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Little Lamb - Aemond Targaryen x Reader (Chapter 2)

Aemond Targaryen x You –  Chapter 1

Word count: 6608 words

Summary: As a maiden of a noble house, it is your duty to wed well. But how will you manage to, with a curious and possessive Prince in the picture?

WARNINGS: Explicit violence, misogynistic behaviour (borderline sexist), dubious consent, no smut

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Chapter 2: Jealousy

It has been little over a month since your settlement at the Red Keep, and thankfully, you have seen little of the wayward Prince.

Aemond had been away at Driftmark, or at least that is what you think Helaena told you. To be frank, you really did not care. He was away somewhere, wherever that was, to quell some resistance (because unsurprisingly, not all are content with being oath breakers and/or serving cruel tyrants). In a way, you wish you had been brave and refused Queen Alicent’s request, as some others are refusing to pledge loyalty to the current monarchs, because you could not say that you were happy being at King’s Landing. You did feel almost at ease, but you could not help but dread whatever misfortune that is heading your way, and you had no doubt that something bad was going to happen to you. Worst of all, you knew that now, you do not have your family to protect you.

The capitol lacked the beauty and charm of your ancestral home, and you missed the wild sea, which you loved to frequent whenever you could. Contrastingly, the water at Blackwater Bay was rank, and the weather was perpetually humid. Your father’s parting words also permanently echo in your inner dialogue, especially before bed every night.

“Secure a marriage with anyone suitable as soon as possible and leave King’s Landing. There is little I can do for you now, my child.”

The remainder of the Summer Solstice Festival was uneventful, and oddly, you could not help but notice that no one would approach you at all during the final events. You opted to miss as many of the events as you could, feigning illness from the unaccustomed weather. To be fair though, you did feel sick at many of these events. Just a glimpse of the one-eyed Prince or his brothers made you feel violently ill, and you remained glued to your brother’s side, successfully deterring unwanted attention. Mostly, you kept your eyes down to your feet and remained silent. Often, you felt paranoid, as it constantly felt like you were being watched. That could not be true, could it?

Little known to you, you were garnered little physical attention during the remainder of the Festival, not because you were unnoticeable. On the contrary, after the Ball, you had become the main topic of conversation for many at the Keep. Though no one seemingly observed your interaction with the Prince on the balcony, you were seen being carried off unconscious on the arms of a Prince known for violence, and predictably, many gossiped about the events in closed quarters.

Though the Prince did not bother himself with idle tongues, he did come up with some meager excuse for his family for the event, which they accepted prima facie, because why would they not? It was none of their concern and they had many more pressing matters. Also, the Queen had become almost fond of you, well enough to turn a blind eye to any indiscretions that may or may not have occurred; and more likely, nothing had happened, because her darling Aemond would never commit any such depravity, for he has never been anything like Aegon.

Any potential suitors which your mother had entertained suddenly gone taciturn, and with your impending relocation, you chaperones chose to ignore the obvious and begin to dote on you, giving you more attention than ever had in your life. What everyone, except you, knew is that there was a silent figure behind the scenes which intimidated all noblemen at the Keep from even starting a conversation in public regarding you. Having no one to talk to, except your mother and Steffan, you felt isolated, which was not unusual, but you knew that this time, it was not you who decided these terms. You had even hoped that perhaps, an opportunity to interact with Queen Helaena would present itself. However, she was constantly busy, and you rarely got to talk to her.

Thankfully, the Festival ended quickly. At the blink of an eye, you were home at Storm’s End, packing your belongings and saying goodbye to your family. It was particularly difficult saying goodbye to your youngest siblings, who you helped raise, and they had barely reached the middle of their childhoods. They were so young and could not understand why you were leaving. You were not being wed, so why should you leave their family?

More painful however, were the despairing looks your elder siblings and parents gave you. No one uttered a word about your time at King’s Landing, for what could they say?

And so, you found yourself soon back at the capitol, alone now. The kind Queen Helaena however, tried so very hard to make you feel otherwise, and as did the lovely Queen Alicent.

Following your arduous journey, you were greeted by the female members of the Royal Family and settled into your new quarters, which though smaller, was significantly more lavish than your previous accommodations at the Keep. You also could not help but notice the stocked shelves near the wooden desk in your room, filled with countless titles which caught your eye. The title that immediately caught you eye was ‘Ruined Cities, Stolen Gods’ by a man named Vaggoro.

You were also introduced to Helaena’s children – Jaehaera, Jaehaerys and Maelor. Each was as lovely as their mother, and though they did not resemble your siblings, you could not help but feel affection towards them just the same. During the day, you found yourself spending time with Helaena and her children. Some afternoons you would be at the Gardens, playing hide and seek with the children, and on more warmer days, you would be at their chambers, sat on a daybed, reading to them about Targaryen history. Occasionally, Helaena’s brother-husband, Aegon would hastily greet you whilst visiting his children and sister-wife, but mostly, he ignored you.

It is common fact throughout Westeros that Aegon II has been different since his capture by his uncle, the now deceased Prince Daemon Targaryen. The stories about what had happened during his capture remains mystery, but what everyone accepts is that the King has become an empty shell of who he used to be. Whether that was so terrible, you could not say, as his childhood depravity was infamous throughout the Kingdom.

More often though, you would find Prince Daeron with the children and Helaena. As expected from a young Prince, he frequently skived training and history classes, spending time with the children. He would tell them lively stories of his adventures riding the she-dragon, Tessarion, and would often casually flirt with you. You did not mind it, and in a way, the young Prince reminded you of Steffon, who was similarly charismatic, frequently flirtatious, and rarely failed to lift the spirits of those he was around.

You also knew that Prince Daeron’s flirting was harmless. He was more than almost a decade younger than you, and you soon saw that he flirted not only with you and almost every lady at the Keep, but even with some boys, and rather shamelessly so. Not that it is any of your business.

And so, time gently glided by. Slowly, you started feeling at peace at King’s Landing. In a way perhaps, complacent, as you did not heed your father’s parting advice. You did not try to entertain suitors, and during the evenings (your only free time), you chose to confine yourself in your chambers, reading one of the many books in your new collection. You did not even have to bring yourself to visit the Keep’s Library, as you were satisfied with the options in your chambers. Also, you still felt uneasy about being out alone after dark, memories of the last time you had done so flooding in like a heavy current.

You found that your sweet tooth at the capitol was best satisfied by plum cakes, and you always stopped by the Royal Kitchens every morning to bashfully grab some for breakfast. You could not stomach properly eating in front of anyone except family, so you always broke your fast alone before joining the Royal Family for breakfast.

Slowly, your daily routine transpired. Although there were many other ladies-in-waiting, maids and servants at the Keep, you and Helaena’s family soon became absorbed in your own world, with its little routines. Part of your morning tasks included being the only person to set out breakfast for the Royal Family. This was so out of security precautions; Helaena did not trust anyone being left alone with you in a room filled with items that could be weaponized, and you did not mind being alone. The idle work helped keep your mind off anxious thoughts, and you let yourself get absorbed in the mundane tasks.

Perhaps that is why you did not realise that the wayward Prince was back. When you entered the dining room, expecting it to be empty, it was still dawn. The room was dim, lit by candlelight, and you had only started preparing the table. As you set down the cutlery, a clinking sound echoed throughout the room. Once done, you turned around to head back to the Kitchens, but froze at the sight of Prince Aemond, dressed casually in a billowy white blouse and black riding trousers. It had been a long while since you had seem him last.

The one-eyed Prince was leaning against the wall next to the exit, observing you with a smirk. You were dressed in a short-sleeved light blue gown, and the Prince found the contrast against your tan skin appealing, the vision intoxicating his judgment.

“Please, do not stop upon my accord.”

The Prince was in a good mood, you noted, which was unlike your first solitary encounter, and you preferred this attitude much more. Opting to maintain this mood, you forced a small smile and bowed, briskly heading towards the exit, whilst keeping your hands tightly together in front of you. You had almost managed to leave the room, but foreseeably, Prince Aemond stopped you, gently grabbing your left arm.

“What, no good morning? Am I still to receive your silent treatment?” He spoke lightheartedly with a smile. You bit your tongue, halting any haughty reply. You understood that this is simply a game for the Prince, and you decided that it was best to bore him.

“Good morning, my Prince. Welcome back,” you say in a monotonous voice, devoid of any affection.

You still keep your gaze down to your hands, which slightly irritated the Prince. As alluring you are in that position, the wayward Prince wanted you look back at him, with your memorably defiant stare.

“ ‘My Prince’ – I like that,” Aemond spoke lowly, lifting your chin to face him. “I can think of a few ways you can truly welcome me back,”

You knew that it was too early for anyone to stumble upon you, but the walls have eyes and ears here, and you knew that this would not bode well for you. The Prince, on the other hand, would be left unscathed, even if he were not royalty.

Ignoring his comment and trying to pull away, you looked back at the Prince, endeavouring to change the topic.

“I must finish setting the table before the rest of your family wake. May I request anything from the Kitchens for your breakfast?” Though you attempt to pull away, Prince Aemond still firmly holds your jaw, staring back at you with his violet eye. Ignoring your question, he responds.

“You are not as amusing so early the morning.”

“And you are not amusing to me generally,” you say defiantly, irritated with his attitude now.

Contrastingly, Aemond remained smiling, and opted to amuse himself since you were ceasing to do so. Dragging his fingers smoothly from your jaw, the Prince proceeded to trace your collarbones, which were exposed by your dress. The Prince could not help but notice how bare your chest was. You, on the other hand, had never have you regretted your choice of attire as much as you had then. But what were you to do? If you even raised your voice and someone intervened, you would be found by in a compromising position. Would it even help if you asked him to stop?

So, you chose to do nothing, letting your nerves get the better of you. You closed your eyes, hoping that by some miracle, you would be left alone, or for this moment to pass quickly.

Aemond continued to trace your collarbones, and then your chest, slowly. He was enjoying watching you squirm, and relished the moment. To say you felt helpless was an understatement. Without realising, tears escaped your eyes, which slid down your face and onto your chest.

“Has anyone told you how pretty you are when you cry?”

Opening your eyes, you see him staring at your mouth, which vexed you.

“No, but then again, most do not find arousal in the sorrow of others.”

Smiling, Aemond collected remnants of your tears with his forefinger, and tasted it, maintaining eye contact with you. Letting go of your arm, he ran his hand through your hair, softly, as he did before. Though it felt pleasant physically, the circumstances only fueled your indignation.

“I shall let you return to your duties, my lady. The children are to wake soon and will be hungry. If you think me a monster, you must yet have to see them famished.” Chuckling, he resigned to himself.

The moment he let you go, you fled, wiping your face with your sleeve, feeling slightly robbed of your dignity.

The morning quickly drifted by. The wayward Prince was absent at breakfast, much to the dismay of Queen Alicent, who had dearly missed her son. You, however, could not even remotely share the same sentiment. It was here you found out that he had only arrived shortly before meeting you, and was now asleep in his chambers.

The children bickered between themselves, Helaena ranted about her dreams, and the remaining Princes spoke amongst themselves. At one point, Prince Daeron complimented your dress, which would normally flatter you, but not today. At this point, you were ready to burn the dress.

It was an otherwise uneventful morning, and the afternoon similarly drifted by. The twins were off with Queen Helaena, having their portraits painted, and you found yourself alone entertaining young Prince Maelor.

He was a lovely, but mischievous child, and enjoyed causing harmless trouble throughout the Keep. By late afternoon, you found yourself carrying the young Prince to his chambers. After you finally caught the young boy sprinting away from a Ser Osgrey, who he had thrown mud at, exhaustion swept over him, and you decided to carry him off to his chambers and read to him before supper.

Setting the tired child down onto one edge of the emerald-toned day bed, you went off and picked up the thick brown book laying at the windowsill. The heavy book, filled with illustrations, depicted Targaryen history, and it was the unspoken responsibility of every member of the Royal Family to be well acquainted with it.

As you read aloud, Prince Maelor laid his head on your thighs and listened to you read until drifting off to sleep.

“… A modest feast followed the ceremony, and many toasts were drunk to the health of the boy king and his new queen. Afterward Jaehaerys and Alyssane retired to –”

“You have a lovely voice.”

You slightly jump, startled by the new voice. For a moment, you expect King Aegon, or even Prince Daeron, as they are the only ones aside from Queen Helaena who are permitted to enter the children’s chambers without permission. That is, apart from Prince Aemond, who now stood at the closed doorway of the room. You gently rocked the boy Prince, who began to tumble in his sleep due to your startled movement.

“Thank you, my Prince,” you softly respond, glancing at him momentarily before returning your attention to the book in your hands, although you have now stopped reading aloud.

There is a small gap on the daybed to your left, and you suddenly feel it dip. All of the sudden, you feel very warm and your cheeks flush, which the Prince immediately notices, and his lip quirks into a side smile.

“Though it flatters me, you do not have to lose your voice every time I enter the room, my lady.” The wayward Prince smoothly speaks into your ear. At this, your breath hitches. Flustered, you stare at the sleeping Prince.

“So, you are teaching our future Kings and Queen our history. Please do continue, I am sure my beloved nephew still can hear your lovely voice in his sleep. I certainly do.”

For a moment, you contemplate your potential courses of action. You could wake the boy Prince to move away, but that would not help you escape Prince Aemond, and may distress the child. You do not feel obligated to follow the one-eyed Prince’s ridiculous decree, but you also do not fancy hearing his indignant voice anymore, so you decide to read aloud anyways.

Taking in a breath, you glance down at the book again, and continue reading. At one point, you feel Prince Aemond lean his cheek against your shoulder and neck lightly, which momentarily paralyses you. But as you glance at him, you realise that he is simply staring at the book, trying to get a better view. Or at least, that is what you convince yourself, which in actuality, is untrue.

You had been reading for a long while now, and the sun is beginning to set. Though your mind drifts to wondering when the twins and Helaena would return, you knew that portrait painting was a lengthy affair, and that they would be busy probably until supper.

“… The year continued without further crisis or test as Jaehaerys and Alyssane settled in to rule. If certain members of the small council were taken aback when the Queen began to attend their meetings, they voiced their objections only to one another, and soon not even that, for the young Queen proved to be wise, well-read and clever.”

“Reminds me of someone I know,” Prince Aemond interrupted, leaning more onto you. You were now very close, and oddly, an unexplainable feeling coursed through you. Without meaning to, you looked at him, and saw a sincere expression in his face, which felt uncharacteristic. Though the comment was vague, Aemond did truly mean it, based on all of the probing he had done into your life since your arrival.

Aemond proceeded to physically detach himself from you. Facing you, he moved some of the wavy hair that had collected against your slightly damp neck, inching increasingly closer to your face.

You were about to respond, but the sleeping Prince decided to wake at that point. Feeling his stirring, you moved away from the one-eyed Prince, picking the small boy up and hugging him. You knew that Prince Aemond was closely observing you, but found yourself unphased by his stare now. In a way, you have become almost accustomed to his presence. You gently rocked the boy Prince, as he slowly woke.

“Uncle?” He voice spoke groggily first, before repeating in a more excited tone. “Uncle? You have returned!” Prince Maelor almost entirely jumped from you onto Price Aemond, which the latter embraced delightfully, picking the young boy up and spinning him around the room whilst greeting him.

If you were being honest, the sight of the long-haired blonde Prince spinning his nephew around as the warm sunset light drifted in through the window, was beautiful, and it became a memory you would truly cherish.

You had felt content for the following weeks to come. Your duties made time fly by, but as the weather slightly cooled, you started to feel better, and less overwhelmed by the foreign city.

The days passed as they always did, the only difference being the ever-needy presence of Prince Aemond. As a trusted confidant of the King, Prince Aemond was constantly busy, yet he always made time to be around Helaena and the children, and by extension, you. And this was an arrangement to the Prince’s liking, not that he was surprised, as his plans rarely go astray.

However, the cruel Prince did not anticipate one unwelcomed factor in his plan: Jayse Wylde, one of the eldest of the Jasper Wylde’s many children.

Jasper Wylde is the master of laws in his elder brother's small council, and for some odd reason, this made his heir, Jayse, feel immune to the callousness of the one-eyed Prince.

It was known throughout the Keep that you were off bounds, practically prohibited. It was clear as day that the Queens cherished your presence, trusting you with the children, and the attention Prince Aemond had bestowed upon you was unlike his public character, and many whispered behind closed doors that you were his paramour.

Unbeknownst to you, during one of the nights of the Festival, a nobleman from some northern house spoke crudely about your figure that evening, not realising that the one-eyed Prince was nearby, and to this day, no one knows where this minor nobleman is. Most speculate that he was fed to the she-dragon, Vaghar, and the Prince has not tried to dispel with these rumours in the slightest.

That is why the one-eyed Prince did not even anticipate that the cocksure Jayse Wylde, who doesn’t even reside in King’s Landing, would try to garner your attention, because surely his father would knock some sense into him, would he not?

Yet, Jayse still tried.

He first stumbled upon you on a holy day, as you left the Great Sept of Baelor alone, following morning congregation. You wore a blue dress with a black cape, and Jayse did not recognise you at first. He felt compelled to introduce himself. Though you were initially startled, Jayse was charismatic and traditionally attractive, with a tall build and dark hair. As he introduced himself, you felt at ease.

He was charming and confident, and seemed similarly pious. You discovered that he was visiting his father at King’s Landing, and was recently anointed as the new Lord of Rain House, located in the stormlands, fairly close to Storm’s End. Hearing this, a surge of longing struck you. Immediately, you practically begged him to tell you all about his life there, and soon found yourself spending the day strolling with him through the nicer parts of the capitol, pleasantly conversing. Though it could have been deemed improper for a maiden like yourself to be alone with a lord in public, he kept a respectful distance and you felt like you could trust him.

Though you are beautiful, Jayse was most attracted when you introduced yourself. The nobleman recognised your good name immediately and decided to pursue. Based on word of mouth, he knew that the Targaryens valued you immensely, but have only known you for a brief amount of time. You leaving the Red Keep should not be a difficult, given that you are a noblewoman after all, and all expect you to wed. Having you as a lady wife for himself, or even his any of his brothers, would serve immense political utility. Yes, you would be a very useful piece in this game of thrones, and your presence alone would be good protection for the House of Wylde.

And slowly, the young Wylde began courting you, not discretely, but not publicly either, which suited you well, as you did not crave unwanted attention.

He felt familiar and being with him was a promise of being closer to home and family, something you valued vastly. Conversations with him flowed easily, and he never overstepped or disrespected you. He made his intentions towards you clear, or so you believed, and you began imagining a life with him. You both came from large families, and whilst the prospect of birthing many children frightened you, the potential joy that could arise filled you with hope. As much as you loved your siblings, you felt like you lost much of your childhood raising them.

Motherhood had always seemed like a distant prospect for you, but having recently spent so much time caring for the twins and Maelor, the idea of having offspring of your own in your homeland was something you began praying for before bed.

Given your age, position, and that you lacked any guardians or wards, Jayse proceeded to court you rapidly and untraditionally. In the matter of days, you formally met his father during evening tea, and it was this meeting that alerted the one-eyed Prince.

Aemond Targaryen had become accustomed to your presence in his life, and he began looking forward to your meetings. While he found your looks and intellect attractive, he most coveted your physical presence, for it had a soothing quality. You also almost always knew when to speak and when to remain silent, and with you, the mood of the room was constantly cheerful.

Prior to your arrival, his mother was frequently anxious, and almost always in a foul mood, and his sister Helaena persistently avoided her children, leaving them to some nameless maids whilst sinking into a slow depression. With your arrival, life slowly returned back into the Targaryen family. You brought a constant stream of interesting conversation, and when silence was needed, you provided a comforting presence.

That is why your absence at just one family supper had alarmed Prince Aemond. As usual, he strolled in after everyone had begun dining, and had immediately notice a vacant seat directly across the table from him, where you normally sat. The room was duller than normal, the children bickering among themselves, and no one aside from his mother greeted him. As he sat, he could not help but notice his sister’s gloomy silence.

“Where is your Lady? I did not peg her as one who abandons her duties,” Aemond spoke in a chagrin tone.

As if snapped from a trance, Helaena glanced at her brother.

“Oh. She had kindly asked if she could miss supper today, and I did not have the heart to decline her request. She never asks for anything.”

His younger brother, Daeron, oblivious as ever, had been stuffing his face, and managed to speak before Aemond could, his mouth still full.

“Ah! I was wondering where your fair lady was. Did she say what her plans were?”

“To meet the master of the laws. One of his sons is visiting, and he wanted to introduce her before he left,” Helaena responded wistfully, pushing her plate away. The Queen Alicent was silently observed the conversation and felt dread wash over her. Aegon on the other hand, remained absently aloof, slowly eating his meal. As Helaena spoke, the children were taken out of the room by some trusted maids, sensing the rigid atmosphere.

Suddenly, Aemond’s blood began pulsing rapidly. His face would not betray his anger, if not for the flaring of his nostrils.

The Prince had been in a good mood prior to this, and to say that he felt angry was an understatement. Though he had been busy this past week, preoccupied with stragetising the quashing some stupid resistance, he truly did not anticipate that you would organise a marriage on your own so quickly. He now realises that this was never something you were incapable of.

He also did not anticipate that anyone would be foolish enough to go against him again, especially not so soon after the war.

You were quite nervous when you met the master of the laws, but Jayse continuously reassured you that you had nothing to worry about. He told you that you were intelligent, pretty and his father would be a fool to expect anything more.

What you avoided telling the young Wylde was that you worried not of bad impressions, but that his father would strike down your courting immediately, by virtue of your identity. You were not a fool, and you realised that your lack of suitors was not due to your plain appearance or your house’s lack of influence, but due to certain dragons behind the scene. This was exactly what your father discretely warned you about, you felt silly for failing to realise it for so long.

Though you felt comfortable at King’s Landing now, for how long would it last? You were not blind, and you knew that the wayward Prince had at least a remote interest in you. Even he was not in the picture, what of the possessiveness of the Queens? Though you previously fantasised living an independent life, being away from your home and family made you detest yourself for being so ungrateful and ignorant. The life of being a spinster maid now felt like an awful fate, as did becoming a mistress to Prince Aemond. It would not be possible for him to wed someone of such little affluence like yourself, not that it mattered as you knew that you were merely a temporary folly to him, and nothing more. You might as well have been a human attraction in a visiting spectacle to him.

Thankfully though, evening tea went well. The well-spoken Jasper Wylde, though incredibly misogynistic, never ceased to be polite and understanding, and conversation was as pleasant as it could be, though you definitely restrained your tongue many times. The elder Wylde asked about your father, as they knew each other. You proceeded to tell him about some of your father’s exploits, such as his recent trade deal with a Dornish merchant family. This arrangement had introduced the steady import of lavish textiles, a prospect which relieved you immensely, as it has brought in a much-needed income for the household, whose debts seemed ever growing. You also assured the patriarch that a letter has been sent to her parents, informing them of the serious courting currently occurring.

Though untraditional, Jasper accepted this. Like his son, he knew the value of having you in the family, and this process needed to be expediated as quick as possible, so as to avoid the repercussions from the Royal Family. Though Jasper is not one to take such risks, his favoured son had already started, and this was not something that could be easily returned from.

As the evening came to its decline, the council member excused himself, stating that he went to bed early. You felt satisfied with how the introduction went. As you said your goodbyes, Jayse offered to escort to your bedroom. Naturally, you accepted, and the two of you set off. As you walked, the two of you remained in comfortable silence, at least until you neared your chambers. The hall was empty, which was not abnormal as fewer noblewomen have been serving the Queens as of late, resulting in this area of the Keep’s solitude.

“Why don’t you leave with me?” Jayse’s deep voice through the hallway.

You halted, turning to look at him, wide-eyed. Though you have been an active participant, you did not have any expectations for how this courting process would proceed. You have never done anything like this, and truthfully, it still felt like a fantasy.

At the very least, your parents needed to know of this courting, and Jayse had yet to propose your engagement. However, the young Wylde would still be staying for another week, and perhaps, with at their current rate, the prospect is realistic. Surely the Queens would understand your departure. Queen Helaena’s earlier compassion came to memory, and you felt hopeful.

That is, only for a brief moment.

As you opened your mouth to respond, you were suddenly pushed aside, though not harshly. Whilst you did not fall, you felt your soul leave your body. Because in the blink of an eye, you saw a familiar long-haired blonde, pouncing on the young Wylde with no difficulty at all.

For a brief period of time, you were in disbelief of what was happening. You have read stories about violence and bloodshed daily since childhood, but this was the first time you truly witnessed it directly.

In front of you was Prince Aemond, savagely striking your suitor repeatedly, with no difficulty. Whether Jayse put up a fight, you could not say, because when you came to your senses, his face was bloody and unrecognisable. He was unconscious by the time you found your voice, and Aemond showed no indication of stopping. Though his back was facing you, the only sound in the empty hallways was his heavy breathing and a horrid cracking sound. It was this sound that snapped you into your senses.

“Aemond, please, please, stop this!” You yelled through your sobs. You did not even realise that you were crying. But the Prince did not stop, and you proceeded to repeat yourself, again and again. He would not stop however, and you did not know what to do.

You tried to wrap your arms around his waist, but instead, you were mistakenly knocked away. Aemond, blinded by his violent rage, did not even realise. But you were not one to be easily dismayed, and tried again, until you managed to wrap your arms around him. His movements were vicious, and you knew that you would be bruised, at the very least, as collateral damage. Yet you remained, hugging him tighter and begging him until he finally stopped.

You do not know when it was that he halted, but it felt like forever. As you held him tightly, he continued shaking, and you along with him. You were still sobbing, and whether the back of his shirt was damp from sweat or your tears, you could not say. But you remained that way, terrified that if you let him go, he would continue until he murdered Jayse. That is, if he survived this beating.

As the Prince’s breathing slowed, he placed his hands on yours, and unclasped you from himself, turning around to face you. You kept your eyes shut however, afraid to see the damage. You could feel the sleek wetness of the Prince’s hands, and you knew that it was Jayse’s blood, now coating your own hands.

With vehemence, Aemond grabbed hold of your jaw, and the rigid action and the coldness of his damp hands made you open your eyes in surprised. Your eyes were bloodshot, and you were still crying, but that only seemed to satisfy Aemond. Cruelly, the Prince spoke.

“Is not clear to you? How can someone so clever act so dim? What else must I do for you to understand?” Harshly pulling your face to his, Aemond continued, almost spitting his words. “Your place is here with us now. With me.”

Grabbing hold of your waist, the Prince pulled you closer, and you tried shaking your head in defiance, but failed, as Aemond tightened his grip. Moving aside, the Prince pulled on your chin, making face Jayse. The sight made you physically ill, and you immediately shut your eyes.

What you saw was no longer Jayse, but a remnant of who he physically was. Pulling you face back to his, the Prince continued, though you truly wish he had not.

“You do not belong to some fucking insolent lord of nowhere. You belong to me. What must I do for you to understand, to behave?” His words reminded you to those from the first night, and you start shaking even more profusely.

“Let it be clear without any doubt.” You suddenly felt his harsh grip on your face release, and suddenly, a soft hand caressed gently caressed your cheeks, and he changed his tone of speech into something soft, as if he were a lover whispering sweet words into your ear.

“Open your eyes, my lamb.” That stupid nickname only made you shut your eyes more tightly.

Suddenly, the Prince screamed: “Open your eyes, woman! Or perhaps I should finish what I started.”

With this threat, you opened your eyes and grasped hold of his waist again, incredibly tightly. You did this to hopefully stop him, but the Prince interpreted your actions differently. Smiling for the first time since seeing you, he hugged you, and proceeded to stroke your hair gently. The thought of Jayse’s blood in your hair made you feel even more ill, but you swallowed down anything that threatened to escape. The only thing that calmed you down was the fact that you could now hear laboured breathing coming from Jayse. He seems to be unconscious, but alive, and that is all that mattered to you at that point.

Though he still firmly held your waist, you let go of the Prince, and reached up to gently grab his face, cupping it. Aemond was surprised by this, not expecting you to calm down, but here you were, directing his attention and speaking in an even tone.

“I will do whatever you want, whatever it is that you ask for. I will not try to leave, you have my word.” Aemond truly felt like he was in heaven, hearing those words leave your mouth. Though you were sobbing no more, a tear escaped your eye. “But please, my Prince. I beg of you, please, help me bring him to the infirmary.”

Ignoring the last part of your request, Aemond stared at you with his dilated eye, and smiled sincerely, before responding.

“Anything?”

“Anything. I promise.”

The Prince proceed to bring his face to yours, nestling his nose near your left ear, while whispering.

“Tell me that you are mine.”

Swallowing your pride, you comply.

“I am yours.”

“Say it again.”

He reminded you of a child, in need of constant reassurance. You wished you could just slap him, but you were desperate, and you knew that Jayse’s life was in your hands now. You do the only thing you could think of. Tilting your head to your left, you lean forward and chastely press your lips against the Prince’s, hoping that this satisfies him. Pulling away, you feel your lips tingle, and realise that his lip was bloody. It was his own, the fresh copper taste stinging in your mouth. So Jayse did put up a fight. I’m glad.

Aemond remained silent, staring at you wide-eyed and now breathing rabidly. You feel at a loss, so you try again. This time, pressing your lips against his more harshly, you kiss him for a moment longer, before pulling away and cupping his face in your hands.

“Please, Aemond.”

Your voice was dripping with desperation, and the Prince could almost convince himself that you were begging for something else. It took significant will power to ground himself, and with a sigh, he untangled himself from you, and turned around, kneeling down to pick up the unconscious man.

“Your room is close. Leave. Have a bath. I have seen many dead men, he will be fine.”

You try to protest, adamant to go to the infirmary as well, to ensure that Jayse is treated, but the Prince quickly silences you with a harsh stare. He looked like he was about to drop the injured man, and the prospect terrified you.

In a low, warning tone, the Prince spoke.

“You promised.”

Feeling defeated, you turned and hastily leave. Before turning the corner, you glance back, and see the one-eyed Prince still watching you. All you could do now, was to trust him and hope he is being truthful. You turn, and head to your chambers, preparing yourself for a long, sleepless night.

I felt feral today and chose to neglect my responsibilities in order to draft this chapter. Hope you enjoyed! I make no promises about when the next chapter will be written, although it may be done before the season finale releases ;)

In case you also want to listen to the songs I had on repeat for the entire day today, here is my playlist for the fic! I have also posted this on AO3, incase you prefer that platform 

– Chapter 3

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond image #aemond targeryen imagine #imagine #house of the dragon #hotd #aemondtargaryen!thots #aemon targaryen x you #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond fanfiction #prince aemond #aemond the kinslayer #aemond x oc

[gh0stlyfixation]

Prince Consort

I got an ask from a anon and I lost it so here’s what I can remember of the request 😅: Simon is married to a future queen and he has to bend the knee to her kinda like in The Crown except he’s thrilled to pledge his loyalty to her. One night before the coronation the reader and him practice his knee bending making them both feel more comfortable and confident with there future changing

Warnings: none really, based off The Crown, grammar issues I bet.

Simon Riley x fem!reader

It was sudden and unexpected, your father had died. The King of your country. You run to his room, ready to shake him awake, but Simon is quick to pull you back. He knows they are preparing his body, you shouldn’t see that. Simon, you sweet, stubborn husband. The day you met him was a blessing in your life.

“Simon this is Princess Y/N,” Simon lightly curtesy’s you, and you offer him a smile. He was handsome. You knew of this soldier, Ghost wore a skull mask in battle. He was skilled no doubt, which hints at the reason he is here in front of the King and his daughter, the princess.

“Simon, your accomplishments are notable and honorable which is why we’ve invited you here tonight. We wanted to give your metal in-person, honor your sacrifices.” You say with a smile holding out a medal.

He was injured in combat, saving the lives of hundreds all by himself, and he was medically and honorably discharged. Simon didn’t know what to do with himself anymore. The military was all he did, so when the police told him the princess wants to meet him and thank him, he felt as if he did have a purpose still.

A purpose is to serve the people in some way shape or form. “Thank you, princess.” He says. He was smitten with you, he’s only ever seen you on the news or social media on the little time he did go on it. You were as beautiful as he’s seen, stunning. He knew he’d never get a chance with you, with your high status and him being a common person, but times have changed. It’s no longer the 1800s.

You took Simon on the tour of the castle, explaining its history and telling funny stories of you growing up, Simon realizes you are just as normal as he was. You’ve wanted nothing more than a true genuine connection and you had that with Simon.

You’ve kept in touch over the months, having late-night calls. Eventually, Simon asked you on a date in the safety of your gardens, then asked if you’d be his girlfriend then he asked your father for your hand in marriage, “a man like you would be perfect for our future. I give you my blessing.” The king always treated Simon with such kindness, as if he was his son, something Simon never got with his father.

But now, your world is falling apart. The simple life you and Simon led now in your country side cottage comes apart as you are officially the Queen. The talks have started about what Simons title would be, he’s been upgraded to a prince when he married you, but he couldn’t be a King because he didn’t have royal blood.

None of that matter to Simon, he didn’t care if he received the title of a prince, he only cared about you and being with you. He fell in love with you and only you, not your title, you. You were his world. After being discharged he had nothing and you gave him everything.

So now Simon sits as the practice of your coronation watching as you practice your line with the priest, “you’ll have to bend the knee to her and pledge your loyalty.” Her assistant speaks to Simon.

“Anything for her,” he says. Your assistant sees the love he holds for you and it’s something she’s never seen herself.

It’s the night before the coronation and you stare at the crown you are soon to wear. Your father, your grandmother, and many others of your relatives wore this exact crown. You huff and cross your arms, “what’s with the long look?” Simon ask leaning on the door frame shooing away a guard.

“What if this thing falls off my head?” You ask him.

Your eyes are drooping from how tired you are and he smiles, “you won’t. You are fit to be a queen.” He tells you walking up to you and wrapping his arms securely around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulders looking up at the crown with you. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be here today, retired from the military, with a royal title, and with the prettiest girl of them all. “Why don’t you try it on?” He asks you. “Practice,” he says.

“I’ve already practiced today. You were there.” You quipped back.

He chuckles, “that is true, but I haven’t been able to practice. They seem to think I’ll do fine.” Simon says.

You bend your neck enough to look up at him when he removes his chin from your shoulder, “are you nervous Simon?” You ask him.

“Nervous I’ll mess up my lines, nervous to be on tv? No, I’m perfectly fine.” He forces a smile. You giggle and look over at the throne. Carefully you grab the crown and walk towards the throne and settle into it.

You place the heavy crown on your head, “let’s practice then.” You smirk. Simon rolls his eyes but he take a minute to look how perfect you are in your chair. He walks up to you and kneels.

He grips your knee with one hand and looks up at you, “I, Simon, do become your liege man of life and limb and of earthly worship and faith and truth I will bear unto you, to live and die, against all man of folks so help me god.” (Line from The Crown, all credits to that)

The room feels stuffy as you and Simon look at one another, it’s dawned on you how important tomorrow will be. How millions will watch you be crowned queen and watch the man you love swear his loyalty to you. Simon stands, his frame towering over you as his hand touches the top of your crown he kissed your cheek and backs away while still watching you and slightly bowing down to you.

Now here you are walking down the aisle of the old church that many of your great grands walked through, your left hand holding Simon's right hand delicately as you look over at him giving him a smile to rid of his nervousness. He looks up at your emerald green crown gifted by your grandmother then back down at you giving your hand a tight squeeze and mouthing, I love you, before departing so you sit on the old wooden chair and be crowned Queen.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley imagine #mw2ghost #mw2 x reader #mw2 fanfic #ghost mw2

[lucky-draws]

bosselot ranting and raving which genuinely makes no sense and isn't worth reading ↓

something something big boss becoming a lone, paranoid figure who trusts no one because of his series of betrayals i.e. the boss' "defection", les enfants terribles, the boss' (perceived) abandonment of him in her desire for peace, kaz's involvement with cipher etc. something something when you trust no one but yourself maybe you Would have quite a fascination with someone who is your phantom/copy/double/clone/you. unlike les enfants terribles venom is the kind of "clone" that bb can forge a twisted affection for, due to his absolute loyalty and due to his being, well, him. am i about to start "shipping bbvenom" well not really i'm just pondering big boss and also, as usual, pondering my favourite phenomenon of People Who Are Identical But Not Quite. im big boss and so are you. im maria s/ilent hill and so are you. im solid and im liquid we're the stupid brothers. etc

also. sigh. basically im attempting to write a fic (who knows if it will ever see the light of day) where ocelot gives himself big boss' scar. just for fun/because he's insane. 1964: i wanted to eat the same food as him -> 1973ish: i wanted to permanently mark myself with the same scar he gave himself which also happens to be my mother's scar from birthing me etc. #justocelotthings. and big boss goes through 10000 shrimp colour stages of anger/grief/fascination/horny/acceptance in reaction to it.

and i was thinking about post pw incident where bb is beginning his shift into a much darker, closed off figure and he's full of bitterness in the wake of all his chucking-her-bandana-into-the-ocean The Boss Feelings and also his divorce with kaz. and how maybe his feelings towards ocelot (which are as insane as they've ever been due to the recent development of The Scar) are also shifting a little. up until now he's accepted ocelots promises of devotion and loyalty and he's reciprocated ocelot's affection because he does genuinely Like Him Despite Everything and they have had their weird little Thing going on for many years. but now it's like. concepts such as loyalty to the end and unconditional devotion are beginning to lose their credibility; bb questions whether even ocelot might not be his ally forever. and does BB even Want ocelot's loyalty? he's a useful person but BB never ASKED for ocelots loyalty. loyalty, devotion, subservience - these are hollow promises. he likes ocelot when he's a real human and not a soldier. he likes ocelot as his equal. one might even go as far as to say - he likes ocelot best as an extension of himself. he likes ocelot as his mirror. "you're not a snake and im not an ocelot?" wrong. we're both snakes. as you said yourself, ocelot, in a nice little scene in approximately chapter 2 (doesn't exist), now that you've given yourself that scar, "we match". we're nothing but a pair of snakes. we're red string of fate tied to each other more than ever. we're the sons of the boss; we're twin snakes. we're metal gear solid: the twin snakes 2004 developed by konami and silicon knights for the nintendo gamecube. but we're not just two snakes, we're an ourobouros. i don't just want you to pledge your loyalty to "big boss", i want you to be big boss. i want to you to live my dream, not just be an ally to it.

in actual fact maybe he is just in love with ocelot (squee!) but this is big boss we're talking about so. he is literally a weapon he is war itself he's the war machine he's a soulless dead fish of a man. and either destroying or assimilating everything in his path forever is kind of his whole theme. and ocelot as a literal child of the battlefield will never escape it either. so they both just blow up and go to hell forever.

OR DO THEY. maybe bb is actually like wow everyone is betraying me the boss has abandoned me and ive abandoned her except never entirely even if i did throw her bandana into the sea in a moment of rage ive still got this scar on my chest. and so does ocelot because he's insane about me hm to be honest maybe i should just Give Up War and we can both retire and live on a ranch together forever the end.maybe that's actually what happens. life could be dream.

also please god let me find a job soon ive been unemployed for 7 months this is what happens when i don't have a job it gives me the time to think about bosselot until my brain melts and oozes and i start writing very long incomprehensible posts on my art blog at 3pm which does nobody any good. sigh

#ok im going to go do my real life tasks now. phew

[yanderes-galore]

Heyo, if you’ve played Ocarina of Time, could I request a yan Ganondorf with a reader who is Zelda’s older sister.

Maybe reader was present during Ganondorf pledging loyalty to the king and treated him and his people fair, and tried to convince Zelda he wasn’t as dangerous as she thought.

Of course, when Ganondorf took over, she had to flee and go into hiding because reader had an even larger target on her back than the other two triforce bearers.

Did some research, I'll see what I can do. Not much out there for the Gerudo king, sadly. 😔

Yandere! Ganondorf with Zelda's Sister! Darling

Concept - Ocarina of Time

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Darling is referred to as a sister and Princess, Obsession, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Implied forced marriage.

- Having someone like you believe in everything he said made Ganondorf think his plan would be easy.

- You were present when he leaned in front of your father, pledging his loyalty.

- You even came up to him afterwards with a smile.

- "It is nice to meet you, Ganondorf. I hope to treat you and your people with respect. Even if my younger sister does not share the same sentiments...."

- Ah, your younger sister....

- Princess Zelda.

- You were the eldest child of the royal family, a being of kindness and beauty.

- Too kind for your own good, perhaps.

- That exact same kindness and sweet words is exactly what seals your fate with the Gerudo king....

- He's a master manipulator and always manages to get you on his side.

- He'll hear you and Zelda arguing at some points, smiling when you defend him.

- "You don't understand, (Y/N)! The prophecy says he's a monster!"

- "You and your prophecy nonsense! He's a good man, leave him alone!"

- If only you listened to your sister....

- But how could you have known?

- Ganondorf made sure to be extra careful with manipulating you to his side.

- Even the king thought of giving him your hand in marriage.

- You got along so well with each other!

- He managed to look so genuine towards you.

- You weren't even a Triforce bearer but he still found himself falling for you.

- You were a beauty he wished to have... to take and claim as his.

- He was not expecting your kindness to reflect on him when you were around.

- You two seemed like you'd never part.

- Then Ganondorf managed to get in power through Link opening the sacred realm in the Temple of Time.

- Zelda was safely escorted by Impa luckily, you also managed to flee on your horse.

- A disappointing feat to Ganondorf.

- You ran away from him?

- Didn't you trust him?

- Why would you ever want to leave when you were so nice to him?

- As the years ticked on and the Hero of Time rested, you hid from the Gerudo king.

- Someone you once considered and ally or even a friend.

- Turned out to be a monster just like your sister said.

- Now here you were, hiding away where you thought no one would find you.

- Turns out you were wrong, Ganondorf had eyes everywhere.

- Eyes that were looking out for a specific princess who failed to hide herself enough.

- Soon you'd be brought back to Hyrule Castle, except this time it's cloaked in darkness and no longer felt like your home.

- Who's waiting within?

- Ganondorf, the one who betrayed you and your family.

- "I've been waiting for you, princess."

- The beast says with a grin.

- "Long time no see. A good king would wait for his queen, right?"

- You say nothing, not even when he pulls you closer and rests a palm on your cheek.

- "What? You no longer want to side with me as your king?"

- You're then forced to look at him.

- Those demonic eyes glaring at you in irritation.

- You had a feeling he'd never let you go as long as you were alive.

- "You don't have a choice anymore, (Y/N)."

#yandere legend of zelda #yandere ganondorf #yandere ocarina of time

[blackjackkent]

OK, back to Hector adventures. Everyone seemed to like the ouchie drabble from yesterday. <3 Hector is fundamentally, after that conversation, in a pretty rough place emotionally, so what better person to talk to than Lae'zel, who is ALSO in a pretty rough place emotionally.

"It is done. There is no going back. As long as the Undying Queen reigns, I am never to soar unbound over the Astral Sea, never to cross the One in the Void."

Her voice is low and hoarse and very tightly controlled. "As it should be. Better a short life built on truth than immortality woven of lies. Better to unite the githyanki under a prince who would free their minds and honor their bodies."

A pause. Her eyes flick away from him into the middle distance with a sudden flash of frustration. "So why do I feel so bitter?"

Hector is silent for a moment or two, considering. There is some relief, he feels, in considering Lae'zel's struggle rather than his own. And he would help her, if he can. But she is complex - one of the most complex people he has ever known.

[INSIGHT] Consider Lae'zel's past and present. What is the true source of her resentment?

Narrator: Vlaakith has upended Lae'zel's whole existence. Everything she knew to be true, every plan and aspiration she ever held, has been painfully ripped away. Lae'zel's bitterness is born of sadness. She is mourning the loss of the person she once was, and can never be again.

Hector draws a slow breath and lets it out. A sad, rueful smile touches his lips. Who would have thought, when we met, that I would see so much of myself in you?

He understands that feeling all too well. He has been feeling it very strongly himself of late - the knowledge that he has been changed fundamentally by this journey and will never be able to go back to the simple life of books and faith that once consumed him. He is a traveler in dark places now, which will be darker still when Karlach is gone...

"You're grieving the future you'll never have," he says gently. "Vlaakith took everything from you."

Lae'zel gives him a look of mild surprise, her head cocking a little to one side. "How well you've come to know me," she murmurs thoughtfully. A pause, and then her shoulders square, her back straightening. Her eyes are fixed on him, and he feels a flash of warmth as he realizes that after so many months of her considering herself above him... she takes strength from his presence now.

"But in truth," she goes on firmly, "she didn't take everything. I have what I have gathered for myself. I'm moored to a new regent, a new land, and new allies. Vlaakith cannot unmake she who no longer exists."

Her fists clench at her sides. "And so from the old battle cries is birthed another: Ch'mar zal'a Orpheus. Mha stil'na forjun inyeri! Orpheus's will above all! May the Comet blaze my path forward!"

Hector raises one eyebrow with a slight frown. Lae'zel, he has come to realize, is a woman who identifies herself by a place in a hierarchy; for all the dominant aspects of her personality, she feels she needs a leader to follow. Vlaakith was a false god, but there is no certainty that Orpheus is anything better. They know nothing of him at present - except that he is not Vlaakith.

"You've been quick to pledge yourself to Orpheus's cause," he says carefully. "What about your own needs and wants?"

"Orpheus's freedom *is* my want and my need," she snaps back. "To deny his freedom would be to deny my own." Perhaps he is imagining it, but he thinks he sees a flicker of uncertainty, quickly suppressed. "There will come a time when I can think about myself beyond the lich queen who enslaves the githyanki and the prince who would liberate them. But that time won't come until the Prince of the Comet flies again."

Hector nods slowly. As with so many things lately - these aren't decisions that he can make for her. But he will be keeping an eye on this new loyalty of hers, because he feels very certain that it would not be hard for her capacity for loyalty to be taken advantage of again.

#bjk plays baldur's gate 3 #hector carlisle #this is a group of very emotionally healthy people with very good and healthy coping mechanisms #for sure

[kobedivision]

Relationship: Family - Max Soukoku

Hyūga Araki † - Max’s father. A sociopath with an unspecified occupation and a complete disregard to everything except his “wife.” They may be related by blood but Hyūga was nothing like a father to Max, in fact, their “relationship” was akin to an abusive owner and their pet. He barely acknowledged Max’s presence and when he did, it always lead to something horrible, to say that Max hated him was a complete and gross understatement. He died via decapitation from a hatchet.

Marie Clover † - Max’s mother. A once vibrant and lively woman was now a husk of her former self, she was never allowed outside and was kept to the confines of the cabin she trapped in. Despite living together, Max was forbidden from making any contact with her so he often sneaked around to be with his mother. Marie thought of Max as her whole world and loved him unconditionally…until she didn’t. She died via suffocating from being choked to death.

??? - Max’s half brother. Despite having only met once, he has no idea who he is or anything about him. He quickly forgot about him later on, unbeknownst to the both of them that they will meet again down the line.

Hunter (5 Years Old) - Max’s pet wolf. When Max was 13, he found an injured wolf in the forest and after quickly gaining its trust, healed it from drying. Ever since then, Hunter’s been completely loyal to Max, he acts as both a faithful companion and a fierce protector, Max loves him dearly and tends to spoil him quite a bit, often bringing him lots of meat.

“Black Suit” (?? Years Old) - Max’s mentor and head of “The Commission” organization. A man said to be “Death Incarnate”, if you find yourself on the wrong end of his weapon, you’re in for a fate worse than death. He’s someone who you do not want to be in his clutches, especially if you have a target on your head. Details of their first encounter are fuzzy at best and completely forgotten at worst but Max has pledged his complete loyalty towards him, dutifully following his orders. Max had only seen his face once.

“Candymare” (17 Years Old) - One of Max’s partners and fellow proxy for “The Commission”. A quiet girl with a huge sweet tooth and an addiction to candy and blood, she often mixes blood with her sweets, something that Max finds disgusting but doesn’t say anything due to not wanting a knife in his throat. They’re on neutral terms, they don’t talk to each other much but can work together well on jobs.

“Ravage” (19 Years Old) - Max’s other partner and fellow proxy for “The Commission”. A cocky, arrogant boy who lives for the thrill of the kill and often finds pleasure in his victim’s suffering. He loves bullying Max, often making fun of his inability to feel pain, his rather primitive nature, and his longing for someone who doesn’t know he exists. The only thing that’s stopping Max from outright killing him is the wrath of “Black Suit” but that doesn’t stop him from getting into fights with him almost every time they’re in the same room.

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #max soukoku #headcanons #family #picrew

[percontaion-points]

OVE chapters 23 & 24

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Chapter 23

So how long had Benedikt been lingering outside the alley, listening to their conversation?

Chapter 23 summary: Juliette’s grand plan is to use his sister as bait. Once Roma comes looking for Alisa, Juliette tries to tell him that there’s a mole in the whites, and she thinks that it’s the blackmailer. And then they delve into their shitty personal feelings, which it’s already been determined that I don’t give a hoot about. This quickly leads to them getting into a physical altercation, with Roma being the shittiest person that you can even imagine. Which… hey. If I didn’t care about their feelings, I can’t even begin to tell you how little I care about this. 

But then Juliette gets badly hurt. Roma orders Alisa to go to xyz safehouse to get medical supplies. Alisa insists that Juliette needs to go to the hospital, but as Roma points out, it wouldn’t look good for either of them, no matter which hospital they end up at. He tends to her, proving that he doesn’t hate her as much as he keeps insisting. 

As he does this, Juliette tells him that the whites have been infested with communists. Except Roma doesn’t believe her, since the whites are as anti-commie as anybody. Which is kind of besides the point right now… IT’S WHY THEY’RE A FUCKING SECRET SECT. She goes on to say that she’ll hand over the Scarlet notes and everything, even though she doesn’t have permission to do so. You’d think he’d jump at the chance, but whatever. She insists that this is helping everybody, and that the cure shouldn’t simply be for the scarlets, and stopped by greed. He finally agrees after he finishes patching her up. 

Alisa then says that Juliette needs to go, since there’s some Russians coming over. Before she leaves, she makes plans to meet up with him later to get him the stuff.

After she leaves, Roma gets angry, but it’s more of a frustration than anything. He says that they should have stayed in the other city, because it was so quiet there. He misses that quiet. He muses for a while that he wishes that he’d been born to anybody else. 

As they leave, they realize Ben had been standing there, listening to their conversation. 

Chapter 24

She wanted to guess that Rosalind was just being spiteful, that Rosalind thought it unfair Juliette could collaborate with Roma without consequence while she had to sneak around with her lover.

Exactly what part of this doesn’t look like Juliette is sneaking around with Roma? Because Juliette had to stage a kidnapping in order to talk to Roma. JFC I’m done with the shitty drama for the sake of drama in this book. 

“Do you not remember Lourens’s serum? In all this time, I have half expected one of you to realize the truth. Marshall Seo is alive.”

Chapter 24 summary: The chapter starts by reminding the readers that work conditions sucked for the common folk in the 1920’s. I don’t fucking care.

Marshal watches as Ben runs around the city, doing errands for the gang. This serves literally no point whatsoever. 

Juliette meanwhile goes to her clandestine meeting with Roma to help him “steal” the scarlet’s research. She says that they have to wait for Kathleen to show up and distract Tyler. That he’s been living in the apartments there, paranoid that the whites would try to steal their research. Which is fair, considering what’s about to happen. Juliette explains that they intend to put it into the local water supply so that everybody can get it at once. But only into the water around the scarlet territory, and nothing more As I keep saying, because they’re shitty people who don’t care about the suffering of others. She goes on to say that those who seek immunity must pledge their loyalty to the scarlets; this was all Tyler’s idea. (Although, what’s to stop them from simply drinking from the well in scarlet territory? Literally nothing.) 

Rose randomly shows up, and is angry at Juliette working with Roma. Despite the fact that she herself admitted not even two days earlier that she had a boyfriend in the whites. Juliette tries to tell herself that Rose is simply jealous, but I’m not buying it. Rose quickly leaves after that, proving that the author only introduced her in the scene simply for the sake of padding and causing unnecessary drama. 

After that, Juliette leaves to distract Tyler, and Kathleen and Roma start talking about the feud. She talks about stopping it, but like… she does realize that she’s talking to the guy whose first response was “Oh no, despite the fact that I was with Juliette for the past two days, I’m going to blame her for the death of this child!”? The entire thing is so stupid and unnecessary. Juliette then starts to yell at Tyler upstairs, so the two of them break into the lab and take the papers. 

They run out of there, but Kathleen stays behind to distract Tyler, whom Juliette had tied up. Why is she so fucking STUPID?! WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT?! 

But as Juliette and Roma run, they’re set upon by Ben, who is bitter and angry, and another part of the feud problem. After knocking Roma out, Ben then points a gun at Juliette. She blurts out that Marshall is still alive. 

#These Violent Delights series #Our Violent Ends #Chapter 23 #chapter 24 #Juliette Cai #Roma Montagov #Alisa Montagova #Ben Montagov #Tyler Cai #Rosalind Cai #shitty people are shitty #i'm done goodbye #double standards #not everything is about you #priorities: get some #Marshal Seo

[godsofhumanity]

Iapetus 30 day HCs

Hi its tumblr noob anon with *gasp* EARLY 30 DAY HCs on iapetus?? Wow what is this character development anyway im free now so i'll do iapetus's HCs early. You're welcome iapetus

- i think iapetus would have short golden blonde hair, but styled in a short(?) and not so spiky mohawk LOLOL. I'm really influenced by vans' iapetus and general titan HCs (omg legit man vans ur titan hcs are *chef's kiss* legit they give me so much serotonin <3 <3 <3) so i think this would fit iapetus's street smart and prankster personality. I think he would be around average height and his eyes would be either blue or golden

- iapetus and cronus were the terror twins and always gave oceanus a hard time, but i HC that iapetus was the chief troublemaker of the two. Cronus mostly preferred to plan pranks and be less of the centre of attention than iapetus, while iapetus was always his executioner or right hand man, which fits nicely with his epithet "the piercer". Also sometimes rhea would join in too. I also HC that iapetus really likes rap and hip hop (or whatever equivalent they had back in the day) and would have solo rap performances (sometimes with rhea beatboxing) whether his family liked it or not. I really like this rockstar HC i have of iapetus LOL it really fits with his epithet "the piercer" lol u go iapetus u punk rockstar. Anyway another thing "the piercer" reminds me of is prozd's archibald skit where he's like "i think the enemy got THE POINT" while thrusting his spear at the enemy its really funny guys y'all should check it out 

- iapetus's defining characteristic is his loyalty. He's like a highly ranked and beloved gang member (lol), utterly devoted to his baby brother cronus and his cause (although he treats cronus like a big brother LOL). He's cronus's right hand man and will always be by his side and stick by him no matter what. Iapetus also was not ambitious at all, and was content to stay at his brother's side, working for and with him. It brought him the most happiness and contentment. I think out of all of the titans, he was the one who truly believed in the concept of a family the most. Although he sometimes didn't get along with some of his family members such as themis and mnemosyne, he truly believed that families should stick together through thick and thin and support each other no matter what. To him, betrayal was the worst crime anyone could commit.

- iapetus's wife is asia/clymene, an oceanid. I think bcos he's so family-oriented, he couldnt see his siblings as anything other than his brothers and sisters so he had to marry someone outside of his family LOL. Anyway I HC that maybe one day iapetus was hanging by some river or lake or something or swimming in the water and clymene was like what are u doing here this is my home get ur dirty ass out of my house (get out of my swamp LOLOLOL) and then iapetus starting rapping and singing and it really charmed clymene LOL and so they got together. Good for clymene tho bcos i think out of all the (male) titans, iapetus would probably be the best father out of the lot

- regarding his kids, iapetus and clymene loved all of them dearly. Iapetus would definitely instill them to be loyal, especially to their friends and family, while also teaching them street smarts and craftiness to get out of tight spots. Clymene, however, would teach them to be their own person and instead of blindly following someone, they should be able to decide things for themselves and choose who or what cause they wanted to follow or devote themselves to or not at all.

- now we get to the depressing part... the titanomachy. Of course iapetus supports cronus with all his heart and strength and might. He's his brother, he's family, and most of all, he's his best friend. Iapetus probably doesn't agree with cronus's methods of devouring his children, especially now that he has his own kids, he can't imagine doing that to his own children, but he can definitely respect, admire and feel immense gratitude to cronus for the sacrifices that he made for them, the titans. Cronus had always been a natural born leader, and iapetus could not help but feel an immense respect, love and adoration for him, bcos although he did horrible things, he did those terrible things for them. This is why iapetus chooses to fight for, with and alongside cronus even until the end, and even though they would eventually lose and get thrown into tartarus, he would always do it again and again for his family and for his brother. (this is like achilles and patrocles but without the homoerotic subtext. Move aside homoerotic achillesXpatrocles, purely philia and storge iapetus+cronus coming through. LOLOL but honestly we need more purely intensely intimate platonic or familial relationships in media)

- although some of iapetus's children (atlas and menoetius) fought for cronus with him, his other children (prometheus and epimetheus) would instead fight for zeus. Iapetus would have felt incredibly hurt and betrayed by prometheus and epimetheus, especially prometheus as they both share the same craftiness and iapetus knows that prometheus would have planned this betrayal for a long time. Iapetus would have been so taken aback and horrified. How could his children, whom he has loved and cherished and taught all he knew, turn his backs on him and their family? How could they be disloyal? I think the disappointment, grief, shock and anger would have torn iapetus apart. He would have probably expelled prometheus and epimetheus violently, and would have very nearly disowned them (thankfully he just stopped short of disowning them though, but in that moment, his entire world came crashing down in a shower of rage, betrayal, pain and despair)

- the truth was that prometheus was actually the best blend of his parents. He inherited iapetus's loyalty, cunning and craftiness, but he also took clymene's teachings to think for himself to heart. In the end, prometheus became a noble trickster who was loyal to his own cause, similar to hermes (which is why he becomes so big of a threat to zeus later when he acts on his own accord and defies zeus by stealing fire) (by the way, i'm not sure if clymene supported cronus or zeus, but i think she would have mostly remained neutral, and mostly just tried to reduce the punishments for her children and husband (although that didnt really work too well, but atlas got to hold up the celestial sphere, so maybe that's better than being thrown into tartarus for all eternity)

- anyway, after reflecting in tartarus for some time, iapetus would eventually forgive prometheus and epimetheus. He would come to realise that although he himself would forever be loyal to cronus no matter what, you cannot force loyalty and he cannot make his children devote themselves to cronus's cause. He understands that just as iapetus feels so much love and loyalty to cronus and always consciously chose to follow him (iapetus never blindly followed cronus, he always made his own decisions and always chose cronus), his children would find their own things that they would love and devote themselves to and be loyal towards. He cannot force his children to be devoted towards the same things that he is. In this way, iapetus comes to forgive his children.

- overall, i think iapetus emerges from the tragedy that is the titanomachy with his personality traits largely unchanged, but more mellowed and with a greater understanding and acceptance of his children.

- (i'm mostly done, but i have this one HC that i think would be cool) I HC that iapetus, being his charming self, would play with cerberus and be kind to him, eventually winning cerberus's trust. This would lead to iapetus eventually winning over hades's favour, leading to iapetus being able to secure monthly(?) visits from his wife and unpunished children (and maybe even the other titans who went free). I think that iapetus made up with prometheus and epimetheus before prometheus got punished by zeus (big L). When iapetus got wind of his son's cruel punishment, he raged and campaigned so hard for his son's freedom to hades that hades told zeus, who eventually gave heracles permission to set him free during his 12 labours.

WOW IM ACTUALLY DONE NOW. i think that iapetus has really become my favourite (male) titan, together with mnemosyne (whom i developed some interesting HCs for last night. Lets hope i will remember them by the time mnemosyne's 30 day HCs roll around). Honestly i really feel that iapetus is really an all-around great guy. If only cronus hadnt wrecked all of that (goddammit cronus u really either die a hero, or u live long enough to see urself become the villain). But ultimately, cronus and iapetus are really blessed to have each other for company in tartarus, especially cronus. U really don't deserve iapetus man

#submission #reading this was so trippy because some of ur ideas are literally exactly the same as me and the way you write ''lololol'' is literally me #so i keep thinking i'm the one who wrote this LOL #i love you anon ur so great and so committed to these ideas < #*<3 #when u wrote about iapetus being loyal to kronos till the end it made me think about my AU #i wrote about kronos actually confessing that he ate his kids to iapetus but instead of being horrified #iapetus is more just amazed at how committed his brother has been to the titans #and he feels like there's nothing he can do except pledge his loyalty to this invincible and unrelenting god of gods #so iapetus actually doesn't get angry with kronos. he thanks him and at that point iapetus knows he'll never leave kronos' side #and then the boys have a maniacal laugh about it like the psychos they are #and rhea's standing outside unbeknownst to them and she hears the whole thing #and she's horrified about iapetus' reaction and she's just like ''yep. i'm going to die here'' #anyways.. i love that scene a lot because i love the kronos-iapetus brotp #i think they're such complex characters and it's so interesting to explore their backgrounds and their stories #i have some different thoughts to you about him being in tartarus but i definitely agree with iapetus being loyal 4 eva to kronos. #30 day hc #anon #anonymous

[phoenixyfriend]

Time Travel ft. Leia and Vader

(Helped by @atagotiak)

I was reading a bunch of different time travel fics, and my brain slotted in that one "Vader hands over the Empire to Leia and is now her most devoted sycophant" dynamic and mixed it with the "Luke and Vader time-travel and Vader does the right thing but only because it would make Luke sad if he didn't."

I landed on "Leia time travels to prequels era, but her least favorite family member has also traveled with her, though it takes him a few months to find her because he has less resources without the entire Imperial Navy, but he's still a scary Sith in all black with a breathing mask and intimidating cape."

"Tiny angry lady who wants to force democracy and her giant Sith father whom she hates but has resigned herself to pointing at threats like a tank who inexplicably loves her" is a delightful dynamic.

The first few months included a lot of concern about "why do you know so much about Sith if you're not trained or looking to be one" and then Vader shows up and calls her 'daughter' and she insults him and it's like "Oh. That explains it."

Council Member: We have a Sith in the Temple. Vader: Former Sith. Leia: Listen. He is your best chance against Sidious. Also, do you want Dooku dead? Vader can make him dead. Council Member: Your father i-- Leia, scrunching up her face: Don't call him that.

Like Leia is deep in conversation when the Temple starts panicking because Vader just. Showed up? He snuck in, somehow? So Palpatine wouldn't catch him on video entering through the front door? And people try to keep her away from the trouble, because there's an entire array of Jedi Masters to deal with this Surprise Sith, except she can sense exactly which Sith it is and once she shouts "oh you have got to be kidding me!" she just starts running and, well, it's Leia. Nobody can stop her.

(Leia does have less combat training, at least less force-assisted combat training, than the Jedi. But then the Jedi don’t want to hurt here here. She's not fighting her way down, either, she's just running really fast and all the best fighters already left. They had a head start. So Leia's mostly running past random padawans and the like.)

She shoves her way to the front of the group of Masters who. Well, they're certainly ready to attack. But Vader is just standing there. Doing nothing. Still intimidating as fuck but he's not doing anything.

And then Leia bursts onto the scene like "You motherfucker."

She hits her head on a clipboard and whines because UGH he's a walking WMD and they could REALLY use him against Palpatine but also. She hates him so much.

She tries to hand him off to the Jedi council but he insists that he will only take orders from Leia herself.

Jedi: Wait, what. Leia, completely ignoring them: Did you follow me here? Vader, through the mechanical wheezing: I have no loyalty to my master and no empire to serve. You are all that I have left. Leia: Me? Me? I'm all that you have left? You committed a genocide that killed all the family I had except for the twin brother you later mutilated! Jedi: Wait what Vader, going to one knee: I pledge my loyalty and blade to you and only you, daughter. Leia, ready to explode: I. I just. Jedi, some of whom really want to say things but are slowly realizing that they just accidentally acquired a Sith Lord by proxy: What. Leia: I hate you so much but I can't even get rid of you, you're too useful. Vader: I live to serve. Leia: Yeah. Got that. Fuck. Someone get him a full medical rundown, I don't know the last time that mess of a life support system was updated. Jedi, agitated again: WHAT Leia: Listen, I don't like him, but I'm not stupid enough to throw away the second most dangerous person in the universe when I can point him at the most dangerous person in the universe. Especially not if he's going to listen to me. Jedi: But... he's a Sith. Leia: Please trust me when I say this: you might be able to take him down eventually, but he will take dozens of you down with him, and right now he's... honestly, I'm pretty sure he's more depressed than malicious. Jedi: You hate him. I can feel it. Leia: Yes, but I can be professional about it. Vader: They have not yet d-- Leia: Nope! No talking! Not until I've had a chance to process this mess!

There is a whole lot of Leia snapping at Vader to stop it whenever he starts giving off vibes like he wants to take the most violent shortcut possible.

She is not the gentle hand that Luke would be.

Leia isn't a Jedi or working for them but she's wormed her way into being an ally. They don't 100% trust her, especially not with Vader just showing up and declaring her family but like

How do you say no to a WMD walking into your house and saying "I will fight the monster you cower from at night."

There's a lot of Leia snapping off an admonishment that sounds just a little too odd and then when questioned she just says "He knows what he did."

tbh I'm not sure how long it takes for them to tell anyone that Anakin is Vader. They might hold it off in hopes that Anakin can just retire to be Mr. Amidala after the war is over.

Well, Leia hopes. Vader just lets Leia make that call and then glowers at his younger self every time they're in the same room.

I do feel like Leia tells Obi-Wan the truth first

Imagine. Imagine a Vader who’s past still isn’t known. But has gotten somewhat comfortable around the Jedi (not really but the bar for what counts and comfortable for him is low). And Obi-Wan habitually banters with darksiders, right? If Vader’s guard is down for a moment and he, without thinking, references an inside joke...

Might be the most fun in terms of ways to tell Obi-Wan "We're time travelers and Vader is what happens if you let Palpatine drive Anakin off the edge"

If Vader has decided to pledge himself to her orders after destroying her planet, then fine. She can work with that. She's not going to be happy about it, but she can make it work.

The Jedi Temple hates having Vader anywhere nearby but he is actually very good at hiding himself from people, including Palpatine And for all that Leia seems perpetually irritated with her apparent bodyguard, he does seem to listen to her.

Jedi council: We still haven't figured out how to handle Dooku Leia: Do you know his location? Jedi council: Yes. Leia: [sigh] Leia: Vader, deal with it. Alive if possible.

(Leia does need to clarify an acceptable level of violence against the people protecting Dooku.) (She needs to clarify... many things.)

Leia always says "Vader" and one time a poor fool just asks why she doesn't call him dad and she snarls out "He is not the man that raised me, and I am glad for it."

Someone less foolish later prods more compassionately and she lets them know she was adopted and didn't properly meet Vader except in passing until she was nineteen.

"And then he tortured you." "And then he tortured me, yes." "Damn." "Didn't even find out we were related until a few years later when he chopped my brother's arm off." "You... wow." "I know."

At least one exchange that is L: You mean when you tortured me? A: He did what. V: I was not aware of our relation at that time. L: Not the point! I am fully aware of your interrogation methods and I refuse to let you be the one to acquire the evidence for-- A: Wait no go back he tortured you? L: Move on, please, we already have. A: That means I'm... oh Force, I'm going to torture my own daughter what in the actual fu-- L: We're moving on.

(“I end up torturing my own daughter” If Leia’s feeling especially spiteful I can see her saying “you mutilate your own son too”)

Concept: Leia is very free with traumatizing details of her past re:Vader and Anakin thinks that it sucks but doesn’t think much of it bc Sith. And then some time later he finds out...

(I love characters who use the traumatizing details of their past to shut down conversations.)

It's such a wonderfully horrifying concept for him to try to awkwardly comfort this girl he kind of knows because having a Sith for a dad sounds like it would suck and Leia seems nice, even if she's kind of weird and uncomfortable around Anakin, but he saw her flinch around a few other tall people wearing black robes the way she stiffens around Vader so maybe it's just that!

It is not.

Vader does get a significant amount of medical treatment. Including a bunch of "holy shit, that's a lot of drugs" and similar. There is so much lightning damage.

hnnng I'm just really in love with the image of Tiny Tiny Leia sitting behind a desk for some fancy negotiation, the picture of professionalism, while Vader just stands behind her shoulder, looming, glaring expressionless death at whoever came to speak with his baby girl.

Not that he would call her that, because she'd just hate him more and he's really not sure how to fix that problem, other than doing whatever she asks with no complaints and hoping she appreciates it.

Vader: [looks at children wandering by, has complicated emotions] Leia, tired of his shit: What now? Vader: I killed them, once. Leia, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath: And you're not going to do that again. No killing children. Vader: I know that. Leia: Great. I am... regretting asking. I am so very much regretting asking.

I do really like the idea of someone asking Leia once if she wants Jedi training and she says, no, actually, she's fully aware of the fact that she's angry little ball of hate sometimes, especially towards her bio father, and she'd like to refrain from putting herself in a position where she knows enough about the Force to Fall. She wouldn't Fall. But it does make people shut up.

#leia organa #princess leia #Darth Vader #Anakin Skywalker #obi wan kenobi #star wars #time travel #Phoenix Posts

[barbarab1707-blog]

About Dany the Dragon, chains, and how Jon sealed his fate at the Dragonpit meeting

Daenerys is a dragon. I think no one can argue with that. She calls herself the Mother of Dragons, people call her the Dragon Queen. 

She also sees herself as a dragon, as per this:

And this:

Olenna even tells her: “You’re a dragon, be a dragon” which is also the “counsel” Missandei gives her before her death, “Dracarys” (=be a dragon).

And at the end the showrunners show us this:

Dany has finally completely embraced her inner dragon.

How does this tie in with the Dragonpit meeting? Well, this scene is full of foreshadowing of what is bound to happen in season 08, especially regarding Dany the Dragon and Jon’s fate.

Before the dragonpit meeting, we have this piece of dialogue: “Dragons don’t understand the difference between what’s theirs and what isn’t. Land, livestock, children. Letting them roam free around the city was a problem.”

So, dragons don’t make the distinction between what’s theirs and what isn’t. Dany being a dragon, she is the same. 

Which is shown by this (land):

Dany not making the difference between which lands belong to her or not, could be further illustrated when Dany tells Jon this in s08: “what happens when they demand you press your claim and take what’s MINE.” She considers the 7 Kingdoms to be hers, when they are, by right, Jon’s.

This (livestock):

And this (children):

The second part of the sentence about letting dragons roam free is more important though. The Dragonpit was built in order to contain the dragons and control the damage they could do. 

In Dany’s case, what prevents her doing too great a damage, what controls her inner dragon and prevents it to “roam free” are her counsellors. They are her Dragonpit if one could say. Jorah, Barristan, Tyrion, all helped at one point or another to stop her unleashing her inner dragon, which manifests as anger. They also all failed at one point or another.

From the beginning of season 04, Dany herself started slowly slowly fearing her inner dragon, her own power and anger, which coincided with the moment where she started fearing her children’s power and wildness. This culminated with her locking and chaining Rhaegal and Viseryon in s04e10 and thus, trying to repress her nature.

However, trying to repress her nature didn’t seem to work all that well for her.

Besides, while his brothers were in chains, Drogon was still “roaming free”, which could mean that, as much as Dany tried to repress her impulsive and prone to anger nature, she still couldn’t fight it completely. Something that is confirmed when she feeds Meereenese nobles to the still chained Rhaegal and Viseryon mid-season 05, after Barristan’s death which angered her. 

Moreover, at that point of time, she doesn’t have anyone to keep her in check anymore, as Jorah is in exile, and Barristan is dead. Instead, she has Daario and Missandei encouraging her to embrace her inner dragon. Dany starts reconciling with it when she escapes the fighting pits on Drogon’s back. She is free again to be who she is. She embraces again her inner dragon when she burns the khals and takes over the khalasar (something that isn’t hers to begin with but feels entitled to have).

She wants to go full on dragon when she makes that speech to Tyrion when she returns to Meereen:”I will crucify the masters, I will set their fleets afire, kill every last one of their soldiers and return their cities to the dirt. That, is my plan.” Tyrion, who has taken Jorah’s and Barristan’s vacant positions, manages however to temper her first impulse. 

But, it’s interesting to note that he was the one to set Rhaegal and Viseryon free from their chains which was 2 episodes prior to her unleashing her anger on the khals.

Tyrion freeing them from their chains is interesting on a symbolic level and as foreshadowing as well, as in season 07, Tyrion’s bad decision making is what provokes Dany’s anger more and more, progressively awakening her inner dragon.

That’s when another comes in to help keep it in check once again: Jon.

From mid-season 07 until the end of s08e04, Jon is the one to act as Dany’s chains/Dragonpit.

However, s05 Dany, Jorah, Barristan, Tyrion, Varys and Jon all forgot something important:

You are damn right, Jorah. No one can tame Dany’s inner dragon, not even herself. (Sorry about the typo in the picture, I got it elsewhere, I’m too lazy to make my own).

And they forgot this:

Interesting we got reminded of that at the Dragonpit meeting. I think we heard that one before, didn’t we?

Hey, look! Drogon is in chains…Kraznys is at the other end of the chains, thinking he is in charge. But Dany is actually the one holding the whip in that scene. She is the master, the one with power. And hey, Kraznys even calls Drogon “a beast”. Doesn’t that remind us of something?

I’m not saying Jon is Kraznys, I’m just pointing the fact they both see dragons as beasts and both think dragons can be controlled, bound to their will, or in other words, chained to them. In Kraznys’ case, it was an actual dragon, in Jon’s case, it was Dany. Kraznys fell into Dany’s trap, failed in controlling Drogon and Dany unleashed her anger on Astapor. 

In s07e06, we also have this:

Another dragon in chains! I’m starting to think now that this ridiculous scene had a symbolic purpose. The only one who could actually bind a dragon to his will is the Night King. And it makes sense, doesn’t it? After all, Dany bound her dragons to herself with blood magic and the NK bound Viseryon to himself with his magic. Only Dany’s Ice counterpart to her Fire could do it. No one else.

Let’s have a look at another moment at the Dragonpit. This is what Jon told Cersei when he refused her conditions:

“I am true to my word, or I try to be. That is why I cannot give you what you ask. I cannot serve two queens. And I have already pledged myself to Daenerys of House Targaryen.”

And this was his speech when Tyrion told him he should have lied: “I’m not gonna swear an oath I can’t uphold. Talk about my father if you want, tell me that’s the attitude that got him killed, but when enough people make false promises, words stop meaning anything. Then there are no more answers, only better and better lies, and lies won’t help us in this fight.”

What does that have to do with anything? will you ask in a Sansa fashion. Well, the interesting thing about Jon’s speech on promises and lies is the chain on the floor while he does it.

The chain looks like this after Jon kills the wight:

Then, just before he starts his speech about oaths, promises and lies, it looks like this:

The chain has been rearranged on the floor by the staff, as we can see that on the second picture it is further away from the wight’s remains than on the first picture. Also, its spiral shape looks better. It is supposed to mean something.

Jon steps inside the spiral shaped chain right before his speech about promises and lies. The photo below is taken after he’s finished though:

What does it mean then?

The first meaning I spoke about was the obvious one, Jon is still chained/tied to his mission, as the wight’s remains at the end of the chain show us. Which leads him to:

Fall into a trap he creates for himself. 

When he “bent the knee, but” on the boat, he lied to Daenerys, or, as Tyrion put it so well in s07e03 (when he convinces Dany to let Jon mine the dragonglass), he gave her “something by giving her nothing”. However, at the Dragonpit, Cersei puts him on the spot, and he has to cover up for his previous lie and assure Dany of his loyalty to her. By pledging himself and the North to her in front of everyone, he is swearing an oath he cannot back out of. Even less after talking about upholding oaths and words meaning nothing when false promises are made. Those very words chain him to his public pledge to Dany. That’s what the chains are showing us, Jon, in season 08, feels he has no choice but to be true to his word, it is a matter of honour. This, in turn, leads him to:

engage himself in a spiral of lies and events (spiral shape) he won’t be able to get out of (chains). The only thing that finally frees him of this spiralling is her death.

He thought he could bind her to his will, control her. Instead, he got himself in chains, like the shot below shows:

Jon is inside the spiral while Dany stands at the other end of the chain. Dany, like in the scene with Kraznys, is actually the master, the one in charge. Jon, through his decision to pledge himself to her, has made himself her prisoner. We can say that from the moment he stepped foot on Dragonstone until the moment he killed her, he never ceased being her prisoner. Sansa was right, by going to Dragonstone, Jon walked into a trap. Not only the one he created for himself at the Dragonpit, but also the one Tyrion had set up for him when he invited him to Dragonstone without mentioning he had to bend the knee. 

Anyway, he walked into a trap, then failed in controlling Dany’s inner dragon, and she unleashed her anger on King’s Landing. Just like in the scene with Kraznys really.  It’s worth pointing that Dany is standing in KL (a city she will destroy) when she repeats the same words she told Kraznys in Astapor (a city she destroyed). She freed the people of Astapor, and later on, she “freed” the people of KL (albeit in a tiny bit extreme way). It looks like a kind of echo to me.

For those who would like to say that Jon becomes the dragon in chains, I will say no no no. Jon’s personality has nothing to do with Targaryen mentality, he is a Stark through and through!

Well… except maybe for… falling for his sister? Alright, alright, maybe he is the chained dragon here, but just a little bit, okay? Let’s say he is a winged wolf in chains, yes?

Seriously though, I wonder if, by showing us the two scenes displaying chains in season 07, they weren’t trying to draw a parallel between Viseryon the dragon being bound to the Night King’s will (Ice), and Jon the dragon being bound to Dany’s will (Fire). Without Viseryon nor Jon having a real choice in it either. 

One other thing that I feel foreshadows Jon’s fate in season 08. Before the Dragonpit meeting, Tyrion says: “but in the beginning, when it was home to Balerion the Dread, it must have been the most dangerous place in the world”. Jon in season 08, acts as Dany’s illusory dragonpit/chains, he prevents her from doing damage as best as he can. But she sees him as a threat and he is afraid of her which is understandable, as being too close to a locked and/or chained dragon is still a dangerous position to be in:

It’s interesting to see that the Dragonpit, which is the place where Jon sealed his fate, is a ruin. Jon, who is Dany’s last metaphorical Dragonpit, ends up broken. A dangerous position to be in indeed. 

Am I going too far here?

To conclude this thing, I’d like to mention another scene in that same episode that foreshadows as well Jon’s fate as a prisoner of Dany’s. It is the one with Theon. 

Theon mentions his time as a prisoner of Ramsay’s and how Yara, his sister, was the only one to try and save him. In season 08, Sansa is the only one who tries, in a desperate move, to save Jon, by telling Tyrion his secret. Most importantly, she goes to KL with an army to try and free him at the very end, while he is still a prisoner (but of Grey Worm’s now. Geeez, poor Jon…). The parallel can even go on, as Yara failed in freeing Theon and bringing him back home, and Sansa, although she manages to free Jon, fails in bringing him back home too. Jon is a broken man, Theon was a broken man. In season 08, Theon chooses love for the Starks and Sansa over duty to Yara, his Queen. Jon at the end chooses love for Sansa over duty to Daenerys, his Queen. 

Anyway, those were my latest messy ramblings and that’s all for now.

Thanks for reading!

#political! jon #redeeming jon snow #Jon Snow #got #got s07 #got s08 #Jon is Dany's prisoner #anti daenerys

[ahsarah-tano]

what i think the bad batch has nightmares about

**angst warning, happy suffering >:)**

hunter: hunter’s nightmares consist of flashbacks from leaving crosshair behind on kamino, and he wakes up with guilt and remorse flowing through him. sure, crosshair tried to kill them, but it wasn’t his fault and he’s still their brother. the flashbacks then fade into him leaving everyone behind, losing them all. and there’s nothing he can do about it. there’s nobody to blame, aside from himself.

echo: echo has ptsd from his time as a separatist prisoner, so his nightmares contain flashbacks from his sacrifice at the citadel, the painful abuse and experiments, and the enclosed spaces of the chamber he was caged in. sometimes he dreams about fives and his time with the 501st or the domino squad, but then he wakes up and only feels pain. he still has such a strong attachment to something that now feels like never happened.

tech: the pressure and anxiety that tech pushes on himself to do his job correctly works its way into his nightmares. like hunter, he dreams that he fails everyone because he wasn’t quick enough or he miscalculated something or he messed up something else he was in charge of. he can’t live with himself doing something wrong. that’s not who he was trained to be. if he’s not the smart guy then who is he?

wrecker: wrecker had plenty of nightmares since kaller. ever since his inhibitor chip started to malfunction, he’s had visions of him actually carrying out the order, blindly killing his brothers and little sister, and being unable to stop himself. though he thought that after the chip was removed things would be better, he was dead wrong. if anything, it made it worse. everyone had forgiven wrecker for what happened. everyone except himself.

crosshair: on the inside, crosshair has felt that he was encaged, trapped, and alone since his brothers left him. he dreams at night of his brothers and his time with them on missions and as cadets. sometimes omega’s face flows into his mind. he wants to see them again. he wants to come home. he wants to scream at himself to wake the hell up. but all he can do is sit and sulk while his brain falls apart.

omega: omega has never been happier since she joined the bad batch, but she constantly wonders to herself if she’d made the right choice, leaving the only life she’d ever known. at night, she jumps awake in a cold sweat, nearly in tears from the vision of losing everybody. all her brothers, even crosshair, leaving her. she’d be left alone in a galaxy that she doesn’t know. she’d be left with nothing.

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rex: rex has had nightmares from gruesome missions all throughout the war, but the repeating one originating from order 66 will haunt him up to the battle of endor. it was the day that he truly lost everything. he sees the faces of all the dead, lifeless men whose helmets him and ahsoka had to remove. with that, he remembers all the brothers he’d lost. he thinks about cody. he screams at himself for not listening to fives’ warnings. he mourns his general who is most likely dead. all those men died and for what?

howzer: howzer fears the empire. he doesn’t regret his decision to stand up against it, but he fears his upcoming punishment, and what will happen to him, his brothers, and ryloth itself, along with the rest of the galaxy. he lies awake at night, pondering over the very same question that rex has: what was the point of all of this? he’d pledged his loyalty to the republic, which was now dead. if his loyalty lived on without it and was pledged to something else, wouldn’t that be considered treason?

gregor: gregor may seem like the happy-go-lucky, kind-of-loopy guy, but he barely sleeps at night. even after his amnesia healed, he sees his old life in his nightmares. he remembers the battle of sarrish. he remembers all the screams, all the blood, all the explosions pounding through his ears, against his skull. he remembers all of it. sometimes he wishes that he couldn’t remember like on abafar.

#star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #my thoughts #angst #sad :( #hunter #arc trooper echo #tech #wrecker #crosshair #omega #captian rex #commando gregor #captain howzer

[captainkurosolaire]

Prompt#4 ~ Sun's Son

An elderly grieving conjurer stepped beyond an operational curtain looking to dawn news. Paddled stressed feet patted rhythmically as a nervous wreck, feline ear's flopping back. The Father-in-question was devoid and disconnected of all emotions for his line of work training required in being sent to the abyss; exception was made. Which always came with only ever one who captivated a responsible out of him. Her remarking essence gave him an escape from a lifestyle of bloodshed continued death trailed at his wake. She always held the don of a smile aspiring adventures outside uncharted territory she was worth earning and retrieving peace, to subside and retreat. This crowning moment he wanted and declared this to be his lasting chapter. All he wanted to be with was his newborn and her... She, who made a pledge, he'd 'never love one like herself' that confidence carried becoming a testament to fact. When connected with finding someone that gives insurmountable meaning, it's instinctual natural to never wish it to go or parted. It seemed like the uncanny love they shared from attending to both their wounds or injuries over their battles. They were unbeatable, untouchable, stringed to defile everything as long they had another. They could fight for another, be banes of loneliness, rally encouragement when reservations of their own came. Although they came from backgrounds of secrecy. They understood and communicated by just mannerisms and gestures alone. Never leaving anything empty or excluded. In brash but mature youth he ascended quickly up the ranks of his sept, the branch of a Coeurl Tribe effortlessly climbing to Nunh of his pact. But his unbridled arrogance and pride in which he in-fought and challenged and instilled a fear to be weak became his eventual tyrannical downfall that led to his exile and stripping of title. Left roaming with only that mindset proving power, was all that mattered. It was the only grail in which was rewarded. Nothing but his own hide remained. She however was opposing in a spectrum, giving her all for the sake of her eventual Crew she garnered and earning undying loyalty. Managing to operate and function a ship that could traverse and warp to unexpected places strictly outside thoughts. She weaponized, heart. In everything achieved. All hurdles, when life takes its cruelty opportunity to swipe the unforgiving claw.

It plucks at unexpectedly. The elder approached, "I'm sorry son... There's nothing we can do for her." And like that, upside down, his mind became infinite halls once again. Where he was hearing and envisioning taking a stroll through city-states, or singing nurseries and sharing tales with the mother of his child, and his own kid. It was all cut out of him. He shot a baleful deathly stare at the messenger, repainting back he was the butcher of man. He wore masks often in his line of work, but it seemed like his own existence was wearing one now. What was left? Pondered he left from seated and threw a chair through the glass window of the clinic enraged. An encompassing beam of moonlight, drifting like a spot light down at him. A rare eclipse took place above with star's aligning like they were the blackest sun. Suddenly... A baby's wallowing cry was heard. "We couldn't save her, but... she braved a new life before giving her own." His protege stepped with clacking heels and had a cradling of a baby boy wrapped up. His irrational emotions of prior, were slain by this infant. Until he reached out cautionary holding with a softness and gentle tender care unlike anything ever he was noted to do. The feathered child was already identical to how the Mother affected him. Where often reports of this situation often brought a disconnection or ire and the widow parent projected their anger towards the child, that was nonexistent. He saw infinite stories within the boy's eyes refracting back with already star-colored hues that blinked and were haphazardly tired. "You're endlessly precious... my son." Recalling her, once again gifting other feelings of emotions that ranged, reminded him he was more than an instrumental sword to skewer, he had beaten and carved into his flesh garbed in eastern wares. His hand's were cradling a scabbard that sheathed all other senses; this was his duty, a life above, it mattered to see it preserved. He nudged heads softly with endearment. Something showered from his eye. Deeply drowned and moved by the events, a tear gave a heavy droplet. Many scolding and couldn't tolerate him was seemingly incomprehensible, incapable of shedding them before in his span, but now it had awakened. Sadness without repair though covered his surface. Derailed by everything that conspired against. He was permitted from raising or taking his child into what was left. The boy would only be left fending for its life or never knowing his own choices. The plan of two parents balanced everything out there was a plan to uplift it all but alone, he was incapable. The conjurers were also in their own sympathy also shedding tears. Looking over as the blackest sun and oddity was obscuring. He looked back, "We love you, Kuro Solaire. I will always be your shadow and she; your Mother will always be within your light all dream's you will know." The child is already asleep, never learning these meanings. Giving a pelting kiss to the forehead of the sweetest dose. It carried both his parents with it, channeled and fostered to safeguard their kit. His emotions became steel and handed back the child to the assistant. "I cannot carry him forth. He must coexist here in Ul'dah. Experienced, trained hunters, killers and contractors know me. Alongside commitments that would endanger us both or any in the path. I cannot leave my shadows without her... This isn't forever. He is destined to achieve it within the resolve of his eyes, he'll conqueror, just like herself. He's a child of existence." Discarding his satchel of gil for payment, and aside an exchange with the elder in a heirloom compass. It was imbued with aetheric energy already but the Father added his own to be gifted and left over to the child as a symbol to find all he could ever seek or clamor, it'd all be revealed and known when the child grew.

#Prompt - Baleful #FFxivWrite2021 #FFxivWrite #The Backstory of all Backstories #Given color #Gut-wrencher #Creative Writing #Hoku Solaire #FFxiv #Tales of Goldbrand #-Captain Kuro Solaire #The Heirloom #Father of Shadows #Mother of Light #Child of Existence

[cathrrrine]

RUN | Pietro x Reader

Originally from my Wattpad

CHAPTER 12 - EYES

tw // guns, swearing

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"She's a giant threat. She's a liability."

Fury was angry, to say the least. After the fiasco in the interrogation room, they all gathered–once again–in the meeting room.

"Does she know it was me?" Wanda was back to panic mode. This whole thing was a mess. They were making almost zero progress, and it was all just going in circles.

"I don't know. She might." Nick stared straight through her with his one good eye. "She's smart."

"You told her?!" Pietro stood up so fast his chair fell backwards, making a screeching 'clang' noise as it met the ground.

"I did not. I wouldn't. I tried my best to protect you, Wanda. But it seems like I underestimated her intelligence." Fury rubbed a hand over his forehead. "But now she has a penchant for vengeance and if we cut her loose..she'll kill anyone she thinks is a suspect. And that includes everyone of us."

"She's not a bit fan of people knowing her secrets, is she?" Tony snickered.

"No, she's not." He paused for a second before saying, "Either we imprison or eliminate the subject."

Anyone would've missed the slight tremor in Wanda's hands as she tried to keep herself calm. Anyone who wasn't her twin brother, of course. He took one look at her and he knew that she would explode in just a matter of time. He had to get her out of here.

"Natasha." He whispered to the redhead next to him. "I think Wanda and I should leave this meeting. Can we?"

Natasha raised an eyebrow, curious at the sudden question. The twins rarely requested to leave meetings. "What's wrong?"

Pietro leaned in closer. "She doesn't look so good."

Natasha moved her body slightly forward to glance at the young witch, and she immediately understood Pietro's concern. Wanda's eyes we're starting to glow red now. "Yeah, go ahead. I'll manage it."

"Thank you." He flashed her a quick grateful smile before standing up and gesturing for Wanda to follow him.

"This is enough. We can't afford to play cat-and-mouse with her anymore." Steve slammed one hand on the table and pointed his finger at Fury with the other. "We're going in circles!"

"You think I don't know that, Captain?"

Pietro and Wanda hurriedly walked out of the room, the conversation slowly fading to a dull volume as Pietro dragged his sister out. "Why? Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you to your room."

"What? No, let's go back, I need to know what she said to Fury-"

"Wanda. Please?" Pietro was beyond worried for his sister. All their lives, she's always been the more emotional one. Even more so after their powers. It wasn't a bad thing, per se, but it was potentially dangerous. Especially for herself. "We don't need to hear any more of their incessant arguing, anyway. It's just the same point being thrown around."

Wanda sighed, internally cursing his overprotectiveness over her. "I know I was a mess before, but I'm fine now."

"Really? I don't need to be a telepath to know that you're lying."

Pietro was worried something would set her off in the meeting. Wanda wanted to stay and find out what Fury had yelled at Y/N about. There was an argument bound to happen between them, but luckily a certain android decided to walk by.

"Wanda, Pietro. Are you both doing well?" Vision's voice distracted the twins' stare down. As soon as he spoke, Wanda turned to him with a soft smile.

"Vis." She looked pleased to see him. "I'm-"

Pietro cut her off, "Why don't the two of you go to the break room? Make some coffee, raid the fridge. Maybe you could make her a couple sandwiches, eh, Vis?"

"Oh, yes that sounds-"

"Yeah, yeah. You go ahead. Make sure she doesn't go to the meeting room." He whispered the last part to Vision, pushing them both in the direction of the break room before turning to leave. He didn't miss the annoyed look Wanda threw his way. But it was probably the least of Wanda's worries now that she was with Vision. Pietro rolled his eyes at that thought.

He wondered what Y/N said that made Fury so mad. It wasn't uncommon for the man to be angry, but it was unusual for him to be that affected by an interrogatee.

If what Fury said was true–that if she ever made her way out, she'd kill everyone–he'd die trying to protect his sister. Wanda was the priority.

Then he heard gunshots.

"CODE RED!"

Pietro whipped around to see a bunch of S.H.I.E.L.D agents running towards him. The alarm had suddenly blasted, and red lit up the hallway like a crime scene.

He grabbed one agent by the shoulder, "What's going on?"

"We've been infiltrated. It's Hydra!" The agent yelled over the alarms, squirming out of his grip to join the others.

"Hydra?" He whispered to himself in disbelief. How could they have even gotten pass security? What happened?

But there was no time for questions. Pietro knew what he had to do.

So he ran.

He sprinted through the hallways, scanning the place for people he didn't recognise, for people wearing the dreaded emblem on their uniforms.

When he did, he didn't waste any time taking them down. He kicked away their weapons and threw them across the room before shooting at them with their own guns. It was quick–well, he was quick.

There had been six of them or so around him, and he'd taken out every last one.

The hallways were getting harder to manoeuvre through, with the red lights and the smoke filling them. "Smoke-bombs." he concluded.

But he ran anyway, worried for his teammates, for the agents. Looking for more enemies to fight.

Until he saw her.

She was moving in slow-motion, her hair whipping around her blood-splattered face. She was a fearsome thing to behold, indeed.

He felt that pull again.

Pietro lost focus as he wondered why he was so drawn to her, and the next thing he knew, she came bumping head-first into his chest. He immediately slowed to a stop, stretching out his arms to hold her in place.

She shoved a gun towards him, aiming it at his face. "I could pull the trigger right now."

She could. He knew that. But something in her eyes told him otherwise. There was none of that calculated glimmer in her eyes, none of the cocky amusement that twitched every now and then, or the spark of frustrated annoyance that made her look like she was always on the verge of an eye-roll.

No, there was only the familiar fire. But this one was fueled purely by fear and panic.

He knocked the gun down from her hands and took it into his own. There was some sort of defeat that he'd never seen from her before, in the short span of time that he knew her.

A sudden thought jumped into his head; why didn't she fight him back? Wasn't she enhanced like he was?

"Find her!" A voice rang out. The same eyes widened, and he could tell she was trying to weigh her options by the way they darted around the hallway area. What the options were, he didn't have a clue. Though he knew she was panicking, and she was either going to kill him or run away.

He braced for the worst as she opened her mouth to say..."I give up."

"What?" Pietro did not see that coming.

Somehow, the telling look in her eyes told him that this was not a lie. This was pure and raw honesty, something that was rare for her, Pietro sensed.

The next thing he knew, she was pledging her loyalty to him and begging him to take her out of there. So, he wrapped his arm around her waist...and ran.

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We ran so fast my heart stopped beating. My hair whipped behind me like a cape, and the speedster's arm around me had tightened. It was a familiar sensation, the sprinting. I've ran like this before, when he chased after me at that bar. The night I got caught.

We stopped at what looked like a lobby...at least that's what I could make of it. It was thrashed to hell. Piles of debris everywhere and what looked like furniture thrown across the room. The walls had holes in them, and it wouldn't take a genius to know that they were made out of bullets.

A familiar archer stepped into view, aiming his bow and arrow at me as soon as he saw us. I threw a look at the speedster. "You better tell him I'm on your side now. I'm not really fond of having an arrow aimed at my head."

The archer lowered his weapon. "Wait, what? What do you mean 'on our side'? Pietro, you wanna explain what she just said?"

"Yes, she-"

"Are you crazy?!" He was cut off by Natasha. God. Who else if not her, huh? "Why is she here?"

"Let me explain-"

"The hallways are clear. Tony's working on the security system. The man is pissed. " The Captain jogged into the room, once again cutting Pietro–that's his name!–off. Do none of these people have manners? "Hill just told me that they spotted a jet leaving a few minutes ago. They might have aborted-why is she here?"

"I was about to tell you that!" Pietro raised his voice. It was only then I realised that his arm was still snaked around my waist. Cozily.

I wriggled out of it, with little to no effort. But as soon as I did so, all three Avengers minus Pietro, pointed their weapons at me.

"Don't try anything." Natasha warned. I've had enough of the angst. I'm so tired. So, so tired. The bone-deep fatigue was something I've gotten used to a long time ago, but today was something else. He had been here. I hadn't been ready for that.

"I'm not going to." I muttered, looking right into her eyes. Please believe me.

"She's pledged her loyalty." Pietro finally explained. "To us. To S.H.I.E.L.D."

That only made their grips on their weapons tighter. Annoyed, Natasha huffed, "And you believe her? Pietro, get away from her."

What Pietro said next had surprised me, "Yes, I do. Listen to me, Natasha. She's being honest."

"She's never honest. She's manipulating you." The archer, who I just realised was Clint Barton, cocked his head to the side.

I don't blame them for second-guessing me. They weren't complete idiots. The whole time I've been here, I've done nothing but played games.

But I don't have the energy for that right now.

They all stared me down...except for Pietro. He was looking at me. Actually looking at me. I could almost feel the electric blue piercing at my skin through his gaze.

"I trust her."

He what? I turned to look at him, properly this time. He didn't look like a maniac, no. The man looked perfectly sane. His eyes didn't carry the evil glint that I had grown accustomed to all too well, and it seemed like his mouth was moving of his own accord. He didn't look possessed either.

So, unless a demon took over his body, why did the hell did he say that?

He trusted me? Only a wholesale idiot would say that. Because no one's ever did. Not to me and never about me.

"Move. Away. Pietro." Natasha spat the words out, moving closer to me with her gun up. "How do I know you're not lying?"

I stayed silent. What could I even say to make them believe me? Everything that comes out of my mouth would sound like bullshit to them, anyway.

Natasha was now an arm's length from my face, her gun directly pointed to my forehead.

"Did that have anything to do with you?" Steve Rogers pointed in the general direction of the chaos.

"That was Hydra." I stared at him coldly.

"And you expect me to believe you're not Hydra?" He deadpanned.

My god. Did I really get myself into this shit? I can't believe I allowed this to happen.

But this was it. It was the end of my line. I couldn't run anymore. Not with Hydra hot on my heels. That had been too close a call. The only place I might be safe now is here. If I wanted to live, I had to stick with my word.

Maybe I can run later. Months, years from now. However long it will take.

"Because I'm standing right here, willing to compromise. I'm not moving an inch, am I? I could easily slap that gun out of my face but I haven't done that, have I?" I took a deep breath. "It's taking a lot for me to do this. You'd all know. Because just seconds ago, I was ready to kill you all."

And just seconds ago, he was thisclose to finding me and killing me just the same.

Pietro was looking at me again, with those too-blue eyes that made me want to give him a black eye instead. "You're scared."

The way he said it, it wasn't like he was asking a question, but more of making a statement. I was offended nonetheless, so I gave him the angriest stare I could muster, "I am not."

Natasha narrowed her eyes menacingly, "Then why are you 'pledging your loyalty' to us? Why are you running away from them?"

She continued, "You just gave up your whole personality and motives in the span of–what? Two hours? I'd say fear would be an exact factor of why you're willing to compromise and join S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I'm not scared." I shoved myself closer towards her, earning a fierce glare. "I'm just smart enough to know how to survive and this is exactly how. Its not my favourite option, but its my only option. "

Even as I said the words, I felt myself being taken aback. Everyone shared a look that I couldn't exactly decipher. Did I just fuck things up?

"Fine." I heard the click of the Black Widow's gun as she lowered it to her side. The others instantly followed suit. "You want a chance? We'll give you that. But if you so much as scratch anyone of us, I won't hesitate to rip your throat out and skin you alive."

I snorted, "That's creative. And I wouldn't expect any less, Romanov."

#natasha romanoff kick me pls #natasha romanoff x you #pietro x reader #wanda maximoff #avengers reader insert #marvel x reader #pietro maximoff #mcu x reader #pietro maximov #steve rogers #run pietro x reader

[tuanhood]

alpha

pairing: frat!im jaebeom x reader 

genre: lil bit of everything. lil smut, lil angst, maybe lots of fluff, established relationship

warnings: language, cringey frat stuff, public(??) fingering

word count: 4,200+

summary: your boyfriend’s frat doesn’t allow dating outside of greek life. hence the reason you two have had to sneak around for ten months... and hence the reason you’ve somehow found yourself stuck and hiding in a closet. 

a/n: wow long time no see! sorry for the delay, I’m really busy/stressing about dissertation stuff lately so updates and writings aren’t going to be frequent. but I really wanted to write this for ya’ll real quick to have SOMETHING, but yeah it’s not edited and NOT very good bc of the quickness. But I hope ya’ll will forgive me :) 

lambda | delta | gamma | kappa | theta | sigma

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When you woke up this morning, you really didn’t think you would end up in a closet at the Alpha Sigma Phi house.

The space is cramped, dark and a little smelly. Judging by the odor, you guessed that this was the closet that the boys in the house used to throw garbage in whenever they had to “clean” the house. Maybe this situation would have been a little bit better if you had been pushed into the closet that’s on the second floor – that way there would be less garbage and less boy smell. But who were you kidding? There would be a boy smell regardless.

In theory though you really shouldn’t be stuck in a closet at a frat house thinking about which closet you’d rather be in. What had your life become lately?

“Just a little bit longer, okay?” You heard Jaebeom utter through the door. It instinctively made you roll your eyes. The tone of his voice was so nonchalant, as if you weren’t stuck in a small space. But of course, he was on the other side of the door in fresh air, with as much space to roam around as he pleased – he didn’t understand “just a little bit longer” was triggering.

As much as you lo- liked Jaebeom… you weren’t sure if you would be able to hide in small spaces for the entirety of your relationship.

Babe it’s not for our entire relationship… Just until we graduate.

When he had first said that you didn’t really think about the bigger picture. All you had thought about was how happy he made you and how much you loved being with him. And that was the most important thing to you. But lately the sneaking around and the hiding had been a little too much for you – you weren’t sure if you could keep it up for another year… It had already been 10 months and you were at your wits end. Every time you wanted to sit down to have the conversation with Jaebeom – the one where you tell him it’s either the end of hiding or the end of your relationship – he’d give you those eyes, that smile and it would be completely wiped from your thoughts.

Damn Im Jaebeom. You think you fucking love him.

“Jae…” you grumbled, hitting your head against the door a bit. It had already been what… a half hour?

You heard him shush you and another voice emerged from the other side of the door. “Hey man, any particular reason you’ve been standing here?” Jaebeom’s nervous laughter is a giveaway, you just hope that Yugyeom doesn’t pick up on it. “No reason… just… like the space over here… It’s good party watching space.”

There’s silence and you pressed your ear up to the door further, hoping to hear something. You jumped back when you heard your boyfriend’s panicked voice, “what are you doing?”

Yugyeom snorted, “Dude chill… I’m just getting more cups from the closet.”

“Uh… Let me! I’ll get them!”

“What?”

“Yeah no worries dude, I didn’t really do anything to help prep for the party so I might as well get some fucking cups from the closet,” Jaebeom chuckled, his voice shifting to a more normal tone, “to be honest I didn’t really even know this was happening tonight… otherwise…” He drifted off, mumbling the last part to himself. You know he’s referencing the fact that the two of you thought the house would be empty – many of the guys typically going out to a local bar on Thursdays, but to your surprise as you crossed the main foyer in the house, the front door opened with most of the guys in the frat piling through. That led to your push into the closet.

“Yeah well… Red Room was closed because apparently they have a rat problem. I feel like that’s a bunch of bullshit. I mean we go there every week… we would have noticed if there was a rat problem.”

“Maybe they were just good at hiding it.”

There’s a lull in silence and Yugyeom clicked his tongue, as if he thinking deeply about something, “but I guess you wouldn’t know… You really don’t go out with us on Thursdays anymore…” As much as you liked the guys in Jaebeom’s frat – from stories you’d heard through your boyfriend of course – it seemed like they were often pretty slow when it came to certain things. If Yugyeom was starting to get skeptical and began piecing things together then surely the rest of the guys would too.

“Let me get you guys those cups.”

Taking a small step back, you turn to the shelf on your right, finding the red cups almost immediately through the dimmed closet. As the door cracks open slightly, your boyfriend’s long arm appears in the small space, gesturing around – clearly looking for the cups.

“Dude what are you doing?” Yugyeom asked.

“I know where the cups are so why should I go in all the way and get claustrophobic?” You have to cover your mouth to stop yourself from laughing at Jaebeom’s fake explanation.

Yes, because why would anyone ever want to be stuck inside of a closet? Rolling your eyes – happy he can’t see – you thrust the cups forward into his wandering hand. You swear you hear him grunt at your force.

The cups and his hand disappeared along with the small sliver of light that comes from the door being open. “Well… here you go… the cups you wanted.” There’s another pause and you wished you could see what was going on – to know if Yugyeom was buying how uncharacteristically strange Jaebeom was being or if he was still suspicious.

“You should leave your creepy party watching spot and actually join the fun, ya know? Some of the girls from Theta are going to be by soon and I know Amanda’s been asking a lot about you lately.”

Yugyeom’s mention of another girl makes your skin crawl and you’re almost ready to pounce out of the closet and call it a day, but instead you clenched your fists and waited to hear your boyfriend’s response.

“Nah man… I’m good.”

“Come on… how long has it been since you last had any action? I’m pretty sure Amanda would be down to hook up tonight.” Instinctively you felt your hand go to the doorknob, gripping it tightly.

To your dismay Jaebeom says nothing in response and your mind starts running wild thinking about possible nonverbal responses he could have communicated to Yugyeom – perhaps one of them being “yeah I’ll totally bang Amanda tonight.”

And you know what… maybe he should. Maybe it’d be better for him to be with someone he can actually walk around campus with. To be with someone he could actually introduce to his friends. You weren’t any of those things.

The circumstances of your relationship with Jaebeom had been complicated from the beginning. The two of you had met in a random general ed class you were both forced to take for a stupid credit. Never in your life did you think you were going to meet your next boyfriend in “Comparative Post-Communist Politics.” The two of you had the lowest scores in the class and found yourselves bonding over your almost failing midterm grades, but luckily the two of you had passed the course. Thank god for the grading curve.

It had started just that simply – two people who were “class friends.” Nothing more, nothing less. You’d sit next to each other every lecture and laugh over how dumb you both were, but never made efforts to hang out after class or even study together in preparation for exams. It wasn’t until the final day of class that Jaebeom had asked you to get drinks. His request shocked you as you had figured that just like most “class friends” you two would part ways and never see each other again except for the occasional pass by on campus where each of you would squint and wonder how do I know that person? Were they in that one class I took that one time?

You were perhaps even more shocked when you agreed to go.

From then on, the two of you talked about things besides class and got to know each other on a more personal level. You had already known some very basic things about him – such as his affiliation with the Greek system – but soon enough Jaebeom was pouring his heart out to you, and you to him. Both of you admitted that you had never felt this comfortable with someone before.

It was probably you fifth- or sixth-time getting drinks at a secluded place downtown when Jaebeom revealed to you how much he liked you. You felt your heart leap out of your chest and just as you were about to reveal your own confession, he hit you with a “but…”

“but… I can’t technically date you. My frat’s chapter is really strict about dating outside of Greek life. When I was a pledge, they told me that they’ve kicked guys out for going out with girls who aren’t affiliated.”

In any other situation you would have gotten up and said “no thank you” to whoever the guy was, not wanting to waste your time on anything or anyone who prioritized some stupid brotherhood over their feelings for you. But this was Jaebeom… The Jaebeom that you had grown close to over such a short period of time and had told you how much Alpha Sigma Phi meant to him. He had grown up an only child and spent much of his younger years feeling lonely, which was what made him want to rush the frat. He wanted the close experience and to have strong loyalty and ties with the other members – just like with real brothers.

“We can make it work. I really like you too Jaebeom… I’m willing to try this and figure something out…”

At the time… you weren’t sure what “figure something out” really meant – especially since you weren’t supposed to be seen together by literally anyone. Most people on campus knew someone who knew someone that was in Alpha Sig and if anyone saw the two of you together, you’d risk it getting back to the guys at the house. Which was why for 10 months the two of you had been dating in secret – him coming over to yours almost every night and you sneaking over to the house every Thursday when the guys were usually gone until the early hours.

You felt like you were fighting back tears at the thought of Jaebeom with someone else, but maybe it was what was right. You deserved to not be a secret forever – you were in a closet for godssake – and Jaebeom deserved to be with the perfect sorority girl that he could take wherever he wanted without the risk of getting kicked out of his second home. Tightly shutting your eyes, you attempted to stop yourself from crying, but somehow it makes it worse with the first drop rolling down your cheek slowly.

“Baby? Are you crying?”

It’s then that you realized the door had been cracked open once again, Jaebeom looking behind him before slipping in with you, shutting the door tightly. It occurred to you how pathetic you must look, crying in a dim, cramped closet at a frat house.

Quickly, you tried to wipe the tears of your cheek and hiccupped slightly, “N-no I’m not crying. It’s just my allergies with all the dust in here.”

“You don’t have allergies…” He positioned himself closer to you, bringing his own hand up to your face to rest it on your cheek, feeling the wet trails your tears had left behind, “what’s wrong?” Biting your lip, you don’t say anything in the hopes that he’ll drop the subject. Jaebeom knows you well enough to know when you want to move on and not address a topic, but this time he can’t find it in himself to just let it go.

“Y/N tell me.”

The way his thumb continued to gently caress your cheek back in forth, makes you want to close your eyes and pretend you’re anywhere else besides here in this closet having this conversation. You’d rather be with your boyfriend in a place far away from here where you don’t have to hide and you don’t have to worry about perceptions.

“I was just thinking about what Yugyeom said about the girl from Theta.”

“Baby… I would never go behind your back and do something with her-”

You sighed deeply and felt your stomach drop as you kept wedging your way further and further into the conversation you had once been wanting to have. Not seeing his sparkling eyes and that look in bright light made the words somewhat easier to get out. “I know you would never do that… I just think sometimes maybe it’s best if you had someone you could actually be seen with.”

Jaebeom doesn’t say anything, because it’s at that moment he feels his own stomach churn and feel sick. Making out your saddened face in the dark closet and listening to your words he realizes what he’s done. The way you had said “if you had someone you could actually be seen with” as if there was something wrong with you. As if you were less then. He wanted to kick himself for making you feel like that when it was in fact his fault and his own issues that stopped the two of you from being together publicly. Was brotherhood really so important to him when he was at risk of losing the person he loves?

Loves.

Reality hit him again.

“No,” Jaebeom finally said shaking his head, “I don’t want anyone else. I only want you and I’m sorry for making you feel like this. You’ve been so willing to hide this just because I’m a fucking idiot… because you understand how much this all meant to me.”

“Meant?”

He delicately brings his hands to rest at your waist, leaning close enough forward until you can feel his breath on your face, “I have something in my life that’s more important than getting kicked out of a stupid frat. I-I love you Y/N.”

You don’t answer him for a moment and he feels like he’s going to collapse at first from your lack of response. He wonders if maybe he had read the last 10-months completely wrong or if you had finally had enough with his bullshit and he was just too late. Jaebeom feels all of these worries and doubts fade away when you lean forward to press your lips against his. “I love you too,” you mumbled against his lips and you felt your boyfriend smile, his grip tightening on your waist and bringing you even closer to his body until you’re flush against one another.

You felt one of his hands drift down from your waist to the hem of your skirt, slowly caressing your thigh and slipping itself underneath the material until it’s hitched up above his hand. Removing yourself from his lips, you let out a lustful sigh to let him know how much you want him to do what he’s thinking about doing. As he rests his forehead against yours, he looks down between your two bodies, his hand going to your panties, gently playing with the waistband – snapping it back and forth gently to tease you.

“Do you want me to take back that I love you?” You asked playfully.

Jaebeom laughed, “you wouldn’t dare.”

Just as you’re about to respond with a bratty “try me,” you feel him dip his hand underneath the now damp material. He smiled at your caught off guard reaction. His fingers brushed your core, his index finger moving along your slit as he gathered your juices on his finger before he brought it to his lips and sucked them gently. You watched him in the dim light and felt yourself somehow grow more wet than before. He moved his fingers back down, his thumb pressing up against your clit and you felt yourself suck in a breath at the feeling, before two of his digits pushed into your completely. With the small amount of space, you had, you lifted your hips in an effort to get more of him inside of you and he chuckled at the action.

“We have all night baby girl, don’t worry. I take care of you, always.”

You exhaled at the feeling of his thumb massaging your clit and his fingers began to pump into you at a slow rhythmic pace. He watched you for a moment wondering how he got so lucky before returning his lips back to yours.

A groan arose in your throat and against Jaebeom’s lips as he curled his middle finger into you, hitting that spot that always made you so weak and you feel your thighs begin to twitch as you near your high. Sometimes it amazed you how quick he could make you reach your release, but he already knew everything else about you so well it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he would excel at this as well.

When he picked up the pace of his fingers fucking into you, continuing to hit your g-spot each time, you felt yourself quickly come apart and your walls clench around his fingers tightly. You dropped your head down to his shoulder and felt like there wasn’t any breath left in your body as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, Jaebeom making sure not to overstimulate you and slowing his fingers down. When he finally removes his hand from you, you feel so empty almost like your body just wants to be that close to him all the time – not even in a sexual way.

When you finally feel strong enough, you bring your head off of Jaebeom’s shoulder and wrap your hands around his neck tightly, bringing him in for another kiss.

“I love you.”

“I love you too. I never want to stop saying it and I never want to stop hearing it.”

With arms still around his neck, you gently play with the hair at his nape. You feel happier than you’ve felt in a long time – which was saying something considering how happy your boyfriend had made you the past 10 months.

“Should we get out of this closet?” Jaebeom asked with shut eyes, feeling relaxed every time he’s under your touch.

“Now? You want everyone to see us now?”

He shrugged, “They’re going to find out either way so might as well just do it now. I just hope they give me time to get my stuff before they kick me out.” You feel yourself frown at his candor and the thought of Jaebeom losing the sense of belonging he had gained from being in Alpha Sig, but you remember his previous assurances. You had one another and everything was going to be fine.

Just as you’re about to respond to him, you’re interrupted by a sudden emergence of light into the closet signaling the opening of the door. You and Jaebeom both freeze when you see Yugyeom and some of the other brothers behind him.

“Can you two just come out already?”

It’s almost as though both you and your boyfriend had forgotten all of your words. Instead you stare at one another with wide eyes.

“We’re tired of all this waiting. Just come out and introduce us to your girlfriend already man,” Yugyeom whined.

This was embarrassing. Had they been… listening?

“Listen ‘Gyeom I know you chose today’s date in the pool, but that doesn’t mean you win the bet,” one of the guys from behind him said.

Yugyeom lets out a large groan and turns to the member, “what? Why not? I chose today and he was going to do it today! I swear!”

“Yeah but you ruined it by opening the door! You pretty much made the whole thing void… Haven’t you heard of like… not ruining the controlled variable in the experiment or whatever the fuck?”

“The controlled variable was the door? That doesn’t make sense. You’re as dumb as a bag of bones dude,” Yugyeom snorted, turning back to you and Jaebeom. It’s then that you feel relief as Jaebeom finally cleared his throat to say something to the many pairs of eyes fixated on you both, “can you guys please explain to me what’s going on here?”

Yugyeom rolled his eyes at Jaebeom as if it was the most obvious thing in the world to understand, “we had a bet going for when you would finally tell us about your secret girlfriend… Who to be honest isn’t really a secret. I sit next to Y/N’s friend in Econ… class friends ya know.”

You felt your mouth go dry. If they knew about Jaebeom dating an unaffiliated girl this entire time why did they let it play out for so long? Why didn’t they say something to him and make him break up with you or kick him out of the frat? Were they trying to torture the two of you for the longest amount of time possible?

It’s then when you really take in each member of Alpha Sig’s face and you see no malice or disgust at the fact that you’re not a non-affiliate. They almost seemed… happy.

You felt Jaebeom take his head into yours and he sighs once more before looking back to the guys, “listen… Y/N is my girlfriend and has been for the last 10 months… I’ve put her through so much shit and made her sneak around which she did willingly because of how amazing she is. I’ve never felt so loved and cared for by someone before and I can’t put her through more shit that’s going to make her feel less then she is. I love her and I’m sorry you guys can’t accept that. I can be out of here by tomorrow.”

As Jaebeom goes to move the two of you out of the closet, Yugyeom places his hand up causing you both to stop in your tracks.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Jaebeom looks to you and then back to Yugyeom, “the rule… that we’re not allowed to date anyone who’s not affiliated. When we were pledges they told us they’ve kicked guys out for breaking the rule… remember?”

The boys in front of Jaebeom all look at him blankly until Yugyeom begins to laugh, the rest of the guys following him until you have approximately 6 frat guys laughing in your faces. Looking at your boyfriend his eyebrows are furrowed. You can’t tell if he’s confused at their reaction or annoyed.

It takes a moment for Yugyeom and the boys to finally stop laughing, “Jae… are you joking? Is that why you haven’t introduced her to us? Because of that stupid rule?”

“Yeah…”

Coming closer, Yugyeom placed his hand on Jaebeom’s shoulder, “Dude… that rule is not real. They’ve never kicked anyone out over dating someone who’s unaffiliated. Sure, the upperclassmen then didn’t want us to date someone not in an org, but they would have never made us leave… That kinda goes against the whole brotherhood thing. Besides, now we’re the upperclassmen and we just care that we’re all happy. You included.”

You felt like you could run a marathon at the amount of energy and feelings coursing through your body. You wanted to hug all of the semi-strangers in front of you, but also you wanted to hit Jaebeom for thinking that rule was a real thing when it was in fact… apparently not. In the back of your head, you make a mental note to lecture him on next time it never hurts to ask questions before you get into a secret 10-month relationship that might not need to be a secret.

“Thanks guys,” Jaebeom smiled at his brothers, with his hand still holding onto yours, caressing your smooth skin with his thumb.

“Now let’s continue this party, shall we?” Yugyeom yelled loudly as the rest of the guys cheer back in response, most of them heading back to the main living space until it’s just you, Jaebeom and Yugyeom.

The younger boy shakes his head, “I still can’t believe you were in that closet the entire time… which reminds me. I am never going in there again after the actions that occurred in there,” you felt your face grow hot at his admittance that he had heard or at least knew what had happened in the closest just moments before his grand entrance.

“I still can’t believe you knew the entire time and didn’t say anything!” You whined.

“I was expecting you to jump out as soon as I mentioned Amanda… That’s why I brought it up. Which by the way man,” Yugyeom turned to Jaebeom, “none of the girls at Theta give a shit about you.”

“That’s totally okay. There’s only one girl I want to give a shit about me,” Jaebeom smiled proudly placing his arm around you in front of Yugyeom and everyone else at the party. He relishes in how comfortable it feels to finally be like this with you in front of some of the most important people in his life. Besides you of course.

You hummed in delight and nuzzled your head against his arm, into his shoulder, “She doesn’t just give a shit about you. She kind of loves you too.”

“Just kind of?”

“Nah with her full heart.”

#got7 fanfic #got7 smut #got7 #jaebeom #jaebeom fanfic

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Resol’nare - Part Two

A/N: I really wanted to have this up earlier today but this headache had other plans. Anyways, not much to say here except... meet Navina! 

*this story will regularly be using words in Mando’a. for a good list of references click here.*

Summary: Navina Harsa has been on her own for a long time, and she has done whatever she’s needed to in order to survive. From time to time that means forsaking the teachings, The Way of her people. But there is one thing that she will never do, and that is forsake her family- even if they’re gone. 

Word Count: 4.8k 

Warning: language

Yavin 4.   

Navina Harsa leaned against the window of the transport shuttle as the destination came into view. Clouds swirled in wispy white clusters, parting to reveal the marbled green and blue hues that the dense foliage and deep, clear water painted across the moon’s surface. Quiet gasps from the row behind her gave those passengers away as first time visitors to the remote jungle moon, the three young children chattering excitedly about all the things that their parents must have told them in the weeks leading up to their trip. Navina tried to put herself in their shoes, imagining what it would be like to see Yavin 4 for the first time all over again. But while the family of travelers was choosing this location for a vacation, her own reason for visiting was vastly different. And she had seen it many times. It is beautiful, though. 

As the shuttle neared the docking zone, the landscape and vegetation became more defined, and she could make out the massive ziggurat that poked up from the trees. Neither centuries of erosion, nor years of war and conflict had damaged the structures that still loomed like imposing stone giants over the land.

 “You can see them from anywhere you are on the ground,” the man behind her was telling his children. “If you think they’re big now,” she glanced back in time to catch him tapping the youngest boy on the nose with the tip of his finger. “Just wait until we get up close.” He curved his other arm around one of the older two, corralling the three of them close to the window. The children giggled excitedly, their parents exchanging warm smiles over their heads as they continued to buzz with questions and exclamations. 

Navina clamped her eyes shut and faced front, blinking them open again when she was sure she’d only see the back of the seat in front of her. She stared at the bright red material, a bittersweet ache opening in her chest. Another year. Her right hand came up to her throat, fingers digging beneath her dark gray shawl for the leather cord she wore around her neck. Sliding it between her thumb and index finger, she felt for the cool metal pendant, wrapping it in her palm. Squeezing until the pointed tusks of the carved mythosaur poked into her flesh, she closed her eyes once more, inhaling deeply through her nose. 

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum, aliit. 

She held her breath, letting that ache deepen for a few seconds as the three faces she would never forget appeared in her memory. Her mother’s sharp, shining eyes. The strength in her father’s calm smile. The little one, sound asleep and dreaming. You never left, because I carry you with me. Exhaling slowly, she released her grip on the pendant, the ache receding like she knew it would, and she tucked it back beneath the cowl of her shawl. Nothing can truly separate us. Hand falling back to her lap, she turned to look out the window once more as the Star Commuter began its final descent towards the docking platforms. Bending down, she scooped up the strap of her shoulder bag and slung it across her body, the contents clanging together as she adjusted its weight and readied herself to disembark.  

An overhead speaker chimed before a cheerful pre-recorded voice rang out in the cabin. “Welcome to Yavin 4. Please be sure that you have all of your belongings before departing the ship. Passengers traveling with droids may claim them at the station hub once we have touched down. We thank you for choosing to fly with us, and hope that you enjoy your stay.” 

There was further information regarding booking return passage from the moon, but Navina tuned it out. She wouldn’t be leaving Yavin 4 the same way that she arrived. And if all goes according to plan I’ll never have to shuttle hop again. Standing as the craft hovered closer to the platform, she reached for the handle above her head, using it to steady herself as the shuttle jerked into a parked position. Once the floor had stopped shuddering beneath her boots, and the children in the row behind her had all dramatically tumbled from their seats, Navina let go of the handle and pulled her hood up, tucking her long woven braid into it. As the cabin doors opened and the rest of the passengers fumbled to gather their belongings, she filed quickly past them and out into the thick, humid air. 

Back again. 

She wasn’t born here, so it technically wasn’t her home. But it was the closest thing that she had to one. Her parents had been forced to leave Mandalore when she was only a few months old, settling on Concordia with the rest of the warrior clans. They lived there as a family for almost six years, but she had no real memory of it, couldn’t conjure more in her mind than what she’d been told. Even the memories of the night that they left were scarce and came to her in pieces- Purple light. Deep voices. The frenzied feeling of being followed. She remembered being tired, wanting to sleep, and finally being able to, curling up with the baby and both of them drifting off quickly. Her parents explained as best as they could why they had had to leave, why they’d chosen to do they things that they had, and that explanation evolved to include more as she grew older. Even though she understood it, none of what they told her helped her to remember a home before they one they’d made there in the jungle caves of Yavin 4. 

They’d only spent four years here, completely secluded, just the four of them, but she could recall almost every second. Training with her parents, learning how to fight among the wide, flat leaves and vibrant flowers, splashing in the shallows at the base of the waterfall with the little one as her parents watched, humming rhymes for him as he cooed and laughed. She remembered running through the tunnels that connected their cavern to the network of others, her own voice echoing off the walls as she practiced words she’d heard her parents say: morut'yc, cyar'ika, gra'tua. The language was harsh, hard to learn and harder to speak, but she remembered the pride that she felt when her pronunciation was correct, or if she used a word or phrase properly. Her mother’s pewter eyes would flash and her father would nod. 

“This is the Way, Ina’ika,” her mother would always end every lesson, whether it was on weapons or traditions, with the words that every Mandalorian had heard thousands of times.  

This is the Way. 

But was she a true Mandalorian? It was something she struggled with for years now. Her parents were gone. She had no clan, no tribe, no one to swear allegiance or loyalty or anything at all to. She’d given up on wearing her armor at all times when several dire situations had demanded that she do so, donning it only when necessary. It’s not even my armor. Shrugging, she reached across her chest to pull the strap higher up on her shoulder. Had she grown up among other clans like her parents did, she would have been given her own armor as soon as she started training. When she reached a certain age she would have had the chance to swear the Creed and pledge herself to the Way of the Mandalore, and she would have been presented with her first custom piece of beskar armor- usually a helmet, sometimes a chestplate. Instead she carried her mother’s helmet, a pair of vambraces that she relieved a black market trader of, both too big for her wrists and needing extra padding so they wouldn’t slip when she used them, and a thin chestplate and shoulder pauldrons that had been salvaged from troopers during the Clone Wars and coated in several layers of durasteel. Beskar armor was impossible to come by, a Mandalorian armorer willing to smith something for a vagabond wearing mismatched steel even more difficult to find. She’d done her best to collect what she could. But it wasn’t beskar, aside from the helmet, and it wasn’t hers. 

She’d called herself a bounty hunter and a pilot, a courtesan, a killer, a thief, a smuggler, a spice runner and a stowaway, and she’d done so without pause because at some point she had been all of those things, often a few of them at once. She hesitated, though, when it came to calling herself Mandalorian. I’ve broken almost every code there is to break. As much as she tried to keep the traditions and beliefs that her parents had instilled in her, she knew that for every action she took to walk the Way, she had taken at least one in direct opposition with it. Not to mention the things that she had planned. I doubt destroying the Darksaber counts as rallying to the cause of the Mand’alor.   

The stone path beneath her feet gave way to the springy jungle moss that covered the ground as she navigated her way through the station hub, the only place on Yavin 4 that could be considered remotely crowded, and she forced such violent thoughts from her mind. Not here. For the last eighteen years, every move she made or job she took was influenced by one of three goals: survival, avenging the deaths of her family, or gaining information on the most infamous weapon in Mandalore’s history- specifically where she could find it, and how it could be obliterated. In her mind, it was just another thing that stood in the way of her people ever striking a balance, just another reason for Mandalorians to stay hidden or for clans to clash with one another instead of standing strong together. It unified them once...but it didn’t last. Any totem of power would attract corruption, she was sure of it, and that’s what the Darksaber was.  

She’d never seen it herself, only imagining the way that the onyx blade would crackle to life, slicing through the air in swaths of glowing obsidian light. The stories that her parents had told her, the scraps of information that she was able to collect through the years were all she had to build her idea of the weapon on. But she was certain that she’d know it when she saw it, even if her imagination was off base. She exited the hub, something her father had once said about the sword tumbling to the forefront of her memory. “All the misuse… all the times it fell into the wrong hands… all that fear. There’s too much anger, too much hatred. The blade is imbued with it now. No one is strong enough to resist it anymore.” He didn’t believe that it could ever be used for good again- and certainly not if someone who’d been hardened and hollowed out by pain and loss and wrath were to lay claim on it. Someone like-

Shaking her head, Navina tried to clear her mind of the Darksaber and the emotions that it stirred in her. That’s not why I’m here. Her search for the blade, like her search for those who had betrayed her family, consumed most of her day to day thoughts and dictated almost every move she made or job she took. The leads she found determined where she travelled and how long she stayed there, chose her allies for her and taught her who her enemies were. But this trip was different. Her annual trip to Yavin 4 had nothing to do with her self-assigned mission. This is for them...and for me.   

Behind her, the family from the shuttle was heading towards the Ruins, where a small camp was set up with accommodations for vacationers. The children skipped and jumped, practically tripping over one another with excitement now that they had made it to their destination and no longer had to sit still on the shuttle. A sad but wistful smile curved up the side of her mouth as she cast one last glance at the parents and their young ones. They’ll have fun here. Turning away from them, she headed instead for the thick underbrush of the rainforest. Pushing a leaf the size of an astromech droid out of her way, she slipped between the branches and out of site.  

It was easier to push the Darksaber from her thoughts once the greenery had swallowed her, the air still and heavy with the heat, but fresh and clean and noticeably sweeter than it was closer to the hub’s docking platform. But before she could fully appreciate the comfort of being back in the only place she’d ever called home, a bright flash of light, this one amethyst, cut through her memory, blinding her. Suddenly, Navina recalled the face of the stranger that her family had encountered the night they left Concordia, his eyes calm but dark, the storm inside them contained but present. “Our enemies think that we are enemies.” His deep voice came back to her easily, more clear than it ever had before. “But perhaps more importantly, so do our allies.” The man had handed something small to her mother before passing a larger bundle to her father, and then within seconds he’d vanished.

The purple light flashed sharply in her mind once more, clearing the memory as quickly as it had assaulted her. Navina gasped, doubling over to brace her hands on her knees while she steadied her breathing again. That was… It’s never been that clear before, I… She inhaled shakily, straightening up and removing the hood from her head. Her long black braid tumbled free, smaller blue braids woven throughout it, and she pushed a silvery blue strand back behind her ear. I could never remember what he said, that man but now... She concentrated on his words, trying to etch them into her brain, desperate to find and keep any of the lost pieces of the puzzle she was trying to fit together. 

“Our enemies think that we are enemies.” Speaking the words out loud, she started walking once more, her steps sure and confident despite the twisted roots and thorny vines that poked up from the ground. Navina knew each rock and root of these parts like the back of her hand, no matter how much new growth there was between now and her last visit. Feet finding the route for her, she continued to focus on the memory. He wasn’t...that man, he wasn’t  a Mandalorian. That part seemed clear. But then… She chewed her bottom lip and shifted the strap of her bag, her armor knocking together and hitting her hip as she hopped a fallen massassi trunk. Then who was he? 

Narrowing her eyes, she dug out the pendant that she wore around her neck again, this time pulling it out from under her shawl. Since she was alone it was safe to reveal the ancient symbol without giving herself away. Opening her palm, she stared down at the shiny silver skull, the faceted gem at the heart of the piece shining through the Mythosaur’s carved eyes. Sometimes, when the light reflected off the gem that was encased within her mother’s necklace, it appeared to be a soft purple color. Here, on the forest floor where only small patches of filtered greenish sunlight made it through the canopy, the gem seemed colorless. She sighed, dropping the pendant and letting it bounce against her chest. Who was he, and why am I remembering this now? 

Immediately, the same hopeful flicker in her heart that had woken her from a dream a few nights prior came back, stronger this time.  Maybe it means I’ll see them again… My father and-

“Well look what the loth-cat dragged in.”  

A voice from her left broke her from her wishful thinking. Grabbing for the blaster that was hidden beneath her shawl, she whipped it from the holster strapped to her upper thigh. In one swift spin she pointed her weapon in the direction of the speaker before the familiarity in his tone registered. Wait, it’s-

“Woah, woah, woah there, Nav, take it easy, it’s just-” 

“Firo!” She lowered her weapon, sliding it back into its holster as she sighed heavily. “Are you kriffing crazy? I could have shot you!” 

“So,” Her friend’s green-gold eyes brightened, a smirk pulling his mouth crookedly up the side of one bearded cheek as he ignored her half-sincere outrage. “You didn’t know I was standing here?” He leaned casually against the nearest tree, arms crossed over his chest and one knee bent to rest his boot sole against the bark behind him. 

“That wasn’t smart, Firo.” Navina rolled her eyes and made her way closer as the man fought to hold back his laughter, his long sandy brown hair falling in his face.  

Shaking the strands away from his forehead, he blinked rapidly, each exaggerated bat of his lashes seeming to pump more sarcasm into his words. “You mean I,” he gestured to himself with his thumbs, hands clad in maroon leather fingerless flight gloves, “got the drop on you?” He extended both pointer fingers in her direction then, that same stubborn piece of hair flopping between his eyes again. 

Technically, yes, but I was… distracted. She clicked her tongue and stepped over a boulder, half buried and covered in spongy green moss and bright orange mushrooms. “You need a haircut, Firo, you look like an overgrown bantha.”

“Deflecting, Harsa?” He pushed off from the tree with one foot and shoved his sleeves up his forearms. “Sounds to me like you’re deflecting.”  He’s not gonna let this go. The bandolier that he insisted on wearing, even though it was too loose for his thin frame, fell down his shoulder and he reached across himself to fix it. “It sounds to me, like you don’t want to admit that I-” 

“Oh dank farrik, fine. Yes. Yes, you got the drop on me.” Navina played into his gloating like she knew he wanted her to, lacing her own words with playful sarcasm. “So look out, Bounty Hunters of the Outer Rim, because Firostian Ottabok is going to claim all the highest paying pucks for himself.” 

His grin finally grew too large for his face, and it burst into an open mouthed laugh. “Damn, Nav, it’s good to see you.” Throwing his arms around her, he pulled her into a tight hug and she smiled against his chest. Despite his lanky limbs and bony elbows, Firo’s hold on her was strong and secure. Navina returned it with equal force, sliding her arms under his to wrap them around his body.   

“It’s good to see you too, scoundrel.” She pulled away and shoved that same piece of hair away from Firo’s face with two fingers. “But what are you doing out here? We always meet at the caves.” Her eyebrows came together in concern as she scanned his face for any of his tells. He’s not looking away or scratching his nose, so…  “You didn’t run into any trouble, did you?”  

“Me? In trouble? He blew out a puff of air and waved one hand, fingers spread wide. “Why are you always so quick to assume I’m in trouble?” Navina arched one eyebrow and stared up at him. Do you really want me to- “You know what?” He slung one arm around her shoulder and urged her to start walking again. “Don’t answer that.” She laughed, falling into step with him as they headed toward the cavern’s opening. Yeah, that’s what I thought.    

Navina and Firo had gotten each other into and out of about as much trouble as two outlaws could over the past ten years. If she was keeping track though, she had a strong feeling that the scales would tip slightly more in his direction than hers. There had been the time she convinced a fellow bounty hunter to trade a captured Firo for the three pucks she had on her, and the time she corrected his Twi’leki translation during a deal, diffusing an already heated situation before it could become more volatile. They’d only met in the first place because his ship had crash landed on Yavin 4, and he needed to offload and hide the contraband cargo he was carrying before whoever it was that shot him down found it or him- she was never sure which outcome would have been worse because luckily, neither had happened. She had found him instead.

The network of tunnels and caves deep within the jungle that had kept her family safe for years had also proven to be the perfect place for a smuggler to stash his goods. If Navina hadn’t shown up a few days later for her annual visit, he’d have gone completely undetected, possibly for years. She may have never found him at all. But that’s not how it went. Navina smiled to herself every time she recalled that day. Attacking on instinct, it had taken almost no time at all for her to see that this intruder was no trained fighter. She had him disarmed and pinned with his then hairless cheek pressed to the cool stone wall as she clasped his wrist behind his back in one hand, his blaster in the other. A severely muffled “Um… I can explain everything,” had been the first words he’d ever said to her, and they had set the tone for a friendship that she wouldn’t trade for all the credits that ever passed through Imperial hands. 

“Alright then,” she tilted her chin up to peer at her taller companion. “If you’re not being followed and there’s no trouble to worry about?” She paused, giving him one last chance to come clean. Laughing, he just shook his head. “Why didn’t you stick to the plan? I come to you, that’s how it’s always been.” 

“Yeah,” another burst of laughter pushed past his lips. “Ever since the first time, right?” He reached up with the arm that was still around her shoulders, tugging at her braid. That earned him a quick smack in the gut from the back of her hand, only causing more rumbling chuckles to erupt.

“And you were lucky it was me that found you, bantha brain, and not whoever it was that you ticked off.” Just like I was lucky that Firo found me when… Absently, the hand she’d just hit him with fell to her waist, where beneath her clothing a long jagged scar crossed her body. Before a chill could settle in her bones, Firo’s warm grin poked dimples into his cheeks and  he swiveled his head down to look at her. Why does he look so kriffing happy? She was only slightly suspicious of her friend’s behavior though, his elevated mood and obvious excitement almost contagious. 

The gold flecks that shot through his green eyes shone as his cheeks rose up into them with his smile. “This time I...have something for you.” 

They were nearly there. Navina could see the brighter shafts of light coming through the trees and bushes as they thinned out closer to the cave mouth. “You have something for me?” She scrunched her face up questioningly. “What does that- why couldn’t you just...give it to me when I got there? What’s-”

“Because,” they climbed over a fallen tree in unison, the bottoms of their boots crunching on small gravelly rocks. “You need to see it, and it’s too dark down there.” 

Finally reaching the entrance to their hideaway- to my...my home- Firo stepped away from her and dug something out of the back pocket of his brown pants. Navina slung the bag off her shoulder, setting it down at her feet in a clatter of metal. She watched closely as he brought the leather wrapped object between the two of them. What does he have? 

“I found this two...no, three nights ago. When I first landed.” Squinting, she followed his fingers as they slipped under the flap of leather to uncover her gift. “Don’t know how I found it or why or…” He shook his head, the excitement still in his expression. “But as soon as I got down into the cave, soon as I was ready to settle in for the night? Something caught my eye and-” 

Navina gasped, her hand flying to her mouth as he revealed his surprise. “Firo… is that?” Eyes widening, she let her hand fall away from her lips to reach out for the small blade that he held in his hands. Asking questions was some kind of default setting that her mind had scrambled to out of pure shock. She knew without a shadow of a doubt what she was looking at. That’s a beskar kal… The short dagger’s hexagon-shaped blade glinted dark silver in the light as Firo handed it to her. Her heart thudded heavily against her ribs as her left hand closed around the grip, the fingertips of her right hand tracing the rectangular cut out that ran the length of the small but lethal blade. But these markings… Looking closer, she sucked in another breath. “Firo...this was,” tearing her eyes from the dagger was difficult, but she did so to look up at him. “This belonged to my father.” 

The shriek-hawk symbol that was engraved near the handle alone wouldn’t have identified this particular kal as her father’s. It was the addition of her mother’s clan’s signet, along with the tiny carved lettering that she could actually remember her father etching into the Mandalorian steel. Ina’ika.

“This will be yours one day, it’s only right that your name is added.”  His rich voice echoed in her memory, punctuated by the scratching and clanging of his tools, the little sparks flying from the beskar mesmerizing her. 

“Firo, I,” her eyes fell back to the dagger in her hands. “I never thought I’d see this again.” Twenty-three years. She hadn’t seen her father in Twenty-three years, and while she knew her mother was gone, she had never known for sure what had happened to her father. To my father or… But another thought sliced through, bringing with it a rush of hope that she knew was dangerous but couldn’t stop from flooding her anyway. “Firo, do you think that means… Do you think he was here? Recently?” The two of them had been back to Yavin countless times, and neither of them had ever found the blade. So why now? How? 

“Hey, Nav, I...I dunno about… if your dad was- when the last time he was here was or…”Firo lowered his eyes so that he’d intercept hers. “I know that it belongs with you. And I knew you’d be happy to have it back. That’s all I-” 

She didn’t let him finish though, launching herself at him in another forceful hug and being careful not to carve him up with her father’s dagger. “I know. I know you don’t know if he…” she sighed. I may have lost my family but… She pulled away then, brushing a tear away before she let it fully form. “Thank you, Firo.” 

He smiled, the muscles in his face far more familiar with that formation than any other. “You’re welcome, Nav.” Not letting the moment become more emotional than he knew she’d be comfortable with, he picked up her bag and shouldered it. “Now, come on. We’ve got some...things to discuss.” 

The mischief was back in his voice as Navina secured the kal in the inside pocket of her shawl. “Oh do we? What kind of things, trouble?” 

“Well,” he began as they ducked to enter the cavern. “You said you needed a ship, right?” Navina confirmed, eyeing him with a sideways glance. “Well. Word is that the scraps of Imperial garbage that were stationed on Nevarro left in a big hurry.” Navina grinned, already liking where this was going. “Such a hurry,” Firo continued with a wink, “that they left some of their...equipment behind.”

“What a shame,” she answered. “All those ships just...sitting there with no one to fly them.” 

“We really should do something about it, shouldn’t we?” 

We should. 

Not only would she and Firo both love to steal from the Empire, it would solve her transportation problem, and possibly get her closer to the information she’d been chasing. Whatever had caused the Empire to leave Nevarro in such a rush… Navina was sure that it had something to do with other Mandalorians. 

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[theduchessofdisaster]

A Bird in the Hand

Warnings: kidnapping, dubious consent, mind control, imprisonment.

Most people dreamed about being heroes who went to UA, but not you. Your quirk was not the kind that was usable in battle, unless you had wanted to be used as a shield... and as much as you valued heroisism... there was a limit to your ability to be a team player.

You had set yourself a much less lofty, but perhaps more profitable (and realistic goal, let’s be honest) of going into the business stream. You had an appreciation for heroes and Their aim to be on the front lines. You would be happy to be a support of their dreams and ambitions. But, your aim was an internship at one of the hero agencies, wherein you could help the heroes of today and tomorrow carve out a space in the sun. You had a knack for building relationships, and striking a bargain, and hoped that would help you in your quest to assist the heroes of tomorrow.

Besides, with a quirk like yours, it was better to be as far removed from the hero radar as possible. What you had was rarely useful to anyone but yourself. Immediate and permanent healing. That didn’t mean that you didn’t experience the pain of an injury, sadly that was not the case. What happened for you was that your body rejected the physical manifestations of an injury. The moment a knife scraped your hand, your body rejected the cut. You might bleed, depending on depth, but no actual injury would occur. And you would never scar either, which was a nice bonus to have.

The medical professionals that you had met throughout your life had wanted to study you, and use whatever part of your quirk they could replicate. You had spent time giving samples and demonstrations of your unique abilities for quite a large part of your youth, and so had a bit of an aversion to hospitals even now.

You were close to a few of the heroes in both class 1 and 2, and the support students were on your radar as well. You weren’t necessarily popular, but you were known. As a student focused on your studies, you were open to socialising whenever exams were not pressing in.

It hadn’t taken long after the first sports day for you to be impressed by several of your year 1 classmates. Shinso was a standout for you despite his ranking and not being in the hero stream just yet. Still, you could see him going far, and it wouldn’t take long for someone to see that he was an exceptional candidate for it. You approached warily, happy to see that he was interested in you as well, and while not outwardly apparent, touched that anyone had such a good impression of his abilities.

You didn’t work too hard at maintaining the relationship, but frequently said hi, or caught up with him in the moments he was available. Your no-nonsense attitude meant you rarely cared about what his ability could do to you, only what it could mean as a future hero. He also was friendly and driven enough that he made a good aquiantence and friend.

You had no idea that your attentions had Shinzo feeling any certain way. That his eyes lingered on you long after your brief exchange. He was thankful for the attention, and your interest in his abilities made him feel appreciated and liked. That you were also beautiful was not something he took for granted. He enjoyed watching the way you walked to class, how your eyes were viligantly watching your classmates. It was all very intriguing. Besides, Shinzo liked when your eyes found his, and he enjoyed the nod or smile he received whenever your eyes met. You didn’t seem to notice that his eyes had already been trained on you.

But Shinso had also been contacted by the league of villains, and his constant failure to get into the hero stream at school had left him aching for something more. When shigaraki had mentioned he would need some sort of Guarantee of his loyalty, something only shinso could provide, well his thoughts went dark. He knew someone he had said. Someone who had the ability to heal rapidly. Someone who no hero. He didn’t realize just how intrigued Shigaraki would be at a talent like yours.

So when he spoke to you one day with his eyes in yours you didn’t feel any different than usual. You were talking to him as you normally would, only to feel your mind go blank and your conscious no longer... there. You had taken a back seat to his will, a passenger in your own mind. He led you down alleys and streets far from school, and his voice was all you could hear in your head. You stared out the windows of your own eyes, but found no way of speaking your panic, no attempt to regain control was working.

You wanted to trust the boy who had smiled at you, wanted to know that he had your best interests in heart no matter how unsettling or wrong this felt. Still as your mind stayed securely locked on the back of your mind, and your senses dimmed you realized until he let you go, you could do nothing.

You paid little notice to where you were until you were switched back to being in control of your own body, and at that point you were only aware that you were in a smoky dimly lit bar. The eyes of shinsou and someone else you had seen before were on you as they discussed you.

“This is your exchange? Really? She’s a pretty little thing” The man covered in hands said, a red eye Largely obscured from view peering out you. “What did you say she has, a regenerative quirk?” He smirked at you, and his hands inches closer to your arm. You tried not to flinch as he laid restless fingers on you, laying them down one at a time, then drumming them on your skin, never allowing all of them to rest on you at once. You could feel a thrum of energy from him, but simply watched him with trepidation.

Yours eyes met Shinsou’s who for the first time since you knew him showed obvious displeasure, his jaw working to grind his teeth, his eyes focused on the fingers thrumming against your skin. Why did he bring you here to let someone touch you? “Why are you..” you start to ask, only for him to shake his head. Your eyes focus back on the man with the hands on you, and he gives a perverse chuckle as he hears your voice.

“Isn’t she sweet, and obedient too. Not going to ask your questions?” He cocks his head to the side, and you frown. Your logical mind knows you should be screaming, but you lack the information you need to know what is going on. Perhaps it wouldn’t be the worst to ask something? Your comb through your memory, aware of seeing this man somewhere, hearing that voice.... your blood stills in your veins when the recognition hits. You know who this is.

“Why am I here?” You ask him, looking at him rather than his dancing fingers. Your voice shakes slightly, but you try your best to sound calm. You know what he could do now, and you are not looking forward to finding out how your quirk holds up against his. And with a eye to shinsou you ask him “you know this is not how you get into the hero stream right? Were we not working on that together?” Your disappointment is almost worse than your fear. If you had your notebook you would scratch him off of the top of your list of heroes you would manage someday.

He has the gall to look unashamed. “Sadly, there is little chance of that, and I got a better offer.” He said. There was a moment where his breath hitched before he resumed his unapologetic air. The other man gave a mildly manic cackle and your eyes returned to his.

“My turn! I can tell you why your here... your little friend mentioned what you can do... and my little NPC I wanted to see if you can carry my burdens...” he smirked at his little joke, and his restless fingers clamped down on your arm. There was a tingle and your arm felt his attempt to disintegrate you, your skin knit itself back together over and over, as his quirk tried to battle against your quirk. You could feel it trying to work on you, the pain of falling apart ever present as his hands touched you, but you refused to break under him, regenerating over and over as he stayed pressed against you. When he pulled away, your skin was perfect. No mark or scar. “How perfect!” He said with glee.

He brought both hands down to your face, and the pain was immense, yet no longer how long he held down, your body refused to show any damage. You cried out, you could feel what he was doing but, no matter the pain your body refused to let you feel it. It hurt, it burned. And tears streamed down your face as he laughed at you.

“Perfect! Perfect!” He said, backing away. You cried out as he let you go, and lent your head back against the chair headrest. “She was made for me...” he said, his voice hushed as he looked you over once again. Your body slumped in horror at the look on his face. He turned to Shinsou, and gave a broad grin. “Your pledge is accepted! You passed level 1! Welcome to the league. Now, do you mind getting out of here?” He said turning back to you. “I got a companion quest to start.”

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