#(just an exploration of what would happen should they fail to keep her safe)

[pastafossa]

Preview of Angsty In-Progress TRT What If fic

Right so there won't be a chapter cause I'm still in Covid Brain Fog Town, Population: Me which is affecting my writing (I've gotten a bit written but it's slow going). But I have found time to edit that sad thing I'd been working on BEFORE getting sick and I'm planning to release that because I think it works as a really good illustration of just what the stakes are in TRT if they get this wrong. AKA: a what-if, in which all their preparations fail and Jane is taken (spawned by an ask in my box that's been chewing at my brain for months now).

This will be a really dark and angsty side-fic, and the ending won't be happy per se, although I'm planning to give a little hope at the end since I'm not a COMPLETE monster, but I don't expect everyone to read it regardless and am designing it so there's no need to if you'd prefer to stick to TRT canon. BUT if you DO want to read something like this, here's a preview of the first section.

Warnings for: angst (obviously), blood, reference to shock collars.

Preview wordcount: around 1k

Putting this behind a cut.

Sad Matt gif cause this part's from his POV and it will not be fun.

There should have been a fight. 

That had always been the plan, an unspoken agreement the moment you’d decided to stay. You’d all known the Man in the White Coat, Cyrus James, would come to town eventually. It was an inevitability, a reality, and it was one you’d prepared for. Slowly, you’d gathered in your allies, armor composed of S.H.I.E.L.D., of the Ferryman, of the Punisher and the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and even Spider-Man, had you asked. There’d been plans and backup plans, alarm systems and fail safes. And just in case that still wasn’t enough, you and Matt had taken to practicing, over and over and over again, all the ways you could signal him should your hunter slip through the cracks. 

It was foolproof. 

It should have been foolproof. That was what you’d all believed. 

You were all wrong. So terribly, terribly wrong.

This isn’t how it was supposed to happen. 

There was no battle. 

It’s my fault. 

No war along the familiar streets that had become your home. 

I should have sensed him. 

There’d been no signal given. No warning, no alarm that rang out, not when you were walking home after a late case. 

Caught alone in the dark.

Where are you, sweetheart? Please, just give me something, anything—

You didn’t even have time to scream, they said.

Not physically, anyway.

He’d felt your fear before on occasion, when you reached for him psychically. Then, your presence felt like the frantic bite of your nails in his skin, tasted like the sharp tang of cold sweat and burning adrenaline, sounded like the stuttered racing of your heart, a drumbeat in his ears that never failed to set his own heart racing as he cast his senses out, hunting for threat-threat-threat and for those that dared to harm you. He’d felt your fear when you woke in the quiet dark of the apartment, and when you’d been trapped beneath the warehouse in a cruel, dusty cell. He’d felt it, too, that night Frank had chased after you. 

He thought he’d known the flavor of your fear. 

But those moments were nothing compared to the moment your deepest, darkest fear became… real. 

The deafening psychic scream that tore through the thread with all the force of a hurricane was like nothing he’d felt before, or ever would again. That storm was all-consuming, the world around him gone in a heartbeat as the sudden wave brought him to his knees, his mouth shocked open on a silent shout. He could barely breathe through that terrified tide, one cold as bitter ice, your panicked heartbeat less a drumbeat than a constant roar in his ears as your panic rolled through him. This was the tremor of muscle and blind, animalistic instinct, the last, desperate sprint of a doomed hare just before the hawk’s talons cinched shut against the back of its neck.

This wasn’t fear. That was too small a word.

It was sheer, absolute terror. 

And in that terror, you managed only a single word. 

“Matt, h—”

You never got a chance to finish. Instead, he was struck by a blinding surge of electricity, white-hot coils of lightning snaking around his throat before locking tight. That shock raced outwards from there, traveling along lines of hidden nerves and thick muscle until his whole body locked up in agony. It was impossible to writhe, to thrash, to fight. All he could do was scream, mindless and furious, your terror matched only by his surge of rage, rage that covered his own wave of terror. Because he knew. He knew, distantly, what this was, and what this meant. 

The collar. 

Just as quickly as it came, the connection was gone, leaving him with nothing but the steady drip of blood from his nose and a ringing in his ears.

He wanted to retch, his stomach roiling, but there was no time. 

It can’t end like this. 

The directional signal he’d gotten from you was worthless. Even when he found where you’d been snatched off the street, they’d left him nothing but droplets of your blood and a fading snatch of cigarette smoke, a poor cover for the faint chemical scent lingering in the alley. Tranquilizers, he’d learn later, meant to knock you out, make you tame enough to be bound, collared, and forced into the back of a van. From there, your scent vanished into the night. 

Caught. Collared. 

Taken.

There was supposed to be more time. 

More time for him in your arms and you in his. 

More quiet touches in the early morning, and laughter in the kitchen, at Fogwell’s, on warm rooftops and cold ones, too. 

Time for him to slip a ring on your finger, and for his name to twine with yours, joyful tears in both your eyes as he pressed his lips to yours on the day you finally became his wife, the keeper of his soul, and he the keeper of yours, for all the rest of your days.

Why hadn’t he asked you?

He should have asked you.

Our rocking chairs should be red, you’d said sleepily last night, when we’re old. 

He should have been faster. 

Stronger. 

Smarter.

“All this, all this that we have here, that you love, is at risk. It always is when I stop. He takes this from me every time, Matt."

He should have protected you. 

He’d promised you he’d keep you safe. 

“No one will take you. I won’t let them, no matter what I have to do to stop them. What happened before—you didn’t have me. I’ll hear him coming from a mile away. We’ll be prepared for him."

“Ciro promised me the same thing. And he was wrong.”

He’d… promised. 

“I promise. I’ll find them before they even get close.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, D.”

And he’d failed.

The Devil’s roar of anguish, of grief, and of absolute agony shook the very bones of the city. 

By that point, you were too far away to hear it. 

It would be seven months before he found you again.

#the red thread #the red thread What If #(so NOT canon) #(just an exploration of what would happen should they fail to keep her safe) #daredevil #matt murdock #fic #fanfic #fic preview #tw: blood #tw: angst #this is pretty much the least dark part of the fic so if you're going to take the full ride use this as a chance to buckle up #this will not be light or humorous or fluffy #99% hurt and very little comfort #we're gonna run face-first into *why* Jane is so terrified of this man #and explore what the failure might look like #because I think sometimes exploring what will happen if it all goes wrong is interesting

[hecckyeah]

scars we cover up with paint

(or: Daisy just needs her mom May)

(Agents of SHIELD, post-canon, MayDaisy mother daughter bonding time)

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The first warning sign she should have picked up on was the clenching, gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Melinda May had been out of field duty for so long, she just attributed it to indigestion.

There was a time, years ago, when every warning bell in her body would have picked up on that noticeable gut feeling. That feeling meant action. Danger. Act fast, or else. She had once been able to quickly sort through the causes of it, just by scanning her eyes around the room or noticing discrepancies in her surroundings that her subconscious had picked up on before she could register them.

She would have been checking in on her team when that happened, going through names on her phone and knocking on doors, one by one, until everyone was alive and accounted for. And then she would find out what her intuition was telling her. 

That was her past life. That was always being on the move, never predicting the next tragedy, never being able to keep her family safe. 

That was then.

This is now.  

There was no reason for it. Unless one of her Academy students was secretly harboring evil intentions, the feelings were simply natural and meant nothing.

But now, even with a stomach full from lunch and a good book in hand, the discomfort persisted. 

I’m going crazy . 

The warning bells continued. She shifted in the chair, hoping it really was just a rare bout of indigestion. Even stood up, stretched her arms up toward the ceiling, then down, folding herself in half until her arms hugged her knees. Stretched from side to side, twisted her torso.

It didn’t help.

Which meant it was probably time to panic.

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The message came before she could pick up her phone to call Mack.

It really wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Simply an update from Agent Payne, assistant head of the space exploration program, explaining as requested that the Zephyr Three just touched down and that the agents were currently being examined at the SHIELD medical facility in Charleston, South Carolina.

Melinda remembered, with a pang, that this was officially the end of the small team’s last mission. After five years flying missions for the space division and at least that many trips around the galaxy, the Zephyr Three and her crew were finally Earth-bound, permanently. 

“I’m ready to leave space travel to the younger kids,” Sousa had joked last year at their annual Framework meetup. “I’m like a hundred and ten – You guys think I deserve to retire yet?”

May had seen the emotion-filled look Daisy sent her husband, probably thinking she was being subtle but failing valiantly as usual.

If anyone deserved a nice life of low-stakes office work and training recruits, it was those two. Daniel and Daisy. 

She returned her attention to the phone screen and Payne’s message. Glanced over it one more time. 

In getting lost in her memories, she had missed the end of it.

Zephyr 3 just landed, the message read. The crew’s headed to the SCMSC for their workups. All healthy at first glance, just tired and ready to be on solid ground again. Don’t want to worry you.. but your girl is anxious to see you. Might be trip related, maybe not. But she asked for you a few times. Let me know if you want a ride down here.

May paused. 

Your girl.

She knew Payne was referring to Daisy. It was widely known in SHIELD that the small team had a special, unique, altogether unbreakable bond that rivaled that of even the tightest-knit family. It was forged in the years of insane trials they’d gone through – Events that would have destroyed any weaker souls. They’d lost the people closest to them. Almost lost themselves hundreds of times over. No one could go through all that and not come out changed.

Coulson had sometimes referred to Daisy as the daughter he never had. And although she rarely said it, May had always felt the same.

Your girl.

The girl she’d trained. Protected. Held up when the universe seemed determined to destroy her. 

Daisy had never needed May. But she’d always chosen her. 

Chosen her to be the mother figure she’d always dreamed of having. 

The next text message followed, with perfect timing. And even before she could see the sender’s name, she knew it was from Daisy.

Hey May. Payne said he’d update you, but I’m thinking he’ll downplay things. Need my S.O. right now. Please tell me you’re free. I’ll tell Payne to send the jet.

No emojis, no exclamation points, perfect punctuation, and she hadn't called May her Supervising Officer in years . Something was very wrong, and the thought sent a hot stone down to the depths of her chest. 

It only took her seven minutes to pack a small duffel, all while on the phone with Payne, arranging pickup. He also promised to personally call the Academy for her and arrange for a substitute for a few days. She thanked him profusely for that gesture. 

Finally she locked the door behind her, stepped out onto her front porch, let out a deep breath, and set her jaw.

On my way, she texted Daisy. Hang in there. I got you.

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#maydaisy #NON SHIPPING BTW. just to clear up confusion #hints of #dousy #:) #because how can i possibly write a fic with daisy that DOESN'T include sousa. honestly #anyway #melinda may #daisy johnson #daniel sousa #agents of shield #aos #aos fanfic #mother daughter feels #some angst #some humor #mostly just vibes #and that's okay #philinda

[willyoubemypartner]

Alyssa Cho - An Essay

Preface - Why is Alyssa so unsympathetic?

One of the things that’s odd about Alyssa’s character is that readers have rarely been so divisive over a single character, particularly about whether or not a character is sympathetic. There’s generally a consensus about the complicated nature of characters like Kousuke or even Rand, but Alyssa discourse feels very different.

During the formal arc, Quim has mentioned a few times that many scenes had to be cut due to Webtoon’s concerns about mature/dark content conflicting with adsense policies. Quim has recently mentioned weaving these scenes back in wherever possible, meaning that things were still happening in universe, we just couldn't see them. But now when these themes come up later to be more explored, they have to be introduced in a roundabout way for it to make sense. Instead of us getting what was intended and being able to build off that foundation as we follow the story and naturally understanding the pacing as it goes.

Now how does this tie into Alyssa? Alyssa in particular had important scenes cut from the formal - parallels we lost with Alyssa and Shin-Ae, the understanding and characterization of the Kims and other elites, the reality of her life in the idol world. It turned the formal into more of a ? than it needed to or should have been, and pulled the foundation of understanding Alyssa’s character right out from under us. We went essentially 200 chapters without really getting a look at her. She was introduced (like many ILY characters) in a certain way, but it took so much longer for her to get to show her depth and development beyond that mold. And it makes it so much harder for readers to see her objectively. People don't want to have to flip their entire understanding of and feelings towards Alyssa at chapter 230.

The foundation for Alyssa being more than just the attention seeker has always been there, we just didn't get to see it.

I don't always love Alyssa. But I feel for her. She's a real person as much as every other character. She’s not just "a girl who makes the wrong choices" nor is she just “the bad friend” or just “the trapped victim” - she is all of them . Alyssa may be misguided, but that’s just it - she's misguided because she never learned how to conflict. She tries to make the right choices, and fails. She’s trying her best and it never works out for her. And so she makes mistakes and she hurts people - including herself. And a lot of them are big mistakes, with very real consequences. She can see what’s really happening around her, but thinks that maybe it can work. And so she keeps making those wrong choices, because the core that she needs to change isn't something she feels safe to rectify. She’s miserable, but she can’t get out. She draws herself to the only light she can see, like a moth to a flame.

She’s introduced as this foe, even the mini Yui. And we're supposed to originally see her that way and know that that's now Nol has come to see her. But we are simultaneously supposed to break that down and see that she is also trapped. She idolized Yui and fell so far into the deep end without realizing it and now has to be Yui's puppet. The puppetmaster imagery is both Alyssa taking after Yui and falling for it, AND Yui taking advantage of her and Alyssa having no choice anymore but to play along and be taken advantage of. There’s that inherent dichotomy to how Alyssa acts and who she is and why she is.

Something about Alyssa is that her motives and feelings are almost always far more complex than they appear. Alyssa is so plagued by those parts of herself that she’s afraid of. Alyssa gets so much criticism for making her choices because for us it's so easy to see where she's going wrong. But, if she could really see it, she wouldn't be here. We know how this really ends and what would actually help, but all Alyssa has seen is that the way she handles things is the viable option. The whole point with Alyssa is that nobody helped her navigate these things . She's as much a victim as everyone else, even though she's hurt arguably our two most sympathetic characters.

Everyone thinks that she is an attention seeker. That she's successful and aloof and just drops people. Nobody is taking a second to see her childhood trauma, understand her real motivations, look at how trapped she is, how miserable. Nobody is extending a hand to her because they don't understand. And with nobody understanding her, nobody can give her an actual way forward, because everyone's attempts will be for a problem that isn't the real issue. Like many, if not all, of our characters, in order to understand Alyssa we have to acknowledge that the reason this is happening is because of unmet and unaddressed needs, lack of personal insight, being in survival mode - the person feeling like they had no other choice.

The people Alyssa hurt are our two main characters, and we are supposed to feel a way about that. But so much of the point is about how our emotional reaction to Alyssa isn't all there is. That she’s not any more or less evil just because the people she hurt are the ones we’re emotionally connected to. That she is a person who has her own story, her own motivations, her own mistakes, her own needs, her own fears, her own traumas. Not that it negates all the harm, but just that there is more to it. That we have to be able to examine and sit with our complex feelings towards her.

Unconditional Love & Chasing The Light 

At the core of Alyssa’s character is the desire to be seen and accepted for herself, at odds with the belief that who she is can’t possibly be okay.

We get some important insight into this throughout the Shinlyssa arc, but especially at Alyssa’s house and with the bullies. In Alyssa’s bedroom we see portraits of Hedy Lamaar, Thomas Edison, Nikola Tesla, Albert Einstein, Melba Roy Mouton, Alan Turing, Vera Rubin, and Sally Ride. The portraits were identified and analyzed by Kimione back in 2022 (https://new.reddit.com/r/ILoveYoo/comments/ws18yg/alyssa_cho_symbolisms_notes_and_scribblings/) as well as this recent post (https://www.reddit.com/r/ILoveYoo/comments/15sh4k7/the_portraits_in_alyssas_room_in_episode_190/?sort=confidence).

Recurring themes in the portraits are all of them being involved in groundbreaking science, contributions to communication or space, being both scientific and artistic, experience of inequity and adversity, and nonnormative sexuality. For all of these people, resilience and passion in the face of a world which did not see them clearly, which did not initially support them, carried them through to their success. For many of them, a key figure (or several) in their lives provided that support that helped them reach the world. Hedy Lamarr said that her father “made me understand that I must make my own decisions, mold my own character, think my own thoughts.”

In Alyssa’s case, we can see based on her choice of portraits and conversation with Shin-Ae that she wants to be seen for who she is, leave her mark on the world through her passions, be genuine in an off-beat way. Like those on her wall, she has a natural skill for both arts and science, but intends to pursue her passion for science, perhaps using her skill in the arts to inform her manner of thinking. The difference, however, is that she does not appear to have that support network. She says that her parents follow her every whim and she’s never been able to develop a real sense of self. We see that her mother puts on a face, appears weak, passive, the trophy wife. When Alyssa was home sick from school, we see her struggle to cope with conflict and rejection, curling up in her room and refusing to talk to anyone but Shin-Ae - yet she “flips a switch” the second she hears her father walk through the door. Something that she does often, as her mother even expected it. Alyssa establishes in that moment that it is not her emotions flipping a switch, but rather the fear of what happens when her father comes home and she is not who he wants her to be. She likely fears her strict father, and resents her passive mother. Either way, Alyssa clearly doesn’t feel supported in herself - she must be the perfect poster daughter, has no role models to look up to, has no understanding of how to make her own decisions, mold her own character, think her own thoughts.

Alyssa frequently exhibits self-doubt and feelings that nobody is listening, that nobody cares. That she must mold herself to whatever others want. That she has to keep parts of herself hidden. That what she wants to be is not something that she can pull herself up in the world through. That she has to bide her time and assuage people to earn her freedom. That she is trapped and isolated.

Although not directly confirmed, we get many hints throughout the Shinlyssa arc that Alyssa is a lesbian, that she had feelings for Shin-Ae. Alyssa being gay in a homophobic world, desperately trying to fit the social mold and find unconditional love, creates such a tragic outcome. While there are obviously so many more types of love than romantic, to have something Alyssa feels such shame for, something that she can not escape or pretend away, something she did not choose, something so wrongly yet so often considered a disease, an abomination, wrong, unnatural, nonconformist tied so directly to the experience of love creates such an all-consuming conflict in Alyssa. Even if she were bisexual, she could suppress enough of herself to fit the mold and find that love (as much as it would still hurt). With her being a lesbian, it enters the fact that she will never be able to find that kind of love while she’s hiding herself. That in her quest to fit the social mold to find love and validation she’s completely closing off that gate. There is something so incredibly tragic about that self-fulfilling prophecy, and it fuels so much of Alyssa’s conflict.

Something important is how much the Shinlyssa event affects not only Shin-Ae, but Alyssa. And, when talking about the Shinlyssa event, something so important to keep in mind is how young they were. They were children, only 12 or 13 years old, in a new environment - especially for Alyssa, who had never been outside the social environment of her home.

Shin-Ae is a character whose light shines bright, which everyone is caught in. That same light that she’s sharing with Nol. A light that even Alyssa was in back in middle school, but that she couldn’t stand in, because Alyssa couldn't accept all of herself. If she stayed in Shin-Ae's light, it would have illuminated the truths she's afraid of. Alyssa is so afraid of the light shining on parts of herself she doesn't want seen that she lets the light go out all together.

It's better in the dark.

So she snuffed out her own light.

She just wants to be accepted and thinks that nobody will accept her because of those parts of herself that she can’t accept. That she’s been taught are wrong. So she can not find acceptance and belonging, she can not stand in the light. And she settles for the closest thing she can find, that artificial light that lets her keep those parts of herself hidden. But that light will never come close when she has to hide so much of herself.

There’s likely only one time in Alyssa’s life that she felt that sense of unconditional love - in her relationship with Shin-Ae. How Alyssa felt the emotional support she desperately needed, that love she craved, that acceptance for her authentic self. How she felt seen with Shin-Ae. How she pushed her away because those are feelings she's not allowed to have. Not for an outcast. Not for someone so brazen. Not for a girl. Not for someone who sees Alyssa as she genuinely is. And now that feeling of actual love and acceptance may be something she never finds again. Only conditional. Only for her image. Her persona. Only when she does what she's told. But none of it true.

Alyssa doesn’t chase fame or adoration, she’s chasing acceptance while being unable to look at herself. She is in this career, in Yui’s grasp, as a direct result of the Shinlyssa event.

Nobody ever showed her safe unconditional love. So naturally she thinks that the only way she can be loved is by chasing adoration. And, as she got older, nothing has proven that wrong for her. The Shinlyssa accident factors so strongly into why Alyssa doesn't see another way. She did have Shin-Ae, but things still went so wrong. It was ingrained into Alyssa that she can not rock the boat, can not be in conflict, has to play nice with those around her. Shin-Ae was unconventional, unpopular, and unafraid to stand up for herself. That created tension between them, and a lot of problems between them and the other kids. Alyssa, in her world, kept trying to keep Shin-Ae and not cause problems at school, but it kept blowing up in her face. And, in the end Shin-Ae falls out a window. This is a horrible way to experience your first taste of interpersonal conflict and likely just solidified for her that you absolutely can not rock the boat, you have to placate people and fit the social mold. It's also likely that her parents were involved in the aftermath of what happened in middle school, considering how much it all got swept under the rug. With her feared, strict father and her good family image mother, I can only imagine what sort of treatment she was welcomed to at home after the Shinlyssa incident. Personally, I also believe that her parents wouldn't have let her anywhere near Shin-Ae afterwards.

Hidden behind the large home and private lessons is how neglected Alyssa was. Treated as a trophy to compensate for the eldest daughter being a disappointment to their overbearing father. Living in a home as the trophy daughter with the trophy wife. Alyssa’s statements of wanting to be part of a power couple come from that resentment, the deep desire to not be that kind of submissive, docile woman.

And then in comes Yui - this godlike woman. Mother. Businesswoman. Charitable. Charismatic. Powerful. Married to an honorable man. Promising everything Alyssa needs - love, validation, adoration, success, belonging. Offering Alyssa a chance to shine, compliments, (fake) love, the potential to become powerful and adored like her. And she idolized Yui, so she took the chance.

It was everything Alyssa needed, on a silver platter … until it wasn’t.

Yui knew exactly how to play her. Manipulated a 14 year old girl just like she does everyone. And by the time Alyssa could see any which way, it's already too late. We can see that she's exhausted. Miserable. Isolated. Always 'on.' Always playing her role. Always on high alert, in survival mode. With Yui over her shoulder, groupmates that hate her, having to be dolled up for everyone she meets, no true allies anymore, being watched and exploited at home, at work, at practice, in the dorms, in public, at events - there is truly not a single place Alyssa feels safe, let alone accepted or loved. And yet she can not leave. She can't stop. They won't let her go now. If she were to stop, she'd have to fail . She has never been allowed to fail. Her life now is miserable, but she sees the price of failure as being even worse.

I think that we're going to see Alyssa continue down a dark path. She's never lived in a reality where it feels okay to be herself. She's pushing so much down and trying so hard to become what other people want her to be so that she may finally fit in. Be loved. Feel like she belongs.

Every one time someone says she's doing great it's like a hit for her, but it's so fleeting. So she has to keep chasing it, because she doesn't know where else to get it. But the more she chases it, the farther and farther down a dark path she goes, running after a torch instead of the sun. And the farther she gets, the harder it is to find an exit. So she has to keep chasing the only light she can see and just hope that it gets her somewhere.

Survival & Safety 

In the case of Alyssa, so many people underestimate the effect that an emotionally volatile upbringing can have on you and how you interact with the world. So many people are choosing to ignore that Alyssa is emotionally neglected and likely abused at home. Shin-Ae feels more like the victim to us because we're seeing the story through her eyes and we know that without money you can't physically live, but the thing Alyssa has lacked all her life, the thing that she needs is to feel like she's accepted and loved. That she, herself, is enough.

At the core of all of her actions, beliefs, choices, is one simple fact - Alyssa feels unsafe.

And even Alyssa’s song - she knows full well that she’s trapped now. The imagery points right to Yui. As Alyssa said, she’s not dumb. The entire time that we’ve known Alyssa, she’s known where she stands with Yui. When she talks about Yui at the formal her eyes are closed. The entire time she’s talking about Yui being charitable, nice for giving Shin-Ae a job, not being where she is today without Yui, wanting a mother like her, wanting to be like her. Her eyes only open again when she says she’d love to be part of a power couple. These are all things that Alyssa likely believed about Yui when she first met her, but has since seen the writing on the wall. The savior she ran to in order to escape her unsafe family life turned out to be even worse. And this is even what leads her to Gun Kim in the recent chapters - in the same way she desperately needed to escape her family, now she desperately needs to escape Yui. But since Alyssa doesn't believe in herself, can't let herself shine enough to brave the world and gain control on her own, she needs someone by her side. Needs to be part of a "power couple." This time it's Gun who comes in, the sparkling savior. Except Alyssa does know better this time, we can see that she's uncomfortable around him, that she knows the sparkles fade. But it’s too late now, and Alyssa just hopes to play the game long enough to gain some of her power back.

"Everything will go to waste I’m trying to find my way back But all these red hues keep me locked in place I can stay captive a bit longer So long as I end up on top"

Alyssa has been playing the game because it's the same game she had to play at home. Keep your head down. Do what they say. That way they won't hurt you as badly.

And when we remember that Alyssa's socioeconomic status is closer to Kousuke's than to Shinae's we can understand even more the implications, because it's not just about Alyssa’s weaknesses. It's about how it reflects on her family. Alyssa and Meg act as parallels to Kousuke and Nol, the golden child and the black sheep. Constantly told to not embarrass the family, don't make them look bad, live up to your potential. Nol and Meg are seen as wildcards, burdens, disappointments, people who do not fit the social mold and make everyone's lives more difficult. So Kousuke and Alyssa feel such intense pressure to fit the mold exactly. To never be out of line. To be someone that lives up to their family name. That brings respect. That doesn't cause trouble.

We see this same concept play out in the juxtaposition between the reaction to the girls’ catching Yui’s eye.

When we think about the parallels of Yui swooping in and "stealing away" both Shin-Ae and Alyssa the biggest difference is that Nol could see Shin-Ae, see how miserable she was even if she didn’t explain it to him. And, even then, the only reason even Shin-Ae ever opened up and leaned on people was because she had to. Because Nol had already seen it. He was able to nudge it out of her after seeing her eviction notice and pile of bills. After seeing her so blatantly miserable at the formal. And once someone had seen her weaknesses and supported her, she gradually was able to build back that trust that she spent so long unable to draw upon. But she didn’t start that by choice, she just chose to continue.

While for Alyssa he can’t see it - so much of her misery has been out of his view, she doesn’t open up and lean on people and is so good at putting on her brave face. The more people know your weaknesses, the more they have to use against you, and Alyssa sees so many weaknesses in herself that she can’t trust anyone. Alyssa has been trained all her life to hide anything negative. Never step out of line. Nol was able to see it in Shin-Ae because she’s easier to read, but nobody can see it in Alyssa because she’s been taught how to hide it. Shin-Ae’s biggest strategy for hiding her state was to avoid people - Alyssa is able to hide in plain sight.

Alyssa is always a strong contrast with Shin-Ae, and we can see it throughout the formal. Something so important to this parallel are cut scenes of Alyssa that foreshadow the recent developments we’ve seen of her with the Hiraharas and the Kims.

Such a theme of the night is how lucky Shin-Ae was that Kousuke and Nol didn't have ill intentions around her and were looking out for her. Everyone was looking out for Shin-Ae that night, but no one was looking out for Alyssa. Even her own parents, the people who above all else are supposed to keep you safe, sold her out to the entertainment industry and never looked back. And, to be fair, we come back to her self-fulfilling prophecy - Alyssa is afraid to be herself because she thinks her true self isn’t worthy of love, so she pushes people away, and then has no one. But, at the same time, Shin-Ae has also been pushing everyone away. Nol has to stalk her to gain her friendship, she coldly and pointedly rejects Dieter, she keeps Maya and Rika at arm’s length, she doesn’t tell anyone (even Min-Hyuk) about her problems with her home and her dad. But the difference between Alyssa and Shin-Ae is, in many ways, how well they hid it. With Shin-Ae it was obvious that she was keeping people at arm’s length because she had been hurt. With Alyssa, she’s keeping people away because she’s afraid, but she’s been taught very well how to keep up appearances, so it looks as though she just doesn’t care, that she’s more concerned with herself and her image and her career. So people leave her alone, while they chase after Shin-Ae. While everyone was off chasing Shin-Ae, Alyssa was alone with the elites - no one looking for her, no one caring where she was.

Alyssa is, at her core, so very alone.

Unreliable Narrators & Nolyssa 

One of the most pointed failings of Nolyssa, especially in comparison to Stalkyoo, is how much Nol and Alyssa really don’t know each other at all, despite being more privy to the details of each other’s lives than almost anyone else. Both of them are in survival mode, putting on masks day after day, not letting each other in, seeing each other as something they are so very not with goals and desires that only scratch the surface. On the one hand, neither of them have really put up a fight, but also the circumstances were against them. They weren't in a position to help each other. They were both kids with needs that weren't met trying their best to survive. Children forced into playing an adult’s game.

Nol and Shin-Ae are both unreliable narrators. Shin-Ae actually acknowledges this, specifically in relation to Alyssa, saying that she only ever has her side of the story. In Nol’s case, he sees Yui for what she is, and wants others to see it, too. But he also believes that everything is his fault, that it all stems from his existence, that Yui may be a villain but it’s because of him, not that Yui does what suits her best. And that makes it so hard for him to even begin to guess that Alyssa sees Yui for something else, that Alyssa fell for Yui’s manipulation for reasons that he couldn’t see and that she realized after what had really happened. That she could praise Yui, focus on her career, devote her time to this game, and be lying about it all. He sees that validation seeker and he didn't see beyond it because she didn't let him see anything more than that. He’s good at being able to tell when people are putting up a facade, but not so much why .

Alyssa is so much more complex than just someone seeking validation, and she is meant to make us sit with complex feelings. Meant to make us figure her out, to see beyond our unreliable narrators. To accept that she is more complex despite how negative her interactions with our two most overtly sympathetic characters are. We are supposed to be clued in to her more than they are, to see those things that none of our narrators can see.

Nol states that she knows how his family makes him feel, but does he know his family makes her feel? How this whole game makes her feel? That she wants off this ride but it's too late and she can't do anything?

Ironically, Nol is being used as Alyssa’s protector, but not in any intentional way. Nol said that he tried to steer Alyssa clear of Yui, but honestly it doesn't seem like he really tried. When Shin-Ae gets the invitation to Kousuke's apartment Nol just says that Yui is a nice lady. I think that Nol tries to save people from Yui by encouraging them to appease her and then wean away from her, thinking that as long as they do what she wants Yui won't hurt them. But obviously that's not how Yui works. And, Alyssa fell right into the trap, just like Shin-Ae.

But, where Nol is protecting her is by being the “boyfriend,” protecting her from the predators around her. Even if it's not much, having Nol as a boyfriend keeps those close to the Hiraharas who may try to take advantage of her just a bit more at bay. They can't step on the Hiraharas’ toes. I especially think that now that we've seen more of Alyssa's world, how she got where she is, and what likely lays ahead for her. And, it honestly works well for Alyssa - Nol is respectful, not interested in her, doesn’t push her, she doesn’t have to do anything to appease him, doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to do. Doesn’t even have to pay attention to him (although she should, if even as just a friend). And I think that Alyssa does know this, and that’s part of why she fought so hard when he did for once express his own needs and desires and tried to break it off. I think that, once Nol is gone, it's basically open season on her, and it's going to be so incredibly hard to watch - that fake relationship is probably the final barrier keeping her in some semblance of safe.

But, the thing is, Alyssa's fate isn't Nol's responsibility. Alyssa does not deserve to be preyed upon, but Nol also doesn't deserve to be trapped and suffocated. We can see how much being in this relationship hurts Nol, suffocates him, how it's keeping him on a one-way path to misery. How, as much as she does not deserve what likely lays ahead for her without Nol, he does not deserve what lays ahead for him with Alyssa.

As much as I defend Alyssa, urging people to understand her complexities as a character, how her choices are born out of her own survival mode, how she is falling back on the methods that she learned from her home life were the only way to survive, how she has never felt safe and that leads directly to the choices she makes and how she feels that she does not have a choice at all - Nol is not the one responsible for her path, her choices. Some combination of Alyssa, the adults who failed her, and the adults who groomed her are responsible.

I mentioned earlier how Alyssa ended up here as a fallout of the Shinlyssa event, and that implicates Nol’s position too - both in relation to Alyssa and to Shin-Ae. If Shinlyssa had survived, Stalkyoo would never have been. All of this growth between Nol and Shin-Ae, chasing that future - it never would have happened. It’s even possible Nol wouldn’t be around anymore. Everything is a chain reaction. Sometimes there is no choice where everyone turns out okay. No matter which way it happened, one of them was going to be in a bad place. Which is the same way things are going with the potential ending of Nolyssa. Either Nol suffers or Alyssa is in danger - there's no scenario where they are both okay.

Shin-Ae is likely going to be a foil to Alyssa, and she may watch and have to understand. To see why Shin-Ae is so capable of being what she isn't. That at the end of the day Shin-Ae was always enough. That Alyssa was always enough. How different things would have been if she could’ve accepted herself and stood in that light. That if she could, people will come along who love her for who she is. That there was so much she couldn't see at that time and now it's too late.

Conclusion 

Despite how easy it is to dislike Alyssa, to to write her off as the validation seeker, the bad friend, the self-serving naïve idol - there is so much more to Alyssa to see. The girl seeking to fill that unmet essential need for unconditional love. The girl who has never felt safe. The girl who was never taught how to handle conflict. The girl who is so afraid of herself that she pushes everyone away. Who hides herself so much that no one knows who she really is. Who’s reputation for herself and her family rides on her back. Who is miserable but sees no way out. Who is trapped by choices she made as a child. Who still makes all the wrong choices because she doesn’t see any other way. Who is just as much a victim, desperately trying to survive, as everyone else.

Now she is trapped in this prison, abused and trafficked No way out in sight No one on her side Only empty love and adoration Chasing artificial light, snuffing her own out from fear of those inner truths, never feeling safe, having to keep going to have any hope of getting out but keeping going being so so bad and likely never going to get her there

Above all else I hope that Alyssa can learn to accept herself. That, even if she realizes it far too late, she can see that was all she ever really needed. Because she can’t have that love that she wants while she’s so afraid, so much in hiding, so fearful of the truths within herself that could be revealed if she stands in the light. The thing about Alyssa is that she pushes genuine people away because of this fear. And therein is her self-fulfilling prophecy, but she makes these choices because she doesn’t know what else to do and ends up further and further trapped. I feel an intense sadness for Alyssa as she, like all of our characters, is in survival mode herself and just trying desperately to fill an unmet need.

And, again, it's not about liking or disliking Alyssa. Absolving or convicting her. It's not that simple. As complex as she is as a person, so is her role in the story, her perception within us. But it's about understanding her - who she is, why she makes her choices, how she got here.

I will reiterate again a point from earlier - the people Alyssa hurt are our two main characters. We are supposed to feel a way about that. But so much of the point is about how our emotional reaction to Alyssa isn't all there is. That she’s not any more or less evil just because the people she hurt are the ones we’re emotionally connected to. That she is a person who has her own story, her own motivations, her own mistakes, her own needs, her own fears, her own traumas. Not that it negates the harm, the wrong choices, but just that there is more to it. That we have to be able to examine and sit with our complex feelings towards her.

In the words of Hedy - “I’m a very simple, complicated person.”

And that concludes my full length essay about Alyssa and why I have feelings

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lovers Fate

Chapter one

PLOT: Mansk believes he’s one of the only survivors after the sea dragon falls to the watery depths of the ocean. That is until he finds one person, one sole person amongst the wreckage. The one person he use to constantly flirt with before he had gone out on his mission.

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The sea dragon had sunk to the bottom of the ocean and Mansk was seemingly left alone in the middle of the ocean. Remnants of the once buoyant ship came to the surface as wreckage and floated with the current. As far as he could tell everyone was gone, he was seemingly on his own. No idea where Quaritch was, last he had seen Lyle was alive but now he couldn't be so sure. The war itself was brutal, something that should have never happened. As much as he wanted to believe they were in the right he couldn't justify going after a man and his family as he did. It was only right for them to lose, only right for the sea dragon to be lost to the ocean bead below them. Burying it and everything else that had laid waste to the ecosystem around them.

Carefully Mansk had thrown his gun over his back, the strap resting along his front as he pushed himself forward towards some of the wreckage. Perhaps he could salvage somethings for his own survival and Somehow make his way back to a base or anything for that matter. He wasn’t entirely sure how his return would be reciprocated, there was a very strong chance they might deem him unnecessary. A failed re-creation of his former self seeing as how he was a part of the group that had lost the war, a part of the group that had failed the mission and still had no results to show for his efforts.

The closer he got to some floating debris, boxes and plastic bags zipped up with who knows what was when he spotted it. Or rather was when he spotted what seemed like another survivor. Not a human but another recom draped along one of the slowly bobbing boxes. This one wasn't a soldier, wasn't a part of his team that had taken on the mission that was Jake Sully and his family. Upon closer inspection he recognized who the drifting survivor was, one of the scientists the RDA had decided to give recom bodies in order to help assist in the study of the planet pandora. Explore what plants would be safe to human consumption and what specifically to stay away from. Or just regular doctors large enough to deal with the recoms bigger injuries, it genuinely helped get things done that was for damn sure.

Isabella, her name was Issabella if his memories were to serve him correctly. From time to time he would chat with her before they had been set out on their mission. Making it a game to see if he could get her to laugh as he quite enjoyed hearing that from her or even just pulling a smile on her face. They rarely had time to speak with one another though, those moments around her where few and far between.

“ Isabella.. “ Mansk called after the woman pushing forward as he spit some of the sea water That had collected in his mouth as he went slightly underwater from the current. He called out her name again when she didn’t answer him, his only assumption was the simple fact that she may very well be unconscious after the whole event. Somehow she has managed to pull herself up onto one of the floating pieces of wreckage before losing any sense of consciousness.

She had to be alive out of everyone he could’ve found at the very least she had to be alive, he was entirely unsure if he could do this all himself. Sure physically he could. But doing so alone wasn’t something he was entirely sure he wanted to go through with. His hands grasped the massive box she had been resting on, using its buoyancy in order to keep himself above water as well. A freehand came to slide across the side of her fac, brushing her wet hair away in order for him to get a better look at her and asses any injuries she may have. “ Hey, are you with me Issabella? “ His tone came a little more concerned this time around, worried he may have come to her far too late in order to save her. His index and middle finger had come to rest under her nose for any sort of breath, a sign of anything. He desperately just needed anything to indicate any sign of life. To his relief her soft breaths fell against his fingers, she was alive. He wasn’t alone and she was alive, he could get through this. As long as he had someone to look after, a goal to achieve he could get them both through this.

Mansk hand returned to the side of her face, thumb moving to stroke along Isabella’s cheek. He had to wake her up and they had to get out of the water. Find somewhere safe for the night and come up with a plan in the morning. If he was tired and beat after all of this he had no doubt she would be as well. Really it was just a given and he hadn’t even gotten to speak with her quite yet.

“ Issa cmon open your eyes for me, can you do that for me please? “ his hand came down to her back rubbing softly, shaking her was not an option as it would more than likely just scare her. Waking her gently ensured that if she was to have any injuries he didn’t initially see it wouldn’t be agitated any further than it already was.

“ Please princesa… open those pretty eyes for me. “ it took a few more minutes of coaxing, rubbing her back and simply just talking to get any sort of reaction out of her but it happened. Her nose wrinkled slightly as a soft wine fell from her lips. Weather that be from pain or just the fact that she was being pulled from her unconscious sleepy state he was unsure at the moment. All that really mattered to him was that she was waking and that he wasn’t alone. Wasn’t the only one to make it out of this and the fact that he didn’t have to swim up on her being dead in the water. What a cruel thought to think of, one of the people he had come to care about upon his awakening. If he had found her dead there as his own punishment well, he wouldn’t have handled it properly at all.

Her eyes fluttered open as she took a full deep breath before coughing, hands tightening on the piece of wreckage that had kept the both of them bobbing slightly in the water. Mansk simply stayed there waiting, speaking softly in order to reassure her of his presence and that he was in fact there. Waking up to all of this, seeing all of this? It was overwhelming even to him. Not that he was willing to admit that quite yet as his brain was solely on the fact of their survival.

“ M-mansk? What happened? “ his voice, she could always tell it was him simply by hearing his voice before she was to ever see him. Lyle used to tease her about it when he could. Poking at her and asking why she could recognize mansk without turning around but never his own. It was always all in good fun and the three of them always had a good laugh. He wanted to go back to that, to before his mission had started. Maybe he could have escorted scientists to explore the planet instead of this. He knew it wasn’t possible seeing as how his skill set was meant for this. Meant for acts of war he wanted no part of any longer.

“ We sunk.. we lost. I couldn’t find anyone else but you. Everyone either fled or… “ he didn’t want to finish his sentence, not in front of her. She was his last bit of innocence he had and he couldn’t break that. Couldn’t break any hope of her friends still being alive, she needed hope just as much as he needed her.

“ What do you remember? “ He had to figure out where her head was in all of this, figure out what she remembered. Had to figure out if she had received any sort of head injury in the scuffle. Sure she didn’t join in the fight as she didn’t agree with it but that didn’t mean she didn’t sustain any injuries trying to escape the flooding sea dragon.

“ I.. I don't know. It was dark. There was an explosion and.. and I fell back. I was in one of the labs I think…. It was so bright and then nothing there was nothing until now. '' Shock, she was in shock and the memories would come flooding back. Isabella remembered bits and pieces of what went on so it was either the shock or she had a mild concussion. Both things he could deal with and roll with the punches as they came. Minor things he could deal with, he had minor medical training. All of the recoms did as they Rda made it mandatory incase they couldn’t get back in time. Basic medical technique could mean life and death, buy someone a few extra minutes.

“ That’s ok, we can work with that. It’s alright princesa for now we just need to get to shelter. Worry about the rest later. “ actually having someone to look out for made it easier for Mansk to gain a level head, he wasn’t as lost as he would have been if he was on his own. His first goal was to get them to an island or at least a collection of massive rocks in order for them to mount his Ikran and fly a short distance to some land. Flying all night would do them no good after all and it would really only tire out his ikran to the point of exhaustion or death. Then they really would be stuck and stranded.

“ Alright follow me.. we’re going to get out of this water and take shelter, regroup a bit before we make any other decisions. “ Mansk patted her hand before pushing himself off of the floating wreckage, towards a band of massive sea boulders deeply rooted in place. From there they could follow through with his plan.

“ Mansk wait..! “ Isabella had instantly reached out for him only to grab onto nothing as she had let go of the wreckage in order to get to him. Her head bobbed under the water a moment before she resurfaced sputtering as her hands tried to reach for anything as an anchor once again.

“ I cant see. '' She sobbed out, still able to stay above water but have absolutely no idea what direction she should be going in. Isabella had been blinded somehow during the fight and she couldn’t do a thing about it.

“ I cant fucking see. “ Repeating that again came as a realization to her, what was she going to do? Her voice had been filled with fear, fear of what was going to happen and if her sight was ever going to come back. What if he left her? What good was she if she couldn’t see in order to help out and pull her own weight.

A hand had come to hers as she reached one’s more in hopes to find the side of something floating. Mansk had reached out for her during her struggle in order to help steady her. It hurt him, hearing her repeat the fact that she couldn’t see. How devastating that had to be for her. Carefully he had pulled her back to the original container they had been floating on beside one another, his hand never left hers simply to offer some sort of comfort in knowing that he was still there with her.

“ it’s ok, Issa it’s ok. I’m not going to leave you.. I couldn’t leave you, I can’t leave you. “

Fuck, she was blinded in the mess of all things? Was it permanent? Was it temporary? How could this have happened? She was innocent in all of this if anything it should have been him. He wanted it to be him instead of her. He hated how terrified she was. How scared she seemed to be upon the realization. It pained him to realize just what that fear was about. Being alone-, being left behind because she felt as though she was useless to him when in reality she wasn’t. She was so far from useless to him and she didn’t even realize that.

“ keep your hands in place ok? I’m gonna steer us where we need to go, just swim. I’m not leaving, you’ll be fine. We’ll be fine I promise. “

I promise.

I love you I promice.

Words unspoken meant so much and yet he still hasn’t admitted it.

i promise.

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ENCHANTED | CHAPTER 3

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summary : An illicit affair between you and your sister ends up being one of the hottest love affair of your life. What will you do when you both find yourselves in situations where you can't have each other? After many many years when you find yourself in his life suddenly again he comes with something you thought you could never have, would you be able to accept it?

Pairing : jungkook x y/n

genre : forbidden love, smut, cheating, separation, reconciliation, widowed and divorced, family, fluff, angst.

You try to walk faster trying to match their speed but you fail to do so when your sister walks away leaving you behind panting. When Jungkook notices you're absent he comes running back towards your direction.

"Are you fine?" He asks and you nod.

"Dahyun I think we should walk slower. Look the scenery is so nice it's a shame to pass by all of it so quick." You look at him speaking as she surely feels jealous because he left her alone to tend to you. She sighs before walking towards you both.

"I'm feeling quite hungry, I'll go back. You three can come later." She says in frustration pointing at you, Jungkook and his brother who is still walking ahead without looking back even once.

"I will walk around more. It's my first time being here and I don't get many leaves from work to explore such places." Jungkook says raising his eyebrows at her.

"You can do as you wish" Dahyun said before leaving to go back to the house.

Jungkook walks ahead with his brother in between the both of you.

"Hyung is it okay if I go to that massage centre, give me a call when you're returning back." He says to both of yours hidden happiness.

"Oh yeah sure... go enjoy" Jungkook looks back at you with a smirk and you fail to control a smile that appears on your face.

"Turns out we're alone now" He says and you walk ahead of him but he holds your hand stopping you.

"Take me to the most peaceful spot of this place" He says and you look around as you feel watched even when there's nobody who cares about you.

"I should take you there" You walk with him slowly as you both can't stop from glancing at each other every minute. His hand grazes the insides of your wrist and you pull away folding your hands near your chest.

You both reach the base of the waterfall where the lake begins and stand looking at the water flowing amidst the quiet.

"I have something for you" his words drum in your ears. You turn towards him. He holds a bracelet in his hand.

"What is this now?" You ask him.

"I know the gift I gave you last night, you didn't like it a lot so I brought you something that I think will suit your taste."

"This wasn't necessary" You say as he takes your hand and slides the silver bracelet on your wrist.

"Thanks" You say with a smile as you step back from him keeping a safe distance between you two.

You remove the bracelet and keep it in your pocket to avoid questions when you go back home. You don't own any precious jewellery bought on your own so I would raise suspicions from your sister and you know she always gets what she wants. She will somehow manage to know who gave it to you.

He respects your space and doesn't comes closer.

"What are you so afraid of?" He asks you.

"She'll ruin me if I take any risks with you. I have worked hard to get where I'm today"

"You are independent now"

"I bear their name Jungkook, you won't understand. I was 12 when my birth parents threw me out of the house saying I was old enough to look after myself. If not for them god knows what might have happened to me or the things I would've had to do to sustain myself" You explain to him as you turn back to walk back home. No longer in the mood to take him to the place you meant to.

"Wait..." He says taking your name to stop you.

"Please understand..." You request in a begging way.

"Will you come near the lake tonight? I just want to talk with you for once."

"Just talk?" You ask him if he's sure about it, that he wouldn't attempt anything else.

"Yes just talk. I promise." He says with a genuine look in his eyes. You knew he had his own boundaries holding him back from getting what his heart actually wants just like you.

"Okay, I'll come" You say with a tiny smile as you both walk on your own ways. You walk ahead while he goes to fetch his brother.

You watch Dahyun talking with some strangers when you reach the house. They must be the photographers, it occurs to you. You try to make up a statement to convince her into doing a modest photoshoot.

"Hello sister" You go near her faking a smile to which she frowns at you.

"Why the ugly face? Did your fiancè not satisfy you last night?" You ask trying to enrage her.

"Oh no he filled me up so many times I'm afraid I'll get pregnant" She retorts back.

"So now you want to show the world what belongs to him? Isn't all of this a sacred entity only for him to see now?" You point through your gaze at her exposed body from under her shrug she had put on over the bikini. As expected she hugged the cloth closer to her body and ran to her room.

You laughed when she went away. It felt nice to trouble her like this sometimes.

You walk in your two piece night suit checking if everybody was in their bedroom. The space near the lake wasn't visible from the house during nighttime. It was full moon so the lights weren't on in the patio.

You smile to yourself as you walk outside. Standing at the edge of the wooden deck of the house you watched him standing facing the lake as his lean figure gleamed under the moonlight. You removed your slippers and walked barefoot on the grass.

He wore a white tshirt snugging his body closely instead of his usual baggy sweatshirts and black lowers. He turned around when he felt your presence and looked at you smiling.

"You came" he spoke as you stood in front of him. Your robe tied tightly over your nighty.

The silver bracelet on your wrist shined and you smiled when he noticed it. You turned away with shyness looking into the distance.

He held your shoulders and turned you towards him his hands slid down yours and he intertwined his fingers and yours together and you grasped his knuckles tighter. He smiled widely at you with an audible giggle. His eyes shined with happiness.

"I wanted to come" You say when he pulls you closer holding your waist. He leans closer to your face but you turn away making him lose his grip over you.

You both sit together near the lake when you tell him about your childhood stories of playing near the lake with Dahyun always finding a way to drown you and then ending up falling with you. And when Mr and Mrs Eun came to find you both, they would scold both of you for not taking care of each other. Little did they know it was far than a dream for you both to care for the other.

After a tale from his childhood a silence looms between you both. You look at him before removing your robe, leaving your shoulders and upper part of the bosom exposed. The dress ended above your knees leaving your calves exposed when you removed the robe.

"You are the most beautiful woman for me y/n" He says when you place your finger on his lip. He smiles holding your hand to remove it.

He leans closer to you causing you to lie on the grass. He moves his thumbs on your cheeks and then brings them over your lips grazing your lower lip with his index finger. You hold his hand to stop him even though you didn't want to, he held your hand touching the bracelet he gave you and kisses the inner part of your wrist. You wrap your arms around his neck smiling at him.

You turn your face looking in another direction when his lips tenderly touch the skin of your neck and he moves down drawing them to your chest and stops there. Your chest heaves with excitement from the sensations he brought you.

You sit up causing him to sit up with you. You both sit facing each other. He brings your hand to touch his cheek. You placed soft pecks on his eyes and cheeks. When you hold his hand you feel the cold metal of his engagement ring. You both know your limits as illicit lovers and you remove your hand from his. These moments that you are fortunate to get with him, you'll have to move on with just these. You both can never truly unite because of your fates.

You sit with his head on your lap, running your fingers through his hair.

"I wish I could say the words but situations hold me back" He says looking away from your face wishing he could say what his heart feels, do what his heart desires.

"I know Jungkook..." You whisper before kissing his forehead.

He looks at your erect nipples showing from the thin satin of your night dress. You follow his gaze to find what has caught his attention. This is the least he can have to build a dream on.

He removes his head from your lap and sits beside you as you both watch the moon's reflection in the lake. When you stand and move closer your faces reflect in the shining water.

"I must leave now. I'll remember these moments forever..." You say as he holds you standing behind you with his hands on your waist and plants a kiss on your shoulder before leaving you.

He doesn't stops you from leaving. He cannot even if he wants to. He can never stop you.

When you step on the deck again something takes over you and you run back to him. You take him by surprise when you hug him closely. He was watching you go. He hesitated to put his hands on your back but once he did his hold was tight.

You tried to take in as much of him as you could. His presence seemed to bring you a peculiar peace and comfort which you had not known before.

When you pull back both of your mouths are open near each other's waiting for the other person to fill the gap but none of you have the courage to do so. You slowly remove his hands from your body pulling yourself away from him and run inside quickly without looking back.

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[babygirlispunk]

Clandestine

Chapter 3: The Ambush

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Chapter Summary: After your failed recon, the clan trails Din in hopes of figuring his next move. Still unsure of his motives and the absence of Bo-Katan, you contemplate your next move and whether your pacifist ways benefit you anymore.

Word Count: 4.7k

Chapter Contents: 18+, sexual themes, violence, mentions of blood, self exploration, mentions of dead parents, self-worth issues?, blink and you miss it PTSD.

You call for a meeting with Dodac as soon as you got back from Keren city. Even though you had the whole walk back to think of your next move regarding Din, you were stumped. Topped with Dodac infantilizing you, Bes' very noticeable absence, the unnecessarily intimate failed recon that is still clouding your mind and your growing paranoia of your leadership skills, you feel like your head was going to explode.

Dodac keeps asking you what happened but you kept it vague, or more so, lying because the whole ordeal was one mistaken move after the other and you didn't want word to get around that you were skin to skin with Din.

How would they view you knowing you had degraded yourself? And for what? You, yourself didn't even know what information you were trying to get out of him. Why did you feel so inclined to figure out who he is? Even though he was back on Naboo, he wasn't a threat at the moment. You and your clan could very easily get rid of him. So why does his presence grate at you?

Frustration tips you over. Planting your hands onto your face and scream, forgetting Dodac is in the middle of trying to converse with you. You take one deep breath in, another one out, hands pulling down your face as you stare up at the temple ceiling. Your hands limp to your sides and after some silence you notice a few scorch marks on the temple's roof.

"Who's been shooting at the ceiling?" you ask a bewildered Dodac.

Before he can answer, Jak and Tiiona enter with Corus teetering behind.

"Lady Calista." Jak greets you.

"What's your report." You cut to the chase.

"We followed him to a transporter that took him to Theed. From there he went to a shipping bay, which I can only guess is stationed. We were unable to enter without clearance and it was heavily guarded. We kept your orders to not engage and give ourselves away."

Dodac chimes in. "Is anyone still shadowing him?"

"Yes, we thought he may notice us trailing him over a period of time so we waited till reinforcements took our place and continued to follow him from there."

"Good... good." Tapping your chin you ask- "Any chance he met with anyone?"

"If he did, then it would've been in the shipping bay. He did seem to be in a rush." says Tiiona.

"Dodac, how is communication with Bes going?"

"Still no reply my lady."

"It's safe to assume that Bo isn't on Naboo, otherwise Bes would've been back by now." you think out loud. "So why did he not leave..."

"If you don't mind my opinion.” Corus speaks up. Everyone turns their attention to her, she slightly cowers. “Should we even be worried of the silver Mando? For all we know, Bo could have just ditched him, rendering him useless after your fight."

There it was. The questioning of your authority. You get a read of Corus' face. She is timid and looking down, not wanting to look you in the eye. A promising young warrior, but still finding her place in the clan.

"It's a precaution and as a child of a watch, those people can be unpredictable and vicious. Especially in numbers." You keep your voice stern. "You may all go rest now, it's late. Thank you for your work today."

Jak and Tiiona both bow their head and are off to their quarters. Corus stays, shifting in her spot.

"What can I do for you Corus?" you smile, trying to ease her.

"I didn't realise you were back but I came to ask Dodac if I can go back on duty. I have recovered and am honestly getting anxious staying around the temple doing trivial jobs." Corus starts to find her voice, words still a little shaky.

You turn your attention to Dodac. "That reminds me, I need you to give a talking to, to whoever was in charge of medical stock. The fact we were low on bacta is very concerning. Corus might not have been so lucky if her injuries were more lethal."

Dodac nods vigorously. "It won't happen again."

"Don't worry, if it went under Bes' radar then it's not your fault." You reassure him.

"As for you Corus." Her eyes perk up eager for your answer. "You can move back to training and combat but you can't leave the premise yet."

After being bothered by Din claiming your people had attacked first -against your orders- you took it upon yourself to interrogate Jak, Dodac and Corus on what happened when they were trailing him. Corus eventually cracked under pressure and admitted that she did indeed, attack first. They were apparently harassing a citizen which had angered Corus so she took it upon herself to intercept.

"You are young and still learning. Your actions... Not following my orders could have had greater repercussions-"

"But because of what happened you were able to take her down.." She whines.

"Corus." You deepen your voice making sure to make a point. "You didn't follow orders. We are warriors but that doesn't mean we fight every fight, otherwise we'd be truly extinct."

Her face is annoyed but glad enough she won't be doing mediocre tasks. "I understand, my lady."

She bows her head to you and Dodac before heading out the temple doors. You sigh once she's out of ear shot. Dodac gives you an apprehensive smile. "At least she is eager."

After going over the last few details with him, you head to your quarters to rest. You kick off your sandals, the cool stone underneath soothing them from a long days walk. You undo the string tightening the dress to your body and let it drop to the floor, too tired to put it away nicely. You lay your naked body across your bed, eyes fluttering from exhaustion.

Time passes, you are feeling too hot and bothered to cover yourself with the sheets and it keeps you tossing and turning despite your exhaustion. Opening your eyes you try to focus on something in your moonlit room, picking the drapes that are flowing with the breeze.

Through blurry vision you struggle to focus. Your body is restless, but in a way you aren't familiar with and you cradle yourself on your side in foetal position. Your breathing is long and heavy, thighs are squeezing together and your hips are rocking in circular motions unconsciously. Your hands start to wander over your body in an attempt to soothe yourself, leaving trails of goosebumps.

Like someone is guiding your hand, you start rubbing circles on your knee. Gradually you glide your hand ever so slowly up the underside of your thigh, massaging along the way. The movement starting to feel familiar as you reach the crease of your ass. Heat radiates from you, knots starting to bind in your lower stomach, a chill following down your spine. Gently you start caressing your folds. It was moist and slick making it easy for your fingers to glide up and down, eventually leading you to enter yourself smoothly. Eyes squeezed tight, you let out a small whimper from this foreign sensation.

Slowly in and out, in and out, in and out. But that alone wasn't enough to satiate this new found excitement and you let your mind wander, landing on earlier today. Trying to imagine what was going through his mind while he was fondling at the seam of your underwear and your sandal was rubbing up against his cock. Would he have followed through if you two weren’t interrupted? You press deeper inside yourself adding another finger, wetness spreading around them down to your knuckles. How far would he have gone in the crowded bar? The thought excites you, feeling yourself squeeze around your fingers. What would it feel like if it was Din's thick fingers pumping inside you instead of your own?

Wait.

Din?

Frak.

Like as if you were jolted with electricity, you sit up lightening fast. Your body is balmy and your breathing is ragged, eyes wide open taking in your surroundings and adjusting to the moonlit darkness. You sloppily wipe your fingers on your sheets, frazzled by your own thoughts and actions.

So this is what it felt like to be... aroused.

You weren't oblivious to what sex was. Bes made sure to educate you, albeit awkwardly, but he made it seem so... formal? You had also overheard other clan members talk about it but it never interested you as you grew up. You were too busy relocating, rebuilding and protecting your clan. Not to mention, no one had piqued your interest since you were surrounded by people who you considered family.

But why oh why did you have to think about him.

Haar'chak!

This man was plaguing all aspects of your mind. The stress and anxiety his was causing vexed you. You hated him. You hated that he was a child of the watch, you hated how he arrogantly wore his shiny armour around like it was nothing, you hated that he hurt your people, you hated that he fought beside Bo-Katan, you hated that your mercy to him made your own people question your authority and leadership, you hated that he touched you so intimately and wormed his way into those kind of thoughts. You hated that man so strongly that you finally realised what you should've done the moment he set foot back on Naboo.

"An ambush?"

"An ambush."

"Are you sure that's necessary?" Asks Dodac.

"Yes I'm sure!" You snap.

Reeling from yesterday and last nights events, you didn't get much sleep with your mind racing with anger and how you wanted to deal with Din Djarin's existence.

Everyone who had been called to the meeting cowers uncomfortably at your sudden change of tone, unsure and confused by their leaders sudden change in tactic.

You look at everyone, but their eyes avoid you, looking at one another and Bes' voice echo in your memory. "I hear the whispers questioning why you spared her and didn't take the saber when you knocked him too." Your paranoia grows, feeling the blood draining from your face. You're suddenly feeling flustered and like oxygen is being sucked out from the room.

You take a deep breath trying to stabilise yourself and attempt to look like you are fine, unaffected by your own insecurities.

"You are sharing words with your eyes. Tell me what is being said."

A few seconds of silence pass waiting for someone to speak up when Jak finally slices the tension.

"We are just unclear about what your goal is my lady." His eyes flicker around at everyone except you but he speaks with his chest. "One moment you want to avoid them, then of course you win the fight with Bo-Katan which we are all very proud of but now that the silver Mando is back your hot and cold on what you want to do about him. It seems as though his presence has obscured your tactics and reasoning."

Tiiona jumps in the conversation. "We just don't know if he is worth the resources, energy and men. He is just one man, we are a whole clan. He doesn't feel like someone worth dealing with."

The rest of the group nod their heads in agreement.

All these years being their leader now being question because of the existence of one man, resentment building inside replacing the anxiety.

"I'll admit, the sudden appearance of Bo and Din did shake me. It had been years since I'd seen her and my hate towards her have shrouded my judgement and reasoning. I know you all carry the same sentiments about her. As for the silver Mando... seeing him with the darksaber and the fact he is death watch, is why I was undecided about what to do with him." You take a second to collect your thoughts.

"The darksaber is a significant symbol to Mandalore. Some of you are much older than me and have more experience with the Death Watch and their atrocities, so I have come to the conclusion overnight that something so important should not be in his hands."

The group murmur in agreement, fueling your confidence.

"Whether he still stands with Bo-Katan is irrelevant because without the darksaber, she has no claim. Not like she is deserving however we just need to make sure that someone else undeserving doesn't have that claim."

"So when and where will we be taking action?" Chimes Dodac.

You smile at him, proud of your own conviction.

"Tomorrow night."

You continue to discuss your game plan, going over details and what you need to prepare for the ambush. You decide that you will bring five of your men with you, confident that will be enough for you to bring him down despite wielding the darksaber and obviously being skilful enough to have held off 3 of your men before.

You will have Dodac stay behind to keep charge of the clan while you go fight and your entourage will consist of Jak, Tiiona, Zo'ha and Kalton. Along with Corus, realising you may have been unfairly harsh on her for doing what she believed to be right and her actions leading in your favour. You brought it on yourself to give her the good news.

You make your way to the training grounds where a group were practising their shooting and combat skills.

Tettar!

Gaanynir!

Chekar!

Ara'novor!

Commands are shouted as you observe your people, a sense of pride filling you. It was always rewarding to see you how skilful they were and how you upkept your Mandalorian roots despite living as diaspora, disconnected from your home world but still connect with tradition and culture.

"Lady Calista." Nay'tan, your combat officer, greets you and the rest bow their heads in your direction as they get back to sparing. "How may I help?"

"I'm looking for Corus."

"She's in the armoury with Fren-ri."

You nod your head and head towards the armoury, Nay'tan’s commands booming behind you.

Nearing the door you hear conversation and gasps. Curiosity getting the best of you, you quietly get close to the door and focus your listening to inside the room, slowing your breath to hear them over yourself.

"-riously! Why would Boler lie to me?" exclaims Fren-ri.

"He'd say anything to try impress you." Corus teases.

"Maybe... but I don't think he's smart enough to make something like that up."

"Yeah yeah I get that you have a crush on each other but why would he bring it up with you?"

"He thought Lady Calista and I were friends since we got the alcohol together and just thought I'd want to know about their encounter."

Your chest tightens at the realisation of what they are talking about.

"Hmmm" Corus doesn't sounds too convinced. "Did he give you details?"

"Well I didn't believe him at first either till he described the dress she was wearing yesterday. Then he said that there was hostility between the two of them at first." Corus hums for him to continue. "Then she sat with him, he ignored her as she ogled him up and down."

"Maybe she was admiring his armour. Honestly he beat my ass and even I'm a little jealous of it. Mine is so dingey compared to his..." You sigh, relieved that Corus isn't believing Fren-ri.

"I would think that too if it weren't for the fact that Boler said he could see the silver Mando feeling her up her thigh and basically groping her. And I quote, from Boler 'she looked like she was really enjoying herself, the girl was practically melting into the couch'. But then he said something distracted him and he had to leave, begrudgingly."

You cringe at the recounting, praying to the Maker Corus doesn't buy into it. One person believing it is manageable but if news spread, your leadership is done for.

"Do you think it was a planned meeting? Is that why she wore that dress?"

“I don’t think it was planned, he only just got here…she’s an utreekov if she’s desperate enough to get handsy with a child of the watch.”

“Ne'johaa! If she finds out what your saying about her, you might get some stupid punishment like I have.”

“Maybe the people should know. She’s younger than most of us and I always thought she was too young to be leading us. Lady Calista only got her position because she was a Marchioness with the Kryze name and we respect Bes enough to take his word that she was worthy even though she’s not a Kryze by blood.”

There’s a silence, Corus clearly not knowing what to say. She was an infant when it happened and has little memory of the purge or history of Mandalore and it's monarchs.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Just keep this to yourself, at least until you have solid evidence she’s cosying up with that di'kut.” Corus sighs.

“I’m sure Boler can tell me more.”

“When are you going to see him ag-“

You leave as quickly as possibly, as quietly as possible so they don't hear you. You're not sure if you want to scream, vomit or cry. You feel faint and like the planet is spinning too fast on its axis. Heavy breaths and staggered foot steps, you lean yourself against a wall bracing your hands on your thighs, begging for air.

You've been exposed by a stupid gossip. You gave into temptation and now you have risked your own position as a leader and the respect that came with it. If you weren't leader, then who were you? You promised your adoptive father and mother that you would hold the Kryze name and the responsibility that came with it. Their last dying wish as their body lay crushed beneath debris, for you to rescue everyone you could, be their beacon in desperate times. You were just a young teen, still figuring yourself and your place in Mandalore, only to be thrusted into the position as a symbol of hope.

No.

Can't let idle gossip hinder you. It was just a lapse in judgment. No leader is perfect, they all make mistakes and it wasn't like your choices had life or death consequences. You have proven yourself time and time again over the years. You were able to find safety and refuge, establishing your clan at a young age. Now as a young woman, you were able to win against Bo, a well renowned warrior.

Taking care of Din will be no trouble at all and you will regain your people’s respect and any doubts among them, no matter the gossip, will be washed away.

You are worthy…

The wind whistles through the tree, breezing past you as you stand in the clearing that you had last fought Bo at. The sun is just about to set and nature's sounds echo into the dark. You stand centre and alone waiting for Din to arrive as arranged, armoured and helmet on.

You sent a scout out to Din in Theed and had them arrange a meeting between the two of you. You figured to do so in the clearing as an intimidation tactic, splatters of blood still scattered where you stood.

You start tapping your foot impatiently. He's late.

Static buzzes from your comm and Jak's voice emits. "Do you think he's still coming my lady?"

"He was spotted on a transporter to Keren. Maybe he's taking his sweet time just to piss me off."

"Hut'uun." huffs Jak.

"Patience. We can't let his tardiness get to us." speaks Zo'ha.

"Quiet, I can hear footsteps approaching..." You whisper, not wanting your guest to hear you.

Within the brush, a tall shadow emerges, the moonlight shining off him and outlining his silhouette. He struts towards you, no longer keeling to the side anymore. He must be fully healed now... unfortunately. Already, almost fixated on him, you nearly miss the small hovering pod following next to him. You stare at it trying to figure out what he has brought with him but it's closed shut. It almost looks like a cradle...

He stops just one step away from being toe to toe with you. He does what you can now deduct as his signature stance, hip popped with his hand resting on his waist. There's a silence between you and it feels like the breeze is trying to push you towards him. Just like last time.

"Is he carrying a bomb or something in that pod?" Jaks voice whispers in your helmet.

Obviously unable to answer Jak... "What's in the pod?" You ask Din.

"Nothing of your concern."

"It is my concern if it is a potential thre-"

"Why am I here Lady Kryze." He sighs impatiently.

He cuts you short and you snort, annoyed. At least he has a singular drop of manners to address you formally. Though it is probably how he addresses Bo as well.

"We want you off Naboo."

"Is that so." He drawls, unmoved.

"Whatever business you and Bo-Katan had here, is over. This is our territory and you are not welcomed here."

He hums amusingly, stepping forward and closing the space between you two. Your gaze follows his helmet having to look up at him as he nears. That damn breeze trying to nudge you closer.

"Last I heard, you were a Mandalorian Marchioness, Lady Kryze." He drawls out your moniker, a tightening sensation twists in your stomach. How you wonder what it'd sound like if he said your real name. "- and not the Queen of Naboo. So you have no jurisdiction on where I can be or what I can do."

He pokes his pointer finger into your chest plate. You don't lose your balance but his strength does give you a slight push. You look down at his hand, his big hands... and back at his unmoving helmet, your breathing starting to deepen as anger build inside you. Warmth envelopes you as you remember every little thing he has done to you in a short amount of time that has vexed you and distorted your sense of self.

"That was your last warning."

His heads tilts to the side confused. Your hand ready by your side you reach for your pistol and your quick to start shooting. He closes his body and guards, stepping backwards as lasers ricochet of his armour, sparks light up and bounce off him lighting him gold. You aim for different parts of his body but his sturdy and quick enough to block it.

Din reaches for his pistol too, whipping it out and shooting back at you. Raising your shield you protect yourself while still trying to aim at him through blocked vision. In a brief few seconds he stops and you move your shield to see his next move. He's pressing buttons on his gauntlet before waving his arm sideways. The pod sitting between you two, hovers away in the direction his arm had gone. You realise there must be some sort of precious cargo in there.

Taking the chance you start running towards the pod and is followed by a "No you don't!" as Din's whipcord is wrapped around your neck. With a strong tug, you are pulled to the ground, legs flailing in the air. You try to thread your fingers through the cord as he drags you along the ground closer to himself, struggling to loosen it as you choke from the sudden force.

Through dusty vision you look up to see yourself nearing Din, you point your pistol at him, shots bouncing off him or missing completely. You knew at this point, you needed your backup.

"Gaa'tayl!" you call out.

You slide to a halt by his feet, you look up as he looks down on you.

"I don't want to fight you!" he shouts in desperation.

"That's too bad because I do!" You spit your words out, you wish he could see the smirk behind your helmet.

The sounds of jet packs zone in on your position, distracting Din and letting you commando rolling and double kicking him in the groin. You land on your feet and rip the cord from your neck. Without wasting a second, you're unsheathing your blade from your brace and take swipes at your opponent as he blocks with his arm braces, clanging and scraping sounds echoing repeatedly.

As he reaches for the sabre on his hilt, his hand is lassoed by one of your men and pulling his arm away. He goes to grab it with his other hand and it is also lassoed away. Planting his feet to the ground he tries to pull against your men but is rendered useless when Kalton lassoes his legs together causing him to buckle down to his knees.

He grunts and groans still trying to fight against your men, squirming under their hold but he is stuck on his knees and arms stretched out on both sides like the ancient paintings of Urthaa.

"How do you call yourself a Mandalorian when you have no honour in battle." He growls at you, shaking his head furiously.

You chuckle out loud. "A real Mandalorian would recognise a well planned and executed ambush."

You notice he kept looking to your side and follow his line of sight to see the pod that had been pushed away.

"Tiiona, go check the pod." You order.

"Don't fucking touch it or you will regret it!" Shouting, he tried to pull his shackles again.

You bend over and meet his eye level, laughing in his face. You feel triumphant that your plan had worked out flawlessly and now Din was helpless in front of you. Seeing him tied up and growling at you as he fought against his hold was exciting and that burning sensation starts building at your core.

No. Not NOW.

"You're not exactly in the position to make demands, are you?" your words slip out teasingly.

A metal sound taps behind you, making you look over at Tiiona as she tries to pry the pod open. As she fiddles with it you turn back to Din. You graze down his body to his belt.

"This belong to me now." You grab the saber from him and stand upright again, looking down and towering Din now. You’re in power now.

Unsheathing the darksaber before you, admiring the artifact in font of you. It vibrates violently in your hand and the sudden weight of it takes you by surprise nearly pulling down on your wrist. You grab the hilt with your other hand to stabilise it. You slowly swish it, side to side as it whirs and glows.

"Kandosii'la." you whisper to yourself.

You pull your focus from the saber and back to a grunting Din. "How did you obtain the dark saber if not from Bo-Katan."

"I won it in a fight against Moff Gideon."

Gazes are shared between you and your men at the sound of the familiar name, a shared trauma shrouding among you all.

"Is he-"

You’re cut short by the sound of Tiiona yelling and hitting the ground. Before you can react, Jak, Zo'ha and Kalton go flying back by an invisible enemy. Your head shoots around trying to find the perpetrator but no one is in sight till your eyes land on the pod and it is open. You barely make out what is inside it before you hearing Din lunging towards you. You swing in his direction, the darksaber's weight nearly throwing off your balance feeling like it's trying to pull you down to the planets core. The sword lands on Din's braces as he shields himself. You growl trying to push all your might and weight into him. His arm braces start burning red as the saber slowly cuts through the seemingly impenetrable metal.

Din starts to keel beneath you, he struggles under the weight of you and the saber but suddenly a force pushes you away and sends you flying. You land with a loud thud. As you make impact with the ground, saber still in hand, it brushes against your body and you screech from the seering pain.

"Lady Calista!" Jak is by your side pulling you onto your feet. Your body falls against his as the pain shoots throughout your whole body. You look down and see your whole left thigh had been flayed.

Rage builds in you as it begins to mask the pain and you whip your sights back to Din only to see a small body scurrying into his open arms.

A small, green... creature?

As Tiiona tries to jet towards them and land a blow, the small child raises its hands in her direction, squealing and once again, she is sent flying back, landing against a tree.

"There's no way." Jak utters in disbelief.

"Jetii." you hiss.

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[kaaragen]

All righty, my thoughts on Ahsoka!

I think it's okay. I enjoyed watching it, and I like being around the characters again. There are a lot of things that have 'cause for concern' but I'm going to withhold final judgement until I see how it plays out. Filoni is definitely Lucas' Padawan - in that he can't direct actors for shit, pace a scene or write dialogue that feels like something people would actually say.

Things I liked:

Chopper was great, as was his little banter with Hera. And, contrarily to seemingly everyone, I actually like Hera. Yes, she looks like the porn parody version (the flat lighting is not helping), but she does feel like the character, and also a natural evolution of that character as someone who has been both a general and a single parent.

The visuals are actually quite good - couldn't spot any ropey CGI or Volume work so that's a plus.

The story is set up nicely, Morgan works as an effective villain. Baylan and Shin are a bit one-dimensional, but we're two episodes in and I like their vibe.

I liked The Phantom Menace homages. Less enamoured with the homage to it's wooden acting and flat place.

The other galaxy - a neat way of expanding the Universe. Though now my mind is filled with the idea of it being the 40K galaxy, and thus images of Commissar Thrawn and Ordo Malleus Inquisitor Ezra XD

(...I'm going to have to write this fic now aren't I? -_-)

My minor annoyances:

Just do a proper opening crawl for God's sake!

The narrative contrivances were...a bit much. I don't mind one or two, it's Star Wars they're all over the place, but them piling up to get the plot to work was annoying. From the captain 'calling their bluff' by...doing exactly what Baylan wanted instead of, you know, keeping their highly important prisoner safe by not letting them aboard; to a third HK droid just hanging about at Sabine's house, instead of, I don't know, self-destructing and killing everyone in Lothal?

The Imperial infiltrators stuff is starting to grate. Because it could be done well - there's something to be explored in the idea that leading rebellions are different from leading governments, there are different challenges and various ways cynics can take advantage of that and corrupt ideals etc. But the way it's done just makes the New Republic look stupid.

The episode one cliffhanger was daft. We know Sabine's not going to die; and if she's going to get stabbed it should have an actual impact on the plot but bacta means that didn't happen. I can see why they decided on a two-episode premiere as that would have been a really weak ending.

Things with question marks:

Sabine. I don't mind her being a Jedi - feels a bit out of nowhere, but the idea of a non-Force sensitive (or weak Force-sensitive) training to be one, and compensating through other means, sounds fine. But I'm not sure it's something that works for her character. Wanting to learn to better defend Lothal etc. I get, but actually being a Padawan? Seems odd. Especially as we already got this story with the Darksabre arc.

The petulant teenager stuff bothered me when I watched it, but I've mellowed after a friend pointed out that Sabine has had trouble with family. She got denounced by her biological family, then her found family broke up at the end of Rebels. Makes sense that she'd be a bit lonely, cling to Ahsoka looking to recreate that and then react badly when it went wrong. So regressing feels natural, though I'm hoping that's over with now.

I'm not keen on her relationship with Ahsoka. Having them be a failed Master and Apprentice duo feels a bit like trying to force a relationship that didn't exist into being because I don't they exchanged a single word in Rebels. I would have preferred it if they didn't have much of one and their journey together explored their characters.

Ahsoka. She's about what I've come to expect from the recent series. But the Paragon Jedi stuff really doesn't suit her. I don't mind her 'I walked away from Anakin' line - I can see how survivor's guilt would lead to look back on things that way and think 'I could have saved him'. But a pin in it - it'll depend on how this is explored in the show as to whether I come to like or dislike this.

So overall, cautious but not turned off yet.

#star wars #ahsoka series #spoilers #sabine wren #also liked the use of animatronic stuff #even if it did make the loth cat look janky

[rp-repliforce]

Closed starter for @violet-rapier

At Maverick Hunter HQ, an important guest was arriving.

In the main teleporter nexus, one of the booths began to power up, having received the necessary transfer data. The machine’s chassis rattled slightly as a small yellow light flashed, indicating that a large reploid was about to download in. A great amount of energy and data flooded into the central chamber, before shortly forming into the shape of a tall humanoid. Then finally, he materialized in a flash of light.

With a heavy footstep, The Colonel of Repliforce exited the teleporter. Looking around the room, he spotted a large digital clock nearby, and noticed he still had a good while before his meeting with the Commander. Some new defensive turrets on the ceiling had caught his eye as well, and he assumed that they were the backup plan in case the network’s security had failed to keep out an intruder. With a mildly interested ‘huh,’ he continued out to the main hallway.

It was quite busy this time of day, but Colonel had no trouble seeing over the crowd, thanks to his tall stature. Being in full dress, he naturally drew some attention to himself as well, and was saluted by a few passing hunters. He returned a nod of acknowledgment to each.

Colonel tried to decide what to do in the meantime as he breifly idled in the doorway. He hoped to use this extra time to explore the base and talk with any old friends he could get ahold of, but the one he was most interested in seeing was Layer. He would check with her first.

After stepping out into the hall, Colonel started on the route to the navigation center. He still knew the way, even though it seemed a few things had changed since his last visit. 

--

Once Colonel arrived, he placed an armored hand on the doorframe of the navigation center, and curiously leaned into the room. With a short visual sweep of the area, a familiar shade of red-orange had caught his eye.

It was Alia, leaned against the wall next to the E-Coffee machine. She appeared to be resting her eyes for a moment, and quietly held a steaming cup in one hand. She looked a bit tired, but perked up when she noticed Colonel standing there.

“Oh - Hello Colonel! I wasn’t expecting to see you here today. Especially this early.“ She said with a welcoming smile.

“Greetings Miss Alia. I'm just here to visit some old friends before my meeting with the Commander.” Colonel explained, coming into the room fully. He paused before continuing. “I...Understand that now might not the best time, but would Layer happen to be available?” He asked, his expression turning slightly meeker. 

Alia glanced to a large indicator on the wall before replying.

“Well, there aren’t any ongoing missions right now, so she might have a minute...�� She said, taking out her tablet and checking a set of statuses for confirmation. She raised an eyebrow upon finding Layer’s. “She’s actually marked as idle at the moment... I’m not sure what she’s doing right now, but it should be safe to interrupt her.“

“Alright. Thank you Miss Alia.“ Colonel replied with a small smile.

She returned the smile as she watched him make his way to Layer’s station. However, there was still a small curiosity lingering in the back of her mind... Looking back to her tablet and tapping on her coworker’s name, it displayed the duration of her idleness. Her expression changed to one of mild concern upon seeing that Layer had been inactive for a few hours now... She was never one to slack off, so she knew something wasn’t right.

Placing the tablet over her chest, she began to slowly trail after Colonel, wanting to see the situation for herself.

#Yes I must always make Colonel & General's entrances extra. XD #I also managed to get Alia involved right away - which is a nice bonus. #Hopefully the prose isn't too awkward in some places.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Tempting her heart: Behind palace walls||

Hi everyone, time for another sneaky drabble today. I hope you all are doing alright tonight and being safe out there. I got another one for you but lets see where this one turns out.

||Drabble Summary||

Ren and Ink were working together when finding out about a guy who's heart had to be changed. Now, the two were able to find his hidden location to make this a two person mission. It seems they were able to find his palace and see to try trapping him but they fall into a trap! now they were locked in a room but a hidden message was seen. What did it say? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Light NSFW will be present in this drabble or beginning but near end might get heavy.

~Teasing is present

~suggestive ideas is present

||Guests in the drabble||

Ren Amamiya is from and belongs to the game persona 5 serious but also me due to rping him as a muse

Van Ink the dragon belongs to my rp partner and wonderful friend @demon-blood-youths

((This drabble will have grammar errors and mistakes but this is written for fun so i hope you understand. With this said, please enjoy))

"Damn it! Get back here you idiot!" Van ink was running along side Joker as the two were trying to catch the guy that was the target they were looking for. It seems another adventure was happening for Van Ink the Dragon and Ren a.k.a Joker, leader to the Phantom Thieves.

The two were just hanging out together and exploring the Metaverse together since Ink was curious about it after a while. He told her so much about it that he figures she was really interested in it. But that was interrupted after chasing after a guy that was really dangerous. Or so they thought. He was leaving traces of his shadow around so the two chased him into the Metaverse.

And that's where we are now.

Joker and Ink gave chase, following the guy down the hall of this twisted palace. They already took down some shadows that linger around but he still kept running.

"This guy won't give up, Joker! We gotta cut him off somehow!" she tires to swing her blade seeing her persona, Zenobia attacking but he dodges.

"I know but we can't lose him. He's going to get trapped sooner or later." Joker said seeing his persona Arense attack but miss. The guy just laughed tempting the two but it only annoyed Ink as the two kept running chasing him. The chase seems to keep on going and going till the two looks around.

"Damn it, where did he go!?" she said but Joker panted looking about.

"I don't know. He should be around here. We just need to-" That's when Ink saw the guy who then sticks his tongue at them that made Ink's eye twitch annoyed. Oh that was childish.

"Seriously?" Joker sighed but before saying anything he saw him rush into a weird room. Why would he go in there? Was it a trap? "Ink, we better be careful their could be a-"

"Stop you jerk! Stop right now!" Ink shouts following him. "Come on Joker! We got him trapped!" Ink said running inside. Joker looked shocked but rushes after her.

"Ink wait a second! It could be a-" As he gets in Ink blinks confused seeing the room but it did look pretty nice and fancy. Something from the past maybe? "Wait, where did he go!?" she said. "Damn it, he disappeared!"

"Ink, we need to go. I think this could be a-" As he tried to tell her, the two heard something slam shut making them turn around. The door to this room slammed shut and a click was heard. Wait, did the door just lock itself!?

"HUH!?!"

"...Oh god damn it.." Joker sighed seeing Ink rushing to try opening the door but it wouldn't budge.

"Come...on...you...stupid..door!" she struggles trying to open it but nothing worse. She tried kicking the door but that failed. She tried cutting the door; also failed. She even tried shouting at it? Uhhhh, well it still failed. Joker sweatdrop seeing her trying to attack the door to get out but she couldn't keep this up could she?

~~~3 hours later~~~

"Hah...hah...hah..hah.." She was laying on the ground tired from trying to break the stupid door down but it only got scratches, scorched marks, etc. And yet, didn't budge.

"GGRRRAAHHHHH!! WHY WON'T IT OPEN!! DX!!" she said that Joker looks down at her with arms crossed.

"Ink, I'm sure we can find another way to get out. Seems your ummm...'forcing us out' won't do it. This room won't let us out." he said as she grumbles sitting up but Joker helps her stand.

"Then what do we do?! Their has to be a way to get out!" she said panicking just a bit but Joker sighed looking around. Their had to be a way to get out of this room right? It was that guy's palace so it said something didn't it?

While the two thinks about it, Joker noticed something on the door materializing. "Hmm? What's this?" he looks seeing the door now showing a sign as Ink looks.

"What? What is it? What does it say!?" she said as Ren looks to see a message on the door. He reads it but went silent as he didn't believe it.

"..So it's one of 'those rooms'. Great.." he sighed. Ink blinks but she looks to read now but reads the following;

~This room is locked with a special lock. Whoever enters this room is not allowed to leave until the two have sex.~

"Huh? Till the two have........wait. Uhhhhh Joker? What does this message even mean?" she asked looking to him as Joker said nothing looking at her.

"You..You have no idea?" he asked seeing her shrug that he sweatdrops with arms crossed. She couldn't be serious-no maybe she was. How in the world can he explain this to her?

"Ummm Ink, the message means this: We are locked in a special room with a special lock. We need to do what it says in order to get out." he explains.

"Oooohhh okay so we need a key then?"

"..No. It's something like a...hmmm a task you have to complete. The message means you and I....well....if we have to leave this room, we have to..have sex." he said simply as she blinks taking in the words to think.

"......Hmmmm so...we are locked in this room with no way out but...if we are to get out....then we...have..to..." It takes a bit for Ink to get it but when she did, her grey eyes widen in shock that her face burns a deep red. "EEEHHHHHH!!??!?!"

Yeah, she gets it now.

"WHAT HAVE TO HAVE S..S..S.S.S.....WHAT THE HELL IS WITH THIS ROOM!? THEIRS NO WAY WE CAN DO THAT!" she said waving her arms comically around as Joker tries calming her down.

"Their has to be another way to get out of here! It just can't be that way if we do can it!?" she said.

"Ink, the room is made like that in the metaverse. That or it's because this guy is really really weird...but I did tell you to be careful of falling into traps and we got in one."

"BUT THAT'S STILL CRAZY THOUGH! DX WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT GUY ANYWAY!" she screams out but Joker grabs her shoulders to make her stop.

"Please calm down!" he said but Ink was looking at him but she did calm down as the two remain quiet to him sighing. "Look, because we are stuck in this room, we can't get out by breaking the walls or so....it won't let us out unless we...do the task." he said but Ink blushes even harder to look to the side.

"That's crazy though! Nu uh no way! I'm not doing that sort of thing here! I..I mean, I don't want to do that here....I don't know what would happen or what might happen I just.. I don't.." she was freaking out still blushing to Joker still calming her down.

"Again, we can find another way out Ink but it's kinda hard to if the room won't open unless we do what it's asking..."

"Ohhhhhh no no no no no no NO! I don't want to do it here..I..." she looks away from him but he saw her blushing all shy like not sure how to say this. "I..I rather do it where it's more private and with no one w..watching." she mutters even if Joker was quiet.

"..Is that so? Are you really that shy about such a thing?....."

"Well d..duh. I rather d..do it in private..I don't want a..anyone or anything t..to s..see this..." she said but Joker pets her head that she seriously closed her eyes from it. Geez, this sucks but he still finds her cute.

"Why Ink, I never even thought you would think of things like that...." he said but she blushes even worse to cover her face. But he carefully lowers her hands to see her grey eyes but her face was burning now.

"I..Isn't their another way or maybe we can trick the room?" she said.

"......I don't know. We can try but...It's unsure if it will work......what are you suggesting?" he said.

"I..I don't know! Uhhh...m..maybe...ummm..rubbing or fingering? Ughhh I don't know! DX" she said but Joker sighed.

"Okay, breath Ink. First, I don't know if that will work.....but I think we can try it..." he said. "IF your alright with that for a bit."

"......." She couldn't believe this but this room was so unfair. However, she didn't want to be trapped forever in this room and she wanted to beat that jerk's ass for getting them stuck in here. With a sigh, she looks to him.

"F..fine.....I'm just hoping this works."

~~~~~~A few minutes later~~~~~~~

Ink was leaning against Joker as he was holding her gently but he was doing as she thought might work. His hand was in between her legs stroking her slowly while his other hand was rubbing her chest. She twitched from the touching that she felt embarrassed to even doing this in the room.

So far, the room didn't do much but the sign still remains there. She was shaking feeling him just touching her to squeak as his fingers press against her. A slight squish was heard to make her wince.

"You alright?" he asked gently but Ink nods looking at his hand.

"I..I'm fine..but is it even working?" she asked softly as he looks to the door, seeing it was still locked up tight.

"Seems not. The door didn't budge but maybe seeing something is being done but-"

"Wait, the room has eyes now!?" she said.

"No no, that's just a metaphor Ink." He said to her but stops to look at her. "But to say at least, I don't know if it's even doing anything." he mutters but Ink sighed looking down grumbling.

"Stupid room.." she hissed blushing worse but she gasped feeling Joker stroking again but he was keeping her against his body as Ink leans against him. "I can st..still bear this a little bit longer...we n..need to get out of here and c..catch that jerk.." she hissed but Joker looks to her.

"We will but we gotta get out first." he said but the two looks to the sign seeing another message. "Huh?" they look to see it saying:

~It has to be real or door won't open.~

"YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!! DX" Ink screams angry at the door but Joker shook his head but he saw her about to move. "That's it! I'm going to find a way out of this stupid place! Then I'm going to find that jerk and bash his skull in-" as she tires to move from Joker, he holds her down on the bed seeing her tense up.

"Ink. Calm. Down." he simply said but her grey eyes were wide but closed them half way feeling nervous. "I'm sure we will get out..but...we have to make it somewhat real...so I think I have a idea here.....just try to relax." he said but she got confused.

"R..Relax? How can I relax?! Were stuck in this room and we can't get out unless we-" suddenly, she yelps as he flips them over now she's laying down but he was laying against her as Ink's eyes were wide again. Her face was burning red seeing him look at her.

'T..too close...he's really too close!!!' she screams but didn't move.

"I might have a idea..for us to get out...but you'll have to follow my lead here....just calm down and I'll do the work." he said but Ink was confused.

"Again..you make it sound easy...I don't know..how are you going to make this work?" she grumbled but Joker had a finger under her chin to lift her head up looking at her.

"I can try like I said. Just trust me.." he said but she sighed looking away.

"F..f...fine......." she mutters nervous but that's when he leans in to kiss her cheek that Ink blushes again.

"Alright..." he said before starting to kiss her cheek again then moves down slowly to her neck leaving a few kisses there. Ink closed her eyes while feeling the slow kisses. However, she then felt his hands moving to hold her while he did this. His fingers move up her sides but Ink shook again to look away. She didn't want to do that here! Not in this stupid palace!! She hopes his idea works because she wanted to find the jerk and kick his ass for this. As she as thinking that, she felt a slight nip on her shoulder to see Joker moving down now while getting to her chest.

'Wait...what is he d..doing now-Eep!?' her eyes wince to feel something wet but warm against her chest seeing that Joker was licking her nipple!?

'Why is he doing that here!? That feels really weird...Ugggh I can't focus even if it's in this room. I really want to kill that jerk for this stupid trap..' she said in her head feeling him licking but sucking on her chest hoping she would relax even in this room. Though, while the two were trying to make this work, the area or air around them gets dense with shadows slowly creeping into the room. the area shook slightly.

"J..Joker, I don't t..think this is w..working..m..maybe we need to try another......."

Suddenly, a throbbing like pulse sensation shoots through ink's whole body to make her tense up, grey eyes widen.

'W..what? Shaking..the room is shaking...something happened but...' she felt another throb that as Joker sucked on her nipple, she twitched to shut her eyes tight. She felt suddenly really hot like something was effecting her.

'What's happening? Did the palace start shaking again? My s..senses..my senses are starting to become st..strange....' she said in her head feeling her body aching now. She shook under Joker who lets her chest go.

"Ink? Are you alright?" he asked but Ink didn't look at him panting.

"I..I'm fine, it's n..nothing...w..we still have t..to go through with the p..plan." she sounded so weird now but Joker wonders to lower still touch and tease her as Ink was covering her mouth shutting her eyes. However, they open half way when she felt even hotter now that she was feeling something slick in between her legs.

'I'm f....fine..I'm alright..it's just touching..hhaaaa Joker just has to keep this up t..till we..g...get out...I just have to hold on and don't....give into the shadows tempting my...' that's when she feels him get in between her legs to make her sit up in shock as he lowers down in between. He sees her wet down there but he held her thighs apart to make her sit up looking at him.

"J..Joker!? What are you doing? I said just touching and r-rubbing! I don't want to do it h-" a hitch of her breath was heard feeling him start eating her out slowly as Ink grips some of his hair as she feels something hot pushing into her. That had to be his tongue while he was trying to pleasure her.

"Ahhh J..Joker, d..don't....." she tries to move but he keeps a firm grip on her thighs, being slow and gentle with her but he was hearing her panting or breathing as he did it. He seriously was doing this right in this room!? She knew he said he had a plan but she didn't expect his plan to be like this! She tries not to make a sound but something happened. The room was making her head fuzzy that she was panting and twitching feeling him doing this. Joker kept moving his tongue deep inside but he was holding her legs that shook from this.

'You have to hold on Ink. Maybe we can trick the room but you have to make it sound like it's real..' he said in his head to feel her fingers gripping his black hair but she threw her head back with eyes wide but they closed half way as she was shaking.

"ahhh ahhhh n..no no.d..don't please...I d..don't want t..to do it here..n..not where I...I....."

'What the h..hell? My voice i..is....b..breaking up. I can't t..talk....the palace did something to me!!! But I.....I can't...' she tenses up but her arms cover her face but her lips as she was quivering when he keeps going even harder. His hands rest on her thighs that she cries out again. He keeps moving his tongue deeper inside of her till he had his finger move up to rub a little nub to feel her tense up shaking.

'I can't talk..I can't tell him t..to stop when feeling so.we...weird. The palace did something t..to my body..my head is........' she tries to talk but he pinches the nub making Ink scream when suddenly cumming by accident.

"!!" Joker's eyes open feeling that but he pulls back panting seeing her quivering and shaking from the sudden climax. Wait, he wasn't expecting her to do that but he looks silent hearing her catching her breath not able to move now. But he sees her face hidden from his view while laying down.

"I..Ink..Ink can you h..hear me?" he asked looking at her but she was panting not hearing him. Joker saw her still laying on her back, arms over her face with her hair all over the pillow. She was breathing slowly while whining. He wasn't sure but the palace made her look....inviting. He only blushed to carefully touch her stomach feeling her twitch.

"Ink..."

".....Haaa....hhhaaaa...d..don't l...look..don't l..look at m..m..me......" she whispered or begged of him that Joker was speechless. Somehow he only excited or thanks to the room that he pulls her close to gently hold her cheeks. He looks worried thinking he over did it but stops seeing that expression.

Ink's face was pink, her grey eyes were dazed while a thin trail of her drool was running down her chin. She was shaking but she was looking at him. "......." Even he was shocked seeing such a face. What the hell happened!?

"Ink?! Ink snap out of it. what's wrong?! why are you-"

"...H..h..he..lp..i.it's..s..something i..is h..happening t..to me. I can't...." she looks to him even if his own face and eyes were wide. Ink was out of it but he saw her slowly reaching to grip his jacket of his costume. "J..Joker.......joker...." she speaks in a soft tone looking at him but he saw her about to kiss him that he holds her down seeing her yelp laying there. He was aching to help her but he had to focus. The palace was messing with their heads now that he holds her waist to slowly push two fingers in making her tenses up.

"Ah!?"

'Sorry Ink...Honestly, I don't want to hurt you but....' he was trying to make her cum as she moans out leaning back on the bed. Her black hair was covering her face, turning her head to the side while moaning out Joker's name. Damn it, the palace really got to her but he only keeps going wanting to hear more. However, he saw her squirming under him while sucking up his fingers.

She cries out in pleasure as he was trying his best not to give in but seeing her like this. This out of it, hearing the sweet moans of pleasure slipping past those lips. Joker couldn't help it. He pulls the fingers out only to carefully adjust himself but he held one of her hands before slowly pushing into her deeply as she gasps out loudly gripping his hand. He was inside of her but she whines throwing her head back.

She couldn't stop moaning out from the feeling but he just kept going deeper that she twitched still turning her head to the side. Somehow, he didn't expect the palace to do this but honestly, he didn't want anyone to see Ink like this. She looked so exposed and heated that he holds her wrists above her head still moving. Her moans got louder, her expression was more dazed and she was now panting with her breath seen.

'This palace really influenced her senses...I have to hurry and snap her out of it..but she looks so cute like this..I really wanna see more of her reactions out of this place....but..'

As he thrusts deep into her, she screams out from the feeling that he was panting still going trying to hurry and get out of this room.

'Come on you stupid door, open up already!' he said trying to hurry as he felt the palace trying to influence him. Even if Ink was he had to finish this to get her out even if he was excited seeing her. He only holds her down on the bed that he twitched seeing her tightening that he was about to move but Ink screams again climaxing again that he stops seeing her shaking. He panted now feeling heated himself but he couldn't stop now pounding away wanting release. She couldn't stop her voice even if Joker was thrusting into her but she was already weak from this that he and her was getting dazed from the feeling of this room. He quickens his thrusts seeing her now tearing the sheets crying a little wanting him to release it.

"J..Joker!! J..Joker I...I'm-" He kisses her not wishing to hear that cute voice like this but he only held her as she kisses back. He really felt hot but that's when he stops feeling his hips shaking. He looks down as she quivers in a shaking orgasm again but he feels her shaking when he falls on her tired.

Both Ink and Joker said nothing catching their breaths for a moment as the aura of the palace was seeping away to the two hearing a click. Joker looks seeing the door opening that made him sit up.

"Ink?...Ink! The door! We gotta get out now!" he said trying to hurry she was panting still trying to wake up but she didn't see or hear much before everything goes dark.

~~~~~~Later~~~~~~~

Everything was quiet now but Ink slowly stirs in her sleep that she opens her eyes to blink once or twice. That's when she sits up gasping to look around. Wait, where was she? It seems they were back in the real world but how??? She looks at herself to see she was dressed in normal clothing but looks at her hand.

"Your awake finally.." she blinks to hear a voice seeing Joker who was looking at her.

"..Y..Yeah, where are we?"

"At the hideout in the attic. Are you okay?" he asked seeing her look quiet but Ink grips the sheets to sigh.

"I'm.....fine but..what about that jerk!? Did he-"

"He didn't get away. I got him before he escaped. Then carried you back after well.....you know." He said looking to the side. Ink looks to him before her face burned red remembering. The room. The palace. And-She looks away from him but didn't say much.

"...I really wish I could find that asshole and punch him in the face. Who leaves su...such traps like that." she hissed but Ren sighed to look at her.

"Well, at least we got out..even if the plan sorta backfired....but again, we got out so.." He couldn't say much but Ink slowly looks away even if she remembers what happened. Even with what they did.

"I guess but I still didn't like the idea we had to do 'it' there..I did say I would...rather it be private..." he blinks to hear that but looks to her again that he got a small image of seeing how dazed and in pleasure she was. Ink was a dangerous girl but a cute one that he looked quiet.

"..........Ink.."

"What's wrong? I did say that I mean that. I'm not-Ngh!?" that's when she gasped feeling him touch her cheek but he carefully looks at her since she looks away blushing red, feeling him nipping at her ear. "W..w..what are you d..doing? What a-"

"You really are tempting you know that right?"

"T...tempting?"

"Yes, very tempting. I know the plan backfired in the metaverse but....you looked too inviting. Even back at the palace...you really drove me crazy to where I would have made you feel more than that. Even if it means making you weak in my arms.."

"......" Where was this coming from!? As she tries to talk, she shuts her eyes feeling him now suddenly kissing and sucking on her neck that she gasped turning her head away from him.

"R..Ren, d..don't do t..that.n..not now I just..." she grips his shirt feeling him biting and sucking on her neck hard that he traps her against the wall as she was panting flushed red. Not again; she was feeling weird again but did the palace effects remain on her!? She was shaking in his arms till he lets her go seeing her shaking again as he was touching her cheek to say this in her ear,

'The next time we are alone, I won't hold back next time. I'll be sure when I have you alone where no one can find us....I'll see to it that you. are. mine.' he whispered.

"!!!!" her eyes widen worse to see Ren carefully move back to smile but turns to go get her something. "But rest up...that's for another time.." he said heading down but he did lick his lips without her seeing.

Ink sat there in shock that she covers her neck feeling it stinging since a hickey was left by him. She was speechless but somehow felt excited. Yeah, seems she was going to remember that. For a good long while.

'........'

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #Tempting her heart: Behind palace walls #ren amamiya #older ren #van ink the dragon #older ink #demon-blood-youths #The fractions of NYC #peahen writer

[trans-advice]

So, I (22) live with my mom and little sister (18). Before the pandemic their was a shit ton of stress, my sister was being a teen and not making the best choices, and around that time she happened to realize she's trans. She re-closeted her self during the pandemic, also when she started turning her life around (very proud of the latter). Now for the last few months she's out again, and my mom can't see the being a girl without the being a teenager not coping with life well. She started very open, and is still supportive in her actions, but when it's just me and my mom she falls into kinda transphobic vents (conspiracy theories about her 'real gender', refusing to update pronouns, getting mad at me when I refer to her correctly or by they/them's in privet, holding weird moving goal post of what would make her really trans, writing off dysphoria, looking for sources that would have made 'copy' this ext.). This happened last time and I hate it, I promised my sis it be better for her. She was going to go get estrogen from this really shady place when she didn't feel supported, I don't want that to happen again. Our mom is pro-trans in general, but isn't coping grate with anxiety and that much changing + I think she's gotten some bad info. Do I stand up for my sis more and risk things escalating? Do I let it be and hope our mom adjust in private with time? I feel like I'm a substitute second parent sometimes with this and so out of my depth.

I'm sorry you're undergoing that trauma of being the parent because y'all's parent is failing to be the parent y'all need right now.

I also need to let you know that you need to work with your sister a lot on this. If you 2 don't want to do like research etc together, then figure out whether you 2 can divide the tasks etc. If you're able to balance out the work then that will help out with the power-balancing.

First of all, your bad information makes me worried less about what's she's already read so far, but what sources is she connecting to for these topics? Like, transphobia has been getting used, and still is getting used to mobilize fascists & support for fascists. I'm not going to say how your mom is doing, but I do want to give that heads up as you explore this.

Basically, I don't believe that you're the only one that can escalate things: your mom can, her sources can, etc. Please do not blame yourself if your mom does that.

Focus on safety. Look into how to survive abusive environments & domestic violence. Look into self defense, especially for these sorts of things. Get your sister trained too, especially since we don't always get to know whether roommates we will end up with in our lives will pull abusive acts against us (if not full-blown abusive relationships).

As long as your mom is keeping her transphobic stuff away from your sister, I would just let it be. That being said, you and your sister should look into moving away from your mom (not necessarily cut off contact, but still).

Regarding whether your mom figures out that your sister is safe & recovering & also transgender & transitioning... The longer time goes on, the more obvious it will be whether your mom is transphobic or not.

I would recommend a 3 part videoessay series (they're about 1-2 hours each) by Caelan Conrad titled "Inside A Cult". It documents a lot of triggering topics, so prepare yourself for those triggers, but it gives insight into transphobic "gender critical" parents & toxic support groups they might come into contact with, along with conversion torture techniques they do.

I mention this because some therapists can be anti-trans, so when your mom goes to therapy, y'all got to stay aware.

I really hope for y'all's sake that your mom will get her wits together & respect both you & your sister.

Good Luck, Peace & Love,

Eve

[thevindicativevordan]

What are your hopes for the Dawn of the DCU relaunch? (Not necessarily what you think will happen)

Well ten books have been announced and ten more are coming. Here's my top ten other books I want to see:

Legion of Superheroes - Probably coming and will be written by Johns. His Legion work has been enjoyable for me but I have no clue if modern Johns would be just as enjoyable. Proably not but at this point he's the only one who could sell the Legion in the wake of Bendis' fourth failed reboot. Bring the Retroboot back, don't do any Watchmen or Hypercrisis bullshit and I'd likely enjoy it. For art I'd pair him with Eddy Barrows.

The Terrifics - Damnit I liked them and I want more DC teams that don't have a Bat or Super on them. Do a run with them off exploring the DC Universe, put Brandon Thomas on this and Fico Ossio on art.

Justice Legacy - Way better name than "Legacy League" but basically I want a JL book with the Dawn of DC legacies lineup: Jace, Damian, Jon, Jo, Yara, Avery, and Jackson. Maybe add a few more legacies like Jaime Blue Beetle, but I want to rest the classics for a while as Leaguers and try something new. Ideally I would like to see PKJ write this, he's got ambition and I like his Jon, and for art how about Juan Ferreyera.

Titans - I don't really care what they do, I just want Taylor on this as a way to force him out of the Superbooks where I can safely ignore him. Uh I guess Nicuolo on art.

Suicide Squad - GIVE THIS TO PRIEST ALREADY for fuck's sake he was born to write this book. Get back to supervillains doing the government's dirty work, the last two runs drifted too far away from what the Squad is supposed to be about. For art I'd want Ryan Ottley.

Superman/Wonder Woman - A Jon/Yara team up book by Dan Watters and Del Duca again. Watters did well with both during Future State and I hope reuniting the creative team again will likewise produce good work for both, God knows Jon and Yara could both use it. The Super and Wonder being close to each other as opposed to the traditional Super and Bat dynamic is a great difference between Jon and his dad.

Supergirl - Surprised they haven't announced a book for Kara already. She's going to be in The Flash movie after all, make synergy benefit me for once. Put Josie Campbell and Doc Shaner on this, their Mary Marvel book is great and Campbell loves Kara too.

Super-Man of China - Yang's back so I want him to write a 12 issue mini starring Kenan. If Taylor gets to use his Jon books to keep his OCs alive, I want to see Yang get the same privilege he's working with DC's new head architect Waid on the next big event. That should result in a book for Yang featuring my favorite Superman successor. On art I'd like to get Bogdanovic back for this.

Shadowpact - JLD is such a shitty name for such a cool team, let's use the good name. Watters and Doug Mahkne for this book, Watters can work with fantasy and magic just as well as Ram V going off of his Lucifer book, he's a natural successor to take over.

Zatanna: Mistress of Magic - How have we gone so long without a Zatanna book? Strange is coming to an end, poach Jed McKay from Marvel via signing a deal with Mephisto to erase whatever deal McKay has going on over there and bring him over to DC to do for Zatanna what he's done for Clea. Give me Zatanna on a tour of Dc Mystic, cement her and Diana's friendship as the equivalent to the Superman/Batman partnership, and have fun! Zatanna is the only Dc Mystic character who isn't an alcoholic, let's try to remind people why that is. On art I'd put Yannick Paquette.

#dawn of dc

[not-close-to-straight]

I am breaking my social media break (I have no self discipline) but I needed to tell you that I loved the new chapter of Risk.

I really was all 'you go, Billy, you tell him what's what' but then my heart sank when I realized what it meant for him when he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

And then Steve getting there and being all bad arse and in control! I really loved that and I know he would have kicked Neil's arse had he still been there, Omega or not.

And I know you said Susan is not to blame but I do hate her a teeny, tiny bit because it can't be that she didn't know right? She knew something right? And she just let it happen.... Then again, she probably also is trapped in that situation and I guess it's really hard to stand up to someone in that situation, someone that could seriously hurt you or kill you.

El calling Billy Baby Bear is the sweetest thing and will always be my favourite thing in their relationship. I'm glad she'll be there when he wakes up because I don't think he'll be happy.

Joyce is so cool, good thing she was there to help (though sticking a needle in him goes a bit far). I'm glad Billy is safe now with Hopper and El and Max is safe and they are all safe for now.

IT WAS A GREAT CHAPTER AND I ADORE YOU!

SO that moment where Billy sort of breaks and yells at Neil. Something that alot of people don't want to talk about when it comes to talking about ab*se and ab*sers is how standing up for yourself might actually get you unalived. Lots of people are so quick to "she should have just left" "he's bigger, why did he take that" "why didn't they just leave, they were old enough to be independent" but no one wants to think about what happens if the person tries... and then fails. Standing up for themselves could be the last thing they ever do. Talking back could mean weeks out of school. Standing their ground could mean broken bones.

And that's-- I mean NO I didn't set out to write Risk as any sort of exploration of the horrifying power dynamics within an ab*sive household, but like, I can't write about Billy and NOT address it.

So this whole scene and then in some respects, the way Steve talks about/to Susan about it-- of course we want to stand and cheer when Billy spits blood at Neil's feet and stands up to him. But the reality of the consequence of being brave is terrifying. That whole part was so so difficult to write.

On to better things-- listen. Billy and El are so good together. They have a couple moments together in the upcoming "Comfort" chapter and it's literally amazing.

Joyce is one of my top 3 favorite characters in Stranger Things. Not only does Winona play her to PERFECTION but she is just beautifully, chaotically willing to do whatever it takes to keep her family safe and I love that for her. And its a big contrast to how the other canon moms are, especially in this verse. Joyce is present and involved and actively advocating for her kids and any kids she happens to claim as hers. Vs. Mrs Harrington who we never seen in canon and in Risk is just awful. Susan who is too much a victim to be anything other than passive. Mrs. Wheeler who is... well. You know. I just love her bullying Hopper around and being so so gentle with Steve but also that level of No Nonsense that keeps the world turning. Love her to pieces.

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

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Ayo ayo!! It’s been a second hasn’t it? I’m so sorry it’s been a second since I’ve last posted and I do apologize about that ;; I’ve been in a massive writer’s block but also a drawing mood lololol I finally had the feeling to write after drawing a jealous / possessive dragon Zhongli, thus spurring on with where I am now. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did with writing it!

Art: @ko-ffeine​

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“What does today’s commission entail for us?”

Soothing and melodic, the former geo archon’s voice swam into her ears as she briefly glanced back at her companion. It was one of those rare moments gifted to her that she was able to complete some commissions for the adventurer’s guild. After all, being a traveling librarian who focused more on knowledge than combat was much more of her strong suit. 

“It should be something simple. Nothing too hard from what I could gather.” 

A gentle smile was given to the tall male as honey amber hues gazed gently upon her form. Respectable and always the gentlemen, Zhongli stood tall and proud beside the adventuring librarian as the pair leisurely explored the plains of Liyue for the commission spot. When he had first met her, the funeral associate couldn’t help but become enamored by her curious filled eyes. The way she always happened to sought him out for knowledge and genuine respectable curiosity for the information he was able to procure for her.

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind, adeptis or not, that the former archon had become extremely fond of the librarian. Some may even compare it to that of a dragon guarding their beloved treasure. 

“Then I believe if we are to finish this in a timely manner, we could finish our discussion about the historical sights you happened to last visit.” 

Upon seeing her (e/c) shimmer with absolute delight brought a sense of peace into Zhongli’s heart as he couldn’t help but fondly pat her head as she flushed at the endearing action. 

Yet the feeling subsided as they neared the commission sight. Immediately her heart plummeted as she felt the color drain from her face at the familiar sight of an unwanted individual. One that she, disappointedly had the honor of meeting whilst adventuring with Xingqui. 

Having sensed her distress, the male stepped forth almost protectively before her as sweet amber hues turned molten with unbridled rage as he kept his stony gaze on the figure before the pair. 

“There seems to be….a tale of strife here. Do tell me what has happened little one…”

“I…It-’s nothing, c’mon. I think Kathryn won’t be mad if we skip this commission.”

“Did they touch you, Little One?”

“Zhongli….”

“Did those disgusting sewer rats touch you?”

She flinched, the sheer anger that enraptured his words had her gulping as she lightly tugged on his sleeve, her voice soft and desperate to not further escalate the situation as she pleaded with the former archon.

“Please…let’s just go…”

“….Very well.”

Sensing the urgency in her voice, the former god conceded as he turned to face her. The anger in his eyes forcibly subsiding as he hurriedly guided her away before the treasure hoarders could notice. Yet unknown to the librarian, Zhongli had made sure to etch the man’s face into his memory. After all, there was information that had to be gathered. 

Upon the return to the colorful and bustling Oceanside city, (y/n) couldn’t help but breath a sigh of relief. Besides the one commission, everything else had ended rather well. With Zhongli’s strong shield and her own combat style, the commissions ended fairly quickly. 

“Thank you again for your help Mr. Zhongli.”

“Nonsense. I take great pleasure in accompanying you wherever you need it, Little One.” 

The pet name brought a sense of fondness to her heart as she hurriedly turned her gaze away from the liquid honey being poured into her very being as she coughed lightly to distract the male from her reddening cheeks. 

“I really appreciate it…well, I’ll be off then.”

“Hm, returning to Mondstat?”

“That’s correct. It’s been a nice couple of weeks out here in Liyue and I’ve definitely learned a lot from everyone here, but I do need to return to my duties as Lisa’s assistant.”

“I see, well I wish you safe travels back. I do hope that you’ll return soon though. Or else I’ll have to visit the land of the free myself. I do have some acquaintances there after all.”

A light laugh escaped her as she playfully nudged the other. A roll of her (e/c) hues showing nothing but an annoyed fondness as she lightly shook her head.

“Goodness, if I wasn’t so busy I’d think that you’re trying everything in your power to stay by my side Mr. Zhongli.”

“And if I was?”

She waited. A building heat in her veins as she awaited for the handsome man to reply with a joke. Instead of that, she was met with an all serious expression— save for the sweet affection dripping from his amber hues as he brought a hand up to lightly ruffle her hair. Immediately stammering out a flurry of words and rushed goodbyes, the librarian hurriedly bowed before scampering off towards one of the teleportation stations. All the whilst ignoring the fond look and deep chuckle that reverberated from Zhongli’s chest as he watched her scurry off.

Once out of sight, the former archon’s expression went from fond to unbridled anger. The atmosphere around Liyue hurriedly reflecting that of the former archon as darkness enveloped the usually bright lands as Zhongli made his way towards the adventurer’s guide. There, Katheryne easily supplied the terrifying male with the information he desired. Already knowing fully well what was to become of the treasure hoarders that dared to touch his treasure. 

»»————-　　————-««

It had been a week since her return to Mondstat, and if (y/n) was being honest with herself the amount of work thrown upon her had her quickly forgetting the distasteful incident she had faced weeks prior to her return. The disgusting feeling of hands and detestable warm puffs of air against her skin. The mere thought of it alone sent shivers down her spine as she shook off the feeling of disgust as she went about her duties. 

“Now…if I’m correct the next thing on the list is to just give reminders to those who borrowed Ms. Lisa’s books…—ow!”

Yet before she could even begin her search for the current occupants of the various tomes of knowledge a familiar figure loomed before her, causing the librarian to bump straight into a firm chest. Before she could even begin her apologies the stench of blood overwhelmed her as she stumbled backwards to meet familiar golden orbs.

“Ah, I do apologize little one, I hadn’t meant to surprise you…”

“…Zhongli?” 

Finally getting a good look at the former archon she couldn’t help but gasp as she surged forward. His usually crisp and clean outfit was marred in blood and tears, yet in her fervent search for nonexistent wounds, she failed to notice the look of adoration that graced his features. Hesitantly, he peeled off his gloves before a large warm hand found it’s way into her hair as he gently petted her unruly locks to hopefully soothe her anxiety riddled form.

“Fret not little one, I merely disposed of some trash on my way to visit you.”

“…t…rash?”

Confused (e/c) orbs met his own as his hand dropped from the top of her head to lovingly cup her cheek.

“Yes. The trash that dared to create discomfort for you when you and Xingqui had stumbled across in your journey.”

The statement itself brought a sense of dread into her heart as she gulped, knowing fully well how insanely powerful the male was, god or not. 

“D…Did you kill him?”

“No. Though I wish I did, remember our contract little one? I will not break it. Though I do admit, an acquaintance of mine is….educating him as we speak. I merely just gave it a stern talking to.”

Heaving a sigh of relief, (y/n) couldn’t help but slump against the blood muddled archon as she lightly swatted at his chest. The horrors of what could’ve become of the treasure hoarder now long gone— though of course that didn’t keep her from hoping that Zhongli’s ‘acquaintance’ would be merciful. 

“….Thank you, but you didn’t have to Zhongli—-”

“I wanted to. No one should ever make you feel uncomfortable, Little one. As long as I am by your side, this will no longer happen. I promise.”

With a small smile, Zhongli shifted his hand down to hold her own as he lightly kissed the back of it.

“Now, will you please show me your favorite places here in the city of freedom?

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[sleepingdeath-light]

reading the crossover headcanons for TOH was amazing!

i wanted to request a crossover with TOH and Steven Universe if possible! (also with Hunter x Reader) You can decide between reader being half-gem, like Steven, or fully gem! If you can't or don't want to, that's okay! Aand I really love your headcanons! You make them long and detailed! It's truly amazing.

Crossover Headcanons | SU x TOH [Hunter x Gem//Hybrid!Reader]

thank you for requesting, anon

These are written with a gender neutral reader in mind and have a general chronology from the reader’s last moments in little homeworld until they end up with Hunter, so apologies if this gets long!

Note : this is the first time I’ve written for the SU canon, so I’m not as experienced with that universe. Also my portrayal of these characters is still pretty rocky, so I may rework this in the future.

The first few months you spent in Little Homeworld had felt almost like a dream come to life; freedom to be yourself and explore a world full of organic life without the restrictions placed on you by the diamonds? It was fantastic! However, that feeling of unrestricted feeling soon started to grow stale as you realise that the growth of the small colony had already started to stagnate—and that not all humans were welcoming of intergalactic immigrants like your kind.

So to ease your mind you opted to take the warp to the next star system over—craving that same sense of excitement that you had during the gem war

Simply standing on the warp again was enough to get your blood pumping with a reignited vigour for exploration

A feeling so palpable that you failed to notice the array of spindly cracks that spanned the surface of the device, and the way that a sickly dull light pulsated beneath your feet (the sight accompanied by a warning hum far too low for you to notice)

Though you couldn’t ignore the way the warp didn’t immediately go off like usual, nor could you neglect the searing pain that spread through your veins and constricted your throat; leaving you in so much pain that you couldn’t even move or scream before your vision was engulfed in a glitching, sickeningly bright light

It must have been several hours later when you woke up, based on how high the sun was in the sky… was the sky that red before?

Your head was pounding and although your vision was blurry, yet you couldn’t ignore how different your surroundings were from the earth you were used to

The sky was a faint red and the ground beneath your feet was dusted with deep maroon grass—it was soft and warm under your fingertips but with how much organic matter there was you knew that this wasn’t a colony

Hell, you didn’t even arrive on a warp on this end, so either you had been transported to somewhere else because a malfunction (unusual, but likely) or someone had taken you from the receiving warp and dropped you off in the middle of a clearing (far less likely)

Suddenly struck with worry, you sat up and moved your clothes to get a good look at your gem, letting out a relieved sigh when you saw it undamaged (clearly you’d landed where you woke up as most organics would have tried to remove it from your body before dumping you)

Realising that you were mostly safe you slowly rose to your feet and decided to explore your new environment, hand hovering near your gem in case you needed to defend yourself from whatever creatures had made their home here—trying to make yourself appear as small, quiet and unnoticeable as possible as you went

However, your efforts seemed to be in vein as you were quickly greeted by an excitable and loud human girl who practically screamed her welcome to you

You were torn between fleeing and fighting her when she offered her hand and introduced herself as “Luz the human”, her demeanour quite closely mirroring what you’d heard about Steven when he was younger from his mothers—it was almost endearing how much she tried to hold in her joy at seeing another “human”. You almost didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth as she walked you back to her home.

You were accosted at the door by an organic tube with an owl’s face that quickly and gleefully introduced itself as Hooty—the creepy, but rather friendly, house demon

Luz made an effort to hastily brush him off and hurry you both inside where you met with the other two inhabitants of the home as well as Luz’s “awesome girlfriend”, Amity.

Eda, an older witch with grey hair that hardly suited her age, greeted you with muted suspicion, not even taking her eyes off of you as she addressed the human at your side—seemingly unsure of your motives but trusting herself to be stronger than you (if her grip on her staff was anything to go by)

King, however, was much more brazen and blatant in his distrust of you, stomping over and pointing an accusing claw up at you as he threatened you in every way he could muster (even if all that got him was a halfhearted coo from you that left the creature more frustrated and downtrodden than before)

The guest, Amity, meanwhile, looked over at you with disinterest before she caught a glimpse of your (colour) gem peeking out from your clothing—immediately pointing it out and questioning you about it, much to your chagrin

This inevitably led to a very long and semi-complicated conversation discussing the intricacies of your species and how, no, you’re technically not a human

No you weren’t trying to deceive Luz, either, you just felt too awkward to correct her

But when all was said and done (and you were all out of steam after a several hour session of intense questioning and frustration at miscommunications) they seemed much more relaxed around you—even willing to let you stay with them, at Luz’s request, so long as you pulled your weight around the house and helped to keep them safe

And, really, how hard could that be? You fought in an intergalactic war so taking out a few organics should be a piece of cake (as Steven would say)

After spending a few weeks in this strange new world you had come to realise one specific thing; it wasn’t easy. It was, in fact, the exact opposite.

If you had to bubble one more guard you were going to scream

What had they done to make this Emperor hate them so much?

It felt as though half of your time was spent bubbling, blocking or disabling people that had made their way to the Owl House—and the rest was spent painstakingly explaining your abilities and species to Amity, Lilith and Luz

Granted, that wasn’t the most stressful part of your stay

No

That was hands down the stresses that came with visits from Luz’s friends from Hexside: the endlessly kind and protective Willow and the ever-curious and annoyingly quick witted Gus

That being said, you did appreciate their enthusiasm to learn about and accommodate you—even if the look Willow gave you when you spoke about the empire’s treatment of organic life did leave you rather shaken

So what little free time you had was spent learning about the local culture and sharing your experiences with them

Training with Amity and Eda

Helping Willow with her plants in whatever way you can based on your gem

Creating gem clones to help Gus perfect his illusions even further

Teaching Lilith and Luz about your abilities as well as those of your fellow gems, even helping the latter learn to write using gem glyphs

It was heartwarming to see others so passionate about your home, even if their insistence on pushing you to your limits could be rather frustrating (especially early in the mornings when your patience ran thin)

However, the longer you spent there the more members of the Emperor’s Coven (amongst others) you ended up coming across. One particularly memorable instance occurred when you were escorting a fretting Amity through Bonesborough with the twins (who’s presence you had grown rather fond of as their visits became more frequent).

Ed had dragged Em back to the library a good few minutes ago, leaving you and Amity to your own decides as you weaved in and out of the foot traffic—only to stop completely when the youngest Blight suddenly froze before grabbing your hand and darting off to an adjacent alleyway

As you went to protest, she promptly clamped one hand over your mouth and gestured rather violently for you to stay quiet before nodding towards a figure just a bit away from you

From the golden mask and white cloak you knew they were a member of the Emperor’s Coven—but you’d seen them before, on the posters littered around the city, each exploring passersby to join their coven

Golden Guard

That was a definite threat

So you passed the girl a spare cloak and did what you could to mask your own appearance before carefully making your way back home, shopping be damned—one hand over your gem just in case he happened to notice you

Though thankfully he didn’t

Not that it stopped you from filing him away as someone to be wary of anyway; he was the emperor’s right hand man, after all, so there was no such thing as being “too cautious”

And for a while that’s exactly what it was, not that you saw much of him that is, but from what you’d been told about Luz and Amity’s run ins with him you were glad to have never seen him face-to-face. If you had, you were almost certain he wouldn’t come out unscathed—teenage protege or not.

So with all that in mind, the last that you were expecting to see on a relatively peaceful Saturday evening was the unmasked Golden Guard practically unconscious and leaning on Luz and Eda for support as they burst through the door

Completely ignoring Hooty as usual as they carefully laid him down on the seat beside you (after you’d hurriedly gotten up, that is)

He looked to be in an awful state, with his visible skin bloodied, bruised and scarred whilst his usually pristine uniform was tattered and caked in dirt and what seemed to be even more of his blood

Seeming to notice your distress, Eda briefly addressed you and her sister before sending you all off to gather supplies (or heal if your gem allowed it)

“The kid’s been through a lot, but he’s with us now. Trust me, I wouldn’t have carried him all this way if I had any doubts about it.”

And that was that

It took Hunter (as he introduced himself) over a week to even be able to get out of bed and walk around unassisted—and whilst he actively avoided speaking about what had happened to him, you had a feeling that Belos was somehow involved

Though things were still rather tense for a month or so after he arrived, no matter how hard Luz tried to integrate him (and no matter how polite and welcoming Willow and Gus tried to be)

And you didn’t even want to recall the shouting match that occurred when Amity saw him in the living room with Luz….

It seemed as though he was just more content to shut himself away with L’il Rascal and only interact with Luz and Eda; the former to learn from her and the latter because she wouldn’t let him get away with anything but

That wasn’t even mentioning the palpable tension between him and Lilith (she would only say that it was from their time in the coven—and Luz suspected he’d annoyed her a bit too much—but nothing else would come of it)

But the others were worried about him, so you were sent in as a neutral party to talk with him about… things. You weren’t really told what and you didn’t have the time to ask.

Initially he was incredibly closed off and would only address you briefly, barely even acknowledging your presence as he gave his full attention to the scattered papers on his desk, each depicting a different spell and each ever so slightly off

So, as gently as you could you took the quill from him and drew a simple glyph on a spare scalp of paper, carefully leading him through the motions before leaning back and activating the spell (and smiling at his much more openly interested expression)

That then sparked a deep conversation about different types of magic—specifically wild magic and glyphs—as you shared what you knew about the topic with one another, every so often breaking off into laughter or patient silence as he’d run across the room to show you his notes or books he’d found

Naturally this would lead to him asking you about where you came from and you discussing your origins with him

Homeworld

The Diamond Authority

The gem war

Colonies

Soldiers

Shattering

The Crystal Gems

Everything

He was incredibly easy to talk to as he listened with a genuine intensity to what you said, nodding along and even asking well thought out questions about your world where appropriate

Depending on how close you were, he may even ask to see your gem and ask about its purpose

If you let him touch it, he’d be so very gentle, almost treating you as though you were made of glass—maybe even sketching it down and noting down your abilities and weaknesses in his personal notebook and apologising if it was weird

This mutual interest in magic and your shared experiences of either having to conform to a specific role your whole life [full gem reader] or feeling out of place and weaker because of your shortcomings [half gem reader] would be the basis of your friendship turned relationship. The transition between the two would be so incredibly seamless and slow that you wouldn’t even notice it happening—one moment you two were best friends sparring and the next you were hiding your blushing face in his neck as he hugs you and apologises for hitting you a bit too hard with his magic.

Your relationship would be sweet and slow and genuine

Hunter is new to receiving any kind of affection, so you’d probably have to teach him a thing or two—but he’d learn quite quickly so don’t worry

He’d spend hours studying your culture and language just to write you notes or offer you affirmations in ways unique to your culture, even calling you “my (Y/n)” after a while

Likewise, the first time you called him “my Hunter” he was left red in the face for the rest of the day (he loved it, though, so don’t stop)

But the moment someone makes a teasing remark about how soft he’s gotten (usually one of the Blight siblings or his own younger sister figure, Luz), Hunter will partially revert to being cold in public (whilst still being affectionate and openly touch starved in private)

In short, your relationship with him would be built on a foundation of mutual trust, affection and understanding that sprouted from friendship and honest conversations about your passions and pasts

#reader insert #sleepingdeath hub #hcs #headcanons #steven universe #su #toh x su #the owl house #the owl house x reader #the owl house golden guard #the owl house hunter #toh #toh x reader #toh golden guard #toh hunter #hunter x reader #golden guard x reader

[keiarchived]

Come To The Back | 18+

bodyguard!Dabi x rich spoiled!Reader x bodyguard!Hawks

warnings: dubcon/noncon, drugged, intoxicated, somnophila, breeding kink, split roasting

words: 1.6k

note: Decided to take part in BNHA Degeneracy discord server’s 9 to 5 collab last minute 👀 one of the nastier stuff I’ve written 💦 scummy duo ahead, read with caution ⛔️

Babysitting spoiled brats like you can never be less annoying, all you ever really wanted to do in your spare time is to party, get wasted and high. Whilst the duo have to follow you around all day because it is your daddy’s order after all, ‘Keep my daughter safe or I will have your heads.’ He made sure the consequences were known if they failed, Keigo and Touya were merely bodyguards send to protect this spoiled brat daughter of this billionaire. They have no influence like he does, sure they could run but they can’t hide forever. You are supposed to be good for your daddy, stay out of danger since his rival is out to get him and his family.

Getting only a few hours of sleep each day because of you had begun to wear their patient, it wasn’t as though they could talk to you about it. Believer me, they tried. But of course, your spoiled brat ass went running to your daddy and complained about how Hawks and Dabi were being mean to you which results in their first warning; wedges cut for a month all thanks to you. They simply don’t get paid enough for this, for putting up with you and your father’s bullshit.

But a job is a job, they needed the money. Let’s just hope this issue your father have between him and some of his acquaintances resolves quickly before one of them snaps out of bitterness.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” The taller male huffed heavily, palms resting on either side of his hips as he stared down at your unconscious form. Your so-called friends were long gone after the party at this particular club has ended, leaving you out cold in the VIP booth before moving on with their night. You were mumbling none sense as Keigo went ahead and sat you upright with a soft coo, “Hey, you okay? Just drunk, stupidly high or both? Know where you are an angel?” Of course, the only responses they managed to get out of you were mumbles and grumbles that made absolutely no sense. “She’s definitely out of it.”

“You don’t say, let’s her out of here.” Touya bites back with a sigh, cigarette between his fingers. Seems like tonight will just be another night of them carrying your unconscious form back to the mansion, tugging you back into that warm and cosy cover of yours — or at least that’s what they should and suppose to do.

But rather they end up stripping those slutty clothes of yours, that’s what you want right? For men like them to use this body of yours, just admit it. You had been tempting and playing around with the duo for long enough, wearing these short skirts whenever they are around. Swaying your hips and batting your eyes at them whenever you pass them, you know fair well they cannot touch you because if your daddy knew; they would be gone. Good thing the man himself is gone for a couple of days due to a business trip, oh and they are going to have their fun with you.

One cock in your mouth and another buried deep inside your pussy, the duo wasted no time in stripping you naked after all. With your intoxicated and drugged-out self, it was easy for them to move you around, passing you between the two of them. “Fuck me, this pussy is good.” Keigo chuckled breathlessly, snapping his hips into that tight cunt of yours. Surely this is just an act right, pretending to be asleep so that they can continue to use you and let out their pent up frustration on you. 

A cloud of smoke slipped between Touya’s lips has a low groan rumbled at his chest, stroking that slightly bulge neck of yours whilst a sadistic smirk tugged at his lips. You look much better like this, with cock at either end of your holes and being used them.  “You should try these pretty lips too, given if you can last another round.” Touya taunts, earning a grunt from Keigo as he merely rolled his eyes at the other. “Fuck off.”

Just as the two began to bicker at each other, noises begin to come out of you. “Looks like our princess is awake.” Slowly, Touya slipped his hard pierced cock from those pretty plush lips. Allowing you to take a gasp of air whilst being as confused as ever with those hazy eyes, “Wh-what you doing?” There was a sense of panic in your voice and honestly, either one of them can blame you. Waking up to your bodyguards fucking you into cloud nine doesn’t happen every day and god knows how long they’ve been at it, “Oh don’t worry dove, we’re just taking good care of you. Right Dabs?” It was hard to keep his voice level without cracking as your ridge walls clamps down so tightly around his cock, even harder to hide that shit-eating smirk. Your jaw feels sore from how Touya been using you roughly, pussy feeling full, nice and stretched by Keigo’s cock.

“Exactly, you should be grateful, your highness. We don’t do this often, not free of charge at least.” Dabi’s voice was dangerously low as he mocked, reaching behind your neck and forcing you to take a look at the way his partner in crime’s cock disappearing into your slutty cunt. Even when you were passed out, it didn’t stop you from moaning and gushing slick between your legs. “This is what spoiled brats get when they tease too much.” A desperate whimper fell at those words, now that you are slightly more oriented you could feel the pleasure that comes with every thirst of Keigo’s hard cock. It would be a complete lie if you said you have never fantasied the duo take you like this before, they are handsome and attractive after all. Keigo with his witty charm and Dabi with his mysterious charm, it is hard to say no.

“That’s it baby, take it all! I-I’m cumming!” Keigo unloaded yet another ropes of cum deep inside your cunt, right up against your cervix adding to the growing mess. This totals up to three for his scores, Touya had been keeping track. Your lips hung open with drools tickling down the side of your lips, body reaching its own high whilst Keigo pulled out from your soaked pussy.

“Aw look at you, so pretty and all fucked out.” The sandy blonde man coos almost sympathetically, tugging those loose strands of hair away from your sweaty forehead. Seems like Touya had been doing quite the number on you too whilst fucking your throat open, it must be sore from those smooth metal rubbing and nudging along your velvety walls. You could feel your conscious fading in and out from that orgasm alone, swallowing on your own drool thickly as Keigo’s cum seeps out from you. Too bad this is far from over, Touya’s smirk widens as he leans down to capture those swollen lips. Exploring every inch he possibly can, warm metal swapping across your inner cheeks and lips. After all, you deserve a reward after taking Keigo’s load so good with your well-bred cunt.

“Don’t pass out on us just yet princess, you can take a few more rounds can’t you? For us hm?” Touya coos softly, cigarette scent lingering as he traces over your chin with his rough fingers. Keigo and his partner in crime exchanged a look; the look with a same shit-eating smirk stretched across their lips before switching places with Touya running his cock back and forth between your swollen slit and Keigo nudging at those pouty lips of yours. “Good girl.” One of them praises but you weren’t so sure who it was from, head spinning from the alcohol and drugs you had consumed hours before.

Touya is much rougher than the blonde when it comes to pounding you, with a merciless pace as the tip of his cock continuously hammer at your cervix. Pressing all of the right buttons inside with those round metals of his piercings, “Fuck.. you are good.. should’ve done this a long time ago.” He can barely count the number of time he had wanted to put you back in your places with his hands, forcing them to stay up all night just so you can get home safely — thrust, railing them on purpose — thrust. But Touya managed to hold back, that was until now where the final line has been drawn. It is a risky bet but Touya bet on that you wouldn’t tell your daddy how good your bodyguard fucked you, filled you to the brim with cum and made you into their own personal cumdump. You wouldn’t, why would you when you could have them do it all over again?

Keigo had you choking on a mixture of your own saliva and his essence, quickening his pace once as you could feel the way your throat burns deliciously around him throbbing cock. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased them as much as you had, maybe you should’ve listened to Dabi’s warnings of this dangerous game you had been playing with them. But it’s too late now, they had caught you by your cunt and lips. “Fuck... gonna breed you, see how your daddy likes it when he finds you all swollen with some unknown child.” Touya grunts, letting out a breathy laugh before it turns into something sinister. “You wouldn’t even know who’s the baby daddy would you?” Touya hissed at the way you suddenly squeezed around him when he mentioned it, “Oh you like it huh?” Which only made him grin wider as his climax approached and without a second warning — ropes of warm cum painted both ends of your walls white.

Your bodyguards are now a panting mess as they withdraw from you, sitting on the edge of your now white stained bed whilst a faint chuckle escaped Touya’s lips. “Liked the idea of bearing our kid that much? You slut.” The night is still young and it will be a few more days before you daddy comes home from his business trip, you couldn’t help but wonder what other ways the two of them would use you. Licking over your lips hazily, out of focus eyes gazed towards the two male. You want more, don’t you?

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[dreamrecorder]

Family in the Inn

Wherein Verr adopts Xiao and how he got you as a sibling.

The idea was from here ksks---- also this is quite long | Part hc part trad, Im not even sure anymore hahaha it’s just- siblings are a wholesome concept and there are so much things to add i dont know what to do haha Enjoy~

After a night full of battles against the demons lurking Liyue, Xiao struggled to keep the corruption in him at bay. He was losing his mind in pain as the screams continue to persist both in volume and their harsh words. He needed to get away from here. From the bodies that was slain by his very hands. He wanted to go away to somewhere safe.

It was an unconscious thought- out of nowhere, Xiao just teleported himself into whatever place he thought was safe and crash landed into familiar wooden floorboards.

The crash was loud- enough for visitors of the inn to rouse awake. Luckily, Verr and Huai'an were quick to reassure them that they are safe.

Verr Goldet was first to arrive in their balcony and what she saw tore her heart.

As if a mother to a child, she quickly rushed to the adeptus whose body writhed to himself while shaking violently. Verr didn't care about the malicious energy emanating from Xiao- she just went to his side and cradled what she can of him.

Normally, Xiao would instantly get away from any form of touch, but he was too weak and too tired- so he let her be.

Verr began singing lullabies as she wiped his tears away, hoping to ease his pain even just for tonight.

The lullabies- they were soothing. Moments passed, his shaking lessened along with the dark mist covering his body. Xiao merely focused on Verr's lullabies- clinging to the innocent words the lullabies carry as if hoping that they would take all his pain away.

And they really did- the way the she cradled him was very reminiscent of how a mother cradled a child. She didn't care if her clothes were now damp from his tears. She kept singing until finally, Xiao finally slept with a genuine peace gracing his face.

And that is how Xiao finds himself seeing Verr as a mother and how Verr finds Xiao as a son. Always know that this inn will be your home with someone who cares for you.

~~~

The following day came and Xiao finds himself in his room, waking up to the sunlight filtering from the window. By the bedside, the innkeeper sleeps with arms crossed. As if waiting for him to wake up. Even if he sees Verr now in a new light, Xiao still decides that he does not want to be seen for now. But before leaving, he mutters a sincere thank you.

When they cross paths in the inn, there was no closure whatsoever about what happened to him that night. But before he leaves to protect Liyue again, Verr called him. "Xiao,"

The adeptus stopped in his tracks and faced her.

"Stay safe. If you get hurt don't hesitate to come home alright?"

Ah. The words of a mother to a child. But Xiao is no child and not certainly a child to a mortal- but still, Xiao finds him saying, "I'll be back."

This simple pattern went on for years. While they never called each other 'mother' or 'son' verbally, the relationship is there. Whenever Xiao leaves, Verr always reminds him to take care. And when he comes back, she never fails to greet him, "Welcome home!"

Xiao felt loved.

As small thanks, there are times Xiao would help in the inn aside from protecting his home from monsters and hoarders.

Like- helping Huai'an with heavy crates of materials and teaching Yanxiao Sweet Dreams (the inn got a boost from his recipe). He'll help as long as it doesn't involve interacting with other mortals aside from the inn staff.

Then the time came when Verr announced she was pregnant.

Xiao's initial reaction... was to leave. He didn't want the baby near him- no, scratch that. He didn't want to be near the baby or else it would catch his karmic energy if ever he loses control. The baby deserved a life free from any danger- free from him.

And Verr was having none of that!!!

She noticed the lessening appearances of the Yaksha within the inn ever since her announcement, so he waited for her son at the balcony.

"The evening cold will not do you well and the baby." He said as he materialized a few feet away from her.

Verr noticed his walls up again and her mother instincts told her that something's up. So with careful prying, she finally learned his reasons of him staying away. But with a gentle smile, she reassured him that he can never do wrong or harm to the baby

Carefully, she let out a small joke, "Who knows, I bet the baby will be even safer having a brother like you."

Oh how she doesn't know how her joke struck a chord in Xiao's heart. The adeptus vowed to protect you at all cost.

Throughout his mother's pregnancy, Xiao became very protective of her. And that also means being careful of himself whenever he fights in order to avoid his karma leaking out. There was this one time even, Verr convinced Xiao for him to hold her swollen belly and feel the baby. The moment he felt that small kick! His heart burst feelings he didn't think he would ever feel! Pure joy and love for another.

The day came when you finally entered the world with strong fits of cries- as if demanding to be brought back to the darkness you were familiar with in your mother's womb!!!

Despite accepting the fact he now has a little sibling, he doesn't show up to greet you to the world. Perhaps he was still in denial? That all of this was just some dream that he's desperate mind conjured up? But still his heart beckoned him to go to you.

With swift and silent movements, Xiao entered the sleeping couple's bedroom and there he saw that small bundle of you. The way his heart welled up in pure happiness. The mere sight of you just confirms that all this is real and not a dream.

Awkward, but careful and determined, Xiao lifted your small form to his arms and against his chest.

The way you instantly cuddled into him with hand accidentally tugging his hair just sent Xiao into a pure moment of peace.

~~~

During your infant years, Xiao would always spend his time with you during the night by sneaking into the couple’s bedroom and just simply holding you close. Verr, having noticed his nightly visits to you, have even prepared your bottles of milk in case you were hungry during his visits.

The first time you cried while he was holding you, surprisingly, Xiao did not panic. He knew you were hungry and he silently thanked himself for observing mortal mothers back then. He simply took the bottle Verr had prepared and gave it to you as he began singing the very same lullaby his mother had sang to him. That’s how soft Xiao is for you.

Although there are other times when the inn was very bustling with business to the point of having Verr and her husband’s hands tied. These are the times Xiao will then just grab you from your mother’s hold with no word and take you to the balcony. With a prepared bottle in hand at that. Verr would always smile at Xiao’s retreating back.

Innocence, it’s such a pure thing honestly. While playing with you, you somehow grabbed his mask. Xiao was about to take it, in fear you would cry at its hideous look. But you never cried or whimpered. You simply toyed with it by putting it on your face or by playing its horns. Perhaps even hideous things can still have a chance at love?

Your first word came while Xiao was holding you with Verr close by preparing your baby meal and it was gēgē. You kept babbling that word over and over while tugging at his hair so happily and Xiao can only hold you closer as his body shook in silent, happy tears. Verr taught you that word *wink*.

Come toddler years and boy did Xiao’s worry for you intensifies. You were an explorer! The moment you learned how to crawl, you were going to places here and there! You almost gave your brother a heart attack </3!! Especially that time when you were crawling up the stairs on you own!!! Your exploring habits only intensified when you learned how to walk~ To tone down your exploring tendencies- Xiao would take you for small walks where your tiny, little legs can take you. It was a cute sight, the two of you walking hand in hand. You were so small~

Childhood arrived and you became a big bundle of energy. Since you’re not old enough to help with the inn, you often bothered your brother to play with you or walk with you outside. Of course Xiao will always agree with a smile.

Glaze lillies only bloom during the night yes? But oh how Xiao was proven wrong when you approached a wild lily and it instantly bloomed under the sun in your presence. The joy that shone your eyes was so prominent, it was infectious. Because of that glaze lily, that is how the two of you got into your favorite past time, story telling with your brother. 

Also, imagine that sweet moment when you showed him your missing tooth and you both laughed off how you look ridiculous without it. 

His stories were mostly vague, but they never fail to amaze you. Stories about flying cranes, about majestic stags, how Liyue was created by the Geo Archon. But never about the Yaksha, that was a truth for another time.

The time finally came when you were about to visit Liyue for the first time. It was for a physical check-up with Dr. Baizhu, Verr said. Normally, you and your mother should have left the inn a day ago because of the distance but Xiao insisted that he teleport the three of you to Liyue. That was the first time you disagreed with your brother. “But I want to see the roads and places going there!” Ah, an adventurer at heart.

Xiao crouched down to your level and ruffled your hair saying, “Sure, we can take the carriages on the way home. That way you can see the beauty of Liyue.”

But there was another thing that grabbed your interest. “But, gege, teleport? Are you like the adepti you tell me in your stories? Like they use their magic to go around places to keep us safe?” Then a fantastical idea popped in your head as you eyes shone bright! “Gege, are you an adeptus?!”

Xiao inwardly panicked and he had no words for your excited question. He didn’t expect to have you discover the truth so soon. But lying can bring him nowhere. He took a small glance at his mother, who was smiling at him encouragingly. 

“Yes. I am one, but I will tell you more when you become older okay?” The first statement made you explode excitedly then the second statement made you pout. All in a milisecond. But at the back of your head, you listed this moment to your ‘adult stuff I want to know in the future.’

“Someday, I wanna be a cool adeptus like you!” You exclaimed proudly and Xiao smiled at your aspirations, but prayed with desperation to the Archons to never make that happen ever.

But this does not stop him from showing you his anemo vision. And now, your playtime involved use of his anemo <3

Your energy was basically uncontained when you step foot in the harbor and Xiao’s eyes were only at you. Despite having familial relationships, he still detests humans to a degree, so he glares at anyone suspicious walking on your merry way.

When you arrived Yujeng Terrace after the check-up, everyone was so surprised at how glaze lillies simply bloom at your presence, especially Madame Ping. But she was even more surprised when she saw you running to someone she hasn’t seen for so long. Seeing Xiao lift you up with a smile made Madame Ping’s worries for him ease down. Coming into eye contact, Xiao simply offered her a small bow. You noticed and saw the old lady he was bowing to. You were a respectful child, so even if you had no idea who the lady was, you also gave a small, shy bow to her way.

Since this was a one-day visit, you took your sweet time exploring the harbor with your mother and brother tailing you. You often would point things out that grabbed your interest. Sometimes, you would stop at the sight of a stray cat just for you to crouch down and pet it. You even found a black cat with gold eyes and a white diamond spot on its forehead. You excitedly lifted it to your arms and showed your brother, “It looks just like you, gege!”

On the first half of the travel back home, you marveled at the nature surrounding you. You never left the window side of the carriage you road. And then the latter half came, you were snuffed out like a candle with cat cozy in your arms and you cozy in Xiao’s arms, who was also asleep. Verr had etched this moment into her memory forever. 

A/N: Might add another part? I dont know i am indecisive hahahaha If i do add some, prolly more about how you met Venti and Zhongli and your visit to your mother’s home land, Mondtsadt-- 

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