Bubbled AU: In which the Crystal Gems rescue Steven and Eyeball from the vastness of outer space just before Eyeball could stab Steven. Garnet see this, unfuses, and Ruby proceeds to beat the ever-living daylights out of Eyeball while everyone else watches.
Summary: 100 banging kinks for Bucky’s 100th birthday! | On a plane. (Bucky x Reader) Warnings: smut clearly; oral (f receiving), dirty talk Word count: 1,7k A/N: Let’s just all ignore that this drabble is way over the word limit. But oh look! It’s Gen! @bucky-plums-barnes (Babe don’t kill me for the word count lol) LEAVE ME FEEDBACK!!!!!! <3
„Attention! Flight 343 from Sydney to
New York is now boarding. Please make your way to gate 4.“
You gathered your backpack and started
walking towards the gates, flicking your eyes up and down between
your phone and the directions to gate 4. This was your first time
abroad on your own and you were quite nervous at airports, fearing
you’d board the wrong flight.
You followed the directions and some
people that seemed to be heading the same way. You checked in
successfully and boarded the plane, you were greeted by a lovely
flight attendant wishing you a safe flight.
„19A.. 19A..“ you murmured to
yourself looking at the numbers above the seats, looking for your
own. Of course, you figured, that’s what the A meant. 19A
was an aisle seat. You sighed and stuffed your backpack in the
compartment above the seats and made yourself as comfortable in the
comfortable leather seats that came with such long distant flights.
You were in the middle of texting your
friend Genevieve of your safe boarding that you didn’t notice a man
standing right next to you, holding a ticket of his own. The man
cleared his throat loudly and you snapped your head in the direction
of the voice.
„I think that’s my seat.“ He
pointed his long slender finger to the seat next to yours.
The changes had started off small. Little flecks of black in his blood, less creaking of his joints, more energy. He didn’t think much of it in the beginning. As long as he could run away from the strange ink monsters and evade Bendy and whatever Sammy had become, he was perfectly happy to ignore anything strange that might be happening to his body. He had been wondering if he’d get ink poisoning from wading through all the ink, but it vanished quickly. He hadn’t realized the ink was seeping into his body, changing it from the inside out. He started coughing a lot. He chalked this up to the dusty studio at first. Then he’d started coughing up blood. This, of course, was cause for concern. He almost didn’t notice the flecks of black mixed in with the usual red in his panic. The coughing ceased after only an hour or so, although only after he’d vomited up something which’s contents he didn’t particularly want to guess at. It was black and almost like tar in its consistency, with lumps roughly the size and shape of human organs. The substance felt slick and oily passing his lips, nothing like normal vomit.
Okay. So. Let me preface this by saying that I firmly believe that y’all have the right to like or not like my writing and to express your likes and dislikes in your reviews, and I respect that. I know sometimes you’re unhappy, and I may not always agree with you (sometimes I do lol), but generally I just read, think “noted…” and move on.
But every now and then, I get a review that I just… can’t let lie there. And I got such a review today, that is just…. I… I just… I’m sorry, I gotta share with the class and comment point by point on this thing, because…. wow.
So. Here’s a review I just got on Breaking In – and by the way, I want to thank this person for this review, I really do, because this has been the highlight of my fucking day – and I got a brand new phone today, so that’s saying something. lol
“I was a big fan of this fanfiction in the beginning. I enjoyed every chapter and I thoroughly looked forward to a new chapter, however, recently I haven’t been enjoying it. I stopped reading at about chapter 31 because of the storyline being dragged out too long, I honestly don’t get why Regina and Robin never got back together, or at least stayed together.
You’re not alone, tbh, I get this a lot.
What Robin did was illegal and Regina had every right to be angry at him but not continuing on with her relationship with him over it was pointless, since when did Regina care about her mother’s opinion?!
Never, expect of course in her younger days, but Regina is an independent, strong woman, and the Regina in OUAT would not care about her mother’s opinion.
Okay. Hold on. Stop. This is where I had to stop and pop my eyeballs back into my head from where they had just fallen, dangling, from how wide my eyes popped open at that crazy-ass statement.
Can we just… I’m in the middle of an OUAT rewatch, and I am in the middle of season two, and LET ME TELL YOU, Regina Mills really, really cares about her MOther’s opinion. It derailed her entire redemption for half a season – with ONE CONVERSATION WITH MOMMY.
Like. What.. What..?? What show are you watching where Regina doesn’t care about her mother’s opinion??
I’m so baffled and also so amused…
The next thing I would like to say is about the storyline again, but this time about Regina’s ‘eating disorder’,
Don’t put that shit in quotes, that’s rude.
I don’t see why it’s such a big deal in this fanfic because it shouldn’t be. Regina chooses not to eat when her mother is around or when her mother says something insulting to her, there is no need for Regina to deny herself food over a petty thing like that, going back to the independent and strong woman part I mentioned about Regina that she clearly is, she wouldn’t do that to herself, maybe in her younger days, but not now.
Okay, hold on a second. Cora, is that you?? Like, I’m pretty sure that’s Cora Mills speaking from inside the page with that one – “there’s no need for Regina to deny herself food over a petty thing like that” are you jooooooking. Like, how insulting is it to imply that someone with an eating disorder is just being dramatic and childish, which is basically what you’re doing.
Regina has an eating disorder. It is a very real thing, that a lot of very real readers relate to, and if you wanna be dismissive and disrespectful about that because you don’t have the capacity to understand it, you can go do it somewhere else.
The next thing is about the weed in a previous chapter. When I decided to read the chapter because a friend told me that their 'relationship’ was going somewhere I was absolutely disgusted at what I read. I thought the whole fanfiction was OOC from day one, but the chapter with Regina and Robin smoking weed was seriously OOC, I cannot imagine them ever doing that. You do know it’s Regina Mills and not Trina Decker, right?!
Oh, believe me, I know it’s not my boo Trina Decker. *insert heart eyes*
And you’re right, BIn Regina smoking pot isout of character – something that she and Robin both acknowledge, and something she talks about with her therapist shortly thereafter, and which her therapist acknowledges is out of character, erratic behavior for her. It’s called a plot point, yo. It was supposed to be out of character.
But maybe you just.. stopped reading after 37?
Also, just out of curiosity, is this the same anon who got all butthurt after Robin smoked pot in an earlier chapter?
And the thing that made the chapter even more disgusting and disturbing was that fact that Henry, a 10/11 year old boy was left in his house allow while his mother went and got high.
Yeah, Regina thought this was a bad idea, too. She brought it up, she felt guilty about it. Her, uh, semi-stoner not-boyfriend convinced her it was okay.
I don’t care that his mother was 'only next door’, 'a few minutes away’ something could have happened to injury or endanger Henry. He could have also been taken by robbers or kidnappers.
Are you sure you’re not Cora Mills??? Where do you think Regina lives?? People leave kids alone at home to got to the neighbors for a chat all the time – especially when they have, y’know, security systems and shit that they could probably hear from next door if they went off. SHE DOESN’T NEED TO MOVE TO A GATED COMMUNITY, MOTHER, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH FEDERAL HILL.
Also, let’s be real, if there were robbers or kidnappers, it wouldn’t matter much whether Regina was home or away, someone was probably gonna be getting hurt. She doesn’t have magic, she doesn’t own a gun, she’s not gonna overpower a band of kidnapping robbers.
Unless maybe it’s that one…
You should never leave your child alone, no matter how far away you are from them.
Uh… I know a lot of (good) parents who would disagree with that. It’s okay to leave your ten year old alone for a little while, especially when you’re just next door, have your phone with you, and they’re asleep. Hell, did you miss the previous chapters where she left him alone for several hours in the middle of the day? Or, did you miss that whole episode in season one where she left Henry alone for an entire Saturday to go “city council meeting” the Sheriff?
How much trouble do you think this sleeping kid in a locked house is gonna get up to?
And then there was also Roland who was only in the next room while Regina and Robin got high, which was completely vile. They would never, ever do that with a child in the house.
Looks like they would, tho…
And the fact that they decided to cook something but then decided to make out which resulted in them nearly burning the house down!
Okay a) Do you want them together or not? Because you don’t get to be mad that they’re not getting together fast enough AND get mad that they “decided to make out”.
b) They burned some toast, dude. The house was in no danger. Find your chill. It’s not like they came up for air to this:
In their state of being high they could have forgotten about Roland.
Okay, I’m not sure if you’ve ever smoked pot before, but trust me – HALF A JOINT is not strong enough to make you forget you have a child in the case of an emergency. Might make you forget that Spice World is a terrible movie, but not that your kid is asleep upstairs.
It made me feel sick. And the whole oral sex activity that was going on in the living room where Roland could have easily woken up and seen what was going on was inappropriate. There are bedrooms with locks for a reason!
You mean the bedroom with the child sleeping in it? That one? That’s where you’d prefer I had them hook up? Next to the toddler bed?
Now, you may not read this review of mine or you may just ignore it because of the 500 followers that somehow like this fanfic,
Oh, how could I ignore this one, this was comedy gold.
but I just wanted to say that some of the things that you write are too OOC and not logical or reasonable.
Same to you, my friend.
I get the whole thing about fanfic. It’s fiction that fans write and it can be whatever they want it to be, but when you write fanfiction that involves two characters that so many people love — including myself — and they are totally OOC and seem like two different people all together, then I personally think that it’s not a fanfiction to enjoy.
And you have the right to that personal opinion, although apparently 500+ (it is really 500 followers? I haven’t checked – that’s really cool. I’m flattered – thanks guys!) people think I’m doin’ just fine, so… I’mma keep on keepin’ on.
Summary: Learning each other’s strengths is easy. Learning each other’s weaknesses? Infinitely hard. Also, title credit to Yeats
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
To be fair, most things that ended with Killian and sex tended to be good ideas.
(And led to orgasming until her fucking eyeballs popped.)
They weren’t shy with each other. While Emma may have the emotional maturity of a maple tree, she had never been afraid of her body. After her first fumblings in the back of the bug with Neal, she had gone through the works.
There had been the bartender in Miami with the huge dick and big dissapointment when it turned out he had no idea what to do with it other than insert tab a into tab b.
The mechanic somewhere bumfuck between Portland and Boston who went hard and fast against the wall until she had hissed a warning against leaving marks.
A beautiful brunette with endless curls, doe-eyes, and a mischievous red smile who ate her out until Emma went from suspecting to 100% sure she was a prostitute. She never asked.
There were blondes men and punk women and everything in between until Emma knew to simply flip them on their back, take what she needed, and make a clean getaway before the word ‘breakfast’ could be uttered.
A/N: This was a fic I have been really excited about writing. Believe me, I was constantly talking about it to my friend for days. This is kinda an AU but kinda not. Everything that is happening in TWD is still happening. Some stuff has changed for the Winchesters background with Supernatural but there’s still a lot of the same things happening. I hope you all enjoy and would love to hear your positive feedback. Let me know if you’d like to be tagged.
A/N 2: Thank you all so much for all the love and support. Means the world to me! :)
Summary: (y/n) Winchester is just trying to survive the new world of the apocalypse with her brothers, Sam and Dean. While looking for your father, John, you come across two men who welcome you to their community, Alexandria. The events that follow will test the limits of not only your mind and body, but also your heart.
Pairings: Eventual Daryl x reader (almost), Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader
“Man oh man, I do not appreciate you killing my men.” Negan said while standing back up from his crouching position in front of Rick. You watched as the man you knew to be your father threaten your new group. “Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not fucking cool.”
Negan began to make his little speech while swinging the bat he had in his hand. You recognized it to be your fathers, but it was now wrapped with barbed wire. You felt numb to the world. You knew something bad was going to happen you just didn’t know how bad it will be. You didn’t even notice the tears in your eyes until they started to drip down your face. You felt Daryl squeeze your hand a little tighter to try and reassure you, but you both knew it wasn’t going to help much.
First, encourage your friend to do the straw thing again, but for longer. If she’s coping while doing nothing ask her to do mild physical activity like walk around, wash the dishes, get the mail. If she can breath through only a straw, whilst doing mild activity, for an hour, with no discomfort, then give her a medal and send her off to a medical science lab.
Second, let’s define ‘the pug crises’. If we’re going to talk about health problems in the pug related to breeding or anatomy, we should include, but not limit ourselves to:
Brachycephalic syndrome, causing air hunger, overheating, exercise intolerance, collapse, chronic vomiting and increased risk of respiratory obstruction
Hemivertebrae and increased risk of intervertebral disc disease
Eye problems including: overexposure predisposing to keratoconjunctivitis sicca (dry eye) and eye ulcers, proptosis of the globe (eyeball popping out), laterally deviated vision, entropion
Excessive facial skin folds, leading to yeast dermatitis and chronic ear infections.
Hip dysplasia. Even though they’re little, they still get it surprisingly commonly.
Propensity towards obesity. This may be linked to the breed’s general difficulty exercising.
I think that’s enough problems to address to begin with. There’s too much flesh and not enough bone in the head. The breeding towards a curved tail, and a ‘double curled tail’ is still considered highly desirable in the show ring, has resulted in unstable backs and hemivertebrae. The desire for large, round eyes instead of more oval, typical eyes has resulted in bulging globes that easily pop out. And the ‘well defined wrinkles’ of the breed standard go too far, resulting in skin and ear infections and encouraging the breed to retain the excessive soft tissues of its head.
The purebred pug scene, and the desire to achieve a perfect ‘look’ has resulted in the suffering of this breed. The greatest opposition to change is the purebred pug clubs, because changing the breed standard would result in dogs ‘not looking like a pug’ anymore. They are also firmly against crossbreeding, even though we know that after 5 generations of crossing back, the offspring are indistinguishable from a purebred. Nevertheless, if I could change the world I would:
Change the breed standard to include a minimum nose length of 2 inches.
Allow a curled tail, but more than 360 degrees is too much.
Have all show dogs hip scored to compete. Spinal Xrays would be great while we’re at it.
Limit maximum size allowed for eyes, encourage more oval than round eyes.
Outcross to other breeds.
Personally, I think the Jack Russel Terrier, particularly the straighter legged ones, are excellent candidates to cross pugs to. The head is just lovely, they still have lots of energy, and most of their genetic problems don’t overlap. It means that instead of this:
You end up with something a bit more like this:
Really, the breed clubs need to ask themselves whether they really like the dogs or the look of the dogs. The breed deserves better.
Can you honestly say that this isn’t ‘pug’ enough to you? ‘Cause it ooks very puggy to me, but with much less suffering.
But what would I know? I’m just a lowly veterinarian.
( Prompt: princess diaries style “I grew up not knowing I was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me I was so now I guess I’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but I still have a crush on you” AU )
A/N: So. I’ve decided to make a Tom Holland/Spiderman fanzine, and if anyone is interested to contribute (and tell me how the heckie to go about doing it ), please PLEASE send me a message and we can work this out!! I actually want to send the fanzine to Tom Holland himself, but I also have no idea how to send it to him so PLEASE SEND HELP.
WARNINGS: Underaged drinking, so I’ve put it under a read more!
Well I should warn you that I….am afraid of ra-coons. These guys are crazy; they’ve got these little shoulders and that big belly like a furry jar ya know? Watch out ra-coons they’ll steal your food but next thing you know they’re gonna steal your heart! It’s like ra-coons what are you? Are you a cat or a fox? You’re neither? You’re a ra-coon exactly! Then all of the sudden they stand up straight that’s weeeeird ya know? They got those tails that looks like tie-dyed swiffers and have swiffers even BEEN invented yet? They’ve got those human hands that *pop* pop your eyeball out and eat it like a green grape. You ever heard a ra-coon eat a green grape? It’s like *ach ach ach ach ach ach* and I bet in Australia they call them rubbish burglars and they are so, so sexy.
I’m queueing some more hcs that I’m finishing this Sunday before I officially go into hiatus tomorrow, so you might see them popping up on your dash throughout the next 2 weeks (they’re already in various stages of writing, I just have to tie up the loose ends).
Here’s part two of the (wild) Alice AU as promised. Enjoy!
However, the flaming-o throws a tantrum and stomps around
“Ugh, stop talking already! I have a dinner to attend!”
Ugh, still a b*tch even in birb form
Yoosung rubs his chin thoughtfully, seemingly deep in thought
“I guess we’d get dry faster if we race in a circle.“
“Race in a circle? How would you determine the winner?“ a vulture who looks like Dr. Lee asks
“Well, you can stop anytime you want, but because it’s a circle with no determined start and finish, everybody wins when they stop! But… the prize… maybe MC can give us prizes?“
“Me??? I don’t know, I don’t really have anything in my pockets.“
“Check your pockets?“
You follow Yoosung’s advice and check them, and true enough, you find hair clips, a lipstick, a round glass, and space candy (konpeito)
You were quite sure they weren’t there before, but… how?
“Will these do?“
So you join them in the race until your clothes dry, and awarded the prizes to everyone.
Yoosung was the last to stop, and you gave him the clips.
He looks so grateful to you, especially when you put them on him
“Th-thank you, MC! I love them!“
Cute, blushing mess
Precious baby aaaaaaa
However, because you gave everything away, you didn’t have a prize for yourself
Yoosung points this out and you shrug, saying that it’s fine.
Not on his watch though. There has to be something!
“Well, if you insist, then I’d like to have the directions to the Queen’s castle. Do you know how to get there?“
“Y-you can’t go there as easily, but you would need an invitation from the duchess, MC. Oh, but I can accompany you to her house if you want!“
You readily agree, talking about this and that on the way there.
Not long after, you see the mansion, but Yoosung declines to accompany you any further because of the duchess’s cat.
“But why? Aren’t you good friends?“
“How… how can you say that, MC? He tried to eat me three times! Three!“ he cries, running away before you register that he meant “eat“ literally.
It wasn’t as far anyway, so you walk the rest of the way.
Vanderwood / Duchess
You were about to go up the porch steps when a hand touches your shoulder and you find no body attached to it.
A familiar, disembodied voice laughs, and the rest of the body appears before you to reveal… Saeyoung.
“Ahahaha, you should’ve seen your expression, MC! You looked so scared, I thought your eyeballs would pop from their sockets!“
“I’m also happy that some things never change even in Wonderland, Cheshire. I need an invitation from the duchess to see the queen; will you help me?“
“Oh, um… that…“
The door flies open and Vanderwood comes out wearing a huge purple headdress and a black gown with leopard print linings.
“Get back here, you lazy ca—- I’m sorry miss, but we don’t take visitors today. Come back in, hmmm…. Maybe never,“ he turns to shut the door, but you keep him from closing it by wedging your foot between the door and the frame
“Please, I just need an invitation to the queen’s castle! Won’t you help me? I promise to let you lock up Se– Cheshire so he can finish his job for the agency!“
Saeyoung in the background : “MC, HOW COULD YOU?!? I THOUGHT WE LOVED EACH OTHER????“
Vanderwood opens the door a little wider and steps back a bit
“You should’ve said so earlier. Wait here,“ he says, disappearing inside for a few minutes as you wait with Saeyoung outside
He returns after a while, and shoves a sealed envelope at you and pushes a screaming Echo girl at you.
“Her cup D’s don’t interest me if her brain doesn’t work, so take her with you. Cheshire will lead you to the castle, but don’t forget your end of the bargain, MC“
He shuts the door in your face and you stare for a few minutes, dumbfounded at how easily he gave you the invitation
Echo girl comes with you willingly, but you and Saeyoung suffer under her never-ending rants about Vanderwood’s cold treatment and how she was going to tell her father about it
You were getting ready to push her down the hill when it suddenly went quiet
Looking behind you, you find Echo girls clothes lying on the ground and a small, pink pig oinking furiously in her place
Saeyoung licks his lips and rubs his palms together
“Mmm, I could certainly use some roast pig now,“ he says, reaching out for the pig
She runs away into a clump of bushes before he has a chance to catch her
You pull Saeyoung by his tail as he attempts to go after her, and you are surprised when he moans and slumps on the ground, covering his crotch
“It-it’s a sensitive spot, don’t pull it!“
He’s full-on blushing, and you can’t resist glomping him and hugging him for a few minutes
Jumin / Mad Hatter ・Zen / March Hare・Jaehee / Dormouse
Continuing your journey, you come across a signboard pointing to an establishment called “The Mad Teahouse“
“‘The Mad Teahouse’? This looks like a nice cafe. Cheshire, can we go see?“
“Do you play Japanese mahjong, MC?“
“Nothing in particular. After you, milady. But keep to the shadows and make no noise or you won’t be able to get out until you play strip mahjong.“
Yikes, that didn’t bode well.
But you were curious, so you went in anyway
“The Mad Teahouse“ wasn’t as you imagined it
Upon entering, you see pachinko slot machines, roulette tables, a pool table – it was a casino, but it was void of customers, save for the mahjong table with three occupants at the far end of the room.
“Tenhai, I win — again,“ Jumin exclaims triumphantly, laying out his tiles.
He was dressed in an immaculate, navy three-piece suit with a black victorian puffed tie instead of the ones he usually wore. He also had a black top hat on, the hat panel adorned with a purple satin sash, and antique-looking bronze aviator goggles
“Dammit Hatter! this is the third to the last piece of clothing I have on! Stop winning every match!“ Zen grumbles, revealing his tiles and removing his shirt and exposing his sculpted muscles
Were those rabbit ears and tail real, or were those fake?
Either way, you thought he still looked good in them~(❤ω❤)
“It’s not my fault you play so badly,“ he replies, calmly taking a sip of his tea.
“No more cat projects, Mr. Hatter,“ Jaehee sleepily murmurs from her pile of tiles.
She was dressed as she usually was, but her blazer was haphazardly thrown over the chair and her hair was mussed.
She also had huge mouse ears the same color as her hair, and you couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping because you thought the ears were cute
“Who goes there?“ Jumin inquired,squinting to see who it was from where he was sitting
Saeyoung was signalling for you not to answer, but you were already in a trance due to Jumin’s sexy voice.
“It’s me, MC.“
“We can’t see you, MC. Come into the light so we can have a better look“
“MC, no,“ Saeyoung whispers from your right, clutching onto your sleeve
But it was only Jumin, Jaehee, and Zen, so what could be wrong with showing yourself?
You were about to step foot into the lighted area when Saeyoung threw a doll and red ribbons shot out of nowhere to tie it up
“After them!!!“ Jumin commanded, and the ribbons elongated, chasing after the two of you
You snapped out of your trance as Saeyoung pulled you along, using his claws to shred the ribbons that came close to you
Jumin almost catches you, but you step out just in time and the ribbons go back inside
“Now, do you know why it’s called the ‘Mad Tea House’?“ he asks, bent over and out of breath
“I do, but damn, I should’ve kept quiet until Zen stripped down completely.“
You were almost forced to play strip mahjong and all you could think of was Zen in all his naked glory???
Yep, you definitely had your priorities in order.
You thought Saeyoung only had a bad case of side stitches (that abdominal pain you get after exercising/running), but looking closer, you see blood dripping from the gaps on his fingers
“I’m… sorry, MC. One of them got to me,“ he chuckles, but you could see how pale he’s getting
He collapses eventually, and you do everything you could just to staunch the bleeding
You were helpless and crying, and was considering going back inside to ask for help
But would they come to your aid? Or would they still force you to play?
Just as you were about to take the risk, you hear footsteps from behind you
“Red…The queen wants her white roses painted red…“
“Saeran!!! Oh, thank goodness you’re he—“
You stop in your tracks as you see that he was accompanied by several card soldiers
“You weren’t able to find me, MC. I found you first,“ he smiles, his eyes glinting dangerously
Rika / Queen of Hearts・V / King of Hearts
You were presented before the court
They treated you roughly, dragging you and forcing you to kneel before the queen and her subjects
But at least you got help for Saeyoung
“I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll willingly come with you or whatever, please, just help him,“ you plead in between tears
Saeran snaps his fingers and the guards surround you, waiting for his orders
“Take the girl to the queen and treat the cat,“ he says, and turns around, disappearing
“Rabbit, who is this, and why is she here?“ you hear the queen ask, and you look up to find a pair of familiar green eyes looking down at you — Rika
She looked almost the same as the first time you personally met her at the Mint Eye headquarters except, this time, she was actually the queen and not a crazy cult leader
Saeran bows before addressing the question
“My queen, this is the alleged foreigner who flooded the green valleys and convened with the hatter and his cohort of rebels“
“What?!? The flood, I can account for, but I never had a meeting with them! They even tried to capture me!“
“Silence! Did I ask you to speak, girl?“ she rises from her throne, walking in your direction
Handing her scepter to Saeran, she crouches down and holds you by the hair so that you are forced to look up at her
“I could order to have your head cut off right now, you insolent pest. But since you’re a feisty little thing, should I play with you first?“
She lets go of you and addresses her subjects
“What do you think? Should we play with her for a bit before severing her head? Hmm, I think I fancy a game of croquet right now. What do you think?“
“Off with her head!“ one of her subjects yells overhead
She smiles, her red, painted lips glistening in the light
“You heard what they said dear, off with your head,“ she says in a singsong voice
But just as the guards start to drag you away, the door bursts open and V walks in, but dressed as the king of Hearts this time
“Enough! I’ve let you corrupt my land long enough, my queen. I think it’s time I atone for my sins,“ he declares, unsheathing his blade.
No, don’t even go there. I know what you’re thinking, stop
“My king! Surely, you don’t mean…?“ you notice a fearful hint in her voice and she backs away as he advances to her
“Rabbit, break the scepter and take the girl back into the portal with you.“
“But your highness….“ Saeran hesitates, clutching the scepter to his chest
“NOW!!!“ he orders, and Saeran hurries to obey him
A portal opens as the scepter breaks, and Saeran pulls you up
The queen tries to make a run for it, but V anticipates her move and has the guards hold her
“V, come with us!!!“
He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does so
“I’d love to, MC, but that would disrupt the balance. As two enters the portal, so shall two come out from it.“
“I’m really sorry, MC. Tell Jumin… that I’m sorry and that I’m always watching over him. Farewell… and be safe.“
“I promise,“ you say, tears fogging your sight as you look at him a final time, before letting Saeran take you into the portal.
“MC! MC, are you alright?!?“
Your eyes fly open to see both brothers looking worriedly at you
“Cheshire… and White Rabbit? I… made it home?“
“See, Saeyoung? I told you she hit her head or something. I’m going to call an ambulance.“
“No, no, don’t call one! I’m fine, guys, really. Did V… make it?“
Both of them exchange surprised glances and Saeyoung gently strokes your hair.
“MC, have you forgotten? V’s been gone for three years now.“
“Oh. It must have been a dream then.“
“I don’t know what you were dreaming about, but it must’ve been weird. No, wait, don’t tell me. Can you sit up, noona?“
“I can. What happened anyway?“
“We don’t know either, but Saeran heard a loud sound and found you passed out in the kitchen. MC, were you trying to sneak out some of my chips again?“
“Of course not!“ you shout indignantly, but the force of your tone gives you a headache and you lie back down in Saeyoung’s lap.
“Wait there, I’m going to get you some ice for that,“ Saeran stands and makes his way to the kitchen, but you notice the bushy white tail peeking from under his shirt.
“Shh,“ Saeyoung winks and gives you one of his mischievous cheshire smiles.