#at this point of his life he is able to maintain control during his full transformations. it drastically improves his survival skills

[slippinmickeys]

Three Part Harmony (22/25)

“I don’t know why, but I think the girls’ cabins are probably cleaner,” Scully had said, their arms full of firewood at a fork in the woods above the lodge. He had nodded and followed her and now a small fire was burning cheerfully in the grate of the first cabin to the west, a sign that read ‘Ojiig’ over the outside of the door. 

There were bunks all along the edges of the small building, stripped bare for the season, but they found a small cedar cabinet that housed linens and blankets a plenty. The top bunks were removable from the bottoms and easily lashed together to create a bed big enough to sleep the two of them with William in the middle. The pack-n-play had been one of the few things that Scully had not been able to bring. 

Once they had their minimal chores completed, the cabin warming up nicely, they turned to each other and existed in the exhale of the moment, so much ground to cover they were overwhelmed into silence. 

“Do you have any idea,” Scully finally said, stepping up to him, pressing her nose into his chest. “Do you know…”

He brought his arms around her and pulled her close, shushing her. 

She was hyper aware of him, had been since she’d connected with him during the rescue, and now every part of her body thrummed at every point of contact. 

“That was incredibly risky, what you did,” he mumbled into the crown of her head. “But thank you.”

At that she let the tears come, all the frustration and fear and longing coalescing into a tight ball of emotion that released like the opening of a steam vent. 

“Hey, what’s with the waterworks?” he asked gently, dipping his head to look at her. “I was only gone a few days.” 

Scully huffed a watery chuckle and held him, amazed at his capacity to laugh, to forgive, to love, to hope. After everything Mulder had been through, he was still soft, affectionate, ultimately kind and noble. She could occasionally feel herself harden against what felt like life’s continual abuse, but endeavored to take her cues from Mulder, who was always able to find a humane equilibrium.

He continued to murmur words of comfort, rubbing her back, his hands pulling little frissions of energy that skittered along her skin. She didn’t know if it was a byproduct of their mental connection, or just the result of their reunification, but she shivered under his touch. 

“Are you cold?” 

She pressed her body more firmly into him and looked up into his eyes. 

“No,” she said, and she could feel the energy in the room shift. Knowing what was likely about to happen, she closed the door on the connection to her son–he was at the apex of the distance she could be away from him anyway. 

Oddly, she could still feel Mulder’s consciousness, rippling just under the surface like river grass. 

Mulder leaned down, his lips just a hair's breadth from hers. “Whatever this is,” he whispered. “I can feel it, too.” 

Scully pushed up and pressed a kiss into him, and the careful control she’d been holding for the better part of a week instantly unraveled. Any semblance of restraint that they’d maintained due to the danger of their circumstances, or a necessary propriety in the presence of William or Rhonda, crumbled. 

Mulder’s hands raked through her hair and she threw her arms around his neck, their kissing turning desperate and frantic. 

Before she knew it, she was on her back on the makeshift bed, the scratchy wool of the blanket smelling pungently of cedar and making a mess of the back of her hair. Mulder was in between her legs, his body weight a delicious press. Her muscles felt heavy as rain clouds, the blood pooling above her thighs like a thunderhead.

They’d had so many close calls, she thought. So many missed opportunities. All of them running roughshod through her mind whenever their bodies came together. It made their lovemaking more urgent, and more poignant. It was still something to be cherished, but it was also something that needed to be felt . 

They were still wearing most of their clothes when Mulder pulled aside her panties and slid thickly into her, the noise he made as he did so throaty and hoarse. 

There was no finesse to this bout of lovemaking, no rhythm, but she still soared higher with every rough thrust, the wet sounds of their coupling the only soundtrack as she climbed.

Mulder had a pained look on his face, but she could sense his impending release, could feel it building alongside her own, the tension running just under the skin, arcing back and forth between them until they both came apart at the exact same moment. Their orgasm was roaring, chemical, like a deflagration to detonation transition, the spread of a flame that only burned between the two of them. 

They collapsed together in a damp heap, utterly spent and out of breath. 

Mulder was the first to move, rolling off of her briefly before pulling her into his side. 

“I love you,” he said. 

She turned in his arms to kiss him, to look him in the eye. "Me too."

“Now,” he said, and she could feel his nerves still thrumming alongside her own. “Tell me. What all can the two of you do? How do you do it?”

Scully reached out and strummed the bristles along his jaw. 

“I’ll show you,” she whispered.

XxX 

When they walked through the door of the lodge, Rhonda was holding a squirming William. Both the older woman and child lit up at the sight of the boy’s parents. 

“Something tells me,” Rhonda said, wearing a knowing smile, “that you got here just in time.”

Scully gave her a curious look. 

“Here,” Rhonda said, handing the child over. “Why don’t you help him walk over to his daddy.”

Scully felt a zing of delight shoot through her. She suspected what was about to happen. Reconnecting to the boy’s mind, she turned him and set his feet on the floor, holding him by the hands. 

Mulder, wearing a small curious smile, squatted down about six feet away and faced them, opening up his arms in invitation. 

“Hey bud,” he said encouragingly. “Come here!”

William took a few wobbly steps toward him, holding onto Scully for balance. 

“Go see Daddy,” she said, loosening her grip on him when they were only a couple feet away. And then William let go of her hands and lurched forward, walking on his own for three steps before falling into Mulder’s outstretched hands. 

Everyone immediately cheered, Rhonda and Scully whooping for joy while Mulder swung the boy up in the air, holding him above his head, the widest smile Scully had ever seen Mulder wear stretched across his face. 

“You did it!” Mulder praised his son effusively, and Scully could feel a surge of what felt almost like mental voltage coming off of the boy in a rushing wave. 

Above them, the lights hanging from the ceiling of the lodge glowed in white-hot candescence and then dimmed back to normal. Rhonda and Scully exchanged a quick look, but then turned back to William, all of them telling him what a good job he did, what a genius he was.  

Mulder lowered the boy until he was tucked up against his side, his face joyful. 

“If he’s done that before,” Mulder said, turning to Rhonda. “I don’t want to know.”

Rhonda smiled at him. “He looked like he was about to, so I scooped him up before he could. Wanted you both to be here to see it.”

Scully shot Rhonda a grateful look. William’s first steps and both she and Mulder were with him to bear witness. It felt a little like fate. 

XxXxXxXxXxX

Mulder leaned back in his chair and sighed contentedly, his belly full of a warm meal. 

They had pulled one of the cafeteria tables to the floor near the lodge’s fireplace and Rhonda had thrown together a delicious dinner of some of their more perishable foodstuffs. Scully had William in her lap, and she was taking turns feeding herself and the boy from the plate in front of her. She’d been wearing a small rare smile since their son had taken his first steps a little earlier in the evening. What Mulder wouldn’t give for that to be something she wore regularly. 

He studied his little family pensively. Flicked his eyes to the woman who was helping them at great risk to her own life. Scully caught his expression and her gaze lingered on it. 

“What I did to rescue you,” she said, feeding William a bite of banana. “I thought I would be pushing the limits of what William is capable of.”

He nodded at her eagerly, leaning forward so that his arms rested on the tabletop in front of him. 

“I didn’t,” Scully said, giving him a significant look. Goosebumps rose up on Mulder’s skin. “His power is even more vast and incredible than we dreamed.” Mulder considered this for a moment, what she was inferring; that these gifts would be both a blessing, and a curse. 

“Luckily,” she went on, “there’s a lot there that he can’t tap into. I think eventually he will be able to, or maybe only when he has very big feelings. But I think we can guide him as he grows up. Help him control it. Teach him when and how to use it.”

Important, Mulder knew, but he was more focused on the part she was leaving out. 

“You say there’s a lot there that he can’t tap into. Do you mean you can?”

Scully took a breath and then nodded at him solemnly. 

“So what kind of power are we talking about here, Scully? I saw you rip bolts from solid steel. Crush car door handles like they were soda pop cans…Do you think you can use his powers to kill?”

Mulder saw the apprehension wash across her face. 

“Yes,” she eventually said.

“And would you?”

Mulder knew that Scully would do anything to protect their son. He knew that she would kill without a second thought if someone were coming after him. But he needed her to say it. Needed her to acknowledge it. 

“Mulder…”

Mulder flitted his gaze to Rhonda and William and leaned toward Scully, resting his arms on his knees.

“Would you?” he asked quietly. 

Her voice was equally low. “Yes.”

Mulder gave her a small smile. It was finally time to give voice to something he’d been thinking about since his rescue.

“Good,” he said. “Because I think we need to fight back.” 

Scully swallowed thickly, turning her own eyes toward where their son sat on the floor at Rhonda’s feet, playing with a soft fabric book. 

“Fight back,” she said without inflection. 

“We can’t run forever,” Mulder explained. “We can’t give William a normal life if we’re being hunted. I think we have to hit them back. I think we have to hit them back so hard they wouldn’t dream of coming after us again.”

He watched Scully’s face for a reaction, but she kept her features unnervingly steady. 

Finally, she said, “And how would we do that? We take the fight to them?”

“Oh,” he said. “I think we all know they’re going to bring it to us. One way or another.”

Mulder could see Rhonda pale, even from several paces away.

“Agent Bryson,” Mulder went on. “Tried to make me a deal. William for our freedom. When I told him to go to hell, he assured me that he would get our son. He said this time when they came for him, it would be like the very hand of God coming down, rather than an SUV of black ops mercs.”

The room was very still, even William taking a moment to look up at the faces of the grown-ups around him. 

“And you think we can fight that and win?” Scully asked.

“I need to know if you think we can,” Mulder said. “Because I don’t think we have a choice.”

Most of the burden of their defense would necessarily come down on Scully’s shoulders, though he would do whatever he could to help her. His connection to their son was still and might always be rudimentary. A sharing of feelings, a wordless communication. He did not have the connection with him that Scully did. He couldn’t control what William could do like she could. And Scully seemed to be a necessary component to their shared nexus; the circuit through which their impulses passed. 

She looked at him levelly. 

“And if we take out whoever they send after us, you think they’ll leave us alone after that?”

Mulder looked at her squarely. “I don’t think they’ll have a choice.”

Scully released a slow breath. It was always going to come down to this, and they both knew it. 

“I don’t want to run any more,” she said. She sounded tired, but also determined. 

Mulder nodded at her, and as one, they turned to Rhonda. 

The woman looked down at William and then stood up straighter, a look of conviction settling on her features. 

“I’ve been running from things my whole life,” she said. She looked at Scully. “If you want to fight back…I’ll fight with you.”

Mulder turned to Scully as well. She licked her lips, looked at their son for a long moment. 

“Let’s end this,” she said. 

#the x-files #fanfic #my fic #msr #wip #family fic #but not fluff #three part harmony #almost done with this one folks

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As much as I know, Andragoras and Tahamine adopted Arslan because Tahamine gave birth to a baby girl, and after that she can't have baby anymore. But why Andragoras didn't try to have other babies with other women? Is there any explanation?

Okay, warning for novel spoilers.

First, the truth about the child born to Andragoras and Tahamenay. The baby was a son rather than a daughter, but unfortunately it was stillborn. This is revealed by Zahhak in Book 16:

'"If Tahamenay had given birth to the child without mishap, things would have turned out differently. Since the son born to that woman was stillborn, Andragoras panicked and staged a foolish charade. No only did he bring in someone else's son, but he also bought three baby girls, gave them the appropriate silver bracelets and sent them off to separate parts of the country. This was all for the sake of preventing the infertile Tahamenay from committing suicide."' (Book 16, Chapter Five, Part ii)

You're right that Tahamenay was left infertile after giving birth. I assume the birth itself must have been pretty traumatic for those who attended her to know this was the case right away, as if Andragoras had believed she was able to give him more children, I doubt he would have gone to all this effort.

As for why he didn't father children with anyone else, as far as I know there are no details about this, but we can make some guesses.

Andragoras doesn't seem to particularly care about the continuation of the royal line. He sees it for what it is, and in all honestly I think he gets a grim sense of satisfaction from hinting at the unpleasant truth while never revealing it in full, and was fully prepared to let the line die out after his death. I'm sure that in an ideal world he'd have liked to have his son inherit, but when that's not possible (specifically, when it's not possible for him to have another child with Tahamenay), from his point of view, a substitute will do.

He needed an heir in order to maintain stability in his rule, which is likely a big motivation for taking Arslan. By the time Arslan is named Crown Prince and officially designated as his heir, five years have passed. During that time, perhaps he held on to some hope that Tahamenay would somehow conceive again, but after five years it must have been apparent that it truly was impossible.

I do think, in the absence of a biological child with Tahamenay, he fully intended for Arslan to become Shah after his death, but was more interested in preserving his own power during his lifetime than he was in setting Arslan up for success.

For Andragoras, I think his biggest motivation was "having". The throne. The wealth and power that came with it. Pars itself. And Tahamenay as his queen. He wanted more than anything to possess her, and he did it by controlling her since he couldn't force her to love him and he knew that without believing she had a living child out there somewhere, she would find a way to escape by killing herself. Perhaps he was even so obsessed with her that no other woman would do. I believe all of this mattered more to him than thinking about what would happen to the country after his own death. He's a very selfish person, especially compared to Arslan.

Unlike Andragoras, Arslan has no personal desire for power and does not wish to be Shah for his own sake, but rather views it as his duty. He spends his whole life wondering what an ideal ruler is like and worries about not living up to that ideal. He is conscientious and puts the future of his people before all else. He doesn't care about riches or treasure. And he does not want to marry or have an heir of his own. They are total opposites in every way.

(That last bit was a digression; I just find it interesting. Hopefully this has answered your question!)

May as well edit to add here as well as in the comments: it is also mentioned in Book 7 that part of the reason for the baby-swap is that having a son preserves Tahamenay’s status. That must have been important to Andragoras (again, for selfish reasons, not for Tahamenay’s sake).

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #arslan senki novel spoilers #andragoras #tahamenay #arslan #zahhak

[sillymaxing]

Idk what to call my AU, but here are some character descriptions and hcs.

CW: mentioned war, mentioned torture, mentioned suicidal ideation, imprisonment, isolation.

General

When the main 4 were living together, Tord was 25, Edd was 25, Tom was 24, and Matt was 23.

Tord moved away when he turned 26

And then 3 years later he comes back, now 28.

And within a month, He is kicked out cause all of the events in The End.

The invasion happens a year later. When Tord had time to regroup.

Tord

Doesn’t show his face. He wears a very silly red armored mask.

5’8

He’s an inventor, engineer, scientist. This man is SO smart.

He knew about Tom’s Monster form for a while. Even before he moved out. He just didn’t say anything.

More focused on work than romance or even friendship.

Absolutely no restraint or hesitation on the battlefield.

Very much addicted to smoking. It’s to the point where he claims he can’t think straight if he doesn’t smoke.

Really wishes Edd and Tom were just random people instead of old friends, because now he feels guilt and remorse hurting them.

Paul is like an older brother figure to him.

Patryck is someone Tord met when he moved away originally. They totally met at the gym.

Paul

In this AU, Paul is actually a HUGE behind the scenes guy.

The Red Army was his idea originally.

In fact, he was going to be the leader.

But he met Tord, and saw CRAZY potential.

Convinced Tord to move away and train underneath him.

Listen, this man has like maxed out charisma. Convinced this little red guy to leave his entire life behind.

Tord is the face of the Red Army, and the one making most of the decisions. Paul is like his advisor.

Didn’t actually like Patryck at the start, but they work as fine coworkers. They can get along pretty well now.

Paul is 5’10

In his early 40s

Patryck

Patryck was a regular dude going to college and studying Supply Chain Management and Information Systems.

This guy is a businessman through and through.

Tord tried to convince him to join the Red Army, but Patryck insisted that he finish college first.

And he DID!! But during college, Patryck would train with Paul and Tord. He learned how to handle melee weapons, firearms, etc.

In his early 30s.

5’11

He really likes video games. Keeps a Nintendo Switch in his room at the Red Army base.

Really wants to grow out his hair, but Paul and Tord have instructed that it can’t be longer than shoulder length due to safety precautions.

Normally has his hair in a ponytail or man bun.

Tom

Okay so Tom’s monster form is like 20 feet tall.

While in his monster form, he isn’t really conscious.

He can kinda control when he turns into his full monster form, but can’t control when he turns back human.

Has this half human half monster form? But it varies. The more monster-like he is, the more foggy his brain gets.

REALLY bad suicidal ideation. He tries to remain strong and tough, but after about a year of being in a lab, it starts to eat away at him.

5’10

The most notable traits of his monster form are razor-sharp claws, teeth, a spiky tail, horns, and purple literally everywhere.

He isn’t allowed to talk to Edd. Isn’t even informed that Edd is captured.

Ever since experiments started, Tom’s craving proteins a lot more, and eats a lot more food in general, since he has to maintain his monster form for longer.

Once Tom starts cooperating, he gets little rewards! Like being able to talk to Matt, extra rest time, comfortable clothes, longer showers, even gets to go outside sometimes.

Edd

Oh boy.

When Edd abandoned Matt, he ran to start the Resistance.

Edd REALLY misses Tom. Regrets not staying around for him.

REALLY good with melee weapons.

Unmatched rage towards Tord. Towards any Red Army soldier. And now that Matt joined the Red Army, only proving Edd right, he now has unmatched rage for Matt.

If Edd and Tom were actually able to talk to each other, they would plan their escape.

Like actually HATES Tord. Hates him more than anything.

5’9

Really misses how things used to be.

Regrets ever letting Tord back in their home.

He feels like all of this is his fault, and that he could’ve prevented it.

Constantly replaying his past in his head, thinking about what he could’ve done differently.

Stays in an isolated cell after his capture. Only a handful of soldiers are allowed to interact with him.

Tord keeps him painfully updated on Resistance survivors that have joined the Red Army since his capture.

Matt

First of all, he’s 6’2.

He isn’t imprisoned for that long compared to Tom and Edd. He’s only in a cell for like 2ish months before being let out. This is mainly because he gave up fighting about a month in, but Tord needed to make sure Red Army actually had Matt’s loyalty, and it wasn’t just a lie.

Matt went from the cell straight into duties, becoming an official member of the Red Army.

Matt works as the supply manager?? Idk the right name for it, but he tracks food and water supply. He’s Patryck’s assistant too.

Matt takes on a few other duties here and there. He doesn’t do anything battlefield related.

Matt is also tasked with showing new recruits around the main base.

He has a room right next to Tord’s.

Sneaks away to bring Tom food or to just talk with him.

#eddsworld #eddsworld future #ew tord #ew edd #ew matt #ew tom #red army #red leader #ew paul #ew patryck #eddsworld au #future matt #future edd #future tom #future tord

[fanbun]

Rick Sanchez & The Stages of Grooming (6/6)

Stage 6: Maintaining Control

Once sexual abuse is occurring, perpetrators commonly use secrecy, blame, and threats to maintain the child’s participation and continued silence. In order to maintain control, perpetrators use emotional manipulation; they make the child believe they are the only person who can meet their emotional and material needs. The child may feel that the loss of the relationship, or the consequences of exposing it, will be more damaging and humiliating than continuing the unhealthy relationship.

"If you tell anyone, we both could go to jail, We won't be able to be together." Or "If you tell anyone, something bad could happen to your family." (x)

Secrecy & Threats

As we know, Rick’s goal from the start is to get Morty to go on adventures with him and make him his partner/sidekick. When he realizes that Beth and Jerry could kick him out if they knew that he was endangering their son’s life and using him, he threatens Morty with “you’re going to keep your mouth shut about [the adventures], Morty.” 

Keep in mind this happens in the pilot after the mega seeds incident. So this secrecy between them is something that Rick sets up from the get-go, even though it falls through pretty quickly as the family gets increasingly involved in the adventures themselves.

Rick then says “the world is full of idiots who don’t understand what’s important, and they’ll tear us apart, Morty. The outside world is our enemy, Morty. We’re the only friends we’ve got, Morty.”

Here Rick is creating an ‘us vs. them’ mentality to convince Morty not to betray him by telling his parents what happens during their adventures. He then threatens Morty that the world will tear them apart if they are found out. He’s using the emotional closeness he’s fostered against him to say that if Morty tells anyone he will lose the close connection the two of them have.

This scene is… very peculiar when compared to how nonchalant Rick acts most of the time. But this was also the pilot episode where Rick’s characterization was noticeably different from how it later became. In the beginning he was much less level-headed, more careless, and made impulsive decisions. But since in the same episode he almost blew up the world, it’s fair to say his behavior was affected since he was at a mental breaking point.

We don’t get to see this particular secretive and oppressive side of Rick again until the season 3 premiere, after he manages to get Beth to side with him over Jerry. With the parents’ divorce in progress, Rick immediately gets Morty alone to tell him about how much darker their adventures will become now that he is “the de facto patriarch of your family and your universe.” He insists that even if Morty tells anyone about what Rick is saying they won’t believe him.

“I just took over the family, Morty! And if you tell your mom or sister I said any of this I’ll deny it, and they’ll take my side because I’m a hero, Morty! And now you’re going to have to go and do whatever I say, Morty! Forever!”

Through this scene, Rick instills a sense of hopelessness in Morty by asserting that he will always be the most powerful, he will always be in charge, and he will always get his way. So when he tells Morty that he has to do whatever he says, it is just as much of a threat that he can turn whoever Morty tells against him - similar to how the fear of Rick leaving turned Beth against Jerry. It’s blackmail.

Blame

On top of the threats, there is also the fact that Rick tends to blame Morty for any mishaps in their adventures. For example, in Rick Potion #9, even after making multiple supposed mistakes and Cronenberging humanity, Rick acts like the whole thing is Morty’s fault for wanting a love potion in the first place. He calls Morty a “creep” to shame him even though Rick should have just refused Morty’s request in the first place if he thought it was so wrong.

Rick projecting and blaming others for his own faults comes up multiple times in the series. If The ABCs of Beth is anything to go by, Rick also did this with Beth. He insults her by saying she was a “scary kid” for the trouble she got into with the dangerous gadgets he agreed to make her as a child, deflecting every accusation that Beth throws his way.

Their argument is a testament to Rick’s selfishness and refusal to reflect inward to challenge his own flaws, probably because he is scared of what he’ll find out about himself. This may be changing due to season 5’s finale, but we have yet to see how Rick actually develops based on his acknowledgement of the abusive relationship he has with Morty. 

Another instance that Rick shifts blame onto Morty is after he, Summer, and Morty are forced into a soul orgy with the slut dragons in Claw and Hoarder: Special Ricktim's Morty. Even though Rick is the one who gave Morty the dragon, he yet again blames the incident on Morty for daring to ask for something. 

Let me offer greater context to let this sink in... Rick blames Morty for their shared incestuous sexual experience despite the fact that Morty was the one to protest the most beforehand. Rick places the seed in Morty’s mind that it’s his own fault that he feels dirty, because he was the initiator of the adventure. He “asked” for it, even though Morty had no way of knowing that events would unfold the way they did.

Rick’s shady secretive side also returns in this episode when he tells Morty and Summer “maybe don’t tell your parents we did this” during the orgy. So it seems there are certain things Rick still expects his grandchildren to keep quiet about. And in Rattlestar Ricklactica he shows he isn’t above using physical violence to punish Morty for disobeying his orders.

Morty’s Trauma Bond

Forgetting Sarick Mortshall and Rickmurai Jack show Morty’s unhealthy attachment to Rick even after all of the physical and emotional abuse he has suffered. Despite everything, those episodes prove that Morty does value their relationship and doesn’t want to be apart from him. In other words, Morty shows symptoms of being in a trauma bond.

When Rick temporarily leaves Morty for the crows, Morty is desperate to get back together with him. And even when Beth tells Morty to stand up for himself and demand to be treated better, he says he doesn’t care if Rick’s abuse continues as long as they can be partners again. So of course we never see Morty tell anyone about the things Rick wants him to keep secret. Rick has successfully made Morty completely reliant on him for connection and companionship.

In conclusion, Morty is fine remaining under Rick’s control because Rick intentionally conditioned him to be that way. In the season 5 finale, Rick even makes a half-joking comment about how Mortys really are “bred for forgiveness” after his Morty chooses to stay with him instead of escaping the Citadel as it’s being destroyed. 

Though it can be argued that Morty wasn’t “bred” in the same way that the Citadel Mortys were, Rick’s comment nonetheless insinuates that this forgiveness was something groomed into him by a Rick. And if you ask me, it was likely C-137 himself.

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#finally doooooone #this part is so straightforward i probably didn't have to analyze everything as much as i did #Rick and Morty #Rick Sanchez #rickorty #c 137cest #rnm meta #rick sanchez & the stages of grooming #child abuse cw #grooming cw #csa mention #long post

[morninkim]

Season 2 Arc: Rita & Tommy Breakdown

ANOTHER STORY BREAKDOWN. WOO.

Most of RotMMPR's second season would focus on the Rangers' struggle against a resurfaced Rita Repulsa, now in possession of Tommy. A big motif, like with the rest of the series, would be Control over others vs. Freedom of Expression, especially in regards to Tommy's past and present contrasted with Rita's, as well as how that shapes their attitudes toward Individuality.

Leaving the full under the cut, but if you wanna take a read, please do! (it is... very long.)

Pre-series Background: Rita

Zedd, and by extension Rita, represent exertion of control over others and bending their wills to suit your own needs. Through manipulation, through coercion, through possession.

Rita's backstory involves her beginning life as a construct created from Zedd's seventh shard of the Zeo Crystal. Throughout the old war era with the Original Rangers, she takes several bodies, accumulating their abilities as time goes on and with each new body, growing stronger. During this time, she goes by the name Atir, an archaic word from the Eltarian language meaning "zero" or "empty". Initially this name is given to her by Zordon as a descriptor when she first appears on a battlefield, taking bodies from both armies and discarding them when they get too damaged, she claims it for herself as an act of spite.

Her longest sustained body was Bandora, a witch from an outer world who by far provided her the most abilities of any of her bodies. Bandora was a sweet older woman, who was able to maintain her consciousness within Atir's possession thanks to her own abilities. Over time, Bandora would wear Atir down, showing the shadow kindness despite her use of her body, exploiting and cultivating a need for self expression in it. Bandora would then exploit this need, using it to exorcise Atir from her body and help Zordon and the Power Rangers trap the shadow in an Eltarian urn. However, Bandora's advanced age and weakened form led to her death immediately following the exorcism.

The urn would be jettisoned and left on what would eventually become Earth's moon, with the crippled Power Rangers' spaceship crash landing in what would be the Mojave desert.

Atir would lay dormant in the urn for 10,000 years, until it is uncovered by one of the last Apollo missions in the early 70s and comes under ownership and study of Dr. Sean Finster, a xenobiologist and linguistics enthusiast. He translates the writing on the urn as "Rita Repulsa", unaware that he has translated it backwards, with the the text reading "Atir Asluper" in old Eltarian. A rough translation to English would be "Empty Vessel", the Eltarian equivalent of Earth's "This is not a place of honor" warnings placed near nuclear waste sites.

Atir, having had no life to latch onto or communicate with for 10,000 years, immediately started to feed off of the good doctor's insecurities, projecting thoughts into his head and manipulating him into eventually releasing her again to destroy the newly emerged Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.

She takes possession of Tommy at this point, who had just moved to Angel Grove a few months prior and continued to have trouble fitting in.

Pre-series Background: Tommy

Tommy grew up an orphan, adrift either on the streets or the foster system. She'd not had an easy life and to an extent had grown used to moving around, never staying in one place for too long. When she was eventually adopted by Grace Oliver two years ago, she finally felt like she could stay somewhere and never have to leave again. But that only lasted just over a year before they had to leave Reefside and move to Angel Grove, due to Grace's new job that she could never be super clear or honest about to her daughter.

The dishonesty frustrated Tommy, which made it difficult for her to feel like she could really put down roots, start to make friends and build a life. She became friendly with a few of the other kids at school, like Zack and Curtis Taylor, and Richie Mendoza, even getting a little cozy with Kimberly Hart, but she never felt like she could open up to them, not really.

On the day Rita's shadow takes her body, she'd just been stood up by Kimberly after she finally worked up the courage to ask her out on a date (Kim got called away for Ranger business which would end up resulting in Rita's release, go figure). She feels isolated, bummed out and her anxiety gets to her hard. Which gives the shadow an opening to take hold and enter her mind.

Rita then uses Tommy's body to visit Dr. Finster in secret at his home and coerce him into using his knowledge of xenobiology and study of the Putty Patrollers to create monsters to attack Angel Grove and kill the Power Rangers so she can conquer the Earth unopposed. All this in the name of her Lord, the Dark Specter, Zedd. It's then she takes the name Rita Repulsa, once again claiming a name given to her for herself.

Green with Evil and Tommy's Struggle

Rita doesn't have full control at first, she's been dormant in the urn for 10,000 years and her power isn't at the fullest yet. She soon hears word of the missing Green Power Coin from Dr. Finster, who was present at the Rangers' first meeting with Zordon and Alpha V due to passing out during the devastating Rangers vs. Shadow Rita fight.

Rita decides that the best way to regain her previous strength would be to claim the missing Power Coin and use it to regenerate herself, at the cost of her host over time. Tommy remains unaware of her body being under Rita's control for a time, slowly becoming more and more agitated and unwell, as she gets little sleep while Rita claims her body almost every night. She starts becoming aware of it as Rita slowly takes more of a hold on her, pushing her to sabotage herself and her social life so she'll let go and surrender to Rita's control.

On the flipside, Rita also remains dormant in Tommy's mind as she goes about her day.

She makes up with Kimberly, going on a few dates that are actually successful, despite the Pink Ranger's duties and Tommy's increasing restlessness.

Grace opens up just a little bit, becoming worried for her daughter and not wanting her work to interfere more than it should with being there for her, as Tommy's struggling becomes all the more clear. She starts taking more time off to spend time with Tommy, inspired by Dr. Finster's own increased days off - not aware that he's spending that time creating monsters for the shadow inside her daughter.

Rita sows discord in Tommy's head, but she's able to ignore it for the most part. That is, until Rita claims the Green Power Coin in a battle with the Rangers, and her host's identity is revealed to them.

With Rita at full strength, in bursts, thanks to the Power Coin and her new Dark Green Ranger powers, Tommy now takes a backseat, a prisoner in her own head as Rita goes about her wreaking havoc as much as she is able to, whenever she wants to.

Tommy flip flops between wanting to keep herself afloat and wanting to just give up. She's already so far gone. Rita even attacks her mother, Tommy's face uncovered by her Dark Green helmet, frightening the closest thing she's ever had to family. Grace even manages to discharge a weapon at her assailant, making it hard for Tommy to picture anything else when thinking about her mother for a while.

Dr. Finster, growing weary of the shadow's manipulation and what she's made of him, sees Tommy's disheveled form in Rita's hideout in a rare moment of the shadow's absence and, realising her connection to Grace, appeals to her directly. He tells her of how Grace always wanted to make something of herself, but never truly could until she stopped doing it for other people, for their acceptance, or because they'd told her to. Be and act unapologetically as herself, on her own terms. He urges Tommy not to give up, to keep going for her own sake, anyone telling her different be damned. Including the shadow in her mind.

Rita hears this appeal, taking control for just a moment to push back against his words, but the seed in Tommy's mind had already been planted.

Rita, meanwhile, had found herself thinking about Bandora more and more, how she'd encouraged her individuality, to make decisions on her own terms and not because it was what Zedd had ordered of her. She'd also begun thinking about how she'd been depriving her hosts of that all this time, never considering what they may have wanted to do.

She comes to doubt her place in everything, in the Empire. After all, her master was defeated thousands of years ago, and yet here she is, still carrying out what she thinks would be his will, collecting what remained of him and sending her lackeys to do the same off-planet on the off-chance she could eventually restore his form and his Empire. Still acting on his behalf instead of her own.

The good Doctor's words further stirred these thoughts, perhaps leading to her outburst in opposition. He'd planted a seed in Tommy's head, and that's exactly where Rita lived. Despite these thoughts, she'd think herself too far gone. Nowhere to go now but down. And she'll take everyone and everything she can with her.

Conclusions

Rita launches what she considers her final assault, going all out and drawing all the energy she can from the Green Power Coin to destroy everything, essentially turning herself, and by extension Tommy, into a ticking time bomb. The Dragonzord blasts the city and surrounding areas, only barely fought off by the Rangers' newly formed Megazord, a sight Rita had not seen since her final battle with the previous team.

The Rangers' new Megazord overpowers the Dragonzord, leading to a ground battle where the team wear down the Dark Green Ranger, desperately appealing to their friend, to Tommy, to fight the shadow infecting her. They urge and encourage her self image, tell her to keep going, echoing many of the sentiments Finster had seeded already.

There's a short scene within a liminal space, between Rita and Tommy.

"Your friends seem set on taking you away from me."

"Yeah... They sure do." Tommy stands from her curled up position on the ground.

"Do you truly think you can just stop being mine?" Rita levels her staff at Tommy's throat, preparing to erase her completely.

Tommy shoves the staff away, fire in her eyes. "I've never been yours," she manifests the Dragon Saber in her hands, the weapon taking on a purified, more compact form, the Dragon Dagger. "Now get the hell out of my head!"

With the weapon plunged into Rita's proverbial heart, she is exorcised from Tommy's body, breaking the spell and freeing her.

A weakened, shadowed Rita watches from the rubble as the Rangers comfort their friend and take her back to the Command Center. Rita acts in desperation, mustering what little energy she'd already gathered to take control of Dr. Finster's body and put all the pieces of her Lord back together. She uses her remaining magic to revive what she can of Zedd, hoping for forgiveness for what she perceives as going against his wishes.

The shadow she revives is not whole, but it is enough of the Dark Specter to congratulate her on bringing him back, and in time he'll return to full strength. Now the two of them can continue what they started all those millennia ago-

"The two of us?" The Specter seems puzzled.

"Yes, we'll destroy this world together. Then conquer all that remains in this universe," the shadow responds, an old man's voice obviously unsteady. Whether it's the body she now inhabits, or a sign of her own insecurity, is unclear. "Won't we?"

"My dear, dear shadow. There is no 'we', I will be the one to control all. You will simply listen and follow my command. As you always have."

"No! I deserve to rule! All I've done, I've done for you! I deserve it!"

"Oh? Do you mean to defy me, shadow?"

Rita grits her teeth, glaring into the Specter. "My name is not 'shadow'. My name is Rita Repulsa, and you will listen to me!"

"Ah, so you do," The Specter sighs, "Pity. You were one of my favourites."

Without another word, the newly resurrected Zedd re-consumes the shadow he once created, replenishing his powers with hers and absorbing all the knowledge she'd gathered. Including knowledge of these new Power Rangers and the services Dr. Finster can provide.

While Tommy is rewarded and thrives by striving for her individuality and making her own choices; Rita has never had that and therefore has no clue what to do with it when she has it, which sends her into a panic - only truly coming to terms with it when confronted with having it taken away again, far too late.

That wouldn't be the last of Rita though, she'd make a reappearance in the finale to assist the Rangers by holding Zedd back from the inside, giving them an opening to end him once and for all.

A final act. A final choice that was truly her own, for herself, and for the ultimate good of others. It's not redemption, but she never wanted that.

#rotmmpr #mmpr #power rangers #rita repulsa #tommy oliver #for those unfamiliar rise is my version of an animated reboot for mmpr! #meta for a show that doesn't exist GO #gonna make a few more of these going into depth on some more rise stuff like character dynamics and arcs - y'know. along w more designs #wanna do one focussing on the various romances the show would have - tommy/kim trini/richie zack/angela etc #plus the already established relationships like ernie/ernie bulk/skull and stuff #some are more of a focus than others (tomberly obvs plays a big role) but they're all important in one way or another #ANYWAY #my writing #as usual some details might be subject to change as i keep developing my ideas - this is also mostly off the dome. also as usual lmao

[yeonban]

*  SHALNARK,  HEADCANONS ┆ UPBRINGING.

While  Shalnark  has  lived  a  good  portion  of  his  life  in  Meteor  City  alongside  the  other  members  of  the  Phantom  Troupe,  he  wasn’t  born  /  left  there  at  birth,  nor  was  he  raised  there.  In  actuality,  he  was  born  to  a  rather  normal  family  composed  of  a  Kurta  who  had  passed  the  clan’s  rigorous  tests  and  received  the  opportunity  to  explore  the  world,  and  his  wife  who  he  had  met  sometime  during  his  journey.  This  family  is  the  reason  why  Shalnark  knew  his  birth  date,  blood  type  and  so  on  for  Neon’s  (Chrollo’s)  fortune  telling.

Since  the  Kurta  blood  flows  through  his  veins  but  his  father  hadn’t  been  certain  on  whether  Shalnark  would  inherit  the  scarlet  eyes  or  not  (considering  he  is  only  half  Kurta),  he  taught  his  son  everything  he  himself  had  been  taught  by  the  clan,  from  his  knowledge  about  the  world  and  all  that  could  be  found  in  it  (which  was  the  equivalent  of  the  clan’s  written  and  oral  tests),  to  exercises  about  how  to  keep  his  emotions  in  check  (which  served  as  a  way  to  make  sure  Shalnark  would  not  get  angry  nor  upset,  as  their  clan  members  had  the  tendency  to,  and  in  turn  wouldn’t  become  a  target  of  harassment  nor  bounties  because  of  his  scarlet  eyes,  in  the  case  that  he  did  indeed  inherit  them).

The  former  type  of  knowledge  is  the  reason  behind  Shalnark’s  vast  expertise  in  various  fields  that  he  shouldn’t  normally  be  an  expert  on;  for  example,  being  able  to  distinguish  what  sort  of  worm  Uvogin  had  been  infected  with,  under  which  conditions  it  would  hatch  its  eggs  in  his  body  and  how  to  most  efficiently  neutralize  its  effects  before  they  killed  him.  The  latter,  however,  backfired  on  Shalnark’s  parents.  It  had  been  successful,  in  the  way  that  Shalnark’s  eyes  had  never  once  turned  scarlet  and  he  never  became  genuinely  angry  nor  upset  to  a  point  where  it’d  affect  his  judgement,  but  it  had  also  caused  his  disconnect  from  human  emotions,  and  left  him  dangerously  indifferent  to  a  majority  of  things.  As  a  result,  Shalnark  is  perfectly  able  to  maintain  his  smile  and  composure  regardless  of  how  dire  a  situation  might  get  and,  furthermore,  he  holds  a  completely  objective  view  of  the  world,  which  is  never  clouded  by  his  personal  preferences.  This  is  partly  why  Shalnark  never  became  too  attached  to  his  parents  and  why  he  was  unbothered  by  the  brutal  massacre  of  the  Kurta  clan,  even  though  they  were  technically  his  family  (through  blood,  at  least).

Outside  of  the  Kurta  traditions  and  customs  his  father  had  passed  onto  him,  Shalnark  lived  a  relatively  calm  life  until  his  teenagerhood,  when  his  father’s  accidental  loss  of  self-control  and  scarlet  eyes  transformed  their  family  into  a  target.  His  father  was  eventually  killed,  while  his  mother  abandoned  Shalnark  in  Meteor  City.  Having  received  no  explanation  from  her,  to  this  day  Shalnark  is  unsure  on  whether  she  abandoned  him  to  save  his  life  (since  he  “presumably”  inherited  the  scarlet  eyes)  or  whether  she  abandoned  him  to  save  her  own  life  (since  she  only  became  a  target  due  to  her  connection  to  her  husband  and  son),  but  he  doesn’t  exactly  care  either  way,  and  holds  no  grudge  nor  gratitude  towards  her  efforts.  After  the  Kurta  clan  massacre,  Shalnark  discarded  his  family  name  and  created  a  new  one,  namely  “Ryuseih”  (from  ‘meteor’  city),  to  avoid  any  association  with  bounty  hunters  aiming  for  any  Kurta  survivors.  He  doesn’t  use  his  full  name  often,  preferring to  be  called  “Shalnark”,  but  he  uses  it  for  official  documents  such  as  his  hunter  license.

Although  Shalnark  doesn’t  hate  the  Kurta  clan,  nor  holds  any  sort  of  dislike  for  it,  his  father’s  teachings  and  indirect  threat  to  their  lives,  paired  with  his  mother’s  potential  abandonment,  alienated  Shalnark  from  the  idea  of  “family”  and  its  typical  connotations.  As  such,  he  holds  no  care  for  his  parents,  and  by  extension  considers  the  Kurta  clan  at  large  to  be  strangers  instead  of  family  members.  With  this  viewpoint  in  mind,  he  was  easily  able  to  not  only  watch  the  Kurta  massacre  happen,  but  also  take  part  in  it  himself.  On  this  topic,  this  disconnect  is  also  the  reason  why  Shalnark  can  readily  accept  the  new  members  who  have  gained  their  spot  in  the  troupe’s  ranks  by  killing  other  members  (as  Hisoka  did,  by  killing  the  previous  #4),  as  well  as  why  Shalnark  kept  his  composure  during  Chrollo’s  kidnapping  and  preferred  to  follow  Pakunoda  and  kill  Kurapika  as  per  Chrollo’s  orders,  instead  of  go  through  with  the  negociations  to  save  Chrollo’s  life.

#muse: shalnark kurta. #* shalnark kurta. / development. #long post / #ask 2 tag #I was thinking about adding his thoughts on the ma.ssacre and maybe even come up with a more in-depth analysis for it but #this post already got TOO long so maybe that'll come in the future on its own hc post #I also have a long af post about his disconnect and its consequences but I need to see how I'll word it properly bc it's mostly bulletpoints

[canichangemyblogname]

firstly, I loved your clone essay and I can't wait for your deathwatch one if it's still in the works

I had a question about the Jedi philosophy/teachings if you're cool to answer—the Chosen One prophecy said that Anakin would bring balance to the Force. I've only seen the movies once so I can't remember how much stake the Jedi put in that (IIRC it was just Qui-Gon's interpretation?) but I took that to mean that the Force had to be unbalanced, assuming in favor of the Light Side. I guess my question is since the Jedi are good, how could their destruction be anything balancing? Obviously the point couldn't have been that they should be more tolerant of the Dark Side, and I don't know how they could be if it corrupts but does that just mean the prophecy was BS? I don't know if I'm interpreting it wrong or missing something?

all /gen sorry if this seems like a really stupid question lol

First. Thank you so much!!! The essay is still in the work! It's just a matter of having time (a.k.a. having a full weekend when I'm not working and am willing to stay inside and spend all day doing research and write an essay).

Second. It is certainly not a stupid question! I nevertheless appreciate the tone indicator! I know it's hard to convey tone through text over the internet.

So, from what I understand, the light side is the balance. The dark side must be kept under firm control or this balance is lost.

When the clone wars break out, we remember Yoda saying, "Victory? Victory, you say? Master Obi-Wan, not victory. The shroud of the dark side has fallen. Begun the Clone War has."

The dark side, long kept under control by the Jedi, had broken free, in a sense. They were no longer able to pin point it or regain control of its influence and power. And this had been building over the years.

Essentially, the force was already unbalanced.

The council and the Order's Leadership had been blinded by their hubris and as @whymylifehome, has previously said, the Jedi lost their battle against the dark side at Geonosis. In that moment, they commit themselves to war, not peace; destruction, not life, and their own imbalances and flaws come to the forefront.

"As Jedi, we were trained to be keepers of the peace, not soldiers. But all I've been since I was a Padawan is a soldier."

-Ahsoka Tano

But they also commit themselves to other wrongs. Like the use of a slave army and the use of child soldiers and eventually acts we'd consider immoral (like burning Geonosians alive).

We see this narrative during the Mortis arc too. The Brother represents how the dark side has broken free in the universe. The Father represents keeping this force under control. But he is growing older and weaker and can no longer contain his son, representing the Jedi's ineffectiveness at keeping the dark side under control. In his attempt to break free of control, the Son kills the embodiment of the Light Side, the Daughter/Sister.

And according to George Lucas, balance is when light prevails and people control their darkness. Although, he has given many conflicting statements on this since the OT aired. For example:

"The overriding philosophy in Episode I—and in all the Star Wars movies, for that matter—is the balance between good and evil." -George Lucas, quoted in L. Bouzereau, Star Wars: The Making of Episode I, 1999

But it seems, more recently, that he has been defining balance in the force as the removal of the toxicity, hatred, and fear of the dark side. And it seems that this is something that must be constantly maintained and upkeep by the Jedi.

So their destruction brought imbalance.

So it, obviously, becomes hard for them to maintain the balance when they've mostly been rounded up and killed at the start of the new Sith Empire run by Darth Sidious. And it's something that continues to be hard to do when the responsibility of rebuilding the Jedi and helping to maintain that balance falls on one person. I've argued that Luke Skywalker was "set up" to fail. He's attempting to bring back the Jedi Order a generation after the near-total annihilation of all Jedi and the complete collapse of the Order.

He took on the total responsibility for creating a force of Force users to keep the dark side maintained and contained.

He helped his father bring balance by defeating the Emperor and thus usher in a new era, but he was going to fail. He did not have the same robustness as the Order did and that meant he did not have the same influence and power to keep an eye on and actually wrangle the dark side and it's influences.

So much so, that he gives into fear. Fear of failure and fear of destruction and fear of the dark side rearing it's ugly head again and tipping the balance he'd been working so hard to maintain, practically alone (or so it seems).

#Jedi Order #The Force #Hope that makes sense! #Thank you for asking!!! #ask #inbox #patchmates

[heartscfvalor]

Test Muse: Callum Grant

Keep the wolves from the door I hear them scratching like I don't know better Won't you keep the wolves from the door

In a world where magic is known and monsters skulk in the darkness, Callum Grant is the middle child of the family, with an elder brother and a younger sister, growing up in Middlesborough, England with his family. What many do not know is that the Grant family are werewolf shifters; the first full moon after puberty begins is when a shifter is first forced into the transformation, and every full moon thereafter they are forced into transforming, until they learn to control the wrath and their senses, after that the transformation is more voluntary. But it is known to allow the moon to control the shift at least twice a year, or else risk losing your control and slipping into madness.

As werewolves are often discriminated against, the Grants have done their best to ensure that their family is safe and their secret well hidden. Their children were educated in well maintained schools, and then universities, and Callum eventually joined law enforcement in order to make use of his abilities, becoming a licensed, freelance PI who specialized in missing persons cases.

Like many werewolves of his kind, Callum has the strength of five men, and unparalleled senses, including a sense of smell. He’s able to track a trail far longer than even the best bloodhound, giving everyone around him the idea that he might be vaguely psychic, or he has an uncanny ability to find people. His wolf form is three times as large as a normal wolf’s body, with dark brown fur edged with black, and his eyes glow yellow during and after transformation. His diet is mostly carnivorous, and he is immune to food poisoning. 

There is no known weakness for the werewolves in this world, beyond starvation, and decapitation. They can be injured with weapons, but it takes much more force in order to render them too weak to fight back. Due to the rampages made by newly formed werewolves, they are thought of as savage and evil, lusting after blood for blood’s sake, and the stories made of them in the past making deals with the Devil have not done much to help their reputations. Transformation is also a vulnerable point, due to the pain of the action and their bodies changing; they are susceptible to attacks ten minutes before, and twenty minutes after the transformation from human to wolf, and then wolf back to human; it also heightens their metabolism to high levels, leaving them extremely hungry after turning back into a human.

Werewolves have elongated lifespans. Some, it’s rumored, have lived more than 200 years, but no one has come forward to confirm anything to the human world, and the current wolves try to live as human lives as possible, which means they can last maybe to see 110 years of age before dying, if they’re relatively healthy.

Callum tends to keep to himself, and he doesn’t regard himself as an overly friendly person. He’s polite when need be, but prefers to work alone, and he’s awkward with most socializing. His closest relationship is with his younger sister, Annie, while his older brother Richard has rejected human life and disappeared into the wilderness after dropping out of university, and thus they are estranged. He’s also a bit distanced from his parents, due to his father being rather abusive, and his mother complacent with the corporal punishments inflicted on the children. He would like a better relationship, but only if they seek therapy.

When it comes to shipping, Callum doesn’t define himself beyond “queer”, as he feels things are too complicated if he tries to label himself. He’s open to dating anyone of any gender identity, but only at his pace, and since he knows that most partners would be uncomfortable with dating a werewolf should he reveal himself, he only does one night stands if he feels particularly lonely. It would take someone with an open mind who might crack some of the shell around him.

#introducting;; callum #visage;; callum #regarding;; callum #test muse

[luxmaeastra]

Hypaxia exhaled, whisps of her dark hair lifted in the wind. Her fingers flexed but her face remained unchanged. 

She had survived and won the Blood Rite (or as much as anyone could). She had earned her grandparents approval and brought her father's honor back. Now she needed to do the same to the witch side of her family. 

She looked to the sky, to the clouds that floated over the arena. She wished she knew aeromancy. Was the winds in her favor? Did the winds and clouds show her death here? 

Her family had already lost so much, she couldn't dissappoint them now. She cursed Nirtea now. How could anyone have thought it would last! She'd lost three of brothers in that massacre. It had been so dangerous and they'd never been able to recover their bodies. 

She gripped the railing turning away from the scene. She waved Vasiya off making her way inside. 

She could not fail. She needed to do this. Her brothers needed to know she could take care of herself. That she hadn't wasted all the training they'd given her.

--------

Ravenar, and his brothers had gone to train with Sebastien in Nirtea in preparation for their Blood Rite. They'd learned all they could from their father but Sebastien had been a Carynthian as well. It wouldn't have hurt to extra training for such an event. 

It would have been Ravenar that was next in line for the illyarian throne. It would have been Ravenar that had to prove he was just as good a full-blooded Illyarian warrior. 

He had sacrificed his life to make sure Azriel and Aleksander had survived. He had died to protect them. He and his brothers had died heros. 

Hypaxia had shaken Vasiya at least. Or maybe she'd finally found someone else to focus on. She shouldn't bitter with the way Vasiya has quickly made friends. It wasn't even like she didn't know how to make her own. 

It was just easier to be alone. Crowds and people quickly overwhelmed her. She turned to the shadows, her body straightening. She turned away to look back out over the arena.

"Are you following me now Azriel? Or have you come to tell me your going to kill me for what I did during The Rite?"

It had been on The Breaking. She had pushed him down, kicking his fingers away. He'd still gotten to the monolith of course - but she'd bought herself seconds. 

The whole thing had felt like a a blur. She didn't like how mind quieted around him. How her body felt like it was being pulled to him. 

They weren't the children they'd been some 20 years ago. She didn't need him to come save her now. She wouldn't ever need anyone again to do that. 

//the first one done!!! His shadows whispered Mate at some point? Either now? Or during the Rite idk. For anyone!!//

Dark eyes stared boredly across the crowds, not interested in the mindless buzz which was the general population. The mindless beings who came and went, who were more interested in bargaining at the markets, or their own self-importance.

Azriel honestly had little interest in the small world he had left, even the relationship with his twin was becoming more strained as the days went on. They were on two different paths, two different directions.

Not that it mattered, they did not need to live in each other's pockets to survive this world. If they were to drift, then so be it.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the buzz of his shadows, his gaze shifting toward where they seemed to be pulled to. Hypaxia. His grip tightened on his arm, he needed to maintain control.

"Don't flatter yourself, I have other more important things than following you." He countered. Still, the events of the recent path played within his mind, his mouth felt dry.

"And killing you brings not benefit."

#Muse | Azriel

[ravenekrops]

mmmmm brain cogs are movinggg

Raz being invited (more like begged mmhm) to stay at this secret facility that investigates the supernatural. he fully distrusts these guys but Eva ends up convincing him to give them a chance, after all, scientists are just trying to understand them monsters better! it's for the greater good! he was being offered the chance of being the catalyst to humanity's open acceptance for supernatural beings, after all. and also they offer him shelter, a warm bed, three daily meals, hot showers and all the snacks he wants, basically a frickin 4* hotel for as long as the tests take place

he ends up agreeing albeing certaingly grumpy about it. the first days go smooth af, he even starts liking it there, the people are nice and the tests are not too invasive. they do medical exams: they test his physical strenght, his transformation control... but also they ask him about his background, the places he grew in, who took care of him, his life experience... the scientists are happy because Raz is the first werewolf that has agreed to aid them in their studies. but Raz wonders... how did they get their previous data on werewolves... if he's the first "willing subject" they have had? hm... he has a bad feeling about this.

he overhears a conversation. a certain careless scientist runs their tongue. turns out yes, they've studied previous subjects, it just wasn't... exactly consensual. their methods were less humane, capturing people as if they were animals and running tests on them with zero work ethic. they were especially unlucky with their last subject, a big old lone dog who travelled with a pup... but the pup escaped their grasp while they were abducting the adult individual. this subject was unusually strong and wise, never trusted any of the scientist and was extremely uncooperative, causing many injuries to the science team that was in charge of him. eventually he had to be put down for the safety of the crew.

all these years, Raz had thought that back then, his dad had been killed by hunters in those mountains. he never knew what really happened... until now.

they were the reason he was dead.

he completely wrecked the place. left many wounded and many more dead. he escaped and ran away. he was lucky they hadn't microchipped him yet. but he was so fucked now. the facility notified the government of his escape and had crossed him as a dangerous individual, giving the search units permission to shoot him on sight.

aside from their personal vendetta against him, this incident was the final straw that broke the humans' hopes of any peaceful coexistence with monsterkind as they decided to take arms against them. during the following months, special units were trained and deployed all around the country, tasked with the mission of eliminating any monster they could find.

Raz had to return to his half-wild nomad lifestyle, moving between small settlements while trying to not bring too much attention to himself, knowing that he had to be careful because now he was the prey. he moves around, searching for other monsters with the purpose of warning them about his experience and the humans' violent intentions, helping them hide and protect themselves against future human attacks. he spends years doing this, meeting and helping many kinds of monsters, never staying in one place, always on the go. he finds many werewolf packs in his travels, but he never stays for long in any of them despite how inviting the warmth and protection of a family might sound... he needs to keep moving onto the next person he can help. he could never settle down, after all. roaming is all he's ever known.

one day he has an encounter with a painfully familiar face. in a pub, he's recognised by one of the scientists that had taken care of him during his stay at the lab. she panicks badly, signaling her partner to leave the building as fast as they can. while her partner is still busy inside, she gets out and quickly tries to walk away to their car, but she has already been spotted.

Raz stands behind her. says her name out loud, and she freezes in her tracks. she feels his predator eyes locked in her neck as she slowly turns around to face him. he starts walking towards her. "i thought i'd never see the likes of you again...". suddenly, the pub's door bursts open and her partner runs towards them, pulls out a gun at Raz's back and loudly orders him to stop moving. Raz turns at him with an untrusty look. of course, they have bodyguards now. he states out loud he just wants to talk to her, nothing else. the guy doesn't flinch, reiterating his very eager intention to shoot him if he doesn't leave them alone that instant. the scientist, who had been paralized in the background during their exchange, shakily asks her partner to lower the weapon. he scoffs at her, are you crazy? he's dangerous, he could kill us both! Raz loses his patience at this statement. "if i wanted you dead, you'd BE dead by now." he growls at him. bah, humans: always the first to jump to violence. seeing how the tension between them was rising by the second, she insists more firmly to his partner to drop the gun. she fully believes the situation can be resolved without any of the parties getting hurt. after a few seconds of hesitation, the gun stops being aimed at Raz's chest, which makes his posture just a tiny bit more relaxed. he truly just wants to talk to her, after all, and so he turns back at her with a judgemental expression on his face.

he inquires if they had been following him. she dismisses his statement with a nervous laugh, no they absolutely hadn't! they're just doing a bit of field work that's all! they didn't even know he was around, she promises! Raz's eyes scan her face, and she adverts her sight while fidgeting with her hands. what she said was true (if they had known he was there, they would've sent a different team for sure), but she didn't have it in her to tell him the complete nature of their mission. after all, they two had been tasked with studying the werewolf pack that was located in the area, gathering info on them to prepare the special units tasked with their capture/neutralization. she smiled at Raz, trying to reassure her statement, waiting for his response. he stood silent, weighting the worth of her words in his mind. he finally decided that he would believe them... for now. to her partner's alarm, Raz stepped closer to the scientist and locked eyes with her. he very seriously said that if he saw they had any kind of hostile intentions towards any monster in that area, he would not hesitate to step in. she swallows, and quietly nods. Raz turns his head towards the other guy and says out loud that they will be watched, so they better choose their actions wisely while they're around. the man grits his teeth, but begrudgingly nods towards him. after giving them a last warning glare, Raz turns around and walks past the scientist, disappearing from their sight.

#about OCs #Raz #now for a round of tag trivia: #her name is Samantha #since the lab incident Raz hesitates to contact Eva in any way fearing that the government may be watching her to find out his location #he deeply misses her company. her wise words. her voice. but mostly her emotional support. #she was a key element in his life during his early adulthood. often staying at her house during full moons #she was with him during his most difficult days. she's the second closest thing he's ever had to true family as he considers her his sister #and he misses her. so badly. #Raz has met several kinds of monsters. vampires of all ages. dopplegangers. lamias. several species of werebeasts #he does his best to explain the situation to them and helps them find others like them so they can stay together and be more safe #he can't convince them all but he doesn't give up. he needs to spread the message as far as he can go #at this point of his life he is able to maintain control during his full transformations. it drastically improves his survival skills #he balances between human and beast form equally and expertly. only needing to hide away from everyone during full moons #werewolfs commonly refer to themselves as dogs #there is a special kind of werewolf that can perfectly transform into actual wolves instead of a beast form #they're kind of like the elitist snobs or werewolfkind. very proud of their pure connection to nature #most werebeasts are human × mammal but it is possible to find the rare werelizard or werefish around. werebird species usually can't fly #i am making these facts up as i go. gotta say it's a great worldbuilding exercise #just a bit inconvenient that it is almost 6am #fine. i guess i'll at least *try* to sleep a bit. jeez. #i'm queuing this post for the late morning #nexverse

[oh-holy-slut]

Bloodlust

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, explicit language, blood sharing, mentions of death, oral sex

Word Count: 2,6k

Summary: Stefan forced Damon to try his animal diet. Damon hated it, but didn't had a choice... until Reader makes a suggestion. Suddenly things get steamy.

Being with Damon was complicated. Him and Y/N have seen each other a lot in the past weeks. The two of them had a lot of fun; saw a lot of movies. Actually, Y/N was sure Damon secretly hated many of those. However, anytime Y/N suggested another dramatic, romantic cliché movie like "Last Song" - the vampire groaned, put his arm around her shoulder, let her head rest on his chest and endured every single second of the movie of her choice.

Damon even flirted and teased Y/N here and there, but didn't lead to anything more intimate so far.

Today was another of those days. Y/N stuck around at the Salvatore boarding house, brought a few of Damon's favorite groceries and a bunch of movies, of which she thought that they will suit his taste. Even if they were a little to bloody and brutal in her opinion.

"Pick one!", she demanded, holding all three Blu-ray sleeves in front of him. Damon just shrugged, not bothering to even look.

"Don't be a killjoy, Damon Salvatore!" Y/N sighed.

"Tell me what's wrong or pick a movie. You've got no choice. And besides that... Which number of drink is this?" Y/N frowned, pointing at the liquor in her friends hand. Damon usually consumed his beloved bourbon with pleasure.

But the man on the couch didn't seem pleasured at all. His facial features totally hardened and a look in his eyes like he was ready to rip someone's heart out.

You put the disc's back in your handbag, closing the zipper and put the bag on the floor.

"Fine. No movie night today. Who are we going to kill?"

A small smirk appeared on Damon's lips, finally looking towards Y/N.

"Stefan and his hero hair. He made me go vegetarian... well, for a vampire... and I can't get myself to eat one of those chipmunks, bunnies or bambis." He shook himself with disgust.

"And why did he count you in? You clearly aren't excited about the changing... So, why did you agree?"

"He said, he would kill me, which is kinda funny. But-" Damon made a wide gesture "he stole my daylight ring. And he wouldn't give it back until I stop feeding on innocent people - and kill them."

"So, you truly let your younger brother blackmail you like that?! Wow... I don't know how to feel about your dieting or your new path. Or whatever this is supposed to be."

"You don't like me killing people either", Damon maintained, while taking another sip of bourbon.

"Well, I don't", Y/N agreed, took a step forward, stole the glass from the vampires hand and put it on a small table nearby. "But I don't believe in forcing as a method to get people to change their minds. I believe that change for the better must be an intrinsic motivation," she added quickly, giving the vampire an innocent smile.

Damon's lineaments suddenly turned from annoyed to curious. "Any suggestions, little one?" The vampire raised an eyebrow and a little smirk showed up on his lips. On the one hand, Y/N blushed over the nickname, Damon called her.  On the other hand she felt skittish looking forward to making a deal with him. Not only a deal. It's far more than a simple agreement.

It's Y/N, actually giving Damon a part of her. The red elixir of life. She was about to give him total control of her body and she not even for a heartbeat doubt that Damon will use it against her.

"Actually... Yeah. There's something on my mind." Y/N said chewing on your lip. "I could open up a vein for you. I mean, you could feed on me. And since you have my permission, there's nothing for anybody to have objection about."

Damon frowned and gave her an incredulous look. "You would do that for me?" The vampire couldn't believe, he understood correctly. Why would Y/N want to get involved with him feeding on her? What's in it for her? Damon tried hard to connect the dots, but he wasn't able to. It all seemed to make no sense. Y/N wouldn't have an advantage of that. The vampire hesitated, pinning his dangerously blue eyes on the girl in front of him.

"Is it so suspicious of me, that I'm trying to help my closest friend?" It pierced Y/N's heart, realizing, Damon's trust in her was rather fragile. "Never mind", she waved the pain away and forced herself to keep her composure. "I only had a hasty idea; you really don't need to fee-"

Suddenly Damon appeared behind Y/N, using his vampirism. "Shhhh", he whispered softly. "I never said, that I don't want your blood. I'm thinking about if we are going to cross a line? Blood sharing can be very personal..."

"It can be? It is personal already. Believe it or not - I'm not gonna offer my veins to all the vampires of Mystic Falls." Y/N rolled her eyes, her arms folded on her chest to point out the indignation she felt right now.

"Kinda sensitive today, huh?" Damon gently stroke a strand of hair behind her ear, Y/N could hear this smug smirk through his words. It was a true 'Damon thing' to do. "I didn't mean it like that, princess." He sighed; unsure if he should agree or not. Damon didn't want to act selfish towards Y/N. He compelled a lot of girls for the purpose of drinking blood in the past. He literally used them as long as they weren't too annoying - and then he acted like they have never met. Damon Salvatore couldn't imagine this scenario with Y/N. They've been so close, the vampire couldn't stand loosing her. The offer was risky, but it also could bring each other even closer.

Damon tried hard to avoid any serious attraction between Y/N and him, afraid of messing up. Indeed, he found himself thinking, and even dreaming, about Y/N more than he wanted to admit. She was smart and had this special sense of humor, the vampire adored so much. She was the only one, who could make him feel good no matter what. Needless to say she had that glimmer in her eyes, when she did something she truly loved. In these moments she was even more pretty. Y/N was hard to resist.

And maybe now he could have her like nobody else. At least the vampire gave in. He wanted her blood. He wanted her.

Y/N flinched by the feeling of Damon brushing her neck with his lips.  "Oh, Damon", she gasped. "Bite me." Y/N almost begged for the vampire's teeth breaking through her skin. Damon loved the sound of her husky voice. In less than a heartbeat he turned into his vampire shape. "If you insist", he grinned devilishly, ready to place his teeth on to her skin.

Suddenly Y/N made a slight move forward with the intention to interrupt her friend. "Did you change your mind?" Damon was close to switching back to human, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions. Mostly a lack of understanding, but also a little of disappointment and even anger. Was Y/N playing games on him? While Damon Salvatore was sorting feelings, Y/N turned around, standing now in front of him.

She was so close, not even a piece of paper would fit between them.

Y/N slightly exhaled breath, her eyes darting between the vampires eyes and lips. It was the first time Y/N saw him like this. The icy blue of his eyes, she loved so much, has turned darker. Purple veins appeared under his eyes; Y/N couldn't help herself. Damon's appearance fully intoxicated every fibre of her being. Her fingertips found their way gently brushing over his dark purple veins. She felt heat and softness, while tracing one of them.  It took her a few seconds to get out of trance, realizing what she had done. "Sorry", she murmured with a voice barely audible. "Don't apologize, little one." Damon tilted his head, his lips curled up in a self-assured grin, exposing a perfectly white vampire fang. "I never saw you like this before, you loo-"

"... look like a monster?"

Y/N shook her head. It was nothing like that. Yes, he did look unfamiliar. And she should be scared under normal conditions. Instead, his look hit her in an unexpected way. He looked hotter as a vampire, if it was even possible. 

Y/N cleared her throat, looking up at Damon. "I feel... attracted to you."

"So nothing's changed", Damon teased, raising his eyebrows. The girl in front of him softly slapped him on his shoulder; which was only possible because the vampire permitted. "You are always so full of yourself." She smirked, feeling more confident being to something, they have had been so many times before. Granted, he was terrifying accurate, but she wouldn't serve her feelings on a silver platter.

"I'm still into it. You can bite me; feed on me. I only needed to see you before..." 

A shockwave of electricity flowed through her body the second Damon took her hand and pulled her close.

"I'll be careful", he promised, nuzzling his head into the nap of her neck. Damon once again placed his lips on her soft skin. 

Suddenly a harsh pain made Y/N feel like in a kind of haze. She flinched and let out a groan at the same time, unintentionally biting her lower lip. 

During Damon embedded his fang deeper and deeper, she started feeling dizzy. Her hands searched for the vampires upper body, finally wrapped around his neck. She needed him to lean on. A narrow trickle of blood flowed down her neck. Let Damon feed on her felt like flames licking up every fiber of her body. 

With every passing second Y/N could feel her control slip away. Her body was now firmly pressed against Damon's, like she would want to merge them into one.

Damon noticed her staggering, wrapped his arms around her waist, supporting her.

Bloodlust already messed up the vampires mind, so he continued feeding on Y/N.

A tempting moan escaped her lips, but she didn't care to cover up. Y/N's heart was racing, her eyes flattering. It was almost as if he was about to push her over the edge, but in a different way. "Mmm, this...this… feels soo weird... and so good...", she whispered under a shallow breath.

As soon as Damon heard her fading voice, he abruptly

quitted drinking from her.

"Fuck!" He rapidly laid her on his lap and checked Y/N's vital signs, to make sure she was okay. Instinctively he bit his wrist, pressed it against Y/N's mouth. He knew his blood would heal her, but it wasn't going fast enough. A few seconds passed through, to him they felt like centuries. Y/N finally blinked and Damon was relieved. He cupped her cheeks, his gaze never leaving hers. "I thought, I'd gone-" Damon cleaned his throat. "I'm so glad, you are doing well", he whispered, while trailing her lips with his fingertips. "So, fuckin' glad..." The vampire exhaled a deep breath. 

"It... You made me feel good. Strange, but good", Y/N appeased and flushed over the memory. "Maybe you got a little carried away, but I don't mind. I wouldn't trade the feeling for anything."

Y/N quickly interrupted herself, before she could reveal too much.

However, Damon used his vampire skills, noticing that Y/N was hiding something from him. "Isn't there anything else you want me to know?", Damon asked without taking his eyes off her. Y/N shifted and flushed even more. "It's unfair. You use your vampirism to get everything out of me."

"Well, if that were the case, I could easily compel you." Damon shrugged and found back to his smugly self. "Tell me, what you are hiding". He said in a seductive voice.

"I wanted to get lost in you."

Her confession sent shivers all over the vampires body. At first he could not decide, how to handle this. "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you..." Y/N hummed.

In the next split second, Damon pinned Y/N against a wall, smashing his lips on hers, kissing her with all the passion he had to give. The vampire devoured Y/N with a new kind of hunger. He didn't know he could crave someone so much.

"Fuck me, Damon..."

The vampire felt him getting hard, only by hearing those little three words out of her mouth.

"Say it louder. Tell me, what you want me to do."

Y/N pulled him closer, gently biting his earlobe.

"Fuck... me, Damon." It took her a second to focus and forming the words again. After she was near to climax earlier, it wasn't a long way getting to the edge once more. "Make me cum... You almost had me there..."

A deep moan got over the vampires lips, once he understood, what Y/N was trying to tell him.

With the next blink Y/N found herself in Damon's bedroom, lying on his bed.

From now on there weren't many words needed. Damon's hand's found their way under her shirt, cupping her breasts and make her moan over and over again.

He closely listened to the rhythm of her heart, making sure he would be able to delay her climax to the point he needed her to.

"Don't cum yet... I want to taste your little pussy first."

Y/N grabbed the vampires head, running her fingers through his dark hair - pushing him down, since she was unable to form a single word.

As Damon got down, he didn't take his eyes off Y/N.

He used a hand pushing up her skirt and lightly stroking over her panties with his fingertips.

"My girl is so wet", he praised in a low husky voice."-and I barely touched you."

His dirty words in combination with his touch lead to another moan, almost turned into a scream.

Damon pushed the fabric aside, leaving sloppy kisses on the inside of her thighs.

Y/N's eyes fluttered, when his soft lips reached her middle.

Damon's tongue licking around her entrance was driving her nuts.

"...so delicious..." were the only words she was able to catch up. Damon knew, he couldn't thrill her forever, so he got back to her. He spit on his palms, stroking his hand over his crotch. In under a second Y/N finally felt this releasing pressure of his cock. It was like a switch went off in her brain and she braced herself for the hard thrusts that would follow.

Damon dimmed the whining noises Y/N made with a passionate, hungry kiss.

He cheated with his vampirism to give it to her deeper and faster, knocking out all the air of her lungs while Y/N screamed out Damon's name. Her walls clenched around him and made him twitch. It was like her pussy massaged his dick the best way possible.

Every time he hit her harder and rougher he was making sure he hit her spot with every thrust.

Damon gathered speed one last time and pushed her over the edge until she was a moaning whimpering mess.

With her last contraction around his shaft, Damon was cumming inside her.

"You are so tight, little one", he whispered under his breath. "We should make arrangements more often."

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[lizbotw]

impatient | itadori

you can’t decide if being left alone with him is a blessing or a curse half the time.

itadori yuuji x reader

word count: 2.2k

inspired by fushiguro being all pouty when he didn’t get to help itadori and kugisaki in that one episode :(

“This is so boring.”

“Yuuji, shut up.”

Shoe soles scrapping against the gravel, you didn’t even bother looking at him, although the burning gaze you already felt prickled the hairs on the back of your neck.

“You’re bored too.” It wasn’t a question.

“We’re supposed to wait for them out here.”

There was a flash of color in your peripheral and a side glance revealed that he was tapping the heel of his red sneakers on the ground—another thirty seconds of that and you’d probably end up threatening him to a life without legs (not that it’d work—Sukuna in all his stupid glory would just regenerate them for his precious vessel; speaking of which, if Sukuna decided to start complaining right now too, you were sure you would lose your mind).

Whistling wind was the only reply to your statement and, content your ears would be spared from the monologue of complaints Yuuji had been going through for who-knows-how-long-now, you crossed your arms and tilted your head back to lean against the brick wall. The stone was dusted with a rustic red—standard, yet somehow fitting for the scene around you. The building looming in front of you was dilapidated in appearance, but you admitted the sleepy residential neighborhood it was located in had some charm to it in a weary, tired sort of way. The splash of brightly colored flowers and houses on some corners really upped the appeal you had to say.

Caught up surveying the surrounding area in admiration, you were almost able to forget about the boy perched on top of the junction where the wall dipped in its height down to a low brick fence just short enough to climb on top of. Almost.

As soon as the sigh left him from beside you, your face reacted before your mind had even fully comprehended what it meant (what it meant was that there was no chance you’d get any peace and quiet around here at this rate), your features annoyed and frowning and everything in between as had become routine at this point. “Why can’t we go in?” he whined, nudging you with his knee. His gaze was expectant and weirdly innocent as he peered up at you, as though you were explaining to a child why they had to have patience. You supposed that comparison could be accurate most times when it came to Yuuji.

“Because Gojou said so.”

“He’s not even here!” That was true. He was off on some super secret mission, although the instructions he had given the group of you were specific—or... er, not too specific that you couldn’t take some... creative liberties in their interpretation, such as stopping for ice cream on the way there as per Kugisaki’s demand request—trusting the lot of you to take care of yourselves and follow them to a T. And by that, he of course meant Fushiguro keeping everyone in line.

There was another curse to take care of, yet Gojou had decided to have you two sit this one out and simply accompany Megumi and Nobara to the site—those two were to actually head inside and deal with the threat. In hindsight, it all made sense considering you, Yuuji, and Megumi had spent more time around each other prior to Nobara’s arrival at the school, no matter how minuscule the time difference was. Hell, you and Yuuji had both spent more time fighting alongside Nobara than Megumi had (they always seemed to keep getting separated from each other in some way or another during the early missions, a laughable observation now that you thought about it). Naturally, letting those two duke it out and come to a somewhat agreeable partnership was the best course of action, and what better way to do that than force them into an abandoned building together?

But even in spite of all that clear-minded reasoning, you couldn’t lie that you weren’t more than a little peeved that you weren’t getting in on any of the action. You scoffed. Team bonding, but at what cost? At the cost of your sanity, that’s what.

You rubbed your temples, squeezing your eyes shut. You no longer wanted to see. “Yuuji, we’re supposed to keep watch,” you huffed out, exasperated. Although truth be told, the title of “guards” just seemed like some fancy namesake Gojou had given you two in order to placate you and make you feel like you were actually doing something. Needless to say, it was not working.

The low section of the wall he sat upon was one half of the area that flanked the archway of the path that led up to the building, and Yuuji, stupid and silly and cute, peeked his head just around the corner to look out of the entrance at the (empty) street and then turned back to you with a shrug. “Nothing there. Job done.” Playfully adorable as he was, you cracked a smile at that, shaking your head.

“Guess you’re right—job done,” you conceded.

He beamed and then hopped off of the ledge, pacing now. You wanted to stretch your legs too and go exploring around the area, but you were trying to be the voice of reason here, knowing that if you gave up that control you were a goner for sure. It was painfully easy to get swept up in his antics.

You barely even registered him setting off on another tangent about how he wanted to go inside too, more so focused on his hands as he switched from swinging them at his side to putting them up in a mock thinking expression for his head to rest upon as he kept walking back and forth in front of you—you were wondering if (and if so, when was the perfect moment) you could reach out and grab ahold of his hand to still the restless energy... and also partially because you just wanted to.

“They’ve been in there a long time, haven’t they?” Yuuji mused, your mind actually picking up on the question now that it was directed at you and not at some vague imaginary spot in the distance. He was right. You noted the glow of the red of the bricks making up the wall as they shone brilliantly warm under the softer evening light, the silent ticking of time among the clouds your only indication of the day passing. The sky was in between the bright shades of blue of the sunny afternoon and the orange hues that were gradually creeping in and mixing with them.

“They have,” you confirmed. You wondered if you would be here until nightfall with how long it was taking them. You crossed your arms again and drummed your fingers against them. Come on already, I have things to do.

After a staring contest with one of the many dust-covered windows of the building as though you were mentally willing the two inside to come out, your narrowed gaze swung over to Yuuji to see what he was up to and promptly widened. You hadn’t noticed that he had stopped his pacing and was looking at you now, closer than you remembering him being moments before.

“And... we’ve been alone this entire time, haven’t we?” Another step forward, casual yet making you suspicious all the same.

“...yes,” you replied, wary of the grin he had—you would’ve thought it was Sukuna if not for the crinkle of his eyes into a smile that matched the one on his lips (oh yeah, that was Yuuji alright).

His steps were so easy, carefree, as though he were sauntering up to talk to you any other time, but you knew him and you knew when he was planning something. Sure, there were times you were downright confused by just about everything he did, but then there were others where his thoughts were just plain obvious.

“And what have we been doing?” In one swift movement he had trapped you against the wall—another step and your back would hit the surface—piercing look pinning you in place. It was a sudden development but you also had the notion that you should have seen this coming from a mile away. He didn’t even need to put an arm out to prevent you from side-stepping out of the spot, his mere presence enough (although you very much wanted to wipe that sweet smile off of his face).

Your mind scrambled for words, you glancing off to the side briefly—you could not maintain eye contact with him like this. “Talking?”

His eyes lit up and you had the feeling you’d just fallen right into his trap. The hand that came up to cup your face confirmed your suspicions. “Yeah, and that’s boring, isn’t it?”

You swallowed, trying to still your breathing. “It is...”

Yuuji tilted his face forward to lean his forehead against yours, skin warm. Both of you were silent aside from the quiet hitches of breath, scrutinizing one another. When you felt his thumb press against the full part of your bottom lip in interest, you just about lost it. His voice was smooth and low when he spoke, “I was going to wait until later but...” You felt him breath in.

Later was usually when anything happened, you two not yet entirely bold or confident enough when it came to most displays of affection in public—or at least in front of the others that was. Their teasing was enough to have your face burning in shame for days, even if you had to admit it was funny at times. You barely even held hands in front of them. Then again... following Yuuji’s train of thought... you had been out here alone for so long already... maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just...—you weren’t lost to contemplation for long though as he brought you back to reality.

A mere brush of his lips against yours stopped you from replying, your eyes falling closed, heart hammering. Your hand found a weak grip on the front of his shirt as you waited expectantly for the warm flush of his mouth.

“What are you two doing?”

You jolted at the familiar voice, heart hammering for an entirely different reason now, and pulled away from Yuuji’s face, although his grip on your head didn’t let you get far, the press of his ring finger and pinky into the back of your neck dizzying. Fushiguro and Kugisaki stood a few feet away, looking a little worse for wear with minor scrapes and bruises littered on their exposed skin, but thankfully all in one piece.

Eyes darting to them, mind reeling as you realized the compromising position you had been caught in, you thought up an excuse on the spot.

“Standing guard.”

“About to kiss.”

You and Yuuji both spoke at once. You slowly looked at each other, blinking.

A second passed and then— “Why are you lying?” he asked, genuinely confused.

You slapped a hand across his chest in horror at him blatantly blowing your cover like that. “Yuuji!” You were mortified (but also... he was still so close... it was almost easy to forget that the other two were still there).

“I...” Fushiguro looked like he was about to say something but thought better of it and shook his head. “I don’t want details. Let’s just go.”

A sigh of relief left you, but then Yuuji gave a chipper, “Okay!” and when he still didn’t release his hold, you had a vague feeling in your gut that something was wrong—

He leaned forward to close the gap at last and press his lips against yours, swallowing up your breath in the process—then he pulled away like it was nothing, off to go bother Fushiguro about the details of the curse.

You stood there, dumbfounded.

A gasp. “Gross!” Kugisaki shrieked, sounding like she wanted a break from everything that had occurred in the past five hours. She was sticking her tongue out, nose scrunched up and eyes screwed shut. “I cannot see anything cute after dealing with that thing inside.” A nose of discontentment, “Bleh.” But then she seemed to have a moment of clarity, clapping both hands on the side of her face and giving you a look that might as well have been an overexaggerated wink paired with her shouting every cliche couple trope from the rooftops. “But also... romantic.” Please someone save you.

Fushiguro was looking a little pale himself, caught off guard by the display of affection, staring at you, but then catching himself and looking away. He looked embarrassed and he didn’t even have anything to do with it.

Carefully, robotically, you brought a finger up to brush against your lips, still warm where Yuuji’s had molded between them, and subsequently noticed the teasing look he was giving you in the distance. It was a little too smug for your liking.

You stalked up to him and jabbed a finger into his chest, staring him down. “Yuuji, I swear-”

Kugisaki shoved the two of you towards the exit before you could get into a fist fight over a single surprise kiss, tsking while Fushiguro followed behind in her wake (you wondered if he would recover from... that any time soon—poor boy). “Okay, move it along, lovebirds. I want to go take a shower.”

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #itadori yuji x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen imagines #i can't decide if i like using the banners or not :( #jjk #jjk imagine #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuji imagine #itadori yuji #itadori yuuji #itadori yuuji imagine #jjk itadori #itadori yuji imagines #itadori yuuji imagines #yuji itadori x reader #CAN'T FIGURE OUT if there is one u in his name or two???

[puredivinity]

nsfw alphabet (a-z) | eren jaeger

warnings: nsfw (18+), mentions of unprotected sex, of filming, slight breeding (?), very minor mention of blood in the letter ‘N’, i’m also not sure what else to work you about so i’ll just leave it here. original link.

word count: 2.6k (the same wc as my last post, haha)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

After sex, Eren is usually relaxing and reflecting on what just happened. His hand is always on you, whether it be him holding you to his chest or simply linking pinkies, he’s there. His face is flushed and he’s breathing heavy, but he’s never felt better in his life.

All he can think about is how amazing it was, and he rolls over to press a kiss to your warm skin, mumbling an ‘I love you,’ where his lips connect.

He checks on you, making sure any marks he might’ve left don’t hurt too bad or sting too much, and he’s careful to scoop you up for a bath afterward. He makes sure you don’t have to lift a finger.

Regardless of if he’s mean to you, or if he’s rough with you, he always does this.

B= Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eren’s favorite parts of his body are probably his arms and shoulders. He’s not very muscular but they’re defined enough to his liking, and he hopes you like them too.

His favorite body part on his partner is probably your thighs or your ass. He likes to squeeze them. He loves settling between your thighs and marking them, or having them sat atop his shoulders when he goes down on you.

He likes squeezing your ass when you ride him, and it’s where his hands rest the majority of the time (He’s not sorry).

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Eren’s cum is pretty thick, and he does it a lot. He has a lot of things pent up and it comes out during sex, but he tries.

He’s messy, like real messy, but he tries to not get it everywhere. Does it work? Absolutely not. But he tries.

His favorite place to cum depends on what you’re doing. If you’re blowing him, he wants to do it on your tongue/face. He’ll ask you to stick your tongue out (he does it like so much that you do it without him having to at this point) and he does it up there.

Anywhere else, and he tries to cum on your chest or inside of you, because he really likes to watch it seep out. He pushes it back in with his fingers and reprimands you for letting it fall out, opting to plug it with his tongue instead.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t really have a dirty secret; whatever he does is out in the open, including the time he stole your panties to jack off.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

In canon, Eren isn’t experienced. At all.

In modern times, he’s fairly experienced. Before dating you, he’s had a few partners, but they’ve all had significant periods of time between so it’s not a consistent experience.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy — I think this goes a little without saying, but he likes to watch the ass jiggle, and maybe smack it a little. Bonus points because he gets to really see how he’s fucking you, and it motivates him further.

Full Nelson — I said it. He likes it. He only does it when he’s really pent up, and he does it in front of a mirror so you both can see. He whispers the filthiest things to you and hearing your reactions really sets him off. Plus, he can tease you for the way you're dripping wet. He loves that. It also flexes his arms and strength, adding a boost to his ego <3.

Missionary — Eren loves to see your face, and the pleasure he’s giving you. He relishes the fact that he’s the primary source of your pleasure, thoroughly enjoying the way you bite down on your lip and your eyes get glassy, lips swollen from kissing him. He gets a full view of you in all your glory, and it becomes one of his favorites for that reason.

Mutual Masturbation — It’s not necessarily a position, but it’s something he really likes. He likes being able to look in your eyes and feel you come undone underneath his fingers, his touch, while you do the same to him. It’s a level of intimacy that’s unmatched for him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

You two share a good laugh or two, yeah. He’s not intentionally funny—someone just makes a weird noise or if you have a little trouble getting into a position, it’s a little funny.

Also sometimes he gets stuck in his clothes and might accidentally rip a shirt, which makes you laugh and he gets flustered. Poor baby.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Eren isn’t too big on shaving. He more so prefers to leave everything as is down there, minus trimming a bit before it gets too unruly. He doesn’t leave a ton of hair down there bc it gets in the way, hence the trimming.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

It depends on the mood. I don’t think he’d ever be your cheesy type of romantic, with candles and flowers and all that jazz. He’s not great with his words, so he’s lacking a little in that department, but he’s very passionate. Very energetic, very needy and desperate for your touch and to touch you as well, that it makes up for what he lacks in other areas.

He maintains his usual playful persona throughout it, and likes to exchange a few giggles or small laughs here and there, and is generally all smiles whether it’s a needy moment or he decides to tease you just a little bit. He sometimes laughs at you when you whine after he pulls away to edge you, but he makes it up to you. Like he always does.

Sometimes he’s mean, building you up just to let you fall back down, dragging out your release for as long as you’d let him (or for as long as he feels like). He marks you, ensuring to leave something where others can see. You’re his. Remember that.

Other times he’s soft and sweet, praising you as always but without that little taunt in his voice, pressing meaningful kisses to your dampened cheeks; telling you he loves you more than anything, and if you want to cum, he’ll let you. You just have to let go.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Eren only does it when he’s alone and/or you’re absolutely too busy to do it and he doesn’t want to disturb you. He has a high sex drive, so he’s no stranger to doing it and he knows how to get himself there in no time, and he usually doesn’t care much for prolonging it because he’d rather be fucking you. Or have you be the one to stroke him.

You’re the main and only thing on his mind during these times, and he imagines that his hand is yours. If you’ve let him, he uses your panties to do it sometimes.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation — He really likes overstimulating you, and takes great pride and pleasure in watching your legs shake after being brought to your orgasm over and over again. The heightened sense of pleasure makes you release the most delightful sounds he’s ever heard, and he makes sure to give you a kiss and all the praise you deserve after being so good for him.

Orgasm Denial/Edging — For the kinda same reason as above, he takes pride and pleasure in those things. He also doesn’t mind relinquishing control and having you take the reins, denying him his orgasm until you feel he deserves it. Do this and he’ll lose it. In your hand.

Praise Kink — I think we saw this one coming. Eren loves, and I mean loves, to tell you how good you’ve been for him. Tells you how pretty you look, all cute for him. Praises you for taking him well, too. For him, he needs you to tell him how good he’s doing. How well he’s pleasuring you, how well he’s making you feel. He craves it, he needs it.

Filming — Also not sure if this is considered a kink, but he does love this. I headcanon him as a photographer/having interest in photography, and you’re his main model both in fashion photoshoots and nude ones. He has several polaroids of you in little to no clothing (with your permission, of course) and has them for ‘safe keeping’. Code for pervert. There’s something about doing it on camera that thrills him, and he enjoys watching back the footage whenever you’re away or you’re in the mood for home videos. Lovely, right?

Marking/Biting — He uses his mouth a lot during sex, whether it be going down on your or simply biting a kiss into your skin—he does. He leaves marks on you and circles them with his teeth, tracing the imprints they’ve left after sex. He ensures they hurt as little as possible, but are heavy enough to be seen.

Not sure if this would be considered breeding, but he also really likes to fill you.

Threesomes are also in the question for him. He wouldn’t mind sharing you with a trusted friend, like Armin.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Eren prefers to do it on the bed because it’s significantly easier and it’s what he’s used to, but he doesn’t mind getting it on on a countertop or a desktop. Anywhere you’d let him take you is where he’ll have you. Greedily.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Call him what you will, but he absolutely cannot deny being turned on by you snapping at someone. You show the slightest hint of an attitude and Eren’s like “Oh, word?” He’s horny.

Also if you yell a little, it’ll get him riled up.

Likes it when you take his fingers in your mouth, or when he has your fingers in his. Pair that with the right amount of eye contact and he’ll quite literally be jumping out of his clothes. Also lip-biting.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that involves extra bodily fluids (you know what I mean).

Also reluctant to do anything blood related.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Eren prefers to receive, but he doesn’t mind diving in. Absolutely not. He moves faster than you could blink.

He’s not too experienced with it at first, but his determination leads him to figure out what you like and what you don’t in no time, and soon enough he’s got it down. He never disappoints.

He’s real messy when he eats, and will let you taste yourself if you let him.

Also, snowballing. Will absolutely cum in you, eat it out, and swap it with you in a heated kiss. Makes him ready for another round. And if you stick your tongue out and show him before swallowing? He’s gonna bust.

Now, in terms of him getting head, he’s quite awkward the first time. He shoved your head down too hard out of excitement one time (and felt real bad) so he made sure to keep his hands at bay for the most part, and instead let one settle at the back of your neck.

He loves making eye contact with you when you blow him, and if you keep it, he’ll nut within seconds. The visual of you on your knees makes him lose it, and he’ll cum right on your face, usually without warning. He apologizes right after though.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the mood he’s in.

Sometimes he’s sweet and slow, kissing you and moaning into your mouth, savoring the sweetness of your lips and the feeling of your touch. Your bodies mold together perfectly, and everything feels ethereal; just right.

Other times, he’s teasing. He’s sweet, but it’s almost mocking. Taunting, even. Treats you with a sweet smile and hungrily drinks in the moans you make, the sobs of pleasure that fall from your pretty lips. He moves faster this time, gripping you so hard that the flesh of your hips burn, driving into you repeatedly. He’s needy then, but still teasing.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quickies are fun for him. Eren takes them as a challenge to see just how quickly he can make both you and him cum in a short span of time.

They’re not his preferred, but they’re still fun.

Will happily take you in a closet just far enough from the general crowd, or dip into one of the empty classrooms on campus.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’d be down to experiment with anything! As long as it isn’t hurtful or harmful to anyone involved, he’d be down. If it doesn work out, then it just doesn’t work out.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Eren can last for a fairly long time. He has a lot of stamina and energy from being an athlete, so it’s granted him a boost in the bedroom.

Lasts for maybe two or three rounds, sometimes even four if you’re not knocked out by then. However long you’re up for.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He didn’t really own any toys before getting in a relationship. He uses them primarily on you, but doesn’t mind using them on himself.

Recently purchased a fleshlight vibrator combo that activate whenever the other is used, so you can use them together. It’s great for when either of you leaves.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It’s ridiculous with the amount that he likes to tease. He’ll have you begging for ages, mumbling that you just have to ‘let go’ and trust him and he’ll let you cum. He builds you up with his mouth, bringing you just dangling at the edge before slipping into you, and the cycle repeats. He’s ruthless but pretty, so you let him get away with it.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s loud. He’s a moaner and a groaner, and fully encourages you to be the same way. He’ll let out the prettiest sounds when he’s close, murmuring curse words under his breath and talking about how good you feel around him.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Did I mention that when he eats you out or removes your panties, he stuffs them in his pocket? He does that. For ‘safe keeping’. He gives you a grin that sends you to heaven, so any complaints you had die out on the tip of your tongue.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

It’s decent down there, he has a dark brown patch of hair, probably freshly trimmed and neat-looking. His dick is a little bit darker than he is, tip flushed with a pretty pink color. It’s a bit above average length, and a bit veiny, standing at seven inches even when erect. He’s shower.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

High. Very high.

He’s down for it all and any time of the day.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep immediately unless he’s really tired (which rarely happens), so it takes a little while for him to pass out. He usually hops in the bath/shower with you to clean up, and then he showers you in love before falling asleep. A gentleman.

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[sunset-embers-warriors-designs]

I have several ideas about how I would have written Starclan’s function in warriors and I MUST write them down I must express them. I have two different ideas, one in which I maintain the canon fact that Starclan cats can fade/be killed, and another in which I do away with the fading thing.

First, a few things I would want for Starclan regardless of whether or not the spirits can fade: 

- All cats, regardless of the age they die at, are given a full warrior name. Kits or apprentices who die early are either named by their leaders at their vigil and carry that name to Starclan, or they’re named by Starclan spirits. 

- After a leader dies, the -star suffix is removed and they return to using their warrior suffix as a Starclan spirit. Perhaps the -star suffix is given up right at the moment of death, or the -star suffix is given up after the leader ceremony of the succeeding leader to indicate an official transfer of leadership.

- The point behind everyone having a warrior name in Starclan as opposed to any of the “determined by status” suffixes (kit/apprentice/leader) is to further express that all cats are equal in Starclan. There aren’t any clan borders in Starclan’s hunting grounds, and neither should there be different ranks.

No Fading Starclan:

- Cats in No Fading Starclan are given otherworldly wisdom upon entering Starclan, regardless of the age of the cat. All of Starclan shares the same knowledge of the past/present/future.

- However, this knowledge takes a form such that Starclan aren’t able to express it to the living in clear and understandable ways, which is why they speak in riddles when delivering prophecies. Like Starclan is trying to translate some kind of language of the universe into meows and at most it does like a google translate quality.

- Individual Starclan cats each have a limited amount of spiritual/magical energy which they can use to interact with the living world. The longer the clans all exist, the more manpower Starclan has, which explains why their abilities from arc 1 to arc 4 grow from “clouding over the moon during gatherings” to “entering the living realm to fight a ghost battle.” 

- Similarly, the Dark Forest spirits have their own kind of energy that grows the more cats they have in their realm. However, as a punishment for their sins, they don’t get their godly wisdom, and their ability to reach out to the living is a little foggy. They ARE, however, able to latch on to cats who have negative energy surrounding them, and will try to bring troubled souls into their ranks prior to their deaths so they can gain more energy when those cats DO die.

- In this AU, spirits can’t be killed, so the Starclan/Dark Forest battle ghost casualties (Tigerstar, Hawkfrost, Spottedleaf) will not have died. Instead, the buildup to the battle is the Dark Forest attempting to take power from Starclan by reaching out en masse to the troubled living cats with the end goal of “replacing” or at least being on par with Starclan in terms of power, in order to maybe fight their way into the good afterlife or continue reeking havoc as revenge on Starclan/the living. The battle itself is then the Dark Forest’s attempt to overthrow Starclan and gain control over the living clans to ensure they stay in power. Ivypool’s role of convincing her fellow Dark Forest trainees to fight for their clans/Starclan instead then takes away the power the Dark Forest had built up for itself, and having this rejection of the Dark Forest’s influence become a part of the clan’s history/culture keeps the Dark Forest from rising back up. Not to mention, the Dark Forest having used to much energy to manifest and do battle will have left them drained, especially after their defeat, and even if Dark Forest cats have the ability to replenish their individual powers somehow, it would take a long time to do it.

- Spottedleaf continues to exist, as previously mentioned, but as a general rule in every single one of my AUs she and Firestar aren’t romantically interested in one another at all. The only interest Spottedleaf would ever have had in Firestar was because the “Fire Alone Will Save Our Clan” prophecy was Her prophecy, she was the one to interpret it, and she felt responsible to see it through even after her death. When Firestar dies in the battle, Spottedleaf feels that her role in that prophecy is finally through and she just does regular Starclan cat things like climbing starry trees and eating ghost mice.

- In the case of the great battle, spirits who have manifested on the physical plane I think should still have the ability to kill the living, so the deaths in the great battle still happen just for the sake of being consistent with who’s alive in what arc.

- Also regarding the great battle, perhaps Tigerstar’s spirit can kill Firestar’s mortal form, gloat about it, but then Firestar’s spirit rises up and with his Starclan Spirit Powers he takes Tigerstar down. I just think that would have been cool.

Fading Starclan:

- In Fading Starclan, there are actually two levels of Starclan, but the living clans only KNOW about one. The living clans know Lower Starclan, the Starclan made up of recently dead/not-faded spirits who impart the prophecies onto the living. Lower Starclan are Also recipients of the prophecies they then translate to the clans, but they don’t fully understand them and believe these premonitions to be coming from some essence of the universe. 

- In fact, the prophecies are first foretold by Upper Starclan, which is made up of the energies of the faded spirits. Upper Starclan spirits, since they’re faded, lack the identities they had in life and are more accurately interpreted as a hivemind. Like a God with a million faces. Upper Starclan are the ones who block the moon with clouds, control the weather, and do stuff like set fires in the living world to impart prophecy.

- Lower Starclan functions more like a transitional spiritual plane. It’s a place for the spirits to rest from their mortal lives, and then eventually shed their previous personalities and ascend. Lower Starclan being given the prophecies first to then give to the living gives the living cats more reason to listen, because these messages are coming from spirits who are still personable and likely cats who the living interpreters knew and respected in life.

- The Dark Forest is a place to hide away the spirits of cats who would impede on the goals of Upper Starclan. They eventually fade away too and are permitted into Upper Starclan because they’re no longer a threat without their mortal memories/personalities getting in the way of their roles as God(s). 

- The Tribe of Endless Hunting’s spirits also fade away into Upper Starclan because the two groups have the same origin. Like Endless Hunting and Lower Starclan manifested because of the split in the groups and Upper Starclan just said “Okay We can work with this”

- True Reincarnations only occur when an Upper Starclan spirit returns to a mortal form. Jay’s Wing, Lion’s Roar, and Dove’s Wing’s spirits had all faded into Upper Starclan but were reborn as new mortals in order to fulfill the Power of Three Prophecy. This also explains why they have “the power of the stars”, they were part of the Cat God Collective prior. Cinderpelt/Cinderheart was a “reincarnation” that was NOT sanctioned by Upper Starclan, which is why Cinderpelt and Cinderheart have separate souls. 

- The reason the Power of Three thing happened was because Upper Starclan saw their Dark Forest Timeout corner spirits being naughty and worried that those spirits weren’t as out of the way and not hurting their goals as previously presumed. The battle was orchestrated to reinstate faith in Starclan and have some of the more troublesome Dark Forest Spirits fade so they would stop causing trouble. Technically, Tigerstar, Brokenstar, and Hawkfrost are all part of Upper Starclan after the great battle, but none of them have those identities anymore, or at the very least, those identities are not “in use.”

- The only spirits that can walk in Both Upper and Lower Starclan are legendary/historical figures like the clan founders and probably other significant cats who have legends made of their life experiences. 

- Goosefeather, by some mistake or intention(?) was granted a mental connection to Upper Starclan instead of just Lower Starclan like other medicine cats, which is why his visions were so intense and so far into the future, and just the sheer number of them. He could see Lower Starclan spirits as well like Beetail because I guess if you can connect to Upper Starclan than Lower Starclan is just a side effect. 

- Spiresight and Shadowsight might also have this connection to Upper Starclan? Idk I can’t decide. Shadowsight did as a kit at least, but perhaps Upper Starclan decided to chill after seeing how poorly Goosefeather’s connection turned out for him.

- Upper Starclan’s concept otherwise is very vague. Their goals seem to be to ensure the continuation of the clans, which ensures their growth and power, but power for what reason? idk what to do with that

Since the Broken Code arc isn’t complete at this time I’m not sure what direction I wanna take for either Fading or Not Fading Starclan to explain Starclan’s disappearance or Ashfur’s ability to mess with other spirits... perhaps in the Fading version, Ashfur is the one Lower Starclan cat to discover Upper Starclan and figures out how to tap into his full spiritual ability before shedding his mortal personality and uses this to cause chaos. idk what to say for Not Fading rn tho

#warriorcats #warrior cats #warrior cats headcanon #warrior cats au #starclan #power of three #omen of the stars #the broken code

[broiunno]

License to Steal - Act IV

License to Steal

ACT IV

Act I // Act II // Act III // Act IV

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summary: Min Yoongi is your new protection detail upon your return to your father's side after being sent away during a bloody gang war. Now the dust has settled, you've been called back to your old controlled life, and leaving you an unwilling participant in your family's plans. You don't know what they are but you are no longer willing to be the obedient, protected daughter. You don't really care in the least of it makes Yoongi's new assignment hell on earth- So you'll carve your own life out back home on your own terms.

-rating: 18+

-pairing: min yoongi x reader

-word count: 5.8k

-warnings: swearing, gang activities includes drug mention and eventual drug use, the slowest of burns, organized crime, toxic af family dynamics, BEWARE IN THIS ACT: graphic family abuse (father initiated verbal and physical assault- does not fade to black), violence, blood, graphic descriptions of torture, and graphic sex scenes will be included in this work.

-authors note: @chelsea-chee leading the au as usual. I love her the appreciate her as my love, writer, and my beta. Her works are *chefs kiss* Thank you again beautiful <3 PLEASE NOTE: I AM REALLY NOT EXCITED TO POST THE NEXT FEW ACTS. They deal with heavy subject matter and I don't fade to black at any point so please note my works are for mature audiences, warnings are there for a reason and in bold. You are an adult if you are reading this work (per the warnings) and you are responsible for the content you consume. Thank you. ILY all and I love asks about the characters. And that's all I have to say about that...I'm sorry for the wait. I've had covid. I'm back on a better schedule now.

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You fumbled with your hair as you tried to rip your fingers through the still damp strands to assemble it back into a semi-presentable pony tail as the door slid open to your father’s office. You really did wish that you had been able to go upstairs and shower. Or at least change your clothes from the workout gear you currently felt sticking to your skin from the cooling sweat. As a breeze drifted from the vent as the air kicked on, you shivered violently, shaking your head and shooting a hateful stare in Yoongi’s direction as you stepped into the office. Appearances were everything in your family. They were the first level of protection to ensure threats stayed at a minimum. A show of strength and cohesiveness discouraged any hair-brained ideas from a weaker or less organized opposition.

Your father raised a dark, thick brow, turning from the man was speaking quietly to, his expression unreadable as you inclined your head slightly in greeting. “You asked to see me?” you said quietly, keeping your eyes downcast. Since Yoongi had mentioned your father was summoning you, you knew it couldn’t be anything positive. This soon after your arrival? Nothing good would come of this. You had just grabbed onto the distraction of Yoongi until you both stood in the office, feeling stripped bare, awaiting whatever admonishment was about to be delivered.

“You couldn’t make it a full forty-eight hours without causing me a migraine,” your father said sharply and you kept your eyes trained on the floor, as you replayed yesterday in your mind.

“Father, I don’t know what you-”

“Y/N, you weren’t even back a day and you spent how much?” he said, aggravation lacing his tone. “I had to call in Kim to look at your accounts immediately. You’re a fucking hassle.” He huffed and your eyes finally lifted to the stranger that stood next to your father, noting that he stepped away from your father and bowed quickly.

“Nice to meet you, miss. I’m Kim Namjoon. I’ve been handling your accounts and will continue to do so.” You felt your lips part in a soft ‘oh’ as you studied the broad planes of his face, full lips and intense eyes. You felt like he was picking you apart in that moment as you took your time to absorb his ash blond hair in a relaxed, but carefully crafted style. His skin tone was golden; a contrast to Yoongi’s milk-like skin. He glowed, and you couldn’t tell if it from his melanin or the fact that he was radiating intelligence.

“N-Nice to meet you too,” you stammered and managed to close your mouth as he pushed up the rolled sleeves of his white button-down shirt. You swallowed hard and tried to claw through the mental fog that had overcome you. With the teasing from both Jungkook and Yoongi, being presented with another god-like man was the last thing you needed. “I will admit I’m a little confused; my spending was never a problem when I was away? I mean, it’s not like I bought a car.”

Your father barked a laugh and threw up his hands. “You have no grasp on what I do to make this money that you just piss away Y/N! And you COULD have bought a car with the amount you spent yesterday! Like I said: a god damn burden!” he hissed and you flushed slightly, taking a step back unconsciously as you watched his neck flush. Yoongi hadn’t said a word, but you knew you could still sense his dark presence in the corner of the room, not looking at him to notice his eyes narrowed slightly as the scene unfolded.

“Y/N, I’ve had an idea. You’re a daughter. I can’t do much with you. Your brother who I could actually have used is dead. Your mother-” He stopped as he watched your eyes bulge and he shook his head. “I can’t have more children. I’d consider it disrespectful to her memory,” he mused, a hand running along his chin and you couldn’t help the scoff that escaped you, but your jaw snapped shut audibly as your teeth clacked together after the noise passed your lips.

Your father’s eyes flared to life in challenge and he glanced at Namjoon, lip curling. “Did you calculate her estimated cost of living and monthly expenditures? Do you have solid numbers?” he said shortly and Namjoon just nodded, eyes flicking between the family members silently. “And did you adjust for a profit at the margin we discussed?”

“Yes sir,” came the deep steady voice, Namjoon’s eyes traveling your figure, his gaze not heavy with lust or desire, but full of curiosity. “The monthly amount that you should request for that profit is in the proposal if you would like to review it.” He finished and cleared his throat. “I can return if you want me to look over the contract,” he said softly, clearing fishing for a dismissal and your father granted it, offering his hand and you felt your mouth tighten in confusion.

“What contract?”

Namjoon grabbed a briefcase and inclined his head to you stiffly in farewell before his long legs carried him out the doorway. Your father’s gaze didn’t leave your eyes as he spoke. “Yoongi, see him out.” Yoongi nodded and started after the tall man in silence, not sparing you a second glance on his way out.

“I asked you what contract?” you said softly, struggling to keep your voice even as your father stepped closer to you.

“Well, you went out. Spent a lot of money that you’ve done nothing to earn, and caught someone’s eye in the process. Someone worth a lot of money and who would be an asset to have closer to the family at this point in his career.” Your father clasped his hands behind his back as he continued to close the distance between you, each step he made, you felt your heart plummet further.

“Father… what exactly are you implying?”

“I’m not implying anything, Y/N. I’m telling you. Someone’s made a bid for your hand, and it’s the only thing you’ll be good for at this point. The shopping sprees, your lifestyle. I can maintain them, but if someone else is willing to do so, and the marriage benefits me in my business, I’d be stupid not to pursue it. Do you think I’m stupid, Y/N?” he said, voice getting dangerously quiet as he reached out to tuck a piece of hair that had escaped the rapidly put-up ponytail behind your ear.

“You can’t sell me off like fucking cattle!-” you said, flinching away from his touch, and his large, calloused hand shot out to grab your chin tightly. He forced your face back towards his as you tried to jerk away, squeezing hard enough to make your eyes begin to water. Your heart thudded out a dangerous irregular rhythm as you breathed hard through your nose.

“I can’t? Y/N, you seem to be under the delusion that you are free from the responsibilities that come with being in this family. I suppose that may be my fault. I was too soft on you, pitied the losses I caused you to have. I always had your brother anyway; there was no harm in indulging you. But now, you’re the only one with my blood in your veins. You’re home to do a service for this family. Everyone else has given their lives in some way. Did you think you were special?” His words were measured and cold as he studied you, grip not loosening on your face. You would be bruised tomorrow as you felt the throb set in from the pressure he was applying.

“You may order me to do it, but I don’t have to go along with this,” you hissed, barely able to open your jaw, but clenching your teeth to get your words out, rage licking up and down your body. He had taken your entire life as a child, as an adolescent. Did he really think giving you a few years of freedom put you back in his debt so far that you owed him the rest of your life?!

No sooner than the words were out of your mouth you heard the sharp crack, and felt yourself stumbling backwards into the wall. You blinked quickly as you registered the pain in your head, immediately starting to pound as the metallic taste of blood filled your mouth. You barely had time to regain a semblance of your bearings before your father was upon you again, face chillingly blank as his ringed fingers gripped the base of your ponytail, ripping your head back at an awkward angle, a scream breaching your bloody lips. The noise was cut short by another blow, snapping your head to the side before he jerked your face back to center.

“Who do you think you are, you little bitch?” he said with a lilt to his tone as you choked out a sob, unable to keep it from escaping your lips. “You really thought you weren’t going to do shit to replace that money you spent?” When he finished speaking he gave your head a violent shake, as if to scramble your thoughts further. It was completely unnecessary, as your head felt as if it was splitting with the pain he had rocked through you with his blows and harsh grip. You felt the start of a purely hysterical giggle break through, spitting out the fresh rush of blood that ran in your mouth due to the cuts in your cheek from your teeth. You noticed a piece of the skin from inside your mouth flapping loosely that made you nauseated if you dwelled on it.

The laugh was probably the worst response you could have had.

You heard a soft hiss, and your father stepped into your space further, hands darting from your head to wrap themselves around your throat and squeezing. As your hands scrambled to scratch at his hand, his arm, his face, anything, you wished you were surprised at this. You wished you were hurt because you were shocked, but you weren’t. There was blood in the water and he was a shark. He built his life this way.

“You don’t have to go along with this…” he said softly, voice void of emotion, “but you also don’t have to keep living here either. How long will you make it without this family? You’d never make it out of the city.” He mused and continued to squeeze, your vision starting to spot as you tried to draw in any bit of air within the hold he had, the choking heaves under the weight of him making the blood that had pooled in your mouth from his blows spill over your chin grotesquely as it began to stream onto his hand. “So will you behave for once in your fucking life?”

You were hyper aware of the tears streaming down your face as you managed the smallest of nods. You supposed he was right; you had never imagined you would be used in the family in any way. Your entire life had been lonely, and even though you hated it, you had resigned yourself to it. His hands unwrapped themselves from your neck, letting you inhale a burning gasp of air as you slid down the wall, and onto the floor. You coughed and rocked forward onto all fours as the shaking of your body didn’t allow for much more than consciousness.

Your father pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the crimson of your blood off his hand before tossing it to you on the floor. You could barely recognize the quick but unhurried footsteps coming back down the hallway to the office before they stopped short.

“Yoongi, take her upstairs.”

==

The flush from hustling back to his boss’s office drained from Yoongi’s face as his eyes widened at your figure hunched forward onto your elbows on the floor. He watched you hack as your body tried to clear your airway. Yoongi stayed silent as he reached down, crouching next to you and attempting to offer you a hand so you could stand on your own, for which you were thankful. You felt the physical pain, but no emotions as your mind sluggishly screamed at you to just accept his hand and stand. You needed to walk out of here on your own. You knew you wouldn’t make it all the way to your room after the assault, but you didn’t need to. Just to the elevator.

You reached out your hand, shaking hard, as you clasped at his large palm and hoisted yourself up, letting him pull lightly as he stood with you, noting that he was still silent. You tried to ignore how your vision swam before you, willing your knees not to buckle. You couldn’t pinpoint if the unsteadiness was from the blows to your face, the lack of oxygen, or the tears that had thankfully stopped streaming down your face but still filled your eyes.

Yoongi seemed to read your mind, shifting his grip from your hand to your upper arm, nestling in your underarm and gently steered you to the door, but let you support most of your weight on the way out. You walked in silence as he didn’t rush you down the hallway, both of your eyes trained on the lift door as he typed in the code. As you waited for the door to open you felt your shaking legs betray you and start to bend. You glanced away from him, the movement of your eyes causing a piercing pain to shoot through your head. “Please,” was all you rasped wetly as you put more weight and started to sink, but the pressure holding you up immediately doubled, Yoongi’s support forcing you upright, even if it made your shoulder raise. It would be almost imperceptible from your father’s office if he was still looking in your direction, but you doubted he would. He had already received your submission; he didn’t need you for anything else.

Yoongi didn’t seem to want to take the chance that he was still watching, stepping into the elevator and continuing to only hold you in one place. His grip was still disguised as if he was walking you out in the same way he may escort an associate who was no longer welcome - in such a manner that would deter any further escalation. No one would be able to tell he was the only thing keeping you upright.

As the door slid shut to the elevator the facade crumbled, you lurching forward and gasping out a sob of pain, tilting your head down to let the blood that had been collecting in your mouth pour out onto the floor. You forgot how much mouth wounds bled. Yoongi was not bothered with the grotesque display as he swiftly adjusted his grip to wrap around your shoulders, his other arm sweeping at your feet as he lifted you with apparent ease. You shut your eyes as the tears began to flow once more, unable to restrain the moans and whimpers of pain that escaped between gasps as you cried. He still hadn’t said a word, even as you turned your face into his suit jacket, inhaling jaggedly as you tried to focus on the scent permeating from him, trying to place it through your snot-filled nose. The only thing you could recognize was the warm, woodsy scent of patchouli as you reached a shaking hand up to hold onto his jacket tightly. You knew he wouldn’t drop you, but it grounded you all the same.

You tried to slow your breathing, but failed as the elevator door opened and Yoongi strode quickly to your bedroom door, bending at the knees and somehow using his crook of his elbow and his body to turn the door knob, the only change in your positioning being that you tilted slightly as he spun it. He kicked the door with his foot gently as he stepped in, by-passing your bed as he carried you into your bathroom, carefully getting on his knees as he lowered you into your large bathtub as he placed you there. You continued to breath quickly, your gasps becoming sharper as your gentle shaking soon became uncontrollable. You released his jacket as he stood and you pulled your knees to your chest, shutting your eyes finally as you heard the tap briefly run before a cool rag brushed your chin, eyes flying open as you flinched away.

“Shh, I need to see your face. I have to get the blood off,” Yoongi whispered, and you finally looked at him, noting his face was still paler than normal. “Princess, I need you to take a slow, deep breath okay? Can you do that? Your lips are turning blue; you’re hyperventilating. You’re safe,” he murmured, brows pinching together in a pained expression you had never seen on his face as you tried to nod, attempting to take a long breath in but ended up gulping in air multiple times on the way, the blurring of your vision worsening as Yoongi grimaced, your breathing speeding up again, your shoulders shrugging with the effort to take in air. The last thing you heard was Yoongi’s tense exclamation of “Shit!” before you blacked out.

==

When you awoke, you were under the covers of your large bed. You sat up quickly before groaning from the ache in your head, then realizing that opening your mouth made you want to scream from pain. Between the squeeze on your jaw and the cuts inside your mouth, it was safe to say you would be saying very little for a while. You glanced towards the window, noting it was inky black outside.

“How long has he hit you?” came a cool voice from beside your bedside and you turned to face the source, seeing a figure standing beside the small table, casting a shadow with the aid of a lamp. Had he even left? Yoongi had shed his stained suit jacket, but still wore the white shirt and same suit pants. You only knew it was the same shirt due to the blood stain from where your mouth must have painted him. Instead of attempting to speak, you shrugged in an attempt to get his gaze off of you. It was piercing and unnerving. You felt as if this was the beginning of an interrogation, and you didn’t fail to notice the color had still not returned to his normally pale face. Now that your mind was a bit clearer you were able to recognize why it registered so deeply with you. He was the embodiment of white with fury. “How. Long?” he said again with such harshness you swallowed hard, ignoring the fire that licked down your throat as you did so.

“That’s a joke right? He’s always been like that. I just normally am better at avoiding it,” you forced out; your words were almost incoherent as you tried to move your jaw as little as possible as you spoke. That was bearable. Good. Not that you had expected it to be, but at least your jaw wasn’t broken; that would have been a pain in the ass. “What time is it?”

“It’s three am,” Yoongi hissed as his eyes glimmered in the near darkness, pushing off the wall and grabbing a glass of water off the table and sweeping a few pills into his hand. “Take these.” You took his offering and a small sip of the water before carefully throwing the pills to the back of your throat and washing them down, sighing softly. “They’re pain pills. They’ll help and you’ll be able to go back to sleep in a bit.”

You didn’t answer but pulled back the cover of your bed and slid out, noting that your bloody shirt had been changed but you still had on your sports bra and leggings. And your ponytail had been taken down, which was probably a good thing since your scalp was still aching from the hold your father had you in.

“Y/N… don’t.” Came Yoongi’s voice, still unemotional but a bit gentler than his earlier tone. You didn’t turn back to him but stopped your path to your vanity, obviously trying to look at your reflection in the mirror to assess the damage.

“Is it that bad?” you grumbled, turning to him and you watched him shrug.

“It’s not good. Don’t worry about it tonight. No bones are broken from what I can tell. I wiped you down the best I could. Just change once I leave and get back into bed.”

You let out a deep breath but finally stepped towards your closet instead to grab an oversized t-shirt. You could work the bra off under it and slip your pants off once you had it on. “Why did you even stay?” you said softly as you set to work, your muscles aching as you attempted to change modestly. You don’t know why it even mattered, but in this moment it did.

“I needed to know if he had done this before. I needed to know if this was the first time. When we were kids, you weren’t around all the time. Sometimes, I’d go months without seeing you. I didn’t know if this was a part of it,” he spat out, visibly tensing as he took a loud steadying breath.

You shrugged as you pulled off your leggings, successful in stripping your bra off under the shirt, and padded back to your bed. “There were a few reasons he kept me separated from everyone. It wasn’t all because he thought I was too precious to see any of this.” You climbed back into bed and tried to settle back into the plushness. Yoongi took a step closer to you, his mouth slightly open as he watched you try to get comfortable, seemingly unable to stop himself.

“Y/N…” he said softly and reached a hand towards you and you stiffened, eyes narrowing, and he took note, dropping his hand slowly.

“Yoongi, I never asked for your fucking pity.”

“I know, and it makes me want to help you even more.”

You blinked and tried to register what he was implying. “Help me?” you repeated, shaking your head as you felt the same hysterical laugh bubble up that had made your assault that much worse in your father’s office. “No one can help me!” You laughed, eyes widening as the smile twisted your features. “This is my life, this is what I was born into. This is what all those shiny things cost, Yoongi! I always knew it but I forgot.” You watched as the pained expression from earlier slid back over his features, and you raised your eyebrows in response. “I appreciate it, but unless you’re willing to put a bullet in my fucking head there’s no saving anything.”

“Who says it has to be your head, Princess?” he said gently and you swear you felt the world stop.

“Don’t say shit like that Min,” you hissed, baring your teeth and shaking your head. “Even if we don’t always get along, I don’t want you dead too.”

“Whatever you say Princess,” he said, a smile tugging at his lips as he cocked his head to the side. “Are you alright to sleep? You don’t feel like you’re going to vomit?” he asked seriously, watching as you shook your head.

“I don’t have a concussion,” you grumbled but as you watched him smirk and go to grab his jacket you felt your heart speed up. “Yoongi- w-wait.” He immediately stopped, as if he was anticipating your words. “Can you stay here the rest of the night? I know he won’t do anything but I-”

“Let me go change my clothes. Is that okay Princess?”

“Yeah… I just don’t want to be-”

“It’s fine Y/N. I’ll be right back.” You stayed sitting up, watching him as he dismissed your attempts at explanations and justification as he walked out.

You sighed, leaning against the leather headboard and let your breathing even out, even as your heart still raced. The pain began to slowly ebb as the medication took effect; what had you even taken? It had to be something strong as a comfortable fog began to cloud your thoughts.

You didn’t know why you felt the need to have him here. Did you even need to explain? He was technically your bodyguard. You had known each other most of your lives. You had just suffered through an assault; staying with you was reasonable. Even if the assailant wasn’t unknown, nor were the motives. At the end of the day, Yoongi’s presence made breathing a bit easier. His presence made you feel safe.

The door opened again and you sucked in a breath as Yoongi re-entered your bedroom, one hand carrying his gun and holster, the other a hanger with a clean pressed suit. “I’ll wake up before you,” was all he said in response to your surprised expression as he studied you. He mistook the shock on your face as being accredited to the suit. He was an idiot if he thought you cared about the fact he would dress here. You were too busy drinking in the sight of his lean figure in low-slung grey sweatpants. You tried to rip your gaze back to his face but you got caught on the black ribbed tank top and the swirling black tattoos covering his shoulder and chest before disappearing under the material.

“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” you choked out, feeling your face flush and mentally slapping yourself. He may look like sex on legs, but you looked like you just had the shit beat out of you. Which to be fair to yourself, you actually just had the shit beat out of you.

“Oh, I forgot,” he said, a small smirk tilting his lip up but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He draped his suit over the chair to your vanity and carried his gun with him towards the plush armchair in the corner of the room.

“The bed is big enough Min. I won’t touch you,” you said breathlessly, trying to force away the blush that was deepening across your face. He seemed to freeze and take a few steadying breaths.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Princess.” His voice was controlled but quiet.

“Please Yoongi…” you said just as quietly. “It’s just for tonight. I won’t feel safe if you’re all the way over there.”

It was definitely an over exaggeration. You hadn’t really expected him to even agree to stay in your room with you. The chair was the reasonable option. You knew you were pushing it.

“Princess, I-” He breathed, the airiness of his tone making your belly somersault and it gave you a tiny shiver.

“Yoongi, please. I need you next to me. Just tonight.” You shouldn’t be so worried about getting this man into bed with you, but now that he was here in front of you and it was so close to happening, you felt you might cry if he denied you.

You watched his back muscles rippled as he tensed and tried to relax. He turned wordlessly and walked to the opposite side of the bed, setting his holster down and climbing into the king-sized bed with you. “Go to sleep Princess.”

The drugs had to be prescriptions, not that you really expected a member of an organized crime family to just take a regular aspirin when they were in pain. “Is the oxy working yet? It should start soon if it hasn’t.” You hummed your assent as you squirmed down into the bed and tried to keep the smile from your face as you reached over and turned out the lamp. You took a deep breath and shut your eyes, savoring the heat that quickly built from having two bodies under the covers of your bed, ignoring the slightly annoyed sigh from the other side of the bed.

“Be quiet Min, I’m trying to rest,” you said softly and a soft dry chuckle cut through the silence as you let sleep take you.

==

Yoongi’s POV

Yoongi listened to the soft sounds of your breathing as they lengthened and deepened, the pain pills having done their job perfectly. If only he could have done his job in such a manner. He had been given a job: to keep you safe, and he took it seriously. Even if the one assigning his work was an abusive piece of shit. Yoongi let out a sigh, glancing over at your figure in the dark to make sure his huff hadn’t disturbed your slumber. It didn’t. You were still laying there, eyes closed and unaware, your face turned towards him to afford him a view of what exactly your father had done in his absence.

He felt his teeth grind against each other as even in the dark, he could make out the near black bruises covering your neck in the clear shape of hands, a bloom crossing your smooth cheek as well. Even your chin and jaw were dark from bruising; evidence that your father had held your face to force submission. It had worked. He opened his mouth and stretched his own jaw to try and stop himself from continuing to grind his molars down to nothing in rage. He didn’t know if he would ever be able to forget how you looked and how he felt when he entered the office, watching the blood drip onto the floor. How he wanted nothing more than to simply pull out his gun and lodge a bullet into your father’s knee before proceeding to swing the butt of his gun down onto him until he shattered every bone in the pig’s disgusting face.

Until he begged him to stop. Until he begged his daughter to tell Yoongi to stop.

The daydream made Yoongi smile a full gummy smile and chuckle for the first time today. He would stop when you told him to. If you told him to. Now that he knew your father had put his hands on you before this, he wondered if you would just let him continue until his mania at seeing what had been done to you was sated. He knew it wouldn’t be until he heard your father’s death rattle, knowing it had been at his own hands.

You stirred slightly to readjust in your sleep, drawing his attention back to the present as you moved closer to him in the bed and he sucked in a breath. Even beaten and bruised you affected him. Even carrying you in that elevator down the hall as you clutched onto him. He had been spiraling down into violence but as soon as you grabbed his jacket, he knew you wouldn’t withstand even him raising his voice to anyone without shattering. You were normally so fierce and seeing you broken made him want to tear apart this entire society you both lived in, even if it was all either of you had ever known.

It was then he had decided he would be what you were asking of him with your sobs and how you clutched onto him; he would be as gentle as could be and give you whatever you needed tonight. Tomorrow he would begin the undertaking of dismantling your father piece by fucking piece.

He had watched over you after you passed out; you had woken up briefly for him to get you to take pain medicine once before you actually were able to speak to him. Before you asked him to stay with you. He wanted to pretend it didn’t make his icy heart crack, the way you tried to explain and justify his presence. He would never ask you to in this kind of situation. When Yoongi returned to his room, he attempted to steel himself for a night of sitting in that uncomfortable chair, and a sleepless day tomorrow. He had gone more than twenty-four hours without sleep before.

But when your eyes, even if they had started to become glossy and dilated from the drugs, began to run over him, he had to try and think of every unsexy thing he could fathom. You had just been fucking violated and just with one look he felt the blood travel away from his brain and pool below his waist. Why did he think he would be able to wear sweatpants while staying with you? You destroyed every semblance of self control he had. He still hadn’t forgotten your teasing in the elevator prior to this shit show.

Then your soft drowsy voice had called out to him just as he had regained his mental fortitude and continued to the chair. You would be the fucking death of him and he didn’t think he would really mind. Now, as he laid here in bed with you trying to ignore the fact that you were shifting closer to him in your sleep, seeking his warmth, he closed his eyes. He had anticipated the pure fury of tonight keeping him awake, but instead it was the fact that he could feel your breath on his neck, that if he turned his head back to you he could still make out your absolutely gorgeous feminine form from under the blankets. The dip in your waist and the curve of your hips, sloping into your soft thigh. Yoongi’s eyes shot open as he let out a soft hiss as he felt his member stiffen in his sweats, one large hand reaching down to palm himself, and he willed his hard-on to disappear.

He dropped his eyes again, confident he would get his bulge to go down without waking you, and as he tended to it, a soft small hand reached across his middle, making his forehead furrow. He tried to take a steadying breath, and tried to not imagine that the events of last night weren’t the reason he was in your bed. That you had just invited him to bed because you wanted him there, not for security but because you wanted him as a man to share your bed and body. That he could roll over to face you, slip his own hand up that oversized shirt and rub soft circles into your skin before slipping his hand down in-between your thighs.

Yoongi felt his cock twitch and himself harden further, forcing another deep breath in and out as he circled back to try and think of grotesque things to make his longing subside. You at least had stopped wriggling in the bed in an attempt to get closer; he was thankful for that. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and tried to calm his heart and regulate his breath to make it possible for him to drift off.

This was going to be a long night.

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Do It For Me | b.b

Synopsis: Y/N may never be able to forgive Bucky if he goes through with his decision. (pre-endgame with a twist, very inaccurate storyline and writing I know but it’s all fiction)

Warnings: a few cuss words here and there

Based off of Greys Anatomy (between Izzie and Denny)

My first ever Bucky Barnes fanfic! I’m getting more into writing for Marvel characters.

I had been sat up in my room at the Avengers compounds for the whole day at his point; harnessing my magic, drawing/reading to calm me down, and just enjoying a nice day off. Everything seemed quiet, a little too quiet for my taste. No one had come knocking on my door to talk or check up on me. After a few minutes I started to hear talking through my headphones and it was coming from outside my door. I slowly let my earbuds drop from my ears, silently opening up my door and creeping downstairs. It had seemed to more I got down the steps, I saw more people come into view. All backs were turned, some arms crossed, but voices were definitely raised. It felt like more than one person kept trying to speak and once at the bottom step, I saw the one person who was the center of it all.

Wanda was the first one to see me, cutting her sentence short, and soon everyone followed. Steve’s face dropped, biting his lower lip and looking at the floor. Bucky stood up, eyes almost bulging out of his head. I looked around stunned at everyones faces as they all made a collective sigh.

“W-what’s...what’s going on guys.” Wasn’t so much of a question, but more of a ‘tell me now or I’ll crush you guys with just a thought’. My powers were growing, everyone knew this. With one scream, a whole city could go deaf. With no swipe of my hand, I can send more than 10 men flying 100 feet. Most of the time they wouldn’t dare bother me in fear of my emotions becoming heightened and possibly destroying something. But something tells me right now might be the first time that happens.

“I said, what’s going on.” My hands glowed purple, the color of my powers. Wanda immediately rushed in front of me and looked me in the eyes, rubbing her hands over mine. When she found out I also harnessed powers from an infinity stone, Tony made it a point to have her help me maintain my magic. Her touch softened the glow, instantly calming down my heart rate. She repeated the same phrase to me; ‘don’t let it take control of you, take control of it’. The purple glow went away, as she guided me towards the group.

“Thanos is coming, Y/N.” Tony spoke up.

“And we’re trying to figure out how to stop him once and for all but...there was an idea brought up.” Bruce chimed in, and I followed his gaze right to Bucky. His head laying low. My mind went to the darkest of places. Bucky had never looked so ashamed. All I wanted to do was hug him and rub up and down his back, he always liked that. The last time I did that for him was a few nights ago when he had yet another nightmare and I found him downstairs watching TV even though I knew he was exhausted. He was too afraid to fall asleep. I remember that night, thinking about how badly I wanted to tell him how I felt. He had been my rock since coming into the compound, even if nobody else saw it. Our friendship consisted of late night snacks and conversations, training together making each other stronger, and always communicating and tell each other the truth no matter what. But oh, how I wanted that friendship to mean more to him as it does to me. But I would panic, thinking I wasn’t ever going to be good enough for one of the best people I’d ever met. He deserved a woman who was just as great as he was. 

“Tell her.” Natasha spoke, anger laced in her voice.

“Bucky...” I whispered. 

“My greatest wish in life is to take back every bad thing I did in this world. Every person I had killed, hurt, ruined their life.” He looks at Tony with deep regret. “And I can’t ever do that physically, but maybe in another way, I can.” He was rubbing his hands together avoiding my gaze.

“Okay? Bucky that’s great that you’ve figured out how you want to do that-” 

“You didn’t let him finish.” Sam said with a monotone voice.

“We need to be ready whenever Thanos decides to come. And the only way for me to get my wish is to...be the one that’s sacrificed during the battle.” My heart stopped and the ringing in my ears began to pick up. Wanda could see my hands glowing much brighter and more rapidly this time. I could feel her hands come up to the sides of my arms but within a flash my whole body shook the entire room like an earthquake.

“What!!” I walked over to him and slammed down on the table. “Are you out of your god damn mind Barnes!”

He tried to reach out but I raised my hand, stopped his movement and moving his arm to stay at his side, unable to move it.

“No, no, no you’re not doing this. You guys please tell him he is NOT sacrificing himself! You have no idea how much power those stones are! Just look at me! I have the same powers as a stone yet I can’t control shit Bucky! It’s out of control you’ll be dead before you can even use one stone to fight off Thanos!”

“I’ve been working with Tony and Shuri on a way to help me harness the power. They’ve been working on a suit for me that is stronger than Tony’s. Y/N you have to understand that this is my way of righting my wrongs, if I die then I die a hero who saved the whole world, not someone who use to kill hundreds of people with no remorse.” I turned towards Tony, his eyes becoming scared as he held his breath.

“You...” I throw my hands up and thrashed Tony into the wall, shattering it. He couldn’t move, paralyzed by fear at what I could do to him. Wanda yelled out to stop, but I couldn’t hear anything over my own boiling anger. “You knew about this. You knew he wanted to die and didn’t try to stop him!”

“I-I was just doing what I thought was the only option.” I slammed him again into the wall.

“There’s other options Tony!” I began to cry out, tears instantly springing from my eyes so quick it took me a second to realize I was even crying. With each puff of my chest my powers weakened as I wasn’t paying as much attention anymore, my brain becoming overstimulated with dark thoughts.

Bucky came up behind me and brought his arms around mine, his cheek pressed up against the back of my head.

“You’re not doing this Buck, we’ll find another way.” I said in between cries. I looked around seeing everyone else become emotional at my breakdown. Natasha was like a mother figure to me, this was the first time I was seeing her tear up. Wanda was my protector, but she didn’t know how to protect me from my own feelings. And everyone who surrounded me, who watched me grow from a 20 something year old uncontrollable witch to a grounded and a fantastic Avenger, wore heavy hearts and hooded eyes. I turned around quickly wiping my eyes of any tears and stood tall. My breathing coming back to normal. “It’s okay we’ll-we’ll find another way. There’s gotta be another way right?” 

“Y/N...” He said sadly, clutching my hair. I pushed him off and walked away giving some distance between us, actually, between the whole crew. I stood on one side of the room while the rest remained where they were.

“Don’t do that. Don’t try to make me okay with this. Alright, you did some shit in your past Bucky, so what we all don’t have the best track records as angels. And I’m sure you don’t feel like you deserve to live with all of the trauma you’ve endured but guess what? You do! You know how you get the fix things? You become a better person, a fighter and protector of the world! People change Bucky and I’ve seen it first hand in you! You deserve to live just as much as anyone else!” Everyone remained silent, so I assumed they agreed with me. “And if you tell me one more time about sacrificing yourself because that’ll right your wrongs in this world, so help me God, I will kill you myself right now!” And without thinking, my hand shot out a purple beam of light, latching onto a glass vase and chucking it around the room, creating a whole in the wall and the glass shattering everywhere.

He walked up to me peacefully with his hands held in the air.

“Y/N, please. I’m going to be alright, you don’t have to worry this much. You should be more concerned about protecting yourself. I definitely wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t do this and something worse happens to you.”

I laughed in sadness.

“What about me? What about me when you die!” I saw multiple people begin to shed the same tears I was. We had all grown fond of Bucky when he joined us. He really proved and showed deep down, behind the trauma HYDRA had left him, he was a great man. That’s why I fell so deeply in love with him. “That’s the worst thing that could ever happen to me Bucky! I will die inside if you don’t exist in this world!”

“Y/N-” more tears sprang from his eyes. His voice cracked and got lower. It’s like he couldn’t find the words to describe the pain in his heart at the thought of leaving you behind. Without having told you that he loved you too. 

“No I get it! You’ll be okay, you’ll be fine with it but what about me? Please, don’t do it for yourself, do it for me please!” I hunched over, the grief and pain overtaking my body. I felt too weak to even stand and continue yelling at him. “Please Bucky, please do this for me! Don’t leave me please don’t do this, I can’t take it please! You have to do this for me, because if you don’t I will never be able to forgive you!”

He stepped closer at a slower pace.

“For dying? For saving the world?”

“No for making me love you!” I began to cry out harder, the ring in my voice shaking the room once again, making everyone’s hands fly up to their ears as I got louder and louder. Natasha at this point was full on bawling, along with most people in the room. I think it was safe to say everyone knew of my affection towards the man at the center of attention, and maybe that’s why everyone had left me alone today. Afraid of this exact situation. The one person, the one thing in this world that can bring me to tears at my feet.

Bucky’s eyes filled with adoration as he ran up to me and held me on the floor in between his legs. I clutched at his arm crying into his shoulder. He looked back at Tony, who only gave him a nod. They had agreed together that one of them was bound to be the sacrifice when it came to defeating Thanos. Bucky of course still wanted it to be him, he felt it was the most right option. But when he looked back at Tony, clutching the love of his life in his arms, Tony took that as a final answer. Tony was okay with the decision he had come to long ago. He was ready to die for the good of everyone else, but nobody knew that yet. Bucky wasn’t giving up the fight, but now it only became that much harder to leave her behind. It was easier not knowing her feelings, but it had come to the light. Bucky wanted a life like Tony, the kids, the wife, everything. But at what cost? He was still going to fight to the death if he had to, but the decision to be the one to end it all was fading away.

“It’s okay Y/N, I promise we’ll talk more about it and find another way if we have to.”

“We have to Bucky, we have to.” My cries didn’t stop, but my voice lowered. My eyes caught everyone else’s, almost embarrassed at my sudden outburst of devoted love to Bucky, but everyone knew, they just never heard it from me. “Just hold onto me please.” I pleaded.

“I’m here Doll, I promise I’ll stay right here.”

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