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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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GENERAL JAX HCS

mix of a bunch of stuff, probably going to be writing random stuff while waiting for requests to come in so i have something to do side note i never actually felt a knot in my neck form, only wake up with them after getting them in my sleep... until today, felt one form right in the back of my neck while i was just. standing and oh my god it sucks so much i hate knots but actually feeling it. develop. right there. sucks more i think anyways this is a mixed bag of just basic jax hcs + stuff that can tie in with other characters or the reader, we'll see since i write these notes before doing anything else

would this really be a jax hc post by the silly corner if i didnt mention the fidget headcannon? literally the hc that i bring up the most in my posts when theres readers who have accessories or tails or what have you?

i think hes going to mess with anything he can get his hands on; usually passing them between his hands or perhaps tossing them around in the air and catching them.. if its something bouncy hes going to be bouncing it along the ground while he's walking.. i think sometimes with other characters, he does try to mess with them out of habit (plus given how he snatches zoobles arm it kind of. shows hes comfortable doing that sort of thing, you know?)

sometimes messes with ragathas bow, or zoobles antennae (though with zooble its more on purpose and to annoy them).. i think you get the idea

speaking of ragatha i think they would be good friends, i mean i personally think if ragatha didnt like jax she would keep her distance from him (though to be fair we still only have the pilot so far + i think ragatha would still be polite if she didnt like him)

as for his dynamic with zooble i think they kind of egg each other on, but on the rare occasion they do agree on something they do so begrudgingly

i think his ears twitch when hes thinking or when hes irritated, not huge movements... mostly little... twiks, you know?

i dont think he really has fur personally, and if he does its really short and smooth... in my opinion he looks like he would be made of the same material as those small squishy animal toys

these ones, i got a handful of them and theyre genuinely so soft and squishy, me thinks jax would feel like these things

on the off chance he needs to cook for whatever reason, hes a terrible cook. like i think he can make one meal but outside of that hes a disaster in the kitchen... also doesnt make a good kitchen partner because hes going to think its funny to hand you the wrong thing when you ask him to pass something

malicious incompetence but hes doing it to annoy you and will probably give you the right thing after a few rounds of messing with you

no one is safe from his antics, assuming he and ragatha are good friends, shes still subject to his jokes at the bare minimum

so.... if youre friends with him youre at least going to go through the same thing

i dont think he would be a good secret keeper most of the time. like yeah sure if its something serious and important i think he would put aside his douchbagie-ness for once and keep it

but if its something outside of that? yeah no you're have more luck confiding in caine, who imo would pounce on the opportunity to gossip

probably shouts random stuff, like "hey caine, (reader) thinks youre (insert outrageous lie)!" just to mess with you. does this to other people, usually ragatha or gangle... sometimes does it to kinger, i think... only reason he doesnt do it to zooble is because they will get his ass, and hes giving pomni a 'grace period' before he decides to drag her into his shit

hes an ass but i dont think he would just jump on someone/j

speaking of, while he can be mean to some people i do think he has his limits, like hes not going to kick you while youre already down or make fun of you for something you cant really control or manipulate you by hanging something over your head (see the secret keeping thing, while he will tease you about more basic stuff if its something serious hes not going to do it imo)

you know?

though i do think hes the type to steal something from someone in order to make them talk to him; especially if he has a crush on someone... hes just a little shit like that

has this LOOK on his face when the person comes to retrieve their thing, and tbh... i can also see him waving it around over their head (hes tall, and if they can still reach it he probably jumps.. gets on his toes.. stumbles away and holds them back ect) just to keep them around for just a little longer

whether this is actually successful in getting with the person romantically depends... personally it wouldnt work for me but hey, some people find that behavior endearing and/or will be able to eventually pick up on what hes doing

does not like being vulnerable, this goes for really anything regarding feelings as he thinks it ties in with weakness (spoiler, it doesnt)... probably has a "eeeewww feelings..." mindset (though might still let you vent to him... will act uninterested but if he really didnt care hed just walk away.. more actions than words, this one is)

rarely talks about how he actually feels about things if the feeling in question is anything less than indifference or amusement... though hes not opposed to expressing anger or annoyance... will let you do what you will with that information...

naturally because of him being weird about his feelings, romantic feelings fall into the "eeeeeewww feelings..." category so hes not going to be blunt, again, actions over words here... and even then the actions here are mostly him messing with the person and trying to get them to spend time with him as a result (even if its not... hanging out..)

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #jax x reader #jax x you #jax imagine

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debra2007-blog · 1 year

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Some Trust in Duct Tape Monday, February 27, 2023 Secrets of the Soul Keepers Because of a recent terrorism scare, the government gave instructions on how to survive a chemical or nuclear attack. How? With duct tape and plastic wrap. Are you concerned with terrorism? No. Why not? I have duct tape. Concerned with a nuclear explosion? No. Duct tape. What about the book of Revelation? It's okay, I have duct tape. The cup of judgment? Duct tape. Armageddon? Duct tape. Well, they meant well. Personally, I picked up some duct tape and plastic wrap, just in case. In the end, it doesn't matter what security we have, it's just duct tape and plastic wrap. There's only One who can save us. Only one we can rest in and find peace. His name is Yeshua, Jesus. Jesus' real name, Yeshua, means He will save. If you are saved, that means you are safe…only in Him. That's the point. In Him we are to rest and trust, and find peace. Some trust in chariots, some in duct tape, but for you, trust in Yeshua who is strong and mighty to keep you in perfect shalom….strong against any terror and more effective than duct tape.

Today's Mission Today trust in the power of the name of Yeshua, Jesus. And in that name, be secure and confident.

Psalm 18:2 2 The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower. I love you, God— you make me strong. God is bedrock under my feet, the castle in which I live, my rescuing knight. My God—the high crag where I run for dear life, hiding behind the boulders, safe in the granite hideout.

MAY YESHUA HAMASHIACH BLESS YOU! Have a blessed day and week. Love, Debbie

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alokastrology1 · 1 year

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Zodiacs which are great secret keepers

In this world, there are just a select few individuals you can truly confide in and trust, and those people also happen to be the ones who are secret keepers. Naturally, as human beings, there are a lot of occasions when there are secrets that we feel can’t be kept to ourselves, and as a result, we search for individuals who we might tell them to, on the condition that they keep the secret. And these individuals are the ones that come up with the zodiac signs that are the most effective at keeping a secret out of all of them.

Know which zodiac signs are the secret keepers? Get an online astrology consultation by the world-renowned Astrologer Mr. Alok Khandelwal.

These four zodiac signs are the best at keeping secrets and will treat your confidences as if they were their own. They are the people you may confide in if you need to tell them anything that has been turning over in your mind but you don’t want them to find out from anyone else.

Leo

Leos are known for being loyal, and we all know that we can tell all our secrets to someone who is loyal. They are aware of and sensitive to the fact that one’s reputation might mean a great deal to them, which increases the likelihood that they will keep your secret to themselves. They don’t like to talk about other people, and they don’t like people who spread rumors. There are times when all we need is someone with whom we can disclose the darkest mysteries of our hearts and allow ourselves to be relieved of the weight of carrying them alone. Leos have the potential to be wonderful friends because of this quality.

Taurus

Taurus is one of the zodiac signs that is considered to be the best at keeping a secret, so it was necessary to put them on this list. People with the zodiac sign of Taurus are naturally quite private and strive to keep as little of their life out in the open as possible. Therefore, if you have ever had the need to get anything off your chest, the most effective way to do so would be to discuss it with a Taurus. The fact that they have a propensity for keeping their personal lives to themselves also works to their advantage when it comes to concealing secrets. Aside from keeping your data secure, they may also offer helpful suggestions when you’re in a sticky spot.

Virgo

Virgos have excellent listening skills and, to put it mildly, are quite good at keeping confidential information to themselves. They can be counted on and trusted a lot. Having a Virgo in your corner is beneficial not just because they are excellent secret keepers, but also because they will likely come to your aid if you are in a bind and find it challenging to confide in others. The genuine keepers are Virgos; they will help you either find solutions to your problems or learn to let them go. To a large extent, their empathetic personalities contribute to the success they have in maintaining healthy interpersonal relationships.

Read Also:- The favorite things of every zodiac sign

Scorpio

No one is better at keeping secrets than a Scorpio. Scorpios can be very understanding, which is why they care a lot about what other people do in private. They don’t like to talk about other people and don’t like to share their secrets just for fun. Trust is something that Scorpios care about a lot. They have a high level of trustworthiness themselves and enjoy putting their confidence in others, yet they are far from naive. Those fortunate enough to call a Scorpio friend or family member can count themselves among the lucky. When you are with a Scorpio, you can feel safe telling them your secrets because they are hard to find.

One’s zodiac sign can tell you a lot about whether or not they are the type of person who will protect your confidence and give you the space you need to confide in them without fear of retribution.

Only these zodiac signs can be trusted with sensitive information. Astrology says that these are the only types of people who won’t invade your privacy and can keep your secrets until they die.

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#asttrolok #astrolgy #zodiac sign #sign #great secret keepers #secrets

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divinitysheart · 2 years

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1. is your muse able to keep a secret? (@ all of em hehe)

~ Namine ~

In most circumstances yes, Namine is an amazing secret keeper. She doesn't like to tell secrets at all, in fact it's rare for her to tell any of her own secrets unless she considers you close to an extent because her secrets often have to do with a lot of things personal to her.

~ Rex ~

Rex is good with keeping secrets and is someone who you can confide your secrets into, for he wouldn't sell out his friends for anything, even if it puts his life at risk. For his friends and family are the most important things ever to him because he's dealt with enough loss for his life and he doesn't want to deal with more.

So secrets are always safe with rex, unless you're planning on the destruction of humanity, he can't really approve of that or keep that kind of secret.

~ Lumine ~

Lumine has far too many secrets and skeletons in their closet so yes, they're very scarily good with keeping them.

After living for about 1000+ years or so, it's hard to not learn how to guard your secrets well. Lumine knows how people react to the unknown, especially an immortal person that travels through different worlds, and it's not exactly always the best reaction which is why they lie and keep tons of secrets of their own when visiting new worlds. Not because they find it entertaining, but because it's a safety precaution more than anything.

~ Aether ~

Like his sibling, he too has skeletons and secrets in his closet, so once again yes he's very good at keeping secrets.

He's been alive just as long as Lumine, if not a few minutes less because they're twins, so they have dealt with a lot of similar experiences. The only difference is that Aether has never been the fondest of keeping secrets from his new found friends from the worlds they visit so if he really trusts and believes that the friend won't have a bad reaction, he'll tell them with full faith that they'll keep the secret.

~ Nia ~

Like most of my muses, she's good at keeping secrets as well. Nia has forced herself to conceal the truth behind her true self for such a long time out of fear of being killed for what she is. And even now as I portray her, she's keeps her true self a secret to most unless she truly trusts them.

For while she won't be killed for what she is now, it doesn't mean she can't be ridiculed and treated poorly for it. And the worst thing is? She didn't become like this out of her own will, but that's just getting a bit too off topic.

~ Jin ~

Jin is one of the most secretive muses I think I have, especially in XC//2, but I'll talk more about Torna Jin, a.k.a the Jin who still had faith in humanity.

For he had to keep the fact that he's the blade that's called the Paragon of Torna for since the moment Lora had awakened him, for they'd think that Lora stole him when it had been the disgusting man who'd been taking care of her mother who stole him and that Lora didn't mean to resonate with him. So he conceals his identity with a mask and keeps his origins a secret during the times of Torna: The Golden Country.

XC//2 is a different story and I'll elaborate on that sooner or later when I can put my thoughts together more haha

#evcnthorizon #✴ remnants of memory ✴ namine #❂ golden heart ❂ rex #◇ viatrix ◇ lumine #◈ viator ◈ aether #✿ merciful heart ✿ nia #♕ paragon of torna ♕ jin #( i hope this is coherent akjfkh )

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sketchguk · 2 years

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AHHHHHHHHH your friend sounds sooooo cute I'm screming! It sounds so wholesome! I don't think I can match that level of wholesome I looove when someone in a relationship knows the person from so long like from school! It makes me feel secure. Did you say she's a introvert but popular hjhjhhhh 😭 the way you said that he told her not to stress about it with a pet name 😭 sorry to your friend I'm not trying to steal her guy but why does he sound dreamy 😭 they sound cute! ahaha I wish them well! Aaah my crush is like that too~ Are older guys dreamy bcoz of their age???? hjhjhh my crush uses petnames for me too and hes very protective. He'll ask to text or call if I'm going home alone or he'll offer to drop me too. I'm scared of spending more time with him bcoz he might ask me about being a couple. But I'm still confused so I don't want him to think I'm rejecting him! Then he might think I'm leading him on too 😭 I want some time

I'm insecure too bcoz he won't show interest unless he likes me little right? So I already fit his standards. But from my side he has a job and cool friends! And I haven't done much yet so I feel it'll cause problems. But he's so sweet so idk ahaha 😔

Living with a tiger mom is so annoying 😭 I don't think she knows she's controlling either . I have no experience so I'm nervous that I like this man bcoz he's so dreamy and mature! And I only like it bcoz I've not been with other people my age . From what vibes I get , your friend seems like she'd have atleast ~some~ experience! So even if she thought he's older, she would've had the maturity to see if he's really nice or just attractive bcoz they're mature 😭 I don't think I have that maturity 😭

Thank you for talking to meeee! I'm following you for so long! One of the first blogs I followed! I keep deleting and remaking too but I follow you back everytime~ you're so sweet !

- crush anon 🧡

I adore them 😭 they're so sweet !! They're one in a million aha. Also, my friend is a self proclaimed introvert, but I question her everyday. She was well known because she did the morning announcements though :’)

You're so right about the security thing. Knowing someone from childhood can be so personal. They've seen me through puberty and through my cringey, ugly phase. They have a conception of childhood me - the skeleton in my closet, a former version of myself I so desperately want to hide away. They can attest to the person I've become, and that means everything to me 😔

Older guys are definitely dreamy :-( It's no secret that I have the phattest crush on Lee Dong Wook, and although I have a parasocial relationship with him, I am also deeply in love with him 😭 Those things should not be mutually exclusive, but I live with my head in the clouds, and no one can stop me

Sorry, this isn't about me LOL. Older guys are more mature, I suppose ! They're probably more confident and more sure of themselves which is really attractive !! He sounds soo nice. It's not very often that guys say to text when you're safely back home :-( Chivalry ! It's not dead ! He would drop you off too??? He has a license and a car?!?! Now he's a keeper !! jk jk I'm in awe because I don't even have a learner's permit 🤣 Maybe that's the difference between someone my age and someone 5 years older 💔 Oh and not to mention, the pet names are super sweet 🦋

I totally get that you need time to think about your feelings. Being in a relationship is a big thing (or at least to me aha). I hope you can voice it when the time comes !! Be bold, be brave, and be courageous !! I'm sending you lots of strength <3

Also, I definitely think that your worries and your insecurities are things worth talking about (maybe at a later time though)!! It can be scary to be vulnerable in that way, but it can solve a lot of problems :-( And if he's your friend, if he likes you enough, he'll make sure your feelings are valid !! Try not to think about where he stands with his cool job and his hot shot friends. One day, you're gonna have a nice career that makes you happy too. It may take time, but as does everything! It'll be so worth it in the end. You've accomplished a lot already, I'm sure ! Everything you do is building up to something bigger and better. You're constantly working on yourself everyday, so give yourself a little bit of credit ! I'm sure that you're just as cool as his friends, and you'd make such a great addition to their group if and when you get together ! If it ever worries you, just remember that coolness is a social construct, and we're all just people doing our own thing (I'm not just saying that because I'm wildly uncool and very much a loser, but may I am, so sue me)

Having a lack of experience can be such a hindrance, I feel you 😭 I legitimately think that's why I don't want to enter a relationship, but that's just self-sabotage, ya feel?? It's good that you're being careful and waiting to sort out your situation! But also, at a certain point, we have to act on those feelings, right? Even though it's scary and worrisome, we have to gain the experience to grow as people. Being in a relationship can teach you so much about yourself, and all we want is to grow :-( Doing it alongside a partner can be bittersweet, but it's a nuanced process that should happen one day or another. And... why not now? Every new experience is scary, but after doing it once... it won't be too new. You'll come to understand what you desire in a partner and in a relationship. It'll transfer over to how you view you self worth in relation to how others treat you. It's about giving and receiving love :-(

We never know until we try <3

Tiger moms 😭 Have you seen the Pixar movie Turning Red? Sorry, I love that film a lot LOL it's so relevant, and it might be a good way to open up conversation with her. I don't know how else to get through a tiger mom 😭 But surely, they'd have to see the error of their ways one day, right? :-( We don't want to reach a tipping point before it's too late. Meanwhile... I'm gonna keep quiet until I marry and move out 🤩 It's just mind boggling how generational trauma can slip into our lives and affect even the most essential things like... how we love and how we see ourselves

Eeek ! I'd love to chat with you whenever. I can't believe you've followed me for a long time :-( Thank you for sticking around 💛

#sorry can you tell it's 1am?#tell me to stop projecting and i will 😭#ask #anon #crush anon

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waveypedia · 3 years

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geez, you’re something to see

Rymin Week Day 2: Love Song

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tw for a small amount of implied homophobia and miscommunication

As the late afternoon sun pours in through the van’s windows, Ryan scribbles frantically on the piece of paper spread on the dashboard in front of him.

He’s crouched on the driver’s seat, the heels of his feet digging into the back of the chair. It’s not the most comfortable position, but after a long day of driving, Ryan can’t stand to stay sitting like he was the whole day. Besides, he needs to focus on the task at hand. On the paper, so innocuous and unassuming, that consumes his waking thoughts.

It’s creased and crumpled from days of hiding it away as fast as possible whenever Min comes in the vicinity (which is often, given how small the van is). But now that Min is away, out fetching his and Ryan’s dinners, the paper lays pressed open painstakingly.

I’ll rewrite it to look nice once I’m done, Ryan promises himself. Min will like it better that way.

That begs the terrifying question of whether Min will like it at all.

Ryan drags a hand through his messy hair, tugging on the ends. It’s growing out much more smoothly since Min started trimming it every month or so. Ryan pretends to complain that it ruins his rough-and-rugged rockstar look. But in truth he’d sacrifice much more to keep those nights where Min sits behind him, so close Ryan can feel Min’s breath on his neck. Ryan can’t lose the nights where Min cards his hands through Ryan’s hair oh-so-gently. He can’t lose the nights where Min holds his hair like he’s holding something valuable, instead of strands of hair his family members would disapprove of in length, rife in split ends. Ryan revels in the closeness, the domesticity, of it all far more than he should.

Ryan takes a deep breath and shakes himself out of it. Now is not the time to zone off, to find himself lost in his daydreams of Min (though heaven knows he’s good at getting off track - his parents had been sure he knew). Back to the task at hand.

Ryan picks up the pen he’d subconsciously lost when he started dreaming of Min (again). He twirls it. He caps and uncaps it. He taps it against the wheel.

Nothing new comes to mind. Of course.

Ryan’s never had this much trouble with songwriting before! As he’s famously said before (read: Min constantly teases him about), “You just gotta make it rhyme.” Out of the duo, he’s always been the songwriter of the two, although, like in every aspect of the band, they do their best work when they’re collaborating contributing equally. Hell, he’s been writing songs since he was five. (Whether the lyrics consisted of simply “I’m gonna dress my dog in a toque / I’m gonna dress my cat in a toque” is irrelevant.) Regardless of how nonsensical and wacky his lyrics can be at times, Ryan Akagi is an experienced songwriter with a touring band playing songs he composed for small to medium venues. Writing one single song should not be this hard.

Except he knows exactly why this particular song comes so difficult. While Ryan would never dream of putting anything less than his all into all of the music he writes for Chicken Choice Judy or even just Gage, he’s never held them to the same literary standard. Ryan’s performative music is wild and free, just like himself. It’s his way of expressing himself, of quite literally putting everything he has out into the world and letting it run free.

While Ryan and Min have both been consciously working to reach a middle ground since they got off the train, Min has always been the more reserved of the two. Ryan knows he can’t give Min the same unrestrained beauty in chaos he puts into his band. If Min’s been trying not to limit himself as much, Ryan can compromise. This is his way of not letting himself go so far he’ll leave Min in the dust.

This song is all about being honest with Min, after all. Miscommunication has always been their greatest enemy, and Ryan is loath to fall into the same trap yet again. Past issues aside, Min just… deserves to know. It’s too big of a secret to keep to himself. Ryan is many things but he isn’t a secret-keeper. Not when it comes to big issues.

He just needs to tell Min. It doesn’t matter how it’s received. He just needs to let him know.

It doesn’t matter.

Ryan lets out a frustrated groan, dropping the pen again to tug at his hair. If it’s not already messy, it’ll be positively cluttered by the time he’s finished. His mother would have a field day if she saw him like this.

The door handle jiggles.

Ryan’s head snaps up. He’d been completely caught up in writing (or more accurately, thinking about writing) he hadn’t noticed Min walking back to the car.

Through the window, Min waves sheepishly and holds up a bag of food. Ryan leans over the second seat to let him in.

Min slides inside and sets the bag in the space between the two seats. “Sorry about that,” he says, scratching bashfully at his beck with his free hand. “I forgot my keys.”

Ryan smiles mechanically, waving him off, and shoves the paper into the pocket of his leather jacket. At this rate it’ll be creased beyond recognition by the time he’s finished, even by his own standards. “It’s fine. I do that all the time.”

He will definitely need to rewrite it in a nicer script when he’s done.

(That is to say, if he ever feels confident enough in his work to call it done. Ryan’s sister had called Min a “perfectionist” once, citing his need to keep working on their school projects right up until the deadline because he never felt satisfied. Ryan didn’t understand the sentiment until now.)

Min gives him a curious glance, but says nothing otherwise. He’s likely written it off as just one of Ryan’s quirks. “Yeah, well.” He unhooks his keys, complete with the Dumpy keychain from his days before the train, from the dashboard and tucks them safely in his pocket. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

Ryan frowns at him. “Min, it’s fine. I know it’s not something you usually do, but everyone messes up sometimes.”

“Yeah.” Min digs around in the bag for their meals, avoiding his gaze. “Right.”

“Are you okay?” Ryan asks, slightly worried. For a minute, all thoughts of the paper burning a hole in his pocket are forgotten in lieu of caring for his best friend. “You’re acting weird, man.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” Min slips his hand into his pocket, but pulls it back out empty-handed after a minute. Odd.

They eat in silence for a couple minutes. Without the distraction of talking to Min or worrying about Min (although he’s doing plenty of that, don’t worry), Ryan is right back to worrying about his love song.

Well, it’s a good thing Min seems so nervous tonight. Unless he asks outright, Ryan has an excuse not to give him the love song tonight. He won’t add stress to… whatever has Min so worried (and Ryan, by extension).

“So…” Min fists his hands in the fabric of his shorts as if he’s nervous, except that can’t be right, because he has no cause to be nervous. Ryan is the nervous one here, obviously. Except it’s not obvious, because Min can’t know.

Min glances at Ryan, biting his lower lip. “Have you written any new songs lately?”

Ryan chokes and fumbles with his food, nearly spilling it. He knows. He knows. He knows. How could he possibly know?!

Well. It looks like he asked outright after all. Only one thing to do now, no matter how much Ryan would rather dump his food onto the seat, ruining the upholstery beyond what he and Min can pay for cleaning, and run away into the night. Never to be seen again, leaving behind only his precious guitar, van, and a confused friend.

As dramatic as Ryan is, that’s unfortunately out of the question. He wouldn’t do that to Min.

“Min, I…” Well, Ryan is a man of his word. He knows all too well how badly a lack of communication has messed them up before. He can’t keep this secret any longer.

With shaking hands, Ryan pulls the crumpled ball of paper out of his pocket and presents it to Min in a gesture that he hopes is put-together and elegant but is likely more akin to shoving it ungracefully in Min’s face. “Here.”

Min’s face had been glazed over with a sort of set determination, but that mask shatters as soon as he notices the paper. He blinks, mouth slightly agape, hands hovering near his own pocket. “O-oh. Um. Thank you, Ryan. I bet this’ll be totally rad.”

Slowly, as if unsure or confused (or maybe even disappointed? Oh man, that can’t be it, can it? Ryan’s fully prepared for Min’s disappointment, hell, he’s had the same experience with his parents, but Min doesn’t even know the context of his lyrics yet), Min takes the paper and unfolds it.

Time seems to pass much slower than normal, seconds sludging by, as Min reads the lyrics. Ryan tracks his eyes darting across the paper, his mouth opening wider and closing again as he reads and processes the meaning behind Ryan’s grand gesture.

Ryan twists his fingers together. It hurts, but not as much as watching Min read his writing. “Sorry it’s so messy. I was going to rewrite it when I was done, but…”

“Ryan.” Ryan’s mouth snaps shut as soon as Min speaks, and he jerks his head up. Min is staring at him as if he’s a new person, in a new light. “Is this… a love song?”

Ryan nods mutely, his heart pounding in his chest like the drums of an established rock band at a sold-out concert.

Min takes a deep breath. “For… me?”

Ryan nods again, sharp and jerky.

Min stares, frozen in shock, for a moment before bursting out laughing.

Ryan chokes, surprised, and whips his head away. He curls up (or as much as he can manage while sitting in the driver’s seat of his van), pressing his side against the seat and fisting his hands in the seam of his jacket.

He’d been prepared for a negative response, but deep in his heart he hadn’t expected Min to react this badly. Even after his parents had reacted worse.

Of course.

“Ryan,” Min chokes out between peals of laughter. “Ryan, Ryan, oh man. I’m not laughing at you, I promise.”

Ryan turns around slowly, hesitantly. Hope is already building in his chest before he’s even processed Min’s words.

When Min comes into his sight again, Ryan can barely meet his eyes before a piece of paper is thrust into his face. Puzzled, Ryan takes it and reads it over.

It’s… a love song.

It’s a love song, penned in Min’s neat handwriting, with classical notation instead of chords because Min learned music through his viola teacher and not as a self-taught guitarist like Ryan. Min was worried it would be a problem when they started collaborating, but their combined skills in multiple disciples has become one of their greatest assets as a musical group.

But Ryan can’t focus on the notes, however beautiful they may be, because the lyrics are telling a story he’s only dared to fantasize about in his wildest dreams.

“Sorry for laughing,” Min says, still chuckling quietly. “I just… I was trying to create a natural segue into giving this to you, and I… Wow. We’re idiots, aren’t we.”

Ryan doesn’t realize he’s crying until a teardrop lands on Min’s songsheet. He wipes it away and starts to giggle. “Yeah. We are.” He glances up, meeting Min’s eye for the first time since this whole debacle and gives him a wide, teary smile. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t think we’d be us if we didn’t pull some convoluted scheme to get our feelings out. Y’know, seeing as it took getting kidnapped by a magical death train the first time.”

Min snorts and rubs at his eyes. “Don’t remind me.” He crawls across the middle of the van and curls up next to Ryan, wrapping his arm around him. “So, are we good?”

Ryan lets out a wet laugh. “Oh man, we’re better than good. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been hoping for this?”

“Not as long as me,” Min says, grinning mischievously. “I’ve been pining since high school. Take that!”

Ryan lets his head drop onto Min’s shoulder, relishing in the affectionate closeness and warmth of him. “Man, we were such repressed nerds in high school, huh?”

“Yeah, maybe so.” Min leans his head against Ryan’s, chuckling softly. “I’m glad we’re okay now, though.”

“Me too, dude.” Ryan lets out a contented sigh. He still can’t quite believe they’ve gotten here, after all that worrying and stressing over every little detail. “Me too.”

They stayed like that for a little while, half-eaten plates of food forgotten in the back of the van. Through the open windows, the sunset lights up the sky in a fiery glow, with colors gradually shifting from pink to fiery red to deep blue.

Min hums contemplatively. “So, what now? Should we perform these onstage or what?”

Ryan toys with the paper between his fingers, absentmindedly tearing off a corner. “No, I think… I think these should be kept between us.”

“I agree,” Min says, intertwining his fingers with Ryan’s. Ryan’s heart leaps into his throat, and he’s sure his face is burning up.

“I think it would be nice if we… if we maybe wrote a love song together,” Ryan says, a little nervous.

Min smiles. “I’d like that too.”

day 2 is in the books! this one is half me projecting my experience with writer's block while writing this fic and half exploring the love they feel about each other. in their own words, what repressed nerds. love them

a whole lotta headcanons in this one c:

i didn't mean to bring sunsets back again, even for just a small detail, but i guess it's a rymin motif now. maybe i'll try to stick it in the rest of my rymin week pieces, but i won't try to shoehorn it in if it feels unnatural. god i love sunsets this is just more projection isn't it.

title is from home by edward sharpe and the magnetic zeroes! this song, just like its title implies, feels like home. it was a stigma of the songleading group i was in at camp a few years ago so it's very special to me. i'm happy to pass its lyrics on to rymin and give it a new significance for me personally!

i've been really enjoying all the rymin week content so far! good job, everyone! it's so nice to see everyone come together in support of these lovely characters

if you ever wanna talk infinity train, writing, these amazing characters, or really anything hmu here on my tumblr or my twitter! thank you for reading, and please leave a like/reblog/comment if you enjoyed it!

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 3 years

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Summer Nights: Part 2

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Overweight/Plus size Female identifying Reader

Series: Summer Nights

Warning: Fred’s death, the series will mention issues such as guilt, grief, etc. + Chapter specific warnings: physical attraction, gawking, hot Charlie.

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff (formerly imaginesofeveryfandom) aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Summary/Request: You’d always had brief glimpses of Charlie Weasley throughout your life, but despite your closeness with the rest of the Weasley family and your friendship with the Weasley Twins, you had never officially met. Until Charlie Weasley decided to take the summer off from his work as a Dragon Keeper at the Romanian Reserve and come back home, to the Burrow, that is.

Notes: Gif is my own, using my art of Charlie Weasley which you can find on my art blog @artisticwarnug here. If you use please make sure you credit me and my art blog properly, that the ownership is clear as it is my own art and I would hate for it to be unclear that I made it <3 x

Prologue / Part 1

June was looking to be surprisingly warm in England and with that in mind you forwent the usual woollen jumpers of the Weasley clan and instead reached for your summer clothes that had been sat in the back of the wardrobe for many months. Pulling on a pair of denim shorts, the only pair that you’d managed to get to fit given your wide hips (unlike other denim shorts they didn’t gape at the waist much to your joy), and a vest top, before shoving your feet in your worn trainers. Running a brush through your hair you contemplated the changes you’d gone through since Hogwarts.

You were still a large woman, wide hips, soft stomach, big arms, fat rolls, a soft looking face, thick thighs. But, the self-consciousness you’d held during school was almost nonexistent. The energy you used to have was somewhat diminished, you usually had dark circles under your eyes, and a tired sort of look. Your hair was finally how you’d always wanted it, your parents no longer allowed to tell you off for cutting it this way or that or dying it this colour or the other. (Not that changing your hair was particularly hard when you had magic at your disposal). You looked older, that was certainly true, the youthful look had gone slightly and while you still looked young, you certainly looked like the adult that you were. You hadn’t grown any taller since school and for the most part you thought you looked rather the same, just with more confidence in yourself, a generous helping of trauma and heartache and a few years added on.

Returning the brush to the dresser underneath your mirror, you decided it was probably time to make your way to the little patch of vegetables and fruits that you were charged with watering.

There was something relaxing about gardening at the Burrow, it took your mind off the war that had been and instead allowed you to ground yourself. The sounds of the birds in the trees, the feel of the warm sun on your skin, the soil beneath your hands and knees. It involved a multitude of sensations which helped focus you, helped you smile, even briefly and reminded you that somethings don’t change. Despite everything the earth was still the same, the birds still sang their songs, the sun still decided to shine. While you had all changed and all been touched, some things were constant.

You watched George swing a gnome wildly as you filled a watering can, Ron was nearby being bitten by a gnome. Aguamenti came in handy, quickly filling the can. The vegetables were doing well already, despite needing a little weeding and a little watering, the plants looked healthy. You were sure that Mrs Weasley had some sort of secret trick to making them grow so well and so effortlessly.

You started weeding first, despite the warm sun bearing down on you. You found yourself wiping your brow of sweat every few minutes and your skin felt like it was covered in a thin layer of moisture. But, still you persisted. Until you heard George swear loudly. This swearing prompted a series of events which completely distracted you from your gardening. This series of events went something like this; George swore (something about Merlin’s saggy balls), you promptly looked up to make sure he hadn’t been seriously hurt to find he had just been lightly kicked in the shin by a gnome, at the sound of laughter your eyes moved from George to Charlie...and there in laid your distraction.

As has previously been said Charlie Weasley was an incredibly attractive man, but more so when he was shirtless, standing in the sun, with a large smile on his face. It was a beautiful sight. Charlie’s smile was on its own something that made you feel warm inside, like things were okay because he was smiling. But, dear merlin, were you a woman with certain feelings. Charlie was broad shouldered and beautiful, genuinely beautiful. The magical tattoos that moved across his skin of their own accord, the heavy layer of freckles. The scars that littered his body didn’t detract from the sheer beauty of Charlie, if anything it added to it.They made you more aware of just how resilient and strong Charlie was. You wondered if he could pick you up with those strong arms, what it would be like to be carried by Charlie or simply to be held by him. He looked warm and safe...and delicious. You sighed wistfully as you watched him degnome the garden, your weeding and watering long forgotten.

“You can’t be serious.” You jump with a little squeak (or rather a loud shout) as Ginny pops up right behind you and interrupts your day dreaming. George and Charlie look over at you, from your place in the dirt where you’d fallen in shock, but seemed to decide that you were okay. With a light laugh at your expense they returned to degnoming.

“Ginny!” You hiss at her, “Don’t scare me like that!” You loved the girl dearly, but she knew you were easily scared. Especially after the war. It had heightened your anxiety and hyper awareness.

“I wouldn’t have scared you if you hadn’t been drooling over my brother.” She teases, sitting down next to you in the dirt, “Besides, mum asked me to come help you...I think she noticed you were distracted.”

“Please tell me she didn’t...she’ll be insufferable.” You look towards the Burrow, worried you might see Mrs Weasley eagerly watching you.

“So you don’t want to date my brother?”

“I...I find him pleasant to look at...is all.” That was a lie and the both of you knew it. You would happily date Charlie Weasley. Not only was he physically very attractive, but he was funny and seemed kind and invested in his career. You just had reservations...after all he worked and lived in Romania and if it all went terribly wrong what would happen with your extended family? Would you no longer be able to spend time with the Weasley’s? What if he wasn’t interested and you simply made everything terribly awkward?

“You know there’s no harm in liking someone, right? It’s not going to kill you to admit you’re attracted to him.”

“It’s more than that, Ginny. It’s more complicated. There’s a million other factors to take into account. We’re not kids in school, Gin...we’re adults and we have our own lives and that’s not even taking into account that just because I think Charlie is handsome doesn’t mean he’s interested in me in the slightest!” You pick at the stones in the vegetable patch, throwing them away, just to give your hands something to do. You can feel the embarrassment rising in you at talking about this with his own sister, your friend.

“Piss off! As if he wouldn’t be!”

“Gin, this is the brother that I have been told on numerous occasions will probably remain a bachelor forever. Why would he be interested? I’m a bit of a mess...” Charlie had always been portrayed as a lone wolf, the least likely Weasley to get married, and most likely to die a bachelor. It was hard to imagine he’d suddenly take an interest in a relationship just because you were there.

“We all are. The war did a number on most of us...but you’re amazing and I know my brother. If he’s not already interested, he will be.” She bumps your shoulder with her own and for a moment she seems like the older one, the wise one...not you.

The two of you work together on the vegetable patch, talking about other things such as Harry and whether he’ll propose before Ginny does and her contract with the Holly Head Harpies. It’s nice, you think, as you take in a deep breath of fresh air before a cold wet feeling falls over you and you gasp in shock.

Your hair is dripping, you blink water away from your eyes, your clothing soaked as you look up to see a now empty bucket hovering above your head and a laughing George Weasley doubled over nearby. With a battle cry you run at your best friend and tackle him to the ground, grabbing your wand you cast aguamenti and a stream of water hits him straight in the face. It doesn’t take him long to throw you off and run away, but you watch as Ginny chases after him. Ron is watching with a gnome attached to his leg, his attempts to shake the little thing off don’t seem to be working. In all this excitement you forget that another Weasley was also present...that is until two arms wrap around your thick waist and pull you off the ground.

You barely have enough time to yell “Charlie!” Before a stream of water hits your face. You try not to laugh, lest you choke on the water, but it's hard to do so. Something about this whole situation just seems hilarious to you. Maybe it's your pitiful attempts to get free, not that you were trying especially hard, or maybe it's that it feels like it used to. Like things weren’t different. Like you were all still kids not war weary adults.

“Charlie!” You push away from him, managing to break free and immediately turn on him wand raised.

This water fight between you, Charlie, George, and Ginny, with the occasional complaint from Ron as he gets sprayed by water, continued until Mrs Weasley came out of the Burrow.

“Look at the lot of you! Inside, you best get dry and changed before you catch your death!”

You laugh lightly at the concern on Molly’s face as she ushers you all in with a tea towel in hand, most likely having been making lunch when she saw the lot of you soaked to the bone.

You look up at Charlie as he bumps your shoulder lightly and smiles down at you as he passes. You sigh lightly as he walks in front of you. It would be rather nice you think...to be Charlie’s girlfriend. Rather nice indeed.

Ginny giggles as she moves up to next to you, raising her eyebrows and smirking. You simply roll your eyes but can’t keep the smile off your face. Maybe she wasn’t wrong after all...

#summer nights #reader insert #readerinsert #charlie weasley x reader #charlie weasleyxreader #charlie weasley/reader #charlie weasley / reader #harry potter #harry potter reader insert #plus size reader #overweight reader #female reader

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zelenacat · 3 years

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When We Were Young- Chapter 16- An Obitine Story

Saturday came too quickly for the Duchess, she had now clue how she was going to tell her children she was pregnant again. She was thirty five now, dear God, what if something went wrong?

A knock scraped the door, “Lady Mother?”

“Come in, Tristan.”

Her second son wasn’t surprised to see all the shades drawn in the Duchess’ personal parlor, still, he seemed on edge.

“Is everything alright, Lady Mother?” he asked.

“Quite,” Satine swallowed, “I just have something important to tell you all.”

Tristan nodded and took a cookie from a plate of them. Tyra entered five minutes later.

“I’m on a discovery day,” she explained, “basically I’m supposed to look inside myself with the force.”

“And naturally,” Tristan began, “you’re here instead.”

“Naturally.” Tyra agreed.

Korkie and Mara came in together, happily chatting about Korkie’s schoolwork. However, when Satine got up and locked the door, they quieted down.

“I’m very nervous to tell you all this,” the Duchess began, wringing her hands, “but it does affect us all.”

Korkie stood and helped his mother to the couch. Satine waited till he was seated again to continue.

“No one can know about this,” she began, “just like no one can know about your parentage.”

Tristan and Tyra looked at each other. Mara’s brow furrowed.

“Lady Mother,” Korkie piped up, “it’s alright, you can tell us.”

“You’re getting twin sisters,” Satine said shakily, “and I was never able to tell your father about you.”

The shock settled in.

“Lady Mother,” Tyra began, “Father is in the Outer Rim, is that right?”

“Yes.”

Tyra’s face saddened, “There are rumors that the Council predicts he will be there for almost a year.”

The Duchess straightened, “I hadn't heard that.”

“It’s just a rumor,” Tyra frowned deeper, “but we never know with the war.”

Satine leaned back in her chair, “Ah, yes, war.”

“Is there any way we can help you conceal this?” Mara asked.

“We’ll see whether or not they’re force sensitive,” the Duchess announced, “but likely they will have to be split up.”

“One to the Temple and one-”

“I don’t know.” Satine interjected.

“Congratulations, Lady Mother,” Tristan smiled, reaching over, “I’m excited to meet my sisters.”

“So am I,” the Duchess smiled sadly, “thank you for your support, Tristan.”

Everyone turned to Korkie.

“So our father continues his trend of leaving you with children even though he’s a Jedi.” spat the Duke of Sundari.

“Korkie!” Tyra warned.

“You know what,” Korkie stood, “no, why does he do this?”

“Korkie,” Trsiatn began, “calm down.”

“The holonet portrays him as some hero,” Korkie crossed his arms, “yet he leaves you pregnant every time without a second thought!”

“Korkyrach Kryze,” Satine snapped, “I won’t hear anymore of this!”

Korkie didn’t move.

“Don’t raise your eyebrow at me, young man,” the Duchess warned, “your father is certainly a hero, he just doesn’t know he’s a father.”

“Some intuitive Jedi he turned out to be.” Korkie snapped.

“Korkyrach-”

“I’m happy for you, Lady Mother,” the Duke of Sundari continued, “I really am, I just don’t see why you defend him!”

Satine swallowed, “I love your father, Korkie, and as soon as it’s safe to reach him I will contact and tell him.”

“I don’t want to meet him.” Mara frowned.

“I’ve only seen him in passing,” Tyra piped up, “but he seems nice.”

Mara turned, “How can a man who doesn’t care about the mother of his children be nice?”

“He doesn’t know.” Tristan offered.

“Still,” Korkie added, “if he loved Lady Mother enough to marry her-”

“We’re not married.”

All eyes turned to the Duchess.

“I lied to him, I was the one who kept him in the dark,” tears welled in Satine’s eyes “if anyone is to be blamed for our fractured family it’s me.”

Korkie shook his head, “I can’t believe that, Lady Mother.”

“You needed to protect us.” Mara added.

“It’s true,” Tyra seconded, “the Jedi Council would’ve likely expelled our father, or at least had us killed.”

Tristan reached out to the Duchess, “You can’t blame yourself, Lady Mother, this is what life has thrown at you.”

“Thank you, children, for your support,” Satine swallowed, eyeing Korkie, “we will not speak of this again until we have plans.”

Tyra stood and kissed her mother’s cheek.

“Take care, Lady Mother.”

Mara came next, following Tyra’s example.

“I wish you well, Lady Mother.”

Tristan embraced his mother.

“Congratulations, Lady Mother.”

Korkie kissed his mother’s hand.

“I’m sorry, Lady Mother.”

“Don’t be,” Satine replied, “there’s so many secrets floating around.”

“I hope you won’t keep anymore from us.” Korkie replied.

“I don’t intend to.” Satine promised.

Ahsoka arrived the following Monday.

“My lady, if I may,” Almec began, “what do the Jedi know of our ways? Do we really want them meddling with our children's education?”

“Surely there is nothing to fear from exposing them to new ideas,” Satine smiled as memories came to her, “Prime Minister.”

“Duchess Satine.”

Anakin kissed Satine’s hand, playing the party of Jedi Master of Almec.

“Master Skywalker, so good to see you again,” Satine turned to Ahsoka as if she didn’t know her, “this is your Padawan, I assume.”

“Yes, m’lady, may I present, Ahsoka Tano.”

Ahsoka’s grin threatened to barge out of her calm face, “Duchess, Prime Minister.”

Satine gave some welcome thanks about the peace keepers of tomorrow, and how important it was that they be instructed correctly. To which, Master Skywalker awkwardly replied that he had to return to battle, but that Ahsoka had the full confidence of the council.

“Cadets: Korkie, Amis, Lagos,” Prime Minister Almec summoned, “come greet the Jedi.”

“Woah,” Amis pointed, “is that a real lightsaber?”

“Amis-”

“Dude,” Korkie gestured, “she’s a Padawan.”

“Right.”

The Prime Minister was horrified.

“Padawan Tano,” Satine began, “may I introduce Cadet Korkie, my nephew.”

The children shook hands, failing to hide their glee.

“Excuse me sir,” a clone popped up, “but it is time to depart.”

Almec held out his hand, “Please, Padawan Tano, no off-worlders may carry weapons on Mandalore.”

“Perhaps your Master should take your weapon.” Satine suggested.

After a quick second, Ahsoka passed her lightsaber to Anakin.

“Welcome to Mandalore, Padawan Tano.” the Prime Minister smiled.

On their way to the Royal Academy of Government, Amis and Lagos pestered Ahsoka with questions about the Jedi Order. Satine was disappointed to note that Korkie was faking his disinterest poorly.

“Enough of this talk children,” Almec waved his hand, “you are the future leaders of Mandalore, you have nothing to do with the Jedi.”

Korkie turned to Ahsoka, who raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t you agree, Padawan Tano.” the Prime Minister asked.

“I think sympathy is an important attribute for any leader,” Ahsoka began, “be they Mandalorian or Jedi.”

Almec nodded politely, clearly displeased.

Apparently, Ahsoka’s lesson went well, Korkie told his mother all about it after the class. Except, Korkie came to see her the following afternoon with his friends.

“There’s no food shortage,” Korkie began, “we found stores of food at the government port.”

Satine raised an eyebrow, “How do you know this?”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“I beg to differ.” Satine argued.

As a cadet explained about the secret recording they’d managed to capture, the Duchess’s mind whirled.

Korkie himself, Satine noticed, was angry.

“We have to find the one responsible.” he stated energetically.

The Duchess put her hand on her son’s arm, “This is a serious matter, I agree, but the source of this evil may be more than you cadets can handle.”

“People can be very deceiving,” Satine continued, walking towards the door, “you don’t want to get yourselves into trouble.”

Korkie scoffed, “But, Auntie, don’t you see, you can’t ignore this!”

“I won’t, trust me,” Satine stroked Korkie’s head, “but for your safety you must let me handle this. Now run along, all of you. There will be time to save the world when you’re a bit older.”

Satine went straight to Almec, who seemed very worried indeed.

“No, Almec,” the Duchess straightened, “this must be addressed immediately! Children and corruption never mix well, do you know what this means for the system?”

They came the next day when Satine was in her office. She turned to find the secret service facing her, the prime minister’s personal guards. Suddenly, everything became clear.

“Don’t,” Satine held up her hands to keep them away from her stomach, “I will go willingly.”

She couldn’t help but despair, Almec was a traitor and a wise politician, he would ruin all the good work she had done for the past seventeen years. Not only that, but they would soon realize her condition, and it would be all over.

The next friendly face she saw was Ahsoka, “I’m getting you out of here.”

Satine nearly cried, “Ahsoka, no, it’s a trap!”

The Padawan was shocked.

“I see you’ve found the Duchess, youngling,” Almec smiled, “you may stop your playacting now Sergeant.”

The guards stood at attention, “Prime Minister, sir!”

“Using a Jedi mind trick was a very poor decision,” the Prime Minister continued, “my guards have been trained against such archaic magic. And now you have revealed yourself as a conspirator. Set for stun!”

Satine winced as Ahsoka was hit with a stun ray.

“You little fool,” Almec goaded.”

A guard handed the Prime Minister a holopad and pen.

“Sign it,” Satine looked up to face Almec, “sign it and confess to your treasonous ways.”

The Duchess growled, “There is only one traitor to Mandalore here, Prime Minister, and that’s you! You control the black market, you have betrayed the public trust, and you used your office to accumulate wealth and power! It’s shameful!”

Almec actually laughed, “You’re idealism is inspiring, Satine, but honestly, I established the black market for the people.”

“That’s absurd!” Ahsoka shouted, eyes flashing.

Satine realized in that moment that Korkie must’ve told her about the secret, and it pained the Duchess to know that Ahsoka would die trying to save her if necessary.

While Almec gave his “humanitarian” excuses about the black market, Satine grumbled at him.

“My patience has run thin, Duchess, Sergeant, put the shock collar on her!”

Ahsoka’s eyes went wide.

“No, no wait,” she begged, “the Jedi Council won’t-”

“The Jedi Council has no authority on Mandalore,” the Prime Minister spat, “who cares what they think?”

The shock came, if Satine’s hands weren’t bound, she would’ve cradled her stomach. Fortunately, the shocks were centered around her neck, but the Duchess knew her whole body would suffer.

“I would rather die,” Satine gasped, “then sign your confession!”

“That can be arranged.” Almec grinned.

“You’re wasting your time,” Ahsoka growled, “you’ll-”

“Bring me those traitorous Cadets!” the Prime Minister barked, ignoring Ahsoka.

“No,” tears welled in Satine’s eyes, “you can’t they’re just children!”

Almec laughed.

“I’m afraid your nephew will have to suffer needlessly,” Almec announced as the children arrived, “put the shock collar on Cadet Korkie.”

Satine watched helplessly as her son’s face contorted in fear, but he did not step backward. Ahsoka however, wouldn't have this. The Duchess watched impressed as the Padawan knocked down three guards by herself, allowing Korkie and his friends to overpower their guards, even with their hands tied. After a quick skirmish with the stun gun, Ahsoka was able to get the shock collar on Almec.

“Stop fighting!” he yelled.

His thugs looked at one another.

“Send for my personal guards.”

After the guards arrived, Satine had the great pleasure of locking Almec up herself, but she would not, however, let that pride get to her.

“You must know by now,” Satine turned to Ahsoka, “that I did not bring you here just to teach. I knew something was amiss, but I didn’t know who I could trust. Luckily, I made the right choice in Padme, a friend of the Senator’s was bound to be useful, especially a Jedi.”

“I never doubted you, Duchess.” Ahsoka smiled.

“Neither did we.” said Korkie, going in for a hug.

On the way out, Satine insisted that Korkie and his friends be escorted back to the academy.

“But-”

“Listen to me, son,” Satine leaned in close, “my ladies will help me, I’ll let you know if anything has changed.”

“Of course,” Korkie paused, “Lady Aunt.”

Satine kissed Korkie’s head before they left.

“Momdalore,” Ahsoka began, “Padme said that my mission was especially important, but I didn’t realize-”

“It’s alright,” Satine put a hand on Ahsoka's shoulder, “you got us out of there.”

“So, so,” Ahsoka’s eyes went wide, “you’re really-”

Satine hushed her, “My ladies will accompany me to the medical ward, I would like you to stand guard at the door.”

Ahsoka grinned so wide Satine thought she was liable to burst.

“I’d be honored.” the Padawan nodded.

Khaami and Parna were very fussy when the Duchess returned.

“Oh, Satine,” Parna cried, “we thought Death Watch got you!”

The Duchess shook her head, “Never.”

Khaami lowered her voice, “We’re glad you all are safe.”

“They gave me a shock collar,” Satine whispered back, “accompany me to the medical ward.”

The nurse on call asked if she should send for the doctor.

“No, thank you,” Satine smiled politely, “I’d just like my vitals checked, it’s been a frightening couple of days.”

When the nurse left to prepare, Khaami and Parna went in search of an old sonogram machine. The most modern ones were as large as holo screens, but the one Khaami found was likely one that belonged to Satine’s mother. This one was about ¼ the size.

“I used one like this,” Khaami whispered, pouring gel on Satine’s stomach, “I can remember how to work it.”

Parna kept on guard for the nurse, who was at the end of the hall quietly humming to herself. Satine watched as the machine blinked on, and after a while, Khaami found them.

“How long?” Khaami asked.

Satine thought back, eyes on the screen, “About eleven weeks, almost a first trimester.”

“They’re beautiful, Satine,” Khaami smiled, “two healthy little girls.”

The Duchess once again found tears in her eyes.

“Six children?” Khaami whispered in awe.

“I know.”

Khaami began turning off the machine just as they heard Parna’s voice.

“Oh, excise me, nurse,” she laughed, “the Duchess would just like some water.”

Satine pulled down her shirt without wiping the gel away. Khaami hid the machine under the medical bed.

“You ready, Your Grace?” asked the nurse.

Satine amiled, “Yes, thank you.”

After a moment, the nurse frowned.

“Your heart rate is a little high.”

“Nerves, Your Grace?” Khaami suggested.

“Yes,” Satine nodded, “I don’t think I’m quite over the whole ordeal.”

The nurse smiled sympathetically, “Perhaps a night’s rest then?”

“Yes.”

Satine sat up and swung her legs over.

“Your Grace,” the nurse swallowed, “if you are in need of any other medical assistance, please do ask.”

The Duchess understood her immediately, it was nearly impossible to fool a doctor after all, “Thank you.”

Upstairs in her room, Satine showered after bidding good night to Ahsoka. As she dried her hair, Satine’s thoughts unconsciously wandered to Obi-Wan. God, she missed him. Then, as if the universe knew what she was thinking, Satine’s comm beeped. Puling her nightgown over her head, Satine rushed to the table.

“Obi-Wan?” she asked quietly in utter disbelief.

“I was wounded, but I’m alright now.”

Satine began to shake, hearing her Jedi’s voice had put her into shock. The Duchess collapsed into a chair.

“Satine?”

“I,” she quivered, “I, are you alright?”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan replied, “I just heard about what happened.”

“I’m alright too.” Satine smiled sadly.

An uncomfortable pause followed, only ending when both Satine and Obi-Wan spoke at the same time.

“I love you.”

“I just wanted,” Satine paused, “you love me?”

“Yes, my darling, I do.”

The Duchess burst into tears.

“Satine-”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” Satine breathed, “because-”

“General Kenobi?”

The comm flicked off. Satine cried a little more. Obi-Wan was still embarrassed about their relationship, he was a Jedi after all, their poster boy.

“Satine,” Obi-Wan’s warm voice cooled, “Satine, did I upset you?”

“I don’t know what to do.” the Duchess gasped.

“I’ll be back soon.”

“But you don’t want anyone to know about us.”

Obi-Wan sighed, “I’d get in trouble, so would you.”

“I understand,” Satine forced the words out of her mouth, “you may leave me if you wish.”

There came a moment of silence, and Satine’s heart dropped.

“Satine-”

“Ben,” the Duchess sniffed, “what am I going to do?”

The Jedi’s voice softened, “What’s wrong, my darling?”

“I have a problem-”

“Do the people know?”

“No,” Satine swallowed, “but I could get in a lot of trouble.”

Obi-Wan understood immediately, “Who made you do what you did?”

Satine was quiet.

“Because if you’re being blackmailed-”

“It’s medical.” the Duchess blurted.

“Satine?”

“Ben-”

“General Kenobi?”

“Not now, Cody!” Obi-Wan shouted.

Satine flinched at his ferocity, she imagined so did the clone.

“Sorry, General.”

The Duchess heard a door close.

“How badly were you hurt?” Satine questioned suddenly.

“Not terribly.”

Satine snorted, “I don’t believe that.”

Obi-Wan sighed, “I’ll be out of fighting for at least two months.”

“Obi!”

“I’m fine, really, Satine, I-”

The Duchess yawned, “I’m too tired to be lied to, Ben, and I need sleep, but know you can call me whenever.”

The Jedi’s voice turned gooey, “Sleep well, my love.”

Satine blew a kiss at Obi-Wan’s blue figure, he winked back. The Duchess was so tired she completely forgot to feel guilty for concealing the truth from her Jedi.

In the morning, after arriving on the platform and putting her son at ease, Satine watched as Korkie and Ahsoka joked around.

“It was an honor to serve with a Jedi Knight.” Korkie winked.

“It was my privilege,” Ahsoka retorted, “to be your teacher.”

Just then, Master Skywalker descended onto the platform, looking mildly amused yet concerned,

“I hope this assignment wasn’t too boring for you.” he said loudly.

Ahsoka shrugged, “Well, it had its moments.”

“Oh,” Anakin clutched his chest, “like the part where you enlisted untrained children to help you overthrow a corrupt government?”

“Yeah,” Ahsoka turned back,”that was a highlight.”

“We had fun!” Korkie shouted.

Anakin snorted, “And would Your Royal Highness accompany Ahsoka on a mission like that again?”

The Duke of Sundari almost answered, but then his mother cut him off.

“You better not be planning to take my Korkie anywhere, Master Skywalker.” she raised an eyebrow.

Anakin bowed, grinning like a fool, “I would never disobey any order from you, Duchess.”

Satine clicked her tongue, “That’s good to hear, do tell my favorite Senator she’s an angel for sending Ahsoka.”

Anakin smiled like a young loverboy should, possibly something about her choice of words, “I will.”

Satine turned as the ship sped off, ordering the children back to their studies.

“Yes, Your Grace.” Wrapping an arm around Korkie Satine walked to the speeders waiting for them.

“No more sneaking into government warehouses.” the Duchess commanded, shooting a look at her son.

“Never again, Lady Aunt.” Korkie bowed.

“Study hard.” Satine waved.

Back at the palace, Satine summoned the nurse from the night before to her quarters. She could tell the woman was nervous, her curtsy was quick.

“Your Grace.”

“Tell me your hypothesis,” Satine leaned back, “tell me why you think I was in the med ward last night.”

The nurse straightened, gathering her courage, “I found an old ultrasound machine under your bed.”

“Which means?”

“You’re expecting.”

Parna and Khaami looked at one another.

“The image saved,” the nurse continued, “and your twin girls are healthy.”

“No one can know.” Parna crossed her arms cooly.

“I won’t tell,” the nurse vowed, “I’ve seen what women do to get out of these predicaments.”

“That won’t be the case here,” Satine assured her, “the only others who are aware of my condition are my head guards and my ladies.”

The nurse nodded.

“Do tell us your name.” Khaami added.

“Hera,” the nurse smiled, “there was an ancient goddess who my mother revered.”

The Duchess grinned, “The goddess of childbirth, how fitting.”

“I’d love to be of more help,” Hera continued, “especially with your second ultrasound.”

“Second?” Parna frowned.

“It’s recommended you get two,” Hera explained, “your second should be about the five month mark.”

“I’m exactly eleven weeks.” Satine told her.

“Then we should have some time,” Hera smiled kindly, “I’m sure this must be hard with your duties.”

Satine huffed in agreement. Parna’s comm flashed.

“Your personal advisors are waiting in the throne room with the ruling council,” she told her lady, “they wish to discuss the upcoming elections.”

“Ah,” the Duchess stood, “I must go, thank you for your time, Hera.”

“Please look for me if your Grace requires anything.” the nurse curtsied.

The ruling council were keen to hear Satine’s personal recollection of recent events, and once she told them, they revealed that Almec’s friends weren’t happy with his arrest.

“A public statement was made this morning by his deputy,” Countess Bralor frowned, “who claims to be innocent of any crimes.”

“It is good that elections are in a month,” Governor Eldar stated, “as the new Governor of Concordia, I was hoping to make an official request that you attend the swearing in ceremonies of the winners.”

“But we are unsure,” continued one of Satine’s advisors, “it could be portrayed that you had a hand in Almec’s downfall.”

“He destroyed himself.” the Duchess responded coldly.

The counselors looked at one another.

“Perhaps if you were to do an interview, Your Grace,” Countess Bralor suggested, “and share your experiences with the public, perhaps they might appreciate what you went through.”

Satine hated interviews, they made her feel exposed.

“How about a press conference.” the Duchess suggested.

It was scheduled for later that day. Satine made sure to wear one of her corseted gowns. On one side sat her personal advisors, the ruling council was on the other, and behind her stood Parna and Khaami.

“I am before you today to discuss our former Prime Minister’s fall from grace,” Satine announced, “I know many of you are as shocked as I was to discover the truth, and I am here to answer any questions you have on the subject.”

One reporter raised her hand.

“What was the Prime Minister’s reasoning for doing what he did?”

“In his mind,” Satine began, “the black market and food shortage were assets to Mandalore because it funneled money into the government while keeping the citizens innocent of their knowledge as to where their money was going. It was essentially a tax on the most needy in our system.”

Another reporter raised his hand.

“The former Prime Minister blamed you for these crimes,” he asked, “why do you think that was the case.”

“He needed a scapegoat,” Satine replied, “and he knew I would not rest until my government was free of corruption. Almec put a shock collar on my person and attempted to do so kn my nephew, who is a minor. Three other Cadets were jailed because of their efforts to inform me.”

There was some muttering about the shock collar, and the jailed children, before Satine continued.

“The former Prime Minister did not act alone, we know it was not possible for him to do so,” the Duchess straightened, “therefore, the new efforts to capture corrupt criminals in government positions will be doubled. You may expect many more revelations in the coming weeks.”

With that, Satine left. Dramatic as she liked to be, the Duchess knew she had made enemies that day. Corrupt officials who vowed never to lose their wealth. Well, if they gained it through improper ways, then they would.

Within a week, they had a new Prime Minister and Deputy Prime Minister, a new liaison to the Republic Senate, and the first liaison to the Sepereatist Senate.

#satine kryze #Duchess Satine #satine x obiwan #obiwan #obi wan kenobi #obitine #korkie kenobi #korkie kryze #areyallstillhere?

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thecollectiverpg · 2 years

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L O A D I N G V I L L A I N P R O F I L E …

NAME: ZENITH AKA MOTHER OF INVENTION AKA RACHEL GALLERY

AGE: THIRTY-SEVEN

TIER: FIVE

GENDER & PRONOUNS: TRANS WOMAN, SHE/HER

ABILITIES: FLIGHT, LASER VISION. MECHANICS, ENGINEERING, AND WEAPON DESIGN

MEMBER SINCE: 2008

BACKGROUND (CONFIDENTIAL: SECURITY PASSCODE REQUIRED)

Rachel Gallery learned to be mercenary from a young age. She learned it from the best. The best, in this situation, being her father. Gregor Gallery was a genius, that was a universally accepted fact. If you wanted something, he could build it for you, from cars to bombs to cloaking devices. He wasn’t particularly picky about who benefited from his services, as long as the money was good and you gave him enough respect, enough freedom. He worked for and with the Guardians because they wanted the best machines, the biggest guns, and a man who wouldn’t ask too many questions. He didn’t give a shit about their ideals, or their enemies, or who had the biggest and best power. All he cared about was the work, the money, and his daughter. He kept their little secrets, and he sold half his inventions on the black market while none of them were looking –– all in the name of a bigger and better life.

Rachel practically grew up in a lab, wrist deep in circuit boards and the guts of machinery, fingers filthy with motor-oil and hair singed by a blow torch. Her father taught her how to do anything and everything that she set her mind to, doted on her and called her by every name she ever chose. There’s power in being smarter than everybody else, he told her, knowledge is power.

And when she gains her powers, he smiles at her. He kisses her on the forehead and tells her: There’s power in a secret, Rachel. A secret identity, a secret power. Being smarter than everyone else can keep you safe, but letting them underestimate you helps as well.

Knowledge is power. Rachel still believes that. But power is power as well –– and she’s lucky, she has both. The power, and the smarts to keep it secret.

There are no youth groups for the young Rachel Gallery, even though she could have made a name for herself that way. She doesn’t play teenage superheroes. She studies at her father’s side instead, learns everything he can teach her –– she isn’t as smart as he is, but she’s close. He builds her a place to practice with her powers, develop perfect control. He sends her to MIT and talks to her every day on the phone. He keeps building weapons for the Guardians, keeps laughing with them, keeps their confidence and tells them how brilliant his beloved daughter is. He always did love to brag.

When he dies, they don’t tell her exactly how it happened. An accident. A gruesome, horrible accident. He missed one phone call, and then a second, and when someone finally talked to her, he was already gone. It teaches her another lesson: that the world isn’t fair, that it doesn’t give a fuck who you are or what you do, it will still treat you like shit. She learns that the world is a broken, horrible place. She learns that her father was the only thing she ever really cared about. So knowledge and power become the only things in her life.

She becomes a lot of things, in the following years. An academic prodigy. A human rights activist. A coldhearted bitch. She graduates from college, and demands her father’s old position in the Guardians. They would be stupid not to give her the job: she’s the only one who knows everything he did, the keeper of proprietary knowledge and half a dozen patents they’ve been dying to get their hands on. She becomes the Mother of Invention, and she starts getting her hands dirty.

Building herself a mask isn’t the first thing that Rachel does, when she gains access to the Guardian’s resources. But it’s pretty high up the list. Masks mean anonymity, give her a door she can walk through on her way to being a Queen. The world is a terrible place, and Rachel doesn’t have any intention to make it better. She just wants to be the most powerful piece on the board. Sometimes, the easiest way to take control is to make everything worse, and play both sides as you do it. She doesn’t give a fuck about the heroes. She doesn’t give a fuck about the villians. At the end of the day, she has to look out for herself.

Zenith joins the Collective six months after Rachel Gallery becomes The Mother of Invention. She’s a trifold thing, a secret in a secret in a secret. She takes her time with it, stays hidden in the sidelines for a few years. But she’s a superstar at heart, with a flair for the dramatic. Zenith is powerful, and that is undeniable. Zenith is also charming, and quick, and smart enough to think her way through every situation. Zenith cuts a striking figure in a haze of chaos, floating above the ruins and cutting through any obstacle. Like fucking Superman, if Superman wanted to absolutely destroy you. She battles the Guardians with the best of them, destroys their shit, and then retreats back to her lab and builds them new one's. She pours gas on the fire of every conflict, and grins the whole time. It’s a vicious cycle, but it’s one she has some level of control over.

Rachel collects power, collects influence, and becomes infamous. A villain to be feared, a weapons specialist to be respected, with a careful wall between both parts of her life.

#zenith #villain #written by wren

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wangxiandecoded · 4 years

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Episode 7 (& Wangxian Meta)

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(Spoilers for the whole show ahead!)

The Chosen Ones

Lan Zhan, if this scene foreshadows anything, it’s that he’s certainly going to become a part of your domestic affair.

There is something powerful about the first and only female Lan clan leader giving them her blessing and saying it was destiny that they found their way to her just as she’s about to fade into oblivion. Wangxian are the archetypal Chosen Ones who have been entrusted with keeping the Yin Iron safe. And if this was yet another straight adventure story that delivers poetic justice, we would expect it to conclude with these two people ending up together - and that’s what The Untamed does in a roundabout way with our heroes.

Nothing to see here. Just two guys tripping over each other because the sacred string of fate pulled them towards each other.

Lan Zhan, I’ll Be Your Secret Keeper!

This episode is full of instances where Wei Ying refuses to tell other characters what really happened in the cave, then turns around to look at Lan Zhan with a proud look that screams, “I’m so good at keeping secrets, aren’t I? We are soulmates! Come on, validate me, Lan Zhan!”

The expression on Lan Qiren’s face when Wei Ying calls Lan Zhan his confidant/soulmate. No words are needed.

The Yin Iron Secret™ is obviously bringing them closer and they begin to share loaded glances that convey everything they wish to say without actually having to. Thus begins the process of everyone third wheeling Wangxian.

Jiang Cheng thinks Wei Ying should move into the Cloud Recesses since he’s hanging out with Lan Zhan all the time. Lan Zhan hears that and appears to be a tad bit disappointed Wei Ying might never actually do that since their lifestyles are leagues apart. It’s tough being Wei Wuxian sometimes.

The Lantern That Started Everything

We are here, folks! The moment that started it all, the scene that defined Wangxian’s story. Once again, Wangxian are framed in contrast with the two straight couples.

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying are standing together and look at each other while making their wish, just like Yanli x Jin Zixuan, and Jiang Cheng x Wen Qing.

Lan Zhan says he is used to doing it alone and Wei Ying comments old habits can be changed, which just points to the latter’s impact on the former’s life.

Wei Ying has another accomplishment to cross off his list : Finally made Lan Zhan smile today!

Mian Mian asks Yanli why she didn’t make the lantern together with Jin Zixuan, as praying together is a custom followed by couples that are to be married. And that tells you everything you need to know about Lan Zhan and Wei Ying’s relationship.

The first of many times that Lan Zhan rushes in to hold Wei Ying back.

Lan Zhan for a second believed Wei Ying finally learnt his lessons and crossed over to the lawful good side.. but come on, you love him precisely because he would never do that. And those ants are cute.

Jiang Fengmian proposes to cancel the troth between the clans to marry Yanli and Jin Zixuan. It is worth mentioning that Jiang clan’s approach to marriage is to never force their kids into a lifelong relationship they are not sure they want as they believe in “following one’s nature”. When even straight relationships are progressive and value happiness above all else, what is to stop the show from selling us a central gay romance that ends happily? Absolutely nothing.

We’ve now seen both the protagonists reject the romantic idea of spending their life with a woman.

Missing Lan Zhan Hours Now Open

Wei Ying pouting like.. What do you mean we have to leave already? Lan Zhan literally just started acknowledging me as his soulmate.

Oh no, Lan Zhan.. Why aren’t you including your soulmate on the super secret plan™?!

Wei Ying’s reason for wanting to say goodbye to only Lan Zhan out of all the disciples is, “Why can’t I admire his talents? You’re all losers who can’t fight me and he is my Match (Made In Heaven), I desire for an equivalence (and a meaningful union between souls.)”

The camera moves from the Yunmeng siblings squabbling to Lan Zhan observing them from a distance. Zewu Jun joins him and comments that after Wei Ying’s departure, Yun Shen will be silent once more. Lan Zhan’s face falls a little, understandably because he was getting more than used to Wei Ying’s chaotic presence in his life.

Zewu Jun is worried if Lan Zhan will be alright on his journey alone and raises the idea if he should tell Wei Ying about his quest. But Lan Zhan, our beloved idiot, still needs that extra push to come to terms with his feelings and realize Wei Ying will instantly drop everything for a lifetime by his side if he were to only say the word.

Rabbits Symbolise The Chinese Gay God

Even before the fandom taught me that the Chinese god of homosexuality is literally The Rabbit God, so the inclusion of rabbits is gloriously queer subtext, I could gather that they symbolised Wangxian’s feelings for each other. They both talk to the rabbits when the other is not there, Wei Ying paints a rabbit lantern for them to wish together, Lan Zhan raised Ah Yuan among these rabbits because they reminded him of Wei Ying and after 16 years, Lan Zhan drunkenly admits he likes rabbits (the equivalent of saying he’s always liked Wei Ying), they buy the rabbit lantern together and finally come back to find these rabbits in Cloud Recesses. The rabbits are a part of the Wangxian family.

The reappearance of the rabbits when Lan Zhan and Wei Ying’s dynamics have changed 16 years later is very telling. Their relationship by then has survived death and the miraculous return from death; it’s gone through the whole cycle of the promise of love, the pain of loss, the joy of redemption. The rabbits bring their life full circle to denote the certainty and comfort in the fact that they have each other after the trials and tribulations their romance has withstood. Wei Ying even says he isn’t scared of what happens anymore in that scene. There is nothing that can separate our heroes after this, they just have to brave whatever comes together.

And then there’s this promo picture and scene from a later episode where two rabbits are kissing.

This is how The Untamed screamed gay rights : “We’re not saying the heroes are gay, but the Yunshen rabbits are definitely gay and no one can do anything about it!” Only, the rabbits are such a huge part of this love story.

Wangxian’s Promise of Love and Honor

When they make the wish together, Lan Zhan looks at Wei Ying with a kind of awe and reverence like, how did I not recognize him from the moment we met? He eyes the pouch containing the Yin metal and realizes they are both more alike than he thought, that this guy is possibly and most definitely his soulmate. This is an important stage in their relationship.

When he hears Wei Ying wish that he wants to eliminate evil and protect the weak in exchange for a life without anything weighing down their hearts - I think it is at this point he begins to see him as more of a life partner with whom he can share everything, than just a friend. Because Wei Ying’s impact on Lan Zhan’s life is so profound it alters his being, tilts his axis and expands his perspective. Wei Ying brought with him a free-spirited, flexible measurement of morality and an ardent quest for truth that no 3000 rules of the Lan clan had ever laid down. He realizes the rules he grew up on are right but Wei Ying, with all his moral complexity, can also be right. Wei Ying’s companionship introduced Lan Zhan to a fluid perception of right and wrong that he found perfectly acceptable. This shows Lan Zhan and Wei Ying belong to the new generation that is here to reform the broken system built by their ancestors. In this moment, by choosing to view him as his unequivocal soulmate, by acknowledging their paths are to be forever intertwined, Lan Zhan liberates his mind from the monochromatic perception of life he was brought up on. By making this wish together, Lan Zhan trusts Wei Ying to always do the right thing from now on and trusts the both of them to lead a life that they are proud of.

He doesn’t know right now that staying committed to this wish is going to demand everything from them in the future, but he does know that Wei Ying is the greatest person he has ever met and the first one who is so compatible with him. And that is a revelation to Lan Zhan because there are easily a million things that set them apart. All the same, he sees his own core values reflected in his soulmate. He decides it couldn’t be the worst thing in this world to stand by Wei Ying’s side especially when he’s doing the most honorable thing they both know to be true. This common ground means something to Lan Zhan, even if we don’t hear him admit that. Because here is Wei Ying telling him he doesn’t need to be alone anymore even though he’s used to it. That he doesn’t have to go through any of it alone as long as he is there: fight for justice, vanquish evil, or even simply go through everyday life. Lan Zhan’s face in this scene is understandably the face of a man who is falling in love.

The promise they make to each other on this cliff was in a way, a promise to follow their own path that ended up operating above the constraints of and reinvented the cultivation world’s jurisdiction. There are going to be many forces trying to convince them it's not the right way, but the path they share, which is both the literal path of justice and their love for each other (they are synonymous, after all) is the one they courageously forge and painfully commit to when their world is unable to go on existing with the faulty principles it was founded on. That is why their romance survives every obstacle in the end. It is founded on a love that runs so deep it recognizes and respects the other in the many lifetimes spent serving their just cause. Their love, and the extents it goes to in order to thrive, is the answer to all the troubles that ail their world. And it all began with this lantern.

This is why The Untamed is the gay drama and Wangxian are the gay warriors the universe has been waiting for. It staged gay romance in a realm ruled by gentry and the supernatural, giving us equal parts of gore as there is swashbuckling, gut-wrenching drama. Literally never been done before.

In conclusion, Episode 7 deepens the bond between our heroes and sets up the main struggle in their romance as we wait to see what will become of the wish they made together. But one thing is clear : They are bound together forever, not just by their love for each other but also by their common cause. That is why the road they walk on can never be different. It will forever be the single plank road they will always find their way back to.

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[can be read as a continuation of this]

“Dean?” Jack sounds tired.

Dean blinks, looking at him. He hadn’t realized that Jack’s awake. “Yeah, kid?”

“Do you think Sam’s afraid of me?”

Dean takes in a deep breath. “No,” he says in the end.

“But you think he should be,” Jack finishes.

Intuitive for a three-year-old, thinks Dean mirthlessly. “Yeah, Jack,” he says out loud. “I think he should be.”

“Because I’m a monster?” asks Jack. He doesn’t look sad, or anything like that -- there’s nothing in his expression except a strange sort of resignation that looks out of place on his normally innocent features.

“No,” says Dean again. “But because you could easily be one.”

Jack looks thoughtful at that, turning away from Dean so he can pick at the edge of his blanket. Dean looks away too. He’d hoped, when it was his turn to watch Jack, that the kid would be asleep. Hell, it was part of the reason he’d agreed to watch him in the first place -- Sam needed to rest, and Cas was buried deep in the library, going through book after book in some vain effort to figure out a way to save Jack.

Dean ignores the deja-vu prickling at the back of his skull. He makes a conscious effort not to remember how devastated Sam had been last time they’d been in this situation. All it really does, however, is conjure up the mental image of Sam sitting on the cold, wet ground by the Impala’s front tire, defeated.

Dean thinks of Sam on the cold, wet ground again, but this time at Cold Oak. He thinks of the deal he’d made, and his fear that Sam was going to make a similar deal for Jack. He thinks of John’s deal for him.

The dead make the best secret-keepers.

“Sam ever tell you about our dad?” Dean asks in the end.

Jack blinks. “No,” he says. He sounds tired. “He didn’t mention him much.”

“And you never read his journal?”

“No,” Jack says again.

“Okay, well, Dad was convinced Sam was going to become a monster, too,” Dean tells Jack, turning in his chair so he can face the kid. “He’d done his research, figured out the truth about what was in Sam’s blood, and what Azazel wanted from him. And he thought -- he thought the only thing we could do to save Sam was to kill him.”

“Kill him?” Jack repeats, brow furrowing. “But it’s Sam!” He looks like he’s struggling with the concept. “He’s -- he’s good!”

Dean lets out a hollow laugh. “Believe me, kid, I know. He’s too damn good for -- well, his own good. Dad didn’t think so, though. Or maybe he didn’t care, I don’t know. He was convinced Sam was gonna go darkside, and I’d have to either save him or kill him.”

“Why you?” Jack asks.

“‘Cause he sold his soul for me,” Dean replies with a heavy sigh. “I got no doubt if Dad had lived, he might’ve tried to do something about Sam.” He exhales slowly. “And sometimes I ask myself what I woulda done, if it had come down to choosing between Dad and Sam.”

“You’d have chosen Sam,” Jack says, and his voice is stronger now, more confident. “I know you would have.”

“No offense, kid, but you’re like, three,” Dean points out with a snort. “How could you possibly know?”

Jack gives him a knowing look. It’s weird to see. “You’re ready to let me die for Sam,” he reminds Dean, not looking at all bothered by this. Even though honestly, he should be. “You’d do anything for Sam. Of course you would have chosen him over your dad.”

Dean looks at Jack. “Yeah,” he says in the end. “Yeah.” It is true, after all. “Funny thing is, that’s what finally made me realize that my dad wasn’t the hero I’d always thought he was. What kinda hero asks his kid to kill his other kid, man? I couldn’t do it. Not even when Sam begged me to.”

“Why would he do that?” asks Jack. It’s the first time all night he’s shown some expression beyond contented resignation -- now he looks distressed, like the thought of Sam feeling that way is physically hurting him.

Dean can relate.

“Why do you think?” he asks Jack with another hollow laugh. “‘Cause he thought he was a monster. And here’s the thing -- I swore to myself I was never, ever gonna be like my dad. After Sam jumped in the cage to stop the apocalypse, I had a shot at having a family. Had a kid, even. And I swore I was gonna be better with him than my dad was with me’n Sam.”

“What happened to him?” Jack wants to know.

“I shoved him,” Dean answers dully. “I lied my ass off to him, I kept things from his mom, and I shoved him when I got mad. I did all the things I hated my dad for doing to us. And here’s the kicker, kid -- I’m doin’ ‘em again.”

“With me?”

Dean nods. “Yeah.”

“Cause you think I could easily be a monster,” Jack says slowly. “Just like how your dad thought Sam could be one, too.”

“Yeah.”

“But you didn’t kill Sam,” Jack says.

“Didn’t really save him, either,” Dean points out. “Centuries of torture in Hell at Lucifer’s hands. I wouldn’t call that a victory.”

“You didn’t kill me either,” says Jack after a moment.

“Didn’t I?” Dean asks. “I remember when you tried to stab yourself and nothing happened. You used to be scared of me, Jack.”

“I’m not anymore,” Jack says. It sounds oddly like he’s trying to reassure Dean, which does nothing for the guilt pooling heavy in his stomach.

“I know,” he answers. “But that‘s not all I did, is it? I practically told you to die just so Sammy and I could live. You don’t think that’s as good as me bein’ the one to pull the trigger?”

“No, because I knew I was going to die before you did,” Jack reminds Dean. “And I didn’t want Cas to tell you or Sam. I lied to you both, and I hid things from you.”

“You’re a kid!” Dean bursts out, heart aching sharp in his chest suddenly, and Jack jumps a little. “You’re a kid, Jack, and that’s what kids friggin’ do! They lie and they keep things, ‘cause they don’t know any better, but the answer ain’t for me to tell you to go on your merry way and explode yourself!”

“There was no other way at the time,” Jack says, and it infuriates Dean how calm he sounds. None of this is fair, and the kid should be mad about it, dammit. He should at least be upset, yelling, anything other than this stupid, unbreakable calmness.

“Yeah, see, that’s a load of bull,” Dean says. “We could have just… not. But no one ever friggin’ listens to Sam until it’s too damn late, and that’s exactly what’s happened here, and now you’re gonna die. Why the hell doesn’t that bother you?”

“Because,” Jack says, and now he looks earnest. “Because it’s for Sam. I want Sam to be happy and safe just as much as you do, Dean. I love him.”

All the fight goes out of Dean at that, and he sags into the chair. “You know he won’t be happy that you’re dead,” he points out.

“But he’ll be safe, and he’ll have you,” Jack counters.

“He loves you,” Dean says.

“He loves you more,” Jack replies. He says it simply, like it’s an indisputable fact, as commonly known as the color of the sky.

Dean opens his mouth, tries to come up with an argument for that, and fails.

“He won’t say it, not to my face, but it’s true,” Jack continues. “He loves you more than he loves anything or anyone else.”

“I love him too,” Dean whispers, defeated, as if it’s a secret instead of an unshakeable, constant truth.

Jack nods. “Yes, I know. And -- and that makes everything worth it, doesn’t it?”

It does.

Dean doesn’t say it out loud, but then he doesn’t need to. It’s clear from the smile on Jack’s face that he knows what Dean is thinking.

“I don’t blame you,” Jack says, the final nail in the coffin. “For anything. I know you’re only doing it all for Sam. And so am I.”

“Don’t tell him that,” Dean says, sudden and desperate, begging. “Whatever you do, don’t tell him that. It’ll break him. Let him blame me if he wants. Let him hate me. But don’t you tell him you did this for him. Jack, it’ll kill him.”

“I know,” Jack says again, and gives Dean a small smile. “I won’t say anything, Dean. About… anything we talked about.”

“Good,” says Dean, voice weak with relief. “I -- good. Thanks,” he adds belatedly, awkwardly. He doesn’t mean just for keeping yet another secret from Sam. He means… for everything.

Jack nods, accepting it. “You’re welcome, Dean.” He sounds tired again. “Can I -- can I sleep now?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” Dean says. In a burst of emotion he can’t quite pinpoint the source of, he leans forward and tucks Jack’s blanket under his chin. “I’ll be here, all right, kid? You need something, you tell me.”

“Okay,” Jack says, and smiles at him again. “Will you rest, too?”

“I’m good,” Dean tells him. “Don’t you worry about me. You get some rest, all right?”

“Okay,” Jack says again, and yawns. “Goodbye, Dean.”

“What?” Dean says, snapping back to full alertness. “What did you just say?”

“I said goodnight,” Jack says, like he can’t understand why Dean looks alarmed.

“Oh.” Dean relaxes again, though he’s still not entirely sure he heard Jack wrong to begin with. “Goodnight, kid. See you later.”

One last secret, he thinks, as he watches Jack drift off.

The dead make the best secret-keepers.

[you can find the fic on ao3 here]

#dean winchester #jack kline #supernatural #15x17 unity #dean and jack #spn spoilers #my writing #BOTH OF THEM LOVE SAM SO FUCKING MUCH IT'S MESSING ME UP #two codas for the same episode? me being productive and exploring fucked up relationships?#IT'S MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK #oh i forgot #sam and jack #yes that tag is important even tho sam's technically not in this

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rosethornewrites · 3 years

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T and G rated fics I read this weekend!

This is all The Untamed/MDZS fics.

So I learned last week that I can only add 100 links. And I read over 100 fics 😬 so now this is gonna be two posts. Additionally, I’ll likely start posting these daily from now on. It just gets to be a lot.

Finished:

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BEETOBER 2021 DAY 2 - EARRING, by @bloody-bee-tea

Rated T:

find a home in him, by makebelieveanything and nerdzeword

“Come on a-Cheng, let’s go,” she prodded, gently ushering him out the door as she handed off jackets to both boys.

“Why the fuck is he always doing stupid shit and making us run after him for?” Jiang Cheng complained as he shrugged into his jacket, Lan Wangji donning his own in silence.

“Wangji?” Yanli prodded gently. “Are you alright?”

“... what if we never find him?”

“We will,” Yanli said confidently.

or Modern AU where Wei Wuxian runs away from his foster home when he turns 18, and it doesn't end the way he planned.

My Brother's Keeper - Purple Years (The first stage of grief), by ArchiveWriter

Set after WWX plunges from the cliff after the battle at Nightless City. The ramblings of Jiang Cheng's mind in the first stage of grief, flicking back and forth between the past and then.

thank you, drunk me, by carmiemaybe (glazedlilies)

Or where Lan Zhan is confused at Wei Ying's behaviour after the previous, drunken night's events.

This Grave Will Not Be Mine, by Rana Eros (ranalore)

The Burial Mounds' claim to Wei Wuxian has been superceded.

Qinghe Jue, by Merinnan

Nie Mingjue promised to protect his brother. He wasn't going to let qi deviating and dying at Jinlintai stop him from keeping that promise.

With What Proof, by Preludian_Staves

"I know he did it!"

"What proof do you have?"

Meeting the Family, by sami (part of a series)

Wei Wuxian has a secret.

I’ll stick to my single-log bridge till it’s dark, by autumncolour

Can’t anyone give me a nice, favorable road to walk on?

Lan Wangji leaves the Burial Mounds. Wei Wuxian gets drunk. The night in Yiling is clear and dark, and full of thick, half-understood longing.

Love Me on the Sunlit Grass, by Eliza (second in a series)

Zizhen will always be there when Jin Ling calls in a panic about his uncle.

the mutability of survival, by tunnelOFdawn

All the ways Lan Zhan, Wei Ying, and Jiang Cheng could have died in canon.

i'll keep walking, by justdoityoufucker

Wen Qing died.

This, she knows; from the painful lick of flames to the unavoidable choking that came with the smoke to the wickedly satisfied grin on Jin Guangshan’s face before she closed her eyes the last time. She hoped, those last few moments, that it would be the end. Wei Wuxian would be free, and the last remnants of their family would be safe. She hoped that Wen Ning wouldn’t feel any pain, when the time came for him to follow her.

Or, the one where Wen Qing ends up in the past and fixes the future.

Rated G:

天涯之外 / beyond the world's end, by yuer (vintageblueskies)

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji says, his voice cracks open in a way Wei Wuxian has never heard before. He crosses over to where Wei Wuxian is still sitting; Wei Wuxian starts to scramble up, but Lan Wangji just shakes his head, gets to his knees next to him. And isn't that something? The untouchable Hanguang-jun on his knees in the Burial Mounds, dirtying his pristine robes to sit next to Wei Wuxian.

or, lan wangji returns to the burial mounds

Song of My Heart, Mate of My Soul, by SakuraKage

The Gusu Lan are said to have an innate connection with music. The Gusu Lan are also said to love deeply – with their whole soul – so deeply that they seem to only be able to fall in love once.

Lan Wangji knows these rumours. He also knows the truth, or close to it, as it has been handed down through the generations. Their connection to music runs far deeper than the other sects could dream. Every Lan heart contains a song, a musical piece that encapsulates the very fiber of their being, and it only comes to life under a specific set of circumstances. The parameters to unlock your heartsong are highly disputed, but the generally accepted condition to fill is … to meet your soulmate.

see your face, hear my voice in the dark, by arypls

Wei Wuxian is having trouble falling asleep but Lan Wangji is there with gentle words and soothing touches to show his husband he's no longer alone.

If I knew what safety looked like, by askanis

Beautiful, brave Wei Ying is waiting for Lan Zhan to tell her she cannot be all of who she is. She will listen, if Lan Zhan says this. If Lan Zhan even looks uncomfortable, Wei Ying will take this back and never mention it again. Will pretend that this is not her truth, perhaps until she believes it herself.

And Lan Zhan will never get to fully see Wei Ying for who Wei Ying is.

underneath the magnolias, by krizzlesandblues

Summer in Cloud Recesses means iced fruits sent by merchants, more practical trainings for juniors, with some of them catching up on their lessons.

But for the youngest members of GusuLan Sect, summer means classes under the big magnolia tree.

Word Up, Talk the Talk, by Larryissocute

It wouldn’t have been a problem (it really wouldn’t) if they weren’t best friends. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know what good deeds he did in his past life to be blessed with Lan Wangji as a friend nor does he know what evil things he did to be cursed with being only a friend to Lan Wangji.

Or the one where Wei Wuxian kisses Lan Wangji and then runs away.

Hai Shi — Sleeping Hours, by Saint Er (wwxsays_er)

It's right before bedtime, when a drunk Wei Wuxian shows up on Lan Wangji's door, and suddenly, this has now become Lan Wangji's problem.

In the Silence, by XianleDianxia

With his husband and son on a night hunt, Wei Wuxian is left to his own thoughts. His temperament is not as calm as Lan Wangji would like it to be.

intervention (how to convince your very gay brother that he, is in fact, gay), by okok29

"You guys hold hands all the time around campus and he takes you out to brunch every Saturday. He even brings you roses," Jiang Cheng emphasizes.

"Yeah, as bros do!" Wei Ying says cheerfully.

jiang cheng tries to forcibly drag wei ying out of the closet.

No Regrets, by Sarehz

Lan Zhan gives his forehead ribbon to Wei Wuxian as a sign of his love.

Look Down to Reminisce About My Hometown, by Nadat (one-shot series)

A collection of short stories following a Promptember list; will add tags and alter the rating as appropriate. It will be mostly live action show canon but I may borrow here and there from the book if something strikes me.

jin ling's uncles and aunts, by saheeli

jin zixuan invites all of jin ling's uncles and aunts to his birthday party. there are more than he even thought possible.

Helianthus, by tinykira

"Say, Lan Zhan. Do you know that when people die, they become plants?"

The Jingshi, which was formerly called as The Gentian House, is now also full of sunflowers.

Magical Marriage Ribbons, by starandrea

But consider this: the Lan forehead ribbons are magical, and the mountain knows it. (It takes Wei Ying less than a day after Lan Yi’s cave to realize more than just her wards consider him family.)

Or: If you’re accidentally betrothed to your classmate in a mostly legitimate life or death situation, how long can you wait to tell him before he finds out by accident?

their mothers sons, by silversshadow

In one world Jiang Fengmian gave Wei Ying more attention than he did either of his own children. In this world he can barely look at the child.

A series of short looks into a different timeline.

You blow me away, by silverclaw

Lan Zhan’s neighbour is playing a song that has been stuck in his head for ages. The neighbour just so happens to be the singer of said song and he’s supposedly laying low.

Echo Of My Heart, by ColdBloodedReptile

A short insight of Lan Wangji's thoughts during Dafan Mountain, CQL version.

And the scene in Jingshi before Wei Wuxian wakes ft Lan Sizhui.

A new score, by Lhaewiel

Wei Wuxian does not know this new score. It is evening, Gusu looks like a painting during this time of the year, with snow slowly falling down and covering the court outside.

Parallel Lines, by Sarehz

Wei Ying: Lan Zhan is going to break up with me!

Nie Huaisang: No, he's not. But please tell me in great detail why you think that.

Jiang Cheng: [Unfortunately sharing an apartment with Nie Huaisang and therefore has no choice but to listen] Please leave me out of this.

Why Wei Ying Shouldn’t Matchmake, by PrinceJakeFireCake

Lan Wangji is NOT jealous of Jiang Cheng. He’s just trying to figure out why Wei Ying likes him so much. Wei Ying thinks it’s great that Lan Zhan has a crush on his brother. (Hint: he does not)

to home, by Guinny (4 chapters)

'My Wei Ying,

It seems that we are winning the war. Wait for me. I will come home. I will come home to you. We will spend the rest of our lives in peace. Far from all of this. In a place that is quiet and there's only us.

Yours,

Lan Zhan.’

if you love him, never let go, by cloud_wanderer

three times lan wangji let go, and the one time he swore to never do it again

Hard to forget, by Lucky_Moonly

“Aiya sorry for interrupting what must be a very interesting read,” a boy who seemed to be a first year as well, cheekily exclaimed, before he smiled widely at Lan Wangji and he stepped inside the compartment. “But did you perchance see my pet axolotl? He’s black and he’s missing one of his front legs!”

in sickness & in flames, by talesfromthecryptid (2 chapters)

the one in which lan wangji has a cold and wei wuxian fusses over him and falls even more in love with him, something he didn't even know was possible but oh, it really is.

learning and the dead, by northofallmusic (tofsla)

In a small house of his own, after everything, Wen Ning works with his hands.

Unpredictable, by canis_m

If Lan Wangji had said a few more things while drunk in Qinghe.

Waited For Precious Moments Such As This, by Preludian_Staves

He would not trade these precious moments away for anything in the world.

Unfinished:

Rated T:

No Regrets, by AluraRose

Lan Wangji took a deep breath, centered himself, and swallowed his pride.

“I apologize.” He bowed low to Jiang Wanyin and held it. “I wish only to help your brother. I humbly request access, and give my word that I will touch nothing and speak to no one of what I see.”

“I can’t just let you in there!”

“Even to save Wei Ying?”

And suddenly the wind seemed to go out of the sails of Jiang Wanyin’s anger. “I can’t” he repeated more quietly.

In order to save Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji must first convince Jiang Wanyin to trust him.

Your Name On My Chest, by Director_XuanWu

Lan Wangji is the president, at the beginning of his second year on his first term.

Wei Wuxian, his ex fiancé, was dishonorably discharged from the military because of a well hidden scandal.

They meet again after 13 years. Lan Wangji will drop everything for him. Wei Wuxian will sacrifice himself for him again. What does it take to finally be together? Too many goodbyes, too many heartaches. Yet they conquer all.

Whatever it takes, by Moonlit_dewdrops

Jiang Cheng and Wei WuXian are sent back to the past. This time, they can save everyone they love. They can make the right choices. They can learn to trust one another. However, everything comes with a price.

underneath your skin, by tardigradeschool

Wei Wuxian falls into the Burial Mounds. His body walks out.

White Flames in a Red Sky, by ZipZapZop

Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea to run away in the middle of a snowstorm.

Wei Wuxian needs help, but he can’t understand that for the life of him.

and so it goes, by doyeorem (pomellogranate)

"While a person is dead in one particular moment, they are still alive and well in all of the other moments of their life, because all of time exists at once."

In which Hanguang-jun is at Qiongqi Path, and instead of Jin Zixuan's death, he witnesses Wei Ying throw himself in the way of a punch from the Ghost General, and three swords - one of which is Bichen.

The Burial Mounds is enraged and offended, and many suffer for it.

Purgatory Divinity, by sinfulempire

"Your third and final mission is to rewrite history, Wei Wuxian."

In which Wei Wuxian, the son of the Heavenly Demon Empress, Cangse Sanren and the Celestial, Wei Changze has to rewrite history in order to prove himself worthy of the throne, however, this was a mission that he did not sign himself up for.

[WARNING!! WARNING!! System error, system erro-]

"What-"

Upon accepting the mission, Wei Wuxian found himself back in the past. He had returned to his 6 year old body accompanied by the system at the dingy streets of Yiling- far before Jiang Fengmian had found him and took him in.

Wei Wuxian was alone and surrounded by numerous hound dogs.

Rated G:

Coil Tightly, by Thunderstruck (Blueyed_Impala)

When Wei Wuxian stumbles across a shady pet store in the back alley of his new town he ends up leaving with a companion for life, and more than he bargained for.

Forced apologies, by Io_Palladium

Jiang Cheng confronts Lan Zhan after Wei Yings punishment and it changes everything.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #chen qing ling #cql #mdzs #untamed fanfiction

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merakiaes · 4 years

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All Grown Up - Finn Shelby

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: Sorry if this is really bad, I had a hard time coming up with something good for this request for some reason. It’s not proofread so sorry in advance for any possible mistakes. I really hope you like it, let me know what you think xx

Wordcount: 2367

Summary: You’re pregnant with Finn’s baby and you’re both very happy with it. The only problem is that he’s still treated as a child by his family and that no one takes your relationship seriously. The only one who does is your best friend, Michael, but he turns out not being such a good secret-keeper as you would have thought.

Exactly one week had passed since you found out that you were pregnant with Finn’s baby.

You had known each other your entire lives and been together romantically from the second you reached your teenage years.

You had lived with your mother for the first thirteen years of your life, right next door to the Shelbys, and had been taken in by them when she passed away in influenza.

Finn and yourself were now twenty years of age and in no way too young to become parents, at least not in theory.

The problem, however? Everyone treated Finn like a literal child and no one took your relationship seriously, only waving it off as a teenage puppy love despite the fact that you had been together since you were twelve, had only been romantic and intimate with each other that entire time and were engaged since three weeks back.

Out of everyone in the entire Shelby clan, Michael was the only one who didn’t treat Finn like a baby and saw that you were both serious about loving each other to the point where you would live the rest of your lives together.

Michael had only stepped into your lives a few years ago, but you had clicked immediately, and grown really close since then.

You were best friends. You told each other everything and whenever one of you would have a problem, you would always confide in the other before talking to anyone else.

And this time was no different, even if it had taken an entire week to gather the courage to speak to him about the matter at hand, with Finn’s approval of course.

You were gathered in the Shelby household for a family meeting. Usually, Esme, Linda, and Lizzie would be present as well, but today it would only be you, Polly, Michael and the Shelby brothers.

While Finn left your side to file into the betting shop with the rest of them, you grabbed a hold of Michael’s arm when he was about to follow, pulling him back slightly.

He looked down at you at that, his eyes instantly filling with worry at the sullen look on your face, practically being able to feel the anxiety radiating off of you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, being sure to keep his voice down so that he wouldn’t alert the others of your conversation in case it was something private, which, in this case, it was.

“I need to talk to you.” You answered quietly, your grip on his arm tightening slightly.

He said nothing more, only nodding his head and leading you into the kitchen for some more privacy.

Once inside, you sank down in a chair and he followed your example, pulling out a chair in front of you and sitting down, taking your hand in his in an act of comfort.

“What’s wrong?” He asked again, staring at you with worry. “Has something happened?”

You could only nod your head, feeling how your hand started clamming up with nervousness.

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you took a few seconds to think, trying to figure out how you were going to tell him, but soon realized it would just be for the best to come out with it straight away.

You looked up at him, answering quietly. “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re-“ His eyes grew wide with shock and he straightened himself up slightly before a huge smile overcame his boyish features. “That’s great! Congratulations!” He laughed, but his smile soon fell when he realized you weren’t smiling with him.

“Isn’t it great? Does he know?” He asked, turning hesitant, to which your lips tugged into a smile.

“He knows, yes. He was so happy when he found out. It’s amazing. Unbelievable, even.” You told him, shaking your head with a small laugh before turning serious again. “I just… I worry about what your mum and cousins are going to say. You know how they are, and we’ve already decided to keep it, there was no doubt in our minds about it. But their opinion and support still mean the world to us. To him, especially.”

Michael looked at you in understanding. “I’m honored you trusted me enough to tell me. I’ll support you in any way I can. Your secret is safe with me until you feel ready to tell them and when that time comes, I’ll be there and back you up if you need me.”

Your lips tugged into a smile, tears out of a mixture of happiness, gratitude, and anxiety stinging your eyes. You nodded your head. “Thank you, Michael. I’m lucky to have you as my friend.”

He smiled, squeezed your hand and then stood up, wordlessly leading you into the room where the rest of them were gathered, their heads looking up at the sight of you.

“There you are.” Polly spoke from her seat.

Michael wasted no time in leaving your side and going over to where his mom was sitting, sliding into the seat next to her and grabbing the glass of whiskey she had saved for him, while you moved over to where Finn was sitting, getting into the chair next to him.

He instantly put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side.

“Alright, now that everyone that should be here is here, let’s get down to business,” Tommy said, bringing out the last empty glass and giving you a questioning look. “(Y/N)? Whiskey?”

You glanced around the table, seeing that everyone but you, Finn included, had a glass either in their hand or in front of them, and nodded with a small smile, getting comfortable under Finn’s arm. “Sure, thank you.” You accepted.

He started pouring the golden liquid into the crystal glass, but before he had even filled it up halfway, Michael’s voice cut through the air.

“You shouldn’t. I’ve read that alcohol isn’t good for the baby.”

Your blood turned cold in your veins at his words and Finn froze beside you. Your head snapped towards Michael, seeing his eyes growing wide with realization and regret the second the words passed his lips.

“God damn it, Michael!” You exclaimed loudly, frustration and anxiety bubbling up inside of you as everyone had now frozen in their spots and turned to look at you and Finn.

“Baby?” John was the first to ask after a moment of silence. “What fookin’ baby?”

Tommy sat up straighter in his chair, looking at you from across the table. “What’s he talking about, (Y/N)?” He turned to Finn, now having forgotten all about your drink. “Finn?”

Neither of you said anything, only exchanging a hesitant glance.

“Are you pregnant?” Polly demanded from where she sat, eyes hard and stern, and causing you to swallow thickly as you nodded.

“We were hoping to find a more convenient time and way to tell you but yes, I’m pregnant.” You confirmed, and almost immediately, they all started showing their disappointment in one way or another.

“How long have you known?”

You shared a glance with Finn before answering. “A week.”

“A week?” Polly scoffed in disappointment. “And you haven’t told us?”

“We didn’t know how to.” Finn finally joined the conversation, holding your hand comfortingly in your lap, away from everyone’s eyes, and glaring at pretty much everyone around the table. “We knew you would disapprove.”

Arthur snorted, speaking up for the first time. “Of course we fookin’ disapprove. You’re not old enough to have a baby.”

Finn turned his glare to him, eyes squinting in anger. “John was seventeen when he got Martha knocked up for the first time.” He pointed out, but Arthur only glared back.

“He was ready. You’re not.”

You could feel the anger getting more intense by the second inside of you. “How is that fair?” You exclaimed, Finn exclaiming right afterward.

“I’m tired of you always treating me like I’m still a child!”

“You are still a child.” John pointed out, and that really got you going, having you standing up from your chair with such force it fell to the floor behind you.

“Okay, so Finn didn’t go to war!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms out in exasperation, glaring at all of them – but most of all his brothers. “He hasn’t seen the things you’ve seen. But just because you have a different outlook on life and things, in general, doesn’t make him immature. I know for a fact that you don’t want him to be like you, that you want him to be better, so why are you always treating him like he’s ten years old when he’s doing just that?”

Finn grabbed your hand in thanks and in an attempt to calm you down but remained seated, too angry to move a muscle. Michael, however, much to everyone’s surprise, took a stand, nodding his head in agreement with you.

“She’s right, Tommy.” He said, looking at his cousin before looking around the table. “It’s time you start treating them like adults. Because that’s what they are. If they weren’t, they wouldn’t have been in this position in the first place.”

Only when Michael came to your defense did Polly actually realize that he was right, her stern facial expression slowly softening as she turned to look at you, eyes now much gentler. “No matter what anyone thinks, no one can make the decision but the two of you.”

“We’re not getting rid of it if that’s the decision you’re referring to.” Finn instantly spoke back in a defensive tone, glaring at his aunt in all his angry glory. “We’re keeping it, with or without your support.”

Polly remained calm, nodding her head and taking a drag out of the cigarette hanging from in between her fingers. “We will support you, whatever you do.” She said. “We’re so used to taking care of you I guess we just haven’t wanted to admit to ourselves that you’ve grown up and become your own man.”

She was talking to only Finn now and you knew her well enough to know she considered Finn as her own child as she had been the one to raise him from the very same day he was born, and that she understood quicker than the others because she, herself, had been in the exact same position that you were in right now – pregnant, scared and with everyone she loved against her.

Her words seemed to have gotten everyone’s brain gears spinning and when they all turned quiet, deep in their own thoughts, you allowed yourself to sit back down, Finn now having brought your chair back up from the floor.

When you sat down, so did Michael, and as no one was arguing or going against you anymore, you felt Finn relax significantly beside you.

For a good minute, the only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the faint sound of the crackling fire from the room next doors.

But soon enough, Tommy broke out of his thoughtful state and raised his glass of whiskey to his lips, tossing the rest of his drink back before slamming the glass back down and speaking, now with a much softer voice.

“If you say you’re ready to be parents, then I take your word for it.” He spoke slowly. “We will help you in any way we can. We’ll stick together like we always do.”

He clearly still wasn’t happy about the fact that you were pregnant, but he seemed to have accepted it now after Polly had given her opinion on it.

You and Finn nodded your head in thanks at him and another thick silence fell over you, this time almost unbearable. But you didn’t seem to be the only one who couldn’t stand it, as Arthur soon stood up from his seat, cutting the silence short.

He threw his arms out and started approaching you.

“Well, I guess congratulations are in order.” He laughed, and you and Finn stood up to accept his embrace, a smile automatically rising to your face as you realized the worst part was over and that everyone would be able to be happy and get along again.

Once Arthur had hugged you, everyone else got to their feet too, all getting their turn at hugging and congratulating you.

Michael was last, coming over and hugging you in congratulations despite the fact that he had already known.

He squeezed you tight and you squeezed him back. “I’m sorry I ruined it.” He mumbled into your hair, clearly guilty that he had let it slip.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him. You had been to a start, yes, but now you knew he had only been looking out for you and your unborn baby’s best interest.

“That’s alright.” You assured him. “You didn’t ruin anything. It would have come out eventually, anyway. It was probably for the best it happened like this.”

You pulled apart and he gave you a wide smile, one that reached all the way up to his eyes, that held nothing but sincerity. “You’ll make an amazing mother, (Y/N).” He said, and your smile instantly widened.

“Thank you, Michael.” You answered, nodding in gratitude.

He then turned to Finn, his youngest cousin, and reached out to squeeze his shoulder.

“And you as well, Finn.” He nodded, looking between the two of you. “You’ll be great parents. I know you will. And so do they, they just have to come to terms with the fact that you aren’t children yourselves, anymore.”

He nodded his head towards the others who were now conversing among themselves at the table again, having gone back to the business at hand that had been forgotten during the conflict.

And true to Michael’s words, they did.

It took a while for them to wrap their heads around the fact that their soft little brother was going to be a father, but eventually, they did, and when the day of your daughter’s birth came around, they finally came to the realization when they got to see it with their own eyes, that you were both all grown up and ready to go live your own lives. As adults.

#finn shelby #finn shelby imagine #finn shelby x reader #finn shelby fanfic #peaky blinder #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #polly gray #michael gray #arthur shelby #john shelby

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thecleverdame · 4 years

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Control and Release - 31

Series Masterlist

TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: After the rest of the staff is caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester. As the arrangement becomes more defined, you and Sam begin a sexual adventure with dangerous consequences.

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, nipple clamps, dub-con, breath play.

Beta: @ilikaicalie

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“These are all my dirty secrets?” You look in trepidation at the folder on the table in front of you.

It’s thicker than anticipated.

“Everyone one of them.” Charlie is a perky, energetic redhead that’s the exact opposite of what you expected. Sam’s talked about her like she’s Sherlock Holmes, and to be honest you assumed she was a man. “Or least what I could dig up. I can confidently say that if I couldn’t find it, no one else will either.”

Glancing at Sam you open the cover and scan over the top page. It’s a basic list of your personal details, where you’ve lived, who you’ve dated.

“Is there anything we should be concerned about?” Sam asks. He slides his arm over the back of the couch behind you.

Charlie hesitates, looking at Sam and then speaks to you.

“Are you comfortable doing this with him here? I mean, it can get real weird real quick for both of you.”

“I can leave if you want,” Sam offers.

“No.” You swallow the urge to take him up on the offer. “No secrets, right? This is my life.”

“Okay.” Charlie opens her laptop. “There was a polaroid of you in your underwear at a party in your senior year of high school. But we had it taken off Facebook and I was able to purchase the original.”

“It was on Facebook?” You’re both horrified and impressed. You had no idea “How did you even find it?”

“It’s what I do,” she chirps, already moving on. “You’re pretty boring compared to the people I usually investigate. No DUIs or cheating. But you did date a man named Jasper.”

“Oh Jesus.” You want to crawl under the table. Your time with Jasper wasn’t as much a traditional relationship as a hook-up that lasted a year. He never came close to what you and Sam enjoy together, it was all about sex. “I’m sorry.” You turn to Sam who’s throwing you a terrifying, forced smile.

“Don’t be sorry,” he murmurs, a hand slipping over your thigh and wedging between your legs.

“Did you make a sex tape with him?” Charlie asks and you choke on your own spit.

“No, I mean, I don’t think we ever…”

“Is there a chance he recorded you without your knowledge?”

“Maybe.” You search your memory. Everything from that time is hazy, the two of you drank a lot. “I mean, I don’t know. You think he recorded me?”

“I think he has something.” Charlie’s attention switches to Sam and she morphs into all-business mode. “He was interested in why I was asking questions. When I made an initial offer for any videos or pictures he might have he acted like he had something. But I think he realized it was valuable and kicked me out of his apartment.”

“You offered the maximum?” Sam asks.

“Yeah, he didn’t go for it.”

“Double it and see what he does.”

“Got it.” She stops to make a note.

“He has a sex tape with me in it?” You’re not past this yet. You look to Sam who’s unreadable. “I had no idea. I mean I eventually realized he was a creep but I never thought he would do something like that. What if he posts it?”

“Don’t worry,” he nods, sliding a hand over your knee. “I’ll handle it.”

“Other than Jasper, you and Sam are actually the biggest potential issue. I read Cole’s report. It’s concerning despite your prior relationship. If the wrong person got a copy of his written complaint it would be damaging. I think you can expect the real story to revolve around the fact that Sam intervened when a mad man was shooting up the office. You can choose how you want to spin that. If you decide you want some heroic meet-cute to be the official story then I can erase any trace of your relationship before the shooting happened. If you want me to leave some crumbs confirming you were together prior, I can do that to. And if you want a lid on the whole thing, no problem.”

“People will care?” you ask.

“Oh, for sure.” She chuckles, looking at you like you’re a moron. “Sam’s personal life has been a lockbox. You’re the most interesting thing that’s ever happened to him.”

“Wonderful.” This would all be so much easier if he wasn’t so well off. If he hadn’t been quite as successful all these precautions could be avoided.

“Just tell me what kind of story you want out there and I’ll start planting the seeds.” She grins at Sam with a warm familiarity. Few people interact with him this easily. There must be quite a back story.

“We’ll talk about it,” Sam answers for you, shifting in his seat. “Anything else?”

“That’s all for her.”

“You have my background as well?”

“I do.” She pulls a thinner file from her bag and you look at him in surprise.

“She did one on you too?”

“Charlie has been the keeper of my secrets for a decade. She makes sure any possible indiscretions stayed buried,” Sam explains.

Charlie is looking between you and Sam, asking a silent question.

“You can say whatever you need to in front of her.” Sam turns to you. “You can leave if you feel uncomfortable.”

You find yourself suddenly nervous. Sam’s past is largely a mystery and you’re not sure if you want to know. Were there others before you?

“The woman you had a financial arrangement with is not a problem. It’s Madison I’m concerned about.”

Financial arrangement? That piques your interest but the conversation moves on.

“It’s been years. You don’t think she’s gotten past it?” Sam shifts beside you, betraying his discomfort for the entire situation. He’s rarely visibly distressed but there’s no covering this up. His reaction may be subtle but it’s there.

“She still Googles you once a week.” Charlie turns her computer toward Sam. You don’t understand you’re looking at, but he seems to. Sam takes interest in something on the screen and you feel him stiffen beside you. “She’s living in Boston again?”

“She moved back last year,” Charlie confirms.

“You didn’t tell me.” Sam’s tone shifts to his trademark disapproval but it doesn’t seem to phase the perky redhead.

“I update when I think there’s a concern. This wasn’t a red flag for me. She’s from Boston. Her father is sick. She got a good job at a tech firm. It looks to me like she came home to be near her family...or...”

“Or?” Sam asks.

“Or she came back to be close to you. It’s hard to tell with her. Madison has always been a wild card. You know how to pick ‘em.” Her eyes dart to you, offering an apologetic grin. “Present company excluded.”

You just sit there taking in these new tidbits of information. A trail of breadcrumbs that lead to the story that was Sam’s life before you.

“Do you think she would try to hurt Sam?” you ask and two pairs of eyes look at each other before turning to you. “Or me?”

“She’s not that kind of crazy,” Charlie assures you. “But she would love to embarrass Sam. Make things hard for him. She’s still pissed he cut her off.”

“I see.” You sit back as they continue talking details. You’ll have questions for him later but right now your mind is swirling. Your ex hook-up has a possible homemade sex tape of you doing God knows what, and Sam apparently hired a hooker.

“And what about Dean and my father?” Sam squeezes your knee, bringing you to attention.

“What about them?” You lean forward with interest.

“They’re hard to track.” Charlie closes her computer and sits back. There’s no documentation of this inquiry. Nothing to tie either of them to the wanted Winchesters.

“That can’t surprise you.” Sam nods. “But you’re good.”

“Yes, I am.” She offers a little bow of her head. “I had to track the weird to find them.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“They like the crazy stuff, ghosts, and monsters. So I kept an eye out for any weird happenings. Some lady in New Jersey claimed a sewer monster stole her baby. And you’ll never guess who popped up in town at some shitty motel the next day.”

Taking out her phone she pulls up a photo and holds it out for you and Sam to see. It’s a grainy security camera shot of Dean with a baseball cap pulled over his face.

“When was this?” Sam inquires.

“Six weeks ago. Your brother is staying along the eastern seaboard. Investigating paranormal bullshit in Vermont, Maine, Connecticut. Occasionally he’ll pop up in the midwest, but for the most part, he’s staying close.”

“To me.” Sam’s not asking, he already knows.

“Yeah, that would be my guess. I did a sweep of your office buildings, homes and so on. I found a digital hole in your home security cameras. Someone created a backdoor into the system so they could have unfettered access.”

“He’s watching us?” Dean’s been on your mind ever since the encounter in the kitchen over a year ago. But now it seems your concerns were in fact warranted.

“Maybe,” she continues. “It’s hard to tell with him. He might be watching. Maybe he’s visiting, editing the footage to cover his tracks. Or maybe it’s not Dean at all.”

“Who else would it be?” you ask, afraid of the answer. “FBI?”

“My father,” Sam sighs.

“It’s a possibility.” Charlie shrugs. “Unfortunately it’s impossible to tell what they’re up to.”

“What’s your gut instinct?” Sam asks Charlie.

“I think they’re keeping an eye on you...and her.” She looks you dead on. “If you want to know why your guess is as good as mine. They believe some insane stuff, Sam. End of the world, apocalypse wack-a-doo shit. They could just be trying to keep you safe. But there’s always the possibility of something else. Y/N was right to be concerned.”

“Perfect,” Sam laughs dryly, rolling his eyes. “This is the last thing I need right now.”

“I liaised with your new security guy. He knows what’s going on with your family, Madison, the whole shebang. He’s working on Y/N’s apartment and your house to seal the leaks. I’ll schedule a meeting for the three of us when you get back to Boston.”

“Sounds good.” Sam stands as Charlie collects her things and you stay seated. “Thank you for everything. As always, you’re invaluable.”

“That’s why you pay me the big bucks.” She laughs. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

“You too.” You wave her off, watching as Sam locks the door after her departure. He shoves a hand in his pocket, the two of you staring at each other in silence.

“What are you thinking?” he asks.

“Oh, more than you wanna know.” Running a hand down your face you categorize the evening. Sex scandals, stalkers, fugitives from justice...where to start. “You paid for sex?”

“Technically, no.” Sam walks over to sit on the couch across the coffee table.

“What does that mean?”

“It means I never fucked her.”

“Okay, but you hired a hooker?”

“Yes.”

“And didn’t have sex with her?”

“No.” His jaws ticks. He doesn’t want to answer these questions. “She sucked my dick. She allowed me to do things to her, but I never fucked her. Would you like the details?”

“Jesus,” you sigh. “No. God...fuck. And the other woman, Madison, she was your girlfriend?”

“No. She and I had an arrangement. The same as you and I had when this started. She worked for W & S. It only lasted a few months. She became attached, somewhat obsessive. She believed we were more than our arrangement and I put an end to it.” He stares at you, still as a statue.

“Okay.” You hate the very idea of him with someone else. The thought of another woman makes you angry, but he’s being honest, and honesty is everything so you swallow the urge to take it out on him. “What are we going to do about your family?”

“I’ll give you the details as soon as I have them,” he offers. “We’ll have increased security.”

“Good.” Racking your brain you try to make sure you’ve covered everything. “Oh! Jasper, are you sure Charlie will be able to get that video...if there is one, I mean.”

“She has her ways and I have money. Everyone has a price. We just need to find his.”

You’re both quiet again. Things feel unsettled, awkward for the first time in a long time. And you only know one way to reset this feeling. There are times when having Sam in complete control makes you feel the safest.

“Sam,” you start, watching him sigh in response. He’s expecting more questions.

“Yes?” he asks, looking at you expectantly.

“I’d like you to spank me now.” This request makes your cheeks hot with anticipation. His face morphs from controlled irritation to pure lust, eyes narrow, a grin pulling at his mouth. “With your belt.”

“Take off your clothes and lay across my lap,” he instructs, already working at his buckle. “Get the gag. We can’t have you making too much noise.”

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What’s Mine is Mine

✱ Pairing: Jongin x reader (fem!reader)

✱ Genre: mafia!au, fluff, some angst (not too much really)

✱ Warnings: violence, gun use, slightly suggestive in some parts, a few curse words here and there

✱ Request: @yugyeomisout said: Hii! Can you do an mafia!au where kai gets injured because he fought over you. And you (reader) takes care of him and she kisses him.

✱ Words: 2.2k

✱ Summary: As Jongin’s wife, you are to attend a meeting between his family and the other big mafia family. However, the already rocky relationship between the two families falters when Jongin has to defend you from unwanted advances, resulting in him becoming injured.

“Must you wear that dress?” Jongin stood near the doorway, shoulder propped against the wall and his arms crossed. You weren’t looking at your husband, instead you were examining yourself in the mirror, yet you could feel his eyes as they burned into you. You already knew the look he had on his face; it was a look of both arousal and slight possessiveness as the thought of other men seeing you looking so good in that dress.

You shrugged as your hands pulled at the fabric absentmindedly. “What would you prefer me to wear?” You pulled your eyes off your reflection to turn around and look at him, a hand on your hip. “A potatoe sack? Or maybe I could just go nude. That’ll really turn some heads.”

A flash of a smile flickered on Jongin’s lips. He stood straight from his leaning position and sauntered over to you. His hands found purchase on your hips to pull you close. “Very funny,” he said, a smirk pulling at his lips.

You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You stood on your toes to push yourself up and press your lips to his. It was a short kiss, just a quick brush. But Jongin lowered his head to reconnect his lips with yours, deepening the kiss.

His hands roamed up and down your sides, enjoying how soft you felt in his grasp as well as the smooth material of your dress. One hand found your rear and gave it an appreciative squeeze, making you sigh in pleasure. Jongin smiled against your mouth.

“We could just stay,” you whispered, lips still grazing against his. You looked up at him and saw the temptation of your words flicker in his eyes. “I’d much rather stay home with you and do much more entertaining things than to go sit at this pointless dinner.”

Jongin shook his head, though you knew just how much he wanted the same as you. He hated these dinners, especially the ones like the one planned for tonight, where he would be dining with another mafia family. And he loathed having to take you, since dinners with other mafias could go so horribly wrong in just a blink of an eye. He didn’t like putting you in any potential danger. “As tempting as that is, we’ve got to go, unfortunately. It’s important we make a good impression. Making a new ally could be beneficial to us.”

You roll your eyes. “New ally? I thought this family was somewhat of a rival to us?”

Jongin hummed, stepping away from you and straightening his suit jacket. “Friends close, enemies closer, I guess.” His phone rang and he retrieved it from his pocket, answering immediately. It was a quick call, and from the way your husband spoke, you guessed it was time to go. He smiled at you after hanging up. “Ready?”

You shrugged. “Does it matter?”

You felt stifled. The atmosphere was so thick you could’ve cut it with a knife. No one talked outside of occasional small talk or mafia related matters. And the way they watched you like a hawk while you ate made your heart rate thud erratically. According to the way Jongin had talked about them prior to the dinner, you didn’t put it passed them to compromise the food. You were weary at first, but your husband had assured you it was fine.

Jongin was tense next to you. One quick look at him revealed his apprehension of the situation, his jaw bone locked tight. You reached a hand out to him and rested it on his thigh. He shot you a small smile, though it was only half-hearted. You would’ve said something to him, but a man from the other side of the table interrupted.

“Jongin,” the man said, voice a deep, raspy baritone that made your skin crawl at the sound of it. You couldn’t remember the man’s name, but from what your husband had told you, this man was a higher up in his family. “You didn’t tell me that your wife was so beautiful.” The seedy smile on his face made you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

Jongin’s hand gripped yours under the table protectively. He faked a smile. “Ah, the fact must’ve slipped my mind.”

The man chuckled from across the table, leaning back lazily as his eyes stayed focused on you. You could tell that he was picturing an awful image in his head of you just from the way his gaze travelled over your form. He was not even trying to be discreet. He let out a laugh. “Oh, don’t lie to me. I know you kept her a secret on purpose. You want her all to yourself, which I can understand. A pretty thing like that must get all sorts of attention. You can’t be too careful.”

You could’ve laughed at the double standard in his words. But you instead leaned closer to your husband to try and hide yourself as much as possible.

Jongin was at your side throughout the night’s event. After dinner, everyone mingled, danced, and drank. The atmosphere was slightly more lighthearted than before, but that was only because of the alcohol making everyone lose bits of their inhibitions. Jongin had a glass in his hand for show, but refused to let his guard down. A protective arm was around your waist.

“How much longer?” You asked quietly, eyes looking around.

“Just a bit longer, baby,” Jongin stroked your hip with the hand that was holding you. “Trust me, the second I can get you out of here and away from all these pigs, I will.”

By pigs he meant all the men from the other mafia family who weren’t shy about showing their attraction towards you, their gazes burning holes into your skin at every moment. Jongin was growing more and more angry by the second. “Hopefully that moment comes soon.”

Things took a turn for the worse when Jongin was pulled away from you to address some important matters. You were left alone in the sea of people, feeling vulnerable without your husband’s protecting presence. You stayed rooted to your spot near the table with all the refreshments after you deemed that place was the safest. You could see a lot of the room from there, your eyes on the lookout for anyone who seemed like they wanted to cause trouble.

You smiled politely as people passed you by. You felt brief relief any time someone from your own group walked by. They acknowledged you with respect. Being Jongin’s wife, you were held with esteem. Jongin was high up his family’s mafia operations and was soon to take it over. Being married to him meant that you were to be respected and well taken care of as well as protected.

You were fine standing there on your own until you felt a presence behind you and a hand on your hip. You knew instantly it wasn’t Jongin, the smell of alcohol wafting to your nose and making you freeze.

“Seems Jongin has let his guard down. Can’t believe he’d let his pretty wife stand all by her lonesome like this,” the man said and your heart stopped at the sound of the familiar voice. It was that man from earlier, the one who spent the duration of the dinner undressing you with his eyes.

You gulped, starting to step out of his hold but to no avail as his grip tightened. “M-my husband will be back soon,” you spoke, trying to sound confident, but failing miserably. You knew Jongin would come back, but exactly when he’d return was unknown. He had already been gone far longer than expected.

The man cackled as his hand started to roam. You squirmed and tried to push at his hand, but he didn’t let up. “He’ll learn not to leave his toys unattended. You know what they say, finders keepers.” His mouth was at your ear and you tried desperately to get away, but the man even in his drunken stupor was stronger than you.

Everything in the next moment happened so fast you almost didn’t register that the man was quite literally jerked away from you and thrown to the floor, the yells of everyone around you echoing. You swiveled around in shock only to see your aggressor on the floor, your husband standing over him with his gun poised and ready. You felt relief wash over your being at the sight of Jongin.

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,” Jongin growled through his teeth as his foot came in contact with the man’s side, his whole countenance seething anger. “Thinking you can put your nasty hands on my wife. You’ll pay for that.”

Jongin was set to pull the trigger, but the sound of another gun firing caused chaos to break loose. It was madness as you and many other people ducked down as men started firing their guns towards each. You didn’t know what was happening, and for a moment you just stayed still on the floor. You didn’t move until you saw one of your people running to you and ushering you to follow him, which you did without hesitation.

It was a mad dash to the car, the driver taking off instantly the moment you were inside. It only took you a few seconds to register the absence of your husband. “Jongin! Where’s Jongin?!”

The man who helped you escape, Sehun was his name, shook his head. “He’s still back at the enemy’s estate.”

“What? Why would you leave him?” You didn’t mean to sound so accusing, but the rush of worry in your bloodstream was overwhelming.

Sehun sighed, obviously worried as well, though he was trying to hide it through the mask of indifference. “My priority is making sure you got out safe, (Y/n). Jongin will be tailing behind us as soon as possible.”

His words did little to calm your nerves. You sat quietly in your seat the rest of the car ride.

It was a long night spent waiting for Jongin to make it back home. You were ordered to wait in your bedroom, but that was a task that was growing more and more difficult to do. You paced your bedroom floor many times over until there was a knock at your door. You ran to open it.

Sehun appeared at the other side, brows furrowed in a hard line. “Jongin is back,” is all he said to you and from the look on his face, there was something terribly wrong.

You waisted no time in letting him lead you to your husband. Sehun took you to the medical wing of your estate and worry spiked at an all time high. You walked through the double doors and were met with the sight of Jongin sitting up in the bed as nurses tended to the large, gaping wound that adorned his left shoulder. There was blood all over him, and he looked to be in severe pain, but that didn’t stop him from offering you a smile. “Baby.”

At his voice, you rushed to him, practically pushing the nurses to the side despite their protests as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He grimaced when your body collided with his and you pulled back instantly. “Jongin, I’m so sorry.”

Jongin shook his head and smiled, looking up at you with dazed eyes. His arm that wasn’t attacthed to an injured shoulder reached for your hand. “Don’t worry about this, baby.”

You laughed humorlessly. “Don’t worry about it? Jongin you’re hurt! You were shot.”

“And I’d be shot a million over just to keep you safe,” Jongin said resolutely, his eyes serious as they looked into yours. He sighed and leant forward, head resting in your chest. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone for so long. Stupid people and stupid mafia deals—”

You shushed him as your hands raised to run your fingers through his hair. He was hurt, but you were glad that he was safe with you. You weren’t even remotely worried over yourself. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that in the end, you came back for me. And what matters now is that you’re safe.”

“Worrying over me being safe? I thought I was the one who was supposed to worry about you,” Jongin chuckled as he lifted his head to look up at you. “Anyway, I’d ruin a thousand alliance deals just to keep you away from nasty assholes.”

“Ah, so I guess the deal is off, then.”

Jongin smirked. “Yeah, it is. And I think that’s good for us in the long run, to be honest. Now, can you me kiss me? I need a kiss to feel better.”

You hummed in agreement as you leant down to press a soft kiss to his lips. Your husband smiled and kissed you back, loving the way the taste of you always made everything better.

Jongin would be shot many times more, and would even die, just to keep you safe. You were his and his alone. No one could ever take you away.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

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