#by stern i mean she threatened him with death

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kris and berdly are the type of people to get engaged at fifteen. like. berdly shows up to school after theyve been dating for a few months with a pokeball ring holder and a stupid little dress shirt and bowtie and asks kris in the loudest most berdly way possible and everyone is looking at them and expecting kris to laugh at him or whatever but kris just pulls out an identical pokeball ring holder and gives it to berdly and everyone thinks its an elaborate prank or some shit but kris n berdly are 100% serious and end up getting married a year or so after graduating after being engaged since they were fifteen

#i just think theyre neat #i like them a normal amount i promise #toriel watches it all happen and is about to whoop berdly's ass #but then she sees how like... smiley and giddy about it and lets him off with a very very stern warning #by stern i mean she threatened him with death #and berdly is like ‟its ok i asked asgore if he was ok with it‟ and toriel drags him by the collar to asgores shop #and asgore's like ‟Hi what brings you oh hi berdly- wait shit whats happeneing‟ #‟DID YOU GIVE HIM PERMISSION TO PROPOSE TO MY CHILD‟ ‟uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...no‟ #‟wait kid i thought you meant in 5-7 years did you propose to them TODAY??‟ ‟..m...maybe..?‟ #anyways theres COD matches at their wedding -laughs- #somebody stop me please

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Cruel Intentions (Part 1)

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Finale | Cruel Intentions: Organized Crime | Overthinking (Drabble) | Reward (Drabble)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Italics meaning past events)

Genre: smut, Mafia!Jungkook

Warning: (eventual) smut, yandere themes, mentions and display of death, blood,

Word Count: 8,335

Description: You adored your eldest brother - you truly did. Before his addiction got the best of him, he was amazing at caring for you and your other siblings. Now, however, it was your turn to care for him without the help of your siblings who long abandoned him, advising you to do the same. Once your brother manages to get himself imprisoned, you realize just how much trouble he got himself into. Once your family is threatened, you offer to pay off the debts your brother owes with the one thing any powerful man couldn't resist - your virginity.

"Are you aware of the father...?" The woman asks when she brings a fresh cup of water to you, her eyes scanning your bump. She watches you drink the water hastily, droplets dripping down the corner of your mouth and down your chin. She leans back into her chair, tilting her head and waiting for a response.

"T-Thank you." you murmur to her, your left hand caressing your bump. "I must keep going-"

The woman halts you from standing up. She gives a head shake and sits you back down. "You've been traveling by foot this entire time?" she asks, your disheveled appearance already giving her the answer she needed. "Where are you headed to?"

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Because, to answer your question, you don't know. You had nowhere to go, no one to fall upon. You had siblings, yes, but that would be putting their lives at risk - the lives of their children at risk, as well. That was something you couldn't bring yourself to do.

"I cannot allow you to leave in this state." the woman is stern, her grey hair poking out beneath the scarf she wore upon her head. "Especially when you're expecting a child."

You shake your head. "I-I have to go. I can't stay in one place for too long." you try to explain, but the woman wouldn't listen.

"I found you asleep in the middle of the field, utterly exhausted. My son helped bring you here. You were beyond dehydration. I don't know your situation, nor do you have to explain to me. But as a woman who has nothing but her own child, I cannot allow you to set off on your own." the woman stands. "I'll be making dinner soon. Down the hall to the right is a guest bathroom, you can use that to clean yourself up."

And you do, running yourself a hot shower. You were unsure how you made it along the country side. You didn't have a cellphone any longer - you destroyed that long ago. You also didn't have a map, and even if you did you weren't sure if you knew how to decipher it. It's been months since you managed to escape him, but doing so hasn't been easy. You walk for days on end sometimes, only stopping to sleep wherever you are deemed safe. You didn't have a destination - but knew wherever would be better than with him.

You haven't had a proper shower in months. You ran out of money long ago, having slept in cheap motel rooms that offered shitty breakfast - something that could satiate you and your growing belly. You never stayed in the same place for too long, understanding the fact that they were looking for you - to either bring you back to him or kill you out of revenge. Either or, you were a walking target - one of the reasons you had no desire to stay with the woman and her unknown son.

But you couldn't leave - she wouldn't allow it. Not when you woke up early in the morning to already find the woman cooking breakfast. Not when she gave you clean clothes and medicine for the cold you had. Not when she fed you delicious food and offered old baby clothes that once belonged to her so - that she washed freshly the day of. She offered different remidies to make the pregnancy go smooth, each remedy being the perfect batch.

You hadn't met her son until a week later, him strolling through the door with a confused look on his face upon seeing his mother and you cooking around the kitchen. You waddled around, your stomach in the way and your kicking baby far too energetic.

"This is my son, Soobin." the woman introduces her son with gleaming eyes - he was her pride and joy.

Said man offers you a kind smile that makes your heart melt. He didn't say much, but the act of kindness he displayed was one you hadn't witnessed in years. Men didn't act like Soobin unless they wanted something from you. But Soobin didn't desire anything - from you at least. He was kind and gentle, assisting you in whatever he could. Pulling out your chair, getting anything that was out of your reach - he even massged your feet because they were swollen.

Over the months of your stay, you understood now that it was long term. The woman - whose name was Byeol. She kept everything she had for Soobin when he was a baby. She dusted and cleaned off the old crib, washing the sheets and allowing you to set up a small nursery in your bedroom. She had many stuffed bears and toys, even a rocking chair that creaked when you rocked back and forth.

It brought you to tears knowing that she assisted you without understanding your situation. How someone could be so affectioate without desiring anything in return.

Byeol insisted on making memories - she had scrap books piling up of Soobin. She took many pictures of you - you cooking, washing dishes, rocking back and forth in the rocking chair, everything she could of your growing bump. She insisted it was the memories you needed to look back upon.

"Have you decided on a name?" Soobin asks you one day. Byeol had gone down for a nap and you and Soobin opted to sitting on the porch, the sun shining but the weather was just right. "I know you don't want to go to the city for whatever reason but..." Soobin leans back and glances your way. You never told him why you were afraid to go to the city and thankfully, he never forced it out of you. "...we can find out the gender."

The gender of your child was something you always thought about. You wanted a girl - someone whose hair you can do. Dress up in cute clothing - Byeol had many netural clothing that once belong to Soobin, and after a few years you ould eventually find yourself a job once you deemed it safe enough to do so.

The act of having a boy terrified you, to say the least. You couldn't imagine raising a man - you didn't know how to. One thing you did know was that you'd be damned if you allowed your son to act the way his creator did. You wouldn't call him a father - you had no desire allowing him the knowledge of your pregnancy prior to your escape. What he didn't know wouldn't put your child at risk.

"I think it's best if it's a surprise." you tell Soobin, your hand resting on your belly. Your child must've been asleep, they weren't moving or kicking at the moment.

"I know someone. A friend." Soobin's eyes widen. "They could offer you an ultrasound right from home!"

You laugh. "That's a lot of equipment to bring into the household." you say, but the act now gets to you. You have never seen your child via ultrasound. You have been present before for your sisters ultrasounds and seeing them. Even hearing the heartbeat was emotional for you and you were nothing but the aunt.

You cave into Soobin's request and a few days later you are watching the moniter closly as the woman shows you your child. Byeol has a soft smile on her lips and Soobin is utterly confused. "How do you know that's the foot?" he asks, his eyes seeing nothing but black and white blobs on the screen.

"With years of schooling and medical practice." she says. "Do you want to know the gender?"

You bite your lip, eyes wandering around to see Byeol and Soobin. Soobin gives you a thumbs up while Byeol grins. The decision was yours and you find yourself nodding.

The woman hums and her eyes scan the screen. "It's a boy!" she cheers, as does Soobin and Byeol, but your smile flutters and the corner of your eyes swell with tears.

You had 4 older siblings, you being the youngest of 5. Growing up you were closest to your eldest two siblings, Yechan (your first born sister) and Hyun-woo (your first born brother). You recalled the many times they'd taken you to and from school, brought you with them on errands and even took you to the park when they weren't busy. You would often get confused with being Yechan's daughter due to the age difference.

Se-hun (your second eldest brother) and Ye-Rim (your second eldest sister) was a different story. You often argued with Ye-Rim over petty drama which resulted in you two fighting. Se-hun ignored your presence most times, you being nothing but a younger sister who annoyed him every now and then.

Yet and still, they were your siblings and you loved them. Now being 22, your and Ye-Rim's relationship was better. She no longer considered you a burden of a sister and you enjoyed your nieces presence. You visited Se-hun often now that he was married with 4 kids - something you were shocked to think back to. But, he wasn't alone in children when Yechan had the same amount.

You strove to be the perfect aunt, buying whatever gifts you could for 9 children, trying to take them out of your siblings hands for a bit but you were just one person, afterall.

Your siblings were all doing great for themselves - all except Hyun-woo. When you were a child, Hyun-woo was hard working. He worked every night until late and every morning made sure you all had breakfast on the table to eat. The man you witnessed now was not the man of your childhood - there seemed to be no life behind his eyes. He appeared a mess, oftentimes. His hair was greasy and his teeth had a dull grey color. He wasn't old in the slightest but appeared to be as though he aged like milk.

"I told you to leave him alone." Se-hun sighed once, shaking his head. "He was far beyond himself."

"I couldn't have him around my kids." Ye-Rim snickers as she washes her dishes. "When I did he left cocaine in the bathroom."

"He's going to drag you down with him, Y/N." Yechan warned, and how right she was.

Hyun-woo didn't take long until he was arrested for petty theft. His drug addicted mind had him breaking into homes, stealing small items. Sometimes he would remain in said homes and hide to do nothing in particular. You managed to bail him out the first time, raising enough money (no thanks to your siblings) and bailing your brother out. The next month, he was back - this time off to prison.

"You should've left him there the first time." Ye-Rim told you. "So he could've thought about what he was doing with his life. Your bail money went down the drain."

Down the drain was right. You had a hefty savings - you weren't a university student. You decided that working was best after High School, but all the savings you had was poured into your brother's bail just for him to off to prison shortly after. You were stuck - working check to check. You didn't wish to live off of your older siblings - they had children and lives of their own to manage. So you decided - pay your rent to have a roof over your head or eat with no where to lay your head. You chose your rent with a little money left over for necessities. It was difficult - but you managed.

What you weren't able to manage was the two men in dark suits coming into your work place looking for Hyun-woo. You widen your eyes at them - because, for one, they knew you and your workplace but also because they were bold enough to do this in broad daylight. At you telling them that your brother was in prison, they left. You thought this would be a sigh of relief, they whoever those men were wouldnt be returning.

You were wrong.

They did return and even were kind enough to trash your house. You were home when the door was kicked in, a scream erupting through your throat. The men had destroyed everything in sight, a robotic look in their eyes and actions. Almost as if they were being compelled to do this - maybe by a higher up. Before they left, one of the three men had come forward to your weeping figure and dropped to his knees. He eyes you for a moment too long before then tells you that they would be returning a week from that moment to claim your brother's debt - a total of 64 million won.

Your heart stops at the high price. You questioned how in the world there was so much money to be loaned to someone that appeared as your brother did - grey teeth, some missing. Greasy hair was often left in a low bun and stubble on his chin and cheeks. He was an utter mess and a known addict - what else could he be? How much drugs were dealers willing to give someone with no job or money? You had kept your valuables hidden from him - he was a known thief and even you being his youngest sister didn't leave you untouched.

You worked extra hours the next day at your job - the grocery store appreciating it, they were already short staffed. Whatever you had left that wasn't broken by the men you sold - your couch, the tv in your room and livingroom (that was only half broken but pawn shops don't discriminate). You even sold jewelry, not as though you had anywhere to wear it. You were still down millions of won, the money not being realistic for you to attain in a short amount of time.

So, here you were scouring the internet for ways to attain large amounts of money, legal or illegally. You were desperate to do anything, at this point. You got your answer when you were invited - via vpn tracking, sadly - to a private event. You were skeptical, but the invite said that if you had anything valuable to sell, you could through the black market - an event that happened every few months in an underground location.

You went - your fanny pack holding a bottle of bear mace and a pocket knife and a mini taser. Your backpack holding a change of clothes for this occassion. If this was a trap, you refused to be down bad and die there. You've lived this long, far too long to die like that. At your arrival at said place, you were disappointed to see that there was no one there. You looked around the abandoned alleyway, the dark light alley lights flickering as you let out a sigh of defeat.

"Looking for something?" a voice startles you. The tall man crosses his arms behind you. He steps back, allowing you space.

"I,uh...I guess not. I'll be leaving." you take a few steps back yourself, not wanting to be too close to the man.

"Are you trying to buy or sell anything?" the man says, his eyes narrowing. He was being conspicuous without saying too much in the case that you weren't looking to do that.

"S-Sell." your lips purched.

The man nods, he turns towards a metal door. "Follow me." he tells you.

You follow behind him, your hands on your fanny pack in case you need to grab a quick weapon. As the two of you walk behind the door and down a dim lit hallway, he opens a wooden door at the end of the hall and motions for you to enter. The room was huge with loud chattering. Sea of people, all dressed far more expensive than you, holding glasses of wine and champagne. Your eyes glance to the man behind you. "What do people sell here?" you ask him, unsure if this was the correct place to do this at.

"Everything." he says. "Expensive jewlery - stolen or not. Property, businesses, foreign exchanges...sex." he shrugs. "Whatever you have to offer. State your price - start high. Someone will be bound to buy what you're selling."

You nod your head. "I-Is there a restroom?" you look around. If you were going to be selling yourself to the sea of men, you were bound to change into whatever cheap lingerie you brought in your backpack, long jacket hanging over your shoulders.

Everything was separated into categories just like the man stated. Sex was the last exchange sold and this late into the night you were nearing exhaustion. Your feet ached in the heels you wore that you took it off the second hour and slide against the floor in a sleepy haze. You were standing up right when the catergory you were waiting for was now. There was many woman, all shapes and sizes, offering sex - some in more ways the others. Their asking prices weren't the same as what you were going to be asking far, far less. Nonetheless, like the man states - start high and state your price.

You were next. The lights of the stage seemed brighter than every when you were the center of attention. The host speaks with you silently, his eyes widening at your asking price.

"64 million won." the host states into the microphone, you hear a few gasps and snickers. You gulp, taking a deep breath. You removed the long jacket, letting it fall to the floor. Your lingerie was simple, a white lace that shown more than you desired, but if you were going to sell sex you needed to ooze sex. "Tell me, why do you think you deserved 64 million won?" the host asks, trying to get you to sell what you could.

"I'm not just selling sex." you speak into the microphone, the sea of people watching you making your stomach feel uneasy. "I'm selling my virginity."

The crowd erupts in more gasps, and with that the biddin started. One man offered 64 million straight out, his old shaky voice cracking. You were disgusted, but kept your smile on your lips. Another man shouted 65, the next 70. The last was what has you yelping. "400 million won." the voice says, this time it didn't sound old or cracked out. It was young and deep - determined. "Cash."

"Sold." the host says, head shaking in disbelief at the amount of money you were about to obtain for your virginity. You gulp, your eyes watching the figure make their way to the stage. You're captivated, watching as the man - couldn't be much older than you - make his way onto the stage. Something in your gut is telling you - he was familiar to you.

He grasps your jacket and places it upon your shoulders. He pushes you gentle towards the left side of the stage and down the small stairs.

You two had a lot to talk about. For one, you couldn't believe that amount of cash the man took out of the black bag, He shows you, allowing you to see that he was serious about this. You fidget in you stance, the man intimidating you. He wasn't the one who appeared to need to buy pussy - or virginity. He was young, piercing dark eyes with the same dark hair. He had a lip ring in the corner of his lips and the smirk he gives you was enough to have you want to fuck him without the money.

"Before we...make out a contract. Why are you doing this?" the man asks you. He has taken you to his car, a black mercedes with dark tinted windows. You two sit in the back while a man drives him.

"I need the money." you admit.

"64 million won is a lot of money to need." the man chuckles a response. "College? Mortage?"

"My brother's in debt." you say. You were exhausted. You tell the stranger everything - how your brother was a drug addict who finally met his match in prison while you were left to pay for the damages. How the men destroyed your home and only allowed you a week to conjure up the debt your brother owed. You admitting to selling nearly everything you owned and now deciding the last thing you did own was your diginity and virginity.

The man remained quiet at your rambling. You remained quiet the rest of the car ride to your home. Much to your surprise, the man had given you the entire 64 million won, stating that he would be back to collect his debt you owed to him and give you the rest of the money he promised. Your eyes sparkled and you nodded with determination. You got out of his car with a short bow, vowing to be the best you could to him when he returned.

What you weren't expecting was the man to indeed return the day of the debt collecting - right on time. As you allowed the man inside your home, envelope in your hand with the amount of cash they needed, your door, once again, was kicked in. The man, along with one other, raises their guns at the men in your sitting area.

"What the hell?" one of the men hiss to the intruders, arms raised. His eyes widen in realization. "Jeon-ssi? What are you doing-"

A shot ranged out and all you could do was drop to the floor, eyes wide. The man, Jeon, shoots the man speaking, a crazed look in his eyes. The man screams at the bullet through his shoulder. A few more shots ring and you're now crying on the floor, a pool of the mens blood surrounding you. You may have fucked up and got yourself into deeper shit than you imagined.

You hear footsteps approaching, but you don't open your eyes. You never do - not until you feel fingers wrapped into your hair and yanking you upward. You hiss, eyes shooting open, the tears pooling out faster now. "P-Please..." you try to shake away from the familiarly strange hand.

The man removes his hands from your hair and steps back, head tilting at you. "Stop crying." he murmurs. "I'm not going to kill you."

You sniffle. It was hard to believe this man wasn't nefarious when he and his friend murdered the men in your home seconds ago.

"That's it." Jeon nods, a smile on his pierced lips. He reaches out to wipe a tear from your left eye. His hand then caresses your cheek. "I can't believe these cowards left you in such a compromising position."

You gulp, shaking stiffly. You couldn't move, far too afraid that he wold put a bullet through you next if you had.

"Come." Jeon says.

"W-Where are you taking me?" you cry out when you feel him grab your shoulders and bring you closer to him. "I-I don't need the money anymore, take it-"

"Hyung, please wait in the car for us." Jeon says to the man behind him, a tall man with narrowed eyes and broad shoulders. He does so, not bothering to close the door behind him. "You...fear me." Jeon says to you. "After I got you out of debt and handled the men who disrespected you."

You want to scream and cry, everything at once. You were beyond frightened and you swore if you could piss right now, you would.

You remain still when he brings himself closer to you. "Let's go home, Y/N." he tells you sternly, the look in his eyes telling you that he wasn't going to say it again.

You take a deep breath, humming softly to yourself. You were rocking back and forth with a hand rubbing your growing belly. You felt indifferent now knowing the gender of your child. You thought of the future of you and your child - how you would be cuddling her to sleep every night, breast feeding her until she was full, bathing her. Now, you were doing this to a baby boy.

In the past you wouldn't dare be disappointed in the gender of your child. However, the past you once thought you would be married first, have a dog or a cat before allowing a child into the picture. Obviously, that was not the case in your situation. You now pondered on how your child would look, if he'd look like you or the man from your past or take your features. 

Nonetheless, you couldn't dwell on the gender any longer. You will soon have a child to raise, far from the drama that came with the Jeon empire. You would be the sole influenced - along Byeol and Soobin - to this child, needing to have him be the man you wished you encoutered from his father. 

"I like the name Dal." Soobin stands in your door frame. He leans against it as he eyes you. 

"I chose Jin-Seon." you murmur to the man.

He raises a brow. "You did? When? Why didn't you say anything?" he was excited, possibly more than you now, at the fact there was going to be a baby in the home. 

"A few hours ago. That's the only boy name that stuck...with me." you stop rocking to glance towards the old crib. Soon you'll be putting your son in that crib."What if I'm a terrible mother?"

Soobin gasps at your sudden words, far taken aback by your change in demeanor. He steps inside your room to get closer to you. "Why would you say that? You'll be an amazing mother!" he assures. He kneels down so he can be face to face with you. "What's going on?"

You shake your head. You couldn't tell Soobin of your past and the worries you had to raise your son to not be like his father. Of course, he wouldn't be around you two for Jin-Seon to be a bad influence, but still, they were blood after all. You were afriad you would fail your son like you failed to help your brother.

"I know we haven't been together as friends for long, Y/N...but I know you'll be a great mother. You're already so motherly to Jin-Seon. He is in great hands." Soonbin gives you a smile that makes you want to cry - his kindness was overwhelming. "And if you need any help, Eomma and I are more than willing to. It take's a village to raise a child, Y/N, I'll never allow you to do it alone."

You were unsure how long you were kept into the room - possibly a day or two. It appeared as a guest room, everything neat and organized and not lived in. You hadn't showered yet, either, the blood of the men soaked and dried onto your skin. You were disgusted and horrified with what was bound to happen to you. This man, who you have yet to know the name of, has not returned.

Often, you lay upon the bed that you were given, hoping to sleep away the memories but they never left. You were always left with waking up every few hours in a cold sweat and a yelp, the memories of the shooting, the blood and the cold eyes of your captor.

While you lay awake, your mind drifts to the outside world. It's been days - maybe a week? has anyone tried looking for you? You haven't been to work in so long, has anyone called the police? Has your siblings been notified? The act of being labled as a missing person was what terrified you - you were missing in plain sight, unsure of when you'd see the outside world.

The door jingling makes you freeze in your spot. You lay your head against the pillow and hold your breath, not wanting to make a sound. "How long has she been here?" a voice comes, a voice of an older woman. "She's covered in blood and you left here like this? Is this how I raised you?"

The lights in the room turn on from a switch just outside the door and you hiss lowly, your eyes not seeing brightness for so long. You begin to shiver when the voices and footsteps come closer. "I didn't know what to do, Ajumma." the familiar voice of the man you called Jeon says. "You know how the Hyung's are."

His voice now was different from when you last heard of him - there's no venom laced in it, nor is it deep and threatening. It's normal, light when speaking to the older woman. You feel a hand on your shoulder and your shivering stops. Your eyes glance upwards to see them - Jeon and the older woman, hair dark but a few strands of grey caught their way out. She had wrinkles covering her forehead and low bags covering her eyes. "Let's get you up and bathed." she says.

Your eyes are low when you stand up, stomach rumbling and knees shaking. The woman turns her head to glare at Jeon. "Did you starve the poor girl?" she hisses. "Jeon Jungkook! You're just the same as your father." she looks back to you with softer eyes, "Come with me. We'll get you bathed and fed."

You follow the woman, your mind puzzling together. His name was Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.

Once the older woman took you to a large bathroom, the floor - cold against your bare feet - was marble and clean. So clean you could see your reflection against it. The shower was separate from the large tub and as you turned the water on, you marvelled at how many faucets and power jets of water sprayed out. Soon you were scrubbing your skin roughly with the vanilla scented bodywash to remove the blood stain from it, but nothing felt good enough. You still felt dirty with blood, sweat and even the tears that dried up upon your skin.

You wash your hair with the shampoo that was inside the shower, not caring if the ingredients were good for your hair or not. You didn't have time to care when you were in a foreign home with people you didn't know. You were unsure if the man was allowing you to shower simply because he wanted his payment or because he geniually cared (suddenly) for your appearance and well being.

A knock sounded on the door as soon as you turned off the shower. You watch as the door opens and the woman comes in. She smiles at you warmly and lays down a towel, a robe and under garments. "So you can get out of those old clothes. I'll make sure that boy get's you a closet full of clothes."

You nod. "Thank you." your voice was meek and quiet. She leaves the bathroom and you make your way to dry and dress yourself. You knew you couldn't hide inside of here forever, but you wanted to. You were unaware what was going to happen next with the man that was Jungkook. All you did know was that you were left terrified of him and who he was. Him killing the men in cold blood without batting an eyelash - that only told you he was one of the same of these men, just possibly more powerful.

You twist the doorknob once you are done, poking your head out. The hallway was quiet and there was no sign of the older woman. You contemplated if you should remain in the restroom or wander around. This estate was foreign to you, all you did know was that the man, Jungkook, wasn't going to allow you to leave anytime soon.

You decide to get out of the bathroom, closing the door behind you. You tiptoe down the hall, your bare feet cold against the marble floor. You wrap the robe tightly around you, trying to remember the way you came and go back to the dark room. But luck wasn't upon your side and you find yourself utterly confused as to where to go. Every door appeared the same as the next, all dark, modern and closed. You didn't have the guts to open any and see for yourself, afraid of what's behind it.

"Looking for something?"

You yelp, startled at the sudden voice. You stiffen and turn around with wide eyes.

"You must be Y/N." the man steps closer to you. He reminded you of Jungkook, the way he was attractive with a hint of intimidation. His features were symmetrical, jaw line sharp and angular. It was his eyes that attracted you to him - you were unable to look away. They were as if he was calling you towards him without saying a word. "You are as cute as the little one said you were." he coos.

The man reaches you, his hand coming out to stroke your face. "I can tell you are truly innocent as he says. Never been touched by a man. Or woman - I'm a judgment free man." His laugh captivates you. As close as he was to you now, you could see around his eyes the lightest shade of eyeshadow around them. "Tell me, are you looking for Kookie?"

You're stuck, unsure of how to respond. So you nod your head, assuming "Kookie" was "Jungkook" who you previously met. The man grasps your hand and tugs you closer to him. He interlocks your fingers and soon the two of you are walking down the hall together, hand in hand. It was as though your nervousness - even fear - had gone away. THe closeness between the two of you made your nose catch his scent - a bittersweet aroma that gave off a spicy yet fruity smell; inviting.

"People call me Himeros." the man murmurs to you, his voice in a hushed tone as if it was a secret. You gulp and nod, your little knowledge of greek mythology, you were certain he was the living embodiment of Himeros. "But my family calls me Jimin, and since you're with Kookie, you can call me Jimin, too."

You listen to him talk about random things, remaining in a comfortable silence as he guides you down another hall and soon you're in a large sitting room, surrounded by men in dark suits. 6 men stood out to you - one being Jungkook - their suits were white in contrast to the dark ones surrounding them. They all sat huddled together in a deep conversation when you arrived. They sat on a deep burgundy leather couch, a medium size glass coffee table in the middle - the colors of the room being a mixture of gold, silver and black. Your eyes trained on the men surrounding them, some staring out the large windows. It was at that moment you noticed they held guns - large rifles and a few others you know not a single idea of.

Your nerves kick in again being surrounded by so many unfamiliar faces - all men at that. Your hands unknowingly squeezes Jimin's and he shakes his head. "It's alright. No one here will hurt you." he assures, noticing your uneasiness. "Kookie." his voice sings songs. It makes the group of men sitting stop and look towards your way, eyes scanning you up and down.

Jungkook's eyes lock with your hand in Jimin's. He leans forward, tongue in cheek.

"Don't be that way." Jimin giggles, unlocking your fingers. "She was lost so I brought her here to you. Hospitality." Jimin gentle places his hands on your shoulders, a smile on his lips as he looks towards Jungkook.

"Is this the girl?" a man asks, his voice deep - the deepest you've heard a man have.

You witness Jungkook nod, standing forward. "Y/N." he says to you, his lip curling upwards slowly.

You remain silent, unsure of what to respond with.

"Does she know your name?" a man chuckles, his laugh high-pitched as if laughing at his own (lame but truthful) joke. You wouldn't know his name if it wasn't said by the older woman. "She looks so...scared. Like a little mouse."

"I would be, as well, if I were in a room full of men in nothing but a robe." another man says, he slouches against the couch with a bored expression. "Why did you bring her here and not his room?"

Jimin scoffs. "I do the right thing and it's still wrong, right, little mouse?" Jimin shakes his head and then looks towards you. You nod slowly, unsure of what else to do. Jimin smiles in return. "Well, Kookie," he turns towards the man. "She's all yours. I have a job to do." Jimin's hand slowly pats your shoulders and then he turns around, strolling down the same hall you came from.

"Come." Jungkook says to you, strolling to you and taking your hand in his. "We'll discuss things later, Hyungs." he calls over his back as he saunters down the hall with you.

"But we weren't done-" the deep voiced man starts, but then groans when he realizes Jungkook has no intentions of turning back.

"Damn kid." another man hisses.

Jungkook and you walk for a few minutes before reaching a room. When he opens the door, you realize it isn't the same room you were held in. He gently tugs you inside and closes the door behind you. The room was fairly large in size - double than the one you had been in. You figured the lights inside the room were motion sensored because it lit upon your arrival. In the middle of the room lay a large bed - possibly king size - with an upholstered headboard. The sheets upon the bed were satin and you noticed the amount of pillows spraw upon them.

The bedroom itself was modern and minimalistic, on each side of the bed sat a nightstand. There were 2 doors opposite to one another that you assumed were closed, you assumed they were closet space. "Do you like the room?" Jungkook's voice sounds. "It's much bigger than the last. Come." Jungkook strolls ahead of you to one of the doors. He opens it wide, your eyes trail inside the large room - quite bigger than you expected.

"This is your closet. He'll have to fill it up eventually." he trails off. Your eyes dart around the room - it was bigger than your sitting room back at your apartment. The mirror facing you was large that had lights surrounding it - also sensored. The room had wall shelves that reached the ceiling and a few in-wall drawers. It was luxurious, you'd amit, but you were afraid to ask why he was doing this for someone he paid to sleep with? "Do you like purses? We could display them on the top shelf."

You nod your head, agreeing with whatever he desired so you wouldn't upset or offend him. He smiles and then motions for you to follow him again. He reaches the next door, it opens and displays a bathroom. The floors were the same marble tile as the last one. What caught your eye was the circular bathtub and the large floor length window that displayed outside the estate - a mixture of flowers and vines. The shower was to the right of the bathtub with several faucets while the double sink and vanity mirror displayed on the left.

"My closet is in here." Jungkook says. "It's smaller than yours but does the job."

A knock was what caught you two by surprise. You turn towards the bedroom door then to Jungkook. You watch as he opens it to peek out, then opens it wider once he realizes who it is. "Ah," he smiles. "Food is here. I forgot I ordered food for us."

You were marvelled at the many trays of food coming into the room, all on rolling tables. The men - this time in chef attire - roll in the tables and display it for you and Jungkook. You questioned why Jungkook ordered much food for the two of you - you noticed many amounts of meats, different side dishes and even - as displaced as it was - a few slices of pizza. The last table to be brought it were the drinks and a large bowl of ice.

"I wasn't sure what you enjoyed eating." Jungkook says with a low chuckle. "So I ordered everything I like."

Soon the two of you are eating. You sat yourself far from him, nibbling on the food slowly. Jungkook wasn't shy in his own home or in front of you. He ate as if not swallowing at all, his eyes wide with pleasure. You ate a few more wings and called it enough. You wiped your mouth with the napkin and remain silent, waiting for the man to be done.

"Are you done eating?" Jungkook asks; he realized you hadn't picked anything up in a few minutes. At your nod and releases his grip on the slice of pizza he was holding - the cheese and pepperoni oozing off of it slowly. "Are you-"

"When are you going to fuck me?" you ponder loudly, possibly coming off rude.

Jungkook is taken aback. He turns his head fully to you and raises both brows.

"I...I would rather you get it over with." you murmur. You feel uncomfrotable against his gaze.

"Get it over with?" Jungkook snickers. "I told you already you aren't going back."

You're trembling now, fear overcoming you. You didn't think he would actually keep you here for his own personal reasons. He was a powerful man - you see that now by the way he had men lining up to cater to him. Not only was he powerful and obviously wealthy, but he was attractive and surprisingly young. He has to have women lining up to even get the chance to sleep with him (with nothing in return) yet he has chosen you - someone who only truly needed him for money. 

"Why would you want to leave? I gave you shelter - better than that run down apartment you were in."

Jungkook's tone and words offended you. You didn't come from money. You weren't raised poor either, however, you were raised to work for what you needed. You afforded a well enough apartment in a decent area. You saved up your money to fully furnish your apartment with what money you did have to make it feel like a home; not only that, but you cared for your brothers addictions (unknowingly) and gave a little cash whenever your siblings were low and in need. You didn't need Jeon Jungkook to insult the way you lived.

You turned away from him, your fists clenching. It wasn't smart to talk back to him, he was a man after all and could easily overpower you if needed be. 

"Would you prefer we slept together before the ceremony?" Jungkook sighs. He scotts closer to you, placing the trays of food back upon the rolling tables. "So it'd be easier for you?"

"What ceremony?" you murmur, your head turning towards him. This wasn't making much sense to you. But, you willing to sell your virginity to any man willing to pay wouldn't make sense to anyone - and you refused to tell your siblings such when the time came.

"Our wedding, silly." Jungkook chuckles. He taps your nose as if you were a silly child. Your eyes widen at the statement and when you realize his laughter died down and his eyes narrowed - he was serious. "I told you this was our home, baby. I gave you a large closet for you to fill."

You gulp. Your head was spinning and your stomach churned. The sensation of your body in this state was nothing but uneasiness, you felt lighthead and ready to faint. You snap your body away from him. "I'm not marrying you." your words were stern - as stern as they could be while you were frightened of the man. "That was not the agreement, Jungkook. I would never agree to sell myself to marriage."

"But you are willing to sell your virginity?" Jungkook snaps. "That makes the situation better?"

"No!" you hiss back at him, voice raising. You felt horrible enough that you were willing to give up something sacred to whatever greasy man was willing. But you didn't wish to put your life or those of your family in more danger due to Hyun-woo. "I just-"

"Watch your fucking mouth, Y/N." Jungkook interrupts you with a grasp of your chin. "I got you out of that situation with those men and I managed to kill their boss that was threatening you. How could you be so selfish?" he spits.

You tear your chin from his grasp and yelp. 

"My men are at your disposal. My wealth and power is yours." Jungkook again grabs you, this time his large hands gripping your cheeks to force you to look at him. "You'll be my wife and a part of Bangtan along with my own brothers, their partners and children. I'm the only one left in the family to be wed and bear an heir."

You feel sick. You couldn't help but cry out at the thought of marrying a man and bearing his child without your consent - he didn't give you much choice. This couldn't be your life now, not with a man like this. A man you didn't know anything about and vice versa. 

"Shh, baby, don't cry." Jungkook pulls you into his chest. You didn't fight him and instead allowed yourself to cry into his chest while he caresses your back. "I know it's overwhelming, but you'll be happy with me. I promise. We can see the world, you and I!" he continues to caress you while promising you every and everything - besides your consent and freedom. "Do you like babies?" Jungkook asks suddenly, his hands stopping the patting on your back. "Maybe we can visit Hyung's home tomorrow. He has the cutest daughter! That should be able to cheer you up!"

You cry harder at the thought. 

"Is this necessary?" you ask Byeol, arms crossed. You stood outside your bedroom, facial mask below your lips. 

"Put your mask on, Y/N!" Soobin yells, his eyes wide with shock. "You can't inhale the paint! It's not good for the baby!"

You do as you're told with a roll of your eyes. You hear Byeol giggle beside you. "To him it is."

You were woken up from your afternoon nap by Soobin. He had shook you awake and insisted you leave the room so he could paint it. You were initially irritated by the sudden act, but Soobin wouldn't bulge. He was now painting the room - the wall in which all of Jin-Seon's belongings sat - determined to paint the white clouds as neat as he could. 

"I just wouldn't want to trouble him." you sigh. "And you. This is your home after all. I wouldn't want to intrude." 

Byeol gently slaps your shoulder. "You could never be an intruder, Y'N. You know this now." she shakes her head, upset at the audacity of you thinking you would ever be considered a burden here. "Soobin is just overjoyed that there's more life in the home. It's always just been the two of us."

And overjoyed Soobin was. After he spent two days painting one wall - a simple set of clouds and mountains in different shades of blue and greys, he was done and added a few finishing touches. He adds Jin-Seon's name onto the wall above the crib given to her by Byeol. He then adds a few shelves, already displaying the ultrasound picture he had framed and gifted you. Next to the ultrasound was a picture he took of you off guard - hand resting on your stomach while you munched along on a piece of cake Byeol had made. It wasn't your favorite picture of yourself, but you enjoyed the act of kindness Soobin showed. 

"I still think it's all too much for something temporary." you told Soobin, but your heart was full at the kind gesture. 

"It's never too much when it comes to Jin-Seon. I want him to feel loved." Soobin smiles at you, his eyes squinting. You feel your heart flutter at him, he was entirely too kind for his own good. "And I want you to feel welcomed here. You don't have to leave as soon as Jin-Seon is born."

You let out a sigh. Your eyes glance away from him and to the wall, trying to avoid his gaze. They were making it hard - Vyeol and Soobin - for you to ever want to leave them. Byeol was utterly kind, always making sure to cook you delicious food. She insisted you needed a strong and healthy baby. She oftened wash the sheets and your clothes, even when you insisted you could do it yourself. 

Soobin was much like his mother, always welcoming. He came home everyday with different types of snacks and treats for you to try. He would give you the company you craved after Byeol rested. He encouraged you - ensuring that you would always be in good hands with them. 

"I won't force the two of you to stay." Soobin tells you, his voice low into a whisper. "But there isn't a time limit. You can stay for as long as you need to. This is your home just as it is ours."

Your throat clenches and your heart is now beating faster. You turn to Soobin and offer a trembling smile. He frowns at you. "Y/N. What's wrong?"

You're crying. You are sure it's the hormones. You looked like a crazy fool crying at Soobin. He must feel horrible with himself and questioning what were the words to set you off. 

"You all are so kind to me." you cry, whipping the pathetic tears from your cheeks. "I don't know where I'd be without your hospitality."

Soobin releases a laugh. He brings you closer to him, in a hug. He rubs the top of your back and shakes his head. "You don't have to cry, Y/N." he ensures. "We'll always be here for you and Jin-Seon. I promise." he says. 

Alright so here's Part 1 to Cruel Intentions. This would be a multipart series, I hope going between present to past isn't too much to understand.

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She Walks in Starlight

Summary: A goddess comes to ask for help to save her friends. Paring: Aemond!Hades x OFC!Persephone Word Count: 4358 Warnings: Mention of character(s) death. It’s HotD and Greek mythology, so there will be incest.   Author's Note: So, the whole Aemond as Hades trope has been done before BUT NOT BY ME so lets go. My inspiration came from this Aemond drawing: artist. It’s so nifty. Also, huge shout out to @aspen-carter for her ceaseless patience and helping me edit this. I am so grateful to have her as a friend because her writing is just top tier and her insight is so wonderful. ♥ Also! Gō vys is Valyrian for Under world. Enjoy! Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @sirenofavalon​ @annikin-im-panicin​ @aaaaaamond (slash means I am unable to tag you)  Series:  Act I -  Act II - Act III

ACT I

“Little goddess, you are far away from where you belong.”

This was the truth spoken, for she never before dared venture away from her mother’s watchful gaze, never pressing beyond the boundary she swore she implemented for safety. Today it was fate that propelled her soft steps to follow the trodden pathway that wove from her realm into his. 

His tone was low and voiced with authority, but she did not feel threatened despite the grim scenery she now found herself in. The Underworld seemed just a shadowed, desolate reflection of the mortal realm above; it was not shroud in darkness, mostly void of pigmentation save the veily blue hue that enveloped all around. She watched the souls make their way towards the ferryman, unaware their fluid steps were not solid against the grey sand that spread the shore of the river Styx. 

“Aïdōneús,” she used the ancient moniker, for who else would be present other than the lordship to the realm of death? She spoke his name as she heard from the hushed whispers of the mortals, who were afraid to misstate and bring unwanted attention from the king of the dead. For her, it was an ancient tongue known to the gods and it spilled like a sweet nectar from her wet lips. She pressed on the ball of her foot to turn and face him. 

Throughout the ages, many adjectives have been used to describe him and beautiful was the first to her mind. 

The contours of his face were sharp as the marble stones that the mortals would carve the gods’ likeness into and it gave a severity to his expression. She saw the left side of his face, marred from his heroism from the tales of the Titanomachy, with a gash that began above his brow and cut through, curling into his cheek. His bravery had been rewarded with his kingship of the Gō vys and a brilliant sapphire stone that was set into his scarred socket. 

Cold and stern, was often used, a firm accountability held for the laws held. Monstrous. Menacing. She assumed these descriptors were spoken by cowards, for all she could see was an esthetical deity.

He towered over her, his arms were tucked behind his back and it emphasized his broad shoulders. Silver scars littered over, brilliant streaks in contrast to the plum chiton draped over his lithe figure with golden thread knotted around his slender waist. The dark tones he wore gave a luminous intensity to his alabaster skin, like a godly beacon in the realm of grey. 

He kept his distance, but she saw his head tilt from the gleam of the red ruby set in his crown and the soft glimmer of his silver tresses that spilled forward with his subtle movement. 

“I have come to ask you something,” she continued, her voice unsteady, but her eyes boldly returned his steady gaze.

There was a haunting beauty to the mismatched coloring of his stare, his lavender eye and the glint of his sapphire eye, that caused her heart to reverberate within her chest.

“You traveled all this way to ask me a question?” His baritone continued and there was a flicker of amusement, the slight curl to his lips with his mellifluous words. “Please ask so I may best assist the goddess of spring.”

She felt the flush of pleasure. He knows who you are, the thought flutters throughout her head and she cannot stop her smile. “I wanted to ask if it was at all possible for a soul to be returned to the mortal realm?” 

A low hum rumbled in the back of his throat and he took a deliberate step to close the space between them; the flicker of amusement is gone, his expression now as cool as the marble it was carved from. “This cannot be done, little goddess,” his silver words carefully chosen for his silver tongue. “It is the fate of every mortal to die and once that threshold is crossed, they cannot return to that life.” 

Her renewed grief comes with its sickening hold, clenching her heart and the threat of tears pricked her eyes. She swallowed thickly, only then breaking her bold stare and instead she looked over the spirits that continued forward, awaiting their turn to cross. 

It should have been me.

“Who did you lose?”

His soft tone pulled her attention back and she can see his brow is furrowed. “My friends,” she refused to cry in front of the king, no matter the kindly concern etched onto his features in the moment. “They were taken suddenly and do not have the gold to pay the passage.” 

He hummed a second time, still low but thoughtful. “They are not yet lost, little goddess,” and the familiar curl of his bow lips gives her the flutter of hope. “Come back tomorrow and we can see what may be done, but,” his gaze rolled over her, locking onto her face once again. “I would advise not to return empty handed when you come to beg a favor from the king of the Underworld.” 

+ + + + + + +

He dared teased the goddess of spring and then he relished in her response to the reminder of such a timeless courtesy. The rose coloring flushed her ivory tones, her embarrassment clashed with the thrum of her vitality beneath and it brought out the sun speckles across her nose and cheeks. 

How divine the thought of his lips to kiss each one. 

She left chagrined and he was certain he would not see her again, save the movements when he would slip to the surface for a reprieve from the dead, a shadow in watch of the gods who resided in the mortal realm. He had not expected her to return the following day and with a basket she showed was filled with delicacies of cheeses, olives, figs, and more.

He saw her coming, her steps almost familiar with the pathway that led to his realm. “You returned, little goddess,”  it was a statement more so than a question. 

“I have, Aïdōneús.” 

Aïdōneús. A name long forgotten, spurned from the fear it held amongst mortals, but she was dauntless with her pronunciation, just as she was bold with her stare. It was the sweetest sound, both familiar and unfamiliar, a sound that he would spend his immortality to follow its every behest.  

Even though her tone was cool, he noted her white knuckled hold on the wicker basket. “I have returned and I have brought you an offering,” she continued, shifting her weight to rest it on her hip. “You also may call me by name or you may call me Kore, if you desire.”

Desire. There is an unbridled fervor in his gaze as it rolled over her curves, so sinfully wrapped in the peplos linen but his posture remained reserved, his arms crossed behind and one foot stanced.  

“As you wish, Kore.” 

He did not say another word and his hand reached for hers; he was pleased that she took it without hesitation and his skin prickled from the warmth of her palm. He whisked her forward and he felt her grip tighten, looking back to see her eyes wide from the abrupt movement. He pulled her closer to his chest, his other arm wrapping around her waist with a firm hold. 

He brought her to a pomegranate tree that is curled on a ledge overlooking the knolls of silver grass, decorated with aimless spirits. 

There was almost an ache when he released his hold and he kept his arms open, watching to make sure her steps are balanced on the solid earth. “I apologize,” his voice was almost sheepish with his realization. “I am so used to getting around and I forget…” 

He is grateful that she does not press him to finish his thought. Instead, he fell back and watched as she spread the cloth, the white billow of fabric that settled on the ground, and placed the basket in the center. She offered to pour him a glass of wine and only then does he take a seat, breaking the bread, while he shared that their view is the asphodel meadows where good souls reside, a neutral ground for peaceful spirits. 

He wanted to bring her here and show her. “This is where your friends will eventually be,” he finished, lifting his goblet to his lips. 

Her eyes watched the bob of his neck as he drank the wine and she admitted, “This seems so dreadfully dull for the good souls.” 

“They no longer have the tedious shackles forced on them from the mortal realm,” his lips curled upwards with his further explanation. “They feel nothing and this allows them contentment to wander these fields.” 

Her nose scrunched. “I understand this,” she breaks a piece of the bread, allowing the wine to dye it red. “That, however, does not change my initial opinion.” 

This is a moment that broke through the kingly demeanor that he carried with his every step, his every movement within the cosmos. She watched, wide eyed and rosy, as his laughter lines his cheeks with dimples, the king of the Gō vys has dimples! She savored the genuineness of this moment and she cannot help but giggle as well. “It is beautiful, though,” she continued with a shy smile. “I see why you chose this spot.” 

His demeanor darkened and he smirked. “Kore, this pales in comparison to your springly creations. I only brought you to show you the bit of vegetation that can survive within my realm.” 

She tilted her head upwards, looking at the deep burgundy of the ripe pomegranates that hung low on the branches. “Are they edible?” 

He leaned onto his side, propped up onto one elbow and his fingers traced the decoration of the gilded goblet. “It is, but without the same savory flavors as,” and he gestured towards the basket that slowly empties with their picnic. “There is a cost of their consumption,” he cannot help the edge of bitterness to his voice. 

Her eyes widen, not with fright but curiosity, to the animosity of his words. “What is the cost?”

“Anything eaten or drank chains you to the realm,” he answered, solemn, and was surprised by the glint in her eyes. 

It draws his gaze to her and, again, he can see the thrum of her ichor beneath her ivory skin, her eyes focused on him and framed with dark lashes, her stare as dauntless as earlier. 

“It is the cost to rule a kingdom,” she offered, blinking and it is seemingly gone, her expression now doleful as it looks over the silver hills that spread infinitely before them. “It is better than to be destined to be the forgotten goddess, tied to her mother’s shadow and just a decoration who nurtures flowers.”  

He was watchful in this somber moment; there was a silence that was not uncomfortable, but he felt the returned fervor from before to ask more, to understand more. There was a tingle in his fingertips to reach for her hand, to knit his fingers so perfectly with her own, just so she may remember she was not alone. 

Instead, he waited.

She pulled herself to stand and reached her hand towards him, the radiance of her smile returning, a divine glow amongst the eerie meadow. “Come and show me more of your kingdom.”

And he obliged her. 

+ + + + + + +

Time, she learned, was different in the Underworld. 

She allowed herself to tour the Gō vys, tucked so close to his side and allowing him to show his kingdom, from the Asphodel to the Erebus, to watch the passage of Acheron and learn the ferryman was men, twins who let a foolish misunderstanding result in the simultaneous slay and he offered them an alternative to serve him. She met Vhagar, the rumored three headed beast who in truth wished for belly rubs and she happily inclined. 

There was a panicked realization when she resurfaced and saw the moon bore overhead. Her steps were quick homewards, muttering prayers to Gaia, to Rhaenys, to whomever was listening and she begged her mother would be unaware of the time lost. 

“You smell of death.”

Rhaenyra was the golden goddess of harvest and fertility, her mother the very embodiment of the sacred laws of the cosmos. Her eyes narrowed on her arrival, but she managed only a hint of anger to touch her overwhelming interrogative tone. “Where have you been, Kore?”

She hummed a lie, something enough to dissuade further suspicion her mother may hold, just a silly little goddess who had gotten lost within the cosmos. She continued to add another promise she would never dare return. 

This was another lie. 

“Aïdōneús,” she greeted him the next day and was pleased with his expression, which was almost incredulous at her return. 

“Kore,” he responded with the same warmth, the curl of his lip when he reached for her hand. She allowed him to take it without thought, a blush crept over as he brought her knuckles to his lips, the tickle of his breath to her skin. “Please, I meant to say this yesterday,” he did not release his hold, his dichromatic gaze watchful. “You may call me just Aemond, if you wish.” 

“Aemond,” and she said his name with the same sweetness and reverence, enjoying her familiarity with the king and how the rose color dusts his cheeks when she repeats it. “I admit, I have come to ask another favor.” 

“More souls you wish to return to the mortal realm?” 

He regretted his words the moment they left his lips, when he saw the pain that danced across her eyes. His apology was caught in his throat, the explanation for his tasteless jest, but she already shook her head and that pain was gone. 

“I wish to show you a place that is dear to me,” but her tone is careful. “Are you able to come with me to the mortal realm?” 

I would go anywhere you asked of me, he does not say and instead he nodded, the shimmer of his silver hair. “I can leave, though not for long periods of time,” he shifted his gaze. “It is a tether to the Underworld. There is a pull, almost an ache, that grows the longer I am away.”  

A smile returned to her lips, pink and inviting. “I will not keep you too long from the duties of your kingdom,” she promised and offered her hand to him. 

Traveling within the Gō vys requires a celerity to his movements; there is a rush of wind with his quick motion from one place to the next, whereas she seems to frolick, pulling to keep him at her pace as they flit from the shadows and move towards a small isle. At first glance, it only holds the wreckage of the temple to appease the averter of evil, its ruin ironically from a temper tantrum of the gods. 

“But why here?” Aemond was curious as he looked over the cracked stylobate and the broken pillars split, with stone embedded into the soft earth around them. 

“There is beauty in the broken,” she smiled and pulled him to follow. “After Daemon and his temper tantrum, the mortals abandoned it, but I wished for it to blossom with new life.” 

He watched her climb over a fallen pillar and she peered up to him, beckoning him to follow. He dropped softly at her side, while the soft echo of her words, there is beauty in the broken, remained in his ear. Aemond saw her focus was ahead and he followed her gaze. 

His eye followed the curl of a turquoise moss that curled and decorated the stones, blooming with pastels. It continued to the reflection of the morning dew glittering off the almost iridescent petals, gleaming brilliant in the rising run; it showed the sea scheme of colors that stretched around them.

She was the goddess of spring, of vitality personified, and he is the darkness. But in this serene moment, there was an emotion, an almost tangible passion that entangled with the ichor of his veins when she reached for his hand again.

There was a spark as their palms fit together, as his slender fingers curled around her hand. “It is beautiful,” he said and his tongue wet his lips. 

She peered at him, the flutter of her own heart when she saw how his features softened in the intimacy of the moment, a satisfaction to be privy to the reserved pleasure that played on his face. There was the intrusive thought that begged her to touch his jaw, to press up to her tiptoes and dare to taste his mouth, and she wished to bring back a piece to his kingdom, just so she could relive the hint of his smile on his lips. 

“It is,” she agreed, tucking the thought away. 

+ + + + + + +

That night, she tucked herself into the athenaeum to pour over the scrolls her mother stored away, with Rhaenyra both pleased and proud of her rekindled passion for her role within the cosmos. 

Kore did not correct her. She needed her focus to return to what initially brought her to the Underworld, the fate she shelved and the growing burden with that neglect. She told herself that Aemond would be more amenable with an offering more tailored for the god of death, but in truth, she also wished to understand the growing thrum beneath her breastbone whenever she was within his proximity. 

There was a simple spell that would serve both. 

Though he would never admit to waiting for her, she was still pleased to see him on the edge of the plane, close enough for the sunlight to touch and give an ethereal glow to his chiseled features. There was a gentle breeze through his silver, silk tresses and she stopped her steps so she could admire him, the glimmer. 

He tilted his head. “Kore, what is it?”  

“Aemond,” she breathed. “You really are beautiful.” 

His jaw steeled with the compliment and she was quick to grab his hand, leading him below like a silver beacon into the blue hue of the Gō vys. Once they were in the shadowed realm, she turned to press against his chest, her softness melting against him and with her whisper, “Aemond, take me back to the meadows.” 

He, of course, obliged her. 

There was a comfort with how his arms, so strong and lined with silver scars, wrapped around her waist with a hold she knew could be trusted. The jarring movement still caused her stomach to lurch, but it was quickly replaced with the exhilarating rush and her laughter spilled from her lips. Only when she felt the tickle of the silver grass beneath her soles did he finally release his hold of her and they were back beneath the pomegranate tree. 

She curled with grace onto its roots and beckoned him to follow. He paused for a moment to appreciate how her robes nestled against her curves before he sits, close enough, with one leg up to rest his forearm on and the other arm pressing himself upright, his palm resting on the earth. His expression begs curiosity, but he is quiet. 

Kore and her sweet smile elicited his hummed response and he watched as she began to rub her palms together. A soft glow emitted between and her focus returned to Aemond, a golden goddess with the light, before she pressed her hands to the ground. Her eyes closed for a moment, her thoughts poured into the practice incantation with the wordless flutter of her lips. 

She opened her eyes and smiled again, his gaze shyly dropped to watch her hands lift and reveal the bolt of green that begins to stem upwards. He watched as its leaves unfurled and the red bulbs bunched together began to blossom.

His expression is one of awe, his jaw slack from seeing the life sprout from the grey earth and flourish with color before him. Aemond looked pained when she reached to pluck one, cupping it in her palms with a whisper, the same golden glow, before she presented him the enchanted flower, the petals unbruised and a vibrant red. 

“This will match the ruby in your crown,” she explained, shifting her weight to look at him. 

His expression was stoic, just a red reflection in his sapphire eye. “What are they called?” He asked when she opened his palm, his fingers spread as if his touch would shatter it. 

“These are called snapdragons,” she shared, her pride aglow with her creation, her validation. “They are able to handle the cooler weather, but their lifespans are not very long, which is why,” and her fingertips tickled his palm as she picked it up, careful to pin it to his chiton, “I made this one for you. This one will never wilt.” 

His gaze fell to it, his slender fingers pressed into the fabric around where she snugly fastened it, still cautious to touch. “Is this magic?”

He did not see the touch of pink to her cheeks, how she hemmed for her words to reply to him. 

She sought out this spell in the archives of her mother’s anethum, that would allow a flower to eternally hold its blossomed vibrance with a condition in place, an emotion from the spellcaster, something that hinted its existence from the day they spent together at the temple.

An emotion she felt irresolute to share now. 

She had thought it to be carnal at first. Desire, the unbridled passion that hummed within her when she first laid eyes on the god of death and his aery beauty. It was a fervor that burned within her as she drank his deliberate movements, the glimmer of his silver hair, the perpetual smirk that played on his pink, bow lips. 

This will fade, she told herself. She returned, undeterred and with purpose to save her companions, the fate that brought her to the Gō vys to begin. With her offering rested on her hip, she allowed herself to be swept away in his arms, flitting further into his kingdom. It was his touch that sparked something more, the sweet candor of their conversation, how she swore his steady gaze able to see her bones beneath. 

She felt confirmation at the temple ruins, from the moment she watched the colors of her masterpiece absorb into the exquisiteness he carried with him. She saw something, she felt something. 

There is beauty in the broken.

He was a timeless deity that had seen the fall of Titans and she was only the little goddess of spring. 

In part, she was proud of her power that grew, the vibrant glow of the snapdragon, but she also knew it stemmed from an emotion from her that he would never reciprocate. 

So all she said was, “Yes. Magic.” 

Her cheeks grew warmer still with his steady gaze, her silent prayers that he would not press for the truth of it because she knows she would never be able to lie to him. Aemond seemed to accept the words and then said, “I accept your offering, Kore. Tell me your favor and I swear I will do the best that I am able.” 

So she spoke of the fate that brought her to the Underworld. “I wish to pay the passage for two souls.” 

Her question did not anger him, but there is a sadness that crept to his features. “Kore, I would not be able to allow this,” he sighed, unable to look her in the eyes. “If I am to make an exception for you, I would have to offer the same courtesy to the rest and…” there is a pregnant pause, a moment that allowed her to choke on the emotion that threatened to break through and she saw the glimmer of silver when he tilted his head to watch her. 

“Persephone,” he said with his low baritone. “Why do you ask for this? What brought you to my realm?” 

She wore her shame like the chiton draped over her curves. Her tongue wet her lips as her mind tried for the words to express the suffocating guilt that built with her every visit. Begin at the beginning. On that day, there had been an enchanted flower that she and her companions, Baela and Rhaena, came upon. 

“A flower,” Aemond hummed, his expression unreadable. 

His comment left her feeling childish, ashamed to admit what followed. The flower seemed otherworldly, its petals glittered in the sunlight and beckoned to her, but she balked and stayed within the parameters Rhaenyra had placed. Baela and Rhaena teased at her sudden shyness, pushing beyond and dared to pluck it. 

In return, the earth rumbled to split open and swallowed them both. 

“I know that it was planted for me,” she finished, her fingers fidget with the rope tied around her waist. “What other purpose would an enchanted flower serve than to lure the goddess of spring?” Her cheeks were tearstained. “It should have been me.”

Aemond hummed again, the severity returned to his gaze and he looked away. She allowed herself a breath, the slow intake and exhale through parted lips, to relax her posture and rest her hands into her lap. He reached for her hand and she allowed him to take it.

It was with his touch that she could admit she loved him. There was a tenderness to his large hands, how his slender fingers were gentle to hold her own and the soothing gesture of his thumb making circular patterns on her palm.

“Kore,” he began and she looked up at him. “I will look further into this. I meant what I said that I am unable to return souls to the mortal realm, it is beyond my power, but I will find…” he hummed again. “Will you please come back tomorrow night?”

I will always find my way to you, but instead she only smiled, nodding her head. 

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[mae-is-crazy]

Hellooo can i request for a relationship where the reader is neteyam/loak's twin or just part of sullys family and she died instead of neteyam?

Man o' man. At first, I was REALLY excited to write this; I love writing angst, after all. But then I realized I had to rewatch Neteyam's death scene... yeah, then it wasn't so exciting. BUT I still enjoyed writing this, and I really appreciate you shooting me this request. I hope you like it :) :) PS-- I hope you're happy knowing that I maybe-kinda-sortova cried, haha!! 

Ocean Breathes Salty (Sully Family / Daughter! Reader)

Synopsis: Sully's stick together. This is their biggest weakness... and also their greatest strength. (This story is unedited. Edits will be conducted at a later date.)

All her life, Y/N had caused trouble for her big brother.

It seemed like every other day her father was handing a stern scolding to Neteyam. And most oftentimes it wasn’t even his fault. It was stupid things like sneaking off into the night or digging her nose in places it didn’t belong. No matter what, Neteyam always got roped into it.

“What happened to keepin’ an eye on your sister?”

“You’re her big brother. You are in charge of her.”

“If she gets hurt, it’s on you.”

And despite the fact that this happened again and again and again, Y/N’s heart broke seeing her brother receive the harsh lashing from their father. His ears would flatten and he’s droop his head low, being sure to avoid the man’s gaze. The worst thing was that, right after, Neteyam wouldn’t say anything about it. He’d accept it like the good little soldier his dad expected him to be, and she hated that.

And that didn’t mean that Y/N was safe from their father’s wrath.

“That stunt you pulled back there? Stupid! Jesus, are you tryin' to get yourself killed?”

Y/N mumbled a weak “No sir.”

“You’re grounded. You’re to stay here for the month, tend to the Ikran and the wounded. Got it?”

The young girl put her hands behind her back, fidgeting with her fingers. She prayed her dad couldn’t detect her nervous energy.

Jake put a hand on her shoulder. “Got it?” He asked again, this time raising his voice a few notches.

Y/N gave him a curt nod, sparing him a glance before stepping away from him. “Yes sir.”

There were many times where Neteyam took one for the team. It wasn’t just when Y/N got in trouble; Lo’ak was beginning to take after her adventurous, generally reckless behavior (much to their dad’s distaste).

But now, it was Y/N’s turn.

She made sure Lo’ak and Spider had a clear opening before they jumped off the ship and into the slightly fridged water. There was still a RDA Avatar shooting at Neteyam and her as the two cowered closer into a corner of the ship. They were losing their window of escape.

“Okay, you’re turn!” Neteyam shouted over the sound of bullets hitting their safe corner. Y/N shook her head, peeking around the corner to see if any of her shots resulted in a kill. A bullet zoomed past her ear and she shuffled back into her brother.

Y/N watched her brother with wide eyes as he took her hand in his.

She knew that, if they didn’t move now, they’d be dead.

“Move, now!” Neteyam yanked his sister forward, dragging her close behind him as they plunged into the water and to safety.

Something sharp slammed into Y/N’s side. The shock of the impact was enough to cause her to gasp, involuntarily inhaling an alarming amount of water.

One thing Y/N had yet to get used to in their new home was how salty the ocean water was. It stung her eyes and something in her chest. She probably scrapped herself against some lose bits of metal from the ship. The unusual pain was making her chest tight, like someone was sitting on her, her breath threatening to fly out of her mouth at any second.

It was getting increasingly harder to keep afloat, and to make matters worse, the sea water was beginning to fill her lungs. There was a strange metallic taste building up in the back of her throat, too.

She could hear her brothers, Spider, and Tsireya cheering around her. High fives were being thrown around and shouts of celebration bounced off the water, but Y/N couldn’t bring herself to speak. She could haldy bring herself to breathe.

“Y/N?” Lo’ak asked somewhere in front of her.

She tried to look his direction but accidentally sunk down into the water, placing a hand on her chest where it hurt most.

Neteyam grabbed ahold of her before she could sink down any further, putting his hand where hers rested. “She’s been shot!” He shouted.

“Shit!” Lo’ak cursed, calling for his Ilu as everybody swam closer to the weak Y/N, all trying their hardest to keep her head above water. Nobody let go of her as they helped her on top of the sea creature. Uncontrollable coughs overcame the oldest Sully daughter as she was heaved up to rest in her older brother’s arms. He wrapped one arm protectively across her shoulders, holding her close to his chest as he used his other hand to guide his Ilu forward, the other children holding onto the animal’s fins.

“DAD!” Lo’ak cried out as the crew approached a patch of rocks. Out in the distance, Y/N could make out a familiar dark blue Na’vi. The sky was getting darker and flames were flickering an angry orange around her as the Ilu came to a stop. “Dad, it’s Y/N. She got shot.”

Neteyam scooted off the Ilu, requesting Y/N in his grip, The other children gathered around them, making sure none of her limp limbs got scratched by the rock’s jagged surface.

“Oh no,” she heard her dad choke, helping carry his now bloodied daughter to shore while reminded the children to watch for her head.

Y/N was placed gently on the ground before being picked up again by her father, who mumbled a tired curse to himself. He put her back down, reaching for his youngest son, “Pressure! Apply pressure,” and forcing his son to slam his hands onto her wound. She hissed in pain, moving to shove him off, but her father clasped onto both of her hands, rubbing her skin with frantic motions.

Somewhere behind her, Y/N would hear her mother screaming for her, but she was too tired to adnowledge her. “Momma-” she whimpered, hacking even more than a few minutes ago.

Jake cupped her cheeks with his large hands, caressing her skin and whipping away tears she didn’t know she had.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reassured. His voice was full of gentle sweetness, like the kind you’d give a child when they scraped their knee. Neytiri took her daughter’s hands, her wailing crumbling the young girl’s heart. It hurt almost as much as the bullet wound. “I’m right here baby.”

“D-D-D-DadI’mscared-ughithurts-”

“I know baby, I know, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

Y/N heaved deeper. She looked all around her, looking at the people that had protected her all her life. Her father, the strongest and most stoic man she’d ever known, had tears welling in his eyes. He refused to let them spill in front of her.

Her mother, Neytiri, wasn’t holding back. She screamed for Eywa to keep her child alive, squeezing her hand in a vice-like grip that could shatter bones. Her bottom lip trembled and snot dripped out of her nose, the agony of losing her baby destroying the powerful women.

Lo’ak, her little bother, who refused to meet his sister’s eyes, instead more focused on the crimson staining his skin. His whole body shook, stress and exhaustion making the usually sarcastic and joking boy uncharacteristically quiet.

And Neteyam, who watched from a distance with both hands on top of his head. He paced back and force, tugging lightly at one of the braids in his hair. She’d learned form an early age that it was one of his stressful ticks and hated herself for putting him through that. She wanted to reach out to him, but the entire world was becoming fuzzier by the second.

The cries of her mother were now inaudible.

Y/N tried to look into her father’s bright eyes, but couldn’t find them anymore.

Her chest rose sharply as she forced herself to take gulps of air. The last thing Y/N could hear was her father’s gentle cooing. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, it’s okay sweetie. I’m right here.”

Then there was nothing.

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A scream broke Jake’s desperate words. At his side, his mate grasped ahold of Y/N’s arm, shaking her body. Just a second ago, she was alive, looking at him, breathing the same air he was. Now, her eyes were unfocused. Her face relaxed and her chest fell.

“No no no no…” Jake mumbled, shoving his youngest son to the side as he braced his hands over his daughter’s chest. “Come on,” he repeated, beginning to shove down hard overtop her heart. There was no reaction from Y/N as he counted to himself, 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4.

One, two, five, seven minutes went on, and each time, Jake’s pleads became more and more strained, as did his attempts to resuscitate his daughter. “Come on, don’t do this to me. Wake up Y/N. COME ON!” Eventually, he fell back, accepting defeat with an ear-piercing scream. He leaned into his wife, who was now lightly rocking her baby while continue to beg to a god who wouldn’t answer her prays.

Neteyam continued to just watch, sinking to his knees as he numbly stared at his sister’s lifeless body.

The one time. The one time Neteyam couldn’t take the fall for his sister.

He’d failed her.  

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[fieldofdaisiies]

Azriel x Reader | Till Death Do Us Part? pt. 3

type: angst warning(s): depressive thoughts, gloomy, mentions of war, mentions of death and loss word count: 1.9k words summary: based on this request: Azriel is shattered over the loss of his mate, his life no longer makes sense until one day when he sees her again. He cannot believe his eyes–this is his mate. Only problem she does not remember him or what they once had and moreover is now part of his sworn nemesis’ court–the Autumn Court. 

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“I don’t understand,” you breathe, your forehead laying in furrows. What could he possibly be referring to?

“You really don’t remember at all?” The spymaster’s voice is so stern, so empty of warmth. It feels like he is crumbling inside and you feel like you are the reason for it.

But what could you have possibly done?

“I think you confuse me for someone, Azriel.” It is your voice that draws tears to his eyes. He hasn't heard it in so long, but it is still so lovely, so beguiling, so beautiful — his absolute favourite sound in the world. 

“I do not.” “You do. We have never met and you claim to somehow know me. I think you might have mistaken me for someone. I am from Autumn, I have never been here. It would not make sense, Azriel.”

Azriel takes a step forward, somehow looming over you but not in a threatening way. “You are from here. You are not from Autumn. You are from the Night Court. This is your home, this is where you were born. Where we met and fell in love.” Fell in love. The words hang in the air between you, stretching out. The blood rushes in your ears at what he is insinuating. It cannot be possible. You draw in a deep breath, feeling like you are getting suffocated by all this information. You want to tear at your dress, allowing more air in your lungs. 

Azriel must have noticed your distressed expression because he reaches for you, but you quickly pulls your hands away. 

“You died in my arms and now you are somehow reborn.If only I could prove it somehow.”

You died? You think he is speaking in fever. The spymaster must have gone mad. 

“There is no proof. Because there has never been anything between the two of us. I don’t know you, Azriel. You are mistaking me for someone. Or you are going mad. But I am not who you think I am.” “But you are!” Azriel’s voice is loud, louder than you have expected it to be, hollowing in the room, bouncing of the walls. You shudder – not because you are scared, but because of the power in his voice. He seems like he really means what he is saying that…that disturbs you a little.

How could this all be possible? There is nothing like rebirth, is there? “I have a friend and she knows a lot about history, ancient history. And magic, the magic of the Cauldron, the magic of Prythian. We could ask her.” The tone in which Azriel has spoken his suggestion is hopeful. His eyes move over you, assessing how your body reacts to it. Often movements and what a person’s expression says speaks louder than what actually leaves their mouth. 

“I also need to talk to Eris,” you finally say after a moment of silence. Of course you need to talk to him. If Azriel really means what he says, Eris has to know. Maybe he can also help.

“You don’t need to involve him.” Azriel steps forward, eyebrows furrowed. HIs siphons glow when his power stretches our like a dark cloud.

You push of the desk behind you, stalking towards him. “You can’t tell what I can and cannot do. Eris is my High Lord and I have to and want to involve him. He has a right to know.”

The spymaster closes his eyes for a long moment. Then they open and he glances past you, his throat working on a swallow. He assess the office. Rhys’s office where he where questionings and meetings often take place. He looks at the wall of books, calling to every rational part in himself to convince him that he has to let you talk to Eris. He hates Eris with his whole being, but what you say is true – he cannot tell you what you are allowed to do and what not. It is your own decision, your choice.

“Now?” You are irritated and glance at him through narrowed lids when he finally looks back at you. Your breath once again catches in your throat when you are met with the warm hazel of his eyes, his features softer now. “You want to talk to him now?” “I think it is a good idea. I just disappeared with you that is not quite appropriate, you know? He has a right to know.”

Azriel slowly bows his head, extending his hand. “And then we will talk to Amren?” “Who is Amren?” This tears at Azriel’s heart but he does not let the pain show. You truly don't remember anything of your past life. “A friend” he says in a tight voice and watches how you take his hands, your soft palm brushing his callused skin, your hands perfectly fitting like they always did. 

He smiles a little to himself but it doesn’t go unnoticed by you, also not the light blush staining his cheeks. Voluntarily or not, you smile as well, loving how your small hand fits his big one. 

Azriel opens the door with his other hand and for a moment you question yourself why you so easily took his hand. Haven’t you always been rather reserved when it came to males? Never allowed any physical contact because something has always been holding you back? Now, whatever that thing has been, is no longer holding you back. Lets you old his hand without further thought and that does something to you. It makes you think. Think that he might be right. Could it be that you—

“Where have you been, Lady—“ Eris eyes fall to your and Azriel’s entangled hands and he stops, eyes going wide. You quickly pull your hand out if his hold which leaves both you and Azriel with a sudden cold feeling. You shudder slightly, something like pain and disappointment reaching you from—? From somewhere? There is this sudden tangy taste in the back of your mouth and you have no idea where it comes from. Yes, it probably is your own emotion but then…it is so strong and poignant like you are feeling someone else’s feelings as well. 

“We had some business to discuss, High Lord,” Azriel says in a serious tone, his expression stoic. 

“Something I need to discuss with you as well.”

Eris furrows his brows even further, but slowly agrees. 

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“His mate?!” You can’t really place if he is outrageous or just shocked. But Eris paces around in the same office you have just been in a few minutes ago. His hands are thrown up in despair and he looks at you like you have grown another head. “What the hell? Is this a silly joke you came up with? How should that be possible?”

“Azriel is summoning a female called Amren. Maybe she can clear everything up. But I don’t understand either, High Lord.” While you talk to Eris, Azriel has informed Rhys and Feyre, Cass and Nesta, everyone. Cass is currently picking up Amren while Azriel waits outside the office so you and Eris can talk. Later on he will bring you to the Moonstone Palace. 

“And he said you died.” “He did. And that I was reborn.” “That is not possible.” “I said the same, but he is so sure.” Eris shakes his head and moves closer to you. “Would you want it?” He swallows and examines your face. “Would you want it to be true? To be mates with him?” One shoulder lifting, you shrug because you have no answer. No and yes. Azriel seems like a genuine male, kind and respectful, but then he is a stranger to you. You don’t know him–maybe you do? You feel like screaming, your head pounding and blood rushing in your ears. This is too much, too overwhelming. Too much is happening, too much information is in your brain. 

You inhale a deep breath when you feel like fainting for a moment. You need answers and a solution to all of it, you know that if no answers was found that night it would suffocate you. 

For a moment longer you talk to Eris and he is a good male, so he agrees to you meeting up with Amren but only under the condition of him joining as well. 

Azriel winnows first Eris and then you to the Moonstone Palace. He wants to give you some time alone to think. And he wants to have some time alone with you to talk once again without the others.

“I am sorry I am putting you through all of this,” Azriel says when he appears again, the nest of shadows slowly vanishing from around him. He moves closer to you, extending his hand once again. “Are you alright?” “I am, but I just want the truth, to know what this is all really about.” Azriel nods and offers you a small smile that you return. When you take his hand he brings you closer to his body, keeping you safe when he shadow-winnows away. You draw in his scent, the smell to familiar it has your chest warming. You more and more start to think that he might have said the truth. He might be right. 

Your eyes widen when the shadows and dark mist disappears and revealed to you is the most beautiful palace you have ever seen. The Moonstone Palace. 

It is made of moonstone and is perched above an enormous mountain. The halls are wide and open with towering pillars and gossamer curtains, swaying in a breeze. 

There are no windows so magic must keep the palace warm. 

Your lips feel a little dry when your turn to Azriel with wide eyes. “It is beautiful,” you breathe and Azriel wants to say that you are beautiful, but he holds back. It wouldn’t be appropriate now. 

Loud voices already reach you when you near what is soon revealed as the dining room. You enter alongside Azriel and are met with Rhysand and Feyre, High Lord and Lady of the Night Court, and some other people. None of their faces rings a bell, but somehow they all feel familiar. This thought makes the content of our stomach sour because you have an inkling what that means. 

“Hello, Y/N,” Rhysand, High Lord of the Night, says and inclines his head. Your curtsy as well, eyes jumping from one person to the other. 

Feyre moves a hand over her mouth, inhaling a deep, shuddering breath while a female next to shakes her head in disbelief. 

“This is madness,” you breathe and feel a presence step closer to you. Azriel. But not only Azriel. Also Eris steps away from Rhysand and nears you. “I think we need some answers now,” your High Lord says, loud and commanding. His jaw is clenched and his eyes trail over your face, stopping at your eyes. “Y/N deserves answers and a solution.”

You look at Eris, offer him a small smile and then glance up at Azriel, eyes narrowing in on his when you feel something in your chest warm. Like some ancient power comes alive. Your body is filled with warmth, electricity flooding your veins.

It is then that a small female with raven black hair enters the room. She wears a feline grin on her lips, eyes aglow. “Hello, Y/N. Seems like someone has conquered death. I brought something for you.”

She lifts her hand, the rectangular canvas she is holding. May eyes widen, I cannot believe what I see. Because what I see…is me.

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[life-at-hogwarts]

In the shadow of death (Ominis x GN!reader)

Pairing: Ominis x reader

Warnings: angst, trauma, fluff, mentions of animal abuse,

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: It’s the day of Noctua’s funeral. After spending the night in Ominis’ room, the two of you have to act normal in front of his family.

“I’m sorry. This was entirely inappropriate. It has just been a hard day and I needed it.”

“Glad to be of help,” you replied breathlessly, your head still spinning from the kiss

Author’s note: Oof this one took me way too long. Possibly inspired by TVD. Also after obsessively researching the Gaunt family tree I have decided I am going against headcanon and Ominis is the older brother in this one instead of Marvolo.

Part 1     Part 2

Also I finally managed to set up an AO3 account if you prefer to read it there

Your face was still flushed from the last kiss when you made your way back to your room, sneaking through the quiet corridors completely lost in thought, smiling to yourself as you relished in memories of last night. It felt like a dream, how could that have been real? Two days ago, you had just been friends and now the taste of his lips still lingered on yours. The strangest thing was that it did not feel odd at all. All you could think about was doing it again. You had almost reached your room when Sebastian blocked your way, leaning against the wall with a stern look on his face.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.”

Your cheeks were burning, and you avoided his gaze. “What are you talking about?”

“I’ve known Ominis for a long time. He doesn’t let people in. I’ve never seen him open up to anyone but Anne and myself, but for some reason he trusts you. So, for all our sakes, I hope you understand how much that means and honor it. If you do anything to hurt him…”

This took you by surprise. You had expected him to tease you and make fun of you but not this. Of course, you knew how close these two were, but you had never seen him this protective over his friend. If anything, he was usually the one who put him in danger.

“My intentions are pure, I swear,” you assured him solemnly and held his gaze.

“Good. He deserves the best. I’m putting my trust in you.”  After a short pause he added, “But be careful around his family. Don’t let them see what is going on between you two. They’ll use it to hurt him.”

“What do you mean?”

“Love is a weakness. Don’t think they won’t exploit it.”

You wanted to ask what he meant by that, but Sebastian was done talking and moved out of your way. You could feel his eyes following you when you walked down the corridor and finally disappeared into your room. That was odd, you thought to yourself, I have to find out what that is about.

---

Mr. and Mrs. Gaunt did not attend breakfast which made this meal more pleasant for everyone and even Ominis seemed somewhat relaxed with only his siblings around. You had seen Marvolo around in school, but Ominis avoided him as best as he could, so you did not know much about him. He was a year younger than the three of you, but no one could tell by looking at him. Marvolo took after Erebus, even some of his mannerisms were the same. You had to be careful around him. Metis on the other hand was much younger, probably around ten, and seemed like the least threatening member of the Gaunt family. You sat down next to her and gave her a little smile.

“Are you a Slytherin too?” she immediately asked.

“No. I’m not,” you started, but before you could elaborate Metis interrupted you.

“Mother said you are a half-blood. Maybe that’s why you’re not in Slytherin.”

Again with the pure blood mania. You suppressed an annoyed sigh and tried to stay polite. She was still a child after all.

“You know the sorting hat doesn’t really care about that. It’s what inside of you that counts.”

“Well, I am going to be in Slytherin like my brothers and everyone else in my family. It is the best house,” the little girl declared proudly.

Before you could answer, Marvolo chimed in, “Of course you will. You’re a Gaunt after all, our bloodline is not muddied with muggle blood.”

“Marvolo! Metis! That’s enough! Apologize right now. You are being rude to our guest,” Ominis hissed through gritted teeth, visibly irritated by his sibling’s behavior. Marvolo only glared at his brother defiantly and you could sense the tension building up between the two.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Anne!” Sebastian exclaimed and impetuously ran to his sister pulling her into a hug. It was a welcome distraction from the tense situation. Ominis shot his brother another angry look, before getting up to greet Anne. They hugged each other affectionately, then he asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for you, of course. I’m so sorry about your aunt.”

You didn’t know Anne very well, but you liked her. She was confident and forward, and you liked the effect she had on Sebastian. When she was around, he was different, less angry. He almost looked happy. Seeing the three of them together, you caught a glimpse of the bond they shared and couldn’t help but feel a little left out. Sebastian picked up on this and quickly declared, “I’m going to show Anne around, if you don’t mind. I need some time to catch up with my sister.” With that the two of them walked towards the door. Halfway through, Sebastian turned around, made sure Ominis’ siblings weren’t watching, and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, making you blush.

Since neither one of you particularly wanted to return to the table, you quickly followed them out of the room. “You’re cute when you’re blushing,” Ominis whispered in your ear, and you shuddered when you felt his hot breath on your neck. All you could think about were his lips on your skin, but he had already pulled back. He kept his distance on your way up to his room, and you didn’t attempt to move any closer. Whenever he moved around the house he seemed to be on edge, and you wondered if he was afraid to bump into his father again. After what you had seen last night, you understood why he kept his guard up at all times around here.

“I just love how welcoming your siblings are. Makes me feel right at home here,” you remarked dryly, as you entered his room.

“Welcome to pure blood aristocracy,” he sighed and tiredly rubbed his face.

You waited a moment, contemplating whether or not this was the right time to ask about Sebastian’s cryptic words of caution. When Ominis didn’t say anything, you went for it. “Sebastian warned me about your family. He said I should be careful around them because they’d use it to hurt you. What did he mean by that?”

“He is right. Don’t show them that you care, or they will use it against you,or more likely, against me.”

You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something you were missing and dug deeper, “I’m afraid I don’t understand. What is this about?” As soon as the words had left your mouth his eyes darkened, and you knew that it must have been something bad. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me.”

Ominis exhaled deeply and closed his eyes before answering. “No. It’s okay. You should know.”  Then he searched for your gaze, took another deep breath and started to speak, “I used to have a pet snake. Balthazar. He was my best friend and I loved him to death. My parents would use Balthazar to… incentivize me to do stuff I didn’t want to. They used my love for him to make me compliant. One day, I refused to do whatever it was they asked me to. They made me watch as they tortured and killed him. That was my punishment.”

“That is barbaric!”

“Then you know why you should be careful. I have seen them use the Unforgivables on people and I’m afraid they wouldn’t hesitate to cast them on you to teach me a lesson. My family is dangerous. I mean it,” he said in a grave voice.

“Understood. I will refrain from snogging you in front of your family then,” you responded wryly, earning yourself an exasperated sigh. “Hey. Loosen up. I will stay with Sebastian and Anne. Don’t worry, I understand that it’s not a joke,” you quickly added. You didn’t doubt that Erebus was capable of doing these things.

“Good. I would never be able to forgive myself if anything happened to you,” Ominis murmured and placed a kiss on your forehead.

------

Later, all of you made your way to the small graveyard at the back of the Gaunt estate. The guests started arriving soon after. There was no crying at this funeral, only grim faces and women pointedly dabbing their eyes with handkerchiefs. Even though Noctua had disappeared years ago, this felt very odd, and you uncomfortably shifted in your seat. Nothing about this felt authentic. It was all one big show for the guests. Every wizarding family of high standing had come, you recognized representatives from the Blacks, the Malfoys, the Carrows, the Lestranges and the Notts, as well as some politicians you knew from the Daily Prophet.  You doubted that any of them had known, much less cared about Noctua. The only one who was truly devastated by her loss was Ominis, but even he did not show it. Forced to sit with his family in the front row, he did an excellent job in doing what everyone expected from him, accepting condolences with a solemn nod, displaying his grief the appropriate way. It pained you that he had to go through this by himself, but you had promised to keep your distance in front of his family.

After the service people broke up into small groups, some staying to pay their respects, others already heading towards the house where the wake would take place. Ominis finally broke free of his family and joined you and Sebastian, who was in conversation with another boy your age. When he saw Ominis come towards your group, the boy sneered, “I see the prodigal son has returned.”

“Temporarily.”

“I heard you managed to find Slytherin’s scriptorium. Didn’t think you had the stomach for it. You were such a pansy when it came to getting your hands dirty,” he scoffed.

“How is your bedwetting problem? Did you finally manage to get it under control? I feel sorry for your roommates,” Ominis asked loudly, a wicked smile on his face. You snorted, trying to hold back your laughter and Sebastian almost spit out his drink. The boy shot you an angry look and stormed off.

“My cousin. Always manages to push my buttons. Obnoxious little prick,” Ominis sighed, and it took all of your strength to not laugh out loud. The way Ominis could tear into someone without ever losing his composure never ceased to entertain you.

Anne joined the three of you, looking awfully pale and excused herself from the wake. Her eyes were glassy with pain and you and Sebastian quickly escorted her back to the house. Now that you saw her like this you understood Sebastian’s insane quest to cure her. It was awful seeing her trying to hide her pain and it must be even worse for Sebastian to see his twin like this. You couldn’t imagine what type of person would do this to an innocent girl. She collapsed into a soft chair and quickly sent her brother away to get a glass of water. Then she turned to you and sighed, “Sorry, you had to see me like this. Damned curse. I hate being this useless.” Not knowing how to respond to this you gave her an awkward smile and waited for her to continue. “I miss Hogwarts, you know? I miss messing around with these two dickheads. I’m glad they have you now. Someone has to keep them in check.”

“I didn’t mean to take your place. Sebastian is relentlessly searching for something to lift your curse, so there is still hope that you can come back,” you quickly replied, and couldn’t help but feel a little guilty.

“That’s what worries me. I know my brother. He doesn’t know when to stop. I’m afraid he will go down a dark path if he doesn’t accept that some things cannot be changed. Please promise me you won’t let that happen. Don’t let him loose himself. Promise me.”

“I promise I’ll do what I can. I just don’t want to take away his hope.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that you’re looking after both of them. I have never seen Ominis so smitten. You’ll be good for him, I can tell.” You froze and stared at her in terror. Were you this transparent? Did everyone know?

“Oh, come on. Did you think Seb wouldn’t tell me about this?” she laughed, the same mischievous glint that you knew so well shining in her eyes. When Sebastian came back the two of you were laughing and exchanging stories about your adventures and some color had returned to Anne’s face. Solomon was on his way to pick up Anne and bring her home and while you waited with them for the arrival of their uncle, more and more people made their way back to the house as a light rain had started to fall. After a quick chat with the headmaster Sebastian had decided to go to Feldcroft with his sister and uncle and spend the night at home, leaving you to attend the wake by yourself.

Feeling a bit lost you entered the hall where everyone had gathered for the wake and searched the room for Ominis who was nowhere to be seen. Before anyone could invite you to take a seat at the table you quickly slipped out of the room again and went looking for him.

You made your way back to the place you had last seen him and sure enough your instincts proved to be right, and you found him standing alone at the freshly dug grave. He didn’t move when he heard you approach, and you quietly took your place at his side.

“How is Anne?” Ominis asked softly.

“Better. Solomon took her and Seb home. They told me to apologize on their behalf and hope you understand.”

“Of course. I’m just glad Anne is alright. Thank you for staying,” he said, reaching for your hand and interlocking your fingers before he continued, “I’m glad I came. Despite everything, I’m glad I could be here for Noctua. I know she died a long time ago, but I needed to bring her home. Even if my father does not seem like it, I think he loved her very much. She was the only one who could challenge him, and he wouldn’t mind. I wish you’d met her. Just to see that not all Gaunts are…well you saw how they are.”

“She sounds like a great person. I’m sure she would be proud of you.”  For a moment you stood like this in silence, watching the rain fall onto the grave.

All of a sudden, the silence was broken by a clap of thunder so loud it made Ominis jump, and the sky came crashing down in a sudden downpour. Lightning cracked over your heads, painting the sky in a shade of purplish grey and the trees on the edge of the property bent over under the sheer force of the wind ripping through their branches. You tightened your grip on his hand and started to run for cover, pulling him with you. Sensing his hesitation, you slowed your pace but to your surprise he took the lead, running even faster. You weren’t running to escape the rain anymore – it was too late for that anyway – you were running just for the sake of running. The wind lashed rain painfully hard into your faces but for some reason you didn’t mind. By the time you reached the nearest building you were both soaked and out of breath, giggling like small children.

You tugged on Ominis’ arm, trying to get him to follow you inside the barn but he didn’t move. Instead, he lifted his face towards the sky and closed his eyes, looking at peace. It seemed like for a moment he had forgotten about everything that had happened the last few days and a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He stayed like this for a while and you just watched him, admiring the way his shirt clung to his body and the water dripped from his hair. When you moved closer you could see the raindrops in his long eyelashes, catching the dim light like small diamonds. Gods he was beautiful. What you would give to capture this moment in a painting to be able to hold on to it forever. If only you could make him see himself the way you did. Was this what it feels like to fall in love?

Finally, he opened his eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he breathed in a ragged voice.

“I can’t help it,” you retorted, but forced yourself to back away from him only to be pulled back in with one swift movement. Ominis’ lips crashed against yours hungrily and you buried your fingers in his wet hair, all too eager to give in. There was a ferocity and desperation in the way he pressed his mouth on yours, quite literally taking your breath away for a second. You could taste the rain on his lips and deepened the kiss, taking the lead as your hand moved to his throat. He leaned against your touch, before pulling away abruptly, as if he had come back to his senses.

“I’m sorry. This was entirely inappropriate. It has just been a hard day and I needed it.”

“Glad to be of help,” you replied breathlessly, your head still spinning from the kiss. You had never felt like this before. He didn’t want to kiss you, he needed it, and you felt the same way. Every fiber in your body was longing for him, for his touch, for his taste, his smell. You wanted to lose yourself inside of him, erase all borders until you didn’t know anymore where you ended, and he began.

Ominis turned his head sharply, his entire body alert, and brought you back to reality.

“Did you hear that? Who is there? Show yourself.”

The barn door was cracked open. Ominis marched towards it, his wand in front of his face, determined to find out if anyone was in there and you quickly followed. A small silhouette emerged from the shadows and flit past Ominis running towards the house. Metis. “Well, that’s not good. Let’s not freak out, alright? No one listens to little kids; we can talk our way out of this,” you said, and to your surprise Ominis only let out a frustrated sigh and nodded. Still, on the way back to the main house he was sure to keep an appropriate distance between the two of you.

No one said anything when you returned to the wake, in fact no one even seemed to have noticed that you were gone in the first place. Ominis joined his family at the head of the table while you took a seat between Professor Black and some ministry officials, feeling aggressively out of place. Fortunately, everybody else had eaten by now and some of the guests were leaving already. You couldn’t wait to get out of there and by the looks of it, Ominis felt the same. Metis was nowhere to be seen. After another hour that felt like an eternity Professor Black was finally ready to go and insisted on escorting Marvolo, Ominis and you back to Hogwarts. You took the floo network directly to the headmaster’s office, all too eager to leave the Gaunt estate, and its inhabitants, behind.

Black quickly dismissed you with the instruction to go straight back to your respective dorms and Ominis was quick to make his way down the winding staircase. You wanted to follow him, but someone grabbed your elbow, forcing you to stay. “Hey, half-blood. Welcome to the family,” Marvolo whispered in your ear, so quietly that only you could hear. When you turned around to look at him, he gave you a vicious smile, that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

#ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #ominis x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian x ominis #hogwarts legacy ominis #hogwarts legacy sebastian #ominis fluff #hogwarts imagine #hogwarts legacy imagine #ominis x mc #hogwarts legacy mc #hp fanfic #slytherin #hp fandom #garreth weasley #ominis my beloved #ominis gaunt headcanon #marvolo gaunt #hurt/comfort

[saintsir4n]

SECOND CHANCE I

where brian challenges carson to race, but more than just respect is at stake. (Originally supposed to be an alt ending but now it’s a 2 fast 2 furious subplot)

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH, VIOLENCE AND MORE

—

“No," Carson backed away from the blonde, who pulled away from his friend Roman.

“Sonny C’mon.”

She snapped, “Don’t call me that. You know what you’ve done. 2 years might’ve gone by but there isn’t a day that I don’t think about what happened. I mean — shit. Jesse’s dead. Half of my family… I don’t even know where they are right now. I had to leave KeKe so she didn’t get caught, Mia was fuckin’ broken by it. I raced outta there so they didn’t get questioned by your friends on the force.”

Her heart clenched when she saw his eyes softening. For months she has avoided him, but she wouldn’t be able to do it for long. Everyone in Miami Beach knew her, well, they knew her by her street name 'Barbie', she won every race she entered, and Suki almost always came second. She lived with the eccentric girl, who reminded her so much of Keelie. Tej was an older brother figure who warned her whenever Brian came about.

“You knew back then I quit," Brian tried, eyes darting from her face to her body.

So much about her had changed, no beaming smile, and there was no pink in sight apart from her car. Her hair was now in long flowing braids and she adorned all black. It suited her but he couldn't help but miss how old style.

“The damage was done. Now you and your old friend are helpin’ the cops out, right?” Her eyes drifted to the attractive dark-skinned man who had been checking her out. He was beautiful in her opinion, but Brian's looks still had her stumbling for words. His hair was shorter, and he seemed more confident, “This is why I told Suki I didn’t wanna see you," she stressed.

She wanted to be anywhere else but near him, cars were all around but most people were too distracted with the incoming race, which she no longer wanted to take part in.

“We run the same circles," Brian huffed, taking a step closer, but she took one back sending shards to his heart.

2 years and he still loved her.

“Oh cut the bullshit. This is a Job for you. But this -- this is my life, Brian.”

“I get it.”

“No, you don’t," Carson scoffed, folding her arms, and looking him up and down. “Besides why are you even talkin' to me? I saw you with that Latin chick.”

He rose a brow, and a grin threatened to break out on his face, “Did you?”

He glanced back at a chuckling Roman, who was hit by a newly arrived Suki.

“Don’t give me that look," Carson groaned, annoyed that he thought she was mad about it.

She was but he didn't need to know.

“What look?" Brian's teasing tone drove her crazy.

She glared, “Like I’m jealous or somethin'.”

“You sound it!" they heard Roman yell, gaining their attention.

Brian gestured for him to stop, “Not now Rome.”

Roman rasied his hands defensively after Carson flipped him off.

“Fuck the both of you," Carson snapped, rapidly shaking her head.

Roman shouted, “What did I do?!”

Suki rolled her eyes at the man before Tej motioned her away.

Brian sighed, “Sonny listen.”

“Stop callin' me that,” Emotions clung to her stern tone. She couldn't bear to see the guy who broke her heart, it was too much, “I don’t want to listen to anythin’ you’ve gotta say. Every time I believed you — everything you said to me was a fuckin’ lie. I bet you were laughin’ at me, probably thinkin' how dumb can she be?”

“I never laughed at you," Brian frowned as she hugged herself.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap her in a tight embrace, lay a kiss on her lips, and take her back to the houseboat he lived in, but she couldn't stomach the thought let alone, the sight of him.

“Even your name was a lie," she whispered to herself, averting glossy eyes, “Just stay away from me," she pleaded, “You know what I used to think? That when I was with you, everythin' was okay. That I felt safe. But now I realise everythin’ you touch turns to shit. So if you don’t mind, move away from my car, or I’ll run you over with it and won’t think twice.”

Brian bowed his head when she walked away and got in her car, ignoring Tej and Suki who thought she would be racing tonight.

Roman came over and patted his shoulders, “How are you gonna deal with Bilkins and Verone whilst tryna get back with her fine ass?”

Brian's head snapped up and shrugged him off, “Watch it."

“It’s not my fault you fucked up. I mean, you could’ve had it all man. Carson's fine, she can drive and everythin’, I’m surprised you could handle all of that,” Roman ceased his teasing when he saw the glare on the blonde's face. “Damn, haven't seen you this loved up since high school. What is she the one or somethin'?”

“I think she is,” Brian said without hesitation, “But you’re gonna help me fix all of this shit.”

“I’m already doin’ that homie.”

a/n:

i can just imagine this happening, brian loves sonny and he wouldn't flirt with monica. roman would love carson and she in time would love him but not now.

#wattpad #fanfic #black reader #brian and sonny #sonnybaker #brian o’conner x carson baker #brianoconnerfanfic #brian o’conner x black!reader #brian o’conner #Brian and Carson #y2k #2001 #black racer #the fast and the furious #pink #2 fast 2 furious #roman pearce

[vendettapandav]

John Loves You AU notes

So I'm awake now and I've been seeing this Swap AU concept everywhere, so naturally, I wanted to contribute by bringing my own little interpretation of things to the table ❤️

Big credit to @zzoupz and @salmonandsoup bc they formed the basis for a lot of these ideas and I just wanted to build on some of the concepts bc they are insanely cool and inspiring ✨

John Ward - Charismatic, well-spoken, manipulative, but quite spineless and cowardly otherwise, John is a priest who can’t help but look at the world with scorn. He is of the belief that humanity is irredeemable in its current state. That no amount of prayer and penance can save mankind now. The only way for there to be salvation is for the world to effectively be “reset” by God once more. Much like Noah and his Ark, John feels that it is his mission to gather all those that are still able to be saved and are destined for the new world. Once he has gathered them all in his temple, The Ark, he intends to initiate a ceremony to unleash a “flood of angels” into the world. He believes that God will not be able to ignore such a sign and will “wipe the slate clean,” after which he and his followers will emerge in a new Eden and rebuild the world as God intended. Also, he wields a dagger in the shape of a cross (because that idea is cool as hell and I’m obsessed with it.) His cult features iconography of hoofed animals, especially lambs, goats, and deer.

Lisa Pearson - John’s right-hand woman and chosen “vessel.” If he is Joseph, then she is the Mother Mary of the Cult of the Ark. Having known John since childhood, she had no reason not to trust him when he told her the world would soon end and that he needed her help, especially when he was inaugurated as a priest and claimed: “it was God’s will.” She trusts John wholeheartedly to protect her and save her soul. She is loyal to him and utterly adores him, and she will stubbornly deny that she is with him against her will. She genuinely loves John, and she’s very kind and sweet, and non-hostile, unlike John and the rest of the cult. One should tread lightly though, as she is very perceptive, and she is very much a tattle-tail. Any perceived threat she sees will immediately be reported, and John will respond with full force to defend her. Even if that means having to stab someone himself. She helps John run the abortion clinic and harvest “young, pure souls” to use as messengers to God.

Father Garcia - Garcia is considered the guardian of John’s flock. He’s referred to as the Shepherd by John’s followers, the Angel by John himself, and the Reaper by all outsiders that try to lead his lambs astray. A senior priest, John took advantage of him during the lowest point in his life after the death of his wife. He deceived a grieving Garcia into believing that he could find peace again or perhaps even see her when the world was reborn into a new Eden, and all he had to do was play the role of Shepherd for his flock of chosen ones. Garcia was all too happy to accept in his desperation to find purpose and faith again, gladly taking up arms and fiercely defending John and his cult. He’s a stern, stubborn old man who has bought completely into John’s rhetoric and cannot be swayed, for he has nothing left to lose. He’s former military and he speaks candidly of how he served in Vietnam in particular. He’s also a hunting enthusiast, so he knows his way around traps and guns and will use this knowledge to keep outsiders at bay.

Amy Martin - Displaced just before she turned 18, Amy ended up being taken in by Miriam. Her family and she frequently got into arguments and fights about the fact she worked at an abortion clinic. Her parents threatened to throw her out so Amy went a step ahead and left on her own after they tried placing nonsensical rules and restrictions on her. It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, as Amy’s family became the first victims of John and his cult after they refused to join his cause. He believed they would be easy to indoctrinate on account of their grief over their lost twins but they resisted. As such, he ended up having them killed and used their corpses as part of a summoning ritual for some “angels.” Amy never learned the truth past the fact that her family was murdered. She’s furious and bitter and demands to be included in Gary’s mission to take down the cult.

Michael Davies - Left in the care of Father Garcia by a family who mistook his albinism for demonic possession, when Garcia joined the cult he brought Michael with him. Michael was originally planned to be used as a vessel; “a mouthpiece for God.” (Aka, he was going to be possessed by a demon.) Somehow, he managed to escape and was offered sanctuary by Miriam until Gary could properly exorcise him. Unfortunately, Gary was unable to do so and Michael ended up escaping their care. Now, Gary’s mission is to find him, free his soul, and destroy John’s cult before they find him first and unknowingly complete the ritual that will open the world to a flood of demons.

Tiffany Robinson - Tiffany is Gary's childhood friend. She was often the only one who stood beside him when others picked on him for his status as a bastard child. As they got older, they stayed very close despite their significant differences. While Gary went on to become a preacher, Tiffany leaned more into news reporting and writing in general and adopted an agnostic mindset. They still spend a lot of time together and she volunteers herself up as his assistant who takes notes for him and helps him edit and practice his sermons while joking around with him.

Gary Miller - Gary is a preacher, albeit not an overly religious one. He takes a more loose and accepting interpretation of the Bible, focusing less on God and more on the stories, encouraging community support and acceptance. His heart is in the right place, but he tends to come off as very cynical and critical of the Church as an organization and holds a bitterness towards established religion due to the way it was shoved down his throat as a child. He’s got a small but devoted following, despite his opinions being unpopular with most. When he’s not at an altar, he’s usually volunteering in the local community. He uses a cane (with a sword in it bc like I said before, I’m OBSESSED with the concept) to get around. While he’s mostly healthy, old age has caught up with him a bit and his left knee is in a sore state on account of an incident with some other kids in his youth that left it damaged. He’s kind, charismatic, a bit snarky and sarcastic with his humor, but overall well-mannered and good-natured.

Miriam Bell - Miriam was a devoted nun for decades before she had Gary. He was an unplanned child for obvious reasons and seeing as termination wasn’t an option (and she would have just been further ostracized for it), she was excommunicated from her church as a nun. This didn’t stop her from loving Gary with all her heart, nor did it stop her from attending a different church with her boy despite the constant rumors and nasty comments about her situation. She was the one who taught him to judge less and be more kind and tolerant. Her only regret is not doing more to protect him from the constant badgering from others who knew he was born out of wedlock. She’s a loving, protective figure in her greater general community and is a bit of a mama bear to all the kids. If you walk into her house, you will notice a lot of handmade dolls, a lot of old jewelry, and a lot of swords to go with the homemade cooking. She teaches self-defense classes on the side, and she still spoils her adult son.

Alu, Roger, Jefferey, Malphas - All powerful demons conjured from Hell to usher in chaos and the end of days, John believes them to be nothing more than angels. He’s summoned them under the thought that they will get God’s attention and serve as witnesses and testimonies as to why the earth should be flooded and purged once more. Tricksters that they are, they are more than happy to go along with his delusions and make demands for “evidence” in the form of sacrifices and ceremonies. He doesn’t realize that they’re not angels, and they’re just fine with that fact.

#yall do your backs hurt from carrying your HUGE BRAINS and the entirety of this fandom <3 #john loves you au #faith airdorf #faith the unholy trinity #faith game #gary miller #john ward #lisa pearson #tiffany robinson #miriam bell #father garcia #amy martin #michael davies

[dragondemoness]

OMG OMG REQUESTS ARE FINALLY OPEN??

LETS GO AMERICA😻😻🥺🥺🇺🇸🇺🇸🌎🌎💸💸💪💪🔫🔫

aah anyways, I’ll be the first(or early) one to request!! also how have you been doing today? schools tiring me out as usual but whatever.

May i request Makoto Naegi, Chiaki Nanami, Mikan Tsumugi, Mondo Oowada and Hajime Hinata with a S/O who has a Obanai Iguro Personality from Demon Slayer??(aaahhhghh/ im such a obanai kinnie)

Thanks!! (Also if you take matchup requests, may I request one sometime? Also don’t mind me sending some more requests along the way 😻😻)

Yep, they sure are! They've been open for a little bit now, but hey, it's never too late :3

My day's been well, how about yours?

I really gotta watch Demon Slayer one of these days- But I do hope you enjoy this! I've never tried a matchup before, but I am open to it

And like always, request to your heart's content my friend 😌

Makoto, Chiaki, Mikan, Mondo and Hajime with an S/O who's like Obanai Iguro (Demon Slayer)

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death and self-hatred

Makoto Naegi 

He is incredibly intimidated by you

The way you share literally no concern for anyone who doesn't abide by the rules scares him

You were incredibly harsh and unforgiving with them, so he tried to steer clear of you

With him, however, you were much kinder

It feels like whiplash

You go from berating and pointing your finger at some poor fellow from the Reserve Course to giving gifts the second you enter his presence 

You're even willing to share your meals with him

He does love it though

He'll also buy you things he thinks and hopes you like, and he'll gladly share his food with you as well

You can also be overprotective of him

You'll even threaten people who get too close

Somehow, that's scarier than your initial merciless demeanor

He's glad you love him and all, but chill???

But he's super glad that talking to him  helps you forget the struggles from your past

Hearing of your self loathing made him super sad

He hates that you lived in such a toxic environment, and he truly believes you deserve better

Especially since you once felt that you needed to die and cleanse yourself of your "filthy" blood before confessing to him

He's there for you if you need to talk

Makoto greatly admires your determination as well

Even when you're exhausted or injured, you keep on going until the end

But he worries about you a lot and wants you to take care of yourself

Overall, even though you worry him a lot, Makoto is a very sweet and loving partner towards you

He loves you for all of you, and he'll be there for you no matter what

Chiaki Nanami 

She finds you very interesting

Your harshness never bothered her too much, but she does wish you would be gentler towards others

She doesn't think people from the Reserve Course deserve to be berated, and she'll probably step in on some occasion

She knows a guy in the Reserve Course cough cough Hajimemes so she doesn't appreciate the meanness 

She does enjoy your kindness towards her though

She loves the gifts you give her, and that you share your food with her as well

She's super glad talking to her is helpful for you

It makes her feel special, in a way

Hearing that you really didn't like yourself made her sad

But she understands how growing up in a bad environment can do it to you

She's always there to talk if you need it

And when you told her that you felt you needed to die and purify your blood, she was highly concerned

Aside from that, she admires your determination

But she makes sure you take care of yourself

So, Chiaki is super sweet, but can be stern with you

But she does love you and want the best for you

Mikan Tsumiki 

Oh she thought you were scary as hell

The way you were so harsh with the Reserve Course made her terrified of how you might act towards her

So she steered clear of you for a long while

Though she did watch you a little bit because you were also cool

But when you actually started growing closer, she was shocked at how much different you acted around her

Instead of berating her, you gave her sweet gifts and shared your meals with her

It's so jarring at first, but she loves that she gets special attention

Part of her would like for you to be nice to everyone, but she also loves how only she gets to see this side of you

But anyway

She hates that you don't like yourself

Although, as sad as it is, it takes one to know one

She didn't grow up in the most positive environment either, so she understands how it can take a toll

But she's more than willing to lend an ear if you need to talk

And the statement about dying and cleansing your blood deeply disturbed her

She really admires your determination as well

You're very strong-willed, and she loves that about you

But please don't overwork or hurt yourself too much, or she will freak the hell out

In the end, even though Mikan kept a good ten-foot distance from you at first, there is nobody in the world she loves more than you

Mondo Owada 

He hated your guts at first

The way you seemed to look down on anyone lesser than you just pissed him off so much

Admittedly, he couldn't care less about the Reserve Course either, but if you brought that on any of the Ultimates, he's not taking that crap

Especially if it was about him

Y'know how Byakuya talked down to him? Yeah, don't do that

He's definitely thought of punching you

But somehow, you ended up together

The way you acted still irritated him, but oh well

He does enjoy your acts of affection towards him though

Even though he can act a little tsundere-ish about receiving them, he does smile when you give him a gift

He really hates that you have such a low opinion of yourself

He just wants to go back and punch your family in the guts for being such b-holes

But he can at least comfort you and lend a listening ear

He was also deeply disturbed about your statement about dying and purifying your blood

He loves that you're so determined 

You remind him of himself, in a way

But you'd best take care of yourself

No passing out on his watch

But anyway, even though Mondo wanted to punch your lights out at first, he will stick by your side till the very end

Hajime Hinata

Being from the Reserve Course, he was one of your targets

He had been insulted or commented on by an Ultimate or two, but you were the worst of the worst

Classic enemies to lovers trope here

But by the universe's will, you ended up together

He still really doesn't like your harsh behavior towards his classmates, but hopefully he can help you work on it

Aside from that, he does enjoy your acts of affection

Even though he rejected them at first, he loves when you give him a gift

It makes him really sad that you suffer from self-loathing

He's pretty mad at your family as well

But he will provide comfort as best as he can

You telling him about dying and cleansing yourself of your blood really shocked and disturbed him

Especially thinking about how you guys started out

But even back then, he did admire your determination

And he loves it even more now

But he does keep an eye on you to make sure you don't hurt or overwork yourself

Overall, even though you started off rocky, Hajime has the softest of spots for you

But please leave the Reserve Course alone

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #makoto naegi x reader #chiaki nanami x reader #mikan tsumiki x reader #mondo owada x reader #hajime hinata x reader

[toweroftickles]

Hi I'm so embarrassed- I know I'm like one of two-ish people who would want this but like I was wondering if you heard of a game called Solatorobo: Red The Hunter- and are willing to share some t-word thoughts GOODBYE AAAHHH

Well, guess what? You are lucky, because you just so happened to have found the other half of the two-ish people who would want this!! Solatorobo t-word thoughts are the elixir that gives me life and I am so excited that somebody requested them BUCKLE UP BABY

Tickle Headcanons

Red Savarin

Ticklishness Rating: 10/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Balls and Arches of Feet, Sides, Tummy

Absurdly ticklish, everywhere, but especially on his gigantic feet. The tiniest little poke can cripple him.

He's proud and cocky, and flustered by how sensitive he is.

Giggles like an angry little boy, always fighting to hold in his laughter. Tons of intense snickers in the roof of his mouth and through his teeth...he makes a lot of staticky noises when he's squirming.

Red's a struggler. Will never hold still and has to be wrestled down to get tickled.

He's constantly surrounded by girls...Caninu and Felineko alike...who think he's cute and love to tease & flirt with him. Pretty much every gal he meets tries to tickle him to death eventually!

The Dahak's (his robo) giant mecha fingers can operate with a surprisingly fine touch...very effective for tickling...and he's done this in battle before.

Chocolat Gelato

Ticklishness Rating: 7/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Belly Button, Armpits, Feet

More huffy and stern than Red, she sometimes gets fed up with her big brother's antics and feels the urge to punish him.

She can make Red do basically anything she wants (“Don’t make me tickle you”), and relishes the hold she has over him. Her bossy-but-demure nature belies a mean streak and sharp claws that she isn't afraid to use.

Her tickles are rough and squeezy.

Surprisingly, even though she's ticklish too, Red doesn't get her back very often, because it's always a fight he ends up losing.

Tickling really annoys her….unless Quebec does it. Then it’s a serotonin boost!

Forced to be the mature one, Chocolat rarely has the opportunity to act like a kid her age. Getting bear hugs and tickles from Quebec fills her with butterflies and lets her feel safe, loved, and smol. :3

Her cackling laughter isn't very ladylike, and this bothers her.

Ehl Melizee

Ticklishness Rating: 9/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Neck, Small of Back, Ankles

Some people, when they’re tickled, flail around wildly. Some curl into a defensive fetal position. And some feel their entire bodies contract like a tightly-coiled spring and freeze solid. Ehl is the latter.

She'll fervently insist that she's not ticklish, but acting is not one of her talents.

Ehl does not laugh. She shrieks in petrified agony.

Opera Kranz

Ticklishness Rating: 9/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Between Toes, Ribs, Inner Thighs

A predator in the purest sense, who loves to play with her food both literally and metaphorically. Domineering.

This feline pirate is a ravenous tickler who shows no pity. If a prisoner is in her clutches, she'll tickle-torture them to the point of capitulation without a second thought. It's her absolute favorite method of punishment, persuasion, and info extraction, and she knows just how to drill your weak spots. >:)

Calua and Gren always get nervous and excuse themselves from the room whenever she does this. They know not to get on her bad side.

In true cat fashion, Opera is haughty and treats everyone as beneath her. Constantly infantilizes her opponents, mocking, teasing, calling them “cute” or “sweetheart”….just imagine how bad it gets when she’s got them pinned down and won’t stop running her nails all over them.

When that sense of superiority breaks, she goes full Hulk mode.

No tolerance for what she dishes out. None. Howls and screams and threatens gory vengeance when given a taste of her own medicine.

Calua Napage

Ticklishness Rating: 7/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Belly Button, Feet

Too laid-back to really hate or be angered by tickling, but too defensive to really enjoy it either.

Extremely wiggly and squirmy, like a fish.

He always gets revenge, so watch out! But it’s all in good fun.

A teensy bit fearful of provoking Opera’s tickle wrath.

Several people have pointed out to him that they can't help but tickle his tummy; it's too tempting a target! He's thought about equipping a less-revealing wardrobe, but truth be told, he wants to flaunt his abs.

Quebec

Ticklishness Rating: 5/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Ribs, Belly

Surprisingly jovial for an ex-soldier, with a husky, bellowing roar that lets his heart of gold shine. Loves to laugh.

His voice isn’t deep; it’s in subterranean catacombs.

Guards Chocolat like an adopted daughter. He’s highly protective of her and the two are very close and affectionate.

Those paws might be massive & scary, but they’re just big fluffy tickle mittens.

When she was little, Chocolat's favorite pastime was getting picked up and carried around on Quebec's back. Whenever she wanted him to go faster, she'd kick him in the side with her foot or reach down and tickle his ribs, both of which made him chuckle.

As a result of his battlefield injury, his right leg no longer works, but his left does, so he has the unique distinction of being ticklish on only one foot.

He's extremely fuzzy, which makes him fun to touch...ladies tend to get very cuddly and physically affectionate with him, which can be a little awkward when they brush against a tickle spot.

Flo

Ticklishness Rating: 7/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Balls of Feet, Tummy

The French maid outfit isn't just for show, or for business. She loves wearing it, and she also loves getting flirty with feather dusters. ;)

Her sunny, chirpy laughter can brighten anyone's day! Flo yips like a little puppy.

She'll tell you to stop, but won't really mean it.

If anyone wants some more Little Tail Bronx research for tickle HCs, speak up…this whole franchise has such a cool aesthetic & cute characters that need to be exploited. XP

#solatorobo #little tail bronx #red the hunter #red savarin #tail concerto #tickling #tickle blog #tickle #tickling community #tickling headcanons #sfw tickles #headcanon #sfw tickling community #tk headcanons #tk content #tickle content #sfw tk community #sfw tk blog #tickle fluff

[imaslutforcuddles]

Did something bad (sneak peek)

PART THREE

[ part one ] [ part two ] [ part three ]

Robb Stark x Fem!reader

song link | Did Something Bad By Taylor Swift

summary | You go to war against your father and Cersei, to Robb’s surprise you help in every way possible. His men threaten you because your a woman, you can’t go to battle, they lock you up before dawn of the war for your ‘safety’. Lets just say you put up a good fight, the war isn’t the Lannisters against the north anymore. It’s a war against you and your mother, she arrives to take you home. The war starts to go south (pun intended?) and the north is suffering, you end that suffering along with any doubt and hate Robb had for you.

warnings | Death, war, violence, sexism, swearing.

a/n | I apologize for the wait!!!! (I AM SO FUCKING SORRY-). Too long.

She had stepped into your quarters long before you had woken up and when you finally had, she was right there to wish you well.

“Oh gods!”

Your hand was next to your heart as it tried to slow itself down a little. “Forgive me my Lady you startled me.”

Caitlyn smiled at your politeness, Arya and Sansa were for more stubborn than she had hoped for. “There is no need to apologise y/n, i understand your surprise.” You both chuckle for a moment before you rise out of bed, “I’d imagine you are not here to just say goodmorning?”

“You are for more clever than i thought you were.”

You scoff a little.

“Perhaps Lady Caitlyn, i am not just some maiden. I have a brain and i have been taught far more than your average girl.”

Her eyes widen for a second at your remark, “You are going to be doubted; that is what us women have to endure, you should know this by now. You are stupid until proven otherwise,”

“And yet,” She moves toward you, “The only thing you have proven to me is that your naive and impulsive.”

You Step forward toward her, showing no sign of backing down.

“That’s the thing Lady Caitlyn,” You step again.

“I’m not naive and i’m not impulsive. I’m just simply not afraid to speak my mind when necessary, and i will not have you disrespect me. Especially when you question my place as a woman.”

A guard from outside your quarters barges in, “My Lady, it is urgent!”

“I don’t care who you are or what is urgent, you do not barge in my room.” You state to the boy.

He snorts, “You are just a weak woman.”

You smile and tilt your head, “I am not just a weak woman, i am a woman of power.”

Lady Caitlyn bows her head to you, “She was right, you are not to enter any quarter without permission. Or you will be banished, do you hear me boy!”

The knight gulps and nods slowly.

“Now take me to the urgency boy!” Lady Caitlyn scoffs at the ‘so called’ knights idiocy.

His eyes widen and he nods his head, “R-right this way my Lady.”

-

The knight led Lady Caitlyn and you to his General’s tent and nodded to you before running of.

When you had walked in, the stench of death hit you.

Looking around for the source you found a small child lay on the bed where the General should lay to rest.

You frowned and sighed in guilt, how did he die? Who was he?

Turning around you gasped as a familiar face became present.

The General grunted as he made his way into his tent finding you over his sons body, “We found him just across the border your royal highness.”

Lady Caitlyn sighed and nodded understanding what this meant.

“They must have sent someone before their army.”

Your eyes widened at Lady Caitlyn’s assumption, “You mean the Lioness is already on her way?”

Lady Caitlyn’s face became stern and sour, more harsh than before, she would argue that it hurt to frown that much.

“I believe so.”

-

I am so sorry i almost forgot about who wanted to be tagged! @queerqueenlynn​

#game of thrones #got #Robb Stark #robb stark x reader #robb stark x y/n #robb stark x you #cersei lannister #caitlyn stark #king of the north

[theiauwu]

Hi! Fellow Taurus here!💛 May I request some headcanons please? If not that's totes cool!

I'll be blunt, my sister is a bully and has been extra terrible lately, so can the headcanons be about how Kirishima, Shigiraki and Aizawa react to their s/o having an evil sister? Also, I'de prefer if Aizawa was written as the s/o's teacher instead of their boyfriend, I think it would be interesting to see what he would do in that position😄

Thank You💛

A/N: Of course you can!! Thank you so much for the request and I'm so sorry about your sister :( Hope this helps and hope you enjoy it

Pairing: Kirishima Eijiro x reader, Shigaraki Tomura x reader, Aizawa Shota x reader *platonic*

Word Count: 908

Genre: headcannon

Content Warning: bullying, gn! reader

BNHA Characters reacting to Evil Sister

Kirishima Eijiro

When Kirishima found out from his S/O about their evil sister, he definitely thought it was super unmanly for her to bully their own sibling, even more so when it’s his lover

Has considered to go to S/O’s house to confront the sister but they convinced him not to and brushed it off as no big deal

He was stubborn but relented seeing as it wasn’t his place to interfere with family affairs especially seeing how much they didn’t want him to pry into the matter

The issue was left in the back of his mind for a while, not forgotten as he was still concerned about his pebble’s wellbeing, until he went joined in on a family dinner a few weeks later

Seeing the sister’s behaviour towards his lover had him fuming internally, his emotions took over his quirk for a little which left the chopsticks in his hand breaking in half from the pressure

The sister hearing the snap of the chopsticks turned her attention towards him and the glare of his gaze intimidated her which made her drop the mean attitude for a while until it resurfaced later on after dinner

Kirishima was chatting with your parents when from the corner of his eye, he spots the sister whispering harshly into his S/O’s ear while tugging on their hair

Seeing the tears threatening to escape their eyes had him in rage, he was not about to let that slide

Quickly abandoning his conversation with the parents, he stomps up to the sisters and gently but firmly pulls his lover into his arms where they curled into

Glowering at the sister, he gave her a stern talking to about never to bully his S/O ever again and if she ever did, he would definitely not sit by and let it happen with him around

A polite threat but a threat nonetheless

He may be a hero at heart but he believes that what kind of a hero would he be if he couldn’t even protect the one he loves

Shigaraki Tomura

Unlike Kirishima who took a more cautious and respectful approach, from the moment he found out about the bullying, he’s thinking of sending death threats, plotting the sister’s murder…etc

If his S/O tried to calm him down and pass it off as no big deal, trust me when I say it would not work, he will without a doubt see through the bullshit and call them out on it

Remembering his childhood experience from his father, his rage only amplifies at the thought of someone he loves being treated in a similar hostile manner

He may not be affectionate or shows his love a lot but he undoubtedly cares for his lover and what better way to show it than to return the hurt the sister gave you tenfold

The sister better pray for her life because from the moment this villain finds out about the bullying, her life will literally be in danger

His initial plans for the sister without a doubt will include murder, not by anyone else’s hand but his, he imagines how much joy he will receive watching as the life of the evil sister fade away in their eyes

Safe to say it took a long long long while for his killer intent to die down, even with his S/O’s console

He still wants kill the sister but settled for sending her death threats, in excruciating detail on how he will carry out her murder if she ever hurts S/O ever again and if she approaches hero’s for help, he will make sure she dies that very night

Even then, why would the hero’s help her

She’s a villain after all, just like him

Needless to say, if the S/O’s sister values her life, the bullying would cease immediately after the death threats were received

Aizawa Shota

This is definitely a tricky one, considering that he is a teacher and has no power outside of school grounds regarding his students, especially about their personal lives

However, seeing his student’s mental health plummeting as days go by, he believes that as a teacher he feels that he has a right to check up on you

He knows about the bullying situation, he overheard some of the conversations from Y/N to their friends but feigned ignorance when asking about your wellbeing

However if you try to dodge the question or deny everything, he will call you out, he understands that as a teacher he has no business prying into your family life

But as a teacher who cares about you, he wants to help you

After some careful consideration, he decided on informing your parents about your sister’s behaviour and how it has affected your health

Though believing that this may not be enough, Aizawa sensei will review your training and upgrade it in hopes that you may be able to apply your lesson to fend off your sister

Of course violence isn’t always the answer which is why he will also try to give you some advice and offer his help whenever you need it

He is approaching the situation as carefully as possible without crossing any boundaries but if push comes to shove and your sister doesn’t back off

He will without a doubt use his position as a teacher to visit your house to talk to your parents in person and give your sister a stern unwavering gaze

#mha #bnha fluff #bnha x reader #bhna #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #kirishima x y/n #kirishima eijiro #kirishima x you #kirishima eijiro headcanons #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima ejirou #kirishima x reader #tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki x you #tomura shiragaki #tomura shigiraki x reader #shigaraki headcanons #tomura shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki x reader #shouta aizawa #aizawa headcanons #aizawa shouta

[lilacponds]

So, this is going to be a post about Tell Me Why. 

Spoilers for all of the game, but especially the end of it (Chapter 3, to be clear, not just Chapter 1).

At the end of the game, I chose to believe that Mary-Ann, Tyler and Alyson's mom, was not threatening Tyler. I was surprised to find out that I'm in the whopping 0% of people that chose that. So, I'd like to explain my thoughts on it:

I have not chosen it because I believed Tom. He's awful, and there is no reason to believe any word of what he says, ever. But I've gone through the entire game waiting for Mary-Ann's actions to make sense and that's when they did. I don't believe she ever meant Tyler any harm and, to me, it makes sense that she was never threatening him. I think that to believe otherwise is a disservice to her, to the twins, and to the journey they've gone through.

Let's take it back.

We start the game believing that Mary-Ann threatened Tyler and he killed her in self-defense. We're led to believe, because this is what the twins believe, that she did so in an act of transphobic anger. But the whole game is about learning that things are not what they seem.

We learn in the very first episode that Mary-Ann had a book on accepting a trans child and that she had an argument with Tessa. Furthermore, Tessa had suggested a conversion camp for Tyler, which Mary-Ann did not accept. We learn that the conversion camp pamphlet Mary-Ann had, she only had because Tessa had given her, not because she was considering it. We also learn that Mary-Ann is going through something, although nothing is very clear.

In the second episode, we find out that the family was going through tough times, and that Tessa had called CPS on Mary-Ann. We learn too that Eddy had told Mary-Ann about the call and that she was less than happy about it. We also learn that Mary-Ann had an argument with the twins' biological father and threatened to kill him. And then we learn that the twins' Voice can blend things together (Tyler projecting on Alyson what he said to Eddy, without meaning to).

We learn in the third episode that Mary-Ann lived a tough life at home. She had gone through abuse from the hands of her parents and never got to experience any kind of small freedom. We learn that she lost people precious to her. She also had a child, who died as a baby.

Now, I got through all of the chapters analyzing all of this thoroughly as I played, and, for the love of me, I could not understand Mary-Ann's actions. She was depicted as a stern - abusive or near so - mother in the twins' recollections. But she was loved by many, and we see over and over again in memories and snippets of their lives that she cared deeply about them. They have many, many happy memories. If the goblin stories are to be believed somewhat, they did have some freedoms - more than Mary-Ann ever had growing up. Yes, none of that negates the possibility of her being abusive, but my perception of her after all of it was of an overprotective and a bit overbearing mother, full of worries and anxieties. Taking into account the premature death of her first child, she had good reason to be so.

Mary-Ann had lost one child already - after losing her parents for that child’s sake. She gave up one family to start another one, alone, and then she lost that one too. Then, she had the twins. She had to deal with their father pushing her to have an abortion, only for her to find out years later: She was going to lose her children. Again.

When you go into the attic and you open the box, there is a letter addressed to Alyson and Ollie and Tyler says, "She noticed. I was her son."

I believe she loved her children. I believe she had gone through the trauma of losing one already, and that she would do anything to cherish and keep the two she still had safe. I believe we have proof over and over again of that through the many memories we see. I believe she made that attic for the twins to find one day, so they could understand her - why else leave a letter addressed to them otherwise? - and I believe that she supported Tyler.

I believe she was troubled, but that she could never harm her children. I believe she wanted the best for them. She couldn't bear to lose them, but never at the expense of their own safety and/or lives.

I believe it is dismissive of all she'd done for them to believe she could threaten Tyler. It is dismissive of the growth she had to force herself to go through, of the things she'd prepared for them, of the lengths she'd go to for them.

She wanted them to have a good life. And she wanted them to find that attic.

And I think believing otherwise is dismissive not only of her character, but of the journey Tyler and Alyson went through for answers.

#Tell Me Why #Tell Me Why game #Tell Me Why game spoilers #YES I WROTE AN ESSAY ABOUT THIS THAT MY BEST FRIEND EDITED FOR ME!!!! IM SALTY ABOUT 0% OKAY #i knew i'd be in the minority but i didnt expect THAT much of a minority #Charlie chatters

[da-bestest-writer]

Baki next gen part 3

After getting back from the Tokyo dome, Kozue was quick to scold Yujiro, Calling him all manner of names, Only stopping short of slapping him, Even in his advancing age, Kozue knew that putting one's hands on yujiro hanma was a death sentance.

"What do you have to say for yourself! Yujiro."

"I already spelled it out to bake" Yujiro spoke with his usual blase arrogance. "I'm not going to do it again."

Kozue sighs, and sits down, Before going to address her daughter. "Tomoe.... "

The girl froze up, She had a certain degree of fear for her mother, Kozue was nothing but kind of course, But she was also stern, The kind of woman even her large, And clearly very strong dad seemed to fear the wrath of, One who hid stone with silk.

"I'm proud of you." This caused some visible surprise in not just her and her dad, But her grandfather as well.

"I still don't like the idea of you fighting, But i saw you on the screen, Dodging a kick boxing professional's punches and kicks, And then returning them even better than he threw them."

Tomoe was surprised ."Better?" She asked, As her mom nodded.

"I've watched your father from the sidelines ever since i was sixteen years old. i may not be a fighter myself, But i know technique when i see it." Kozue explained as baki chuckled.

"Awh babe! You're makin' me blush!" he said sheepishly, Joking around even despite his wife's serious tone.

"You said this is something you really want to do right?"

Tomoe nods. "Yeah, Of course. When i say something i mean it."

Baki smiled lazily as he leaned back. "What's got you changing your tune all of a sudden, Kozue?" He asked looking her way.

"I never said i changed my mind, I really don't want Tomoe fighting, Especially not the way you did when you were younger."

Tomoe was perplexed, They kept on going on and on about 'back then' and 'when you were younger' and 'in my day' None of it meant anything to her, And her father quickly caught onto it.

"Hey koz? I think that with all this talk about way back when, We oughta come clean yeah? Our girl looks like she's about ready to pop a gasget finding out what's going on."

Kopzue sighed, It... wasn't like they could hide this any further,

but before she could even open her mouth, Yujiro highjacked the conversation.

"The hanma family is a liniage of proud and powerful fighters, Dating back to the earliest days of japan. Antire nations have quicered before our family name!"

Baki would interrupt his father. "And now... we're middle class suburbanites. Dad there's no reason to get so deep into thing right away." Yujiro snarled at his boy.

"What was that ya damn brat? this is family history! Your kid deserves to know where she comes from!"

"You're just gonna confuse her more if you start from the beginning old man, Leave this to me, okay?" He turned to Tomoe, and got on her level, Bowing to a knee

"See, Tomoe, Your old man wasn't just 'some amateur who didn't make it big.' He was the one that made the ones that did go big feel small. I fought men stronger than anyone you've ever seen."

Tomoe looked...Doubtful, Her dad was a mild mannered salaryman, Sure he was pretty strong and athletic, but a fighter? There was no way.!

"I can see the doubt in your eyes... But it's true, I've beaten loads of people, Street gangs, Men with a strong enough grip to crush bone, Private military contractors, Escaped death row prisoners, And even a caveman! But the most dangerous man i ever fought." Baki pointed to Yujiro. "Was that guy right there, The ogre." Yujiro smirked , Happy to be known as his son's greatest opponent.

"But every one of those fights was dangerous, Life threatening." Kozuie continued from Baki's point. "Your father could have easily died if something went wrong... I hated seeing it all, But i loved your dad more than i hated it. I didn't want you risking your life for little more than pride and a bit of fight money... But " Her look of sadness and worry turned to one of knowing contentment. "I should have known better than that. You're a Hanma by blood, Afterall, you all are drawn to fighting like gravity draws people to the earth..."

Baki sighed. "It's not like that Koz, She just wants something she can be good at, Something she can call her own. She doesn't have the 'pure love' for fighting like dad and i have. For the time being at least i'm sure it'll just be a hobby."

Tomoe wasn't even paying attention to them, But seeing her dad so sincerely say things that were so completely ridiculous made her feel like there was a degree of validity to his words. The next thing that caught her attention as the world she saw and heard blur around her were these following words.

"Training strarts tomorrow."

#Baki the grappler #fanfic #Baki hanma #Yujiro Hanma #kozue matsumoto #Oc:Tomoe Hanma

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Imm so curious would u like 2 infodump about your silly au I see content of it on twt and I'm like "huh! What the fuck is that!" But in a good way

HEHHEHEHE ID LOVE TOO

TW: Mentions of Death, violence, etc.

BACKGROUND INFO

The au is actually made by two of my friends who were doing a roleplay with their characters (kingston and pizzana)

kingston is a massive stalker and he loves pizzana to literal death!! (and yes pizzana is pizzano genderbent but my friend decides to use her because she loves pizzana)

They do their own separate roleplay/plot while me and my other friend do our own separate ones too! But that doesn’t mean they’re not in the same universe.

It’s sorta a combination of Pizzatower, sugaryspire and whatever au evil peppino is from, all the characters are in one (even the genderbent universes and anton blast) But it’s like that because for fun and more characters to have and fuck around with.

I also like to think that the au takes place like a few years later as well!

PEPPINOS

Okay!! time to info dump on my peppinos!!

Let’s start with Chopper, formally known as the original Peppino.

Chopper wears a bigger tank top and it has stains of dry blood on it. He carries around a butcher knife (hence the name Chopper) and he has two stitches on his hat. He hates everybody and I mean it. Also Chopper takes care of stray cats on the streets because he loves cats<3 He’s mute and will only speak if you’re worth talking to or if he needs to express himself badly.

His backstory is pretty much Pizzano burns down his pizzeria for funnies!! Noise tried to talk Pizzano out of it but you know how that bitch is.

The fire then caused the pizzeria to burn and eventually it hurts Gustavo really bad on the side (a bleeding wound.) Peppino is scarred on his eyes and his mouth is cut from falling objects. Gustavo takes his last breath in Peppino’s arms and Peppino starts uncontrollably crying.

That is until he realizes what he’s lost. Peppino suddenly has the urge to RUIN whoever did this or KILL if he has to.

He places Gustavo on the ground (they’re outside the burning pizzeria) and he walks INSIDE the PIZZERIA straight into the kitchen. He grabs the nearest weapon there and it happens to be a butcher knife!

Peppino also grabs his hat on the ground (which has two cuts on it) and wooo!! there we go!

EVILER PEPPINO is literally Evil Peppino but he’s more serious and stern. He has MAJOR trust issues (you’ll see why in a little) and he is brutal to literally anybody. He has a robotic eyeball (because rich and cool) and he has a sort of biker outfit on Id say but it’s just supposed to make him look badass. His pizzacutter has spikes on it now! Woo!!

Also Kingston is a RIVAL GANG to Evil Peppino, they hate each other.

Backstory is that Evil Gustavo ratted Evil Peppino out to a rival gang (he told them where evil peppino lived for money and shit) and then the rival gang jumped his house!!

Obviously Evil Peppino beat the absolute shit out of them (killed them all) but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t hurt either. He was damaged pretty good with some cuts and stuff. (explaining his X scar on his cheek)

He knew it was Evil Gustavo because he threatened one of the rival members to tell him who told them his address (and he actually didn’t let him go he killed him!!!)

Evil Peppino arrives to Evil Gustavo’s place and asks why the FUCK he would do that.

Evil Gustavo then states how he’s tired of Evil Peppino being a massive bitch and friend to literally everybody and how he tried to reason with him MANY times.

Evil Peppino doesn’t take this bullshit and then OH MY GOOODD they start fighting to death because they’re angry at one another. (Evil Peppino threw hands first)

Evil Gustavo stabs Evil Peppino’s eye with some object, causing Evil Peppino to lose an eyeball.

Evil Peppino wins!!… But all for what?

Evil Gustavo is dead. Gone. And all because Evil Peppino wasn’t a good friend. It’s a conflicted situation but Evil Peppino stills actually feels bad that he killed Gustavo.

With all of that, Evil Peppino gets a new badass look and everything he’s currently wearing. He lives in big ass trust issues and is scared to make close friends again because of what happened with Evil Gustavo. His bitch anger issues haven’t left him either.

His only close friend is Evil Anton!…. only close friend…

PIZZANO known as Dealzano in this au, wears a long blue massive trench coat with a fedora sorta hat and he carries a pipe everywhere with him for coping. Also he has a robotic arm!! He’s still cocky, loud and obnoxious like the original Pizzano but that’s only because he’s holding up a facade. Dealzano is a massive addict to fucking money like he’ll do anything for a fat stack of cash (EW stop if you’re thinking about that you’re gross!!!!) Dealzano is sorta a right hand man to Eviler Peppino since they work together in the business. Dealzano deals out weapons that he stole, bribed or have, etc. He’s a sneaky guy who loves to mess around. He has lots of cash from doing business but that doesn’t mean he’s the happiest either..

Dealzano’s backstory takes place a couple weeks later after Chopper’s pizzeria incident.

Dealzano was still Pizzano at this time so he was upholding a special event or concert for PTV. And you know Chopper wanted revenge badly.

Chopper got help from Eviler Peppino as Eviler Peppino supplied Chopper with bombs and such to destroy and ruin a concert, Chopper also knows where Pizzano’s lair is. So he’ll ruin that too. (Also Eviler Peppino didn’t know what Chopper was gonna use the bombs for^^)

Right when Pizzano’s on stage a massive explosion happens.. underneath him. BOOM!! There goes his arm.

Everybody’s screaming, shouting, yelling, crying and anything you can think of.

Pizzano’s practically having war flashbacks and he’s clenching his arm painfully, he’s scared. Chopper doesn’t stop there. He keeps wanting more to explode and ruin Pizzano, just like he did to him. Pizzano sits there, holding his arm which is now only his shoulder, it’s bleeding heavily. And he hears somebody from behind him.

It’s Pizzelle. She gasps and pulls Pizzano away from the explosions and fires now happening. She tells him that they need to get out of here.

Pizzano has no words but he just complies anyway. Pizzelle then brings him to her candy shop and patches him up.

Stinky happened to be there too and he also stated that he could make Pizzano have a new arm.

By this time you think he’s good right? New arm and everything?

No. The world turned on Pizzano.

It was on the news, people saying how this was planned and saying how Pizzano is a villain and etc after he got his new arm.

And then.. everybody leaves Pizzano because they believed that HE WOULD do such a thing. It was an immature and stupid move of them, but the one who stayed was Pizzelle.

Pizzano can’t go out in public like this anymore. But he loves PTV. So he starts his job of being a dealer to get money and rebuild PTV. And he knew just the guy.. (EVILER PEPPINO)

He still has hope to rebuild PTV and become famous because he wants that same love and attention again.

Everything was going great!!… Until Pizzelle got her debt into Eviler Peppino.

Pizzano had to choose between his literal boss and Pizzelle. He could’ve helped Pizzelle pay for her debt, he was loaded with cash!!.. But PTV.. PTV right?..

Eviler Peppino was furious when Pizzelle didn’t meet her deadline, in result he sliced her chest and spared her, but added another 2,000 to her debt just to make it worst. She accidentally burnt the money because she’s clumsy.

Pizzano had to watch. Pizzelle wanted him to do something but he didn’t. And that only stirred up more tension between their friendship.

OUR ROLEPLAY PLOT:

While my other two friends do their plot stuff with Kingston and Pizzana, me and my friend Nubbykins do ours!!

This is my friend’s oc!! Her name is Reddaria and she works for Eviler Peppino as well.

She and Dealzano go on missions to get debtors or clients that haven’t paid their debts or just for meetings. (Dealzano goes because he’s bored or Eviler Peppino tells him to because he knows everybody.)

something funny that she made^^^

GEHEHHEHE AND THATS PRACTICALLY IT!!!

thanks for letting me rant :33 i’m obviously gonna be posting more!! if you read this all ily<3

also since my asks are open, feel free to include the my evil au peppinos too!!

👁

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AYO 💕 I'm bored, so here be me, offering 1: a funny rant for entertainment, and 2: an opinion for reflection (primarily mine).

Rant: did you know that jegulus shippers hc that Snape bullied Regulus with the other "bad" slytherins? And even acted predatory?? Legit read a scene where Mulciber manhandled Regulus and Snape watched cool and composed as you please and chided him for "playing with his food", then he himself slammed Regulus against a wall, got up in his face and threatened him. 😭🤡 Meanwhile Sneep and Regulus were probs CEO and COO respectively of the Sirius Black Haters Club. Even indifference from Regulus' part would be more likely than someone like him with an important and infamous family getting bullied by his own housemates, let alone by Snape who was at the bottom of the social ladder. Cringe. 😬

Opinion, a little more weighted. Though the blatant racism in Rowling's writing and characterizations of certain characters is undeniable, I've personally come across a few sjws who imo see it even where it's not. But there are instances where I'm not sure. Like with Shacklebolt, I always thought that the name was about him putting criminals in shackles, being good at his job, not an allusion to slavery. But I'm white and don't know whether black people actually consider it a good point, and just bc something is said or seen w/o bad intention doesn't mean there aren't implicit racist connotations going unnoticed. It's been going around in my head for a while. I summon your illustrious spouse @halfblood-princes-crown who iirc is poc (also realised I'm not following him which, great oversight), and anyone else who'd like to contribute their thoughts.

Hey sweetie! Sorry for the late-ish answer 😭 I completely forgot this was in my drafts

did you know that jegulus shippers hc that Snape bullied Regulus with the other "bad" slytherins? And even acted predatory??

YES OMG, I can’t even explain how stupid it is. Like these mfs really think some poor greasy bullied half-blood Slytherin could even bully a Black (who’s the opposite of everything I mentioned, aside from Slytherin) 💀 plus they both hated Sirius and would legit kill for the people they love so I have a petty headcanon that they’re besties and Sirius HATED it. You just know Reggie would be there when James and Sirius try to target Snape, and when James gets roasted and Sirius tries to join in Reggie would be like “and why are you talking? Don’t you *spills an embarrassing sibling-secret Sirius still does from when they were kids*?” and they’d stand there like 👬) 🤭 Tbh Marauder stans would go to such drastic lengths just so they make it seem like the Marauders bullying Snape was as mild as possible lmao.

But there are instances where I'm not sure. Like with Shacklebolt, I always thought that the name was about him putting criminals in shackles, being good at his job,

I totally understand that! It could be argued that that’s what it meant, because it really is a reasonable perspective……. that is, if Kingsley wasn’t part of the 4% POC characters in the series. Why would she give one of her only black characters a last name that’s meaning was an item used to chain slaves? It was apparently absolutely impossible for her to name any other white auror (basically every other auror) that was good at their job that name?

Along with all that, she’s named the only other Asian character (aside from the Patil twins) Cho Chang, both of which are last names. And it’s clear Rowling’s one of those authors who really put thought into their characters’ names, for example: Severus Snape (his first name directly translates to “stern” or “harsh”), Voldemort (mort means “death,” and when translating each section of the name in French, “vol de mort” it means “flight from death”), Remus Lupin (…wolf wolf 💀), Dolores Umbridge (Latin origins: “lady of sorrows or pain” (psychological or physical), Greek meaning: “deceitful,” Spanish meaning: “pain”), Fenrir Greyback (in Norse mythology: Fenrir is a gigantic and terrible monster, Greyback sounds similar to silverback, which is known as the dominant male in a band of gorillas), Fleur Delacour (“flower of the court”), and so on. I could literally talk about their name meanings for hours. My fave name meanings are Severus’s, Voldy’s (biggest flex is that I already knew this bc it’s French 🤭), Remus’s (😭 I already knew “Lupin”’s meaning because of the wolf (lupus) in mythology), Umbitch’s, and Fleur’s. Tbf Fleur’s full name is so stereotypically French but French names are almost as stunning as she is so I give it a pass.

Anyway, Rowling definitely isn’t one of those authors who give their characters a name they think “just fits them” and goes on with it, almost all of the characters’ names say something about their personalities to an extent. And she’s already a racist and proved it through making an Asian character’s full name consist of one Korean last name (Cho) and one Chinese last name (Chang). So the fact that she named one of her only black characters THAT name definitely must not have anyyy underlying intentions.

I may be a POC but I’m not black, so I’m sure my opinion won’t hold as much water as a black person’s. I’d be interested to hear what y’all think! @halfblood-princes-crown we’re summoning you babe, I wanna hear what you think.

And thanks for the ask btw, you can yell into my inbox whenever you feel like it ❤️

#kingsley shacklebolt #anti jk rowling #the sheer hatred i feel for that woman is INSANE #anti jkr #anti j. k. rowling #harry potter #hp #ask #asks