgment in his assignment to observe and understand humans. He was wrong, he had known that since the first time asked for your help. He had been so naive and confident, he had somehow lost his way.

Simeon had been so sure he could have anticipated the moment of his fall. He could have sworn all he had to do was abstain from defiling you. In his prayers, he apologized for being so simple minded, he confessed to the countless sins he committed onto your body without having tainted you. He had foolishly trusted himself too much and ended up falling for you in a way that was equally taboo.

Love.

He omitted his feelings from his prayers. If the other angels were watching, surely they would already know the truth behind his actions. It was all rooted in an intoxicating addiction to the temptation that was you. Outside of all the lewd acts, he adored you, cherished you and deeply wished he could give you the world on a platter if only he was allowed the chance to.

Yet his pride stood in the way. His stubborn need to cling onto what the Celestial realm deemed as divine kept him from sacrificing everything. Simeon hoped that his prayers would be heard as he implored the powers that be for forgiveness. If he received an answer, he could turn back. There was still time. His knees ached as he recited prayer after prayer. He hummed hymns and sang praises in a futile attempt to curry favor in his direction once more. He stayed in the corner of his room until the pain of kneeling became too much.

Ha, I must be getting old. I used to be able to do this all day...

He shouldn’t have been surprised when there was no reply from the heavens. It seemed that he was already beyond salvation in their eyes.

If he had been a stronger man, he would have practiced decorum and slept in a separate room, or at least on the floor that night. However, Simeon was weak; weaker than he had ever thought he could be. His muscles and joints felt like they creaked when he finally got up and made his way to bed.

He was careful not to rouse you when he crawled feebly under the sheets and laid next to you. He could hear your deep breathing and the light snore coming from you as you slept soundly. Curling his body behind your own and wrapping his arms around you felt so right. Whatever resolve he had for keeping human temptations at bay dissolved as soon as you were in his arms and his own breathing evened out. The gods above had forsaken him, there was nothing left but to embrace the beautiful dreams that came whenever he was with you.

He would see you off in the morning, tell you how much he appreciated you and how much fun he had the night before. In a rare show of affection, he kissed your cheek and hugged you tightly before you set off for the day. He kept everything cordial and guarded his feelings close to his chest while you were still around him. As soon as you said your farewells and walked through his door, he felt his whole world fade into a grainy shade of gray. With every step you took, the color evaporated from his vision until there was nothing left but a dull monochrome.

Alas, it seemed the most disgraceful thing to the gods was the feeling of…

Falling in love with Simeon was not something you expected when you first met him. Your intial impression when you first met him was that he did not fit your mental image of an author. You had expected someone much mousier and less refined. That first meeting changed your life. Not only did it begin your career, but it also planted a seed of affection deep in your heart for a soft spoken, eloquent, beautiful person. Pushing your feelings to the side had been easy enough in the beginning, you could pretend your infatuation was because of how star struck you were to work for the Christopher Peugeot.

Of course, you were young and naive to have thought those emotions would go away with time. Those budding feelings only took root and spread into what they were today. You were obsessed and hopelessly in love with a man who would never open up to you.

In the following days after you left, Simeon continued to distance himself. You didn’t blame him. You had a fair amount of thinking to do on your own. Life carried on as normal, or as normally as it could when there wasn’t a book being written. Simeon had requested a well deserved break from writing in order to brainstorm his next bestseller. There was the obligatory call that you had to make at the beginning of his break to ensure he would have something to present once his little vacation was over; but outside of that, you left him alone. It was likely for the best. Your one way infatuation with him had become an unhealthy obsession as of late and the distance would allow for you to properly sort your thoughts out.

You picked through a few freelance offers to edit short stories during the lull in your main work. It was boring and tedious, but it kept food on the table and your bills were paid on time. The shorter length and the sporadic nature of such work meant you had much more time to dwell on your thoughts. Without any outside influences like a nosy bartender or an overly familiar CEO, it was easier to sort out your feelings for Simeon and figure out how you wanted to proceed the next time you had a chance to meet him privately.

The fact that he still most likely had that chastity cage on his cock was not lost to you. Every time you thought about it, a pang of guilt ripped through your chest. You had done a fair number of things to push his boundaries and you couldn’t blame him if he hated you. There was a hollowness in his voice when he saw you off that rang in your head. You always thought his eyes had a bright life and joy to them, but if you thought too much about that day, you could recall how dull and dark they were even when he smiled.

You hated to think that you could be the reason why he was like that.

You wanted to contact him and maybe discuss things between the two of you, preferably without Lucifer. Your feelings and infatuation was with Simeon and no one else. After days of contemplating the events of your last session, you came to the conclusion that whether or not Simeon would fuck you was a negligible aspect of your relationship with him. You needed to stop pushing him and let him come to you when he was ready. Sure, it was frustrating when he didn’t express his needs, but you never considered that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t comfortable enough around you to do so.

He trusted his body to you. Upon reflection, it felt like you had taken everything he gave you for granted. The importance of his actions and words were all disregarded in favor of what you wanted. The guilt of such neglect ate at you from the inside. Now, the least you could do in repentance was respect his wishes and his need for space. You had expected him to reach out to you once his break started, but it had been a dead radio silence ever since he announced it. You worried about his well being constantly, checking your phone as soon as you woke and right before you went to bed for any messages. You caught yourself mindlessly refreshing your phone for hours on end, hoping that he would be the first to contact you.

Nothing.

Then again, you shouldn’t have been surprised when there was no reply to your wordless prayers.

The pain of distance you experienced now was a necessity. You needed to accept that and practice patience if you wanted to have another chance to make things right. The heartache from being so far apart for so long ate away at your soul, but you knew it was something that you deserved it. Day by day, as you continued to wait patiently, the color in your world drained away into a grainy shade of…

Grey skies were common at the end of winter. They fit well with his outlook on life these days. Simeon walked a lot, now. He let his feet wander and take him to no goal in particular. It was an odd sort of meditation in a way and it let him clear his mind in a way that his home could no longer do. Every surface and corner of his abode reminded him of you. Getting out and breathing in the crisp, cold air cleansed his mind and his lungs.

He’d wander until he couldn’t feel his legs or his nose. At first, the cold winds whipped and cut his skin, making his lips crack and bleed if he spent too much time out. However, he got used to it quickly. The mixture of pain and peace brought him a calm that couldn’t be achieved elsewhere. He loved the soft quiet that came with snow. It muffled the sounds of the city as well as the sounds of his heart beating. The peaceful atmosphere soothed the frazzled edges of his mind and amplified the hollow feeling of loneliness in his chest.

Simeon didn’t take a heavy coat with him whenever he went out. A sweater was sufficient for his needs. He may or may not have received odd stares, but he couldn’t be bothered. None of those people mattered to him anyway. He only sought the approval of two beings and one of them had turned their back on him when he begged for a bit of forgiveness.

Winter was letting up slowly, giving way to chilly rains which soaked him to the bone whenever he took one of his long walks. He usually didn’t mind it, but when the rain became a downpour, he had no choice but to seek shelter somewhere until the worst of the storm was over. Looking at his surroundings, he could have laughed when he saw his feet had somehow taken him all the way to your neighborhood.

He had maybe visited you a handful of times since he first met you. It wasn’t often he got a chance to go see you considering your work revolved around him. He wanted to see you, he wanted to hear your voice and hold you. That desire was enough to make him take a step towards your door. As he got closer, he could hear a part of him tell him to turn away before he fell any deeper for you.

Unfortunately for that rational part of him, falling didn’t scare him anymore. With the Celestial Realm averting its gaze from him, he was free to accept the darkness that he willingly cultivated within himself. If anything, it meant he was allowed to feel something besides emptiness. He didn’t deserve the chance to see you again, but it did nothing to stop the desires

Simeon was knocking on your door before he realized what he was doing. His body seemed to move on its own when it knew you were close. You drew him towards you like a moth to a flame and he would be forever entranced by you. As your door opened, a gust of warm air washed over his body and the gray world around him shattered into a thousand brightly colored pieces. “I… I’m sorry, I just didn’t know where else to go.”

His voice sounded foreign to him, the most familiar thing he knew was your soft expression as you lead him indoors away from the cold.

“You’re lucky I was in the middle of getting a bath ready.” you said as you hurriedly shuffled his soaked frame to the bathroom once his shoes were off. An inviting tub full of steaming hot water was waiting for him when you finally got him through the door of your bath room. He took a deep breath and the scent of sandalwood and oranges filled his lungs. He recognized it as the scent that always lingered on your clothes over your perfume. Just having his senses filled with something that reminded him of you warmed him much more than the balmy temperature of the bathroom.

“I think I have something that might fit you, if not I definitely have a robe.” you mumbled to yourself, already pulling out a spare towel out of a nearby cabinet for him. “Just leave the wet clothes on the floor, I’ll throw them in the wash for you when you’re done.”

You scurried off to dig through your closet in search for spare clothes, leaving him to him to his own devices. Simeon sighed, smiling for the first time in what felt like weeks. Finally seeing you in person, he needed to accept just how much he missed you and just how whenever you were around, his world was…

Colorful clothes of all sorts were strewn across your bedroom floor as you tried to find that over-sized sweater you swore you saw just the other day. You didn’t want Simeon to wear just a robe, the one you owned was likely too small for him, but it looked like you wouldn’t have a choice in that matter considering you didn’t think anything else you owned would fit him.

He had appeared at your door like the answer to your prayers. You were getting antsy from the dead air between the two of you and it had been shaping up to be another day of listlessly staring at your phone while you waited for a message. With the storm brewing outside, you had fancied a nice long bath to combat both the cold and the dreary weather. Just as you were ready to hop in, you heard the knocking at your door.

Seeing Simeon so drenched and pitiful broke your heart. It didn’t matter why, or how he had arrived at your abode, you immediately dragged him to the bath as soon as you could. He clearly needed it more than you. It also meant he deserved much better than a too small robe to wrap himself in after he was done soaking. Unfortunately, it seemed like there would be no other options considering you couldn’t find that damn sweater you were thinking about.

Tiptoeing back to the bathroom, you knocked softly before cracking the door open. “Hey, I found a robe, it… just might not fit you, sorry about that.” you apologized, feeling like a terrible host. You stuck your hand through the crack and laid the robe on the sink, ready to slink away and let him have his space. Even if you wanted to be near him, you needed to remind yourself that he would approach you when he was ready, you couldn’t rush or push him more than you already had.

You grew concerned though when he didn’t respond to your intrusion. Curiosity got the better of you and you pushed the door open a bit more to see if he was alright. The sight you were greeted with was not what you expected, to say the least.

Simeon sat in the tub, staring blankly at the tiles in front of him. He looked like he was in a daze, barely aware of his surroundings. Most concerning of all was the fact that he hadn’t even bothered to take his clothes off. He was still wearing the rain drenched sweater and faded jeans he arrived in.

“Simeon?” You called out to him, quietly padding closer to make sure he hadn’t fallen asleep. He turned sluggishly and gave you the barest nod. The bright blues of his eyes was so dull and dark, you worried he had somehow gotten sick in the short time you had left him on his own.

Kneeling down next to the tub, you peeled off the sodden sweater off his torso, tossing the thing into the sink before looking down at his jeans. He didn’t say anything to you as you went through the clinical actions of stripping him for the sake of his comfort. Your hand brushed against the metal bindings around his cock and he let out a hiss, the first indication that he was really aware of what was going on around him.

“Simeon, are you--”

“I’m fine.” he cut in. “I’m fine.”

There was no conviction in his voice as he tried to reassure you. He repeated those words over and over again as if they were a mantra, mumbling them under his breath. “I’m fine...”

His voice cracked when he looked at you, unshed tears being barely held back. No matter how much he told himself that the Heavens didn’t care and all he had to do was just accept the fall, he couldn’t shake off the fear of the consequences. There you were, inches away from him, calling for him as if you could hear his desperate prayers for salvation.

If the Heavenly Father would no longer listen, he at least had you. With you, any consequence was bearable.

“I’m fine. As long as I’m with you...” He whispered, pulling you closer to him for a slow, tender kiss.

When his lips met yours, a warmth blossomed throughout him. The hollow ache in his chest was immediately filled with a pleasant fluttering that spread through his limbs. Your unique aroma overpowered the perfume of sandalwood and oranges in the water. The cloying combination made him dizzy and drunk with his affection for you. The smell would forever be connected to the last temptation that made an angel fall.

His cradled the back of your head as he kissed you like it was the first time. The taste of your lips was sweeter than the ripened celestial peaches that immortals coveted so much. He breathed out slowly through his nose before taking a deep breath, filling his lungs with the smell of love and his impending fall from grace.

You moaned softly against his lips, gasping for breath from how tender yet passionate it had all been. He took that moment to swipe his tongue across your lower lip before delving into the caverns of your mouth and deepening the kiss even further. The sounds Lucifer elicited from you would be nothing compared to the songs he would get you to sing under his touch.

When he finally broke the kiss on his own terms, your lips were swollen and glistened with his saliva. The light in his eyes had returned and you noticed the familiar hard glitter of desire in them. He pulled you into a tight embrace, half dragging you into the tub with him to kiss the rest of your face and whatever skin he could get access to. You squealed in surprise, stumbling to keep your balance and pressed yourself against him. His breath was hot against your ear as he continued to press his lips everywhere he could. “I… I want you… Will you have me?”

You could barely believe what you heard. You wanted to pull away and look at him properly, but his embrace was strong and held firm. The kisses he laid on your skin traveled down your neck and you held back a shudder when he brushed across a sensitive spot. “I… is this what you want?”

“More than anything.”

He let you have a bit of distance so you could look at sincerity in his expression. There wasn’t a hint of hesitation in his voice and the glitter of desire in his eyes had changed into a bright flame of lust. There was no way you could deny such a request. You had been waiting for him to say those words for so long. The weight of guilt on your chest crumbled away and there was nothing but elation left. All the anxiety, all the waiting, all of the trials and tribulations was so worth it for the moment he earnestly asked to be with you.

“Then you shall have me.”

The smile that spread across his lips was surely divine. No one should be allowed to be as beautiful as he was. Simeon could barely believe you had agreed. He knew he didn’t deserve you; but now, he had all the time in the world to persuade you otherwise. Heavens be damned, he loved you and he had the freedom to show you exactly what that meant to him.

Removing your partially wet clothes felt like unwrapping the best present in the world. He felt like he was truly seeing you for the first time. He memorized every detail of your body with his lips, followed by his fingers. Your soft, breathy moans would be emblazoned in his mind for the rest of his life as the most holy of hymns.

He was loathed to be separated from you for any amount of time; but your knees were beginning to ache from kneeling, your position was less than ideal, and the tub was much too small to fit both of you. Begrudgingly, he let you go, only to usher you to your room with a gently wave of his hand.

“Just a moment, Little Lamb. I will follow shortly.” He reassured, his voice syrupy and low. The promises that it held sent a shiver down your spine. You hurried to the room as he directed, eagerly divesting the rest of your clothes as soon as you got the chance to.

He arrived in your room shortly after as he promised. The robe you had given had been unnecessary as he opted to have a towel loosely wrapped around his waist. Even then, that was about to be a frivolous exercise in modesty as he tossed it to the side the moment he saw that you were also nude. In the dim light of your room, the metal cage he so obediently wore glimmered and the familiar feeling of guilt rushed through you.

You beckoned him over to you and you swore he purposefully put a little extra sway in his hips as he approached you. The bed dipped with his added weight and you immediately pulled him into another round of slow, sensual kisses. Now that there were no clothes in the way, you were free to explore his body just as much as he did to you.

It felt like a dream to share your bed with Simeon. You had only fantasized about the possibility of something like this happening. The moment was made more magical knowing he sought you out. He had been with you enough times to know exactly where to touch you in order to draw a moan from the back of your throat. However, there was a sort of intimacy this time around that couldn’t be denied. “Wait… Wait...” you breathlessly put a pause on everything to rummage through the drawer of your night stand.

Pulling out the tiny key to the lock on the cage, you were quick to undo the damned thing and toss it to the side. It had seemed like a great idea at first when Lucifer subtly suggested it, however it had brought nothing but anguish and guilt in the end for you. You were glad to be rid of it, the accursed thing clattered to the ground as you carelessly tossed it to the side before refocusing on the man before you. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long now...”

“And I’ve wanted you for so long.” He replied smoothly, pushing you down onto covers and resuming his ministrations. Having his cock freed from those dreaded confines meant he was free to take you as he wished. His resolve wouldn’t waver, not when he was already forsaken and he was staring love in the face. He felt like he was being reborn every with every second that passed.

Simeon’s knee pressed between your legs and you eagerly spread yourself wider for him. He contemplated for a brief moment the idea of burying his head between your legs and tasting you until you were a shivering mess from his tongue. However, the need to sate himself and lay his claim in you overrode his desire to tease you.

His hands smoothed down your thighs before he hooked your legs around his waist. “I want you. I want you. I want you so much.” He leaned forward to kiss your neck, your chest, your collarbones, your shoulders, everywhere he could get access to before his patience snapped and he finally, blissfully pressed the tip of his cock to your entrance.

Simeon took his time, watching your expression change as every inch of him sank into you. He let out a long, guttural groan when he finally, blissfully, bottomed out inside of you. You were his sun, his moon, his stars. You were all that was good and was divine to him. He would happily desert the kingdom of gods to make you his paradise. Without you, he wouldn’t have fallen. Without you, he had no reason to live.

“Oh God, Simeon.” You whined, your eyelids fluttered as he filled you. You knew he would have taken his time, but you didn’t expect him to slide in so excruciatingly slowly. He made your body feel every ridge and vein of his cock, forcing it to memorize his shape and size, molding your cunt to fit him and only him forevermore.

“There is no God, there’s just me.” He seethed at the mention of the Heavenly Father. “There’s just me and you, and what I’m going to make you feel.”

Simeon was everything you had imagined he would be and more. He was so attentive, sweet and he knew just how to make you moan. His cock hit every spot within you that made you see stars. Though the pace he started off was languid and slow, he was quick to pick up speed when he saw just how positively you reacted to deeper and harder thrusts. It seemed like he effortlessly had you clutching onto the sheets below you and crying out for him.

“Mine.” He growled, slamming his hips into you. “Mine.”

He wouldn’t let anyone else interfere. He had made his decision and he would make sure that you could never desire anyone else ever again. His kisses turned into bites, leaving intents and marks across your body as he laid his claim. He gave everything to be with you and the feeling of being so intimately connected with you was divine.

The way you moaned his name as he railed you was unlike any other. It was his name that fell from your lips. Not some other man, not some unintelligible babbling. You were calling for him every time his cock slid home and filled you to the brim.

His desire to see you dripping with his seed only increased every time you begged him to go harder. Simeon was more than happy to comply with your wishes, letting the sound of skin slapping against skin echo in your room. The smell of sandalwood and oranges was soon overtaken by the scent of sex as you met every one of his thrusts with a roll of your hips.

Sweat plastered his hair to his face, his breath came out in heavy pants and he could feel how close you were to your climax every time you clenched around his length. “Ah, Little Lamb, will you cum for me, soon?” He asked sweetly against your ear.

“Yes, soon.” You confirmed, wrapping your legs around him tightly, urging him to keep going. Finally being filled with him was an absolutely transcendent experience that you wanted to last forever. You were afraid that the moment it was over, he would once again return to holding you politely at arms distance. It all felt like a dream to you and you didn’t want to wake up. “Fuck, Simeon! Ahhh~”

It seemed as though your body had other ideas. With how Simeon rubbed against your inner walls, you couldn’t last for the eternity you wished for. You screamed his name as your climax overtook you, the edges of your vision going white from the intensity of it. Frantically, you pulled him towards you for heated kisses as you rode out the high of your orgasm. Your walls fluttered around his cock, milking him encouraging him to follow you into bliss.

He wasn’t far behind you. The way you pussy hugged him and pulled him even deeper into you was all the encouragement he needed to finish the deed. His pace stuttered and he rammed himself home, once, twice, thrice before holding your hips still as he spilled his load into you.

Outside, the rain storm had turned to snow. A quick, bleary glance over at your window and you could have sworn the big, fluffy flakes looked like thousands of white feathers falling from the skies. Simeon groaned in content and exhaustion, feeling the last vestiges of what divinity he had leave him only to be replaced with an all consuming devotion to you.

He collapsed gracelessly on top of you, unwilling to depart from the warm confines of your pussy as he reveled in the feeling of his fall. You caught him him, cradling him against your chest and waited patiently for him to ride out his own high. “I love you.” he murmured softly, getting up just enough to kiss your forehead softly.

“I’ve wanted to hear you say that for so long.” You admitted, your cheeks warming at the affectionate gesture. “I love you, too.”

“Say it again.” he demanded, kissing your forehead again. “Say it again and again and again. Never stop saying it.”

“I love you.” You reiterated, giggling and rolling over so you were laying on his chest. “I love you, I love you.”

“And I love you, my Angel.”

The descent to Hell was a long one, but as long as you caught him when he Fell, it was worth it.

#Swd Simeon #Shall we Date Simeon #Obey Me Simeon #Simeon x Reader #Obey Me smut #i'm trash you're trash we're all trash #This is it #thank you for reading and all that good sappy stuff

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im so tired dude i want to sleep this was meant to be a two line ask of me asking you what the hell you were on

#reeses✉️#my dearest yussy the sussiest of bakas

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tearsofthemis · 4 years

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Tears of Themis : Chapter 1 “Social Snobbery” Part 17 [End of Chapter 1]

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▌ Location- Zuo Ran’s Office

(Soon after I handed over all the evidence to the prosecutors, the criminal court began to oversee Lu HaiYang’s poisoning case. Thanks to the conclusive evidence they had on the incident, Lu HaiYang was convicted of the crime and incarcerated to start serving his sentence. Fang Yuan’s QingPing Restaurant, was deemed not at fault, and the settlement was excused. Instead, the compensation will become Lu HaiYang’s liability. It was said that during Lu HaiYang’s trial, he exposed many of the illegal business practices at MeiWeiKa, especially employing scare tactics and intimidation toward restaurant owners, and now, MeiWeiKa is under investigation. With that, the launch of the platform’s app was indefinitely delayed, dragging all their investors with it.)

Zuo Ran: “What are you thinking about?”

MC: “...”

(I thought about the case we had just closed, and Fang Yuan’s pained expression would always come to mind. I zoned out hard, and after a long while, I finally noticed that Zuo Ran was trying to get my attention.)

Zuo Ran: “Ahem...”

MC: “Ah, sorry! Lawyer Zuo, were you calling me?”

Zuo Ran: “During the trial, why did you hand over the hidden security footage directly? It’s not your style.”

MC: “Because I know that’s what Mr. Fang would have really wanted me to do. It doesn’t keep Lu HaiYang out of trouble, but this way, it'll really help him reform. If I omitted the footage, Lu HaiYan would have escaped his crimes and never learned. He would only continue to walk down the wrong path, and MeiWeiKa’s wrongdoings wouldn’t have been exposed either.”

Zuo Ran: “Very good, you’re growing up.”

MC: “Are you complimenting me, Lawyer Zuo!”

Zuo Ran: “Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

(Zuo Ran huffed, turned around, and picked up a blue package from his desk.)

Zuo Ran: “Hai O’Sen supplements, were they connected to the case? You said Fang Yuan consumed these?”

MC: “They’re Fang Yuan’s, although they’re not related to the case. It must have been packed with the other evidence.”

(The day we went over to the restaurant, Xia Yan had helped me organize the evidence bags. He must have slipped these in without thinking.)

MC: “I didn’t need to bring these up during the trial, so I dropped them in the case files and haven’t had a chance to tidy it up.”

Zuo Ran: “How are Fang Yuan’s energy levels recently?”

MC: “You… suspect there’s a connection? Xue XinRan said that the doctor’s initial diagnosis was depression. It checks out, after seeing how much Lu HaiYang harassed Fang Yuan. Although, now that the case is resolved, he should have time to recuperate.”

Zuo Ran: “I see…”

(Zuo Ran dwelled on the subject, but then quickly changed topics.)

Zuo Ran: “I have a file that I need to send to a psychologist named Mo Yi. I can’t leave the office for the moment, will you do me a favor and run this over to him? The address is on the box.”

MC: “Mr. Mo Yi…”

(Mo Yi, I’ve heard of his name before. He’s an expert in the psychology field from abroad. It’s said that he specializes in criminal psychology, and has published many papers in the last two years. There’s so many famous universities who would love to have him as a guest lecturer, but no one knows the reason as to why he rejected them all and came to reside permanently in Stellis City.)

MC: “I’ve always wanted to meet Mr. Mo Yi.”

Zuo Ran: “Mo Yi and I are acquainted because of work, not because we’re friends. When speaking with him, watch your actions.”

MC: “I will treat Mr. Mo Yi as I would any other client, rest assured Lawyer Zuo.”

Zuo Ran: “Alright, then I’ll leave it to you. Be careful on the road.”

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▌ Location- PAX Headquarters, CEO’s Office

(At the same time, the PAX office was dense with nervous energy.)

???: “Go on, you were so vocal while making investment decisions, so why are you scared to speak now?”

PAX’s Capital Manager: “Mr. Lu, we weren’t aware that MeiWeiKa’s profits came at the expense of harassing merchants… They kept their operations very secretive. Just because we suspect wrongdoings doesn’t mean we’re able to secure evidence…”

???: “You mean to tell me, the data center PAX invests in is just an ornament - something that I spend billions of dollars a year maintaining? Is it an unworthy marvel of machine learning, or would you dare suggest that it’s an over glorified dictionary?”

PAX’s Capital Manager: “No, no no, that’s not what I mean…”

???: “Haha, not being able to procure evidence… It’s not like I’m forcing you to testify in court. I think you never paid enough attention to the investigation, and neglected taking care of our corporate image. And for social accountability! Even if there didn’t exist illegal business practices, or oppression of their clients, PAX and I will hold them accountable for fabricating negative reviews! So remember this clearly, as long as PAX Group is still owned by the Lu’s, we’ll never stoop to their level!”

PAX’s Capital Manager: “Y-yes sir, I’ll remember it. I’ll go right away and deal with the external affairs manager.”

???: “External affairs manager? No need, just worry about yourself. The PAX Group was passed down to me by my mother, and you have a hand in the way the atmosphere stinks right now. So I’ve heard, MeiWeiKa’s CEO is your relative.”

PAX’s Capital Manager: “Er, t-that, CEO Lu, I-”

???: “Seeing that you’ve been at the company for most of your years, I’ll spare you this once and won’t sue you. You can leave now. Don’t appear in front of PAX or anywhere that I might see you, ever again.”

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《CREDIT》 Translator: @humi-and-co Editor: @hallowsivy 《未定事件簿》Tears of Themis is a 2020 Chinese otome game by 米哈游Mihoyo. All original credits go to 米哈游Mihoyo.

《 VOICE ACTORS 》 Zuo Ran | Zhao Lu: https://weibo.com/mzhaolu

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Ivy: That’s it! We’ve reached the end of Chapter 1~ It took a couple weeks, but it’s done °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° I hope everyone’s enjoying the story so far~ Either of the boys interest you yet? I personally think Chapter 2 and later are even better (mainly cuz the cases are way more interesting - homicides and the such - but also because the main story starts to pick up !! We also get to see the other two boys) so stick around :D

Due to school starting up, I’m getting busy, so updates may be sporadic & I hope you guys can bear with that (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) To be fair, the burden’s on me though haha - Humi’s done translating up to like Chapter 4 _(:3」∠)_ But I try to edit to the best of my ability (if you gotta do something, do it right, amirite) & that means fixing Humi’s 3AM English and sometimes re-translating if it’s truly unbearable.

If anyone wants to help edit, you’re welcome to slide into our DMs though !!! It’d be helpful if you have access to the game (to help take screenshots), but it’s not necessary - just being able to edit Humi’s 3AM English is good enough.

P.S. We’ll be posting bonus content this week for chapter end~! Hope you guys enjoy it ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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utopianvoices · 5 years

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dating au | j.wooyoung

⤗ check my masterlist for other members!

how he acts around you

this boy

oh my fucking god

don’t get me started

acts like a whole ass school boy around you

no, i’m not talking about the kind of school boy that is super shy around their crush

i’m talking about the kind who teases the person they like to no ends

you know that moment you find out this boy’s been bullying you since kindergarten just because he liked you

that’s wooyoung right there

does not know the meaning of maturity when he gets a crush on you

all sane thoughts just fly out the window

he’ll do anything to make sure your attention is on him all the damn time

tbh i’m surprised you don’t end up hating him with the amount he teases you

will trip you when you’re walking by

or just tugs on your hair if he’s walking behind you

is so so annoying

but even while being annoying he’s still so considerate???

makes sure he’s ready to catch you if you really lose your balance when he trips you

and never pulls on your hair to the extent where it hurts

basically all the things he does are just subtext for “pay attention to me because my heart does Things when you’re around”

poor babie (つ﹏<。)

he’s both sweet and annoying

when he’s annoying he’s really annoying

to the extent where you wanna slap him real hard

but when he’s sweet he’s so sweet that all you wanna do is just kiss him right there

what no i didn’t say anything

always replies to your messages immediately

and never misses a call from you if he’s not busy

even if he misses a call, the first thing he does when he checks his phone is to call you back

will listen to anything and everything you have to say

even encourages you to rant to him if you’re feeling down about anything

puts you first for EVERYTHING

honestly i think he even values your life more than his

wooyoung is a very passionate man

so even when he loves, he’s passionate about it

him teasing you is just how he copes with his crush on you

and his own way of saying “please don’t ever forget me.”

how he confesses

one of the ones that have no problem confessing

only after doing some confirmation tests though

when he’s starting to make his mind up to confess to you, his teasing switches up a bit

instead of tripping you or pulling your hair

he teases you in another way

gets really close to you when he’s taking something from behind you

casually puts his arm around your shoulder when you’re watching a movie

just stares at you when you’re trying to do something

the staring wasn’t intentional tho he’s just so smitten he can’t stop looking at you

(◠‿◠✿)

basically just does whatever he can do to get a reaction out of you

when you get flustered and pull away, a bulb just lights up in his head

and his confidence slowly grows

but if you’re really good at controlling yourself

damn y/n you must have some steel conviction

he’ll give up and bribe the members to reveal if you returned his feelings

and he finally got the truth from san after asking nicely just once

by nicely i mean he threatened to put shiber into the washing machine with dye if san didn’t tell him

but yEs, after asking very nicely

he found out that you did return his feelings

and he’s smug af

doesn’t plan anything extravagant

he kinda just drops the bomb on you when you’re eating, out of all the times

and you just kind of start choking because???? you weren’t made to handle these things???

plus you thought that him confessing so casually was pretty hot

anyway

he passes you some water and just gently pats your back

waiting patiently for you to come back to live and give him a big ol’ hug

first date

oOof i imagine y’all having a really simple date

like the dance studio date kind

invites you over to the dance studio and shows you all the new choreos that he made

and you’re just like （☆ω☆*） because dAmn your man looking hot as fuck

THE TYPE TO BE ANNOYING AND DO A SEXY DANCE WHILE STARING AT YOU

you know, just for the laughs

dies laughing when he sees your flustered face

and teases you so much omg

“you really enjoyed that huh?”

“n-nO i didn’t whAt are yOU talking abOut!!?!?!?”

“uh huhhhh whatever you say babe~”

“hhhh i’m bREAKING UP WITH YOU.”

but fr tho you’d take this date over any other date

because just having wooyoung with you was more than enough

uwu

for your meal you’ll just decide to order pizza or something

and sprawl across the floor pigging out

10/10 date right there

i wouldn’t be surprised if he starts a food fight by throwing some fries at you

and you throw some back at him

but you both stop after getting each back because food is precious

and y’all were hungry as heck

good choice

tells you to take a seat at the couch while he clears the place

but you refuse and help him out

and he’s just like *heart eyes*

leave the boy alone he basically just has *heart eyes* for you all the damn time

Whipped™

first kiss

you’re gravely mistaken if you think you’ll be waiting long for this

boy is shameless

and deprived

because he’s been wanting to kiss you for the longest time

so anyway after stuffing your faces till you both couldn’t walk

he suggests to DANCE

?????? hello wooyoung pliz

not everyone is athletic like you ;;

but he leaves you no choice because the next moment he’s pulling you up

and connecting his phone to the speakers and choosing a song

you’re surprised when a soft tune fills the studio

instead of the usual hip hop or r&b tracks

have i mentioned how cheesy he is

will do a 90° bow and say something like “can i have this dance with you, m’lady?”

and you can’t help but giggle at how silly he looked trying to pretend to be posh

but you play along anyway

returning the bow, you offer your hand and he pulls you closer

one of his hand on your waist while your hand rests on his shoulder

and your free hands intertwined

the first few minutes were you both trying insanely difficult ballroom moves

but as time went by, your hands found home around his neck, you fingers playing with the ends of his hair

while his rested on your sides

and you’re just staring at each other while swaying side to side

when he slowly starts to lean in

and you’re like !!! this is it!!!!!

as your eyes flutter shut

but they shoot right open when his nose brushes yours instead

and you’re met with the image of your sneaky boyfriend trying to hold in his laughter

you stare at him for a few seconds trying to process what just happened

and when you finally realise

you start hitting him, complaints flying out of your mouth, while he tries to shield himself from you while laughing

“i cANT BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THAT YOU PIECE OF-”

you’re not even done with your sentence when something soft lands on your lips

who would have guessed

your words die in your throat as he pulls you in closer

and you just kinda melt in his arms

:’)

would have probably continued kissing you if his phone didn’t ring

blasting out his horrible ringtone of “i’m a barbie girl” at full volume

causing the both of you to jump apart at the sudden noise

“you still haven’t changed it?!”

you actually set it as a joke to annoy him and he just never changed it since his phone was on silent most of the time

couple goals amirite

first fight:

it’ll probably stem from his teasing personality

you would have had a really bad day and all you wanted to do was spend some quiet time at home

but i think he wouldn’t really pick up the cue that you weren’t in the mood for his jokes

and will keep joking and playing around

you’d just shoot him a glare, hoping he’ll stop

but boy would be pretty oblivious and just thought you were playing along

until you tell him off with a hard voice

and then he knows he’s in trouble

“wooyoung ffs leave me alone for one second please.”

and he’s just like !!!! fuck!!!!!

he pissed you off when he should’ve been taking care of you

kinda stands around awkwardly after you tell him off, not knowing what to do

and finally just walks off into the room

not even 10 minutes later, the smell of lavender floats through the apartment

and a nervous wooyoung appears

“i-i uh, prepared a bath for you... only if you want though!!”

babie ;-;

and you feel bad, because your boyfriend shouldn’t be feeling cautious around you

so you just push yourself off the couch and walk towards him

giving him a soft kiss and whispering a “thank you” against his lips

and you can actually physically see him relax

his shoulder dropping to their normal stance from their previously tensed state

and he gives you a warm smile

you take a few steps towards the bathroom when you get an idea

“wanna join me?”

and he just stares like :O for a while

before going ;) and scooping you up

walking to the bathroom with you in his arms

i’m just doing myself more damage at this point

favourite things to do together:

did someone say

movie marathons

loves loves LOVES to watch movies with you

especially harry potter!!!

he’ll order a ton of food

and you’ll make some brownies for the both of you

while he sets up the living room to look like a whole ass fort

makes sure NO ONE disturbs him during your movie marathon

and you do the same

you both rewatch all the way from the first to the eighth movie

spending time in between each movie to discuss certain opinions you have

and it’s honestly one of the best times to bond with him

because it really amazes you how deep your talks can get

and the different perspectives you both look at

y'all definitely fall asleep in front of the tv towards the end of the eighth movie

with your head on his shoulder and his atop yours

hands intertwined and resting on his lap

the sore body you attain the next day due to your uncomfortable positions is totally worth it though

because you’d do it again, with no hesitation

general affection:

can we take some time to mourn for your innocence

big rip

I’M JOKING

or am i

hhhhh

one of the skinship kings

will get withdrawal symptoms if he’s not touching you

does NOT care if the members are around

will shamelessly pull you in for a kiss

and honestly only the members are on the losing side because they could have gone their whole life without seeing you two make out

right in front their salads tSk

loves to sit you on his lap

whether you’re in a car

on the couch

or wherever possible

just wants to show off his strong thighs

although you sitting in his lap often leads to other problems......

and he’ll make sure you solve his problems

aHEM

if you kiss him for more than three seconds

you bet he’s gonna turn it into a make out session

so if you have things to do, avoid putting your lips anywhere near his

will whine if you tease him

like.... really Whine

and the only way you’re shutting him up is by kissing him

if your make out sessions start to get Wild

his movement just gets very urgent

pushes you to the nearest wall or whatever hard surface there is

and puts his hands on either side of you

essentially meaning that you’re not escaping him soon

and this, 9/10 times leads to something more

sO.... buckle up

might be a bit rough when he’s in the mood

so you’ll have to take the lead to slow things down

only if you want though...... everyone has their preferences ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

basically, with this boy?

you’re gonna have to prepare yourself to be attacked 24/7 because it’s not in him to stop showering you with love and attention

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #jung wooyoung imagines #jung wooyoung scenarios #jung wooyoung #dating au series #dee scribbles #i might as well rename general affections to making out with wy #sorry not sorry #:D

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Okita's Route Part 2: Still on Kyoto Winds because I didn't realise that I'd ramble so much

Predictably, I'm enjoying Okita's route a lot more than Kazama's. Also, I'm skipping a lot less than when I played Kazama and Iba's routes, which makes a lot of sense because Okita is actually in the Shinsengumi and, therefore, gets a lot of screen time. So far, he acts like an asshole but this isn't backed up by his actions. Apart from the casual child cruelty X_X

Chapter, uh, 3? I think...

I feel like Hijikata sticking up for Sanan is just making things worse X_X . Saying that he's not useless because he's a swordsman is just plain wrong. It makes it seem like he's just saying it out of pity. I'm sure that Sanan has plenty to contribute, besides slicing people up.

"Sanan is quite the beloved member here, isn't he? It's nice to see such a tight-knit group." -_- Itou is such a master of shade. Gently implying that they only keep Sanan around because of their relationship. You evil bitch X_X

"Ugh, who brought those bastards into the Shinsengumi?" RIGHT?! Glad to see that Okita's not blindly following Kondou's lead here.

"He is easily deceived by silver tongues, those who appear virtuous... but are real scumbags." As the great Roisin Conaty once said: "Charming is just lube for evil." However, this is kind of backing up what those asshole kids were saying earlier about Kondou being an idiot X_X

SNOOP SNOOP 👀

AH! OKITA CAUGHT ME TALKING TO MYSELF! AGAIN X_X

"Trying to run away behind our backs." -_- You know that's not true.

"Heh, I'm just messing with you." No shit. "I mean, unless you were escaping, then I'll slit your throat." -_- You just couldn't resist the opportunity to throw out another casual death threat, could you?

Is he worried about my safety? I KNOW YOU'RE TRYING TO BE FLIPPANT BUT I SEE THROUGH YOU.

"Good girl." -_-

"It sounded like something out of a fairy tale." Oooooooooh hooooooneeeey... Have you not been paying attention?!

Welp, Okita told me to scream so... AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Oh, apparently, not that... OKITAAAAA! Bet he loved that.

"Aaaaaaaaaaagh!" Everyone, please stop screaming.

Ngl, Sanan looks good with white hair.

Apparently, Okita likes hearing me screaming his name... Good to know...

"Don't worry your little head. It would be my pleasure to help you die." O_O ... Isn't that a little hasty!?!

"You're not serious, are you?" HONEY X_X

"It's really annoying, you know. You think you're part of the Shinsengumi?" </3 Ouch X_X You're the ones who took me prisoner, y'know? However, Chizuru does often act like she's the only one who cares about the Shinsengumi members, which must be annoying af.

"We only keep you alive because you're useful. You are NOT one of us." Uh... Thanks for calling me useful? But is that seriously your attitude? Anyone who's not useful to you should just die? -_-

"His words shattered my already breaking heart." Aw! </3 Poor Chizuru bae!

"Seriously... You can really be a pain, you know that?" RIGHT. BACK. AT. YOU.

"It'd be easier to just kill you," Broken record much?

"Had their last thoughts as men been hope they might survive the madness? It sounded horrible..." YUUUP.

"Sano! Make something up!" Definite DnD vibes again! When you make the low charisma character roll deception X_X

"You're a miserable actor. Keep your mouth shut." I'm sure that this exchange won't seem suspect at all X_X

"Oh, Sanan... Who cares what you are? You're alive!" Bless Kondou's pure and simple heart :')

"Yukimura, you go back to your room. I know you didn't sleep much." Why am I the only person in this game who requires sleep? -_- Just a trend I've noticed...

"*Cough* *Cough*" O_O OKITA, ARE YOU OKAY!??? O_O

"You owe us a lil' booze! Or maybe even, heh, a little... company?" WHERE'S OKITA'S MURDEROUS INSTINCT WHEN YOU NEED IT!?!?

"Suddenly I felt a hand on my arm." BWOOOOOOAAAARP!!! PHYSICAL CONTACT ALARM!!!

"Calm down, kid." ... NO. I HAVEN'T BEEN TOUCHED IN MONTHS.

"Hey hey hey! Looks like she's got the hots for you, Souji!" Oh Heisuke X_X

"No matter what, I won't buy Ishida Medical Powder." XD Got to admire Okita for staying true to his convictions :')

"I'm using the hell out of you" O_o Calm down, Hijikata X_X

Guess I'm going to have to put stalking Okita on hold for now...

Harada and Shiranui should just kiss already.

""Huh? Chizuru?" Okita looked up from cleaning his sword as I entered the hall." OH, HE WAS POLISHING HIS SWORD, EH? ;P YES, I AM TWELVE. Tbf, his face really does look like he's been caught in the act...

"Oh shut up, will you? It's all your fault. The medicine you gave me totally doesn't w..." >:( I'm hoping that the reason that sentence trails off is because I give him a verbal smack down!!

"*Cough* *Cough*" O_O WELL, I GUESS NOW I CAN'T CALL HIM A CUNT!

BLOOD O_O

"It's nothing." ... BOI!!

This game is totally a forcing-stubborn-men-to-rest simulator X_X

"I'd been given instructions to stay away" from the physical examinations but ho's gotta ho', amirite?!

"Oh my... So you WANT to see those savages? What peculiar taste..." Itou, don't call me out like this. Although, I still feel like we should respect their privacy X_X

"Oh! Oh..." ALRIGHT, YOU THIRSTY BITCH, CALM DOWN.

*Camera zooms in on Nagakura's tiddies* -_-

"Your body's fine, Shin." - Heisuke.

"Don't you wanna order a slice of this beef cake? I got two meaty servings on a plate, right here." Aaaaaagh! X_X My eeeeyyyeees.... Can't... un-read... sentence... please... fetch.... brain... bleach...

"A medical exam is for finding problems, not showing off. Now move." PREACH, SAITO!!!

"I feel like it's rude to intrude..." AND YET HERE WE ARE X_X

"It grants immortality" ??? Except for the part where you turn to ash???

"You're forcing your body in ways the eyes can't see." LISTEN TO THE DOCTOR, GUYS!!!

Everyone's just... RIPPING Takeda to shreds XD

"I'm scared shitless, believe me." :'( Poor Okita

No smart comments here... this is just really sad :'(

He's seen me? It's been nice knowing y'all...

Finally, Chizuru calls out Okita for threatening to kill her so much.

"Desist, you hooligans!" Sen is such a Queen! I want a Sen route!

Chizuru and Sen standing up to these arseholes is giving me LIFE! :') PREACH, GIRLS, PREACH!!!

"What were you going to do if they hurt you gravely?" Regenerate, biatch! >:)

"C'mon, was she that pretty?" UM, YES. But I think that she gives off too much of a domme vibe to be Okita's type :P

Chizuru is getting VERY distracted by Okita's hair. You know those scenes in movies where the woman takes down her hair and it's all slow motion and super sexy? This series has a lot of that. Plus when they get their Western makeovers :')

"That's funny... You don't LOOK like an especially nosy, hand-wringing version of my mother." XD I mean, -_- That totally wasn't hilarious.

"I grabbed his towel and began to scrub his head." ... We totally are his mother X_X

"I feel like I remember a time when you were nice and quiet..." NOT ANYMORE, BITCH! AND NOW, I'M ARMED WITH A TOWEL >:)

"You're really good with your hands." O_o ... What?

"You tied your hair up so quickly..." Why don't you show me what else you can do with them? ;)

Now he wants to know what I think of his hair? :/

OMG, HE'S TRYING TO COPY KONDOU'S HAIR XD I HAVE NO WORDS (for once)

Oh, you're surprised that I kept my promise? I'll have you know that I am an honourable woman, good sir! >:/

But Chizuru's claiming to only have done it out of fear of being sliced and diced? :/Uh, sure?

Chapter 4:

"They're small potatoes." This game has some excellent phrases in it X_X

Itou wanting to change the Shinsengumi uniform because it's not "fashionable" enough is the kind of genius that I'd expect from this game's most relatable character :') Although, I personally think that the blue uniforms are pretty <3

Awe, Chizuru thinks that Okita's joking about killing Itou :')

Kaoru just VERY BLATANTLY giving away that he was involved in the notice board incident X_X

:O I'm slightly jealous to discover that Okita's casual death threats aren't just reserved for me!

I get the sense that Okita knows that Kaoru's a boy but I'm sure that it wouldn't stop him if Kaoru was really a girl. Hooray for gender equality!

"I felt embarrassed for even doubting her for a second," O_e SERIOUSLY??!??

We're just going to let him go now!?!

Now Okita's having a coughing fit D: It was so stupid to run off and make him come after us :(

"What if she had accomplices nearby" GOOD. POINT. Chizuru would be so easy to lure into a trap X_X

"Without me around, you're just a useless kid." But I have a great personality! So, together, we almost make one complete, functioning adult :)

"Stop being so timid." I wish that I had that power :'(

"You can rely on us when you need to." Aweee! ^_^

"even compared to the weakest Shinsengumi foot soldier, I was pathetic." HEY. STOP THAT. WHAT DID I SAY? GREAT. PERSONALITY.

"Did you need something?" "Blood." O_O AH. Well, at least he doesn't beat about the bush! O_O

"What the hell? That's a little cold of you, having that pass for a good-bye, isn't it?" YEAH! :'( MIKI IS RIGHT! </3 :(

"Saburo. Watch your mouth." I'm sure that Miki is sad when Itou dies but 90% of their interactions are Itou telling Miki to shut up. X_X

"Is... Is that okay?" NO. IT IS NOT OKAY. SAITO AND HEISUKE ARE LEAVING, ALONG WITH LITTLE PIECES OF MY HEART. D'X

"would that mean I could never see them again?" *sobs*

"We're going to keep relations amicable between our two organisations." AHAHAHAHAHA HA.

"Okita...?" "... Hm? Damn." Uh, nice to see you, too?

"Next time we run into 'em, we'll probably have to kill each other." O_O Don't be so flippant, you ass :'(

"Swords don't think" damn, I didn't realise that you were sword-kin. Everyone thinks and has feelings. I'm sure that no power could convince Okita to kill Kondou.

"Takeda also left" and not one single fuck was given. :')

Just going to ignore Okita making fun of my "bed head" -_-

"I've come to take you" orly? ;)

"Look, lady, you're not part of the Shinsengumi, so I'd appreciate it if you could keep your nose out of our business." So, now that it's convenient for you, I'm part of the Shinsengumi? -_- I still haven't forgotten what you said before, asshole >:( Remember? HEART = BROKEN.

Sen knows that I'm a SLUT ^_^

"I can't tell if you have guts, or if you've got rocks for brains..." It must be the latter if I'm staying because of you XP

*Terrible decision immediately has lethal consequences*

LEMME GO! >:(

See Kazama post for my COLOURFUL feelings on this cunt >:(

Kondou can be so badass when he wants to be :')

Why... Hello there ;)

"Gotta admit, I didn't figure you for this type of girl." Then you haven't been paying attention ;P

Oh yeah: BWWWWWAAAAAAAARRRRP!!! PHYSICAL CONTACT ALARM!!! And then some X_X

"Didn't think I'd be getting pushed down into bed tonight, least of all by you." Oh yeah? Who else did you have in mind? Kondou? -_-

"Oh no! No no no!" Chizuru, we know you're thirsty and it's okay! Embrace the thot within! :')

"Tell me... How is it? On top of me. Does it feel good?" PLEASE SAY YES, PLEASE SAY YES, PLEASE SAY YES!

"I hadn't realised I was still on top of him." Uh-huh. Sure. And what a terrible shame that was.

"If I go out, Kondou will get mad at me." And then no more bum fun :( (me@me: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!??! me: XD Sorry)

"Okita's eyes shone with admiration for Kondou." X_X The fanfiction writes itself...

Just to be clear, I think it's pretty gross to ship people with their guardians, even if they're both adults at the time, because that's called GROOMING.

"He isn't going to need the Water of Life. I'll make sure of that." ... How, Hijikata?! He's literally DYING of tuberculosis!

And now he's not eating :'(

"I just don't want to. Is that really a problem?" Yes, because you'll starve to death.

"Hm, you are a doctor's daughter... Maybe you just can't leave a sick guy alone?" Or maybe I just don't want YOU to die, ass >:'(

I WILL MAKE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST EAT IT!!! Ooooooh! He's blushing :O

He doesn't like bitter stuff but wants me to put grated radish in his porridge? O_o Well, I'm glad that he's cooperating :D

"I'm only going to eat it if it's delicious." Well, if you don't like it, I'll try again! :D

"Don't think I've given up or something." Okay D': <3

EAT THE FOOD, OKITA >:D

"It makes me feel good..." Hooray ^_^

"Could you keep me company for a while?" :O Okey! :)

"What would I talk about?" HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND...

"He wasn't afraid to die," um, weren't you eavesdropping on his conversation with the doctor? -_-

"I want to help... But I'm getting weaker every day." Of course you do :'( This is more heartbreaking than him saying that you're not part of the Shinsengumi and just annoying DX

Maybe tell him that everybody likes having him around and that the Shinsengumi is where he belongs? Or, we could just leave him to wallow in misery... I guess that works, too X_X

"I couldn't see someone like Okita succumbing to a mere disease." ... Why, exactly? Is he supposed to fight it off with his sword or persuade it to fuck off with the force of his personality?

"He'll be fine. Right...?" NOOOPE.

SAITO 😍 I mean, uh, whatever... Totally not bothered at all...

WAIT, HOLD ON: SPY-TO. Yes, thank you. I am a genius :3

Finally murdering Itou for realskies! :')

I get that Hijikata and everyone are trying to look out for Okita but he's terminally ill. Keeping him out of the action is only going to keep him miserable until his inevitable demise. :'(

"Saito'll be here for a few days, so you'll have someone to play with." -_- Bit patronising, Hijikata X_X

Kazama being his usual, charming self X_X

Let's go find Okita and... Tell him to go back to bed? Okay...

What the fuck!?!! Kaoru!?!!

Do we ever get a decent explanation for why Kaoru was sent to live with some abusive fucks?

Kaoru... Why are you so short? I bet you were malnourished X_X

Okita's just watching this unfold, chomping on imaginary popcorn...

"Do you just plan to use her, like Kazama does?" O_o... I fucking hope not, because that would be INCEST!!!

"... No," OH, THANK GOD.

"What would you have done if I'd said yes?" Ugh, you said no already! Can we please move this conversation in a less incestuous direction X_X

"... No. You're free to take her." OKITA!!! HE'S MY BROTHER X_X Not that I'm expecting you to leap to my defense but this conversation is WEIRD as FUCK.

:O The Ochimizu! Is Kaoru trying to help Okita?! Misguidedly, but still.

"But... if their plan is to simply use my dear sister as some sort of demonic broodmare... I can't allow that to happen." ... Kaoru... :'O That's... Actually really sweet XO This is the first time that someone who claims to be part of my family has actually looked out for me :')

Oh, so Kaoru wants to use Okita to protect me from Kazama! I have a feeling that he's going to be disappointed if he thinks that Okita will do what he tells him to but I appreciate the gesture :')

"Please don't do anything that would hurt Kondou so, Okita." Ugh, even as he lies dying, he's supposed to be worrying about upsetting other people? >:(

"Okita the Fury; Okita the beast." X_X Bit harsh but okay.

"He had traded away his soul." Um, since when? XD

"Happy now, Kaoru Naguno?" "Yes I am." ... Fair.

"... For falling into my trap." Wait, what?!? O_O

"I'm happy I got to make my sister suffer." Kaoru, why? D': WE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA-AAA-AAALLL!!! DX

I'm glad that Kaoru did away with the Nagumo fuckers >:( But still, why take it out on me?!

Even dressed as a boy, Kaoru still looks prettier than Chizuru...

*Sigh* looks like I'm being choked, as usual X_X

I feel like Kaoru could easily have given Okita something much worse than the Ochimizu if he REALLY wanted to make me suffer.

"I'd run out of things to say." X_X Again?!

"This was my decision and I don't regret it." That is good to know :)

"You shouldn't get involved with a guy like me." Oh, here we go X_X

"That came out of nowhere," Too right!

"No" uh, does that mean "no, I won't get involved with you" or "no, I won't do as you say"???

Uh, is he crying?! "Hey! You can't just act like you're sick when you want something!" XD What the actual fuck is happening right now???

"I'm dead" ... Uh... Really? Because... You seem very much alive...

"I don't think Kondou wants you around just because he wants you to do things for him." FINALLY, some sense!

Aaaand, apparently, it's earned me The Unblinking Stare of Doom >:(

"Do you mind not trying to speak for Kondou." Do you mind not assuming that he's so much of an asshole that he'd kick you out just because you're inactive during the day?! >:(

"It's not like you're capable of knowing exactly how Kondou truly feels." YES, YUKIMURA!!! GET HIM!! >:D

"Do you think Kondou would still need me... Even if I can't hold a sword anymore?" YES.

"You're right." I know :3

"I'm just jealous of you, Okita, that you have someone like Kondou by your side." Yeah. >:'( Fuck you, Kaoru, fuck you, Kodo :'(

"Oh yeah, huh... I totally forgot." Ffs, Okita XD

"They just happened to be there when you were born, you know?" Yeah! >:( And they can all go to hell!

"Somehow, my chin had acquired something of an arrogant tilt" yaaaas! You live your best life, girl! Let go of the haters, cut out the negativity! Stick it to 'em!

Chapter 5:

"How dangerous could foreign weapons be?" Oh, my sweet, Summer Sanan X_X

"Why are you going on night rounds with us?" ... Wait, what?! Why am I going on night rounds?

AS IF putting myself in danger is going to help Okita in any way X_X

DAMN, KONDOU... Nice, uh, blood you're accessorising with, there. O_O MEDIC!!!

"Lucky for us, they're idiots." Hooraaaay!

Okita's not going to be happy when he sees this...

Speak of the devil...

HIJIKATA, STOP BEATING ABOUT THE BUSH.

"I thought for a moment that Okita was going to grab Hijikata and shake him." :O :D Please yes!

Okita is suuuuuper keen to blame Hijikata for this -_-

"If he dies, it's your ass in the fire, Hijikata." Another excellent image but this pointless conversation has gone on for too long X_X

"I will find you, no matter where you may be, and I will kill you." O_O OKITA!! I THOUGHT THAT YOU SAID YOU WERE CALM!!! Bloody hell X_X

Oh no... What has Okita done now X_X

Killing spree, mad science, aggressive interrogation, Hijikata murder? The possibilities are endless with this stabby boi.

Where exactly am I running to? "I had finally found him." HOW?! With the power of love?! O_o

Looks like "Killing spree" it is X_X

"I'm about to murder you." Ffs Souji X_X

"I'm just doing my job." OH YEAH?!? THEN WHY DID YOU FEEL THE NEED TO GO BEHIND EVERYONE'S BACKS, HUH?!

"What's wrong with me doing what I'm doing?" Yeah, what's wrong with sadistically slaughtering a bunch of virtually defenceless men as they attempt to retreat?! -_-

"I just killed people, no matter who it was, as long as it was what Kondou wanted." *Sigh* Kondou's not going to be around for ever, you know? X_X Maybe TRY think about why your doing what you're doing. Maybe learn from Kondou's example?

"Do not ever act out and worry the chief like that again." XD You tell him, Saito!

"Idiots." XD Hijikata

"I didn't wake up until evening had arrived." Oh look, it's me :)

OH, FUCK. That looked like a Kaoru silhouette :O

Why do they keep saying that Kaoru "tricked" Okita into drinking the Water of Life?! Kaoru offered it and Okita drank it. No trickery here!

"They wanted to avenge Itou. You remember him? The man you deceived and murdered?" XD Can't argue with that :')

"shoot the weaker target first." UGH. Why do I always get SHOT!?!

"Call me what you want." Oh, I intend to 3:)

Omg, I didn't get shot! :O BECAUSE OKITA USED HIMSELF AS A HUMAN SHIELD O_O ... BUT WHY?!??

NO, DON'T CHECK UP ON ME! WE NEED TO MOVE BEFORE WE GET SHOT AT AGAIN!!!

Oh no! O_O Doesn't look like he'll be moving any time soon O_O

"Okita! Okitaaaaa!" O_O

"It kills me to see you hurt, just as much as it kills you to see Kondou hurt!" O: <3 :'(

"What an idiot.. " No, Kaoru! You're the idiot! Because you will never be happy while you continue down this sadistic, evil path, wasting your own life trying to destroy someone else's and refusing to let go of your spiteful jealousy >:( At least Okita's risking his life for something good.

"The more despair and anger you feel, the more you look like me." ... Silver linings! :)

D: Did they use silver bullets?! :O

Wait, when did Yamazaki get wounded?! :O

Bless Hijikata for letting me stay with my crush XD

Final Chapter:

Yamazaki is fine :D Hooray!

"They need men, so we need to go now..." Uh... Then why aren't you dressed? X_X

"... I want you to remain calm as I tell you this." That is... NOT AN ENCOURAGING WAY TO START A CONVERSATION O_O

D': Inoue has fallen. :'( It hurts every time DX

Aw, he looks really sad :'( and no wonder...

"as soon as we arrive, I'm gonna swing my sword at anyone and everyone." Uh... That's the spirit X_X

ONWARDS TO EDO

#hakuoki #hakuouki #okita #okita souji #Kyoto Winds #salt #otome adventures

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 5 years

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Oblivion

Part Six: Nothing’s Real

A/N: Time, amirite?

Warnings: language, mentions of drug use, suicide and death

Word Count: 3,410

Logan fastened his cufflinks with trembling fingers. The shakes were nothing new to him; common withdrawal symptom, right up there with dehydration via sweat, blinding migraines and body aches that spread like wildfire. He’d gotten good enough at functioning through the come down so that he’d still be able to do the things that were expected of him; shake hands, make deals, show up at the right events and don’t embarrass the family name. He knew enough to always have dark sunglasses handy to hide the circles under his eyes, a stark contrast to his ashen complexion. He knew what colors and patterns to wear to hide the sudden and sometimes dramatic weight loss, knew to always wear long sleeves, even in the summer. Logan knew how to deal with every aspect of withdrawal from a multitude of substances. But fighting the withdrawal from you, from your presence in his life, your breath on his skin, your hair splayed across his chest...from the way that you wanted him for who he was and not who he was related to… from the way that you made him happier and more hopeful than he’d ever been with just a few hits… this was a whole new minefield and he had no clue where to step.

He stood in front of the mirror and a hollow version of himself stared back. His usually striking, deep obsidian eyes looked more like shallow gray puddles, no life, no spark in them at all. No matter how he tried he knew nothing could ignite them, not today, so he finished with his cufflinks and pulled his sunglasses from his breast pocket. Sliding them onto his face, eclipsing his prominent cheekbones, he dragged one hand down over his mouth. It’s not real, he tried to tell himself again, remembering your last words to him. It’s not real, it’s just for show. It worked about as well as splashing cold water on his face- not at all. He shoved his still shaking hands into his pockets and stepped out of his room, heading downstairs to the foyer.

Before reaching the staircase, a door opened to his left and his sister appeared wearing a long green dress, her hair painstakingly arranged and her makeup meticulously applied. As soon as her eyes landed on Logan, though, her beautifully painted face fell and the all too familiar ache of seeing her brother in pain tore through her heart. She knew he wasn’t using again, knew that this was because of what was happening that day, and in an odd way that almost hurt more; she’d seen how hopeful he’d been only a few weeks before, and the juxtaposition was jarring. He looks like shit, she thought to herself as she reached out to place a hand on his arm. “Logan, it’s going to be okay, you know that, right?” She could tell that he didn’t.

“Yeah, Jul...I know…” his voice was thin and raspy and he didn’t sound like himself at all.

Juliet squeezed his arm and tentatively reached up to remove his glasses, hoping that he’d try to stop her, hoping that he’d give her attitude and tell her to leave it alone. She’d hoped he’d snap out of it and tell her off for being annoying. But he didn't. He let her take the glasses from his face, and when she saw his eyes her heart sank further. “Oh, Logan,” she breathed, slipping her arms around him as he stood motionless.

“I promised her.” She’d never heard him sound so broken and it scared her more than ever. “I promised her I’d take her away from that island…” What the hell is he talking about? He was babbling, not making sense to her. “I failed her, Jul…”

Juliet winced on the word failed, knowing what that word meant to her brother, knowing what that word did to him. “No,” she said firmly. “No, you didn’t. It’s still going to work, Logan. You trust me, right?” She looked up at him, releasing him from the one-sided embrace.

“I…” he sighed. “Yeah. I trust you.” He had to. Juliet was the only one who’d always been there for him, the one person who'd ever believed in him… before you. “I just…” he flinched before continuing. “I didn’t want her to have to…” something broke in him then, and it came as a relief to Juliet; anything, any emotion at all was better than the delirium. “It’s so fucked, Jul. This guy… he’s going to...tonight, he’s going to be her husband and then…fuck...I just… I thought we’d have more time before this fucking wedding…” His voice cracked and he sniffed, wrinkling his nose and looking away. Juliet handed him back his sunglasses.

“I know,” she said quickly, the sound of footsteps in the foyer below echoing up the spiraling staircase, indicating that William and their father were waiting for them. “You just have to stay strong, just a little while longer, okay? Can you do that, Logan?” He didn’t answer, just looked down at her with eyes so full of pain it made her stomach churn. She wanted him to be able to stay strong for himself, but in desperation she’d settle for anything that would get him through it. “She needs you to be strong. Can you do that for her?”

She could see something flicker in his eyes, finally, as he answered. “For her.” Just two words, but there was a little more conviction, a little more life in his response.

She nodded, blowing a breath out. “Okay, good. And I’m going to be there the whole time. Right there with you, Okay?” He nodded. “Okay. Let’s get it over with.”

. . . . . . . .

It’s not real, it’s just for show. It’s not real, it’s just for show. It’s not real… You repeated the words over and over, more like an incantation than a mantra, as if they contained the power to stop what was happening.

You sat at the vanity in the bridal suite, not caring if you wrinkled your dress. It felt like a straight jacket, like a cage. Your arms were encased in lace, elegant restraints, reminding you that you were trapped, at least in certain terms. In certain final, life altering terms. In certain final, life altering and unimaginable terms. You ran one finger over your bottom lip, the blood red stain staying true to its advertisement and not rubbing off. In a matter of moments your lips would be expected to make a very public performance, sealing your fate as Erik’s wife. You cringed at the thought, reaching up to your hair to pluck the vintage comb from your curls. You swallowed, hard, as your trembling fingers ran over the pointed tips of the comb. You pulled up your lace sleeve. You'd have to dig, but you could make it work…

“Please don’t… don’t do this… please, just hold on.”

Logan’s words of encouragement, his plea for you to hold on, his kiss to your wrist and his eyes in the moonlight made you drop the comb. It clattered to the vanity, one of the diamonds coming loose from its setting. Diamonds aren’t forever, you thought, your throat going dry and tightening. But the way Logan made you feel was, the way you felt when he looked at you, when he touched you. Your chest shook with your shuddering sobs, but your tears had gone dry. Crying wouldn’t help you now anyway, couldn’t do anything to change the fact that you were swearing yourself to Erik. That you were swearing yourself to Erik and that Logan would have to watch. “I’m sorry,” you whispered into the mirror, imagining that he could hear you. “I’m sorry Logan… I love you.”

. . . . . . . .

“It’s not real, it’s just for show,” you’d told him the last time you’d seen him, as he held you while tears ran down your cheeks. The train was approaching the station, and you were running out of time. “When the wedding happens,” your fingers were tangled in the hair at the base of his neck. “It won’t be real, you know that, right?” You’d felt his chest go hollow as he took slow, painful breaths and it killed you to know that it was hurting him this much; that there was nothing you could do to ease it because you were part of the cause. Gulping down your tears, you’d kissed the corners of his eyes, the rounded crest of his cheek, his jawline. Letting your lips trail soft little promises, you felt him tighten his grip on you. “It’ll always be you, Logan, it’ll always be you…”

“Always,” he echoed, barely audible as his throat constricted. “This… this is real… this will always be…” he buried his nose in your hair, trying to commit the feeling to memory, inhaling deeply- pairing senses strengthened memory retention- the smell of your hair and the way it tickled his nose as he breathed; the brilliance of your smile and the way it changed the sound of your voice; the taste of your kiss as you lit every cell in his body on fire.

You knew he believed you, knew he felt the same way about you. Everything between the two of you had happened so quickly, but so simply. Falling for Logan, feeling your heart call for his, it was the simplest thing in the world, because every time your eyes met, you felt his heart calling back. He didn’t erase all of the pain in your past, and you couldn’t undo the damage that had been inflicted upon him either. But you were both able to look past all of that and see more than just the deadbeat junkie or the depressed, poor little rich girl. You felt alive when you were with him, and you didn’t want to live without him. “I’m so scared, Logan… I’m scared of what he’ll do… he’s kept his word so far but…” You shuddered, thinking back to one particular trip to the park, the time when you and Logan had run from the blonde Host that Erik had had re-tasked to keep an eye on you.

. . . . . . . .

The two of you had made it to the chapel, to your safe haven, and you’d spent the entirety of your three days there. But that time, when you’d left, you boarded the train together. “I’m not letting you face this alone,” Logan told you, his forehead pressed to yours, one hand cradling the back of your head. You’d nodded, knowing that the jig was up, that you’d get back to Erik and your father and that you’d have to deal with the consequences. His fingers wrapped securely around yours, reaffirming his commitment to being there with you, you headed for your seat. But you froze when you got there, the air going stale in your lungs, Logan’s eyes going wide and his mouth dropping open as he flexed his hand tightly around yours. Oh, shit.

Erik sat in your seat, his boots kicked up on the bench across from him. From under the brim of a black wool hat, his voice slithered out and he gestured with his arms spread in a welcoming manner. “Howdy, darling. Why don’t you love birds join me?”

You took a shuddering breath and Logan squeezed your hand again. “It’s okay,” he whispered to you, sitting across from your fiancé and pulling you along with him. You sat close, pressing you knee against his, needing as much contact with him as possible, needing the safety, the security that his presence provided.

Erik let out a derisive snort as he dropped his feet to the floor, his boot heels clunking loudly. “Is it, Logan? Is it okay?” You felt Logan seething next to you, but he said nothing. Erik sat forward, tipping his hat back and resting his elbows on his knees. He pressed his fingertips together before pointing at you. “Here’s the thing, honey. I’ve known all about your little game since you met Cowboy, here.” He shifted his gaze to Logan. “I know about the night at the gala…about your rendezvous on the balcony.” You felt your blood run cold, frigid. You didn’t dare breathe, no matter how your lungs begged you to. “Now, darling, you know I don’t give a shit about who or what you fuck- never have, never will. But,” he laughed and it made you nauseous. “Then you went and set your sights so goddamn high,” he indicated Logan. “And, well, I couldn’t let you ruin this for me if this thing had blown up before the merger went through.” He flicked a finger back and forth between you and Logan. Other people were boarding the train, but Erik kept talking. “So I enlisted some help, to keep track of you two.”

“Why, Erik?” Your hiss came from trembling lips. You were frightened and furious and it was making you dizzy.

“Because, sweetheart, if this little escapade of yours gets anywhere near the news, even as much as a rumor, if anyone finds out about this? I’ll show your father all the evidence my beautiful friend collected, and you’ll be off to France with your fucked up mother faster than you can say au revoir.” He grinned and turned to Logan. “So you wanna keep fucking my fiancé? Go right the fuck ahead. But this gets out and she’s gone.”

“Fuck you, asshole,” Logan growled in a low, dangerous rumble.

Erik laughed again, cruelty and greed flashing in his eyes.

Hatred and desperation mixed with absolute terror as you spat venom with your tone, like a threatened viper. “You can’t send me to France, Erik, you need me here to-“

“Darling, I only need you until after the wedding.” He stood and exited the row of seats. “You two get one more month… ah you know what? I’m feeling generous, so we’ll make it two.” He grabbed Logan’s attention with his gaze. “You know what it’s like to fuck another man’s fiance. Let’s let you see what it’s like to fuck another man’s wife, too. Only fair you two get a honeymoon… well, after our honeymoon, darling.” He tipped his hat. “I’m gonna go do some shootin’ and shit. You two have a nice ride, now.” With that he'd left the train, and you’d collapsed, breaths coming back to you in short and shallow bursts, Logan’s muttered “it’s okay,” in your ear as his arms wound around you. “It’s okay, I promise.”

. . . . . . .

Wrapped in the blue blanket you’d stashed in your sanctuary, your bodies entwined, you confessed your fear again. “I’m scared, Logan.”

He kissed your forehead and you felt his lips linger. “I know,” he answered. “I know, I am too.” He was. He knew that Erik and Alan pulled your strings just as much as his father pulled his, and if they sent you away he’d have a hell of a time getting to you again. They’d make sure of it. He knew you needed his support, his assurance now more than ever, though, and as battered as he felt, he found it in him to be strong for you. He dug deep and found that small seed of hope that you’d planted in him that very first night, when he held you as he slept. “But we have a plan. We have Juliet…” he stroked his fingers down your side. “We’ll make it, I promise...maybe even before the wedding…”

But the wedding had been moved up- the next time you’d be alone with Logan in the park… you’d be married.

. . . . . . .

It’s not real, it’s just for show, he told himself as your father walked you down the aisle. He saw the way you were shaking, just like he was, and his heart plummeted. He could handle the abuse, but he couldn’t handle watching you take it.

It’s not real, it’s just for show, you repeated in your head as you found him in the crowd, tears falling behind your veil. He looked gone, vacant, but you still felt him, felt your heart calling and his, quietly, responding. Hold on, Logan...

. . . . . . .

Vows that were lies. Gut wrenchingly forced smiles. Erik’s arm around you as too many people filed by to congratulate you. You watched Logan slip past the receiving line and head to the bar, and you were thankful that you wouldn’t be forced to smile at him while Erik leeched your light. There were toasts and obligatory dances, and while Erik toted his mother around the floor, you watched Logan knock back another drink, wincing as his hair fell in his eyes.

Once the formalities were through, and the champagne was free flowing, you found yourself alone at your table. You’d been lost in your thoughts and didn’t realize when your father and Er- your husband had left. You hadn’t noticed anything that had happened around you since you watched that lock of Logan’s hair fall out of place. A familiar click of high heeled shoes made you jump, raising your eyes, blinking up at Juliet Delos. She crouched beside you swiftly. “They’re all smoking their fucking cigars right now,” she rolled her soft brown eyes before placing her hand over yours on the table, dropping her voice. “Please… please go to him… I’ll keep them distracted for as long as I can.” She rose just as swiftly, and sauntered off towards the cigar lounge.

“Go to him,” she’d said, throwing her eyes toward the balcony doors next to the bar. Without a second's hesitation, and without a single person noticing- after all, who noticed the extras in a film?- you made your way outside to find him leaning over the railing, elbows resting on the wrought iron. His head was hung low between his shoulders and you ached to reach out to him.

“Hi,” You whimpered, and he bolted upright, turning clumsily. His eyes were shining from the alcohol, from the weight of the day, from you, standing there in your wedding dress. He set his glass on the rail and in two long strides he was right in front of you. He checked behind you for any prying eyes, remembering Erik’s threat, and satisfied that you were alone, he took your face between his hands and kissed you. He kissed you with his whole body, with his hands and his lips, with his teeth and his tongue, kissed you with all of the fire in the fiber of his being.

You responded immediately, hands in his hair, pressing yourself closer. This was the kiss you longed for. That you held on for. This was freedom and acceptance. This was passion and fearlessness. There was an ache, there was relief… this was everything. His hands fell to your waist, fingers gripping tightly over the lace. “It’s not real,” he told you, a softness in his tone that said he needed to hear it just as much as you did.

“No, Logan, it’s not real. It’s just for-“ your voice cracked, trying not to think about whatever you’d have done to you later that night. But you knew he needed you to help hold him together, so you tucked away your fear, your disgust for Erik. “But it’s almost time, Logan,” you raised on your toes to kiss the spot behind his ear, an involuntary sigh escaping him. “We’re almost free.”

. . . . . . .

Almost two years exactly following your wedding to Erik, the media was ablaze with the news that rocked even the Gods of Westworld:

Death Toll in Opioid Crisis Rises as Heir Apparent to Delos Fortune Adds Name to Growing List of Overdose Victims.

Princess of Harding Investments Incorporated Found Dead In Malibu Mansion: No Foul Play Reported.

James Delos to name son in law as next in line to run his Empire after the death of his only son, 34 year old Logan Delos. The unfortunate news comes at a time when the Delos family was already grieving the loss of a dear family friend, daughter of Multi- Millionaire Westworld Investor Alan Harding. Harding’s daughter was found dead in her Malibu mansion by her husband. She tragically took her own life just two days after the couple celebrated their second wedding anniversary. Both families declined to comment, stating that they wished to grieve these sudden and unexpected losses in private…

It isn’t real, it’s just for show…

But it was real, now.

He who dies pays all debts.

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What would Chrom do if one of his children turned against him?

chris asking the right questions | if you have a question ask me always accepting | @pieman1112

kill them amirite?coughwhat

/ / as i told you, i didn’t think of this, weird, i know. I know my main verse is with robin and the idea of having the twins (who are by no means grima worshipper in one timeline) backstab or just general dangerous from chrom, or anyone for that sake. i didn’t think of that much since i dont have twins to develop ideas with, throwing them back and forth. but that aside. if one of his children goes dark side..that would devastate him for sure.

chrom, despite how strong and capable he seems, he is sensitive due to the many, you could say traumas he suffered since he was a child. his father, mother, the court, ylissean citizens etc etc and ending it with the war started because of his OWN mistake leading to the abduction and death of his older sister. i’ll say this over and over until i get blocked but what made him survive this far was–were the shepherds, his friends and comrades who gave him support (and lover if he had one at that point.) His sense of duty to ylisse came second because in his mind he thought this what got her killed but deep down he knows it was him–his mistake, his lack of power and conviction.

anyway, what i am going with that, that chrom would always try to befriend his children. i can’t say for sure he will notice things about them because in the end, he does not know them that well. so, either if they came out straight and showed that they are not there to help him and the others that would be less bad than if they faked their bond with him and then backstabbed him later. either of these cases, he will NOT hate them. He can’t hate them because he will first blame himself that they strayed their path. If he did not die in the future none of this would have happened. mind you, he does not see himself the center of everything, on the opposite, he hates seeing himself in a position where he is THE ONE that matters. but he knows that the EXALT job is …special, not him, but his job so dying and leaving no one to take after him, is problematic. He knows Lissa can’t be chosen after him due to the lack of Brand, besides he wouldn’t want her to take after him since, for him, she suffered more than he did.

ok anyway, im back sorry. what was i saying? ah, yes, chrom will blame himself for his children’s wrongdoings. it will eat him up because what happened to make these good children chose that way?

but turned against him kind of vague because it could be just not agreeing with his ideas or methods, not necessarily doing something bad. A good example is actually my oc son of him, Roland. He’s the opposite of Chrom and Lucina, very cautious and would mistrust you on the spot if he saw a suspicious move from you. he would bicker with chrom and lucina about certain topics, especially trusting people based on ‘Chrom’s guts’ only. that makes him flip shit like HOW CAN YOU TELL THEY WONT BETRAY YOU OMG ARE YOU DUMB FATHER? yes. but internally.

this is getting long because …it is long topic. BEAR with me heho.

if we are talking about ideas, methods then Chrom has no problem with his children having different opinions–in fact, he encourage them to speak for themselves and object to what he says. Chrom objected to many things when it came to Emmeryn’s meetings and work because he saw something she didn’t see. Chrom strongly believe that even his children can see things differently from what he sees. It kind of hurt him a bit to see somewhat Lucina following his steps, again somewhat exactly them because he wants her to be her own person but that with enough talking he can see she is indeed her own person but she is using him to support her own conviction to be able to move on and do her duty. (cries in the club for best daughter) another good example is kjelle. she is like her mom. chrom and kjelle might not see eye to eye some things but that makes chrom treasure every interaction because she is not being …uh…reserved to share them with him?? like she sees him a person she can trust to poke holes in what he says?? yeah proud dad. Inigo’s ways makes chrom question how he raised him but you see in their support…cries a lot. inigo is more cheerful than chrom which the dad assumed the son is just a complete doofus and no hope in him. Chrom was on the wrong but once inigo explained his own idea chrom retracted back what he said before and apologized and understood where inigo is coming from. yes, it is ok if chrom made mistake BECAUSE HE IS SUPPOSED TO BE HUMAN OK? LAST THING I KNOW HUMANS MAKE MISTAKES AND WHEN THEY ARE CONFRONTED THEY MAKE AMENDS AND APOLOGIZE AND LEARN. exhales. so yeah having different opinions on matters are ok.

HOWEVER, different opinions that are TOO EXTREME now that is a bit worrying. for example, like if his child was too acceptable to kill people, or attack them or supporting the on-going war, now chrom will lose his soul (anna there to collect it.) Chrom will try everything before he gives up. Giving up on his child is like…a not option at all? but he can’t risk having them hurt others so he should do something himself; not let anyone do the job for him. But you know how stubborn chrom is, he rather die than let his kids die. it is one of these animu moment where he dies and because of this shocking moment the kid realize that they were up to not good gdi kid why the late realization? but then again…he knows he cant just die…for his people, for the world, for the safe keep that his sister entrusted him with–the peace. but yeah cant say for sure about this since ..no experience to write based on it.

ok the fun part if they were…villain. dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

can you imagine the pain of stepping on a lego? double that to 9999 and you can picture krumb’s pain to see his kids going dark side. COME BACK, SON, DAUGHTER, IM YOUR FATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!

as i said before, i dont have anything to base my thoughts on just rambling of what ifs, and what could have happened etc. chrom would be in denial until he accepts that his kids might be…copying the path his own father took, the path he tried so hard to steer away from. again, the self-loathing and blaming that it was his fault they turned to that path. all i know that he wont let anyone fight them but him; a father’s duty to disciple his kids (and if needed, die to correct them.)

i could see naga playing some part in this, especially if twisted au these children are from another parallel world but got mixed in thanks to the jumping and gates. or just she could tell chrom if he has a chance to correct them or not. or if there is a way if they were brainwashed or had a hex on them etc.

man…dont kill me like that…chrom fighting his family and friends…he can’t. he rather be killed than raised his sword against them. THAT, if he was not pissed of himself and went crazy.

dont. make. blue. crazy. he. does. not. deserve. the. sad.

i guess…uh…thats the rant? i would go on circles because all just what ifs and they are changeable during plotting a thread ngl. yeah. if you need me, im crying under my blanket. bye.

#pieman1112 #⚔headcanon.⚔ (building up)#⚔ooc.⚔ (faty speaks)#//sits in a corner #//and stare at the void.

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Inspector Javert in Episode 2, or How Not to Write the Champmathieu Affair

I said last week that the events in Montreuil would reveal Valjean and Javert’s characters, and what they have revealed is a Javert who lacks the core element of a Javert.

Javert has a great hatred of the underclass, but even more fundamental to his character is his blind allegiance to the System. In the Brick this takes the form of a veneration for authority and the social hierarchy, but it doesn’t have to – there have been perfectly adequate Javerts who give their loyalty to the law and the penal regulations instead. But whether they follow the letter of the law or its spirit, all Javerts are fundamentally conservative. Every Javert must be a firm defender of the status quo, because a Javert who can recognize that the System is flawed has no reason to derail.

Oyelowovert is not a conservative. Oyelowovert is an iconoclast, hellbent on rooting out corruption in high places. “Sometimes a man may seem rich, successful, prosperous, virtuous - while all the time he may be harboring a secret. Something rotten in his past.” Ferreting out these secrets is what makes his work so fascinating, he tells us. He’s an ambitious man, and he obviously intends to make his name with some high profile arrests (one in particular). The System has failed. There is a great flaw in the ordering of society, a failure so enormous that a convict posing as a magistrate is not a appalling, terrifying anomaly but merely one example of phenomenon that occurs in every town, and Javert is the man to rectify it.

That’s an interesting character profile. It may even make sense for Oyelowovert, who must contend with racism alongside all Javert’s other disadvantages. Perhaps without that self-confidence and willingness to challenge the status quo he could not have gotten as far as he has. But it is not the profile of a Javert. If Brickvert ever entertained the thought that there might be criminals hiding among the notables, he did not find it fascinating. He probably thought it was responsible for the high suicide rate among the police, because who could bear to live with that knowledge? Why, it’s enough to make a man want to jump off a bridge!

Oyelowovert’s comfort with challenges to the social hierarchy robs Javert’s canonical Montreuil scenes of all of their motivation. We saw in Episode 1 that he wasn’t bothered by a convict assaulting a guard – it was just another opportunity to demonstrate to 24601 that men like him can never win. In the same way, he’s untroubled by a prostitute assaulting a bourgeois, or by the mayor intervening to obstruct her rightful punishment. Fantine’s conduct is distasteful, of course – Oyelowovert preserves Javert’s contempt and hatred for the misérables – and Madelene’s actions are obnoxious and inexplicable, but no horrific injustice has been committed here, because injustice is not horrifying to him, it’s just an unfortunate fact of life. And Oyelowovert is not a man to tremble at defying a superior, especially not one he knows full well is a convict.

He’s also not a man to take his superiors’ word that some random hobo is the true Jean Valjean, not when he’s had the real thing under his eye for months. Oyelowovert is a guy who knows in his heart that he’s a righteous man who is correct about everything. He has no need either to prove his irreproachability to himself through his actions or to have it confirmed externally by his superiors and the courts. When Paris tells him he’s mistaken, he isn’t horrified by his error; he’s annoyed and frustrated by theirs.

WHICH MEANS THAT IT MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE WHATSOEVER FOR HIM TO RESIGN.

After Madeleine rescues Fantine from his clutches Javert comes up with a Cunning Plan. Surely if Jean Valjean will risk his reputation to save some worthless prostitute he fired from his factory, he will condemn himself to a lifetime in the galleys to save a hobo he’s never met from paying for his crimes?

Well... no. That doesn’t follow at all. Madeleine risks virtually nothing by saving Fantine. Worst case scenario, the citizens of Montreuil who all adore him will shake their heads a bit and say their soft-hearted mayor wastes his charity on the undeserving. Maybe she’ll cough some tuberculosis blood on him – gross, but considerably less gross than spending the rest of his life in the hulks. And Madeleine told Javert to his face that he feels personally responsible for Fantine’s plight, in a way he cannot possibly feel about Champmathieu’s. (Besides, he probably fucked her at some point; convicts, amirite?)

Oyelowovert’s entire theory of criminal psychology – his sole claim to Javertyness! – depends on the belief that men like Valjean are fundamentally wicked and degenerate. They can never change; they can never reform or act out of true virtue. Madeleine’s superficial goodness is just a mask to enable him to enjoy the fruits of his crimes in luxurious tranquility. Why the hell would a man like that sacrifice himself, his cushy life and the whole façade of lies he’s worked so hard to build, to save a stranger? As every Valjean ever points outs, Champmathieu’s trial is a fantastic opportunity for him, something that will secure his new identity and his triumph over the criminal justice system forever. Most ordinary people would fail to rise to this occasion out of ordinary human frailty, much less an unrepentant felon who likes to rob kids on highways.

The remote, remote possibility that Valjean might turn himself in is not something one would like to stake one’s entire career on, say by resigning as an excuse to tell Madeleine about the trial. If Valjean’s crisis of conscience goes the other way, what the fuck is Javert supposed to do? Jean Valjean can just go on being mayor of Montreuil-sur-Mer forever, I guess, and Javert will go off and till the soil. Great work, super sleuth! Your campaign to root out corruption among the notables is off to a fantastic start!

It is possible to do a “Javert deliberately alerts Valjean to the Champmathieu trial in order to entrap him” plot that is, if not a good idea, then at least an engaging and coherent piece of cinema. We know this because the 1952 movie did it. But this requires two things: a Javert who could genuinely believe in Valjean’s nobility, and a Javert who treats the trial as an experiment that just might reveal something interesting about his suspect, not as a high stakes all-or-nothing gamble.

In 1952′s Étienne, we have both. Étienne is clear from Day 1 that his only allegiance is to the law. He claims to bear the convicts no animus; he is simply determined to enforce the penal regulations, whether they be good or evil, humane or inhumane. It’s not necessary for him to believe Valjean can never change, that he can’t be a good mayor and an honest businessman with a wholesome gay marriage to a burly potter, because class hatred has never been the primary driver of his motivation. It’s sufficient that Valjean ought to be serving out his parole in Orléans and the penal code prohibits anyone with a felony conviction from taking public office. Jean Valjean might well be the sort of noble character who would turn himself in to save an unlucky stranger, but the law is the law and Étienne will enforce it come what may.

And he takes intelligent precautions, because while he might hope Valjean will do the right thing here and turn himself in, it would be insane to rely upon it. He doesn’t resign from his position – why on Earth would he, when he knows perfectly well that Madeleine is Jean Valjean? And he arranges the trial so he won’t need to perjure himself by claiming Champmathieu is Valjean, deliberately delaying his own testimony until the end to give Valjean more time to intervene. I suspect that if Valjean hadn’t jumped up to reveal himself after the convicts gave their testimony, Étienne would have testified to exonerate Champmathieu – after all, a false conviction is not in his interest, and it’s his duty under the law to speak the truth. (He also gives us a delightful tense cat-and-mouse scene at the café when he tells Madeleine about the trial, a scene which is the whole pleasure of doing the trial plot in this way and an opportunity Davies spectacularly missed.)

I’m willing to excuse changes in the plot. I might even be willing to excuse the changes in Javert’s character, although it seems to me that these ones are going to present serious difficulties later on: if Javert already saw Valjean save a guard’s life at the bagne and he already believes him to be capable of an incredible act of self-sacrifice over Champmathieu, what could possibly happen at the barricade to derail him?

But if you’re going to change stuff you need to do it in a coherent, internally consistent way. This is a fucking mess.

#Javert #Valjean #Les Mis Adaptations #Les Misérables 2018 #Les Miserables 1952 #Les Misérables

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You’ve said before you didn’t see hackle initially and I’m just wondering what tipped you over the edge. I have trouble seeing it but I am curious about it.

First, let me just say thank you for the way you’ve approached this outlook/question. Given recent events, when I see an anon ask with “why” and “hackle”, I immediately get a wee bit tense. So I doublyappreciate you coming into this with an open mind and a kind attitude.

Second, I came to this fandom entirely to see Raquel Cassidy.I expected this to be some kind of cutesy kids show which I could watch withhalf an eye and see RaqCass’ beautiful expressive face from time to time. Andthen she showed up in HELLO NEW PERSONA WHO DIS jfc gimme detention right MEOWMiss Hardbroom. Naturally, I turned to tumblr to enable this sudden new levelof obsession. And the tumblrs I saw were all Hicsqueak and so I was well awareof Pippa Pentangle before I even saw her on my screen. And so I think frombasically the very first episode, I was “programmed”, in a way, to see Hecateas a partner to Pippa. So…I didn’t really look for subtext elsewhere.

But like any bias, you only see what you look for, you know?

And gosh Pippa is such a force and Hecate’s emotional reaction is equallyexplosive and so yeah it’s totally LOOK AT ALL THESE LESBIANS.

And then the Hackle Summer Trope Challenge came along. And Ithought “Look I love Hecate Hardbroom and I want to write her as much aspossible. I’ve never done a writing challenge, and I really don’t see Ada andHecate as romantically interested in each other, but hey, that only makes agreater challenge, right?” If you read my first entry in that series, SurvivalSkills, you’ll see that Hecate and Ada actually interact very little in thatstory. There’s more tension and banter between Dimity and Hecate (whom yes I doship as well) because I found Dimity Drill extremely easy to write (she’sactually my favorite to write, but don’t tell the others). I hadn’t found Ada’svoice at the time, not well enough to write her for extended lengths of time.

The thing that has always stood out to me is that Hecate Hardbroom,regardless of whom she’s paired with, is a hopeless romantic with a sense ofgallant devotion. She also has an extreme worthiness complex and a life builton meritocracy (something we’ve seen proven further true in this season especially). I think that while she very happily admires feminine beauty, forit to be love, she has to feel that the person is worthy—not worthy of her lovein particular (because I don’t think she finds her own love a particularlyvaluable thing), but worthy of respect, loyalty, and devotion in general. AndTHAT was something I did see between her and Ada, when I watched the seriesagain with a keener eye. She says, more than once and with more than a littleconviction and passion, that Ada Cackle is good. She believes this, and she’ssomeone who would not say such a thing lightly. She feels that certainty in herbones.

Also a few things happened in season two that shifted thetides for me. In particular: The Friendship Trap, in which Hecate gives Ada this look:

I don’t know what others see when they look at this, but Isee the look of a woman who is so fucking pleased with Ada’s capabilities in asmug “oh, look at my baby go” kind of way. Then there’s this:

I call this look the “woman, the second we’re alone you arenot safe because I am gonna absolutely rail you.” (and that’s the politeinterpretation).

Almost every other instance I could sweep under the categoryof “just really good friends who love each other dearly and strictly platonically”.But that look is so unmitigated and just like…Hecate, there are childrenpresent. Calm your tits, woman.

Also throughout season two, you see more of Hecate andAda’s relationship develop. I see a connection between this show and DowntonAbbey—I definitely see the dynamics of Carson and Hughes reflectedin Hecate and Ada. The uptight stuffy establishment supporting time-keeper who believespraise should be earned, and the more forward-thinking, at times flighty andfun loving mischief maker who understands that you catch more flies with honey,and who can often very easily soften the sour-faced rule-enforcer with a gentlelook or a touch. It’s a match of equals and complements, who work as a team,who go from friends to lovers in a long, meandering path that is continuously linedwith genuine respect and admiration.

I think it was hovercraft79 who said that each ship is kindof like apples to oranges. Each one gives you something different. For me, I’mtired of seeing every wlw relationship as this thing filled with angst anddrama—whether it’s a classic queer-dies-for-the-straight-cries or sexualityangst or gosh-two-women-must-be-super-dramatic-because-women-amirite. And soHackle is just this sweet summer breeze of fresh air. Their jobs are complicated,but their love, for the most part, is not. Even when they have issues, at the endof the day, they know who’s going to be in their bed and at their side. They’retrue partners, and they believe in each other when no one else does. They’resoft looks and sweet smiles and solid reassurances of yes we will. And I lovethat. I love seeing two women whose lives are not completely defined by theirsexuality or their romantic relationship, just loving another woman without itbeing The Thing or even A Thing.

I think our ships often say a lot about how we see ourselvesand how we wish to be seen and loved by others. I think, more than anything,that’s why I love Hackle so. Because when I see that, I sigh and go, “Yeah, I wantthat.” I want soft looks and kind words and cups of tea and two black cats andthe kind of magic that shimmers without loud pops or explosions. I want the simplehopeful joy I feel when I look at them. And I can’t unsee it.

I know I just wrote a novel to answer a simple question, but I don’t think I can sum it up more succinctly (and I legit cut about 4 extra paragraphs from this). Thanks again and I hope this sheds some light.

#thanks anon #hackle #tww2017 #a novella explanation

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Seatmate!Joshua

A/N: I AM BACK!! OH MY GOD??? How have you guys been?? How was your holiday?? Mine’s ending next week as school starts on Monday ^^ I’ll post requests in this following week so be sure to check them out! I’m sorry for this to tale so long but here is the requested Seatmate!Jisoo!

(Also whenever I think about the Chocolate MV, I get reminded of that “Joystick” line Joshua sung lmaooo)

Ok everybody saw this coming

Joshua is the Good Kid™

The one the teachers love because he’s so respectful and always submits his homework and assignments on time *

He’s that kid who says s*** like “I didn’t study for the exam” and “I think I’m not going to pass” but passes with a f***ing A++ anyways

Everybody knows him as a friendly face who always smiles and say hi to people in the hallways

Does a lot of volunteering

Can be seen with his guitar doing YouTube covers during recess

Very kind and would drop everything to help someone

Like that time when he was super late to school because he was helping a pregnant lady get to the hospital??

The teacher was like “lmao get in, Joshua, everything ’swell”

Which also means he gets away with things without even trying bc everybody knows Joshua’s a good kid

He knows it too but he never use it to his advantage someone protect this angel

He’s got quite some fans at school ok

The funny part is when you got Joshua as your seatmate

Maybe it’s just the Universe’s idea of a joke

Because quite the contrary, you’re every definition of a rebel

You sleep a lot in class

Gets into the occasional fights but nothing too serious

You’re a familiar face in detention (for various reasons)

And while you do submit your homework/assignments, they’re almost always late

Despite all that, you pass your classes with good marks, much to the teachers astonishment and irk

And while you don’t cause that much trouble, you do intimidate people

Which led you to having few to no friends

And it awes people when they see the contrast between you and Joshua

Bc the Church Kid and the Rebel? so cliche

But you never really talked to him anyways

Bc you’re just so different and basically the opposite of each other that you never found a common ground

It’s like mixing oil and water and you both fill the same space without truly mingling

You never minded it except it’s always a pain whenever people compare you to each other

“Why can’t you be more like Joshua?”

“How can Joshua sit next to someone like her”

You have nothing against the guy but it’s just a pain that you’re stuck with the guy everybody puts on a high pedestal

So you work at the local ice cream joint that your parents own

Not a lot of people know of it and it’s pretty low-key

Which also means not a lot of people from school knows of it

And while you despise going to school, you absolutely enjoy working there

Because there in the ice cream shop, nobody sees you as the Y/N that gets into fights or the Y/N the troublemaker

Here, you’re the Y/N that gives out ice cream to little kids and when they smile at you you beam back

Here, you help elders pull out their seats so they can enjoy a chocolate sundae as they talk to their spouses

Here, you’re just Y/N

No prejudice, no ugly sneers, just Y/N who serves ice cream

One day Joshua was walking around town when he spot your ice cream shop

So he decided to treat himself to some

And imagine his surprise when he found you giggling to a five-year old as you hand her her ice cream come

Your eyes meet and you went OH NO

Bc what is he doing here? You don’t need to be constantly reminded of the perfect Joshua Hong lol

Your smile was replaced with a frown and it’s a shame bc Joshua thought you look so sweet smiling

“Not a word, Hong.”

He pretended as if he didn’t see that last scene but he can’t help but hide a small smile bc he just realized you’re kinda cute

He didn’t say anything and ordered

He was paying and without looking up to see your face, said “You should smile more. It looks good on you”

And then he walked off with his strawberry ice cream like a f***ing boss

You never expected that from someone like Joshua so you can’t help but get flustered

Really flustered

Bc did he just flirt with you????? Holy crud

The next day you couldn't even spare a glance at the guy

Joshua acted as if nothing happened, like you guys didn’t totally meet at the ice cream shop but they way he looks at you?? He looks like he’s teasing you

‘The scary giant is actually’ soft his eyes seemed to say

To your dismay, since that day, Joshua’s face frequent the shop more than you would like

Ofc your parents were overjoyed bc they got a loyal customer but dang it’s really distracting to have him hover around

You couldn’t help but start to notice him

He usually would sit by the windows, sometimes reading a book or working on his laptop

You can’t help but memorize his usual order one scoop of strawberry ice cream with rainbow sprinkles in a cup

And little by little you couldn't help but warm up to him

And you’re like ‘Oh no do I have a crush???? on Joshua Hong????’

It gets better

There was one time Joshua notice you struggling during a test and he couldn't help but feel a little bad

So he wrote the answer on a little slip of paper and discreetly passed it to you

You looked at him incredulously and was like why but by then he had his back to you

He totally did it bc he likes you

And hey it’s not like you’re a punk without a sense of gratitude

So after school, you treat him to free ice cream

You were in the middle of eating your ice cream when he drew closer and

“Oh, you got ice cream on your mouth.”

AND THEN HE FREAKING WIPED THE ICE CREAM OFF THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH WITH HIS FINGER ADDWEFLWLJF

(thank god he didn't lick it amirite) holy shi* Nat keep it PG

You made eye contact and dear God if Joshua isn’t more beautiful up close

You noticed the moles that sprinkled his face but didn’t quite catch them as Joshua pulled back

The worst part of it was he had the audacity to smile innocently at you, acting as if everything is completely normal the freaking snitch

Y’all know his church oppa feel is just a facade he’s worse than Jeonghan tbh

And again he just looked away casually, which again made you feel flustered bc WHAT THE H***

It’s just that Joshua enjoys ruffling your feathers, getting to know the you that you don’t show to other people

He especially enjoys surprising you and taking you by surprise bc he could tell you never expect and aren’t used to others to be so vulgar towards you

The first day he saw you smile and he found himself wanting to see more of them

And fine, he’ll admit to himself that he might have a crush on you fffff

You started to notice how Joshua was warmer and kinder to you than before

I mean, he wasn’t rude before but you don’t have the best relationship either

But holy crud if the guy isn’t setting you up for a heart attack one of these days

Although his antics does intrigue you bc??? you’ve never had anybody treat you like that?? you’re just not used having your heart ready to beat right out of your chest

One day at school, you saw a senior bullying a freshman and although you may be a rebel, you are definitely not a bully

So you called out on the guy and told him to stop

He went up to you and started to get aggressive and called you names

You held your ground and when he saw you didn’t flinch, he slapped you

The next thing you know, the guy was off you and was on the ground with a bloody nose

The hallway went dead quite as your gaze falls on Joshua

Joshua whose breathing hard with his hand formed into a fist

To say you were shocked was an understatement because nobody would have thought Joshua would go that far

Did Joshua just punched a kid??? Really???

Is the world ending?????

So now you’re both stuck in detention together

And you're laughing inside bc Joshua looked like a sore thumb in the room full of troublemakers

“Are you ok?” he finally asked you

“Why did you punch that guy??”

“Look. Just because people think you’re a troublemaker doesn’t make them right.”

You raised an eyebrow at that

“Ok fine, not entirely true lol”

"Why are you so nice to me?"

Joshua was silent and then you felt his warm hand wrapped around yours under the table

“Because you’re more than that. They don’t know but I know. And you should, too. Because you’re more than what the label you as. Yeah, you might've made your fair share of mistakes but..I know deep inside, you're a good person. Don’t listen to them. Listen to me. I’m here for you.”

And he said it with so much conviction, so much sincerity that you looked at him, and I mean, finally looked at him and you realized

You think you might be falling hard for him.

You realized his warm hand is still clasped around yours, his thumb moving comforting patterns onto your skin and you felt the heat in your cheeks bc Joshua is holding my hand asdfhlkl

You looked at him and see his ears turning red and it’s so endearing

And then you smiled and Joshua felt like he’s going to bursts anytime now because he’s the reason behind that smile

And you didn’t do anything but hold hands under the table with Joshua throughout your time in detention

But you you don’t mind bc to you, this is enough

And this might be the first time you say this but detention isn’t so bad with him around

Because you know he’ll always be right there for you

A/N: I’m sorry if this was a flop compared to the other one.. Joshua ended up a bit OOC towards the end imo.. I tried to brainstorm but not much came up :( I might rewrite this if I have better ideas one day, though, so Anon, I’m sorry if I might've dissapointed you!

#requested #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fics #joshua scenarios #seventeen imagines #joshua #seventeen #joshua imagines #IM SORRY IF THIS IS DISSAPOINTING #TRASHHH

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