#❂: truths we couldn't bear; not every day (asks)
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𝐛𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 ! - 𝐥.𝐜 🫧
daughter of aphrodite! reader x luke castellan 💘
summary- luke would carry the world on his shoulders for the approval of your mother
warnings- like two cuss words, feminine reader, one slight reference to sex (lukes a virgin lolol), not proofread (yet)
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You had always been the favorite of your mother, Aphrodite. With the way she frequently delivered extravagant gifts, ranging from beauty supplies to carefully crafted swords, it was clear you were granted special treatment from the typically vain goddess. Others grew envious of your glorious relationship, watching from afar as you had yet another conversation with her.
The unfortunate truth was that you worked your ass off to receive a fraction of affection from your mother. Waking up at the crack of dawn to get ready, biting your tongue as others gossiped about you, and training hours per day were just some of the cruel circumstances you had to endure in order to keep up your facade. Everything about you had to be seemingly perfect, which is hard to maintain when living in such harsh conditions.
Your ethereal beauty and charming personality gained the attention of many, making Aphrodite proud. However, no matter how many demigods asked you out, they were all politely declined. This wasn’t a personal choice, but instead one forcefully implemented by your mom.
Every camper knew of the strange rule the goddess had set for you. Not one soul would be allowed to take you on a date without her approval. Unfortunately for you, she was extremely strict and harsh when choosing. It was odd that the ruler of love would prevent her dearest kin from experiencing the joys of having a partner, but the gods did little with rationality.
During your weekly prayer one evening, you found yourself pondering why Aphrodite seemed to reject all suitors. Seeking answers, you broached the subject with her. In response, Aphrodite professed a desire for nothing but the best for you, her words punctuated by the subtle shifts in her mood. Intrigued by her cryptic response, you couldn't help but remain curious, uncertain whether she spoke the truth or spun another detailed tale.
Among the crowd of diligent campers who showered you with attention, there remained one who truly stood out. Luke Castellan, the offspring of Hermes, had harbored a profound admiration for you from the moment of your arrival. While others were fixated solely on your captivating exterior, he found himself drawn to the depths of your enchanting personality. Your passionate expression for the things that ignited your soul—be it delving into the mysteries of ancient artworks or nurturing the vibrant flower fields—held him spellbound.
One day, the immense ache in his lovelorn heart became too agonizing to bear. As the sun awoke from its slumber and you elegantly devoured a ripe pear, he asked you to follow him into the lush forest. Despite the slightly sketchy request, you obliged, trusting Luke with your whole heart.
"I hate to sound blunt, but why are we here again?" You queried, batting away pesky flies and dodging branches that lunged out intrusively.
"I'm determined to take you out," he proclaimed, his voice brimming with confidence, but you couldn't help but feel a twinge of doubt creep in as you cringed with uncertainty.
“Luke, you know how my mom feels-“
“Yeah, I know how your mom feels. But how do you feel?” He blurted, his coffee brown eyes staring deep into yours, and for a moment, you saw the deepest part of him that was hidden from the rest of the world.
“What’d mean?” You questioned him, trying to wrap your head around his statement, like it was a foreign concept for someone to ask how you perceived the situation.
“Do you wanna go out with me?” Luke whispered.
“I’d love to, but she-“ His response was accompanied by a light shake of his head, his voice gaining intensity as he delivered his next sentence with austerity.
“Tell me the truth. If Aphrodite wasn’t your mother, would you date me?”
Silence flooded the woods; it seemed even the birds stopped singing to hear your much-awaited response.
“Yes, I would.” You said it honestly, twiddling with your hands out of nervousness for your mother’s reaction.
“Okay then. I have a plan; don’t worry.” Luke interlocked your fingers, gently dragging you back to the pavilion with a grin plastered across his face.
As the day unfolded in its familiar rhythm, there was an intriguing twist: you found yourself stealing glances at Luke more frequently, your fondness for him blossoming rapidly. Anticipation brewed as you prayed for the success of whatever scheme Luke had concocted. Yet, the nagging suspicion of your mom’s disapproval gnawed at you, even if Luke was nicknamed the camp's "golden boy."
As dusk approached and dinner was served, the absence of Luke grasped your attention. The atmosphere lacked the presence of a couple other different Hermes offspring, too; the usual crowd at the wooden picnic tables was now missing. Brushing aside budding concerns, you settled beside your siblings, concealing any anxieties that threatened your composure.
You would have thought Hades took a visit to Cabin 11 with the way everyone was scrambling around. Dozens of clothes littered the floor, the room looking as if a freight train plowed through. Luke was in the center of the mess, eyebrows furrowed as he carefully examined his outfit options.
“A suit is definitely too much, right? I mean, I think it would be weird to go completely dressed out.” He started, with Chris standing next to him as they both pondered.
“Yeah, yeah. Ditch the suit.” His friend replied, tossing the crisp attire back into the closet.
“So do I wear the camp shirt or something else?” Luke interrogated the rest of the children.
“Camp shirt.” Chris said, but another older female camper chimed in.
“Obviously not. It’s a disgusting neon orange.” She declared, rolling her eyes.
“I think it makes him look devoted to the camp.” Chris defended.
“Oh please, it washes him out. Try this navy blue top.” The Hermes girl tossed a crinkled polo at him, turning away as he slipped the shirt on.
Luke looked in the mirror, pleased with his choice. All of his peers stared at him in judgment before coming to the conclusion that the deep blue suited him.
“Told you. Now hurry up. You can’t miss dinner.” She uttered, shooing him out of the packed cabin.
All eyes were focused on him as he walked to supper since he was out of the appropriate attire. He snagged his dinner, rushing to sit next to you.
“Cute shirt. A little late though; dinner's almost over.” You complimented, and the rest of your fashion-inclined siblings nodded in agreement. Luke felt his cheeks flush from your words and because of the overwhelming stares provided by campers.
“Thank you. I’m not really hungry anyway." He responded, which wasn’t a complete lie. His stomach was doing cartwheels as he counted down the minutes until the burnt offerings. As soon as the sound echoed through the air, he practically sprinted to be the first.
He slid almost all his food into the metal tin can (which he would definitely miss later that night when he went to bed hungry) and, with shaky hands, lit the dinner. The aroma of multiple dishes mixed into one and then set on fire was putrid, but luckily for Luke, that’s just what he needed to catch the attention of Aphrodite.
As she heard the pleads of the boy, who was begging for a conversation, and smelled the smoke, it was enough to send her spiraling down onto Earth. She was gorgeous—ten times prettier than any image Luke could have pictured in his head.
“I'm Luke Castellan.” He stumbled out nervously, but recollected and gathered his thoughts.
“I want to date your daughter, Y/N.” He declared, noticing the way the goddess looked away with anger.
“And before you say anything,” he continued, “I swear I have the best intentions.”
Aphrodite narrowed her eyes, inspecting him.
“I don’t know. Many boys just like you have claimed the same.” She spoke to him with such clarity.
“It’s different; I can promise you that. I’m a good kid.” He pleaded, growing desperate as he swallowed.
“You aren’t sounding much different than the children before you.” She replied, and Luke could tell she was about to walk away, so he did what he thought was best and blurted out what came to mind.
“I’ve never smoked, I pray to the gods every night, and to be honest, I rarely step foot out of camp. I’m healthy, I take care of myself, and I’m the best swordsman in camp—at least that’s what everyone says. I’m still a virgin, and I’ve never even glanced at another girl in any romantic way because the only one I have eyes for is your daughter. Please, ma’am.”
Aphrodite's eyebrows lifted, and her mouth agape at his sudden speil. She had to admit that it was quite impressive.
“Hm, I suppose you have made a compelling argument. I’ll let you take her out on one date, but only if it goes well will you be allowed to see her again. And she must approve of you.”
Luke smiled at her, letting out heavy breaths he didn't even know he was holding on to.
“Thank you so much. I can assure you, you won’t regret it.” He thanked the goddess, who just shrugged and left him in the dark forest. Too thrilled to care, he joyfully jogged back to the cabins, where his bunkmates patiently waited.
He shoved his way inside, panting, excitement bubbling within him. The air in the cabin seemed to crackle with anticipation as everyone turned their attention toward him, their eyes lit with curiosity, waiting for him to spill the details of what had transpired.
“She said yes!” Luke exclaimed, unable to contain the joy that surged through him. Instantly, the air was filled with the sound of cheers and joyous squeals, his friends erupting into a wave of celebratory exclamations.
“Well, sorta. As long as the first date goes okay,” Luke added, his enthusiasm slightly dampening as he lowered his head, a hint of uncertainty tainting the original exhilaration of his announcement. The cabin fell into a sudden hush, a sense of disappointment crushing the once great news.
“Then we better get to planning,” Chris interjected, lighting a spark of hope. Everyone returned to their primary delirium, huddling together to craft the picture perfect night.
Campers threw out ideas for the date on the spot, ranging from the location to his preferred mannerisms. His sisters used their experiences with being a women to instruct him on how to act, telling him what was considered acceptable and what to avoid. The rest of his siblings and friends scoped out the land, deciding on the perfect site.
After enduring the lengthy schooling, Luke stole a fleeting moment away from his lesson, his heart set on sharing the newfound momentous revelation with you. The bonfire raged on, campers swarming around it like hungry sharks. Old friendships were being rekindled, and new bonds were forming. Admits the social circle stood you, who laughed as you spoke to the Apollo kids.
With a grin that illuminated his features, Luke observed you from a distance, captivated by the infectious positivity that radiated from you. As you strayed away from the chaotic crowd, your eyes met his. His feet propelled him forward, drawing him towards you.
“Hey!” you greeted, your voice filled with genuine excitement as he approached.
“Hey! Guess what?” Luke's words tumbled out in a rush, his eagerness present as he awaited your reaction.
“What’s up?” you inquired, intrigued by his anxious body language.
“Your mom said yes,” Luke revealed, his expression a mix of anticipation and restrained enthusiasm.
“What?” you gasped, disbelief coloring your features before giving way to unbridled joy.
“She said yes!” Luke exclaimed, the thrill evident in his voice.
Excitement flourished within you, causing you to leap into his arms, angelic laughter filling the atmosphere as he lifted you up and spun you around. The cutesy scene hooked the attention of others, whispers beginning to travel.
Like a raging wildfire, Luke's announcement spread swiftly through the crowd, resonating with everyone within earshot. Within minutes, the joyous information spread through the gathering. Some were jealous, spreading rumors the moment they heard them, and some were just happy for the two.
Neither of you cared about the whispers and gossiping of those around you, their chatter fading into the background as you were enveloped in his warm embrace. The world seemed to melt away as he gently set you down, his touch lingering on your skin.
As you looked up into his eyes, time seemed to stand still, and the intensity of your love was reflected in the depths of his gaze. With each beat of your heart, you felt a surge of affection wash over you, your gaze softening as you looked upon him with adoration. There, in the depths of his eyes, you found comfort, a sanctuary from the chaos of the world outside.
"7 o'clock okay for tomorrow?" Luke's voice broke through the haze, jolting you back to the present moment. His words sent a tingle of anticipation coursing through your veins.
"Mhm," you murmured in response, your mind still lingering on the warmth of his touch, until a daughter of Demeter called you over, disrupting the spell cast by Luke. As you tore yourself away, a shiver raced down your spine, the absence of his soothing hands leaving you feeling strangely hollow.
In the darkness of the night, neither of you seemed able to sleep with the thought of each other prominent in your minds. Remembering all of the special moments you shared, even before today, summoned a mixture of emotions. If this date didn’t go according to plan, the memories would be permanently lost, drowned out by new experiences.
Eventually, Hypnos blessed you with a night’s rest, and before you knew it, it was 6 p.m., an hour before the long-awaited gathering with Luke. Your siblings were currently helping you get ready in the vast space that was the Aphrodite cabin.
"Do you know where he's taking you?" Urged your closest sister, her fingers deftly working through your hair as she leaned in.
Your heart fluttered with nervous excitement as you met her gaze in the mirror, uncertainty dancing in your eyes. "No, not really," you admitted with a sigh, feeling a knot of anticipation coiling in the pit of your stomach as you nervously tugged at your bottom lip with your teeth.
"Oh gods!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with a mixture of concern and determination as she dropped the task of defining your hair, her attention now fully focused on the impending dilemma. With a sense of urgency, she hurriedly crossed the room to her bustling closet, the sound of fabric rustling filling the air as she searched for the perfect outfit.
You watched her with amusement, as she rummaged through her collection.
With a triumphant exclamation, she emerged from the depths of her closet, a victorious smile gracing her lips as she presented you with a selection of carefully curated outfits. "I'm sure we can find something that'll work," she declared with confidence, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she began to lay out the options before you.
She presented you with a breathtaking spring dress, its delicate fabric decorated with teensy flowers. You ran your fingers over the dainty material, embracing its beauty.
"It's perfect," you breathed in awe, your voice barely above a whisper, as you marveled at the garment.
"I know, right!" she exclaimed, her excitement infectious as she twirled around in delight. "This is so exciting! Your first date!" she continued, her words bubbling with enthusiasm as she continued to fuss over your appearance.
You attempted to summon a smile, but despite your best efforts, the flicker of unease in your eyes did not go unnoticed by your sister. She gently squeezed your hand, a silent gesture of support and reassurance.
"What's wrong?" She questioned you softly, her hands pausing in their task of arranging your hair as she turned to look at you through the expansive vanity mirror.
"It's nothing, really. Just... anxious, I guess," you replied, your gaze dropping to the floor as you struggled to find the right words to express the complexity of your thoughts.
"Hey, it'll go great. And if not, there's a long line of suitors out there waiting for you," she reassured you, her voice filled with warmth and understanding, "so I'm sure Mom would approve of at least one of them."
"But I don't want it to be them," you confessed, your voice shaky as you admitted your true feelings. "I want it to be Luke."
She slightly frowned, grabbing your head and leaning into you. You shut your eyes to block the tears, discovering a place of love in her arms. A sudden knock on the wood door interrupted the warmth of silence.
She hopped up with eager anticipation, practically skipping to the door to greet Luke. As she opened it, you seized the opportunity to slip into the closet and change into the dress she had requested.
Luke stood on the doorstep, his hands fidgeting with a bouquet of ethereal flowers, their petals shimmering in the sunlight. A hint of uncertainty flickered in his eyes as he glanced around, searching for you.
"Uh, is Y/N here?" he asked, his voice laced with nervousness as he scratched the back of his head.
"Yes, she is," your friend replied, her tone firm, her gaze locking onto Luke's with determination. "But before you go any further, I need to warn you. You must take excellent care of her, no matter what. Because if you don't, I'll come find you personally."
“I promise.” He stuck out his pinky, interlocking it with hers to signify an agreement he would uphold. Stepping outside the cramped enclosure, you checked your reflection and headed towards the door.
"Hi!" you exclaimed, your voice ringing out into the air, breaking through the awkward tension that had settled between the two of them. Luke's shoulders visibly relaxed as he turned to face you, a sigh of relief escaping his lips upon noticing your presence.
"Hey." He whispered softly, capturing in the sight of you standing before him, your captivating looks leaving him momentarily speechless. You smiled, threading your arm between his and escaping the cabin.
"I brought you these." Luke stated, his voice tinged with admiration as he handed you the colorful floral arrangement. You accepted the bouquet with a grateful smile, the fragrance of the flowers filling the air as you gently wafted them in your hand.
"Thank you," you replied sincerely, touched by his thoughtful gesture, "they're beautiful."
Lost in conversation, you continued hiking together, the winding path leading you deeper into the heart of the forest.
Unbeknownst to you, Luke had a destination in mind, his steps purposeful as he guided you along the trail . The scenery around you shifted, the dense foliage giving way to a small deserted landscape.
Atop the grassy bank, a thick picnic blanket lay spread out, its vibrant colors contrasting beautifully with the lush greenery that surrounded it. An assortment of fruits and treats adorned the blanket, ranging from juicy strawberries to decadent chocolates.
As you settled onto the blanket, the soft fabric cushioning your every movement, you couldn't help but marvel at the breathtaking scenery that unfolded before you. Stretching out into the distance was the icy blue lake, its surface shimmering in the golden light of the sun, which peeked over the horizon as if to witness the magic of the moment.
As the minutes flew by, the loud croaking of cicadas immersed and the sky gradually transformed into a canvas of twinkling stars.
Wrapped in Luke's arms, you felt a sense of peace wash over you, the worries and uncertainties of the day melting away.
In that moment, as you lay together under the vast starlit sky, you felt a profound connection to Luke. A realization that filled you with a sense of joy and contentment, knowing that you were exactly where you were meant to be.
Whether your mom approved of your relationship or not (spoiler alert: she did), it didn't matter. What mattered was that you were with Luke, and in his arms, protected from the surrounding cruel world.
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DON'T DO THIS 💍
Husband's best man!Joel Miller x f!reader
Summary: He loves you and he can't bear the possibility of seeing you marry another man
Warnings: angst, cheating, unrequited love, mentions of smut
A/N: idk besties, I came up with the idea of a short drabble because of this picture as it gives serious Joel Miller vibes, but not just any kind of Joel Miller, it gives me best man at a wedding Joel Miller kinda vibes 🤩😜
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“Please don't do this”
Joel's voice made you jump even if his tone was low, just a little bit more than a humble whisper, making you snap back into reality and turn around to face him.
“What are you doing here, Joel?! You were supposed to be at the altar now, right next to my fiance!” you replied in an urgent, almost annoyed tone.
Joel shouldn't be there, it wasn't his place to be, he was nothing more than your soon-to-be husband's best man, he shouldn't just barge into the room where you'd spent the last few hours getting ready for your wedding, where you'd put on your wedding dress, done your hair and makeup. It was invasive, not only that, it was heartbreaking and tempting. He was a man, a real one, he was broad and strong, he shouldn't be looking at you the way he was; sad and disappointed eyes as he took a step further and placed his hands on your side, locking you in a grip you didn't actually want to break free from, but you knew you had to.
“I thought I could do it, I thought I could watch you marrying him, but I can't, darling, I want you for myself, I know I'm selfish and I have no right to ask you this, but please, don't do this..”
“Joel, what we did… it was a one time thing, I shouldn't have happened, it wasn't right, I cheated on my fiance with you to begin with… I was upset and you were there, you held me and made me feel better. It was special, but it was wrong” you could see the way his face fell, he wanted you, he was willing to give you anything if you stepped out of that crazy idea of getting married and finally stayed with him. Joel wasn't stupid, he was well aware of the fact he didn't have much to offer, but he could give you his heart and all the love he felt for you. The love he gathered through the years, ever since his friend introduced you to him. He tried really hard to let go of that feeling, to play it off as a silly crush, a passing crush, but it was impossible. All Joel could think of was you. Your eyes, your smile, your voice, how beautiful and intelligent you were; suddenly, that man who swore he would never let any other woman break his heart, saw himself at your feet. Allowing you to break his heart a little bit every single day without even knowing. He just watched you from afar, loving you, knowing the man you'd chosen wouldn't treat you as good as Joel would. He wanted you and it killed him he couldn't have you.
You, on the other hand, didn't dismiss Joel from your life. Since the day you met, you were taken aback by the fact he was handsome, gentle, sweet, hard-working and it still baffled you a man like himself wasn't taken; you had a soft spot for Joel, he was attractive, but at the same time you were engaged, your fiance was Joel's friend and absolutely nothing would ever come from that.
Until the night you showed up knocking on his door; you weren't proud of that, it shouldn't have happened. But when you saw your fiance walking through the door covered in glitter and smelling like cheap perfume, you knew something had happened in that bachelor party. You weren't a jealous type, but things had a limit and you were certain it had gone way beyond a simple stripper lap dance. No matter how many times you questioned him, even if he wasn't that drunk, you knew your fiance wouldn't tell you the truth, there was only one man who wouldn't falter being honest with you.
Joel Miller.
So when Joel saw you standing in front of him, mascara smeared down your eyes as you blinked away tears, showing him all the hurt you felt after being played by your fiance, he had no doubts. That motherfucker didn't deserve you, he did. So he tried his best to show you he could be good for you, he could be what you were missing out, the way he held you that night, how you asked him for more and more. He stayed between your legs for what it felt like forever and it wasn't enough for him; he wanted to taste you for the rest of his life.
When dawn came, so did reality shattering him once more, you had got dressed and left, asking him not to call you again, which he did, against all his will. But when he saw the opportunity of seeing you again before you could make the worst mistake of your life, he didn't hesitate. Seeing you in a wedding dress was certainly bittersweet. He loved and dreaded that sight in the same intensity. You looked perfect, but you weren't his.
“You don't love him, you know that, it's not too late. You can be happy, you know I can make you happy, all I ask for is a chance and nothing more”
His hand stroked your cheek as you tried hard to fight the desire you felt for him. What if you simply dropped everything behind and went with Joel?! Would it be too bad? For once not looking back and focusing on your happiness first?! You wish you could do it, but unfortunately it was impossible.
“I'm sorry Joel, but no, I won't don't this”
You said and watched pure disappointment in his eyes, the way his hands let go of your body and he nodded, pursing his lips. The rejection stung so hard he didn't think it was possible, but he couldn't force you into loving him. He wished you good luck in nothing more than a whisper and left you, without looking back.
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“i know you are lying” with Charles Leclerc x teenage daughter!reader. maybe the reader gets caught underage drinking or something and it leads to a big fight.
Charles Leclerc X teenage daughter!reader
I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the clock on the wall as it ticked away the minutes. It was well past midnight, and every sound seemed to echo louder in the silence of the house. My heart raced with each passing moment, knowing that any minute now, my dad would walk through that door. And when he did, he'd find out the truth. The truth I'd been desperately trying to hide.
I took another sip of water, trying to calm my nerves. But the knot in my stomach only tightened with each passing second. I knew I had messed up big time this time. The party had seemed like a good idea at the time, a chance to hang out with friends and forget about the stress of school for a while. But now, as I sat there, waiting for the inevitable confrontation, I realized just how wrong I had been.
The door creaked open, and I tensed, my heart pounding in my chest. My dad stepped into the kitchen, his expression tired and worn from a long day at work. But as soon as his eyes landed on me, they narrowed, and I knew there was no escaping it now.
"What are you doing up?" he asked, his voice calm but tinged with suspicion.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, avoiding his gaze. "Just couldn't sleep," I mumbled, hoping he'd buy the lie.
But he didn't. He knew me too well for that.
"I know you're lying," he said, his tone firm.
I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of guilt pressing down on me. "Dad, I—" I started, but he held up a hand, cutting me off.
"I got a call tonight," he said, his voice heavy with disappointment. "From the police."
My heart dropped into my stomach, and I felt sick. I had hoped against hope that nobody would find out, that I could sweep it under the rug and pretend like it never happened. But now, faced with the reality of my actions, I knew there was no escaping it.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Do you have any idea how worried I was?" he asked, his voice softening slightly.
I shook my head, unable to meet his gaze.
"You're underage, y/n," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "You shouldn't have been drinking in the first place."
"I know," I whispered, feeling the weight of my mistake bearing down on me.
He sighed again, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I just don't understand why you felt like you had to lie to me," he said, his voice tinged with hurt.
"I didn't want to disappoint you," I admitted, the tears now streaming freely down my cheeks.
He pulled me into a tight hug, and for a moment, I let myself believe that maybe everything would be okay. But then reality came crashing back down around me, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a long and difficult conversation.
"We'll talk about this more in the morning," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
I nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the mess I had made. Maybe, just maybe, we could work through this together. But one thing was for certain: I would never forget the look of disappointment in my dad's eyes when he said those four simple words.
"I know you're lying."
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After finally getting around to watching Kill The Moon I was very much surprised, pleasantly in fact.
While the abortion metaphor is 100% a valid reading you can make of the story, I don't buy it being the true conflict and message of the episode. Knowing that apparently Peter Harness didn't intend this to be an abortion metaphor, I can let it pass as what is probably a writer's political views subconsciously leaking into the script.
Judging the story literally and not metaphorically. It's about choosing if it's right/worth to kill an innocent being to save the lives of many.
This is literally the trolley problem.
Then you remember that this episode works as a sort of prelude for Mummy On The Orient Express and the true intentions of this episode come to light.
This is a story about having no "good choices", about taking risks when you aren't sure what's going to happen.
Clara is put way more in a bad light than what most people say. Clara is left speechless and with no counter arguments to what Lundwik argues and concedes to letting earth decide. When she finally pushes the button it was clearly a sudden and irrational move.
Clara outright says she didn't know what was going to happen, that she wasn't planning to press the button. Clara didn't make this choice because of knowing what was for the best, she did it because she couldn't bear the weight of intentionally killing an innocent being. She gambled, she took a leap of faith and it paid off.
Beyond the choice itself. Another big aspect of the episode is why The Doctor put Clara in this situation.
The Doctor is lonely. Everybody knows that. But even when companions are close to him, he still feels alone because there's nobody in the universe like him.
He can relate to some, but there's always a thing or two getting in the way (for example Time Lords being dead). So he craves, he strongly craves for someone like him. When The Doctor is asked why he wants to rehabilitate Missy a big reason he gives is the fact she is the only person somewhat similar to him.
The Doctor desires someone he can relate to so badly it makes him want to redeem the person who destroyed 1/4 of the universe.
And now in an adventure with her he finds a situation in which they have to decide if they are willing to stop the birth of a living being to save the lives of many? That sounds familiar.
Just like Nine brought Rose to the future so she could also experience what it's like seeing your planet explode and be the last member of your species, Twelve put Clara in this situation so she could experience what it's like to be the one who makes the big choices.
The Doctor all the time makes decisions that affect the lives of many. Decisions that most of the time he isn't sure if they will work. He risks it all every day. It brings him a lot of pain but he feels forced to do it because he thinks no one else can. He always has to save humanity because he thinks none of them could do what he does.
This... Sadly brings out the uncomfortable truth. Which is that The Doctor does look down upon humans. Don't get me wrong, he adores them, he would give it all to be like them. But he is aware that he considers himself superior to humanity, which is a side of him he (usually) tries to keep in check.
Humanity is for The Doctor what animals are for humanity. We love animals, we admire what they can do and even envy them in some areas, but we still don't consider them as capable, as intelligent as us.
This side of The Doctor can be seen as far back as the first episode of the revival. Calling humans stupid apes, and describing them as a species on it's first baby steps. Because of it, he wants them to be better, he knows how amazing they can and will be and wants them to achieve their potential.
What I'm getting at is that he feels like he is the only one who has to make the big choices, he feels alone taking that burden. But at the same time, he likes it, he enjoys taking these decisions, and he would be more than pleased to have someone right by his side taking them as well.
This is about nurturing Clara into becoming something greater. In his eyes, this means stop being a little human and grow to be the tiniest little bit similar to him.
All of this makes me remember that one moment in The End Of Time Part 2.
The Doctor said humans look like giants, he never said they look bigger than him.
#ramblings#doctor who#nuwho#12th doctor#the twelfth doctor#clara oswald#whouffaldi#whouffle#twelveclara#kill the moon
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𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗶 𝘆𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗶 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
╹synopsis :: he finally decided to confess his feelings to you — his best friend.
╹contents :: fem!reader, i tried to make it angst? heartbreak, one-sided, some things are better untold
╹notes :: i tried my best !! hope you like it!
Today is they day, it's marked on the calendar in his room next to the figures of football players. No taking backs, he got this. Isagi Yoichi have everything under control. He will finally confess to you after all those years spent together as best friends — words which started to leave a bitter taste in his mouth after he introduced you to his friends from Blue Lock.
You are his closest friend, someone he trusts and cares deeply for. But lately, for the past few months, his feelings for you had started to develop into something more, and he couldn't take the teasing remarks from Bachira and Chigiri either, saying how he is a coward wasting his chance.
Isagi glanced at the calendar in his room, then at his phone staring at the time, his heart pounding like it's going to explode at any given moment. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say countless times, but now, as he prepared to finally do it, and as the time drew near for your weekly hang out — he became more and more anxious.
As he made his way to meet you, he couldn't help but feel extremely nervous. What if you didn't feel the same way? What if this ruins your friendship?
But he pushed those thoughts aside, determined to finally be honest with himself and with you. Because today is going to be a good day.
He entered the cafe, the doorbell ringing signaling his entry as you greeted him with a smile from the table you two usually sit. You looked happy, drinking from the hot chocolate you had ordered, as he saw another cup of chocolate — you always order for him too, because he tends to be a little bit late sometimes.
"Yoichi, I have something to tell you!" you began, your voice filled with excitement, as blush started to creep on your cheeks, God you are so pretty, "I have something to tell you too." he replied putting his phone on top of the table as began to sip from the sweet drink.
"Remember when we couldn't see eachother in the weekends because I traveled a lot, right?" you questioned as Isagi's heart raced at your words, you would probably tell him about your vacations and how was your stay there. He nodded, "Yeah, I remember," Isagi replied, the weight of his confession was getting heavier every single second. As you continued sharing memories of weekends spent apart, he couldn't deny the fact that today was definitely going to be different.
He took a deep breath, finally deciding that it's time, "Y/N I li—" only to be met with unexpected words from you. The excitement in your voice revealing the final strike, "I'm in a relationship with Rin, for two months now," you confessed, as your smile only grew wider from the mention of his name. "I have been visiting his hometown, I should take you there sometime, it's so beautiful."
The bitterness of the word "friendship" returned, and his rehearsed lines crumbled in his mind, you can say a cat got his tongue.
Isagi's world seemed to crumble around him as he forced a smile, "Oh..." he laughed nervously, oh indeed, how are you supposed to answer when you just got rejected without even confessing? "Congratulations, Y/N. I'm so happy for you!" congratulating you while his heart shattered into a million pieces. He couldn't bear to tell you the truth now, not when you seem to like Rin instead.
"Thank you, Yo-chan!" you answered while looking at him, but the love eyes were already reserved for someone else. "So what did you wanted to tell me?"
"Ah, nothing important..." he wanted to bury himself in a hole and never see the light again, it felt awful, every beat of his heart echoes the ache of loss, and every thought circles back to what could have been if he confessed sooner "The game we talked about last week was just released. I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come to my house to play."
"Of course! I already picked the character I would like to play with."
So he kept his feelings buried deep inside, like a unsolved puzzle leaving him to put it together silently on his own, to collect the broken pieces knowing that no matter what, you will always choose Itoshi Rin. And he would always be just your friend, your dear best friend Isagi Yoichi.
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&. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( dialogue prompts taken from episodes 3 & 4 ( "tell no tales" & "the pirates are coming" ) of the netflix live action one piece series. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )
❛ when are you gonna stop wasting your life? it's pathetic. ❜
❛ it's our jolly roger. every pirate crew has to have one. and now we do! ❜
❛ why did i have to get dragged along for this? ❜
❛ you think you can do anything i can't do? ❜
❛ i was just... i was trying to help. ❜
❛ you got to be kidding me. that clown was worth 15 million berry. we should've stuffed his head in a bag and brought it with us. ❜
❛ who would pay you that bounty anyway? you're kind of a wanted man yourself now. ❜
❛ well, it's about time one of my sorry excuses for a supporting cast showed up. ❜
❛ arlong wants a word. ❜
❛ well, you can tell arlong... that i don't take requests. ❜
❛ how much do these cost? ❜
❛ if you have to ask, you can't afford it. ❜
❛ listen. we are going to need something a little less flashy if we want to sneak out of here. ❜
❛ you want to steal a ship? ❜
❛ a ship is not just a ship. it's a part of our crew. ❜
❛ real beauty, huh? ❜
❛ wait! wait! wait! i can help you. ❜
❛ our experiences don't define us. it's what we gain from them that matters. you learned, and you survived. ❜
❛ we've had this discussion. you mustn't show up unannounced. ❜
❛ have you come to tell me another story? i do love hearing about your adventures. ❜
❛ when are you ever going to get the opportunity to wear things this nice? ❜
❛ all this stuff. all this space. it's gotta make a person feel... lonely. ❜
❛ i know i can be a tad overprotective at times, but it's just because i couldn't bear to think what i would do were something to happen to you. ❜
❛ have we met before? you look familiar. ❜
❛ being a pirate has been my dream for as long as i can remember. and i'm finally making it a reality. ❜
❛ i'm sorry. am i interrupting something? ❜
❛ is this the best way to ask for an autograph? ❜
❛ i'm here to remind you of your place in the food chain. ❜
❛ you bore me, clown. ❜
❛ so we're friends now? you don't even know me. ❜
❛ wo what do we do now? have a sleepover? do each other's makeup? ❜
❛ i don't want your pity. ❜
❛ have you ever lost anyone close to you? ❜
❛ you're not very good at this friends thing, are you? ❜
❛ you don't think she, like, like likes me, do you? ❜
❛ if you're gonna talk about feelings, i'm really gonna need a drink. ❜
❛ i knew i'd seen your face somewhere. on a wanted poster. ❜
❛ i guess some fruit gets so bruised, it can't help but to be rotten at the core. ❜
❛ let's fight with real blades to see who's best. ❜
❛ but if you want to beat me, you'd better be ready to kill me. ❜
❛ i don't think you know what the truth is anymore. ❜
❛ i'm done running. i'm not leaving your side. not until i know you're safe. ❜
❛ if we stay here, we die. we have to leave now. ❜
❛ two swords not enough? maybe you should've brought more. ❜
❛ if you just give up, what has all our training been for? ❜
❛ let's fight every day. we'll keep getting better and stronger until one of us becomes the greatest. ❜
❛ you'd do that for me? ❜
❛ now, i need you to be strong so we can get out of here. ❜
❛ a dead pirate weighs the same as a live one. ❜
❛ let's not make this more difficult than it need be, hmm? ❜
❛ you'll never get a peaceful night's rest because someone's always waiting to slit your throat. ❜
❛ i've killed more crewmates than i care to remember. they're expendable. every single one of them. ❜
❛ being a pirate is not about raiding villages or perfect plans. it's about adventure. and freedom. ❜
❛ you gave up on your dream. no one who does that can ever call themselves a pirate. ❜
❛ i'll see you again someday. ❜
❛ from now on, it's all gonna be smooth sailing. ❜
❛ you had to open your mouth. ❜
#one piece#opla#sentence starters#roleplay memes#roleplay starters#rp memes#inbox memes#rp starters#dialogue prompts#ask memes#tv
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unintentional mystery
Summary - The mysterious Sherlock Holmes has unintentionally been keeping his biggest secret from everyone: you.
"John!" Sherlock called urgently from the dining room. "John!" He continued insistently as he fixed his scarf around his neck. "John!" He yelled once more, this time knocking on the bathroom door.
"For Pete's sake, what are you doing at my house, how did you get in!" The bathroom door swung open, revealing an angry John wrapped in shower towels.
"Key's anger the doormat. Oldest trick in the playbook. You told me about it."
"I never told you where my key was!"
"Not with your words." Sherlock rolled his eyes knowingly. "Can we go now? The truth awaits."
"A new case? Alright, give me five minutes and-" John sighed, hurrying to his bedroom.
"I'll meet you there." Sherlock shouted, leaving the house.
"Fascinating. Isn't it?" Sherlock asked John, leaning closer to the crime scene.
"A gutted corpse? Not really." John replied. And to think he was so close to becoming Sherlock Holmes' roommate. At the very last minute, though, John had found a cheap comfortable place just around the corner. Nothing stopped Sherlock from involving John in his every move.
Seeing him in the distance, you and your colleague Greg approached the familiar faces. "Mr Holmes, you have arrived." Lestrade pointed out.
"Clever deduction Inspector, what gave it away?" He replied wittily.
"Pleasant, as always." You remarked sarcastically.
"Shut up y/n, you couldn't bear this job without me."
"Mr. Watson," You chimed in, ignoring the curly-haired detective. "pleased to finally meet you. Sherlock has said loads of wonderful things about you." You revealed, stretching your hand towards John.
He shook your hand, quite puzzled. "He is capable of that?"
"Well, not really...it's more that he hasn't affronted you as much as he usually does to people. It's as far as it goes, I'd be proud if I were you." You smiled, amused. "I am y/n, I'm the coroner affiliated with this case." You explained to the former doctor. "Oh, and try to solve it within a couple hours dear, would you?" You asked Sherlock, slowly stroking his covered arm.
"Nonsense! Take your time Sherlock, we all are having such a great time. Aren't we?" Lestrade winked at you, to which you had to keep yourself from making a disgusted face. He wasn't a bad man, he just wasn't your man. You nodded, fake smiling to your colleague before turning to Sherlock.
"Hurry." You almost threatened.
"Why? Got plans?" He asked, almost annoyed. 'Maybe even jealous' John thought.
"Not really. But-"
"Then you won't mind joining me for dinner." He cut you off wittily. "We'll raise a toast to my ability to solve a case of this complexity in just 'a couple of hours'." He proposed, still not taking his eyes off the scene.
'Okay, wait. Is Sherlock actually- flirting?' John thought again.
"Ask me again when you've cracked this." You replied with a smirk. You turned around, starting to walk away, when the genius' voice had you stopped in your tracks.
"It was his wife. After stealing his wedding ring, she must've sold it. Probably online. The one he's wearing is not authentic, and the tie is undone, which means he wasn't actually coming back from work but rather, given the lipstick stain, from an encounter with his mistress. The woman must've found out. It's a jealousy crime." Sherlock said in one breath. "Care to join me now?" He asked with a satisfied smirk, actually looking straight into your eyes for the first time since he had arrived.
"How could I refuse?" You chuckled.
"Well, well...it appears this is my lucky day." Sherlock commented, pulling you in by the waist to stamp a kiss on your lips. You felt your cheeks getting warmer, and a smile creeping onto your face.
"I'll see you at home." You pecked him again before catching up to Lestrade and the rest of the team.
"Okay." John tried to keep his composure, but miserably failed. "What is going on here?"
"I thought I had been clear enough. A jealousy crime. Although money was evidently involved in-"
"Not that! Why did you kiss Y/N? And why was she kay with it?"
"Well John, don't you kiss your wife?" He asked, starting to walk away.
"A wife?!" John asked in disbelief. "What's next? I'll find out you have kids? A mistress?"
"Oh no" Sherlock chuckled. "If I had a mistress, I probably would have ended up like him by now." Sherlock replied, pointing back at the victim of the case he had just solved.
"Will you advice me a nice place for today's dinner?" Sherlock added. "I need something special for our second anniversary."
"YOU'VE BEEN MARRIED TWO YEARS?!"
#sherlock imagine#bbc sherlock#john watson#sherlock x reader#bbc sherlock x reader#benedict cumberbatch#martin freeman
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Unholy
The summer breeze drifted through the open window, carrying the sweet scent of flowers and the hum of distant laughter. The setting sun cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating the space where Natasha Romanoff and I lay tangled in the sheets. I never thought I would be here, lying in the arms of the woman I had admired for years. And yet, the secret we shared was even darker than the desires that had brought us together.
Natasha's hand traced along my arm, her touch feather-light, and I sighed, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against mine. "Y/N," she whispered, her voice husky with desire, "You have to know that this can't continue."
I felt a pang in my chest at her words. I knew she was right, but I couldn't help but crave her touch, her affection, and her passion. "I know, Natasha," I murmured, my eyes meeting hers in a silent plea for understanding. "But it's just so...unholy."
A faint smile played on her lips as she leaned in, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. The taste of her lips and the feel of her body against mine were intoxicating, and I couldn't help but lose myself in the moment.
As we lay there, tangled in each other's arms, I couldn't help but think of Mike, Natasha's son. The truth was, I was in a relationship with him, and he had no idea that his mother and I were entwined in this sinful passion. My heart ached with guilt and desire, the lines between right and wrong blurring in my mind.
Natasha pulled away from the kiss, her emerald eyes searching mine. "Y/N, you're in love with my son," she stated softly, the pain in her voice evident. "I can't keep doing this to him, and neither can you."
I knew she was right, but the thought of ending this connection between us was too much to bear. I didn't want to lose Mike, but letting go of Natasha seemed impossible as well. "I love him," I admitted, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions. "But I can't help the way I feel about you, either."
Natasha sighed, her fingers tangling in my hair as she rested her forehead against mine. "I can't keep you both," she murmured, her voice filled with sorrow. "I won't ask you to choose, Y/N. But we can't keep going like this."
As the sun dipped below the horizon and the room filled with shadows, I knew that our unholy union was doomed to end in heartbreak. But for now, I allowed myself to drown in the passion that burned between us, knowing that the fire would eventually consume us all.
Days passed since the last time I had seen Natasha, and I tried to focus on my relationship with Mike. He was kind, caring, and undeniably handsome, but every time we were together, my thoughts would drift back to his mother. My heart ached with the weight of the secret we shared, and I couldn't ignore the burning desire I felt for her any longer.
One evening, as the sun began to set, I decided to take a walk to clear my head. The wind rustled through the trees, carrying whispers of my guilt and longing. As I wandered, my feet carried me to Natasha's doorstep, almost as if they were guided by some unseen force.
My heart hammered in my chest as I raised my hand to knock on the door. I knew I had to tell her the truth, no matter how much it hurt. The door opened, and there stood Natasha, her emerald eyes filled with surprise and a hint of desire.
"Y/N," she murmured, her voice soft and uncertain. "What are you doing here?"
I hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. "Natasha, I... I need to talk to you."
She nodded, stepping aside to let me in. We moved to the living room, the silence between us heavy with unspoken emotions. I took a deep breath, preparing to confess my feelings.
"Natasha, I've been thinking about everything that's happened between us," I began, my voice shaking. "And I realized... I'm in love with you."
Her eyes widened, and she looked at me with a mixture of shock and hope. "Y/N..."
"I know it's wrong," I continued, my heart racing. "I know I should be with Mike, but I can't help the way I feel about you. I've tried to ignore it, but I can't do it anymore."
Natasha stared at me for a long moment, her eyes searching my face for any hint of doubt. "Do you really mean that?" she asked, her voice barely audible.
I nodded, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. "Yes, Natasha. I love you."
A myriad of emotions flickered across her face before she finally stepped forward, closing the distance between us. Her lips met mine in a passionate, desperate kiss, our shared love and desire burning like wildfire.
As we pulled away, our breaths mingling in the space between us, Natasha whispered, "We can't keep living like this, Y/N. We have to tell Mike the truth."
I knew she was right, and the thought of confessing everything to Mike terrified me. But I couldn't bear to live a lie any longer. With a determined nod, I agreed. "We'll tell him, Natasha. Together."
Because, in the end, love is a force that defies reason and logic. It's an all-consuming fire that can illuminate the darkest corners of our souls, even as it threatens to burn us to ashes.
In the end, love is a paradox, a beautiful, terrifying, and powerful force that can both save us and destroy us. It's a dance between light and darkness, a never-ending battle between good and evil.
And, for Natasha and me, it's a journey that we will continue to walk together, hand in hand, through the shadows and into the light.
#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x fem!reader#natasha romanoff imagine#black widow x reader#natasha romanov#natalia alianovna romanova#scarlett johansson#black widow#natalia romanova#scarlett johansson x reader
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𝚄𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙺𝚒𝚖 𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐)
Synopsis: You and Taehyung have been dating for a few months now and he introduced you to his best friend, Bada. They treat each other like how a brother and sister would. The only problem is you and Bada fell in love with each other but couldn't bear the thought of hurting Taehyung with the truth
Warnings: Cheating, language, and angst
(A/N: @cynicallover this song is so good 💯💯 thank you so much for recommending this. Also to bts fans, pls don't murder me 🥹🥹)
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"Baby this Bada, one of my closest friend if not the closest. She's like a sister to me and I hope you guys get along." Taehyung introduced you to his best friend, Bada Lee and you smiled, shaking her hand. You couldn't deny that Bada is gorgeous. She's got that feminine yet masculine vibe going on that really intrigued you.
"Tae you didn't tell me Y/N is this pretty!" Bada says and playfully nudged your boyfriend who only laughed. You could feel your cheeks heat up at Bada's comment and it was at that moment that you knew your life will be in a spiral. You couldn't explain why but there's this little voice at the back of your head just screaming how good looking Bada is and you just want to be with her all the time. You knew it was wrong because you have Taehyung but you couldn't help it.
Bada would often hang out with you and Taehyung that it became a regular thing. You found yourself being excited whenever she comes over which definitely isn't right. Your boyfriend didn't suspect anything, just happy that his girlfriend and best friend are really getting along. You felt guilty and angry at yourself for being like this. You already have a boyfriend yet you're attracted to his best friend.
"Baby, I need to go for a few days but don't worry, I asked Bada to come over so you'll have someone to talk to and hang out with. Love you." Taehyung says and kissed you though it didn't feel like it used to. You didn't felt butterflies when he kissed you, you barely felt anything at all when he's being sweet with you.
"Be safe, okay? And try to enjoy yourself even when I'm not there. Love you." you smiled at him, trying to hide the guilt that you're feeling for being the way that you are right now. Once he left, you plopped down on the couch so you can reflect on what the hell is wrong with you and why you're so attracted to your boyfriend's best friend. You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't hear Bada come in and set the box of pizza down the coffee table until she nudged you.
"You alright?" She asks and you shook your head, sighing before looking at her. You and her are alone together for who knows how many days and you want to get things off your chest. Maybe what she's about to hear will make her want to leave or she can help you with the issue you currently have. You just want to talk to someone and what's better than talking to the source of your problem, right?
"Bada, we need to talk." you told her and she looked like she's seen this coming. She sat down beside you and looked down on her lap, as if she was waiting for you to start attacking her.
"I know I shouldn't have, Y/N but I couldn't resist, okay? You're just way too beautiful, too kind, too sweet. I couldn't help but fall for you even though you're my best friend's girl. Every time you guys are acting all sweet, I silently wish that I was him. That I was the one receiving all your sweetness, was the one to make you laugh and smile like that.." Bada's confession stunned you. So she felt the same way as you do. This made things more complicated than it already is. You and Bada had fallen in love with each other but is ridden with guilt because of Taehyung.
"What? So all this time you hang out with us.. Oh Bada.. What do we do now?" you groaned and just buried your face on the throw pillow. You wanted to follow your heart and be with Bada but you also couldn't bring yourself to hurt Taehyung like this. Leaving him for his best friend? That's some fucked up shit you didn't want anyone to go through.
You and Bada tried to come up with ways to try and get this messy situation under control but the both of you couldn't come up with anything until Taehyung came home. You were feeling super stressed out and was just trying to cheer yourself up with some music. You shared Ur best friend by Kiana Ledé ft. Kehlani on your ig story, not thinking much about it before taking a nap to get your mind off things. When you woke up, your notifications is going crazy. Apparently, when Bada saw your ig story, she posted a video of herself dancing to the song. Taehyung's fans and your worst critics began attacking you relentlessly, speculating that you're cheating on Taehyung with Bada. Which isn't true but it felt like it was since you are in love with Bada.
Taehyung wanted to defend you so bad but he did noticed things about you that changed ever since Bada arrived. He pieced all of it together and even if it pains him, he decided to let you go. He's pissed off but what can he really do? Your heart belongs to someone else now and he knows that Bada will take good care of you.
"Y/N hey.. You don't have to cry, it's okay baby.. I know that it's been hard for you processing your feelings and I know it must be hard for you to be in this kind of situation because me and Bada are best friends. I'm not gonna say that I'm not mad because I am but you know that what matters to me is you're happy. If she makes you happy, then go be with her. I will try my best on my end to get the fans to back off. Know that I love you so much and wants nothing but the best for you. You're free now, Y/N." the talk you had with Taehyung is the most heartbreaking yet the most liberating experience you have ever experienced. You sobbed and hugged him. Taehyung didn't deserve this, he's way too good of a guy but the situation is beyond your control. There's only so much you can do.
"I'm sorry, Tae.. I'm really sorry.. I didn't want any of this to happen. I don't deserve you, you're way too good.. I'm really sorry." you kept apologizing while he just held you close. He was hurting, he wouldn't deny that but he knows how much it hurt you. You're the one who's in the middle and receiving the harshest criticism for something that's out of your control. The only fault you had is you fell in love with your boyfriend's best friend.
"I know, Y/N.. I completely understand and it's okay. You, me and Bada are still friends.." he says and ruffles your hair playfully. He helped you calm down and even helped you pack your belongings so you can move back to your apartment.
"Bada, please take good care of her. You know how much I loved her." Taehyung says and Bada nodded her head, tears brimming her eyes at how kind her best friend is. She expected him to be mad, cursing her and asking her to not show her face anywhere near him but here he is, asking her to take care of the woman he loves because the said woman is now in love with Bada and not him anymore.
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If we are looking for comfort, we could fast forward to when John and You are officially together. John broaching the topic of how they have accidentally hurt you in previous loops, and wanting guidance on how to not hurt you, as they don’t experience pain.
Oh this one will hurt but in a DIFFERENT way this'll be fun!! Don't worry there will be comfort in the end, I can't make it too miserable. Also apologies for the title being kinda clunky I didn't know what to put there tbh.
First part!
Second part!
Reader: gn reader
Warnings: very sad and angsty, mentions of hurting and killing you accidentally
Image link: where did ya come from
》☆John Doe Trying to be Better For You☆《
- It's been a while since the two of you have finally gotten together. Thousands of loops, thousands of tries, thousands of times where he couldn't get close to you, couldn't love you properly. And now, John can finally give you the love building inside of them over the course of infinite loops. And to them? It was more than worth it.
- But one thing hasn't been able to leave their mind; memories of your death, and how they've hurt you in past loops, haunt them as they cuddle you close. As every moment goes by, the regret eats at them in the back of their mind while doing daily tasks with you. A constant reminder of how destructive his love can be.
- He knew in his heart(?) that he needed to tell you, or at least ask you how to avoid it. Of course, he was afraid of how you'd react to him bringing it up, but he wouldn't be able to bear seeing you hurt again. Especially not because of him.
- They decided to talk to you about it after weeks of contemplation. It was a day like any other. You went to work, Doe kept an eye on you from a distance and visited you at lunch, everything was its normal routine. But the nervousness in him was apparent, as he was somehow more fidgety and jumpy than usual. Any questions about it were met with him saying he was alright and not to worry, that he couldn't be anything other than alright if you were with him.
- But once you were home, he couldn't help but be nervous. The fidgeting would get worse, he couldn't even meet your gaze as he went to ask the question.
- "M- my dearest- do you...how much- pain do humans feel?"
- If you were confused about why he'd ask that (which is incredibly understandable) then they'd try to say it's just out of curiosity, since they don't feel pain in the same way humans do. They'd be internally kicking themselves for not telling you the full truth about why, but they realize this might help them better understand what to avoid.
- When you'd answer with common things that Doe hadn't even considered (touching a stove top, falling too hard, biting your own tongue by accident), it came as a fascination to them. But, at the same time, it was completely worrying. So many little things could hurt you, and John could have done them all without even realizing. They wouldn't have been able to hide this worry, their gaze fixed on your face with an uncharacteristically worried look.
- If you asked them what was wrong, they'd decide it's not worth lying about. They'd reach out to hug you, but pull their arms back quickly, brow furrowing as if telling their body to keep itself under control.
- "...my love- I worry. I worry- very much- about you being hurt- a- and I've been worrying and worrying about it this entire time- what if- I hurt you?- I- I can't hurt you-! N- not-"
- Not again.
- His face would fall as the guilt floods back into him. He can't bear to look you in the eye, fearing that you'd only look at him with that terrified expression, just like last time.
- But you stayed.
- All it would take was a subtle form of acceptance, maybe it was a hug, maybe an understanding smile. Whatever it was, they found themselves in your arms, melting into your embrace. Though no tears fell, he took shuddering breaths as he laid against you, finally letting go of that guilt, that fear of losing you.
- They let their arms wrap around you, just gently enough.
- You were here now. They couldn't be anything other than alright, now that you were here.
#why do you guys like being sad /lh#it's ok i do too#normal headcanons!#john doe visual novel#john doe x you#john doe x reader#john doe#house hunted game#house hunted visual novel#f/o#f/o community#f/o imagines#imagine your f/o#x reader#gn reader
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Fears
Nightwing x GN!Reader
Based of this prompt: "Biggest fear?" "Not loving you well enough for you to find someone else."
Type: Fluff
Word Count: 700+
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Nightwing stood before you, his gaze filled with concern and vulnerability. "Biggest fear?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
You took a deep breath, mustering the courage to reveal the truth. "Not loving you well enough for you to find someone else," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. Nightwing's eyes widened, his expression a mix of surprise and sadness.
He reached out, his hand gently caressing your cheek. "No, don't think that," he pleaded, his voice filled with genuine affection. "You've loved me with all your heart, and I've never doubted that for a second."
A bittersweet smile graced your lips as you leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth of his hand against your skin. "But love alone isn't always enough," you murmured, your voice tinged with melancholy. "We both deserve to find happiness, even if it means going our separate ways."
Nightwing's brows furrowed, a mixture of emotions flickering across his face. "I understand," he said, his voice tinged with resignation. "But it doesn't mean it hurts any less."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out, your hand intertwining with his. "I know," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "Leaving you is the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but it's what's best for both of us."
Nightwing pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you as if he could somehow prevent the impending heartbreak. "I'll always cherish the love we shared," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of sadness and gratitude. "And if there ever comes a time when you need me, I'll be there for you, no matter what."
You clung to him, finding solace in his comforting presence. "I'll never forget what we had," you replied, your voice trembling. "You showed me a love so pure and beautiful, and I'll forever be grateful for that."
As the weight of your decision settled upon you both, you shared one last tender moment, savoring the closeness and the warmth that would soon become a distant memory. Nightwing pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his touch filled with an unspoken farewell.
"Take care of yourself," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and acceptance. "And may you find the happiness you deserve."
With tears streaming down your face, you nodded, your heart heavy with the ache of goodbye. Sometimes, love meant having the courage to let go, even when it felt unbearable.
And so, in the midst of a heartbreaking farewell, Nightwing and you parted ways, their souls forever imprinted upon each other's hearts. Each embarking on a journey of self-discovery, hoping to find solace in the arms of new love while carrying the cherished memories of what once was.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Nightwing and you found yourselves navigating the world without the familiar presence of each other. The void left by the absence was palpable, a constant ache that reminded them of what they had lost.
Nightwing immersed himself in his duties, throwing himself into his crime-fighting persona. But no matter how many criminals he apprehended or lives he saved, his heart still longed for the connection he once shared with you.
As for you, every day was a battle to fill the void within. You threw yourself into work, surrounding yourself with friends and distractions, yet there was always a lingering emptiness that couldn't be erased.
One fateful night, as Nightwing patrolled the city streets, his thoughts drifted back to you. The memories of your love flooded his mind, the laughter and the shared moments echoing in his heart. He couldn't bear the thought of letting go completely.
With newfound determination, Nightwing set out to find you. The search led him to a small cafe tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. As he entered, his gaze scanned the room, and his heart skipped a beat when he spotted you sitting alone at a table, a hint of sadness in your eyes.
Nightwing's steps quickened, his heart pounding in his chest. He approached your table, the anticipation and nervousness building within him. When you glanced up and saw him, a mix of surprise and longing washed over your face.
"You came," you breathed, your voice filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.
Nightwing nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "I had to," he admitted, his voice laced with determination. "Because even after everything, I still love you. I can't let go."
A tear escaped your eye as you reached out, your hand trembling as it cupped his cheek. "I've missed you so much," you confessed, your voice filled with longing. "But we need to take things slow, rebuild what we lost."
Nightwing's lips curled into a tender smile as he leaned in, closing the distance between you. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes," he whispered, his breath mingling with yours. "Because a love like ours is worth fighting for."
And as their lips met in a passionate and heartfelt kiss, Nightwing and you embarked on a journey of reconciliation, determined to heal the wounds of the past and create a future where their love could flourish once more.
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WC: Around 9k (I'm so sorry I literally couldn't stop writing OR you're most welcome!
A/N: Holy flippin' shit balls. This took me forever to write! And I'm super sick of reading and editing it.
Anyway, I really hope you all like it! Thanks for reading!
NSFW 🔞 🔞 🔞. Sanemi x Giyū x Reader (y/n).
Sanemi is kind of an asshole but sexy as f. Tomioka is kinda fun/funny.
~~~WHOSE PLACE?
It was November, and the air was already turning cold in the Japan countryside. Today's training had been a particularly rough assembly. The Wind and Water Hashira bearing down upon you all the wisdom of the old ways. It was so exhausting. You thought the training would never end.
Finally, Tomioka and Shinazugawa agreed it was time to end this meeting. You were shocked at their mutual decision to stop for the day. They hate each other. And it wasn't like them to cut things short, but you had been out there since 4 am. Even the strong have to sleep, you figured.
You head for the co-ed shower, about 10 minutes away. It crosses your mind that there may be others there tonight after the intense training. But you're so desperate for some relief from the pain emanating from nearly every muscle in your overworked body that you shake the thought off and continue on.
You arrive at the bath house just as the sun is getting ready to set. No lights had been turned on yet, but you didn't care. There was something so serene about showering in near darkness. Removing your uniform, you glance around looking for any signs of other people - especially Hashira - in the house with you. You saw and heard nothing, sure you were alone and could proceed without modesty.
You stood there, mindlessly absorbing the heat from the hot water dripping onto your tired and battered body. A noise. The door opening? "Heh- hello?" You asked. Feeling like an idiot for standing in the dark all by yourself and asking who was out there. Not that you couldn't handle yourself, should the situation arise. But you were damn tired and not in the mood for any drama.
"Hiii y/n! It's just me!" A sweet voice answered back to you. "Oh, Mitsuri! I'm in the back left corner." You couldn't hear her light footsteps as she approached you. But then you saw her gorgeous green eyes and lush skin glowing in what was left of the golden sun's rays as she rounded the corner. "Oh ..." You let out a little squeak. "Oh dear, y/n. I'm sorry, is this uncomfortable for you?" You felt yourself turn an unnatural shade of red as you twisted your right leg around so your foot was resting on your painted toes. "Really, I can shower another time if this doesn't sit well with you, y/n."
Mitsuri was a godess. You wouldn't exactly say you were attracted to her. But she was, through and through, a beautiful person. "Noo! It's fine that you're in here. Of course, it's fine. I don't think I could ask anyone to leave, even if I was uncomfortable. It's a public shower space. If I don't like it, then I should shower in the privacy of my own room. But the water is just so much hotter here," you both laughed at the sad truth of this. It's like the Corp wanted its members to intermingle.
"Oh, yay! I always enjoy your company, y/n. May I braid your hair after we shower?" You had a difficult time telling her no when you weren't exhausted. But trying to deny her something she genuinely enjoys. Tonight? Uh-uh. She was going to braid your hair if you were conscious or not. And somehow, that wasn't at all weird to you.
"There you go, y/n! You look so pretty ... eeeee!" Was this woman ever not giddy? You admired her exuberance. You both got your robes on and headed back to your rooms. "Thank you for braiding my hair so beautifully, Mitsuri. I love it! Are you going to be back at it tomorrow?" She wasn't participating in the training this week because she was assigned a mission in a nearby village. "Yes, I will be there for 3 days. But it's ok, I do the village girls' hair in my downtime. It's so much fun!"
She turned to hug you goodnight, and you couldn't help but melt into her touch. You were so tired and she was ridiculously warm and soft. And she smelled fucking delicious. Like vanilla, cinnamon, and sugar in melted butter. She was a walking cinnamon roll.
"Now, I know that Giyū and Sanemi can let their own turmoil get in the way of teaching you new slayers how things are done. But just know that if it boiled down to it, they'd both lay down their lives for any one of you. Especially you." Her eyes got bigger, "Have you noticed how they both look at you, y/n?" She winked and blew you a kiss as she pushed her door closed.
"I have a cavity from how sweet she frickin' is," you quietly said to yourself. You had just stepped up onto the wooden pathway that was built for the wet weather months. It looked like it'd been there for hundreds of years. You followed that as it led you between several of the buildings, headed to the one your room was in.
The night had gotten even colder since you said goodnight to Mitsuri. You wore nothing under your robe. Nor did you dry your hair before Mitsuri braided it. Shivering, you began looking around for any sign of movement. You were fairly confident that it was late enough, and no one would be out to see what you were about to do. It would be ok to do this.
Hastily, you pulled open your robe, and you were completely exposing your front. It wasn't as if you were parading around like this. You were making a mild adjustment, so you could be a bit warmer on your walk home.
You began to straighten your robe out at your sides. Looking down at your front, preparing to wrap it tightly around your shivering frame. You turned a corner right as Tomioka came from the other direction. You smashed your naked body into him. A Hashira.
"Ho-mi-god," he whispered. You let out a small yelp. As you jumped back, you tripped over the edge of the pathway. You landed ass first in a huge mud puddle that was more mud than water, and to make matters worse, you continued to topple in reverse so the back of your head smacked into the drier area of the ground. The braids Mitsuri gifted you not thick enough to cushion any of the blow. You were still exposed as you sat there. You were trying to come to some conclusion about what just happened here. But it didn't stop at you and your ass smooshing into the mud.
You were seeing stars. Or was that just Tomioka standing over you?
"Oh god, oh my god," he stuttered. "Are you ok?" His normally monotone voice was rich with concern. You sat up on an elbow while your other arm tenderly rubbed the knot that was already forming on the back of your head.
"OW! Mitsuri JUST did my hair!" You whined. You didn't mean to say it like that. But Jesus, the impact was so hard that your head is pounding in pain. Tomioka jumped off the raised walkway and went to help you. He was getting flustered at your laying there. And it was hard for him pretending to be oblivious to your tits and cunt on display. "Tell ... uh ... you, no me ... FUCK! I'll tell you what you want - I mean you tell me what you want and I'll tell you what I need ... Goddamn it!"
"How hard did I hit my head?" You asked. "Is this me who's not understanding? Or are you having some sort of malfunction?" He managed to compose himself enough to say it one more time. Correctly. "Tell me what you need here." He sounded even more serious right now. "How can I help yoooohhh sshhhhit! Whoa-whoa-ohhh!" He completely lost his footing and slipped, landing right on top of you between your spread and anchored legs. His face fell into your tits. He just let his head sink into you, "I'm sorry."
You had such a hold on where your ass had planted itself that when he landed on you, you didn't slide back. So you felt the impact of his body slamming into yours. All. Of. It. You looked at him as he lay there, turned on, and humiliated for being in such a state over this. Over you. You began to giggle. But that soon turned to raw arousal as you realized his dick was pressing into you. Granted, there was a layer or two of cloth restricting its access to your warmth. No, this wasn't funny anymore.
Tomioka wasn't the slightest bit amused by this, either. You had a feeling it was for a different reason than being so close to one another that it wouldn't take much at all for him to just slip right into you. Agitated, he started to push himself up off of you. He slipped even harder than before. This time, it was his mouth that met with yours, and he let out a low moan. His stiff cock even more apparent, pressing into you. You almost died of emptiness.
Though, how awkward, this position you two were in. He's lying - Giyū fucking Tomioka is lying on top of me. Between my legs, hard as fuck. And he just kissed me, you thought. You were doing every single thing within your power to not grab him by the length of his hair and kiss him back. Well, sorta. But he wanted to fuck. And you wanted to fuck. You knew this much was true.
Footsteps. Someone is coming, and they're going to find you, and Tomioka, sunnyside up. "What the hell is all this racket out he-." Sanemi stopped dead in his tracks. His skin turned even more white than it usually was. One more second passed that felt like an eternity, and he began laughing at the two of you. Doubled over laughing.
"You idiots," he bellowed. "Sure, y/n's fuckable, Tomioka. But show some restraint for Christ's sake. You're in a mud hole. She's a new member of the corp." He laughed even harder at his observation. "Master is going to just love this! The king of abstinence was found dry humping a new recruit in the mud. Oh fuck. You can't make this shit up." He bent over laughing at the crack he made at Tomioka's expense.
"Shinazugawa, quit being an asshole and help us." He folded his muscular arms over his chest and said down to Tomioka, "Ah ah ahhh. That's no way to talk to the man who's going to save not only your ass but your little girlfriends, too."
Girlfriend? Your body was gushing at the idea of being Tomioka's girl. He was so sexy with his stoic demeanor, dark hair framing his face and his deep blue eyes behind all of that. Watching him closely for any reaction he might let slip, you shifted beneath Tomioka so your cunt was lined right up with the tip of his dick. Still just as hard as before, if not harder.
"Sanemi! At the very least, would you help. y/n? Please?" You could feel Tomioka's muscles relaxing and contracting against your body as he moved around on top of you. Could he feel how hot your cunt was through his uniform? And what about the accidental kiss? Did that even count as a kiss? Yes. You decided. It was a kiss. Albeit, a fluke. But oh god, his lips were so soft and warm against yours in the cold night air. You were pissed Shinazugawa showed up.
"C'mere, dumbass." He said, reaching both arms out to you, and then he was completely taken aback at the sight of your blatant frontal nudity. The robe was a matted clump of silk at this point. Even if you didn't want him to see you this way, there was little you could do about it right now. "You ... you're totally. Well, hot damn, y/n. Not bad, not bad at all. Anyway, don't get any wise ideas about pulling me in there with you. I don't have time for your shit." You grabbed hold of his hands. They were so much bigger than yours. And rough. It excited you to be able to touch both of these men like this. On the same night, no less.
Sanemi Shinazugawa, you thought, was too tough for his own good. He was always a prick. Acting like he couldn't stand a single person at the Corp. You never got the breakdown about why he was always so closed off. But you did know that he has lost a lot, and he has a younger brother somewhere around here. Who's just as angry and closed off as he is.
You found yourself feeling sorry for him sometimes. But all it would take was for him to make some off-color remarks, and you were brought back to reality about who he was and how he showed that to others.
"Y/n? Hello? Are you just going to stand in front of me ... all naked and shit? ..." Sanemi seemed to hesitate when he was asking you this. Like he wanted you to stand there naked. His already deep voice lowering even more, "Here. Are you hurt anywhere?" He asked you while pulling your robe closed around you. You were so captivated by his presence that it wasn't even a shock to your system to be embraced by cold mud. It had also taken you a minute to process that you'd been pulled up from the ground, back onto the steadiness of the raised wooden walk and really, very close to him.
"I hit my head pretty hard. But I should be -" You stopped talking and reached back to feel the knot forming larger underneath your gross hair. "Ahhh ... it's pretty painful, actually. Do you think I should see Shinobu about this?"
Tomioka scrambled to his feet, still sliding every way possible. You reached your hand out to get him on the wooden walk. He gently took hold of your wrist, wrapping his fingers around it. He said, "Shinazugawa, hold y/n so I don't pull her back into this shit." Sanemi wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him. "Mmmughnn" was the noise your stupid body made when he touched you. Really. Could it have been any other sound. Jesus.
He was so fucking hot. Temperature wise and otherwise. You could feel his thick legs through your filthy robe. The filthy robe ... "Oh, oh shit. Master Shinazugawa? You ... well, your pants are ..." You said quietly, in complete fear (and prayer) that he'd get down on one knee, bend you over the other, and start relentlessly beating your bare ass. "I know, I know." He said, his lips pressed to the top of your wet hair.
"Come. ON. Tomioka!" Sanemi snapped at him. With a final pull, Giyū was up on the platform with the two of you. Dripping brown water from every part of his person. He squeezed his hair out and took off his haori. You gasped a little too loudly when you saw how his uniform clung to him. Trying to cover the new stupid noise your body surprised you with, by telling a little lie, "Well, gentleman, I'm freezing and dirty. So, I'm heading back to the showers. Good night Master Tomioka, Master Shinazugawa. Please, if you don't see me at training tomorrow, come retrace my steps and look for me to be unconscious out here. I don't think I hit my head that hard, but let's err on the side of caution, hmm?" You bowed to them both and started into the night. Slipping occasionally as the mud between your toes was walked off.
Giyū looked at Sanemi. They were both in need of a bath. But recently, in the Hashira House, there had been some plumbing issues.. And that meant no hot water. This normally wasn't a big deal for these two Hashira. But it was rather cold tonight, and they were concerned for your well-being. At least Tomioka was. Though Shinazugawa would never admit it, he was growing quite fond of you. The way your hair smelled when he was holding you to pull Tomioka up made his dick hard instantly. He had you back against his left leg, where he only half hoped you wouldn't notice the flood of heat and pressure against your cushiony little ass.
"Goddamn it ..." Sanemi said in response to the look on Giyū's face. "Well, you go, or I go. I'm not going to hold your hand and skip all the way to the bath house. Besides, I can tolerate the cold water better than you." Sanemi was stopped short as Giyū pushed him down into the mud. Tomioka's lips formed what almost appeared to be a smile. "See you there. Or not, asshole."
In each hand, Sanemi picked up huge clumps of mud and hurled them at Tomioka's back. They stuck to him with a smack. Tomioka stopped but didn't turn around. "You. Didn't." Sanemi huffed, "Oh ... yes ... I motherfucking did." He sounded like an insane person. And when Tomioka turned around to face him, he looked like one, too.
Tomioka sat his katana down and slowly made his way over to where Shinazugawa was leaning back on his hands, legs outstretched before him. He asked, "What are you gonna do about it?" Giyū let out a low chuckle before he leaped through the air, pummeling right into Sanemi's chest and knocking the air out of him.
Sanemi laughed maniacally as he engaged in the wrestling match Tomioka started with him. The two men were writhing over each other's wet and mud covered bodies. Pretty soon, neither one was sure if their hard cocks were a lingering side effect from you or if it was the constant stimulation from grinding around on each other.
You got to the bath house and started to take your once beautiful braids out. "Stupid last week's storm. Stupid me trying to adjust my robe in the stupid cold. Stupid ... stupid ... Tomioka is so fucking sexy. And Sanemi is like a demon trapped in a man's body. Stupid mud and ..."
You stopped bitching to yourself and dug frantically through your hair. It's not as though you had a lot of it. So what you were looking for shouldn't have been that hard to find. "No, no, no, no, no, no, nooooo! Where is it!? FUCK!" You spun around and looked on the floor of the bath house. "Oh, great. Just great. This can't be happening. I haven't slept for almost 17 hours. There's more training tomorrow morning. And I have to go back and find it. I'm NOT going in just this robe again."
You started looking through the cupboards around the edge of the dressing space. "You can't be ... right. The extra uniforms haven't been washed yet. This day," you exhaled heavily with frustration and made sure you were well wrapped despite the sludge that settled into the delicate fabric.
You were almost back to the place where you fell. You heard voices. They weren't quite yelling, but they were loud enough that it was an inappropriate volume for this time of night. You gasped slightly at the sight of two men rolling around on top of each other as you rounded the corner. You saw Tomioka and Shinazugawa in what looked to be a rather intimate embrace.
Sanemi was straddling Tomioka's chest, pinning his arms above his head, just inches from his face. "Why is your kirei little cock so hard, Tomioka?" Sanemi laughed out . "You - oh my god. It all makes sense now. You love me! That's why we're stuck training those baby slayers together. You ASKED the Master for it!"
"Huhmmm? Did you hear something, kirei cock?" Shinazugawa paused his half-assed attack on Tomioka and raised up to look around. "Who the fuck is there?" He asked. He'd have been more intimidating if you didn't already know his tendencies. There was more playfulness in his tone than violence. You'd enjoy a taste of both, though.
"I said, who the hell is slinkin' around out there, show your -" You came out with your hands put up in front of your body. "Calm yourself, Sanemi, it's just me." You looked at both of them, Tomioka's uniform sucked to his body except where the protrusion in his pants was. Same with Shinazugawa. He was only wearing pants, but it was obvious he was feeling rutty.
It was becoming almost painful to see these beautiful men before you. Covered in mud and water. And if sex were a palpable element, they'd be drowning in it. "First of fucking all, you will address me as Master Shinazugawa, y/n ... but what, why are you back here? Was there a hair on your cunt Tomioka DIDN'T get to see?" You rolled your eyes and shifted the weight from your left ass cheek to the right. "No, MASTER SHINAZUGAWA," you said sarcastically. "I lost something very special to me, and the last place I had it was here."
"Your dignity?" Sanemi snapped back at you and then lowered his head, laughing way too hard at his retort. Tomioka looked at you with earnest eyes. "Sanemi, I literally hate everything about you." He stopped laughing and looked up at the both of you. "Aw, is kirei cock upset? You weren't complaining when you were dry humping my leg 3 minutes ago! Stop being such a little bitch, Giyū."
If you weren't so upset about losing the jade kanzashi your great great grandmother gave you, you'd have ripped your robe off and laid in the mud. Demanding both men to tear into your flesh. But it was an important family heirloom, and you were not putting carnal urges before finding this.
"Master Shinazugawa, I lost a jade hairpin that has been passed down through my family for many generations. I'm really hoping it's out here. I looked in the bath house, but it wasn't there. So, I've returned to look over these grounds." You bowed to him. Why the hell did you just sound so formal and official, you wondered. Tomioka helped you step down to the muddy area where the two of you lay, not long ago. You let go of his hand, smiling at him gently before you did. He was blushing. It truly was an adorable look on him.
"Sorry," Tomioka said. You looked at him with furrowed brows. "What's wrong, Master Tomio-" he put a hand up to silence you. "You can call me Giyū if you're comfortable with that." This time, you blushed. "Ok, Tomi - ... Giyū. Thank you for your help."
Sanemi pushed through between you and Tomioka. "Are you two done with your passionate, passionate kisses yet? What are we looking for again? Wanna bet I find it first? C'mon, why aren't you lazy asses doing anything?" He stood in partial brightness from the floodlights on the surrounding buildings. "I don't even really care ab - aww, fuck."
"Sanemi," Tomioka wryly asked. "Are you ok?" Sanemi awkwardly made his way to the walkway and sat down, lifting his right foot to the top of his left knee. "You think?" Sanemi grumbled back. You walked over to where he was sitting and looked at his sole. "Ho-lee shit." You whispered. "You found it, Master!" You reached down and yanked it from the arch of his foot. He seemed unphased by the abrupt removal of the foreign object from his body. You were wildly turned on by his lack of reaction to what you imagined would be quite painful.
"Can you walk?" You asked. "Of course I can walk. My foot didn't fall off, y/n." You glared back at him but decided to change your tune. He did find your kanzashi, after all. So, you bowed to him. Twice.
As you were coming up the second time, you looked down. "Goddamn thing," your shoulders sunk as you noticed your robe was splayed open just below the rounded bottom of your breasts. "My turn for a show now?" Sanemi quipped.
"I ... I ..." You wanted to say yes. You wanted to rip the garbage robe that wouldn't stay closed off of your body and set it on fire from the friction of the 3 of you thrashing around on top of it. Tomioka spoke up, "I guess I'm going to my room now. This mud has started to solidify in ... places. I'll see you both at training in the morning. He shot a drunken and knowing look to Sanemi.
You wanted to stop him from leaving. You wanted to spend more time with both men. They were still very alluring. Muddy or not. "May - ... maybe we could ... sh - " Jussstt say it! Your gut yelled at you. Mmm, was it, though? Was it your gut? Or something a little lower?
"Are you suggesting, y/n, that the 3 of us proceed to the showers? Together?" Tomioka said it. Breathe y/n, breathe, or you'll die only having the fantasy of showering and doing God's know what with these two impossibly dreamy Hashira. "Iiii mean ... if you and ..." You trailed off looking at Shinazugawa in all of his shirtless glory. His white hair caked thick in mud. Dirty water spots dried on his bare chest and pants.
"Fuck it." Sanemi stood up. Paying no heed to his injured foot. "I could go for a hot shower." He looked back and forth between you and Tomioka a couple of times and started to walk away. You and Giyū exchanged looks. Both sets of your eyebrows raised in morbid curiosity. "Does it hurt? Your foot?" You asked after Sanemi. He laughed out an almost sinister sound. "What the hell do you care? I've had far worse happen to me, y/n."
He was sort of disappearing into the night. Tomioka cleared his throat, "AHEM. Soo ... I guess ... goodnight, then? Heh ..." You were sad to hear this. But what could you do? Tell him no? That you wanted to be fucked by both of them? "I was ho- ... I mean, if you guys, well, yes. Goodnight, Master Tomioka."
You both headed off in different directions. But you would be damned if you didn't get some sort of attention thrown down on that persistent want between your legs. And release. God's, you needed a release. At this point, sleep was the last thing on your mind. So, you took a different way to the bath house where you were hoping to avoid everyone and to find a very naked and very sexually charged Sanemi.
In passing the buildings, you tried to stay in the dark blankets of where the lights didn't touch. You were almost there. You could see the steam coming from the rooftop. "Ohh y/n. Are you actually doing this right now. What the hell are you doing. Is this ... shit. Is this allowed? Did anyone go over the rules here? Can we fuck the Hashira? Do I care? Mmm, not really. Ok, y/n. Stop talking to yourself and go inside. C'mon. You've made it this far. GO."
You quietly pulled aside the bath house door and took tiny steps inside. You heard voices. What the fuck? You thought it was just Sanemi in this shack. Maybe he was just telling himself what a tough guy he was, hobbling all the way here on a hurt foot. "That's gotta be it," you whispered to yourself. Inhaling, trying to be the bravest you've ever been, you dropped the malfunctioning robe that had fucked with your night so much on the floor, and headed towards the sound of running water.
What you saw next made your insides clench against other insides and your cunt pulse with urgency. Your nipples hardened as soon as you saw it. You bit down hard on your lower lip in frustration, shock, and in pleasure, "Ffffuhhh ... I'm the luckiest person alive, right now." You inhaled the words, then let them fall silently as you let go of that breath. Afraid you'd break the spell you'd happened upon.
Sanemi stood with his back to you, blocking almost all of someone else's identity from your sight. He leaned over them, caressing their body and pressing his cock into them with a sweetness you'd never seen. Hell, you'd never imagined Sanemi Shinazugawa could do anything gently. Let alone semi public intimacy. He wasn't fucking this person, but his hard dick was testing around their flesh. The other person's hands, pulling at his white hair to bring their mouths together, was going to give you an aneurysm.
"Why do you think -- ahh, ahh shit, God's, you feel so good -- y/n didn't come tonight?"
OH. MY. FUCKIN'. GOD.
You about toppled over when you heard whose voice it was speaking back to Sanemi.
He answered while brushing their hair away from their neck and shoulders, in between kissing and biting them.
"I don't know, maybe she is too embarrassed to be with the both of us, at the same time. Turn around and put your arms up against the wall. Here, like this." Sanemi, still standing over them, began to guide his company's arms up the sleek marble walls. With his right hand, he began tracing back down the outline of their muscles, his left hand taking up the base of his cock. He started rubbing himself slowly. Slower than you'd ever imagined he could. Everything about this man screamed impatience. Sometimes violence. But not right now.
You were still watching intently from the cover of darkness. The ease of their movements together made you incredibly wet. You were amazed that you've managed enough self-restraint to not barge in on this beautiful scene unfolding before your spying eyes. You start to become more aware of the sticky, warm wetness flowing from between your thighs. Giving yourself only trace amounts of pleasure to drag this experience out.
Sanemi's secret paramour was still doing as they were told, occasionally letting stifled moans roll from their lips. Then Sanemi turned them around to face him once again. "You're being so good for me right now. If only y/n was here to see how well you follow my directions. Now, what should I make you do for me next?" Your head fell forward and hung when he said this to his partner. You had never been so fucking turned on.
Should you show yourself? They've both brought you up. So that means they both want you to join them. Right? You were so close to making yourself cum. It almost seems like a wasted orgasm to bring it about solo when these two beautiful specimens were mere feet away.
You decided to play a different game. You took both of your hands off of your body and hung them at your sides. You were NOT going to cum at the persuasions of your own fingers tonight.
The other voice spoke up, "Should we send a crow for y/n, or no? They said they were going to bed." Sanemi stopped to think about this for a minute before answering. "Y/n went to bed?" What was the change in his tone there. Your heart started beating harder than it was before. He stepped away from the other person, exposing the entirety of their wet and naked body.
This is it, you thought. This is how I die. I'm going to spontaneously combust. And then they're going to laugh at me because my hand is going to be glued to my -. You didn't want to finish the sentence. You were wasting time imagining your death when you could be getting fucked every which way but Sunday. Hell, probably even Sunday.
The two in the shower started speaking so quietly that you couldn't catch a single word of their conversation. And then Sanemi spoke up, breaking the silence. "I guess I should turn in, got'n early morning tomorrow. Same time tomorrow." He said. And he wasn't asking. He turned around, "You better fucking be here, kirei cock."
Were they going home? Have you missed your chance? You would literally regret this until the day your soul left your body. Why couldn't you just force yourself out into the showers? They were talking about you while they practically swallowed each other.
Yes.
You were going to do this.
You took a deep, deep breath. Loosened your stance, and -
"Gotcha!" It all happened in a blur as arms grabbed at you from different directions. "Wait ... st - ... hey, hold on!" You shouted as Sanemi and Giyū carried you into the dim lighting of the showers. Sitting you under the flow of the hot water.
"What, weh, what are the chances we'd all be he-" You started. Giyū had a slight smirk on his face. But was he smiling about what had just happened with Sanemi? Or was he smiling because you are now out of hiding?
Sanemi did not seem as amused, but you've seen him angrier than this. "Cut the shit, y/n. We knew you were standing there. Watching us." Your face was starting to burn up. "You ... did? You swallowed hard, looking to Giyū to offer up some sort of salvation for you. He shrugged his shoulders. He must not be too keen to piss Sanemi off, either.
You were finally the center of attention, and it's what you always wanted from these two. Or so you thought. "So, y/n. Why were you watching us? Do you make a habit of watching other people fuck?"
You opened your mouth to answer Sanemi but luckily, Giyū interrupted what was sure to be a ridiculous defense from you. "Did you um, did you like - I mean, do you enjoy watching? Us?" You stood up and rubbed the grate mark imprinted in your ass. "Whhhyyy?" Squinting your eyes you tried calling his bluff. But Sanemi was losing patience. No big surprise, there.
"Oh for fucks sake, children. Can we just get to this already? You two, kiss. I want to see tongues and spit strings. I want to hear moans, heavy breathing and skin slapping. " He waved his hands above his head like he was trying to shake off spiderwebs.
Your eyes met Tomioka's, and you saw that he was already looking at you. His eyes were heavy with lust. You noticed his cock jump a little. He was starting to get hard again. "What the fuck is this, middle school?" Sanemi belted out at you both. Against your better judgment, you laughed. "What the hell kind of school did you go to?" Tomioka even chuckled at your question.
"Do I have to do everything around this place? Y/n ... get your ass over here," Sanemi clapped at you like you were some kind of animal. If you were being honest, you would enjoy him telling you what to do. You walked over to him slowly. The friction between your legs reminds you of your goal before you were caught.
"Now, get down on your -" Sanemi was cut short by Tomioka pulling you from his grasp. He took you by the waist and pressed the front of your body into the cold marble. "Hahh ... cold. Sorry." Your body quickly adjusted to the temperature, and you stood there. Waiting.
You felt a thick heat slip through your thighs, and your brows turned in. "Don't. Apologize." Tomioka said heavily into your ear. Your chest was almost heaving at this point. All the joking and laughing subsided because this was not about playing games anymore. This was for keeps. "Yes, Gi - yes, Master. If you don't want me to apologize, what do you want from me?"
This made him crazy. Sure, he's been with others and Sanemi. But Sanemi is a self-indulgent asshole who gets off on bringing him just to the edge of his mercy, only to send him right back to the beginning.
"What do you want, Tomioka-sama?" You could feel him growing between your legs. Breathlessly, you almost beg him. "Teh- tell me, Giyū." The way you said his name was nearing too much for him. He began driving himself up, getting even closer to your entrance. "He wants your cunt. Just like he wanted it when you were tits up in the mud earlier."
Tomioka slowed himself at the sound of the other man's voice. Not yet completely discouraged by Sanemi, he slid your arms up the wall and held both of your wrists with his left hand. His right hand started training its way across your shoulders down to your stomach, where he barely put any effort into touching you. But the feelings and the warmth he was eliciting from between your thighs was like nothing you'd ever experienced before. He was really good at this.
"This is all very romantic, you two. Bu-" Tomioka turned hus head sharply and shot Sanemi a look he'd only seen once before. And he knew to stop shooting his mouth off. For the time being, that is.
Tomioka was lost in you. He ran his right hand down the length of your side and whispered in your ear, "I'm the fucking Water Hashira. I can sense how wet I make you, y/n. I want to feel your wetness in my mouth. On my face."
In what seemed like a split second, you went from your tits being pressed into the marble to lying on your back with Tomioka's face rooted deeply between your twitching thighs. Sanemi was lurking in the corner, stroking himself thoughtlessly. Speeding up when you'd start to beg to be finished off. Grabbing himself harder when Tomioka told you, "Not yet y/n. Not yet."
Tomioka, not lifting his face from you, waved for Sanemi to come over to you two. He complied, lying down next to your sort of outstretched and crumpled body on the floor. You didn't understand how you could feel so free, but at the same time, warped and trapped. Regardless, you met Sanemi's mouth with a warm welcome as Tomioka continued to toy with you.
"Oh, Gi ... yodd-duh ... whatever you do, don't stop." You reached down with one hand to stroke Tomioka's hair and the other you put to use scratching at Sanemi's back. He wasn't used to sharing Giyū. Or anyone he was with, really. So it took him a moment to find what worked here. For all of you.
"Can we, like, can we move to somewhere more spacious?" You asked, trying hard to focus on your words and not just on your building shudders. Tomioka propped himself up and pointed to the other side of the bath house at the hot spring. "I think that would suffice. Sanemi, you'll join us." Again, not a question. The 3 of you *would* be in there together.
Sanemi was the first to stand. He helped you up and then reached out to Tomioka. "Come, kirei." The two men smiled darkly at one another. Did they know you saw that shared between them, too? Whatever, you thought, this ... is going to happen.
You were first into the hot water. And for a moment, the lack of sleep caught up to you, and you were embarrassed, again, at the sound you made when your body was fully submerged. You completely forgot you were here with them. Only for a second, though.
They both stood there. Hard. Watching you let go of the day you'd had. They followed suit and climbed in. The paper lanterns that hung in the corner let off the light of a few clustered burning candles, leaving the room mostly shadowed.
Sanemi was the first to you. He pulled you up on his lap, your back against his chest, sitting you down just around his cock. He wasn't in you as much as he was between you. You threw your head back at the feeling of him resting there. One move and you two would be fucking. Sanemi reached around your waist and began to rub circles on your attention starved clit. "Mmmugh. Yes." He kissed your neck and shoulders more roughly than he had your mouth when you were on your back on the floor.
Tomioka, at last, was in the water. He was in front of you, making tiny circles with his tongue around your chest and neck. Occasionally, you could hear he and Sanemi exchanging words through their heavy kissing. But really, this had to be what heaven was made of. Tomioka placed himself between your legs as well.
You could feel their dicks rubbing together just outside of your cunt. It was no feat to know how wet you were, despite being in the water. These men were playing on you like their very own private slip-n-slide. Bouncing and bucking into each other, their breathing had gotten ragged. Breaths inconsistent for Hashira.
"Kirei cock, you're about to make me cum." Sanemi whispered to your ear, even though he was clearly speaking to Tomioka. Then he lifted you up and turned you around to face him, and he sat you almost all the way back down. This time, he reached down into the water and spread you open for him, resting his tip just at your wettest spot.
You watched in adoration as he started to disappear into you. "Look at me." He demanded. He lowered you again. This time, you took in even more. Your mouth turned into an O, and your eyebrows furrowed at the hot pressure he was inflicting. "Master Shi - oh shit, oh shit ..." You breathed in and out as he pushed himself the rest of the way into you.
You arched your back so far that your tits, red and nearly bruising from the attention Tomioka bestowed upon them, were inches from Sanemi's engaged face. He bit at the pink flesh and pulled your nipples between his teeth. The sounds he made were raw and made you ride him even more fervently. You could feel him beginning to twitch each time you came down on him.
He motioned Tomioka over to the both of you, and he responded to Sanemi. Dutifully. He sat down next to the white-haired man and rested each of his arms on the edge of the hot spring, closed his eyes, and lay his head back. Sanemi, letting go of your left ass cheek, slowly floated his right hand over to where he could see Giyu's swaying dick. When Sanemi wrapped his large hand around it, they both moaned in pleasure loud enough that you were sure 2 villages over could distinguish it as utterances of pleasure from those of misery.
Your continued undulations were making Sanemi move a little more wildly than he had all night. "Fuck, y/n. You're gonna make something happen if you keep rolling your hips around me like that," he said, baring some teeth behind his lips. You noticed he had synced up your movements with his on Giyū. Sanemi and Tomioka both lay their heads back and surrendered themselves to the moment.
Sanemi threw his left arm around your waist so he could better control your body. You let him. Feeling how strong he was to move you around as though you were weightless had a strange effect on you. Regardless of whoever was on top. He was in charge now, not you. And you liked it.
His actions weren't painful, per se. They hurt. But it was the "good kind" of hurt. The kind that had you teetering right on the edge of sanity. You were locked onto him. He wasn't letting you go.
Sanemi's next move decided everything for you. He relinquished his stronghold on Tomioka under the water to grab you up into both of his arms. He held onto you like you didn't know you could be held, and he guided you around his bare cock, moving in you and feeling your walls clench and suck at him until he almost lost his concentration.
"Haahh, y/n, careful now, I'm g'na blow up in you." He looked into Tomioka's eyes as he said this, making you wonder just who he was talking to, even though he said your name. You didn't care. He felt so fucking good, stretching you out in every direction as he filled up your warm space. "Tomioka..." You whispered into Sanemi's ear. You were surprised at how hot it felt against your lips. "I'm not ... ahhaa ... done yet." He answered..
"Suh- ... neh- ... meee, oh-ho shit ... oh God's keep .... yes!" You rocked into Sanemi's V-line that met at the perfect place for your clit to get the attention you so desperately wanted for it. "Keep this up, sweetheart, and you're gonna make me cum into that tight little pussy of yours." He acted like he didn't mind doing this, lifting his hands briefly to emphasize how cool and collected he was trying to be. And then you sat down on him *all*the*way*.
A jagged inhalation and without hesitation, he flung you over so you were on your back, resting on the built-in seat in the water. "Now ... now look what you've gone and made me do, y/n." He growled into your tits and bit into the velvety skin, bobbing just above and just below the water line. Sanemi reached behind him, grabbing for Tomioka. As Tomioka made his way closer to the two of you, Sanemi locked eyes with him again, and they both nodded in unison.
Tomioka positioned himself behind Sanemi, placing his left hand on Sanemi's ass, his right hand working his cock quickly so he could catch up to where you two were at. Getting there faster than he thought because the sight of Sanemi fucking you and his ass peeking up from the steamy spring, proved to be all he'd need to almost cum all over himself.
You were nearly about to cum, too. Looking up over Sanemi's shoulder to see Giyū being so rough with himself made you tighten up even more around the man fucking into you. Water was splashing all over the floor at the fast, sloshing movements from within the deep basin.
"Giyū. C'mere. Now, under me." You. Sounded. Pathetic. So close to your long-awaited orgasm and not wanting to distract yourself or Sanemi from the faultless rhythm you two had mastered, those were the only 5 words you could choke out to tell him what you wanted.
Tomioka sunk down into the hot water and closed the miniscule space between you. Sanemi put his left hand around Tomioka's neck and brought him face to face with you. You looked over to your right at him. Your body being pushed up against the sides and your head resting just outside the vat would most definitely hurt you later. But again, it is a good kind of pain. It's the muscle memory that's the best kind. Sanemi wanted you to kiss Tomioka. But your head was jolting all about. It would be difficult for a 3rd to match your cadence.
Bypassing your imploring lips, he scooped you and, consequently, Sanemi up so he could scoot in underneath you, and he began kissing the length of your outstretched neck. His left hand adjusting his hard cock between your legs and his other hand cupping your right tit, fondling it more gently than you were used to during such occasions. But you were not overlooking the stimulation by any means. It worked. The same way it did when he was barely grazing your stomach with his fingers.
Sanemi and Tomioka both let out moans, and they each threw their heads in a different direction when they discovered they were also rubbing their uncovered bodies together. For a moment, just a few thrusts, the two men found their own formula.
You were trying to keep your eyes focused, but they way they were making you feel, you had little control over the eye rolling and facial contortions. "Oh, oh fffuuhh-" You purred out. "You bo-HO-th ... oh my God ..." You couldn't believe how amazing it felt to have Sanemi's cock prodding into you and Tomioka's gliding between your swollen folds.
The two men rubbed against each other. Both hit every part of you. Most in a way you'd never imagined possible. But never in your wildest dreams did you think something like this would bring you so much pleasure.
The three of you simultaneously sped up, all of you chasing the same thing. Aching to snap the burning thread that stretched through the fractions and connected your engaged bodies.
Giyū started in first with the grabbing and the moaning. He pulled Sanemi's face to his. "Call me kirei, again, you son of a bitch. I'll fuh-huh ... I'll kick your ass ... Suh- suh- ... y/n ohh goddamn it, I'm g'na ... I'm ... !" But Sanemi wanted to toy with him. So he gave in for a moment and then would pull back from Giyū when he could sense how close he was to finishing. They played with each other like their cocks weren't tangled up in your cunt, but rather in each other. Seeing them be so intimate with one another while they were, for all intents and purposes, banging you, made you cum next.
It was, hands-down, the most intense release you'd ever experienced. You could feel it bubbling up from your thighs where Sanemi would squeeze you as he thrust into you, all the way to your ears as your pussy pushed and pulled on them both. You slid over Giyū. Feeling him grab at your ass and legs to spread you wider for him, he opened you up more for Sanemi, too. The memory was already embedded in your memory of this whole night.
You will later have trouble recalling who hit that *one* spot on your body. But you will never forget *where* that spot *is*. It made your body HOT. Your face was red. "Gi-yuhh ... fuck - S'nemi ... oh my fuck- ... yes - hoh, hoh ... hoh!!!"
Sanemi was the last to cum, but he was thoroughly enjoying watching Tomioka tug at your willing body, making it form around his intrusive appendage. He could feel Tomioka's growing heat where their bodies touched in passing. It always turned Sanemi on to watch other people getting off. Especially if he was the one delivering them to ecstasy.
This time, though, it was you and Giyū that were making Sanemi let loose. Sanemi was loud and rough. Much more so than Tomioka. Sanemi pulled your head up and kissed you deeply. It wasn't even necessarily a passionate or romantic kiss. Just ... deep. He pulled back from your burning mouth, bringing you to him with his teeth, guiding you by your bottom lip. He'd let go and push your face into his neck and chest. "Bite ... bite me, y/n. NOW."
You nipped at his neck and collarbone. His noises are absolutely sinful. "Y/n, yehhhs. Hard - harder. Fuck! Hmm-mhm." They're making you tighten around him again. With each contraction of your velvety wall, you can feel him twitching and jerking right before he spills into your body. His hot cum warming you from the inside out.
You all had given so much of yourselves to one another. To this night. Not wanting to leave this carved out paradise, you stayed in the water.
Sanemi had his head resting heavily on your chest as he reached over your shoulder to tug at Tomioka's hair lightly. Tomioka had his left cheek on your left shoulder, carelessly rubbing your face with his right hand. Switching every now and then, softly scratching up and down Sanemi's arm.
A collective, contented sigh was let out, and you all started talking at once.
"Where do we want to sleep tonight?"
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A Question Of Loyalty XIV
Rhaenyra Targaryen x reader, Alicent Hightower x reader
Word count: 3,5k
Summary: When dragons of green and dragons of black dance, you have to choose the color that suits you best.
You took a trembling breath as the brooch slipped from your fingers, its soft clink echoing. The weight of grief, loss, and the burden of choices made.
Although you were tempted to go straight to Dragonstone with Rhaenys' remains, you ended up returning to the capital. There was no hunger for answers, no craving for interactions. All you craved was solitude, for the shock still held you tightly in its grip.
Alicent had dispatched a dozen knights to find you and fetch you safely back. Yet, you eluded their search, deliberately taking the longer path home. Your dragon, wounded by the Scorpion’s quarrels, sought solace in the nearby mountains, nursing its strength back to health.
The Dowager Queen yearned to go to you the moment she discovered your return, but you denied her presence, refusing even the comfort of your beloved Haleana, who sought to console you as well.
You screamed through your casement with intensity, your eyes aflame with a fervor on the brink of eruption. Each muffled shout gradually lost its potency, stifled and quelled until your throat could no longer produce a single vocalization. Your outburst resonated with such force that its echoes reverberated all the way to The Wall, reaching ears that stood at a distance.
Rumors, like wildfire, devoured the truth. They whispered of a shattered mind, accusing you of spilling the blood of the King's men, even the Lord Commander’s. They claimed you failed to shield him from the foe, leaving him grievously wounded. They weaved tales of your supposed treachery, plotting to keep him in that weakened state, with the intent to bring about his demise. They called you a failure.
But those who dared to look beyond the surface, who peered into the depths of your pain, understood. They saw it as a struggle within the bounds of family, an act driven by a daughter's love. To them, your actions were justified, as any child with a compassionate heart would have done the same.
Opinions, divided as they were, held no sway over you. The world's judgment felt insignificant. You berated yourself relentlessly for the inability to intervene as you wished, even though the circumstances were beyond your control. The crushing weight of helplessness enveloped you, intensifying the pain of failing to protect those you held dear. Your efforts always fell short, leaving you to bear the consequences.
With your mother gone, the world lost its balance. Without her, Laena, Laenor.. everything felt askew.
Aegon, weakened and burned, found no strength to cast blame or reproach upon you. Aemond, though visibly perturbed, chose silence over comment. Aegon's throne was now occupied by his brother, the Protector of the Realm, as he languished in his bed, unable to govern. Otto resumed his former position.
—
Days melted into one another. Food lost its flavor, and sleep became a mere facade as you sat, staring blankly through the window.
Alicent faithfully visited you every morning and afternoon, harboring no blame for the choices that led to this. She comprehended the extents of your anguish, understanding the why behind your actions. She refused to see betrayal in the loss of her sworn protector. Instead, she offered genuine concern, striving to uplift your shattered spirit. Yet, you couldn't bear the thought of her wasting her precious time on your sorrow.
"I brought the cake we learned to make together when we first met," Alicent gently shared. Memories danced within her words, evoking the image of your amazed face as you discovered your culinary prowess that surpassed even the most skilled cooks in King's Landing. "You possess a natural talent. It may not be as refined as yours, but I asked them to pour their hearts into it," Alicent concluded, tinged with warmth, hoping to infuse some light into your dim world.
"Thank you, dear," you replied, determined not to let your pain dampen her kindness. She refused to give up.
"Nyke miss ao, issa joraelagon," she stumbled in your second language, her effort endearing to you as you witnessed her struggle.
"Jorrāelagon," you corrected her gently, a flicker of a smile gracing your lips, a rare sight in these times. "You're making progress," you teased, and she returned the smile.
"I need more practice; I cannot disappoint you," she confessed, audaciously leaning against the edge of the bed. The gesture brought you ease rather than discomfort.
Silence enveloped you, and as you turned your gaze, your eyes locked with hers. The delicate intensity in her stare made you feel as fragile as glass.
"I’m sorry, Y/N. And I'm here by your side," she whispered. Your attention lingered on her lips, and instinctively, she closed the gap between you, sealing your connection in a gentle, unintended kiss. Without hesitation, you straddled her, the world around you fading as your lips sought relieve in one another's embrace, drawing breaths that fueled the yearning for each other, not mere oxygen.
As the morning light seeped through the curtains, Alicent continued to cradle you, providing serenity that eased the ache within you.
—
Amidst the gentle morning, bathed in the golden rays of the rising sun, you sat by the gardens. Within this a sanctuary was found in the presence of mother and daughter, their bond deepening over the passing months. Despite Haleana's reservations toward forging connections with others, she let her mother in.
In that very instant, a vow surged. You swore to safeguard them, to offer your very life if need be, for the anguish of losing a mother knows no bounds. There was no sacrifice too great, no price too steep.
Haleana, enveloped in her own musings, excused herself, leaving you alone with Alicent. The stage was set, and you knew the time had come to reveal things. Delayed though it may have been..
Alicent spoke of her brother’s eagerness to delve beyond mere formalities and acquaint himself with you. Succumbing to the game, you matched her jest with lighthearted banter, affirming Gwayne's honorable character and striking handsomeness.
"Handsome?" she exclaimed.
"Indeed, the most handsome Hightower I have ever known," you continued, stoking the fires of mirth within her.
"Shall I summon him to your presence, that you may indulge in a conversation, or perhaps embark on a ride together?" she offered, you feigned to be considering the proposal.
"I find greater excitement in riding dragons than horses," you confessed, your words bearing no hidden innuendo, prompting her laughter to cascade. "What have I said?" An innocent grin adorning your countenance.
"That he is the most handsome Hightower you know," she echoed your earlier words, and you tilted your head ever so slightly, directing your gaze solely upon her.
"And you, my love, are the most beautiful Hightower I have ever beheld," you added. As anticipated, a delicate blush bloomed upon her cheeks. "Though, technically, you are a Targaryen, are you not?"
"The colors of your house adorn me far better, do they not?" she mused. "You have always been black and red.”
"I bear fire and the sea within my veins. Yet, you speak true, for one force will inevitably dominate," you confessed, grappling with the figurative language that danced upon your lips. “Alicent..—“ With a fleeting moment of courage, you closed your eyes briefly, gathering your resolve, and dared to maintain eye contact as you stood on the precipice of baring yourself. Alicent, ever attentive, awaited as you prepared to unveil.
“Your Grace, my Lady," a guard's voice resonated behind you, saluting with reverence. "There are urgent matters that demand your attention. Prince Aemond and Ser Otto await you at the Hand's Tower.”
"Thank you, Ser," Alicent replied, her disappointment hidden beneath a mask of regal composure. Reluctantly, the two of you followed the guard's lead.
Upon entering the Red Keep, Alicent firmly clasped your hand, steadfastly refusing to release it, despite the passing gazes of onlookers. You reciprocated the gesture with an equally firm grip.
Within the confines of the Tower of the Hand, Aemond's scrutinizing gaze met your own, a flicker of concern shadowing his features. Ser Otto, ever disdainful of the bond between you and Alicent, maintained an air of disinterest. The presence of other lords, gathered with intent.
"What unfolds, my son?" Alicent cut through the charged atmosphere.
"The Pretender and her forces have gained an army." Aemond responded.
"An army? Have they sought the aid of sellswords?" your curiosity welled up.
“No, not sellswords, but dragons. One of them being the former companion of your very own," he revealed.
"Vermithor?" He nodded.
"How can such a thing be possible?" Alicent's voice wavered, her confusion mirroring your own.
"According to Lord Strong's spies, your father played a hand in guiding the Princess's actions. Their motivations diverged in the aftermath of Rook's Rest, but time pressed upon them. Weeks were spent in search of riders who could mount the dragons dwelling on Dragonstone. Even Ser Laenor's Seasmoke found a place among their ranks."
"Two dragons then.”
"My sources speak of attempts to tame more, wild dragons. Yet, only one yielded to their will—Sheepstealer."
"The capital would crumble beneath the weight of their dragons. They would descend upon us with six in total," Master Orwyle interjected. The scales tipped in favor of the Blacks, leaving naught but a bleak outlook.
"And how were these dragons tamed?"
"Bastard blood holds an extraordinary power, Your Grace," Larys responded, casting a fleeting glance in your direction. Your anger flared.
"My granddaughter does not ride her dragon. Sunfyre, like the king, languishes in a state of inaction. Only Vhagar and Silverwing stand to defend our city," Otto voiced.
"Silverwing has yet to recover fully. It would be unwise to send her into battle, for her presence may sow more damage than aid," you interjected. In truth, you harbored doubts as to whether you desired involvement in the imminent conflict.
"That is the least you and your dragon could offer after your lackluster performance in the recent incident, my lady," Ser Otto retorted.
Aemond swiftly intervened, commanding and authoritative. "Address Lady Y/N with the respect she deserves, grandfather. We must be prepared for any surprise attacks from the Blacks."
The fate of kingdoms teetered on the edge.
—
As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows over the cobblestone streets of King's Landing, you walked alongside Alicent, she extended an invitation, drawing you into the grandeur of the Great Table.
The Hall echoed with silence as only the two of you sat. The remnants of your interrupted conversation from the morning still lingered, beckoning to be resumed.
"Can you fathom the magnitude of the menace we face?" The very thought of combating so many fully-grown dragons sent shivers down Alicent’s spine. In that moment, the allure of escape, of fleeing the city of chaos with Alicent & Helaena, enticed you. To leave everything behind, to shield your loved ones from further bloodshed, danced on the periphery of your thoughts. Yet, that notion, ephemeral and fragile, dissolved as swiftly as it had appeared. For deep within your being, a burning desire stirred. You yearned to see her.
"We may not have the means to defend ourselves," you admitted.
"And shall we surrender, then? Yielding to her without a fight?" It held a desperate tremor, an echo of the resignation that would inevitably come.
"If your father and Aemond can devise superior strategies, if they can unearth a path to victory, then perchance we may yet elude that fate," you replied, burdened by the uncertainties that lay ahead.
"Whose side will you choose when she arrives?" Her voice betrayed the fear that gripped her heart.
A surge of guilt washed over you as you struggled to find an immediate answer, weary from the ceaseless battles waged within. In the end, it mattered not, for no matter the path you chose, you always questioned if it was the right one.
Shifting the weight of the conversation, you took a long sip of wine, the crimson liquid offering respite. And as the intoxicating warmth coursed through, you began to unburden your chest, the words tumbling forth in a hushed, intimate confession.
"My mother, she believed I harbored resentment, even hatred towards her... When she was imprisoned after King Viserys' death, she revealed the truth of my parentage to me," you confessed, your voice laden with an ache that echoed. A momentary pause allowed the weight of those words to settle. With parched lips, you took another sip.
"I accused her of me being born out of wedlock, of not being hers. And it was then, that she confessed the truth to me," you continued. Alicent's gaze remained fixed upon you, her expression unreadable, allowing you the space to share the depths of your secret.
"The anger within me swelled, for she had never intended to reveal it, and yet Corlys had known all along. He had accepted her, married her. He had accepted me and raised me as a Velaryon, never making me feel any less. For that, I am eternally grateful," you spoke, filled with gratitude.
"My true father was but a sailor, who had got her with child when she was promised to Corlys. He wanted to know me, to be a part of my life... until tragedy befell him, a cruel twist of fate. And that was the end of it. He was from Lys, as handsome as the tales of old, she said.”
Minutes passed, and you remained embraced in silence, leaving Alicent to wonder if it was time to offer her own thoughts.
She cherished the raw honesty that flowed from you, even though it was not the first time she had heard this confession. She understood the tremendous blow it had dealt you when you first learned of your true lineage.
"Perhaps my mother departed this world believing that this revelation was the reason I did not choose to follow her," you confessed, tinged with regret, the specter of missed opportunities lingering.
"But in the end, Y/N, you were by her side. You came to her rescue. In her heart, she knew you harbored no hatred, for it was something you could never possess.”
"I apologize for not confiding in you sooner," you murmured, the weight of your words softened by the realization that you had sought to shield her from the anguish that haunted your past.
"Why did you not?" Her inquiry, gentle and understanding, sought not to condemn but to unravel the complexities of your heart. "Did you genuinely believe... that I would turn you away, knowing your true parentage? You know me better than that, Y/N."
"I could not risk losing you," you confessed, the words weighed down by the fear of abandonment that had silently plagued your thoughts.
"Y/N..."
"I thought you harbored reservations..." The words escaped before you could contain them, abruptly halted as you caught yourself, unwilling to give them a voice.
She finished the sentence for you. "I know you believed that because of the princess's children.I would never turn away from you, Y/N. It pains me that you did not trust me enough to confide in me sooner, but I understand your reasons. And it is alright, truly," Alicent assured you, brimming with warmth and acceptance.
"I love you," you whispered, surrendering yourself to the rest of the night.
—
Rhaenyra recognized the urgency to press forward, as she feared being remembered as the queen who failed to rightfully claim her father's throne—a title she found unappealing and detrimental to her reputation. She had always known Alicent's words were a lie, a deceitful ploy to drive you away for good. Initially, Rhaenyra considered abandoning the fight for the sake of her children's safety, but she reconsidered, she refused to be remembered in such a manner.
For her cause, they had secured three valuable dragons: Sheepstealer, Vermithor, & Seamoke. Seamoke, her ex-husband's mount. She believed him to be alive beyond the Narrow Sea with his lover, Ser Carl. Rhaenyra envied their freedom from the burdens of duty and madness that came with their birthright. In her ideal reality, she pictured a life with you, free from all constraints.
Everything was prepared for their advancement, Jaecerys, the Prince of Dragonstone, was eager to proceed until your alliance with the High Council of the Triarchy altered their plans. Warships had arrived at the Stepstones, leading to a change in strategy. The attack was not only focused on capturing strategic locations but also targeted your father’s ancestral seat, High Tide. As those who entered the Gullet south of Dragonstone faced resistance, Prince Jacaerys fought back on Vermax, but the men from the Free Cities refused to give in. More dragons appeared above the Dragonmont, aiming to eliminate their opposition.
Sadly, the dragon ridden by Rhaenyra's eldest son couldn't withstand the assault and crashed into the sea. The heir to the Throne met a tragic end, struck by multiple arrows and swallowed by the ocean. There was no doubt about the bravery of Jace, just as his younger brother Luke had shown. The news of their demise spread quickly, leaving you with a different kind of helplessness than when you learned about Vhagar's attack on Arrax. You knew your eldest nephew wasn't a craven, and you were certain he fought until his last breath.
If you held faith in the afterlife, in.. realms beyond, you believed that Jace and Luke were now reunited.
You knew Rhaenyra’s assault on the capital was imminent, awaiting the opportune moment.
You also discovered that Daeron, earned the title of ‘Ser Daeron the Daring’. He displayed bravery by saving Lord Ormund and joining the rescue mission at the River Honeywine, becoming the hero of that battle. You knew he didn't claim all the credit for himself; he shared it with his companion & she-dragon, Tessarion, with whom you had shared many adventurous afternoons and joyful moments. Time had transformed him into a courageous, audacious, and kind-hearted lad.
Rhaenyra knew of your loss, for she, too, held deep affection Rhaenys. Upon discovering your deeds in Rook’s Rest, she naively believed you would return home to her. Yet, you did not. Finally, she comprehended that you would no longer choose her, rendering her waiting in vain. She wanted to confront you, face to face, regardless of the outcome. Expectations evaporated, leaving only the desire to extricate you from her mind and heart, allowing her to forge ahead.
—
Aemond, undeterred by counsel and brimming with conviction, persisted in advocating for a daring plan that involved riding forthwith to Daemon's doorstep. His aim was to seize his adversary unawares, ending his life within the ancient walls of Harrenhal, where the Prince had long entrenched himself. With each stride taken toward this perilous objective, Rhaenyra's vulnerability would be amplified, bereft of both husband and one fewer dragon.
Yet, despite the fervent dissuasion voiced by yourself and his mother, he scorned the wisdom proffered by those closest to him. Fuelled by his own impetuous resolve, he hastily sought to mount Vhagar's back, with Otto at his side, who embraced his shared vision.
"Tarry a while longer until your brother is fit for battle. It ill behooves you to court such hazard alone," Alicent implored, her pleas ringing forth with maternal concern.
"Mother, place your trust in my capabilities," he reassured. "Vhagar has emerged unscathed from countless fights, fret not for my well-being." Upon hearing Aemond's declaration, an almost uncontrollable surge of wrath surged within you, tempting you to lunge forward and deliver an instinctual blow upon his unwary countenance. Yet, for the sake of it, you restrained yourself, holding firm against the tempestuous emotions that coursed through your veins. "The defense of the City shall not languish," he proclaimed with unwavering confidence.
"It could, Your Grace," you interjected, your words carefully chosen to maintain a semblance of deference.
"Mark my words, I shall return bearing my uncle's head ensconced within a bloodstained sack, a fitting tribute for you, my Lady," he pronounced, with certainty and unabashed arrogance. In response, you narrowed your gaze, choosing to forsake any further attempt to dissuade him.
"Lady Y/N, I submit that you should accompany Prince Aemond, for it is wiser to traverse this treacherous path with a stalwart companion, who also happens to possess a fierce dragon. And since he spurns aid from Storm's End or his younger brother, it behooves us to act prudently," Lord Jasper proffered.
“My lords, do not misconstrue my decision as an act of cowardice. I will not forsake my post, leaving the Queen Dowager and Queen Haleana vulnerable to the machinations of their adversaries," you proclaimed.
"Fear not, for valiant men stand ready to safeguard them against any who would bring them harm. Knights capable of shielding them from all danger," He continued.
At this juncture, Alicent seized the opportunity to voice her own retort. "No knight can lay claim to greater valor or loyalty than our Lady Y/N," she admonished Lord Jasper. The men within the chamber exchanged furtive glances, and Lord Wylde, could not mask his sense of humiliation.
"'Twas naught but a humble suggestion, Your Grace, yet I shall yield to your wisdom," he conceded with an air of acquiescence.
"Come morrow, I’ll depart," Aemond declared.
~~~~~
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Obsessed with the idea of Molly being terrified of Lucien, wanting nothing to do with him and insisting that that person is dead because he was scared that Lucien just naturally desired to be cruel and that was something he never ever wanted.
But then Lucien comes back and Molly realising that Lucien largely doesnt WANT to be cruel. But he's been so warped by pain and fear that he thinks that control and possession and manipulation is the only way to keep people from hurting you.
And Molly is like "Oh honey no.... let's get you some therapy."
Molly never wanted to be cruel, ever. But helping someone in pain learn to open up to gentleness and vulnerability? To show kindness? That scares him a lot less and it's what finally leads to their peace. To Kingsley.
Acknowledging and healing Lucien's pain and fear allowed them both to be better
yES!! Mollymauk is so haunted by the little glimpses he sees of Lucien's past, lives in constant fear of those terrifying moments when another life bleeds through. "Whoever it was came to that end, and I want nothing to do with that. Whatever it was, it doesn't feel good when I--when something creeps through, I don't like it. I don't want anything to do with it. I was happy! I liked the circus! The circus was great!"
He crawled his way out of an unmarked grave and woke all alone in the world, reaching for a red moon in the dark. He's always been aware just how fragile his life is, afraid that he'd be sent back to the grave, that his charmed little life at the circus could be torn away from him at any moment--as could his loved ones, like Lestera.
Mollymauk always seemed to believe his time was short, so he always tries to make the most of it. Which involved running away from the past--from anything that could shatter the tentative peace he tried so hard to keep. Whoever Lucien was, Molly knows just enough to instinctively fear him, to believe that all his loved ones would abandon him if they ever knew the truth. During the Zone of Truth, he confesses that, "A lot of this was in the hopes that maybe it would never happen; keep moving, keep quiet."
So I can't agree more--watching Mollymauk face his greatest fear, seeing him finally confront Lucien after all this time--and he's still kind and compassionate enough to try and help him? After everything he did? It's such a pleasant surprise, and just a testament to his character and bleeding heart. I don't think there's many people who'd be able to look at this dark mirror of themselves and have the capacity for love and forgiveness that Molly does.
But of course Mollymauk still wants to help him, still genuinely cares for him. It's, "That's not how we are, Lucien. We love broken things the most." And, "I know what the others think, but the truth is...How do I put this...The world is harsh and cruel, and I don't seem to be able to just walk on by. You see a wrong? You fix it." He saw how much Lucien was suffering, he saw just how painfully alike they are--that they were both "broken," shattered souls--and he couldn't just leave him. He couldn't. Mollymauk just can't bear to abandon someone, and it breaks my heart.
And I think a big part of Lucien's fall also stems from just how much self loathing and disgust he wallowed in, how he clings so desperately to the idea he has this "glint." That he was meant for bigger, better things, that he's somehow fated for so much more--that there's an escape from his painful, bloodstained past in Shadycreek. I think Beau really struck a nerve when she asked, "Do you think you're special, Lucien? I mean, someone who wakes up every day, and thinks they're different, blessed." Because god, he wants to be. He wants to be someone capable and powerful and worthy, craves it more than anything, even as he keeps running away.
He holds onto a stack of letters from his sister that he absolutely treasures, yet he doesn't dare answer any of them--too paralyzed with fear at what she'd think, terrified she'd see the person he'd become. He thinks he's not good enough to go back to her, has nothing at all to offer her. And I think that's part of why he bought into the Somnovem so quickly; he was desperate for a way out. A chance to be more. He needs to have this glint Cree mentioned, because then there's still hope. He can still be someone fortunate enough to take care of his sister, to get them away from Shadycreek forever. He can still be one of the heroes in the little plays he used to perform. He can still change his fate. And, most tempting of all, he can bring his family back.
And it's so sad that his self-depreciation and guilt started so young, that even as a child, he was tormented by all the atrocities his parents forced him to be complicit in. Until Lucien couldn't bear what they'd turned him into anymore, and he makes sure they can't hurt anyone else ever again. "After a while I couldn't let it go on, couldn't look at myself or live with myself, so I burned the caravan with all three of them inside, took my sister, and that was that...No more little songs. No more farces."
Mollymauk is fascinating, because he's another facet of Lucien. He was born from the very same soul. So in one sense, I think Molly reconnecting with Lucien is so beautiful, because it really does feel like a kind of self love and acceptance. But in another way, I think they're almost like family too. It really struck me that Kingsley called Molly a "brother;" just the way that he said, "Everyone should have a brother." It's such a sweet sentiment, especially considering that Lucien had a brother--someone he lost so long ago.
A corpse left buried in the snow. An empty puppet. A hollow, ghastly reminder of the person he once knew. Lucien had a brother, and they were killed, their body desecrated by their own parents. He had a sister, who he was willing to sacrifice everything for, and it still wasn't enough. In the end, even she doesn't trust him anymore, and he's entirely alone. So then here's Molly, and he does the one thing that Aldreda and the rest of his family never did. He decides to stay with Lucien. To reach a hand to him when he needs it the most.
In many ways, Molly is the family that Lucien always wished for. Ironically? If they actually were siblings, I think Lucien would've been very protective of him. Even as things are, Lucien still starts to grow a bit fond of Mollymauk in spite of himself. Starts to slowly regret the life he'd taken from him, as loathe as he is to admit it. "Nothing about this has been easy, and our hard work is at an end. Our chats have been...edifying. Goodbye, Tealeaf. You won't survive where I'm going."
I do think the end of the novel really did reassure me about a lot of why I found C2 heartbreaking, because I like that Molly and Lucien both decided to come back together. That it was a choice they both made, and they both live on as Kingsley. It's Molly getting another chance and yet deciding to bring Lucien back with him, because Molly thinks he deserves it too. It's neither of them being alone. It's both of them returning to the Nein, hand in hand, and deciding to try again--
#kingsley#lucien tavelle#mollymauk /king and lucy my beloveds--#i am cradling them all so gently in my hands#yES the fact that molly was always so terrified he was once a monster and then realizes that lucien is just like him#that neither of them want to be alone in the world or empty anymore--#the self love and forgiveness and understanding#molly is just so full of compassion it makes my heart hurt
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Relinquish Your Burden: Chapter 1
Summary: 3½ years have passed since Loki gave the multiverse a chance. What if it no longer had to be his burden to bear?
Word Count: 1.3k
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1,277 days.
That's how long it had been since Loki had sacrificed his freedom to give the multiverse a chance.
After leaving Mobius with an open-ended goodbye, Sylvie had returned to the branch she’d begun to call home.
For a while, her new life was everything she'd hoped it would be. She finally had true freedom, a supportive community, a job she enjoyed, and had even adopted a cat! All without the threat of the imploding Temporal Loom hanging over her head.
All of it was possible thanks to Loki. Every day, her thoughts were pulled toward him—holding together the branches of the multiverse.
At first, these thoughts filled her with gratitude. His sacrifice was the reason she was finally able to live. Never again would anyone have to survive like she had—fighting tooth and nail for the right to exist with the TVA breathing down their neck around every corner.
But as the weeks turned into months, and those months turned to years, guilt about Loki's situation began to steadily infiltrate its way into the peaceful life she'd built.
Yes, she finally had everything she'd ever wanted, but at what cost?
The passionate, wise, and endlessly infuriating man she had come to know was enslaved by his selflessness.
If Sylvie had been able to harness the branches as Loki had, would she have done it? She'd like to think she would, but her previous actions seemed to speak otherwise.
"I asked for your help and you walked away."
"Just so we're clear, no, I didn't. I'm here, aren't I? Again!"
"You're only here because you couldn't kill him."
Loki had been right. She wouldn't have been at the TVA helping with the Loom if Victor Timely had been as easy for her to kill as He Who Remains. Years of living in apocalypses had made her selfish and reactive. She had to be selfish to survive, and being soft would have gotten her killed millennia ago. But maybe she had taken it a bit too far.
"You can't give people free will and then just walk away, Sylvie."
"It's up to us to protect them. It's up to us to do better than He Who Remains."
She hadn't even considered protecting the timelines. She'd freed them, hadn't she? Naively, she'd thought that would be the extent of her responsibility. She'd been so relieved to finally be able to live, that it had blinded her from seeing the bigger picture.
No, she wouldn't have sacrificed what Loki had, because she was selfish in a way that he would never be.
She had let him down so many times.
The worst realizations came to her at night, when the world was dark and dormant, unable to distract her from the harshest truth: that Loki would never have chosen this if he hadn't been forced to.
"If we make it, and the TVA is gone, there might be a timeline for you to rule."
"Ah, and then I'd finally be happy," he quipped back sarcastically. Leaning over, he nudged her shoulder. "What about you? What will you do, when this is all over?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know either. Maybe… Maybe we could figure it out together." As his eyes locked onto hers, she saw the deep sincerity sparkling within. If she was being honest with herself, the weight of the moment frightened her.
"Maybe."
Loki hadn't wanted a throne or glory, he'd wanted to have company. Her company, before she had taken advantage of his feelings and shattered his trust in her completely. When faced with the endless possibilities of the multiverse, Loki had wanted to create a life where he wouldn't be alone.
Yes, Sylvie loved the life she'd created, but with astounding clarity, she realized she would never be able to live it with a clear conscience. Not unless she tried everything she could to help Loki regain his freedom.
With a sigh of resignation, she shuffled over to her closet and crouched down to open the safe she kept at the bottom. With a click, it swung open to reveal He Who Remains' TemPad. With a swipe of her finger, she opened a Time Door to what had formally been the Citadel at the End of Time.
~
When Sylvie stepped through the faint glow of the opaque orange door, there was no ground beneath her. Freefalling, she desperately swiped at the TemPad until she tumbled back into her apartment.
Sprawled onto her shag rug, she tried to calm her erratic breathing.
What the bloody hell just happened?
Obviously, the kintsugi asteroid she had been expecting was no longer there. But she could’ve sworn the portal she'd seen Loki pull himself and the timelines through had led to that exact location.
When she cleared her mind enough to remember past the panic of falling, she realized there had definitely been a green light in her peripheral vision. And the distinct aura of powerful magic.
Tentatively, she swiped open another Time Door. This time, she opened it above her, so she could keep her feet firmly planted in her bedroom. When she stood and saw what awaited her on the other side, her breath caught in her throat.
Yggdrasil.
Loki had woven the timelines into the Worlds Tree.
Her childhood memories were barely more than blips of a dream, but they had been enough to create an instinctual reverence for the tree that linked the Nine Realms together. Most people, herself included—endless skeptic that she was—believe it to be intangible, or possibly even metaphorical. Regardless, she couldn't think of a more fitting symbol to uphold the multiverse.
She didn’t know how long she stood there marveling at the glowing green behemoth, but when she dropped back into her room, her cheeks were wet with tears.
~
Sylvie couldn’t sleep that night. After she had processed her initial awe at Loki’s spectacular feat, she realized something vital: magic of that scale could sustain itself.
While she herself had never been able to manifest anywhere near that much power, she’d seen enough in her overly long life to know it was true. The knowledge was partially based on experience, but more compellingly it seemed to come from innate wisdom deep within. Seeing as every Loki she had met (minus the alligator) seemed to draw on a similar magical core, this seemed like something she could trust.
She had felt the life force from Loki’s Yggdrasil. Regardless of its cosmic position, power, and creator, her instincts told her it embodied the characteristics of any other tree. Including the ability to be self-sufficient.
So why was Loki still there? Didn’t he realize this too?
She supposed it was possible he didn’t. He had seemed a bit off. One second he'd seemed so sure that Timely's little device would fix the loom. Then, within a minute of entering the control room, he'd seemed absolutely positive that his sacrifice was the only way to save them all. What had changed?
But what if he did realize his Yggdrasil's self-sufficient potential, and there was some other reason he was staying there, resigned to his self-imposed martyrdom?
Well then, if that were the case, she would just have to convince him he was wrong. That shouldn’t be too hard. After all, she’d successfully done it before.
She could convince him that he deserved to be happy too.
A trickle of doubt penetrated her confidence. Based on their last few interactions, it was entirely possible that Loki might not trust her anymore.
But maybe she wouldn’t have to convince him alone.
As the sunrise filtered into her bedroom, she opened a new Time Door. It was about time she checked on an old friend.
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Notes: As much as I loved the last episode, it hurt too much to think that Loki would have to be alone forever.
I really wanted to use some of the dialogue from episode 5 where Loki and Sylvie talk at the bar, but unfortunately this Sylvie never had that conversation.
All that being said, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of my first published fic! I'm guessing that it'll end up being at least 8 chapters.
Next chapter we get our first Mobius POV...
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