#imagine all of them as children in the same place pure chaos

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Sweet child of Oblivion...

( Unedited one shot part of a Akasheo compilation stories )

"Father, why can't you see that he is corrupting your dignity and personhood!"

Talos begged Akatosh to see reason for the hundredth of times, but as usual, the mighty chieftain merely brushed away his son's concern with a wave of his hand and then went back to chase after his deranged beloved through Oblivion and Aetherius, like a mortal drunk on the sweet nectar of love and passion.

It was unbecoming of the dragon god to act so carelessly, and for what? A madman from Shivering Isle? The god of men and warfare couldn't stand it anymore, the thought that his bormah willingly debased himself for a Daedric Prince made him feel sick. It was wrong and frankly? Disgusting. Daedric Princes were nothing but blight and menaces, perhaps that dunmer usurper from Morrowind was right...

Talos sneered at the sight of a tiny soul nestled in Mara's arm, a new being brought forth into existence from the pure energy of his bormah; shining bright and golden, but the god of men also could sense a dark, foreboding energy emanating from the new soul.

Tendrils of madness and chaos sneaked out from the newborn, and the god of war knew that the babe would bring nothing but trouble and strife upon the world. As if they didn't already have enough problems on daily basis.

"Stop glaring at the poor child." Mara chided him which earned a huff from the younger god.

"Mara, why did you even blessed that thing with love?"

"Every creations deserve to have the capability to feel love and to be loved by others."

"Yes, I can see your reasoning but this one is different. It is an abomination."

Mara frowned and Talos could feel the goddess of love's displeasure rippled through Aetherius.

He looked away from a moment, her emotion was overwhelming and choking.

"Excluding her from love, affection, mercy, and compassion will only lead to misery and destruction both for her and anyone around her... Perhaps us as well... If I can bless the most depraved creatures that crawled out of a pit in Coldharbour then I can do the same thing for the child of your father."

The corner of Talos's mouth twitched into a thin, sardonic smirk. "So, even you cannot deny the possibility that this creature pose a threat to all creations? Even the gods themselves?"

Mara sighed and shook her head.

"Everyone and everything are capable to do good and evil, even you. Must we cast such judgement upon this little ones? So early in her life? What about the rest of the children born from your father's grace? All dragons are capable of great evil but some could be redeemed with proper guidance and discipline."

Talos crossed his arms. "Dragons might be flawed and most of their misdeeds was born out of pure ambition. A natural desire to rise above the other species and rule over them. This one..." The god of war trailed off and turned towards the horizon. "It is hopeless, the Daedric taint would make it impossible for this creature to raise above its base nature. It must be destroyed before it grows up to become a threat to all of creation and gods."

Mara placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I understand your concerns, but such drastic measure will not solve anything. You know that, don't you? Akatosh will never forgive anyone who lay a hand on her and I cannot imagine the destruction and suffering Sheogorath will brought upon us if we inflict harm upon his child. it'll lead to a great war, far greater than the last Oblivion crisis."

"You're right, of course," Talos mumbled and then looked back at the baby girl. "But I am still concerned about the potential danger that lurks within this thing. Something has to be done."

"I'll keep an eye on her, hopefully she'll turned out better than you ought to believe."

Talos nodded and sighed deeply, rage and disgust slowly dissipated into nothing but a lingering sense of disappointment and frustration. The God of Warfare walked away from Mara and the newborn babe, he opened a portal to the realm of Oblivion to find the whereabouts of his father. If he couldn't destroy that thing Akatosh and Sheogorath created, then he didn't want to see it in the heaven.

Mara had blessed that creature with love, the ritual was done, there was no other reason for that abomination to linger around amongst the gods in Aetherius. Talos reluctantly stepped into the portal and found himself standing in the middle of vast dark grassland, surrounded by trees and mountains. The sky above him was awash with the colors of magenta, violet and dark blue— a few fluffy dark clouds float lazily across the azure canvas and countless of stars glittered brightly like tiny diamonds.

Oblivion was a beautiful realm— if only it was not infested with horrific creatures beyond mortal's comprehension. Talos closed his eyes, trying to pinpoint the exact location of his bormah until he finally saw the mental image of Akatosh's location. The God of Warfare hastily made his way towards a small clearing deep within a forest, not a single creature dared to got on his way as he passed through the dense foliage. The air was cool and crisp, filled with the sent of various unidentifiable flowers.

Talos frowned, he could feel the trace of his father's magic all over the place. It was like the entire area as saturated with The God of Time's presence. Ahead of him, he saw a large tree with crystalized fruits and flowers hanging from its branch. Underneath the tree, sat his father and the madman from Shivering Isle.

Talos clenched his jaw, grinded his teeth together. Akatosh and Sheogorath were sitting on a wooden bench, talking and laughing loudly, oblivious to the fact that they were being watched. Talos couldn't tear his gaze away from them... He stood still, frozen in place.

His dignified and graceful father clothed in nothing but a silk, red fabric which barely covered his muscular body. That long, golden blonde hair fell loosely down onto his bare shoulder and sculptured chest.

Sheogorath himself was bare. Talos gulped hard, his stomach churned, his heart pounded against his ribcage.

The God of Men had seen countless naked bodies in his eternal life and many acts of sexual pleasure ranging from the mundane to the bizarre. Talos had witnessed the most perverse and disgusting acts of debauchery imaginable, however, none of these experiences could compare to what he witness right now.

The fact that his bormah, Akatosh, The dragon god of time and the eternal protector of Cyrodiil Empire laying with Sheogorath was too much for his mind to comprehend. It felt... Wrong.

Talos raised an eyebrow, without the ridiculous outfit, now he could see that the madman had a rather frail-looking physique; slender, almost emaciated with a paper thin, pale skin and slightly protruding ribs. What was his father seeing in this weak and insane—

My little butterfly... Talos blinked slowly as his father's innermost thoughts bleeding into his mind as if Akatosh himself forced it upon him. As if the dragon god wanted Talos to know.

Perfect, my perfect pet... I want to keep you locked behind the door of our chamber, tied to our bed so no one will ever lay their eyes or hands on you ever again. Dont you want it? To be mine always? Let me take care of you my sweet little butterfly...

Hmmm... That sounds tempting, would you put a collar on me? Golden and decorated with your sigils? Mark my body with your insignia and take me on your throne? Let others watch...

As you wish...

Talos frowned, Akatosh seemed to revel in the unbalanced power dynamic while Sheogorath? He didn't even want to know the mind of THAT one Daedric Princes. Even Molag Bal would be easier to decipher than Sheogorath.

Akatosh glanced at him for a brief moment and Talos immediately became rigid. Of course, they knew that he was there... Watching...

The dragon god warped his left arm around Sheogorath's slender waist, pulling him closer, holding the madman in a possessive manner while his right hand reached out towards Sheogorath's inner thighs, gently caressing the smaller man's groin which forced the ruler or Shivering Isle to spread his legs apart, exposing everything right in front of Talos to see.

He should have walk away from them but Talos found himself unable to move nor tear away his gaze from Akatosh and Sheogorath.

A deep moan escaped Sheogorath's lips as Akatosh's fingers found their way inside of his feminine entrance, right beneath his manhood.

Talos swallowed hard, feeling his own throat tighten up as his father's fingers began to explore the madman's wet folds.

Sheogorath arched his back, his hips thrusting forward as his lover's digits entered deeper into the tight, twitching passage.

"Ahh..." Sheogorath moaned, his voice trembling with lust as he bit down on his plump lower lip.

Akatosh's skilled fingers explored every nook and cranny within the madman's womanhood, delving deeper and deeper into Sheogorath's depths until they finally made contact with the small bundle of sensitive nerves, rubbing it in a slow, circular motions.

Sheogorath groaned, his breath quickening as the dragon god's fingers continued to tease the madman's nether regions. As if reading his son's troubled mind, Akatosh's fingers suddenly stopped moving, causing Sheogorath to gasp in protest at the sudden loss of pleasurable sensation which he craved more than anything.

"Talos!" Akatosh shouted with a wry smile as he pulled out his fingers out of Sheogorath's body. "Do you like what you see? Enjoying the show?"

"I—but why?!"

Akatosh raised a fine eyebrow. "Because why not?" He said, while wiping off the thick fluid which coated fingers on Sheogorath's things without looking away from his mortified son.

Sheogorath chuckled and swatted Akatosh arm.

"You traumatized the poor thing."

"We both did, you didn't ask me to stop even though you know he is here," Akatosh turned his attention back to Talos. "I can hear your grievances about my relationship with Sheogorath even stars away from Oblivion, and I know that you'll try to dissuade me from pursuing this relationship even further."

Sheogorath placed a hand on his bony chest, eye wide as he pretended to gasp in shock and horror. "Is that so?! Oh! How terrible!"

Talos growled, rage replacing the initial shock. "This is a mistake, father! This affair might put you and others in danger! And your newborn—"

Akatosh held up a hand, silencing his son.

"I know that Mara is done with the blessing ritual and others also just gave their boons as well. What about you? What is your gift for your new little sister? Courage? An axe?"

Talos scowled at his father and liege. "I didn't kill it. That's my gift for your Daedric spawn."

A powerful tendril of golden energy extended from Akatosh's palm, wrapping around his son's neck and squeezing tight, cutting off any air supply. Talos' face contorted in pain as he struggled against the dragon god's hold, but it was no use. "Careful there, you might be my son but you are overstepping your boundary."

Talos clawed at his neck, prying the rope of magical energy with brute strength but it only served to make the grip tightened. He was powerful and mighty, but Father Akatosh was stronger, wiser and older. It would be difficult to find any deity who could match the dragon.

"Darling, you are choking him. The poor thing might die. Surely you wouldn't kill him? Right?" Sheogorath murmured, eyes glinted with mania at the sight of other God bested by his beloved.

It was rather arousing...

Akatosh lowered his hand and the magical tendril fell apart into nothingness.

"No, of course I wouldn't. But a little bit of discipline here and there wouldn't hurt."

Talos rubbed his sore neck, winced at the burnt mark his father's magic left on his corporals form. Physical and spiritual wound were one and the same. "I can't believe it... You choose him! You choose this lunatic over the safety and order of this world and your duty?!"

Akatosh's regal features twisted into a snarl, his voice dripping with venom.

"I have not betrayed my duty! My personal affair does not interfere with my responsibilities as a deity and a ruler. Things will be so much better for everyone if you and other Gods stop pestering me about my relationship with him and cease the meddling of my private life!"

Talos pointed his finger at Sheogorath. The God of Men was shaking with barely concealed rage and emotions. "Don't you realize that he corrupted you? I mean, you didn't even hesitate to touch him right in front of me! What was that even about huh? What?!"

Akatosh shrugged, pulled Sheogorath closer into his chest. "A little bit of theatrics to show my commitment. I thought that perhaps if I touch Sheogorath right in your face, you will finally cease with the vain effort to break our relationship. I love him and you have seen my devotion. Sheogorath always wanted to do... Something in front of an audience and so I said, why not? Let Talos to see our devotion to each other. Don't be so overdramatic, you are a God."

Talos shook his head in disbelief, Sheogorath truly have corrupted Akatosh. "You'll regret it, there will be consequences for your decision."

Akatosh stood there with a neutral expression, unfazed and unbreakable. "Consequences? It's just a part of life and the universe."

Talos laughed, the bitter sound echoing through Oblivion like thunder. "The pride of a dragon! Perhaps it'll be your downfall one day."

Akatosh straightened his back, golden eyes narrowed into a slit. "I'll face any adversary life throws at me with dignity."

Talos waved his hand dismissively, turning away from his father and the deranged paramour.

It was no use, Akatosh no longer listened to reason. He had chosen his lover over his duty.

It was too late.

The God of Time sighed. "Well, at least it was less painful than I thought. He didn't try to bludgeon you or me with a warhammer or tear this realm apart. The boy grow up fast."

Sheogorath tilted his head aside. "He will hate you for quite some time."

Akatosh scoffed. "Probably will take a thousand years to mend our relationship, I'm not in hurry, we have all the time in the world, now..." The dragon lifted his lover's chin, "let's fetch our daughter, shall we? You were right. It will be better to raise her in Shivering Isle until she is ready to be born in the mortal realm."

Sheogorath grinned, manic joy and madness flashing across his face. The mad god became pliant in his lover's embrace. He was happy to be dominated by this singular, superior being who loved him with the intensity of a thousand sun. "Yes, let's get our girl. Haskill has prepared the nursery and everything."

( @average-crazy-fangirl here the second ones xD since yousaid that you wanna know more )

#tes #sheogorath #talos #mara #aedra #daedric prince #daedric princes #martin septim x hok #akatosh x sheogorath #akasheo #lemon #smut #story #fanfic #the elder scrolls

[furiosophie]

maybe a little more oh the things we left behind epilogue fluff??? ;u; i know the entire epilogue was fluff but i am insatiable

yes very good thinking anon and sorry for the long wait my brain is just a heap of goo right now but here we go - some ottwlb fluff set between the Mandalorian war and the very last scene of the fic, a small compilation of how Din found the rest of their family:

oh the things we found

small TW for mentions of blood and trauma

Din doesn't in any way plan on becoming a magnet for Force-sensitive children, he really doesn't, but it happens regardless, something about his unique combination of Force-null beskar, Force-conduit darksaber, and Force-bond husband drawing them in like moths to a flame.

He finds Rey first, on a recon mission out to Jakku, casing a distress signal from a lost covert. She can't be any older than Ben, who is seven now and an absolute terror, but in comparison to him, she doesn't listen to Din one bit, her whole life just a series of defying the authority figures around her. She dangles from a rope above him, in the hollowed-out remains of an Imperial Star Destroyer, sticking out her tongue at him. "I'm not coming with you!" she declares while Din tries to position himself in a way that will allow him to catch her if she slips. "I'm waiting for my family. They're coming to get me!"

He doesn't have the heart to tell her no one in their right mind would ever willingly come back to a place like Jakku. He places all his rations, most of his credits, and, just for good measure, some bacta spray on the ground below her like he's making some offering to an ancient feral god and leaves with an ache in his chest.

"She won't come with me," he complains to Luke later, pacing up and down in the living area of the Mudhorn while Luke brews tea. They don't technically live in the Mudhorn anymore, have their own quarters in the ruins of Yavin's temple, but they always end up here regardless, whenever one of them comes back from a mission, whenever they need it to be just the two of them, away from everyone's worries.

Luke hands him a steaming cup and places a soft kiss on his temple. "Don't worry," he says, in that cryptic tone of his, the one he uses to tease Din when he's being daft about something that's impossible for him to know. "She will." And that's that.

Din goes back. Once, twice, three times, until the sparse crowd of locals looks at him with pity in their eyes. She does come with him eventually, after his eighths visit, when he draws the darksaber on a dune beast and turns around to find her looking at him with the type of recognition in her eyes that he's only ever seen in the way Luke looks at Ben and Grogu.

"She's like you," he accuses when Luke greets them at the bottom of the Mudhorn's ramp, Rey perched high on his shoulders, her arms wrapped around his helmet so tight it's hard for him to see. Luke just smiles and reaches out so Rey can tentatively take his hand. The change is instant - as soon as their palms touch her whole body relaxes as if something in her is finally at peace and Din has to reach up to keep her from sliding off his shoulders. And well. That's that.

Finn is next, standing tall in front of a group of terrified kids, in a backroom of the imperial laboratory they just raided, his eyes ablaze and lips turned up into a snarl. "I'll fight you," he snaps even as Din can see his hands shaking around the mop he fished out of the supply closet as a makeshift weapon. "I'm not scared, I'll fight you!" And really all Din can do in response is pull his helmet off and fall to his knees with his hands raised above his head.

It seems to work because he gets all of them into the Mudhorn eventually, Finn curled up on the copilot's seat, staring out in wonder at the endless expanse of space while the rest of the kids are rolled up into every available blanket in the captain's quarter. It's a bit of a rough start - where Rey felt turmoil because of the things swirling inside her without guidance, all Finn has ever known is supervision and people telling him to be something he's not, his connection to the Force tempered down in all the wrong places, too silent and too loud all at the same time, and in the first weeks, Din spends a lot of time hugging him close to the beskar plating of his chest, taking strolls under the quietness of Yavin's trees like he used to do with Ben. Finn quiets eventually, just as Rey did, the two of them getting on like a house on fire.

Shara is the one who brings Paige and Rose Tico, two sisters left stranded and alone by the still raging unrest of the remnants of war, and there is barely a discussion before she decides to take them in herself, the two of them glued to Poe the second they step off Shara's ship.

He finds Armitage last, standing over the dead body of an Imperial officer, blood on his hands and all across his face, just a sliver of yellow in the green of his eyes. Din has bruises on his arms for a week from how hard the kid strains against him as he tries to drag him out of the Star Destroyer before it self-destructs, but he figures, all things considered, they'll be able to handle that too.

He turns out to be a menace, of course, too smart for his own good, and way too stubborn to let Ben get away with his teasing, which always seems to end up Luke and Din having to physically drag them away from each other. Din tries to do for him what he did for everyone else, to hold him close and comfort him, but he only ever succeeds in the quiet of the night when he finds him at the very top of the temple wrapped up tightly in Luke's arms, both of them holding onto each other for dear life, eyes red-rimmed and cheeks tear-stained, darkness hanging around them like rain clouds.

Armitage takes a shine to Bo-Katan though, amidst all of his defiance, a fact that seems to confuse her as much as it does Din, and he knows that that will probably spell disaster in the future given how fast and feral Armitage takes to swinging a lightsaber, but to his relieve the Armorer steps up to pull him to her workshop by the back of his neck and balances the murder in his eyes with ever-evolving engineering challenges.

And so it takes a bit, quite a while in fact, but they find their balance eventually, their weird ever-growing family, all of them slotting into each other in a way that sometimes makes Din wonder if this was their doing too, Luke's and his, if in bending the universe around them, and in becoming one in the Force they somehow became a beacon for all those who are lost.

He wonders about it on the nights when, even after Han settles down on Yavin more or less permanently to be closer to Ben, and even after Paz bashfully asks to officially adopt Rey who's been glued to his shoulders for months, and even after Armitage makes it very clear that he doesn't plan to ever be adopted by anyone, Luke comes back from an excursion to find Din pilled into their bed with a bunch of wayward Foundlings.

"Sorry," Din mumbles sleepily as Luke steps over a snoring Paz who's taken up guard in the hallway, "It just happened."

"Is there room for one more?"

"Unlikely," Din sighs as he always does, but Luke finds a spot anyways, shuffling the kids around until they are just awake enough to demand a story from him.

"It's late," Luke smiles as Din pulls him closer to lean their foreheads together in greeting, Grogu climbing up from where he was tucked beneath Ben's chin to settle in between his dads. "I'll tell you all about it tomorrow."

"Just one!" Rey pleads from her spot at Din's side, Finn's head popping up behind her in a show of support and Luke raises a warning eyebrow as Poe and Rose scoot closer from where they were sprawled over Din's legs. "You always say we need to be curious about the world around us!"

"It will help us sleep," Armitage argues from his spot at the end of the bed, the one he takes to pretend he doesn't care about any of this, and starts scooting close too, shoving at Ben to make space.

"They make a good point," Din interjects gently and pulls Armitage out of the way and between them before Ben can get up enough to headbutt him with Din's helmet, which is a constant on his head on those nights where they all feel pulled towards each other.

"Traitor," Luke laughs, letting Armitage nestle in closer to him, but he'll tell them about his travels anyways until they are all knocked out and snoring peacefully and Din can press a quick kiss to Luke's lips without having to listen to a cascade of "ew" and "gross".

And so, in the end, he always drifts asleep knowing he doesn't fully understand it, not really, how they all manage to fit so perfectly into each other's lives, how he managed to find this, this place that is domestic in a way nothing in his life has ever been, but he figures he doesn't have to understand it, not when he also knows with absolute certainty that they are all exactly where they are supposed to be.

#dinluke #oh the things we left behind #thank you for that lovely question anon #I had this in my head for a long time I'm glad it's out there now #they all deserve some cuddles and happiness #also yes I made most of them the same age to fit my timeline poe and hux are the only ones who are slightly older #imagine all of them as children in the same place pure chaos #I have some more of their shenanigans somewhere down in my notes #maybe I'll get around to writing them out one day #but now I take a nap #soph andswers asks #soph writes

[adonis-koo]

Star Struck

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↳ Summary: You’re a creature of habit, you plan everything from each hour to each day, so you can imagine the chaos which ensues after you discover a random guy leaking black goo in a ditch- who just so happens to be an alien.

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

↳ Genre: lowkey strangers to lovers, alien!jungkook, fluff, smut, 

Word Count: 13k

Tags: tentacle sex im sorry, foreplay, oral (f) but not?? jungkook is technically a virgin by human standards ayyy, penetration, nipple play, over stimulation, double penetration, squirting, sub!jungkook, breath play, spit kink, jungkook can make his own lube??, anal im so sorry, praise kink, they become soul mates on accident oops,

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You didn’t see nor understand what JK was talking about at first, he just fumbled along between alleyways and roads and nobody, or what little people were on the streets didn’t look at you twice given your friend was as tall and broad as he was. Perks of being with a man you guessed. You still didn’t know what he was actually talking about except for the assumption that he had found his...friends…?

Eventually JK had dragged you through a lot of fields which had made you increasingly anxious, what if a kidnapper was out here? True you wouldn’t mind him using his talon like tentacles then but still...You also didn’t want to go to jail for assisting a homicide...Standing in an empty field, at the dead of night, was not what you intended on doing on a friday night.

JK seemed excited though as he bounced, grabbing a hold of you, he pressed his thumb to your forehead, your eyes fluttering shut on instinct from being so close to him suddenly but your brows pinched and an uncomfortable ache throbbed in your head before he released you. Rubbing your head you whined before you looked up again, only jumping with a screech at the...ship...in front of you...which was NOT there a moment ago. 

“Home!” JK announced proudly as he grabbed your hand, tugging you along against your will, was this really...his ship? Oh god what if he was abducting you...You didn’t have time to think as he ushered you inside. It looked small on the outside admittedly but on the inside it was all glossy and clean, a sleek futuristic look dawning the interior.

Futuristic, he was an alien, you weren’t shocked at the assessment but still. This must’ve been the hanger or...living area… or...hell if you knew ship terms, it looked like the dining room but you didn’t expect two others to appear. All of them speaking in that same throaty tongue as he ran to them, embracing them with pure excitement on his face before he pointed to you, a look of pride on his face as he cleared his voice, “Y/n.” He spoke clearly as if introducing you.

 You gave an awkward stiff wave before immediately dropping your arm, you were going to be extremely pissed if this was the LSD trip you thought you were having yesterday. You watched them all speak to one another before the one on the right nodded, saying something before gesturing JK off, who hurriedly ran off leaving you alone....with two aliens…

They both looked at you expectantly as you looked around, “Hi…” You offered an awkward smile, “You guys are terrifying…” Watching the one on the right grab a watering can to pour over a small...purple colored...tree? “You less so…” You turned to the other one, his eyes dark and piercing and wow…if you thought JK was hot you hadn’t even thought about what it would look like to seem someone attractive from his species, “You the most…” You wrapped your arms around yourself uncomfortably. 

“He’s just assessing you, Taehyung’s like that with anyone associated with our Jungkookie.” You nearly wheezed at the sound of the one on the right speaking full...English…he offered a dimpled smile as if anticipating that reaction, “Apologies. I’m Namjoon, I’m sure you’re extremely confused and scared with everything going on.” 

“...You could say that…” Your twisted somewhat painfully as you nodded rapidly, it was midnight and you were in a fucking spaceship, “Ummm, where did JK go…?” 

Namjoon as he called himself suddenly snorted, shaking his head as he sighed, “Told him he should’ve paid more attention in the academy,” He rolled his eyes, “Jungkook,” He emphasised the name, “That’s his full Earth name. He just forgot it because he never pays attention,” He offered a weak smile, “And he’s in the memoir chamber rememorizing English so he can actually speak to you. It’s handy for us Orionian’s in case a situation like this happens and we don’t know archaic languages like English.”

You didn’t understand a word of what he just said, “I’m sorry...I think I’m too dumb to talk to you, honestly…” You felt extremely stupid but much to your surprise Namjoon laughed in delight, as if endured by your words. 

“You humans are pretty humble huh,” He hummed as he continued watering the rest of his  plants, “Anyways, our ship crashed here on Earth on our way to the andromeda galaxy and Jungkook ended up falling out, it was an...extremely rocky crash…” His smile still weak as if a vague memory entered his mind, “You have our utmost thanks for taking him in when he was injured and housing him.” 

“It’s no problem, I would’ve done it for anyone.” You shifted a little, smiling a tiny bit despite still not feeling as comfortable as you wish you could be, it was just difficult to take in everything that was rapidly changing but your words still stood, you would have. Especially for...Jungkook...you lingered on the same, it sounded more fitting for the tall puppy like boy. 

“So what are your intentions with Jungkook?” You jumped at how deep the second voice was...Taehyung if you remembered correctly and he only looked about as hot as he was intimidating, “Why did you take him in if you knew his identity.” 

You flailed a little, intending to speak yet no words came out...you...you hadn’t really thought about it...at all honestly…”I...I ummm...well…” 

“Are you working for them?” Taehyung stepped towards you, his expression becoming cold as you feebly took a step back looking towards the ground and unsure of how to answer or if you’d even given him a satisfying answer. 

“Stop.” The new voice was raspy and low, not too terribly deep, but just enough to sound charming and rather rugged, Jungkook had appeared again only this time, immediately standing defensively in front of you, “She found me and even after finding out about me being an Orionian she didn’t report me to any Earth officials. I trust her, and you should too.” 

He...he could speak...perfect English now...What!? 

Taehyung’s eyes narrowed onto you, still distrustful but he laid off, “Right...and what is this about you bonding with her? I don’t think she’d be a good vessel.” 

Jungkook’s jaw twitched and you could see the glow of the crescents on his hand burning in red, “Well I’m not asking for your permission to bond with her.” He spat back, his brows furrowed and his lip twitching in anger, suddenly he didn’t look so cute and puppy like anymore, “And it’s not like we’re getting off Earth anytime soon with the ship in this state, so it’s best if we just resume the plan as originally intended.” 

“You think I’d choose a vessel as inferior as humans to have my offspring?” Taehyung’s face curled as if that was the biggest insult he had ever heard and yet you nearly choked at his words, vessel? Offspring? Uh what? 

“Stop fighting,” Namjoon sighed and much to your surprise both of the two boys quieted down, Jungkook still stood in front of you, shuffling a little closer as Namjoon sighed, “Jungkook is right…” He made a noise of victory as Taehyung’s mouth twitched in anger, the marks along his body burning a deep red that was just a little scary to watch from afar, “With the technology at hand here on Earth and with Arbitrators searching for us, it’s in our best interest to make the most of what we have here. Besides, Earth is unsuspecting and was one of our forerunner’s best creations. It’s not too far off irony to let them be the vessel of our offspring.” 

You stared up at Jungkook’s broad back in disbelief...this man was trying to impregnate you after a half a day of knowing you!? You weren’t sure plan B was prepared for this shit. Jungkook looked deeply satisfied at Taehyung’s reaction though before he turned to you, his expression soft and puppy-like as he smiled somewhat timidly before speaking as if he was a little giddy, “Hi…” 

You could’ve said anything in this moment, in which Jungkook looked like he had been excitedly waiting for, and yet your choice of words had been admittedly poor.

“You’re gonna have to bag another bitch, I don’t do kids! I...I did NOT sign up for this!” You immediately backed away from him like he was poison and you didn’t know how these fuckers procreated and at this point you weren’t sure you wanted to learn!

Jungkook’s lips parted and he looked a little hurt before he quickly approached you again, “I don’t expect you to want to carry my children yet….” 

“Yet!?” You shouted out making all three of them flinch a little, “I...I just let you stay at my place because you looked like you were dying in a ditch, and now! I’m in a spaceship, I can’t find the exit and you can suddenly speak English and you’re talking about kids!? This...nu-uh this is going way too fast. I...I really need to get home.” 

Jungkook’s lips trembled a little as he reached out for you, “I’ll take you back! Or-! Or you could stay here until the morning, you shouldn’t be out alone, Earth has proved to be unsafe at night.” He tenderly held your forearms as your expression awkwardly twisted. 

“Nothing worse could happen to me than what happened earlier tonight,” You shook your head rapidly as you sighed, “Just show me the exit, I’ll be fine, really. I’m happy for you! Seriously! I mean it looks like you’re reunited with your kin so there’s no reason for us to stay in contact and it’s been fun and out of this world- literally.” You laughed a little as you rambled, all three staring at you wide eyed, “But like, seriously I’ll keep this to myself and just hope it’s a really shitty drug trip like I originally thought it was…”

Jungkook sighed, lowering his head in defeat and his lips trembled a little in that sulky way it had been this morning as he went to the hatch where you both had come in, dialing a few buttons he waited a moment as he mumbled, “I just want to explain everything to you, I owe you that, at least…” 

You said nothing waiting for the door to open as he dialed a few other buttons, and a few more, and again...and again…”Um,” He cleared his throat a little, “Namjoon…? The door?” He asked, his eyes doe like as he stared at his companion who sighed, squeezing between you both as he also dialed a few numbers into the glowing pad. 

They both waited before Namjoon’s lips twisted into a sigh as if somehow expecting this to happen before he spoke, “Doors’ jammed...again…”

“This is fucking perfect.” Taehyung swore with a sigh, gritting his teeth as his eyes glared into you briefly, causing you to sheepishly back a little towards Jungkook, “I’m going back to my pod, I can’t deal with this.” He brooded before leaving as you looked between both aliens. 

“...Jammed? The door? As in…?” 

Jungkook’s lips twisted into a nervous smile, his marks glowing a light purple as he coughed, “Looks like we’ll have plenty of time to talk now…” Fuck! Why did things have to be this complicated, it could have been worse, but it was the same annoyance you had when Youtube played an unskippable ad, or when the lead in your pencil broke, a cookie falling onto the floor, that type of inconvenience.

Unshockingly Jungkook didn’t hold the same feeling as he spoke gently, “I can show you to my pod, it’ll be awhile before the door gets fixed…” He gave you an endearing apologetic smile. 

“...As long as you aren’t gonna try to knock me up then sure.” You stared at him in disdain, making him weakly smile as he stepped back up the metal stairs and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed he was actually happy you were stuck with no other choice but to stay. 

“Once you see her to your pod, a word please Jungkook...” Namjoon’s gaze was fixed on the door quizzically as if already trying to deduce what had made it jammed, he made no effort to look back at you both but you could tell it was probably important. 

Jungkook only nodded eagerly and kept your hand in his as he lead you down the small the hallway, lights flickering and while you were anything but an engineer or mechanic, it wasn’t hard to tell they had crash landed, Jungkook ignored the mess against the walls as he typed in something before a door slid open revealing what you assumed was his room, the door slid shut behind you making you jump a little as you investigated the space. It was a minimalistic room, a few trinkets laid around and a messy bed was against the wall.

“You can sleep if you want...I know you were tired when I woke you up…” Jungkook’s marks glowed a soft pink as he bashfully looked at the ground, scratching his cheek as if he didn’t know what to say, “I um...I should go speak to my brother.” 

Before you could even say anything Jungkook had already left looking somewhat sheepish, leaving you to curiously look around the room, it was spacious and in tones of deep brown and black, a few gadgets laying around on his nightstand as you tilted your head. 

His pod...so basically...a bedroom. You assumed as much as you couldn’t really make a distinct difference between the two. True you could’ve slept like he had suggested, you were exhausted but too wired to even think about sleeping at the moment due to how bizarre of circumstances you were in. You were in an alien’s bedroom, on a space ship...

You had took your time browsing around the room, curiously holding a few trinkets in an attempt to figure out what they were, time passed slowly and for a while, you began to wonder if this was just a set up for them to butt probe you like Jimin had original thought they would. Not that you would mind as much as him but- besides the point, the longer you were left with your thoughts, the more that piled up.

When the door abruptly opened you nearly jumped out of your skin, hurriedly setting down what looked like a portable flame thrower before whirling around, Jungkook looked a little timid as he smiled, “I’m sorry that took so long...Um...” He closed the door gently before he gestured, “Please, go ahead and rest, from my understanding...um...humans have a standard sleep cycle yes?” 

You didn’t fully understand what he was asking besides if you slept at night, rubbing your neck you did as he gestured, taking a seat on the bed before you jumped a little as it did not feel like a normal bed, “Uh I guess...? Why...why didn’t you just leave? You...didn’t have to wake me.” You mumbled, scooping your feet up as you laid down, shifting a little as you tried to get comfortable.

The bed felt almost like a marshmallow, something in between water and memory foam as the bed moved in slow, lapping waves as you attempted to get comfortable again with a pout tugging on your lips. 

Jungkook watched you with endearment before he laid on the bed next to you, “You have to stop moving, coranium matches the pattern of your body to keep everything aligned and slowly adjusts to the movement of your body throughout your sleep duration.” 

You rolled onto your side to look at him as you curled up a little, his marks still a light pink and his smile a little shy as he spoke, “To answer your question I mean...I feel like it should be obvious, I want to make my bond with you so it was natural I wanted to take you with me. I don’t know Earth well enough to confidently navigate it on my own without getting lost. I couldn’t risk leaving you and then being unable to find my way back. As well as I knew I’d be able to learn English fast in the memoir chamber, so then we’d be able to talk…” he smiled a bit timidly, his eyes fondly washing over your face as you awkwardly scooted a little away from him. 

His eyes downcasting a little at the gesture as he frowned, and once again, even despite speaking english now it didn’t help his case in looking like a kicked puppy, “Well...am I supposed to know what a memoir chamber is? And….bonding and...literally everything you guys have said thus far?” 

Jungkook rested his chin on his hands as he hummed, thinking about your words carefully before he spoke, “The memoir chamber is in most Orionian ships, it helps us adapt to the planet around us and depending on what region we’re in, the language. Our kind carry human DNA- or...moreso the other way around, so inherently we know all Earth languages as they descended from Orionian dialect, but…” He scratched his cheek, marks glowing pink once more, “I had a difficult time studying earth languages in the academy. It’s unrealistic for us to know them all, so the Memoir serves as a rebrief to put in the language back into our minds.” 

God what were you in now? A shitty sy-fy film? You rolled onto your back as you said no more, thinking about his answer for a good long minute before you parted your lips only to shut them...Hold on one damn minute- did he just insinuate his kind created humans? Knowing all languages? What!? “I don’t even know how to unpack that sentence…” You muttered, staring up at the ceiling which twinkled in a galaxy of constellations and if you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed it was an open glass ceiling to outer space.

It aligned with nebula’s and stars, planets for what looked like miles and miles. You could stare at it for hours in awe, how did you not notice that until now.

“I could only imagine being human, it’s a lot to take in,” Jungkook offered a gentle smile, “As for bonding…” He was pink all over as he scratched his cheek again, eyes fluttering away from yours almost shyly, “It’s what it sounds like, when we Orionian’s find a person who we like and want to share our life with, we begin a bond, and it takes awhile for the bond to grow but once it’s finished, we’d complete it with a mating cycle, and then...We’re celestially bond together.” He mumbled a little shyly, his eyes looked like stars twinkling as he talked about it, almost in a dreamy fashion. 

“....” You couldn’t even find the words to say anything before you muttered, “You’ve known me for a day…” True Jungkook was cute, but all of this stuff about bonding and space really made it difficult to grasp the concept in a way which wasn’t him basically proposing to you.

Jungkook looked as if he had been abruptly pulled from his little fantasy world as he frowned, propping himself on his forearm as he spoke, “Time is only a concept for Orionian’s, when we know who our bond is meant for, we just know. It doesn’t matter if I’ve known you a day or your whole life, my feelings won’t change. I want us to bond.” His voice lowered a little, his eyes doe-like and filled with a sugary sweetness as he closed the gap between you both. 

You were speechless. Many times in your life you had felt this way, but genuinely, you had no words. An alien just professed his love to you within twenty four hours of knowing him all because...what…? You fed him twice? Let him sleep in your bed once? What had you possibly done for him to think you could be his...his wife!? 

“I’m not getting married, I- I mean I’m flattered! I am.” You sat up, once again, pulling away from him as he mirrored you, his lips jutting into an almost frustrated pout, “But like...I just turned twenty one this year....I’m hardly a person let alone wife material.”

“Bonding is hardly even close to the equivalent of human marriage,” Jungkook wrinkled his nose, almost a little endeared, he knew little of human marriage from the media he had watched when you weren’t present, and while humans had similar ideas of romance, it was hardly comparable, he spoke gently, “It’s far more special and permanent. Being bonded is…” He closed his eyes, a half dimpled smile on his lips as he hummed, “It’s like feeling like the universe has completely aligned on your behalf, and that the planets and stardust gifted you a celestial mate who would never turn their back on you, who would always dry your tears and heal you when you’re hurt. The bond extends past this lifetime and into the next and so forth.” 

“...You lost me at ‘more’ permanent…” For a woman with a whole baggage load of commitment issues Jungkook was really not selling this idea to you well, “Sorry but I think you got the wrong girl.” You could appreciate the bizarreness of this situation and admittedly you felt like you’d always have a superior ‘main character’ moment story to one up somebody with but this whole business about being stuck with someone for multiple lifetimes and having alien babies was really not something you could follow up with.

Jungkook looked severely hurt which made you do a double take, not quite anticipating such a pitiful reaction as his lips quivering and his eyes even looking somewhat glassy as he spoke, “O-oh...I see…” 

wow way to make you feel like an asshole. He had shuffled a little curling up against himself as if trying to make himself appear small as he looked away from you. Sighing you ran a hand through your hair, well fuck, what did you have to lose at this point in your life?

“...Jesus christ, okay...what...what does...you know…” you coughed a little, rubbing your neck as Jungkook’s doe eyes looked at you timidly before darting away when you met his gaze, “What does this bonding shit entail anyway?” 

Jungkook was incredibly attractive, there was no denying it and the worst that could happen would be things didn’t work and you just went back to normal non-tentacle men. Jungkook perked a little at your question, still seeming a bit reserved as he mumbled, “Well...bonding is a long process...it’s not something out of human fiction that just immediately happens. When a bond is first created it’s incredibly delicate, you have to be careful and make sure both partners dedicate time to strengthening the bond.”

Laying your head against your arms that were folded in front of you while listening intently you hummed, “And let’s say hypothetically, could the bond be broken?” 

Jungkook’s expression crumpled a little as he mumbled, “It can be severed, but the more strengthened the bond is, the more painful it’ll be for both partners. But yes, it is possible. I should also mention a bond is only possible unless both partners are in agreement and want it just as much as the other.” 

You hummed, thinking about his words, so technically it wasn’t really possible given both of you had different alignments right now, “Alright well, here on Earth we call it dating, which is a lot less intensive than that, so if you want me to do that then you’re gonna have to go by human standards first.” It was reasonable enough and a happy compromise.

You wouldn’t deny you felt a pull towards Jungkook, ever since he had arrived yesterday morning your life had been anything but normal and yet you embraced every twist and turn so far and...there was admittedly a secret giddy part of you that revelled in old childhood nostalgia that someone had actually fallen from the sky and would now show you a world of many possibilities outside of earth. 

The only thing holding you back was the logic and reason that your family held and pushed onto you at a young age, long gone were the days of staring up at the stars in hopes of seeing something supernatural and daydreaming during recess about being whisked off earth. You didn’t know how to connect with that childlike side of yourself anymore, it had been so long since you bothered with those thoughts that now that the opportunity was presented to you, you genuinely didn’t know how to react.

Jungkook had immediately perked up his brows raised and immediate interest in his expression, “I’ll do it! If it means winning your affection,” his smile was a little toothy and innocent as he spoke, “How do humans date? What do they do?” He tilted his head in curiosity while waiting excitedly for your reply.

You couldn’t help but smile a little at how enthusiastic he was, “Well…” you drew a breath in thought, “It’s not too different then it is from now, we’ll go out to eat together, get to know each other, stuff like that.” 

Jungkook deflated a little, confusion in his eyes as he frowned, “But that’s stuff we do now...as...friends…” his frown furthered on his lips, “What sets friends and dating apart if we do the same thing…?” 

You rubbed your neck, beginning to get a little flustered at his question as you shifted a little, mumbling, “Well the difference is friends are strictly platonic, dating someone means you’re interested in them romantically and...you know...we hold hands...or cuddle or...I don’t know romantic shit…Stuff friends don’t do.” 

When did Jungkook get closer to you? His head tilted in curiosity as he spoke, “...And? Is that it? I’m sorry,” he apologized a bit bashfully, looking rather pink, “I’m trying to discern possible differences in boundaries set between a regular human relationship compared to Orionian’s…I don’t want to do anything that might make you...uncomfortable…” 

You stared at him for a good moment, as if trying to discern whatever he was trying to say without actually saying it, “Well...I’m not sure how different it can be…” Jungkook said nothing, fidgeting a little as you looked at him for a long moment, “...I’d tell you if you made me uncomfortable.” Was this...going where you thought it was going? 

Jungkook shuffled a little closer, his nose nearly brushing yours and his lips that looked so soft jutted into a slight pout, his eyes could hardly meet yours as he timidly asked, “...How...intimate are humans in their relationships?” 

Your face felt like it was on fire though as you muttered with raised brows, “Uh pretty hands on...if you wanna fuck me you can just ask.” You looked up at him, feeling a bit bold given he was a little more on the shy side, you could tell just him asking that had obviously taken a lot of courage on his part.

Jungkook’s marks had suddenly filtered from baby pink to a deep maroon, his face looked nothing except shy and a bit hazy as he mumbled, “Would you let me…? I don’t...exactly share the same anatomy as your male counterpart...Orionian’s...intimacy looks a bit different.” 

You felt intrigued and horny at the same time, it was tentacles wasn’t it? Please god let it be the tentacles, “You can’t threaten me with a good time,” you laughed a little, trying to take a little bit of the nervous edge off Jungkook as you offered a small smile, “Just show me, I’m...what other humans would consider pretty kinky. Doubt it’ll scare me off.” You couldn’t admit that his tentacles were immediately making your panties soaked because god did you want to be filled up like a scared hentai girl right now.

You squeaked at Jungkook suddenly climbing on top of you, his eyes hazy and he pulled the sweatshirt over his head, revealing the strip of glowing maroon that led up the center of his arms and wrapped over his shoulders, his tentacles suddenly emerging from his back much to your horny excitement, “Our tendons are both are strongest and weakest point of our body.” Jungkook mumbled against your neck, the feeling of something extremely foreign wrapping around your thigh, almost something between like a soft silicon and jello substance. 

Not sticky like you had anticipated, but soft enough that it could be almost considered wet, “They protect us but they’re also what we use to procreate with, if they’re cut off or majorly damaged, we become sterilized. My eggs…” He suddenly became a bit timid as he mumbled, “They aren’t fertile yet...But regardless I wouldn’t fill you unless we were bonded, so you won’t have to worry about impregnation. Intimacy is still an act of strengthening a bond though, so it’s utilized a lot at the beginning of an Orionian relationship.”

You weren’t fully paying attention at this point, too busy nearly drooling at the feeling of his tendon slithering along your clothes, “I can understand if you’d prefer to not do this though.” Jungkook seemed somewhat embarrassed and timid, his tendons slithering around your pajama band but doing nothing further.

“No!” He nearly jumped  at how you almost yelled it, your eyes frantic and you were nearly dripping at how horny you were, your voice needy as you whined, “I’m literally a slut Jungkook, I’m more than happy to experiment.” 

Jungkook didn’t need anymore confirmation then just that, his tentacle that had been playing with the band of your pajamas immediately pushing underneath it as you whined, your legs immediately parting for it as it ran up your panties, the soft wetness that ebbed from it soaking whatever was dry of your panties, was this arousal of his own? He moaned softly as he pressed his face into your neck, “I know you feel this is fast, but Orionian’s tend to not like to waste time.” His tentacles slid along your panties before pushing inside the band.

Your lips parted at the soft wet sensation of it gently prodding along your clit in exploration making a yelp escape you.

Jungkook jolted a little in concern as he looked down at you, somewhat shyly and his cheeks were a deep maroon much like his marks, “Keep…! Fuck!” You whined at the way his tentacles as if testingly flicked along your clit, another tentacle which had been floating behind him absently had suddenly emerged forward, making quick work of your pajamas and panties as the other continued working along your clit making you whimper as your back arched a little. 

The second tendon slowly brushed along your soaked cunt, embarrassingly wet sounds could be heard throughout the room as Jungkook moaned in contentment, “This feels so nice,” he mumbled with a whine, the second tentacle which had been stroking you slowly wiggled against your entrance making you squeak. Your horniness couldn’t be put into words at how bad you wanted this man to shove all tentacles inside you.

Your lips immediately parting at the tip of the tentacle pushing inside you, it was too soft to be considered that of a toy or dildo but too firm to be anything foreign, you couldn’t resist propping yourself up onto your elbows, your legs spread as you looked down, your face twisting and cheeks throbbing at the lewd sight of two tentacles hard at work on your cunt, one continuously flicking your clit and rubbing along it while the other began to testingly thrust inside you. 

Your lips dropped open as you moaned feeling Jungkook push it further and further inside you before giving it a testing wiggle, a scream nearly ripped from your throat at how it hit all the right spots.

Unable to even support yourself as you dropped back down with a whine as Jungkook quickly began to pick up the pace even more, “Fuck,” he moaned softly, the tentacle pulsed and throbbed as it squished and wiggled while being thrusted back and forth in short motions, your cunt was so tight and your walls kept trapping him further and further inside you as you whined, “Mm, females of my kind don’t have anything like this,” he moaned two more tentacles had suddenly appeared from his back, one pinning your wrists above your head and the other wandering to your flimsy shirt before pushing underneath it, and much to his delight Jungkook found nothing underneath except your soft breasts, “Nothing this- mmm, fuck,” it came out more of a whine this time as you felt his tentacles wiggling in delight at the way your cunt clenched around him, “small, and warm...Fuck,” Jungkook dipped his head, running a hand through his hair, the third tendon wrapped around your nipple making you whimper, jolting as your cunt squeezed around the tentacle that was beginning to roughly split apart your walls as it discovered your g-spot, your mouth parting as whined spilled from your lips at the insane feeling of the tip of his tentacles flicking up against it rapidly.

“Ah! Fuck fuck fuck, Jungkook!” You whined as your back arched, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head at how many sensations were going on, between him finding the sweet spot of your clit, the tip of his tentacle flicking up into your g-spot the other one squeezing with just the right amount of pressure on your nipple. 

Jungkook’s lips parted and his eyes were hazy but in awe at the way your body contorted, your small little walls nearly entrapping his tentacle as you came harshly, whined and whimpers escaping you as he forcefully kept flicking up into your g-spot, his other rubbing gently against your clit as your body frantically moved, yet your hips kept thrusting up to try and take more of his tendon as you whined, “Fuck…! Jungkook! Ah..!” Jungkook moaned softly as he gave you just what you wanted, pushing himself further inside you until he was dangerously close to your cervix.

His tentacle was soft enough that no pain was even involved as he kept wiggling it into you, soundless moans escaped you as your cunt began wrapping convulsing around him, your clit burning in pleasure due to sensitivity as he kept letting the soft tendon rub against the tender bud.

“Fuck!” You whined, liquid suddenly spewing from your cunt much to Jungkook’s surprise, his tentacle had immediately restricted at the feeling leaving your cunt feeling empty and tears nearly escaping yours eyes in frustration due to it despite his second tendon continually abusing your clits sweet spot, within the second the first tentacle entered your once more pushing with no hesitation right back to its original position as Jungkook began wiggling once again with short thrusts. 

Your walls kept squeezing around him causing him to moan as he whined, “You- you need to stop doing that...feels too good.” He mumbled shyly against your skin as you nearly convulsed in pleasure at the way his third tendon was wrapped around your nipple, giving the bit of pressure that had your cunt squeezing around his tentacle, too busy in your own pleasure to care about what he wanted, your hand wrapped around his throat making his eyes widen and his lips part submissively, “I’m gonna keep doing what I want baby- fuck...I think you like it when my little cunt squeezes around it.” You purposely clenched around his tentacle and you could physically feel it throb inside you.

Jungkook’s lips trembled a little a moan escaped him at your hand squeezing lightly around his throat his tentacle immediately fucking you even faster in comply as your lips parted in glee, your hips rolling a little to slide along the slick thick tendon, “Thats right baby boy, I bet you’ve never felt a cunt like this before huh?” You let out a shaky cackle as your hand sadistically squeezed harder around his neck. 

His gaze dropped and he only whined, quickly crumbling to your dominant hands that only excited you further, it was one thing to cross off your bucket list getting fucked by an alien, it was two being able to dom one, “Oh am I suddenly in control now?” You mockingly pouted before a twisted smirk curled on your face at how Jungkook wouldn’t meet your eyes any longer.

Power was practically leaking in your veins, you were getting fucked by a tentacle alien and he was a shy little sub? Your squeezed harsher around his neck, a whiney moan suddenly escaping him as his tentacle harshly pulsed inside you before it frozen, his face buried into your neck, impatient and now knowing you could boss him around freely your hips lifted, squelching and slipping around the tendon with ease as his lips trembled against your neck, “Mmm! P-please! You have to slow down…” he whimpered a little at how cruel you were being with him. 

You could care less in this moment though, too busy living out your dream fantasy bucking your hips against the soft subtle material, your cunt squeezing around him as you moaned softly.

Your moan twisted to a growl at the feeling of his tentacle pausing in your clit, your hand finding his hair as you harshly balled it into your hand, “I didn’t give you permission to stop.” Jungkook’s gaze lowered and his eyes a little watery despite the angry pout on his face.

“You aren’t listening to me.” He mumbled stubbornly and your lips twitched, outwardly showing displeasure but inwardly seeking the chase he was trying to give. Jungkook fumbled with you had pushed away, briefly his tendons pulled away in semi surprise, at first assuming you had taken his shy words the wrong way but he was quickly mistaken when he was shoved onto the bed, a whine escaping him as the tentacles quickly adjusted to be semi flattened. His lips were quivering at the sight of your naked body straddling him and your hand on his jaw, “Truthfully, I don’t think you want me to listen baby.” You pouted mockingly, the feeling of his stretched tentacles seekingly wrapping around your thighs, “Open.” 

Jungkook’s lips parted a little, his eyes watering and looking a little confused at your words, but you had took advantage of the opportunity, spitting into his mouth as he suddenly whined, his ears bright red following along with the magenta color coursing through his body as your hand wrapped around his throat in a firm grip, “Good boy.” You smiled loosely, wiping a stray bit of saliva from his lip as he whined, a tentacle beginning to stroke against your soaked cunt once more but this time he did nothing except in hopes of an invitation.

“Such a good boy, go on, I know you want to.” You cooed out, your head hanging a little and your lips parting at the feeling of the tentacle plunging back inside your warm walls with a loud squelch, “Stay still.” You commanded sharply and with a noisy whine from Jungkook as he obediently listened, you could feel the foreign tendon inside you pulsing still as if it nearly killed him to do so. Your hips steadily began to move along the tentacle, your cunt clenching around it as you took more of him it only got fatter and thicker the more you took. 

“Ahh, fuck. That’s it baby, c’mon keep filling me up. I know you want to. I can see it in your face.” You taunted, feeling his tentacle doing a test wiggle inside you as you slid along it, arousal coating him as he whined, you had a great view of his other tentacles sliding from under his back and extending upward, the second quickly made way for your clit much to your excitement, your lips parted and a whine escaping you as it kept rubbing into your sweet spot it had previously discovered. 

You were too busy trembling and moaning, attempting to fight off another orgasm at the feeling of your clit almost feeling like it was being ate out at how soft the tip of his tentacle was gently lapping against it and a soft wet arousal of his own leaking from the tip, you had bounced against his tendon in short motions, craving all of him inside you as your body began to convulse, your hands balling against his chest with a whine at how difficult it was to stop yourself from cumming immediately.

Jungkook wasn’t letting go without a fight though, a third tentacle had surprised you, pushing between the cheeks of your ass making you nearly gasp a whine, “Fuck! Fuck, please.” You mumbled in a moment of weakness, giving your consent that you’d like to trust he’d be able to make this feel good. Jungkook didn’t hesitate for a second, the tentacle oozed a slippery liquid, his own arousal along your puckered rim. You were almost too fucked out to even pay attention, your body busy still riding him and trying to focus on anything but the feeling of the slippery tentacle flicking at your clit and finding nearly every pleasurable nerve physically possible. 

It was difficult to miss the third one pushing slowly into your ass as your lips jumbled something nearly incomprehensible, your body collapsing semi against him, only being held up by your weak forearms, “Mmph! Fuck baby keep going, just like that. Such a good boy for me.” 

Jungkook squeaked out what sounded like a pleasant noise at the praise, perhaps sensing your body beginning to crumble as his tentacles took back over, quickly thrusting inside you once more and wiggling to his heart's pleasure as drool nearly dropped from your lips. Unable to even do anything or say anything with two tentacles plunged inside you. 

The tip of the tentacle was just narrow enough to slip inside your ass with a gentle sting but pleasurable enough to make your toes curl and whines escape you at the feeling of the force of his thrusts on either side of your body. His second was still lapping up around your clit, finding that perfect spot that nearly made your vision go white and you weren’t sure what escaped your throat other than possibly the best orgasm you would ever experience in your life. 

And it didn’t stop after a second, it just kept going with his tentacles drilling inside you and lapping around your delicate hyper sensitive clit as you whined and cried against him. Jungkook moaned softly as you felt what potentially might have been a second tentacle greedily pushing inside your cunt, whimpers escaping you at how harshly he was thrusting up inside you and how stretched your body was. 

Your mouth parting at the feeling of the forth tentacle pushing its way to meet the first as you squeaked and whined against him, a tentacle wrapping around your waist to hold up your lower body that nearly collapsed as your vision blurred with tears at how hard you were being fucked. Jungkook’s eyes were shut tightly and his hands had finally grabbed your waist as extra support as his third tentacle wiggled its way further into your ass. The pleasurable sting becoming more and more noticeable as you cried out at the feeling of one tentacle flicking up against your g-spot and the other harshly thrusting into you while your clit was hypersensitive at the feeling of being rubbed and flicked. 

Your last orgasm couldn’t even compete with this one as you cried out, body convulsing and cunt tightening as you nearly scrambled almost looking possessed to the unknown eye, your body had clenched up so hard at being so filled you hadn’t even heard the sharp whine from Jungkook. Hot liquid suddenly spurted everywhere the majority of it inside you but some getting on you, over the bed, everywhere. 

Jungkook whimpered and whined, digging his face into your neck and his tentacles were pulsing sharply as if literally pumping out every drop of liquid they could inside you. You were so fucked out you could hardly even ask what in the actual hell he just injected inside you. You had already been tired before but your body was burning and aching, feeling as if you had literally been ripped to pieces. 

At least you finally got a piece of that tentacle action.

You were not someone that fucked and then immediately slept afterwards, typically after a one night stand, depending on your relation with the person you would either ghost them by pretending to go to the bathroom, talk and hang out afterwards, or go get something to eat together, or by yourself, you weren’t picky.

Rubbing your blurry eyes you yawned, your body aching with even the slightest movement, Jungkook was the first man who had ever fucked you so hard, you had little to no choice but to fall asleep afterwards, you probably couldn’t even stand if you wanted too. He was curled up against your chest at the moment, his head pressed into your breasts looking way too content at the moment. 

Your eyes trailed down at his fluffy raven hair before down the warm tawny skin of his back, something in your chest stirring, it felt like it was almost physically tugging you closer to his body, your hand finding its way to his hair making him stir a little. Jungkook’s arms wiggled against your waist to make himself comfortable once more before relaxed with a content sigh. 

The marks on his back glowed a sentient purple, you had never gotten a good look at his back before. 

And while this wasn’t that great of a position to view, you were still curious with what you could see, they formed two long strips down his back widening a fair bit and they stopped just at the smallest part of his waist. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve remarked that it looked like he had wings ripped from his back.

As morbid as it sounded, and that is of course if they glowed like this. Jungkook really was the prettiest thing you had ever seen, your hand hadn’t even meant to pull from his hair down his neck, you couldn’t help the tug in your chest wanting to touch.

However the moment your fingers grazed over the mark that covered his left shoulder blade Jungkook nearly flew out of your arms making you jolt in just as much surprise as him, his lips parted and he had sat up, gaze sharp as he looked around as if for any possible intruders. Slowly as he woke up though he came to the realization it was just you and him, your smile becoming somewhat sheepish as you mumbled, “Um, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You cleared your throat feeling bad now, was it just that sensitive? You might not know much about Orionian’s but you could take a guess and assume that was the opening to where his tentacles laid dormant, and given they were also how they procreated...It was natural Jungkook was probably a little defensive about them being touched. 

Jungkook said nothing though, only staring at you for a long moment before he whined a little, suddenly crawling back up to you before collapsing on top of you as you huffed, “You can’t startle me like that, my scaling is sensitive.” He mumbled a little shy, grabbing your hand as he placed it back on top of his head obviously wanting affection. 

Your fingers dug back into his scalp making a pleasant noise escape him as his body relaxed once more, “...Scaling?” Your brows furrowed at his words, complying with his silent demand to have his hair played with as he curled up against you, his lips tugged into a smile as he rested his face between your breast. 

“Yeah, my scales.” Jungkook nodded as he held up his arm, pointing at the glowing marks making you frown, that...looked nothing like scales....Jungkook smiled a little as he rested back down while explaining, “There filled with hyper plasma so depending on the hormonal chemistry of my body will change colors.” You got that part, even before he could speak English, but still...when you thought of scales, you thought of stuff like fish and...scaly things. Not aliens. 

Jungkook only smiled happily as he looked up at you, it looked like thousands of stars twinkling in his eyes and the dim lights reflected off his iridescent skin, little tones of purple and blue could be spotted as he lifted his hand up to cup your cheek, his fingers carefully trailing down your jawline. There was a wave in your chest, something strong like...the only thing you could describe was pure happiness, “Hey what did you blow inside?” You hadn’t even meant to ask that question but it had abruptly crossed your mind. 

Jungkook’s gaze faltered a little, his scales suddenly turning bright pink and his bashfully lowered his gaze, pressing his cheek on your chest as he mumbled, “It was just plasma, it’s what helps carry eggs when they’re released but...I already told you...my eggs aren’t ready yet. You have no possible chance of getting pregnant without my prior knowledge.” 

His fingers tethered against your stomach as if saddened at the idea that his future kin weren’t in your stomach, a wave of sadness fleeting inside your chest briefly as you frowned, why did you feel so odd? You weren’t even the least bit sad about not being pregnant. 

“Okay...good I was just..wondering since…” You coughed a little, not finishing your sentence which you were originally going to say because he used you like an actual cum dump- not that you minded. But still. It was good to know. Jungkook said no more, only burying into your chest with a pouty whine. 

Yawning you stretched out looking around before grabbing your phone which had somehow made it alive on your night stand, your notifications flooded with Jimin’s drunk texting on where you went last night and why you weren’t home...Wait, your eyes darted to the time, it was noon?! You had a lecture in half an hour! 

“Fuck! I have to get to class!” You immediately jolted up making Jungkook whine as he was jostled onto the bed as you limped along in search of your clothes, your body aching and resisting with each fumble before you nearly collapsed out of fatigue while grabbing your panties. 

“Can’t you just stay? Just for a little longer?” Jungkook mumbled, his lips in a large puppy like pout as he held out his hand to you, something stirring in your chest that wanted to just curl back up against him, his eyes doe like and soft, almost pleading for you to cuddle back up against him. 

“I have midterms coming up Jungkook, I really can’t afford to skip class.” You offered an apologetic smile, “Besides it’s not like we can’t go get something to eat later or anything.” Pulling your pants up you wobbled to the door, frowning as you pulled your sweatshirt back over your head, where was the door handle…?

“..B-but!” Jungkook fumbled as he pulled his shirt over his head before hurrying over to you, “Just five more minutes? Or two? Please…!” There was something urgent in his voice as his lips trembled as if he would be devastated if you left. 

Examining the door your lips parted as you pushed the button on the wall, jolting a little as the door slid open, “Jungkook,” You paused briefly, feeling a dull ache in your chest, a brief desire to do as pleaded as you looked up at him, “I really have to go to class okay? I’ll drop by later when I’m finished for the day I’m sure you...have stuff you need to talk about with your...um...kin…” You raised your brow a little awkwardly before you back walking down the hallway, something inside the back of your head almost tempted to stay with him. 

He looked so panicked and whiny, it made you feel bad for having to go, and furthermore you secretly wished you could stay longer but you couldn’t afford to miss class with midterms so close. 

If your memory was correct this should lead to…! Aha, you felt victorious at the sight of the main, living area?  The circular table was towards the smaller three step ledge that went up into the control room and the purple bonsai-like plant which had just been freshly pruned sat delicately on the other side of the room. 

“No! I....Can I come with you then? And then we can come back here together later?” Jungkook pleaded, his lips trembling and his eyes almost watery as you paused with a sigh, he was really tugging on your heart strings huh...It was almost easier to deny him back when he was unable to actually speak his wants to you. 

“Jungkook I- I mean I guess you could…? But like, it’s just lecture, it’s boring, I have to be focused the whole time and no offense but...I feel like if you came I wouldn’t focus.” You pulled a little away from him with an awkward smile while silently hoping the door had been fixed. 

“Morning you two,” You turned around at the sight of Namjoon appearing from the large opening of the control room Taehyung who still looked sour following after him only to lean against the wall with crossed arms, Namjoon stepped down the three steps as he offered a polite smile, “I hope you slept well, I’m sure it’s a lot different compared to human dorms.” 

You looked away from Namjoon unable to speak at the question of having slept well, you hardly slept half the night after getting your back blown out, but he was right, it was nothing like human- in any aspect whatsoever, whether it was the bed or who you got fucked by last night. 

“It was fine...um the door....Is it fixed?” You pointed your thumb behind your shoulder as you offered a weak smile. 

Namjoon nodded stepping closer before he abruptly paused, his brows furrowing before he looked between you and Jungkook without so much as a word, it made you somewhat self conscious as you shuffled in your spot at nobody volunteering to get the door open, “Yeah, it’s fixed, umm…” His smile was a little tense before he looked between you and Jungkook, “Are you both going out? Already?” 

Jungkook refused to look his elder in the eyes, his lips plush and pouty, hair dusting over his eyes as he shuffled in his spot refusing to answer whatever unasked question his elder had, “Uh yeah, I’m going to class, Jungkook can stay here though, I’ll be back later.” You shrugged, not understanding what their problem was. 

Taehyung had not interjected into the conversation yet, his dark hair brushing over his eyes only in the opposite effect of Jungkook, making him look as if he had a death warrant with your name on it, “And leave Jungkook alone?” He gritted his teeth looking like he was ready to snarl at you, your lips quirked a little and your brow lifted in confusion, wasn’t that typically what people meant when they said they had to leave…? 

“Uh yeah, and I’ll come back…?” You trailed off, making it sound more like a question then a statement before Taehyung suddenly pushed off the wall, his walk was by no means in any hurry, but his shoulders were squared and his steps were paced with determination that had you taking a step back at the sight of him not stopping until he was right in front of you. 

The energy of the room had gone tense before Taehyung snarled, “You bonded with my little brother and now you’re going to leave him!?” 

You shrieked at suddenly being shoved against the wall, your ribs throbbing in pain as Taehyung’s hand wrapped around your throat, crushing your windpipe as you gagged, “Humans really are pathetic selfish people.” Tentacles suddenly wrapped around Taehyung’s hand before he was ripped away from you, hot red scales were a blur as Jungkook stood in front of you protectively. 

Your hands rubbing your sore throat as you leaned against the wall gasping for air, “Stay out of this!” Jungkook growled, his lips twitching and his eyes burning into his brothers, “This doesn’t involve you, let me sort it out and if you ever fucking touch my mate like that again I won’t hesitate to rip your eggs straight out of your utaria.” 

You jolted at the sight of Taehyung lashing out at Jungkook, both of them slamming into the wall near the hallway as they grappled and yet you could only stare in shock at what had just happened and what you had just heard. Namjoon was immediately between them both separating the two as he growled, “Taehyung that wasn’t necessary! I doubt she even realizes what happened!” Namjoon immediately twisted towards Jungkook with a scowl, “And you! What did I tell you last night?” 

Jungkook’s jaw was clenched, his scales a hot burning red that matched Taehyung’s and yet his eyes couldn’t meet Namjoon’s, his lips twitching a little as he glared into the wall, his expression slowly melting as Namjoon snapped, “What did I tell you!? Why can’t you two ever listen for once? If you had we probably wouldn’t even be stuck on Earth right now! This is your mess Jungkook, I told you it wasn’t a good idea to bond this early on in our stay on Earth.” 

Jungkook’s expression had turned neutral but something in his eyes still seemed bitter as he stared at the ground now, perhaps too scared to look up at you, who had backed away from all the men in shock. You...but...Jungkook said…The silence set in and slowly each brother turned their gaze towards you before Jungkook was the last, his face filled with remorse at your expression as your lips parted, “You…! You told me-” Your lips parted variously before you finally forced out a sentence, “You lied to me!” 

“I didn’t!” Jungkook immediately hurried over to you, his expression filled with guilt and desperation, “I- Y/n I wasn’t even aware we had bonded until Taehyung pointed it out! I’m sorry I had no idea I…!” All you heard was excuse after excuse though, something indescribable filled your chest and your vision blurred in anger. 

“I’m going! I can’t…! I can’t even look at you right now Jungkook!” Upset felt like it had magnified tenfold in your chest as you rushed down the metal stairs, punching against the button before the door opened, your throat felt squeezed and like you were suffocating as you ran as far and fast as your legs could take you. What was happening to you? 

“I’m fine…” 

Jimin and Seokjin exchanged glances, light poured in from the opened door behind them of your bedroom, the blanket wrapped around your body has you held it up above your nose, “Uh don’t lie bitch,” Jimin quirked a brow, his lips twitching in anger at just the sight of you trying to tell such an obvious lie, “It’s been three days since...whatever happened with JK- “Jungkook,” “I don’t give a fuck what his name is, you’ve been a recluse ever since, what happened?” 

Just the mention of Jungkook’s name made your chest physically ache as you curled further into yourself, you weren’t in physical pain, you couldn’t even fully describe it. 

All of your feelings just felt so amplified, like they swirled at just the surface of your chest and ready to burst out at any given moment. It felt like a physical string around your heart that squeezed and tugged harder and harder that left you in a depressed state with no energy left to do anything except what you had been doing.

Weakly sleeping half the time or scrolling on your phone in a useless attempt to think about anything other than Jungkook. You couldn’t even understand how you felt so attached to him and how much your body ached to just be wrapped up in his arms, but you were still so upset at what had happened. 

Questions swirled in your mind and to which you didn’t have the answer too and it made you even more upset that you wouldn’t get answers unless you went back, “Y/n, we’re just worried.” Seokjin raised his brows, his expression apprehensive but softened at the weak state you were in, “You haven’t been out of your room ever since the morning after the party. Midterms are just around the corner, I doubt you slack off for a shit reason.” 

You only curled up further before you sighed, closing your eyes as you finally caved in and mumbled an explanation as to what had happened and what you were now suffering under. Seokjin seemed more calm but Jimin’s lips were twitching in anger as he scowled, “You’re joking! Well let’s just go and demand he cut whatever alien ties he has on you.” 

You knew he was just trying to help but you only shook your head, “...Taehyung said I was the one that had apparently formed the bond, I didn’t even know that was possible.” You mumbled, you buried into your pillow, a feeling of guilt building into your chest as you tried to forget the ghost image of Jungkook’s hurt eyes in your mind. 

“Well it’s obviously affecting you mentally and physically, I mean seriously, you haven’t showered in days, you aren’t eating, Y/n…” Seokjin kneeled down, a frown on his face, “You need to swallow your pride, as stubborn as you are, and go talk to Jungkook about this. We’ll come with you, you probably won’t even have the energy to get there, but he’s the only one who can help.”

You managed to roll over to your side, your back facing them both now as you pulled the blanket over your head, you didn’t want to face Jungkook again, you weren’t sure you were ready to. You had so many mixed feelings and you weren’t even sure what to begin on asking questions. 

Neither said anymore before you heard Seokjin reluctantly sigh, “I’ll leave it for tonight, but tomorrow morning you’re giving us directions and we’re going to get this sorted.” They both left shortly after and closed the door sinking the room back into a depth of darkness. A heavy weight back on your chest and sudden ache filling you as you curled up, a dull sense of urgency inside you but you couldn’t distinguish what for. It felt like you needed to cry even despite not feeling sad, but maybe as a way to just release this energy.

But you didn’t do anything besides lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling as you sighed, trying to ignore the dull ache of your head, what a shit show. If you had known what your life would come to by just trying to be a good person, you would’ve left him in that ditch. ----

It felt like your body was being dragged through the mud, through the fire and hell maybe even gitting shit on at this point, “This is so stupid.” You mumbled, curled up in your hoodie as you hugged your knees into your chest in the back of Seokjin’s car. 

“You’re the one that fucked an alien,” Jimin snorted, twisting in his seat as he cocked a brow, “Which, what possessed you to do that seriously? Your stupid little hentai fantasies?” He stared at you with a bizarre expression as you snorted weakly. 

“Yeah pretty much.” 

“Fucking knew it,” Jimin collapsed back in his seat, “We could get our assholes probed by aliens now because she couldn’t keep her panties on at the sight of a slimy tentacle.” He raised his hands dramatically and you could’ve sworn you heard Seokjin try to keep from laughing at you both. 

“They’ll probe you with their tentacles too, apparently they make their own lube home made so they’ll slide it right in no problem.” If you had the energy you would’ve died laughing at the way Jimin whipped around in his seat in horror. 

“No fucking way. You WILLINGLY let him do that to you?” 

You couldn’t stop the weak laugh escaping you as you leaned your head against the window, “I’m a slut.” You shrugged before you lifted your head a little, “Right there! It should be in the field. I think it has some sort of cloaking shield or something.” Seokjin pulled off on the old winding back road which looked familiar enough.

He hadn’t been going fast to begin with and you had already stopped twice and the two other fields had been empty so this one had to be it, and if it wasn’t then it was safe to say you broken Jungkook’s heart right in two and he and his other space fuckboy brothers left Earth for good. Which you hoped not because you felt like you were in a weird limbo between life and death at the moment. 

Stepping out of the car you paused as you heaved a breath, leaning against the car as you sighed, the energy feeling like it had been sucked straight out of your soul every passing minute. Jimin looked at you mildly concerned as you waved him off, slowly pushing yourself straight up as you wrapped your arms around yourself. 

The comforts of your hoodie keep you warm as you ignore the dull ache in your chest, Seokjin and Jimin both kept close as you all looked like idiots wandering around in an empty field. The empty field however, upon stepping forward had suddenly blurred before the familiar sight of the ship came into view. Seokjin and Jimin were dumbfounded at the sight as they both stared. 

You only trudged forward towards the door before you slammed your hand against the metal door, “Well? What are you both doing just standing there?” You asked with a furrowed brow.

“Well sorry I didn’t fuck an alien the first chance I got.” Jimin fumbled out with a huff as he hurried over along with Seokjin. 

The door had immediately been opened to a relieved looking Namjoon, his eyes briefly landing on Jimin and Seokjin warily as he spoke, “I’m glad you came back! Come on, hurry in.” He ushered you in, “...I’m assuming these are your...friends…?” 

“Best friends, roommates, the same guys that also allowed your little space fuckboy to stay with us.” Jimin growled out as he crossed his arms, standing as a big brother you never asked for as Seokjin snorted. 

“Chill,” He shoved Jimin a little who only grumbled under his breath before he spoke, “I’m Seokjin and that’s Jimin, we’re Y/n’s roommates we’re already uh...aware of what you guys are we just...we don’t know what’s going on, we just want Y/n to be okay.” 

Namjoon nodded slowly, still a little wary but it was to be expected, he said no more as he widened the latch for the three of you, “Y/n left right at the beginning stage of their bond when it’s imperative that the newly bonded couple stay together and establish a stable connection. If not, it becomes unstable and drains the life force out of both individuals causing a wide variety of ailments and illnesses to take over. It’s good you guys came back when you did, Jungkook is doing even worse sense he was the Si in the bond.” 

“What is she doing back here?” Your lips twitched a little at the snarl from Taehyung who had shot up from his seat at the table, his eyes glaring holes into you and honestly, if he could vaperize you into dust at the moment you were sure he probably would. 

“Here to break the little probe ass connection your fuckboy put on her,” Jimin snapped back unappreciative at someone talking this way to you especially in the condition you were in right now.

Taehyung’s lip twitched as he shot out of his seat, “My little brother may be naive but he had good intentions and she took advantage of his fragile state! He wasn’t in any sort of headspace to do anything!” You only curled away from Taehyung with mixed feelings, you wouldn’t necessarily describe Jungkook’s state of mind at the time, fragile as it was just horny. 

Namjoon sighed as he looked at Seokjin before at you and then the two feuding men who were practically glaring into one another, “Taehyung, don’t do anything irrational, I’m going to get Jungkook.” Namjoon disappeared and it was quiet inside the ship as a tension took over the room. 

You tried your best to ignore it as you slumped against the wall, listening to the whirling on the interior running. Not a minute later you heard a loud flutter of steps as you looked up, Jungkook’s hair had been ruffled and he had looked extraordinarily tired, his scales however were lit up a sky blue, his lips parted as if trying to figure out if you were real or not before he hurried to you. 

His arms wrapping around you and a small whimper escaping him as his nose rubbed into your neck, your face pressed into his chest with a sigh of relief, the dull ache in your chest fading quickly as you basked in the warmth of Jungkook’s arms. You had hugged many people in your life before and sure it was nice, but you couldn’t even describe the wash of comfort and love that radiated through your entire being at being curled up in this man’s arms. 

Jungkook’s nose nudged at your neck a little and buried himself into your embrace as his fingers fiddled with the thick material of your hoodie, “Jungkook,” Jungkook shuffled a little, his body practically wrapped around you as his eyes slowly looked up from his content figure to meet Namjoon’s gaze, “You both should go lay down and begin to properly set your bond together, I’m sure you’re both exhausted.” 

Jungkook nodded wordlessly, perhaps not trusting himself to speak as he began to lead you towards his pod, “Woah, wait hold on.” Jimin cut in only for a snarl like growl to escape Jungkook, tentacles suddenly shooting from his back protectively pulling towards the front of his body to create a barrier between you and any threat that might take you away from him. 

“Woah holy fuck!” Jimin nearly screeched, holding his hands up and freaking out a little at seeing a killer glare on such an innocent face, “We didn’t come here for this…! What, what do you mean, set a bond? I don’t want Y/n out of our sight…!” 

Jungkook’s lip twitched in annoyance as he set his chin on your shoulder, his arms tightening around your waist and you could see the red glow of his scales slowly deepening further into a dark maroon, he did not look happy. 

Namjoon put up a hand, offering a tense smile, “All that entails is them being together and being close, they need to stabilize their bond. Once it’s set they can figure out whether they want to...bond further or…” Namjoon didn’t finish his sentence, is eyes warily lingering on the younger’s expression which was sharp and annoyed, “...You get the idea, I would advise against stopping him, trying to separate them now when he just got her back….I can’t guarantee I’ll keep you both alive.” 

Jimin and Seokjin shared a wary glance before stepping aside, Jungkook’s gaze broody as he watched them sharply as he trudged you both forward, his tentacles still out and floating behind him now as if ready to strike on contact. The tension didn’t leave until you were back into his pod once more, the room having not been changed except for a lot more clutter accumulation- much like your own room. 

You hadn’t even had the chance to open your mouth before you were suddenly picking up, your legs wrapping around Jungkook as you squirmed, “Jungkook!” You squeaked out, his hands gripping your ass tightly but his face kept nudging into your neck as he whined,  the killer aura he had not seconds ago immediately disappearing, “Don’t ever do that again,” You were nearly crushed when you were dropped onto the bed before Jungkook collapsed on top of you, “Please.” Guilt nearly devoured your heart at the way Jungkook held back a sob, his voice pleading and cracked, “It’s not fair! You-! You can’t just do this to me then leave. Never again.” You felt warm substance dripping onto your skin and your heart was pounding in your chest. 

An innate need coursing through your veins to dry his tears as you did so, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry okay?” You whispered out, your hands cupping his cheeks, that iridescent glow on his skin and his eyes watery and big, “I’m just…! I was just scared, I didn’t know what was going on and I just thought I needed time to think. I had no idea what the effects were and what would happen if I left. I’m not going to leave okay? I won’t leave.” 

Jungkook only closed his eyes, tears falling down his cheeks and you couldn’t help but watch in a melancholy awe at an almost glittery substance filling his tears, making the stains on his skin glisten and glitter under the dark lights of his room, Jungkook said no more, perhaps not trusting himself too and only curled himself further against your as your hands soothingly ran through his hair as his body melted into yours. No words were further spoken between you both as you curled against him once more, your nose burying in his hair with the innate need to comfort him. 

Feelings were too intense and magnified, as if you could feel every speck of hurt and misery Jungkook had suffered without you and despite being cognitively aware you in any other case wouldn’t be like this, you still were. You didn’t understand what happened, or how it happened, but what you did know was that despite all of the uncertainty, Jungkook needed you. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed, neither of you had talked for what seemed like hours, only staying close in one another's arms, and slow but surely, that unstable feeling in your chest was beginning to fade and was replaced by what you could only describe as a warm, bright thrum.

Both of you were awake, but Jungkook’s eyes looked far away, his face still laid against your chest as you tenderly stroked through his hair, “Jungkook,” He didn’t respond right away, shifting a little before those doe eyes looked up at you, his lips jutted into a soft pout that nearly broke your heart out of guilt, “What....what’s going on? I don’t understand anything.” Your fingers delicately traced his prominent cheekbones, his face immediately nuzzling into your hand as his eyes closed. 

Jungkook’s lips trembled only a little as he mumbled, “...I...I’m not sure...I told you before that in order for a bond to be created it has to be wanted between both parties involved,” His nose nudged your hand as you tenderly thumbed his cheek, “Wh-which means...even if it wasn’t a surface thought you still energetically reached out and initiated the bond making you the Fi and me the Si since I accepted without realizing.” 

His lips went pouty before he pressed his head back against your chest as you stared down at him mildly confused, perhaps realizing this he spoke further, “Fi and Si are considered sacred opposites, in a bond both people take on one or the other, the initiator the Fi and the receiver the Si, it makes sense you didn’t feel as much as I did, the Fi in the bond isn’t affected nearly as heavily as the Si is because you were the one who created the bond.”

You still didn’t quite understand other than this being a Yin and Yang equivalent with a dash of omegaverse on the side, but then again, if humans had descended from Orionian’s then the apple truly didn’t fall too far from the tree. 

“And...the Fi is what…? The more dominant one?” You quirked a brow, a smile threatening to tug on your lips as Jungkook looked up at you, an unfair pout of his face as he set his chin on your chest, leading you to believe there was some merit to your words. 

“Not exactly, it just means you were the one who established the bond, making you the one who, in more primal words, the caretaker. With newly bonded couples, it’s imperative that you be together for the first few days to stabilize the bond. Si tends to be more....” He shifted a little, his scales becoming pink as he buried into your chest, “...Clingy...and Fi tends to facilitate and care for Si while the bond stabilizes.”

Your hand made its way back to his hair as you tenderly combed through the soft silky locks as Jungkook’s relaxed back against you, practically melting into your touch as you hummed, “And...if it isn’t stabilized?” 

Jungkook shifted a little against you as he mumbled, “...Well, both people become....I don’t know how to truly describe, if a bond isn’t stabilized...it becomes difficult to distinguish your own feelings from your partners, and with the bond unstable it causes an emptiness to fill both which causes sadness and pain, but because feelings can be mutually felt, it magnifies those feelings tenfold...Until eventually….” Jungkook frowned as he shrugged a little timidly, “Both go insane, or end up commiting suicide out of despair. Si feels it a lot more intensely then Fi though because of being the one who was tethered into the bond rather than creating it.”

Oh…

You said nothing, feeling even worse now knowing what had happened and what you could have possibly caused, not only this but for Jungkook to suffer through so much all because you couldn’t just hear him out for less than five minutes, “Don’t blame yourself,” Jungkook sat up a little to look at you earnestly, as if knowing exactly what you felt despite not saying anything, “You don’t know anything about Orionian’s, I...I should’ve handled everything better then I did…” His gaze lowered looking a little glassy as he sighed, “Just...please never do that again.” He collapsed back against you with a quiet mumble, “I was miserable.” 

“I won’t baby.” You ushered softly, pressing your lips into his hair as he basked in your love, the silence taking over once more as you relaxed back down against him, intending on letting yourself fall asleep again before you felt a low rumble in your stomach, before you sighed...Well he did say since you were….Fi...that you were supposed to be a caretaker....?

“Hey, I’m starving...you want me to get us something to eat?” You sat up a little as Jungkook shifted beneath you with a whine, his cheeks puffing a little as he huffed, saying nothing but you had a suspicion that he was definitely hungry, “I’m getting us something to eat, what do you want babe?” You got out of bed making Jungkook scramble with another whine. 

He immediately latched himself to you as you sighed, “Then we’re going together. Do you guys even have human food here?” 

“We have plamatic barrettes.” Jungkook perked a little in excitement as you frowned. 

“Can...Are...are they edible for humans?” You raised a brow as you opened the door, doing an awkward waddle as Jungkook back hugged you, happily nuzzling into your neck before he frowned.

“Well...um…” He rubbed his head as you tutted, it wasn’t that you weren’t willing to try it but you were really craving some fries right now and whatever it was they ate, didn’t sound even close to a potato. 

“We can try it later babe, I brought my wallet so we can go get something to eat, if Jimin and Seokjin haven’t left it’ll be like a two minute drive.” You shrugged as you both entered the common space. 

“You both aren’t going anywhere.” Namjoon had been running around with Taehyung while Jimin and Seokjin were working frantically on...what looked like an engine box as the man turned around with a serious expression making you and Jungkook twist into concern, “The Arbitrators are here on Earth, which means we’re leaving.” 

You didn’t quite understand the gravity of the situation but...you had a feeling this wasn’t an ideal situation.

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[baguettehead]

Daughter of who?

- Fred Weasley x reader, Harry Potter x platonic!reader, Sirius Black x daughter!reader

Italics are memories

a/n - In this the Potters were killed when harry was 2 and reader was 4.

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You can remember your first day at Hogwarts easily. The memory slipping into your head as if you’d never forgotten it.  

  The platform was roaring with life, the yelling families and faint cries of mothers watching their children leave before them. It made you nauseous. The nerves and excitement swirling in your stomach like a bad shrimp cocktail made you want to turn around and run, which you would have, had it not been for the firm hand planted on your back. Hearing a deep sigh from above you you followed the hand, to its arm, and finally to the person it was attached too. Remus Lupin, your guardian. You watched as he looked down at you, running a hand through his hair and over his face, “You’re going to be fine” he said bending to reach your eye level.

“i remember my first day of Hogwarts, i was terrified, considered jumping out the train window if i remember correctly” a light chuckle fell past his lips at the last part

“How can you remember something if it was hundreds of years ago?” you retorted

he sent you a deadpanned look, “watch yourself short stack” you laughed lightly as he started to guide you towards the train.

Your nerves rose increasingly and he seemed to sense this “it will all work out” he sighed as he pulled you into a tight hug

“how do you know?” he pulled back just enough to look down at you

“because i won’t have it any other way”.

       You let out a soft chuckle and sighed as you pulled away from him, giving one last hug you boarded the train, waving as you saw his figure disappear. Slowly you found yourself an empty compartment, curling up into the corner by the window and pulling out a book. You must have fallen asleep because the next thing you knew two, rather tall, identical redheads were practically falling through the door and onto the seats. They must not have noticed you because one of them let out a small yelp when he noticed you move

“Blimey i didn’t see you there” he gasped out holding his hand over his chest while the other threw his head back in laughter

“shut up George” he muttered under his breath and the other boy, who you now presumed to be George, attempted to stifle his giggles behind his hand.

You sat up slowly, still leaning on the window behind you

“sorry, terrible manners we must have” he said while motioning towards the boy sitting across from you both “I’m Fred and this is my twin George Weasley” he held out his hand which you took in a firm shake

“Nice to meet you Weasleys” you said now lightly giggling “I’m y/n y/l/n”.

      The rest of that ride is mostly a blur filled with laughter and smiles, but the sorting ceremony is engraved into your head…

   Following the rest of the first years into the great hall, one you’d only ever heard stories about from Rem, Fred pointed out his three brother to you and told you they were in Gryfindoor. In the short amount of time you’d known the twins, you and Fred Weasley were already inseparable, and both of you silently prayed to be in the same house. Fred obviously hoping to be in Gryfindoor with the rest of his family and twin brother, and you, you didn’t know what you wanted. You knew about your father, his unfortunate past, and you sadly had the chance to meet that side of your lineage before moving in with Remus. He had told you countless times that he did not care which house you were placed into, and even though he secretly hoped you would be a Gryfindoor, like him and your father, he knew he would love you just the same no matter what. Standing in the middle of the great hall and watching the other first years as they were placed, Fred and George already being sent to the Gryfindoor table, you could feel a pair of eyes boring into your head. Looking up you met the eyes of one Headmaster Dumbledore, and under his gaze you felt he knew all your secretes, which you didn’t doubt he did. Getting lost in his gaze you didn’t see or hear the ceremony booming around until you were snapped out of your gaze.

      “y/n y/l/n” Professor McGonagal’s voice boomed through the hall cutting the cheers of students short. Feeling your heart stop inside your chest and palms grow sweaty you slowly made your way to the stool and sat.

You felt the hat placed on your head and though you watched many of your peers endure the same treatment the low voice that was emitted still made you jump in your seat.

“Ahhh another Bl- no?” it said as you felt your heart leap into your throat at the idea of your secret spilling less than an hour into your Hogwarts career

“Well this is tricky” it hummed “Slytherin may fit well, its held your past accordingly”

at this you felt your blood boil and you sneered, “they are not my family” you muttered lowly through gritted teeth.

“I do think they would benefit you, snake mates, nevertheless” it continued “you have the brains for Ravenclaw, determination and wit all there, as well as the heart of a Hufflepuff, filled with love yet ready to accept more, but fear clouds you.” you thanked Merlin as it whispered the last part so only you could hear

“You have seen horrors many in this room could not imagine, yet you still open your heart for others, no matter the fear it causes”

the hat paused for what felt like hours but was actually only seconds

“Better be, GRYFINDOOR” the hat roared as a table to your right erupted in cheers and applause. As you sat down in between the twins and were introduced to their brothers you failed to notice the eyes watching you.

 Professor McGonagal could not tear her eyes from you the entire dinner. You looked exactly like your father and it hurt her heart to not only think of what happened to him but the trouble you must have endured in your early youth.

    That day was pure magic, no pun intended. The following year of school was amazing and every night you couldn’t wait to write Remus and tell him of the days happenings. You basked in your youth and enjoyed the twins pranks and mischief, occasionally joining the fun. That is, until Harry Potter came to Hogwarts and you swore to protect him like your father couldn’t. You bonded with Harry quickly and easily, assuming the role of an older sister to the boy, and you loved every second of it. You fawned over him when he became seeker and constantly worried over his health and safety. You hated the Dursleys with a burning passion and simply wanted to take the boy in your arms and tell him everything would be alright. Even if it was a lie.

   It was now your 5th year and chaos broke lose. It started with Sirius Blacks escape from Askaban, a feat thought impossible. Then the dementors on the train, and oh, did i forget to mention that Remus was now your teacher? Yup, he is. You knew why he was doing this, to keep an eye on you. And while you knew the intent to be good, it didn’t reassure you at all. Everywhere you turned there was someone spewing lies and awful words about your father, who you knew was innocent. He may have been taken away when you were 4 but the man you knew could never kill. No one, spare Lupin, knew of your lineage or morbid past, and you planned to keep it that way.

   Sitting in the great hall, surrounded by excitement and amazing food, you couldn’t help but feel less than, and the twins, one in particular, seemed to notice your glum mood. Both twins sat across from you, with Lee Jordan on their right and Ron on their left, while you sat with harry on your right, Hermione next to him.

“Can you believe what they’re saying?” Ron spewed through a mouthful of sausage while he proceeded to shove toast into the mess

“Hogwarts isn’t safe”

Hermione grimaced at the disgusting boy trying to look anywhere but him. “Ron” she said firmly “finish eating before you talk or else my breakfast will be on the table”

Ron shuttered lightly at the though while you and Harry shared glances and laughed

“yeah Ronnikins” George practically purred in a humiliating manner

“that’s not how you get the ladies” Fred finished sending him a wink and a quick glance at you.

You felt a blush rise on your cheeks and quickly looked down, only looking back up when you felt someone nudge your shoulder and you were met with a knowing glance on Harry’s face.

    You and Harry were as close as two people could, you didn’t really even consider yourselves friends anymore. He was your brother and you were his sister. And as far as you two were concerned it had never been any different. You told each other everything and there was not a single secrete kept between the two of you, or so he thought. You felt horrible keeping something so big from him but what were you supposed to do?! Walk up to him in the corridor and calmly say ‘hey Harry i forgot to mention that my father is Sirius Black, you know the guy who wants to kill you, and i grew up with him and the rest of the marauders until Lily and James were brutally murdered, leaving you an orphan, and me in the sinister care of the black family’ Nope. Definitely not.

   Harry never understood why he felt so close you, like you knew him and understand his struggles. Constantly in the lime light that he hated, his life with the Dursleys, and constantly running from something darker than he could imagine. He didn’t know why but he felt like he was home when he was with you, like he was finally safe from everything and could just be. Little did he know you were all too familiar with those struggles.

  You made a face at Harry which made him chuckle and returned to the conversation.

“HE’S BEEN SIGHTED HE’S BEEN SIGHTED” Seamus yelled while running towards your table and throwing the Daily Profit on top of a plate of toast.

“Yorktown!” Hermione exclaimed, “That’s not too far from here”

You felt your breakfast churn in your stomach and you just knew that your face had become 3 shades paler. You quickly stood and ran out of the great hall ignoring the concerned yells of your friends and questioning eyes of others.

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   A loud smack reverberated through the room as a small pile of parchment was thrown in front of you

“i know you knew” Lupin said darkly. His face was more sunken in and deep set than usual, you knew that teaching was going to take a toll on him but seeing him like this hurt your heart.

“What do you mean?” you threw your hands in the air trying to display your confusion “it’s a bit of blank parchment” you said while picking up the pile and throwing back down on the desk.

“stop playing dumb” he practically growled at you and felt a shiver go up your spine.

He was right. You knew why he called you into his office, Harry having told you about the weird encounter he had with Lupin regarding the map. You looked down at your lap, your fingers becoming very interesting. Rem sighed loudly and placed his hands on the desk bending his arms slightly to reach your eye level, you sank further into your seat as he stared. Silence passed between you both until you finally succumbed

“Fine okay!” you yelled lightly “I knew he had it but he was just trying to get to Hogsmead” you said with a light sigh “it’s not that big of a deal” you murmured lightly crossing your arms and slumping down further.

“NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL” Remus practically roared and you jumped in your seat

“THIS COULD LEAD HIM STRAIGHT TO HARRY” he continued “A ONE WAY TICKET IF YOU ASK ME”

“well i didn’t” you whispered to yourself

“what did you just say?” curse his heightened senses.

You slowly looked up to see him boring holes into your eyes, his eyes alight with anger. He closed his eyes, sighing lightly, and you could see some of the anger and tension leave his body

“this could get a lot of people hurt, you know that y/n”

you stood quickly, knocking back the desk in front of you

“HE DIDN’T DO IT” you screamed, face red with anger and heart beating madly.

Remus sighed an sat down on one of the chairs, lazily rubbing his face. You both had had this argument many times, he knew he struck a chord.

“y/n” he sighed “there’s evidence, proof” you scoffed shaking your head in exasperation

“Look” he said firmly “i don’t want to believe it anymore than you do but we have to except the truth”

you turned and went to walk out of the room, not wanting to have this discussion now

“he betrayed them”

you stopped, slowly turning around to face him “No he fucking didn’t” you spat venomously at him knocking a few things off his desk before throwing the door open and leaving.

   You and Remus hadn’t talked since, you avoided his gaze in the great hall and sat silently in the back of his classroom. He attempted to talk to you multiple times but every time you simply huffed and walked away.

  Fred noticed. He knew that you lived with Lupin, as did the golden trio after you showed up at the burrow with him for a Christmas party. They didn’t know the story however, you told them that your parents had died when you were young and Remus was your uncle. You had tried to hide it from the school, not wanting others to think you got special attention (even though you did), but a lunch date you shared was interrupted by Malfoy and the rest is history.

   Malfoy and you had an odd relationship. He knew you were a Black, as you practically lived with him for a short period of time, yet he didn’t tell anyone. You knew why his family didn’t expose you, too ashamed of their dirtied bloodline, but him, he could practically ruin your life with a few simple words yet he didn’t.  

   Fred had tried to ask you about Lupin on multiple occasions but every time you simply brushed it off and ignored him. It wasn’t until he caught you crying in the common in front of the fire one night that you finally told him about the fight. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest and holding you as tight as he could, while you cried into his shoulder and told him everything. You hadn’t meant to of course, but in that moment you felt safe, comfortable, and you split everything. About Sirius and your childhood, living with Lupin, constantly having to hide this part of you, and how much it broke you to hear people talk so horribly of your father and name.

   You hadn’t realized how much you told him until he went silent. His soft coos and words of comfort sizzling out on his tongue. You sat up so quickly, face pale, and in utter disbelief of what you just did. You were sure you had just driven away your closest friend, the boy you loved, he would never want to be seen with you let alone be your friend after this, you ruined everything, hadn’t you? Tears streamed down your face as you stared into his eyes, confusion and sadness evident on his features, while yours screamed fear. You tried to speak, say something, anything, but everything came out in strangled stutters as you stared into the deep brown orbs and got lost in their beauty.

  Fred only stared back. Slowly moving his hand to cup your jaw before pulling you into a kiss. You froze for a moment, utter confusion passing over your features before you felt your body go limp and you melted into him. It was the kind of kiss that took your breathe away, the kind that made you forget everything and just exist. You pulled away, confusion still evident on your features

“why?” you asked quietly

“am i not allowed to kiss my girlfriend” Fred replied, a cocky grin overtaking his lips. To say you were shocked was a bit of an understatement

“I- I- wha- wait, why? Girlfriend?”

you managed to stutter out through your confusion. Fred simply rolled his eyes and pulled you into him once more, this kiss was different, more passionate, like he tried to put all his feelings and words into this kiss, and he did. You pulled back, both breathless

“Girlfriend” you confirmed softly with a bright smile adorning your lips

“why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly, leaning back a bit and pulling you onto his lap

“I-”

you started but looked down at your lap in embarrassment. You felt a hand land on your chin, pulling you to meet his gaze.

Sighing softly you said “I was afraid” you looked into his eyes which begged you to continue “Everyone thinks hes a murderer, i’m the daughter of a murderer”

you finished looking back down at your intertwined legs

“what do you believe?”

your eyes snapped quickly up to his which were full of love and encouragement.

You sighed deeply “Honestly” you started “I don’t know anymore”

  The rest of the night was spent cuddling together, Fred telling you stories of his and Georges adventures, before you fell asleep in the early hours of the morning and Fred carried you to his room where you spent the night together.

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     You went with the golden trio to Hagrid’s, attempting to provide even the smallest ounce of comfort for him, and hid in Harry’s arm when you saw the axe fall and birds cloud the skies.

  After Ron chased Scabbers, well, the night kind of blended together. You saw him on hill, you knew it was him, and you just froze. You’re unsure if he simply didn’t see you or didn’t recognize you, you really hoped the latter. As soon as he dragged Ron through the tree you were hot on their heels and dove right in after them, chasing them through the passageways and into the shrieking shack where you quickly fell beside Ron trying to help him as much as you could. You have no idea how long the two of you where their before you joined by the other two, but seeing your father step out from behind the door knocked all of the breathe from your lungs. He froze for a second, staring into your glossy eyes, before his face was set with determination once again. You screamed as Harry tackled him and ran to pull him off, helping your father to his feet. Harry ran back to the others, all faces displaying shock and hurt, but in that moment you didn’t care. You simply stared into your fathers eyes, tears adorning both of you, staring at the features you once knew before Remus burst into the room. You walked towards the others, hoping to explain, needing to explain, but they all stepped back.

“NO!” Hermione yelled, grabbing the attention of the two men stood behind you

“I trusted you, i trusted you and all this time you’ve been helping him” she exclaimed, her voice laced with hurt, “He’s a werewolf” she told the others turning to look back at them “That’s why he’s been missing classes” your face dropped, you knew what the secrete spilling meant

“How long have you known?” Rem inquires

“Since Snape assigned the essay”

“Well, you really are the brightest witch of your age aren’t you?” Remus stated with a bit of question in his voice

“ENOUGH TALK, REMUS!” Sirius boomed “COME ON, LETS KILL HIM!”

You had never heard your father like this, and it scared you. You immediately ran to stand in front of the younger three attempting to shield them with your body

“Wait!” Remus yelled, seeing the fear in your eyes

“I DID MY WAITING” Sirius’s voice echoed through the house “12 YEARS OF IT, IN AZKABAN!”

“Whats going on” you asked, your voice wavering slightly

“Very well, kill him” Remus stated calmly

fear, shock, and betrayal ran through your body as you desperately tried to shield the younger kids behind you. Doing everything you could to protect them as Sirius advanced on you

“But wait one more minute” he said and Sirius stopped in his tracks, looking back at Remus “They have the right to know why”

“I know why” Harry said firmly stepping from behind you “You betrayed my parents! You’re the reason their dead!” He bellowed

You shook your head as tears fell down your face, not wanting to believe this. That the man you called your father could be the reason that the two people who helped raise you were dead

“no, no , no” you muttered softly as you began to pace lightly

“It wasn’t him” Remus stated and your head snapped up quickly, meeting his apologetic, yet firm, gaze “Somebody did betray your parents… somebody who, until quite recently, i believed to be dead”

“who was it then?” you said as you stepped up next to Harry, grabbing his hand and sending his a firm look, you felt him squeeze your hand tightly

“PETER PETTIGREW” Sirius laughed “And hes in this room! Right now!”

“WHAT” you yelled as your eyes went wide, frantically scanning the room

“Come out, come out Peter” he mocked while stepping towards Ron “Come out, come out and play” he extended the last syllable until his wand was flown from his hand and a sudden figure at the door drew everyone’s attention

Snape

“Vengeance is so sweet” he spit venomously “How i hoped i’d be the one to catch you”

“Severus…” Sirius started

“I told Dumbledore you were helping an old friend into the castle, here’s the proof” he chuckled airily

“Brilliant Snape” Sirius mocked and rolled his eyes “You’ve put your keen mind to the task and come to the wrong conclusion” he forced a laugh “If you’ll excuse us, Remus and i have business..” he trailed off looking towards Ron “To attend too”

“Give me a reason, i beg you” Snape spit harshly pushing his wand into Sirius’s face

“Don’t be a fool” Remus sighed

“He can’t help it” Sirius laughed “It’s habit”

“Be quite” Remus groaned

“Be quite yourself!” Sirius spit back

“You too” Snape mocked “Quarreling like an old married couple”

“Run along and play with your chemistry set!” Sirius told him

Snape only pushed his wand further into Sirius’s face, his expression growing grim “I could do it you know?” Snape inquired “But why deny the dementors? They’re so longing to see you”

All the light drained from Sirius’s eyes, his face going pale

Your eyes grew wide and your stomach churned, you had only gotten your father back and you weren’t prepared to loose him, not without some explanation and maybe a nice cup of tea

“Do i detect a flicker of fear?” Snape mocked then looked back towards you “Your precious daughter definitely seems shaken”

Your eyes grew even wider, if that was possible, and all eyes flashed on you. You didn’t want to imagine the looks on your friends faces

“Oh” Snape cooed “Your little friends here and” an amused shock spread through his face “even precious Potter didn’t know your little secrete” he smiled

If looks could kill, the shrieking shack would become even more haunted

“A dementors kiss” Snape sneered while looking back towards Sirius “One can only imagine what that must be like”

You clung even tighter to Harry as you heard your father let out a small whimper of fear

“It’s said to be nearly unbearable to witness, but i’ll do my best” he smiled

“Severus, please” Remus almost begged stepping towards the two but Snape only pointed his wand towards him before returning it to Sirius

“After you” He gestured towards the door keeping a firm grip on Sirius’s shirt

They started walking towards the door and before you could think you screamed “STUPIFY” and sent Snape flying backwards where he landed on an old bed producing a cloud of dust.

“y/n! What did you just do!” Ron yelled

“You attacked a teacher” Hermione said in disbelief

Harry just stood beside you, keeping a firm hold on him the whole time

“TELL ME THE TRUTH” You screeched, wand still held up

Remus sighed “You met him y/n, we thought he was our friend!” he said locking eyes with you

“No!” Harry said looking between you two “Pettigrews dead. You killed him!”

“I though so too, until you-”

“The map” you muttered in slight disbelief, Remus nodding his head

“The- The map was lying then!” Harry cried

“The map never lies” You and Sirius stated at the same time before looking at one another

“Pettigrew’s alive!” Sirius yelled, never breaking eye contact with you “And he’s right there!” he said breaking eye contact and pointing towards Ron

“Me?! He’s mental” Ron screamed frantically trying to scoot away

“Not you!” Sirius deadpanned “Your rat!”

“Scabbers?” Ron asked in disbelief “He’s been in my family for…”

“Twelve years?” Sirius cut him off “Curiously long life for a common garden rat! And he’s missing a toe, isn’t he?”

“so what?” Ron exclaimed hugging his rat closer to him

“Wormtail” You muttered, everything falling into place

Remus nodded towards you

“Dirty coward cut it off so everyone would think he was dead, then he transformed into a rat!” Sirius laughed humorlessly

“Give it to me Ron” You stated firmly as you advanced on Ron and grabbed the rat from him

“What are you going to do to him!?” he cried “Scabbers! Leave him alone! Get off him!”

you ignored his cries as you handed the rat over to your father. He proceeded to place him on the piano, firing off spells as the rat ran and tried to hide before he was transfigured back into Peter Pettigrew.

“Remus, Sirius!” he exclaimed “My old friends!” he yelled as he attempted to run but they blocked his path

“Harry! Look at you” he chimed in fake disbelief walking towards the boy “You look so much like your father! Like James! We were the best of friends-”

You pushed in between the two cutting off Pettigrews cry for mercy and pushing him away from you both

“Get away from him” you sneered

“y/n” he cooed “Look at you” he said stepping towards you “Your such a lady, so grown up! I remember when you were so small” He began but Sirius quickly grabbed the back of his coat and pulled him away from you and onto the floor

“How dare you speak to them!” He bellowed louder than you’ve ever him before “When your the reason James and Lily were killed” he spat as he walked towards to cowering man on the floor “ YOUR THE REASON I MISSED MY CHILDS LIFE!” he screamed in the mans face

“I didn’t mean to!” he cried “The Dark Lord. You have no idea the weapons he possesses. Ask yourself Sirius!” he exclaimed “What would you have done” he now begged on his knees

“I WOULD HAVE DIED!” Sirius stated “I WOULD HAVE DIED, RATHER THAN BETRAY MY FRIENDS” Pettigrew whimpered under his words and crawled on his knees towards you and Harry

“Harry!” he begged pulling on his trousers “James wouldn’t have wanted me killed!” he pleaded with Harry before turning to you “Don’t you remember” he begged “It’s still me, Uncle Peter!!” you felt tears sting your eyes as you remembered the man you once knew “We, we used to play games. We had fun together!” You kicked him off you and pulled Harry back and away from the pathetic excuse of a man in front of you

“That man died a long time ago and was replaced with you” you spat “A pathetic excuse of a man” you said slowly as he cried

Remus and Sirius raised their wands before Harry jumped before Pettigrew screaming “NO”

You looked towards Harry, sharing a quick look before nodding and stepping up beside him

“This man…” Remus stated

“I know what he is” Harry stated

“But we’ll take him to the castle” you finished looking between Remus and Sirius

“Bless you! Both of you oh bless you” Pettigrew cried clinging to you both

“Get off me” you kicked him off you “we said we’d take you to the castle”

“After that, the dementors can have you” Harry finished as Pettigrews face dropped and he began to cry

Remus kept Pettigrew at wand point and walked him out of the shack while Harry and Hermione helped Ron out

“Reckon that bite hurts quite a bit” Sirius said as Ron sent him a glare “I’m really sorry, but in my defense i was going after the rat” He said and you chuckled a bit drawing his attention. You walked out of the tree in silence, not really knowing what to say. As soon as you came out of the tree you were engulfed in a hug

“I prayed and prayed that i would get to see you” he spoke into your hair “you know” he started as he pulled away from you just enough to see your face but still able to hold you “you are the one thing that got me through that hell hold” you chuckled watery as tears streamed down your face. He wiped your face with his hands

“when this is all over” he said “you, me, and harry. We’ll all get a house together, somewhere nice, on the water. What do you say” you smiled brightly

“I’d like that” you said happily, looking forward to the future

You both shared another teary hug before all hell broke loose

You rushed towards Remus as he started his transformation “Remus come one, please, please, please” you begged as you threw yourself towards him “You know who i am, you know me, its y/n, its y/n, your Remus Lupin, you raised me” you kept trying, desperately trying to get him to recognize you, but it was too late. Before you knew it you were thrown back and everything went black.

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You woke in the hospital wing 2 days later. As soon as you opened your eyes you felt a body fling itself onto you and hug you like they’d never hug you again. Fred Weasley, you’d know that bright red hair and the smell of mahogany and gunpowder anywhere.

“I thought i lost you, oh Merlin, they brought you in and there was blood and you were unconscious and i was so scared” he said so quickly you almost didn’t catch it, and before you could reply he pulled you in for a long kiss

“Oh Merlin!” George exclaimed “Not in front of me, not in front of me!” he cried covering his eyes

You and Fred both laughed before you pushed him off you and George pulled you in for a hug. You both laughed as Fred sat down grumpily pouting like a 3 year old.

“come here” you muttered pulling back the blankets and scooting over enough for Fred to climb in next to you. He sat behind you and pulled you into his chest, his arms encircling your waist, and you melted into chest. George sat on the chair next to your bed.

“So what happened?” George asked after several minutes of comfortable silence

You laughed lightly before snuggling into Fred’s chest and divulging into the story. You told George about your father and past, told them both about Scabbers, or Peter Pettigrew, about the shrieking shack and Sirius, you even told them about Snape. When you finished you took a deep breath trying to get some air back in your lungs, and when you looked up you noted the shock on the twins faces.

There were a few paces of silence before you broke out laughing.

“Blimey y/n” George said

“All that happened?” Fred said

“You hexed a teacher?!” George practically yelled

“Merlin George say is louder will you” you laughed as you tried to shush him “Sooooo, what did you guys do?” you asked

“Nothing as cool as that i can assure you” Fred muttered leaning down to press a kiss to your hair. You chuckled softly

“doesn’t matter” you said lazily as you closed your eyes and snuggled deeper into Fred’s chest “I wanna hear about it”

The twins fell into story about their mischief and pranks as you laughed lightly. You fell asleep quickly, the twins story falling on deaf ears as you fell into the land of dreams.

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#harry potter #harry potter fic #harry potter fanfiction #fred wealsey x reader #weasley x reader #harry potter movie #harry potter book #weasley twins #sirius black #fred weasley #george weasley

[cosmicjoke]

Levi and Zeke:  Their similarities and the Fundamental differences between Them:

I’ve recently been having a discussion with @ourmondobongo, and it’s spurred me to want to kind of analyze further the fundamental and philosophical differences between Levi and Zeke.  I know I’ve gone into this thoroughly already, but my discussion with ourmondobongo has really made me want to delve in even deeper.  First though, let me thank them for, as always, inspiring such insightful discussion among the fan base!

Some really interesting ideas were posted here, about Zeke’s experiences growing up in Liberio informing his world view and his views on the worth, or rather, lack thereof, in human life.   ourmondobongo suggested that, because of Zeke’s experiences with his parents, utilizing him as a tool for the Resistance, and his subsequent utilization by the Marlyean army as a tool of war, it ended up warping his perception, and influencing him to believe that all human life is inherently worthless unless it can be molded into a tool or a weapon to further some goal.  I agree with this interpretation of Zeke’s mindset and what shaped it.  This is undoubtedly how Zeke views the world, and humanity as a whole, and he’s deemed, because of his own suffering, brought about by his experiences affirming this world view, that life is not worth living.  Because he sees life as without value unless one can make themselves useful in some way, in his view, the suffering inherent in that makes life fundamentally pointless and meaningless and not worth the effort.

Now, where I diverge slightly from ourmondobongo’s view on this is in relation to Zeke’s influence upon Levi in the final arc, or rather, what they say about Zeke’s philosophy overriding or undercutting Levi’s own.  They said that Levi’s belief in an intrinsic value in human life is bombarded and undermined during the final arc of SnK, Zeke’s own belief in the worthlessness of human life being affirmed to him again and again by the chaos and destruction around them, the rightness of his philosophy and belief that this sort of destruction can only stop with the eradication of the Eldian people being confirmed.  But see, the thing is, I don’t think Zeke is at all showing Levi something new, or something which he hasn’t already known all his life.

Zeke claims that his experiences in life make him uniquely suited to understanding the conflict between Eldian’s and Marleyeans, and that his experiences make him uniquely capable of knowing how to solve that conflict.  But Zeke is nothing if not a unfailingly self-centered egotist, someone driven purely by selfish, egotistical viewpoints, unable and unwilling to perceive anything outside of his limited world view.  His life ISN’T unique, his experiences AREN’T unique.  They’re, first of all, shared by every single Eldian on both Marley and in other countries around the world.  Further, and more importantly to the point I’m about to make, they’re shared by Levi.  

Zeke grew up being treated and regarded as a second-class citizen, relegated to a limited area, an internment zone, which he wasn’t allowed to leave unless given direct permission by the powers that be, and regarded as something less than human by the people of Marley.  Well, these are all things Levi himself experienced growing up too, and, I would argue, to an even more extreme degree than Zeke.

Levi grew up in the Underground, a sprawling, subterranean city filled with the so called “dregs of society”.  A place where the poor, the persecuted, the sick, the dying, the deviant and the criminal were either forced to flee to, or more unfortunate still, were born into.  All this underneath the Capital of Paradis, Sina, the richest, most exclusive district inside the Walls.  A place where the elite of society lived and worked and raised their families in wealth and luxury.  The irony of the poorest, most poverty stricken area inside the Walls being directly beneath the richest, most affluent area inside the Walls can’t be overstated.  

Perhaps most relevant to note in this comparison between Zeke’s experience growing up in an internment zone and Levi’s growing up in the Underground, is that the people of the Underground were not only considered second-class citizens, but relegated to something even below that, considered not citizens at all.  They were literally denied citizenship within all areas above ground, within the Walls, and if they somehow managed to make it to the surface, and were found out, they would be promptly deported back to the Underground, where they would continue to be denied any and all rights given to the people up above.  And, it can be easily argued, that the people of the Underground were treated in many ways significantly worse than the Eldian’s inside the interment zone in Liberio.  The people of Liberio seemed relatively well provided for, able to find work, able to earn a living, able to have homes for their families and put food on the table, essentially allowed a sustainable and comfortable life, if one burdened by outside prejudice.  They weren’t made to live in squalor.  Largely, no doubt, because they were seen as an unwanted, but useful resource for the Marleyean government.  The people of the Underground were provided no such provisions.  They were viewed as simple refuse, society’s unwanted and unneeded surplus.  Poverty and depravation ran rampant in the Underground, a lack of resources and support from above resulting in high crime rates and desperation, to things like murder, prostitution, violence and other sorts of criminality.  Further, leading to things like rampant orphaning of children, likely due to starvation and disease claiming the lives of parents, etc...  It was a place literally cut off from the sun, a world of perpetual darkness, sickness, poverty and dire straits.  They received no aid or support from above, were not provided any of the benefits or privileges of the people on the surface, were not offered any sort of path to success, or betterment of their lives.  They were just plainly rejected and left to the whims of fate.  This alone makes it a more difficult and desperate place than the interment zones of Liberio, for even there the Eldian’s were given opportunities to improve their lives through the Warrior Unit programs.  

You might try to point out that Zeke’s experience differs from Levi’s in how he was taught that he, and on his assumption, every other Eldian, would only ever be seen and treated as a tool to be used for some greater gain, and that Levi, at least, had the love of his mother, and Kenny to show him the ropes of how to survive in a place as ruthless as the Underground, and so Levi couldn’t possibly understand what it means, the way Zeke does, to be seen as a tool, or to be deemed worthless outside of ones utility.  But I would counter this simply, by saying that Levi grew up, spent the first, several years of his life, in a brothel, where the very mother who loved him also worked as a whore.  Through this experience alone, it can be easily assumed that Levi was exposed to repeated instances of his mother being EXACTLY used as a tool, as an object who’s sole purpose was to give men pleasure.  From his birth, then, Levi was exposed and taught the brutal lesson that the sole most important person in his life, his mother, the one person we can assume was the only positive influence and relationship he had, for the first, several years of his life, was seen and treated by everyone else as nothing more than a tool for their basest and most perverse satisfaction.  I can scarcely imagine a more horrific or cruel example of a young child being taught the same lesson Zeke seems to think is unique to him alone, that people’s lives are worthless outside of what use they can provide for someone or something else.  Beyond that, Levi was again forced to face a situation in which he and his two, closest friends in Furlan and Isabel were used as tools by other people, recruited by Lobov to kill Erwin and retrieve from him an incriminating document, promised, if they succeeded, citizenship above and a handsome payday, only to find out later the entire scenario had been set up by Erwin himself to press Levi and his friends into military service, to be used as tools in the fight against the Titans.  Both of these are prime examples of Levi being faced with the lesson that he and those he cared about were seen by people above ground as nothing more than tools, to be used at their disposal.  So this was a concept Levi was already well acquainted with by the time Zeke showed up, a merciless lesson in the harshness, violence, brutality and suffering of life.  Zeke didn’t experience anything Levi didn’t in turn, and in many ways, with greater extremity.  

Anyone trying to claim, also, that Zeke had no positive influences in his life like Levi did would be wrong.  Zeke had Mr. Ksavar, for one, and his grandparents, for another.  Mr. Ksavar asked nothing of Zeke, merely showed care and concern for him, and a desire to spend time with him, playing catch.  It was Zeke who offered to inherit the Beast Titan from Mr. Ksavar, not something forced on him.  And while Zeke’s grandparents may have tried to enforce Marleyean history on him in regards to the Eldian’s, they did so out of love for him, in a misguided attempt to PROTECT him, because they cared, not because they were trying to use him in any way.  

My point in talking about all of this is to draw a parallel between Zeke’s life, and Levi’s, and then to demonstrate how, despite deeply similar life experiences, the two of them diverge in vital and fundamental ways which, more than anything, can only be attributed to their strengths of character and natural inclinations as people.

Essentially, the gist of my argument is this.  Zeke is a bad person.  Levi is a good person.  And there can be no excuses, or influencing factors found in either of their lives to credit for the way either of them turned out, other than themselves, other than their own natures.

Because Zeke let his life experiences twist him into a heartless, emotionless, unfeeling sociopath who murders other people without remorse, and regards other human lives as meaningless, worthless trash, expendable and disposable as a means to his own ends.  He let his experiences in life serve as an EXCUSE for his natural cruelty.  He chose to view the lives of others only through the prism of his own experiences, and cast a judgment upon the worth of those other lives.  The true reveal of Zeke’s megalomaniacal egotism is in how he finds himself unable to separate the lives of others from his own.  In how he’s unable to view the lives of others as anything other than an extension of his own existence.  Because he deems his own life worthless, then so too must be the lives of everyone else.

Levi, then, is perfectly his opposite.  It isn’t because of Levi’s life experiences that he’s turned out the way he is.  It is IN SPITE of his life experiences that he has.  Everything Levi’s ever experienced in his life, according to Zeke’s philosophy, should have turned him into a monster.  He should have come out of the Underground a sociopathic, unfeeling, brutally uncaring and violent man, ready to take from and use others for nothing more than his own, personal gain, because that was the lesson his life had taught him.  Because that was what he’d been shown over and over again.  That life is cruel, and ruthless, and uncompromising in its unfairness, and that to live is to suffer.  And yet, Levi came out of the Underground with a greater capacity for compassion, feeling, love and kindness than any other character in SnK.  He continually and routinely, throughout the series, demonstrates an incredible empathy, consideration, sympathy, generosity and understanding for other people.  He is immensely accepting and nonjudgmental, and always, always goes out of his way to express gratitude towards others for their own sacrifices and efforts.  He does his absolute best to protect the lives of others, constantly putting his own at risk to help others live, constantly putting his own at risk to save whoever he can.  Constantly and consistently, Levi places the lives of others above his own in terms of worth.

And here’s the thing that makes Levi most remarkable of all.  The thing which demonstrates beyond any shadow of a doubt the immense strength of his character.  Levi very well knows that life is cruel, that life is brutal, that life is unfair, and that often people die for no damned good reason at all, that they suffer for no reason at all.  He very well knows that people are breathtakingly cruel and terrible to one another, that people treat one another in unspeakably horrific and unforgivable ways.  He very well knows that the dream of a lasting and peaceful world, a lasting peace between humans, is nothing more than a pipe dream, an unrealistic, unattainable ideal.  A fancy only a child should genuinely be able to believe in.  And yet, once again, despite KNOWING this, despite every lesson and experience in his life impressing this awful reality upon him again and again and again, Levi still does everything within his limited power to ease the suffering of others, to improve their lives, to protect them and show them kindness, to help in any way he can, whichever way he’s able.  Despite knowing the futility of life, the pointlessness of suffering, the injustice of other people’s cruelty, despite knowing these things INTIMATELY, Levi still has in him an open, generous, kind and caring heart.  Levi still has in him a deep, unending well of compassion and an unwavering desire to protect and better the lives of all the people around him.  It isn’t even Levi’s own dream that he fights for, it is the dreams of OTHERS that he fights for.  He can’t ever fully embrace this notion of a peaceful existence, free of violence and deprivation and cruelty, because he knows too well the way of the world.  He’s been too mired in the indifferent reality of nature and the human condition to ever, really believe it.  But in spite of that, IN SPITE OF IT, he fights to protect that dream and belief that others carry, that others strive towards, that others commit themselves to.  He gives everything he has, every piece of himself, to protect a dream that he himself can’t even fully believe in, and for no reason more than that it is something which gives others hope, something which gives other’s a sense of purpose, something which one day, possibly, however slim the chance, might come to pass.  

It is all in spite of Levi’s experiences in life, all in spite of his weary and cynical understanding of the world and the people in it, that Levi commits himself to kindness, compassion and the chance to help others, in whatever ways he can, even as he knows deep down the ultimate futility in it, even as he knows his own, relative powerlessness in the face of nature’s unyielding and uncaring apathy. 

And that really is the fundamental difference between Levi and Zeke.  Two men who have experienced such similar lives, and who have learned early on their lives the cruelties of existing in this world, but one who reacts to those cruelties with defiance and courageous opposition, standing in the face of overwhelming odds, while the other yields to it and lets it excuse his cruelty in turn, bowing to its power and letting it consume him. 

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #Levi Ackerman #zeke yeager #meta #thoughts

[millysaurusrex]

Oath

Ash falls from the sky and Arya can’t help but think of how it looks like snow. White and pure as it coats all around her. If she wanted, she could imagine she is in Winterfell, in the summer snows, laughing with her brothers as they tossed snowballs at a scandalized Sansa, with mother and father laughing. But, she is not in the north and mother and father and Rickon and Robb are gone. She is in King’s Landing, or perhaps one of the seven hells, and she leans against the stone wall as smoke and ash blanket the city streets around her. 

How had she gotten here? She wasn’t quite sure she remembered. Sandor. She remembered the Hound marching with her into the Red Keep. Remembers him stopping her, begging her. Live. Live. Choosing to live. 

Then chaos.

Screams of men, women and children burning alive echo in the air, still warm from dragonfire. Swords. She can still hear swords. Men shouting. Death. She thought the House of Black and White had shown her death, but here in King’s Landing is the temple of death. Where father died. Where her sister’s innocence died. Where all men died. 

Valar morghulis.

But, like this? If this was the God of Death’s plan, well -

She yelps as she’s pulled from the alleyway. A chainmail fist knocks into her her face splitting her lip, and thrusts her against the corner of the wall. More blood rushes down her face, but she grabs Needle, swings it around to meet the Lannister soldier’s sword. He looks manic. Primal, like an animal. He’s screaming at her, slamming his sword down over and over. 

He is not particularly strong and any other day, Arya could have easily overpowered him. But she’s lost so much blood already, and her lungs hurt with the taste of ash and smoke. Anger - or fear - have strengthened the Lannister man, and he catches her with his sword, ripping into her side. It stings as sweat and dirt seep into the wound, but she doesn’t stop. She isn’t going to die here in King’s Landing. Not when she promised the Hound she’d chose life. Not today.

Her muscles ache but she meets each of his blows, counters them, hits him with all her strength. He kicks her hard in the chest and she stumbles back. Needle slips from her hand. She’s quick though, and she reaches for her discarded sword. But then there is a sudden sickening crunch of bone, and the Lannister soldier falls dead to the ground. His skull is mush in his helmet, blood pooling into the dirt below. 

Arya glances up and her breath catches in her throat, because she did not expect this. He’s as tall and as broad as he’s always been, but he looks different, and she isn’t sure if it’s because he’s covered in dirt, blood and ash, or if its because of the stag sigil stitched into much finer leather armor than he’s ever worn. 

He knocks his war hammer into his left hand and offers her his right, pulling her up with ease. She opens her mouth to thank him, to maybe quip sardonically that she had the guy, the way she might have when they were two children on the run. But, the words die in her throat because he’s pulled her to him, embracing her in a one armed hug. 

It feels good which is ridiculous because they’re standing in the middle of a massacre, but she allows herself, just for a second, to revel in the feeling of his arm around her.

The moment is over as quickly as it began, as a voice calls, “Lord Gendry.” 

She notices them then, a small circle of soldiers circle them, on guard for another Lannister or maybe a dragon. They bear the same stag sigil Gendry wears. Stormlanders. His men.

The thought of Gendry with his own men is almost laughable, and if the world wasn’t ending right now she might have, but Gendry pulls away from her and nods. “They’re burning the city down. The dragon queen’s army, they’ve...” he visibly swallows and she ridiculously wants to reach out and touch that place on his throat. Perhaps she’s delirious from the blood loss, but his words snap her to. She saw what the dragon queen’s army did. Saw what the northmen did. Did he -

“No one is massacring anyone on my watch,” Gendry says, as if reading her mind because of course he knows what she’s thinking. She smiles fondly and glances at his men.

“The gates of the city are blocked. We’ll have to find another way out.”

Gendry nods again, grips his hammer and says, “There is another way. Follow me.”

And his men don’t hesitate to follow. They follow him the way northmen followed father. The way they follow Jon. And Gendry is every bit a lord then. A storm lord. Perhaps, a rightful heir to the throne in another life. 

You will marry a king and rule his castle...

She smiles at the memory. That’s not her. But, that’s also not him. He is Gendry, lord or not, and he’s followed her enough. She will follow him now.

**

Jon killed the dragon queen. Put a sword into her heart as they embraced. Or so she’s heard. It must be true, because the surviving dragon is nowhere to be seen, and neither is Jon.

She wanted to march into the dungeons where he was being held, dare her army captain to even try and stop her from rescuing her brother - cousin, but she doesn’t. Jon has chosen his fate. So has she.

She sits in the tent and cleans her sword. There is no need for battle right now, but she does it all the same. It calms her mind. 

The city had nearly burnt to the ground with all it’s people in it. The dragon queen had taken the iron throne with fire and blood. Arya snorts. Old nan always said that history has a nasty way of repeating itself. 

The tent pulls open then and Gendry makes his way in. He’s managed to clean his face a bit, but his leathers are still caked in ash and blood. In an odd way, it’s fitting. She wonders briefly if this was how his father might have looked, many moons ago. Tall, strong, dangerous. Handsome even.

“They’re looking for you,” he says, and she doesn’t need to ask. She’s in charge of what’s left of the Stark army now that Jon is incapacitated and Sansa’s in the north. 

“They can wait,” she responds. 

Gendry only nods and makes his way across the tent. She watches him as he rifles through a stack of letters on the makeshift desk and rolls her eyes. She didn’t realize he could read. 

If he can, he must not understand what is in the scroll, because his face scrunches up the way it always does when he’s thinking hard, and it has her sighing and sheathing Needle before making her way over to him. She places out a hand and raises a brow.

Gendry rolls his eyes and huffs. “I’ve been a bloody lord for all of two moons. Haven’t really had time to learn the little things, now have I?”

Arya shakes her head, unimpressed. “You’ll have to do better than that, if you plan to rule a castle, Lord Baratheon.” It’s teasing, and it gets the proper response, because he’s smiling back at her, the first smile she’s seen since that freezing night in Winterfell.

“Yeah, Lord Baratheon. Can’t order me around now, can you, Lady Stark?”

“I never order you around.”

That earns a full chuckle form him. The sound is gentle, like music after all the screams and death.

“You’ve been a pain in my ass ever since we met. How’d you think I knew you were a rich girl? Always so bossy.”

She laughs, too, and it feels strange to be laughing in a place like this. After what they’ve just witnessed. 

“Now you’re the one bossing around men.” 

Gendry sighs. “Don’t bloody know why. I’m no war strategist. I’ve never lead anyone into anything before, much less a war. Felt like an idiot trying to convince a bunch of men I’d never met before follow me into battle under orders of a queen they didn’t acknowledge.”

“But they followed you,” She adds.

“Aye, some.” He runs a hand down his face and looks exhausted. She supposes they all are. “Not sure why they did it either.”

“I told you, you make a wonderful lord.”

He pauses and looks at her and she steels herself because this is it, this is when they’re going to discuss what happened in the Winterfell grain store what seems like ages ago.

“Aye, a wonderful lord. But, still an idiot.” He sighs again before falling heavily into a chair at the desk. “What I said that night...it was stupid. All these years, I’d like to fancy that I knew you better than I’d known anyone. You’re no lady, and you’d certainly never be mine.” 

She doesn’t speak. Doesn’t trust herself to say a word. She just kneels before him, touches his face the way she did that night. She studies him, taking in the new scars that litter his face. There’s one above his eyebrow, identical to hers, and dried blood crusts there. There’s another one on the left side of his jaw, deeper and still an angry red. She runs her finger along it gently, and he shivers beneath the touch.

“Arya,” its a whisper, almost a prayer, and she tilts her head up, kisses his sweetly. She won’t say it. She’s never been good at words. But, she tells him all the same, as she deepens the kiss, spilling all of the words and feelings that would never come out right if she tried. It is a confession. A proposal. An oath. But, he understands. He’s always understood.

He knows her better than anyone else.

#gendry x arya #gendrya #not sure where this came from #I need more gendrya in my life #sorry if this was crap

[chatonne-rousse]

Three Kids and a Hamster

This was my contribution to the @adrienettezine.  I joined the zine as a beta and ended up as a pinch hitter - this sweet little fluffy story was the result.  I hope you enjoy it!  I just love these two so much.

Read it on Ao3 here.

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The same full moon that lit their way over rooftops and across the Seine an hour before shines through the hatch above the bed, illuminating their entwined legs in its gentle glow and casting shadows on the room below. Even if she weren't tucked beneath his arm with her cheek against his chest, this would be a place of perfect peace, awash in a sense of rightness and comfort and home. It makes his chest constrict all of a sudden, his next inhale a sharp shudder that rouses her immediately from near-sleep.

"You okay, Chaton?" she murmurs, eyes wide and worried.

He reassures her with a soft, genuine smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...thinking."

Bending forward to press a kiss to her forehead, he pulls her back down to his chest and starts up a purr for her. The breathy giggle he gets in return is always worth the twinge of embarrassment and the weird tickle in his throat.

"About what?"

The purr dies down, replaced with a contented hum. "How much I love you, of course, Princess. What else?"

As expected, she swats him playfully and laughs, but a moment later he feels her hand stretch across his torso as she cuddles closer into his side.

"I mean it," she whispers into his shirt. "Your breathing got all weird. What's wrong?"

"Bugaboo, you know you take my breath away!"

"Adrien."

Her voice is all no-nonsense Ladybug, but it just makes him grin wider.

"I'm actually not kitten, Marinette."

She groans and lifts her head again but when she meets his gaze after an exaggerated eye roll, her features soften in response to his. She begins to duck her head shyly before changing course and pressing her lips to his instead, soft and sweet and warm. His eyes slip shut and he melts beneath her, his ever-romantic heart singing her name over and over in a three-beat cadence.

"I love you, too," she whispers against his lips, finally breaking away after a long, slow kiss that leaves them both breathless.

After a quick kiss at the corner of his mouth and another on his jaw, she settles back into the crook of his neck, her breath warm and tickly and perfect against his skin.

Logically, he knows he needs to transform and head home, but the stark difference between his bedroom prison and Marinette's warmth is enough to keep him here just a little longer, stretching time and tempting fate.

Wouldn't it be wonderful, he thinks, as the sleepy calm drifts over them once more, to stay here forever, just like this?

He imagines waking up this way, morning breath and snoring kwamis and a warm tangle of limbs illuminated by a new day's dawnlight instead of the quiet moon. Perhaps there would be a purring cat asleep on the bed with them. And one day, maybe, he'd wake to find a toddler who had crawled up onto the bed and wriggled between them in the night to be close to maman and papa. A family. His heart squeezes with emotion again, but he keeps his breathing steady and Marinette doesn't seem to notice this time.

Dreaming of what the future might hold seems like an extravagant luxury in a world where a supervillain regularly terrorizes Paris and threatens to rend the very fabric of the universe and its delicate balance. Then again, isn't that all the more reason to dream?

Even with the freedom being Chat Noir grants him, the responsibility of avoiding that fate is a heavy weight across his shoulders, and a far more cumbersome yoke on his Lady's. Imagining a day when they can transform for fun instead of necessity, cook dinner together, fall asleep just like this, and not have to wonder if an akuma alert will rouse them before the sun—well, that just makes him fight each battle harder and despise Hawkmoth that much more. After all, the fate of humanity includes the fate of Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng, too.

Her fingers glide feather-light at his wrist, so he knows she's still awake, and before he can think twice about it, he's murmuring a question into the dark.

"Hey, Bug?" He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Do you ever think about...the future?"

Her hand stops its gentle, soothing motion against his arm, and he misses the feeling immediately.

"After we defeat Hawkmoth, or...?" she trails off.

"That could happen tomorrow, so let's start with tomorrow and go from there."

She resumes her caress, though this time her hand trails higher, up and under his t-shirt sleeve to the warm skin of his bicep. He smiles against her hair and hugs his heat-seeking little bug tighter.

"Well, tomorrow we have a calculus test, then you have a piano lesson after school. I really didn't plan anything beyond that, but if we're going to squeeze in an epic final battle with Hawkmoth, I suppose I should work on my history project at lunch to get ahead."

"Cheeky bug!" He tickles her in retaliation, and she giggles into his chest. "I was being serious!"

"I know, Minou." She laughs for another moment but says nothing more.

He waits through one deep breath, then two, before he whispers her name, questioning, against her hair.

She cranes her neck to look up at him, her gaze shy but warm. "It's just...can I be weird?"

Ah, that explains her reticence. The delighted half-smile that crosses his face is pure Chat Noir, but he can't help it. He loves this.

"Of course, My Lady. Always."

Five months and four days ago (yes, he's counting—it was the greatest day of his life, so far), after more than three years of superhero partnership and civilian friendship, an unplanned reveal, and the awkward nine day aftermath (yes, he counted—it was awful), they'd finally made it official. Adrien and Marinette had, at least. Ladynoir was still under wraps for now to avoid suspicion, but he looked forward to the day when a real kiss they could both remember would grace the front page of the Ladyblog.

At the beginning, between blissful kisses and timid touches, they'd taken the time to really get to know each other—with no secrets between them, a whole, beautiful picture emerged. It was amazing and thrilling and freeing. It was also a bit embarrassing.

She'd seen him in his Ladybug pajamas one evening when she'd stopped by his bedroom for an unplanned visit. Another afternoon, he'd opened a drawer in her room looking for a pen and discovered approximately two dozen photos of himself looking back at him. Plagg had unceremoniously dropped Adrien's Ladybug and Chat Noir action figures onto Marinette's lap while they watched a movie and proceeded to tell her that Adrien sometimes played with his dolls and made them kiss. He'd never been so mortified in his life (and he once fought an akuma wearing a banana costume, so that was saying something), especially when Marinette had laughed until she cried.

He'd have sentenced the tiny magical agent of chaos to eating Velveeta for a week if Marinette hadn't caught her breath, removed his hands from his beet-red face, and kissed him silly.

Afterward, lovestruck, he'd asked, "So I'm not...weird?"

Cheeks still stained with the sweetest blush, eyes soft and bright and full of love, she'd responded, "Of course you are, kitty. I already knew that," and kissed him again for good measure. "It's a good thing your Lady is just as weird."

And just like that, it was okay. His pajamas, her photo collection, his action figures, her calendar.

Can I be weird? preceded his admission of being unable to sleep if his Marinette lucky charm wasn't beneath his pillow. It was asked before he learned she slept with her handmade Chat Noir plushie beside her every night.

The question is rhetorical, of course. Permission to be weird is simply indemnity from embarrassment, a solemn vow of understanding between them. It's been the lead-in to many shared secrets and it still gives him a little thrill every time, just knowing that he's about to learn another closely-held tidbit about his Lady.

Tonight, he's especially curious—the question he asked was about the future, after all.

"I used to think about it a lot," she begins quietly. "And I mean, a lot. I'm a planner, you know."

Oh, he knows. Thank goodness one of them is.

"You've seen my sketchbook. You saw my wedding dress designs and all your possible matching tuxes. Alya's dress and Nino's suit..."

"And they were beautiful, Bug. I loved them all."

He can feel her smile against his t-shirt collar.

"Thank you, Chaton. But...it's not just that. I, um...I chose the flowers for my bouquet, I planned the menu for the reception dinner—"

"And your parents will make the croquembouche," he whispers, suddenly entranced.

She nods, but goes silent once more. He wants to hear about everything—the venue she imagined for the service and reception, what they'll wear at the civil ceremony prior, whether their guests will throw rice or rose petals or wheat as they exit as newlyweds. It's all so beautiful, his heart is positively singing; how could she ever think this is weird?

"I named our children."

The song in his heart comes to an abrupt stop when the rhythm falters before restarting at hummingbird speed.

Dazed, he breathes, "Our..."

"I know!" she groans. She covers her eyes with one hand and buries her face in his shirt. Her voice is muffled, but he's hanging on every word. "I told you it was weird! I named them! I thought about who would be youngest, oldest, middle--"

"Three?" He chokes on air. Is he even breathing?

"I designed the little outfit we'd bring each of them home from the hospital in. Their nursery had a theme! Our hamster had a name! I imagined our house, our garden, the layout of the kitchen, the color of our master bathroom!"

"What color?" he asks weakly.

A pause.

"Blue."

"I love blue."

"I know."

Silence descends again, as he attempts to regulate his breathing and bring his swirling, scattered thoughts under control. She hasn't moved a muscle, and neither has he. Honestly, he's thankful to be moored to his steadfast port in the storm right now, so he can't float away or slip under.

"Adrien?"

He hums questioningly in response.

"I'm sorry." Her voice is small and tinged with sadness, slicing directly through his current bubble of overwhelmed euphoria in an instant.

Sitting up so quickly that she's dislodged from his side with a startled squeak, he pulls both of her hands between his and brings her close enough to really see her face in the shadowy moonlight.

"Why are you sorry?" he asks, baffled. "That was..." he trails off, shaking his head as he searches for the correct word, wanting to convey his feelings properly. Incredible doesn't seem like enough. Perfect, perhaps? A dream I didn't know I had until you said it, and now I want that exact thing more than I've ever wanted anything in my life?

"Crazy, I know. Selfish."

"What? No!" he exclaims, and her wide eyes snap to meet his. "Marinette, it sounds amazing!"

"Amazing?"

He lets go of her hands to gather her in a hug instead, happy to feel her arms wrap tightly around him in turn.

"Amazing," he murmurs against her hair, hoping she can hear the sincerity in his voice. "Why do you think it's selfish?"

"Because...because I never thought about what you'd want, not really. Maybe you don't want kids—"

"I want kids," he interrupts.

"Or maybe you don't like hamsters."

"Mari, I love hamsters."

She smiles against his skin. "I'm glad. I thought you'd want a cat."

"Oh, I do," he says, nodding.

"I knew it!" she laughs. "But I didn't know any of that back then. I just dreamed my own wild dreams and brought a fantasy of future you along for the ride. It wasn't fair to you." She leans back, settling her wrists over his shoulders and searching his gaze with her own. "You deserve to have a say in your own life, Adrien. For once."

A wave of stunned gratitude wells up within him and he swallows around the sudden lump in his throat. No one, not even his beloved mother, has ever extended him the courtesy of autonomy, much less apologized for not considering it in the first place. The way Marinette loves him, with a selfless, gentle kindness, is like nothing he's ever known, and it overwhelms him sometimes.

Oh, he loves her so much.

"Marinette," he says, when he's able to. "Do you want to live on a desert island with me and eat only fruit for the rest of our lives?"

She blinks, confused.

"Because that was one of my dreams," he continues. "You—well, Ladybug—me, our hamster, and a ton of fruit. Silly, right?" He shrugs. "I was a lovesick teenager. I have a feeling you know something about that, don't you, Bugaboo?" His cheeky wink and Chat Noir smirk are rewarded with the blush and giggle he'd hoped for. "My point is, I wasn't thinking about what you wanted when I daydreamed about that, and I never worried about it. You have nothing to be sorry for, Bug."

Her smile is bright even in the shadowy loft. "Thanks, Minou. Those were fun dreams."

"Were? You don't want the hamster and the blue bathroom anymore? I was just getting excited about our house and three kids."

"What do you dream about?" She asks, clearly dodging the question with one of her own.

He doesn't even have to think on it to know the answer.

"A family. Hugs. Eating dinner at a little table together. Going to the beach and seeing you in your bikini."

She snorts. "Tomcat."

"I'm only human, Mari."

"Adrien, you can purr."

"Touché."

They can only laugh. Their lives really are ridiculous.

"Princess?" He asks after they've settled into silence again. "What are their names?"

"Who?"

"Our kids."

She takes a deep, deep breath, and it feels like an eternity before she speaks. "Emma, Louis, and Hugo."

"I love them already," he breathes, imagination awhirl with scenes of bedtime stories and blanket forts and the myriad other childhood joys he only knows about from movies and tv. It's so beautiful, they're so beautiful, that he has to clench his teeth for a moment to keep from crying. "Have you drawn them?"

She nods, brow starting to furrow in concern at what must be one hell of an expression on his face.

"And their clothes? The nursery? Our kitchen?"

"Yes, I told you I was—"

"You're amazing, Marinette. I can't wait to see them. I can't wait to meet them."

Before he knows it, she's pulled him into her embrace, whispering her love against his shoulder. If a few tears escape into her hair, she doesn't say a word. They stay like that for a few long, sweet moments, until a thought pops into his mind.

"Mari? Why didn't Plagg find those drawings when he found your sketchbook of wedding ideas?"

She pulls away from him and giggles. "Because that sketchbook is hidden under the mattress."

"Along with how many of my photos?"

The mock-glare she levels at him would be terrifying if she weren't so adorable. He leans in and watches her stern expression slacken just before their lips connect and his eyes close, and her soft sigh tells him he's forgiven once more for teasing her.

They fall back against the cat pillow and soft pink sheets once more, rearranging their bodies to that perfect fit that reminds him every time how phenomenally lucky he is to have found his soul's other half as a teenager via ancient magic and fated proximity. The kiss deepens, his hands clutch at her back, and he thrills at the feel of her fingers in his hair. This is everything, everything—love and light and power and freedom, the chance for a future, a home, a family.

It's just another late autumn Tuesday night in Paris. Marinette will convince him to stay for another hour, he'll set an alarm. They'll go to school again tomorrow and, though it's certainly possible they'll defeat Hawkmoth before the day is over, it's more likely they'll simply fight and cleanse another akuma before returning to the library to work on that history project.

But it's suddenly different. He's always fought for Paris, for the safety of his friends and family, for his beloved partner. Now? A new and different feeling of protectiveness rises in his chest, even as her tongue brushes the seam of his lips and his purr rumbles gently between their bodies.

Hawkmoth will rue the day he tried to take Emma, Louis, and Hugo away before Adrien could meet them. He makes the promise right here and now, with his Lady in his arms and their kwamis sleeping on the desk below: Every akuma from now until he can punch Hawkmoth in the face and rip the misused miraculous from him, Chat Noir will fight for Paris, the world, and that shining dream of the future. He's one half of an unstoppable team. Together, they can, and will, do anything.

He and Marinette have three kids and a hamster to look forward to, after all. And it's going to be amazing.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #ml fanfiction #adrienette zine #i’m unrepentant adrienette trash #tooth-rotting fluff #it's my jam

[summonerscenarios]

You know how there are different Eurynomes in the myths and Housamo just puts them all in one entity that they put inside MC. Two of these Eurynomes is Ophion's Wife and Hephaestus Mother figure. I kinda wanna see how you envision Ophion wanting to be Hephaestus' dad since if this child is wife's kid then he is also his kid.

sdfgf okay this one was hilarious to imagine cause I can see it being pure and utter chaos lmao - but let’s take a crack at this, shall we~?

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As you’ve traveled around Tokyo and met more and more people from the 23 worlds, it makes sense that at some point those from the same world would cross paths one way or another, be it either directly through you, or through pure chance. The meeting between Hephaestus and Ophion was a mix of both - sure, you’d intended to introduce them at some point, assuming that the two of them would probably already have at least some memory of one another from back in Olympus, but their first meeting just so happened to come a lot sooner than you’d thought, and goes about as well as you’d expect.

Ophion himself has heard talk of the crafter in the past, the murmurings back on Olympus in regards to his crafting prowess and ability to create perfect weapons, having not missed his ears despite being few and far between. However, the dragon has never met Hephaestus personally until he encounters him with you, at which point he naturally barges into the interaction to come and talk with you. It doesn’t take much to put the pieces together regarding your parental relationship with the large man, as with how closely Hephaestus sticks to your side (or more accurately right behind you), eyeing Ophion carefully the whole time you converse with him, it’s easy to tell he’s acting much like a protective child would. Regardless of whether you act like a parental figure to Heph now or not, it’s hard to deny that Heph is still as stuck to you as he was back with Eurynome, which is perhaps what sparks the idea that Ophion could take on the fatherly role by your side - after all, he’d never be opposed to adopting his spouse’s children, so what’s stopping him from adopting that role now? Tokyo’s sure full of new developments it seems. 

Ophion is certainly not a bad dad, it’s just that he wants to show off to you just how good a father he can be, and so he hops right into the deep end of wanting to take that role in stride. That also means that he’s going to make an effort to interact with Hephaestus, even when you’re not around, and that also involves actually seeking Heph out. Kurogane just about keels over when Ophion shows up at the Crafter’s gate asking for the whereabouts of his ‘son’, and the other Crafters have their own ‘wtf is actually happening right now’ moments at the scene as well (I mean, the two of them couldn’t be more different, so it’s understandable that the guild’s super confused about the whole scenario). He keeps visiting too. Like, Heph and you soon realize that this isn’t a one time occurrence, and you have no idea whether he’s trying to act like a dad for the sake of impressing you or to genuinely set up a family unit, but damn if Ophion doesn’t try. And that’s not even taking into consideration how Hephaestus ends up taking all of this.  

Hephaestus is so, so uncomfortable. It’s like being introduced to a relative you never knew you had and they’re getting way too comfortable around you, and poor Heph feels so damn awkward about the development, especially at the beginning. It really doesn’t help that Ophion’s so set on taking on that fatherly role and wants to be involved, especially when that means he has to see the dragon so often now compared to before the two met. He’s relieved that you’re used to handling Ophion’s boisterous attitude, and know when to pull Ophion’s attention away when you can sense it becoming too much - if anything, the whole experience just makes Hephaestus more clingy thanks to your intervention.

Sure, Hephaestus can learn to tolerate Ophion when you’re around to act as a mediator to mellow Ophion out and comfort Heph, but when it’s just the two of them, he will go out of his way to avoid interaction at all cost. He’ll get Talos to take his place in the hopes to get out of interactions that are winding on for too long, which you’ve actually caught him trying to do once or twice when you’ve come in to find Ophion’s attention on Talos instead of Hephaestus who’s nowhere to be found. 

WILL NOT CALL OPHION HIS DAD. Never, not once. You may be Heph’s mama, but Ophion’s a different story, and frankly Hephaestus is jealous that the moments that he previously got to spend alone with you are now frequently interrupted by the outgoing and overly bold draconic transient. This actually becomes a point of contention between the two men, with Ophion getting more and more insistent on getting Heph to call him dad, and Hephaestus standing his ground and being more determined to call him anything but. You could cut the tension during these instances with a sword because it gets that charged, but as I said previously, the main thing that the two of them actually have in common is you; so the fact that you’re attached to the both of them and genuinely want to see them get along is honestly the saving grace that at the very least has Heph tolerating Ophion’s insistence for the sake of making you happy.

#Anonymous #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #housamo imagine #imagines #headcanons #housamo headcanon #ophion #housamo ophion #Hephaestus #housamo hephaestus #Talos #housamo talos #Kamata Crafters #housamo crafters #request #ask

[snakeboistan]

3-E + KARASUNO + 1-A FRIENDSHIP GROUPS

Just a heads up that I don't really know that much about BNHA. Most of my knowledge comes from fanfics, tumblr posts and my bestie so some of these headcanons might be a bit OOC

Nagisa + Hinata + Midoriya

So I’ve already made posts about Nagisa, Hinata and Mido being the ultimate cinnamon roll trio who are the loves of my life, my sons and if anything happens to them I will kill everyone and then myself

Let me adopt them, please let me adopt them 

I mean it is canon that Mama Midoriya is single right?...jk jk ... unless 👀

These precious babies are literally the sweetest guys ever and everyone’s ultimate hype men

They have their own protection squads and at least five people who have a crush on them (these bois be making people question their sexuality like it’s a past time)

They can also turn feral at any given moment and revert back to normal in a second

They act like its no big deal but they have legit traumatised people before

I know that Nagisa and Midoriya are ✨ notebook buddies ✨ but I like to think that Hinata keeps a volleyball journal like Kageyama (like the adorable boyfriend he is) and shows it off proudly to them and Nagisa and Mido are so proud of their tangerine bestie and they teach him how to make notes and analyse like they do and are just so pure (ILOVETHEMSOMUCHYOUHAVENOIDEA)

It’s a legit hazard to have them in the same place because the intensity of the combined smiles of a baby sunshine crow, baby sunshine snake and baby sunshine bunny can wipe out anyone in a 10 km radius

But what a way to go, am I right?

Also, I’m adding Yamaguchi here because he’s a sweetie who can and will end someone if they try to mess with Tsukki the people he cares about 

Do not under any circumstances try to mess with the trio that is Nagi, Yama and Mido because they know all of your secrets and are not afraid to use that to their benefit 

 Isogai + Daichi + Iida 

Did you mean: Dad Friends

Someone help them

It aint easy being a teen parent but they make it work

Also I’m a total simp for all three of them like Iida is everything I want IDKY I’m not saying its the glasses but its totally the glasses

Can and will do the disappointed dad stare. It is effective.

These three meet up to despair about their schoolmates and within five minutes one (or all) of them is getting a phone call because someone needs to be bailed out of jail

Isogai and Iida are class rep goals just saying

They love their classmates but why are they like this

Daichi: *watching Noya and Tanaka egg on the Terasaka gang to let them connect sleds on Yoshida’s motorbikes and go speed racing down the mountain* I ask myself that everyday

Just...someone give them a vacation and some aspirin because they need it

But not for too long because they are the few responsible ones 

Midoriya: *mumbling* That’s funny considering that Iida tried to murder someone in cold blood 

1-A members not aware of the Hosu Incident (so basically everyone except for Mido, Todo and Glasses Sonic): WHAT?!

Karma: Really? That’s weird. Nagisa tried to do that as well

3-E members that didn’t confront Takaoka: WAIT WHAT?!

Karasuno: *paling* who the f*ck are these people…

 Fuwa + Nakamura + Kiyoko + Ashido + Aoyama

The ultimate shippers

Listen, look me in the eyes and tell me that Shimizu Kiyoko doesn’t ship her team and that she does not have a group chat with all of the other managers where they gossip about who’s dating who. Look me right in the eyes and tell me that does not happen.

These people know all of the gossip 

Well actually Nagisa knows all of the tea in 3-E but Fuwa is a close second

Ultimate wingpeople 

 Kataoka + Ennoshita + Momo

I don’t want to say mum friend but they are the most responsible ones if Isogai, Daichi and Iida aren’t around

They are beings to be feared, you dont wanna cross them

There was once a time when all three of them are angered and everyone still has emotional scars to this day

The only ones who can control the chaos

Can also smack talk people like a pro

Have soft spots for the cinnamon rolls

Just imagine the three of them sitting around one of those circular umbrella tables outside of a cafe wearing matching sunglasses and drinking smoothies out of a straw as they judge everyone

 Kimura + Hinata + Kageyama + Kirishima

GYM BUDDIES

Listen, there are athletes and there are athletes™

These boys are the latter 

They race all of the time

I’m not kidding

Everything is a race

Arm wrestles galore

 Hazama + Tsukishima + Tokoyami

Masters of snark

Looks like they can kill you, can actually kill you

Hang out with each other to get away from the stupidity of everyone around them

Hazama and Tokoyami are just chillin’ talking about demonic sacrifice and Tsukki’s like ‘you guys are more tolerable than the feral children I’ll stay here’

Literally have no cares at all

If you approach them they will make you cry

 Chiba + Hayami + Kageyama + Todoroki 

The chill kids

All they do is vibe in the background

They’re entire friendship is just *blank stare* *eye contact* *small nod*

And you know what? That’s valid

Are also totally willing to hide a body 24/7

Todo convinces the other three that his theories are legit

 Terasaka Squad + Nishinoya + Tanaka + Bakusquad

CHAOS

That is it

Do I need to go on?

 Kurahashi + Kouda 

Soft bbys

Would die for them

Go on bug hunting expeditions

Hang out at petting zoos

Kurahashi has fallen in love with Kouda's bunnies as she should 

Are proud parents of every single furry and crawlie critter on the E-Class mountain

Dont worry Nagisa gets to keep his snakes

Go to pet stores and animal shelters

pure cinnamon rolls

 Maehara + Tanaka + Nishinoya + Kaminari

Best hype men

Praise each other like no other

Maehara and Calamari keep on getting annoyed because everyone keeps on pretending to not be able to tell the two apart

They can it's just that it's fun to mess with them

 Karasuma + Ukai + Aizawa

The ‘I came here determined not to get attached and now I’ve adopted a gang of teenagers’

Are literally one second away from becoming alcoholics

Are constantly ready to ‘subtly’ brag about how their students are improving in training 

Karasuma and Aizawa go over sparring procedures and Ukai is just like ‘your students have WEAPONS?!?’

Tsundere but parents

Best Dads

They love their kids 

But dont tell anyone that

It’s okay they know anyway

Will deck anyone that hurts their chaos children in any way

 Koro-Sensei + Takeda + Yagi 

PROUD PAPAS

THEY LOVE THEIR KIDS SO MUCH

THEY CAN SPEND 1284720 HOURS BRAGGING ABOUT HOW AWESOME THEIR KIDS STUDENTS ARE

HAVE WALLETS WITH THEIR PHOTOS IN THEM Yagi’s is just 20+ pictures of Midoriya but shhhh

*Todoroki’s conspiracy theory senses tingle*

They could be at the groceries but they’ll still find a way to brag about their kids

#assassination classroom #haikyuu!! #boku no hero academia

[camille-lachenille]

Death can’t tear us apart

What if Nina never accepted Matthias' death ? What if she turned mad after that and used her new powers to keep him near her ? What if she seeked revenge against Matthias' murderer ?

This is a dark!Nina fiction so CW : angst, death, blood, descriptions of dead corpses and wounds.

In the middle of the wild and dangerous forest that marked the border between Ravka and Fjerda was a small, decrepit dacha. It was a miserable place to live, yet the glimpse of a candle could be seen trough the dirt that covered the windows. Some men, mostly hunters or Drüskelle used this place as a refuge during snow storms but some of them started disappearing mysteriously while trying to reach it. And the rumours started after the corpse of a lost Drüskelle was found completely disfigured on the Fjerdan side of the border. The poor man had been stabbed many times with sharp bones, a terrifying grin had been cut trough his face and his dead eyes expressed pure fear.

There was a monster in these woods, and it was ruthless. A squad of the best Drüskellewas sent to find this creature of evil but only one of them returned to the Ice Court, half-insane and missing his right arm, the one who held his weapon. “It’s a Drusje. She can raise the dead. I saw her.” He managed to say to the guard before collapsing, a trickle of blood dripping from his mouth.

This was the beginning of the legend of the terrifying, the cruel Corpsewitch.

Mother started telling stories about her to their children when they wouldn’t obey. Young men wanted to prove their courage by defeating her but the few of them who returned was never the same again.

“There is a knight who protect her. He is as pale as snow and he can’t die.” Said one of these young men.

“I heard he once was a Drüskelle but she put a spell on him to make him her slave.” Told an elderly woman.

There were many other rumours about the Corpsewitch, some closer to reality than others. It was said this terrible woman was a demjin who kidnapped men to torture and kill them. She would eat lost children and haunt the peace of the dead. He power was so dark she could poison water just by looking at it and even corrupt the sacred tree of Djel.

Once, a pregnant woman swore she was lost in the woods when a silent man with a gunshot wound on his side helped her find her way home. His eyes were dead, his lips blue and his skin too pale to be a living man. When they reached the limit of the woods, he went away in the dark forest and she saw him reach a beautiful woman in a red cloak who kissed him on the forehead. They both disappeared before she could do or say anything.

The poor woman was told she was under the spell of the Corpsewitch and she was shut up in a convent in the middle of nowhere to be exorcised.

But no one could imagine the Corpsewitch hadn’t always been cruel and evil. She was a broken heart with an unknown power. She was a twenty years-old girl named Nina Zenik who swore on everything sacred in the world to take revenge on the murderer of her loved one.

Because the dead knight of the legend was once a young and brave man who loved her heart and soul. He was a Drüskelle who learned to love a Drusje.

And Nina was happy, then. She had friends and a found family. She loved Matthias over everything in the world, even waffles. But he was shot by a former brother in arms and Nina Zenik died the moment he stopped breathing. Only was left the Corpsewitch, and she made the oath she would never find peace until all Drüskellewere dead and Fjerda dwelled in chaos.

Her powers were fed by her anger and pain and she knew no limit. She begged Matthias to stay whit her until her revenge was accomplished, so the young man stood again in a semblance of life. His body was here, slowly decaying despite the powers on the witch, but his soul was condemned to wander restlessly until she let him go for good.

She fled to the border of her native country, Ravka, in the ever-cold forest who extended until Fjerda. There, she would be alone and well situated to plan her vengeance, with only the wind and the wolves to witness her sorrow.

But a lonely and broken girl, even with mighty powers, wasn’t able to destroy the strong nation of Fjerda.

So, the Corpsewitch stood in her forest, feared but slowly becoming a legend more than a real threat. Men disappeared once in a while without giving any sing of life ever again. “This fool shouldn’t have gone in the Cursed Forest.” People said. And they quickly forgot the victim. Sometime, a lost woman was helped by a strange man hidden in a wide cloak and the people would say it was Djel who guided her feet.

The time passed and the Corpsewitch was now an ageless myth, almost forgotten. But she was real, hidden in her dacha and waiting for the right moment to act.

She had and army of dead men ready to obey her. And, always walking along her side, what was once Matthias Helvar. He promised her he would protect her forever, even in death, so she kept him close at every minute.

He was maintained on his feet only by the witch’s will but he was unrecognisable. His skin was now greyish and falling apart, his eyes were two dark holes open on his void skull and his once golden hair had lost its colour for a dull white.

Nina Zenik was unrecognisable too. She once was a beautiful girl but time and the rough life she had turned her in an old woman who walked with a stick. She had become so thin it seemed she would break at the slightest gesture and her face was ravaged by tears and pain, with deep wrinkles across her forehead and red eyes.

The years became decades, and the Corpsewitch still haunted the woods, her loyal knight a step behind her. She looked more and more like a corpse herself and Fjerda was still here, strong and rich, full of young men convinced to be right when they tried to kill her.

She wasn’t even satisfied anymore when she took a life but she had to kill them all. Why? She wasn’t sure anymore. And then she remembered she did that for her knight. And she took another life, making a new soldier for her army of dead. Once in a while, she found a child or a woman in her forest and she sent her knight, always hidden in a cloak, to help them find their path. She was barely alive, lonely than ever but still thirsty for revenge.

And one day, someone knocked on the dacha’s door. The Corpsewitch was surprised to see a very old man when she opened. He had a dark skin, grey eyes and the ghost of a grin still printed on his face.

“Finally, I find you, Nina.” He spoke.

The witch couldn’t remember his name or his face but it seemed the knew each other once. And something familiar in the man’s gaze made her let him inside. He looked at the shabby furniture and cracked walls, then his eyes fell then the knight that was sitting in a corner, stiff and still, almost a skeleton now. He had a sad smile and a glimpse of an unidentified emotion flashed in his eyes. The Corpsewitch felt suddenly ashamed.

“So, the rumours are true. You keep him at your side.” He told. “But that’s not how it works, you know? We are Grisha but we can’t play with life and death. I know how it feels. I saw my love die while I still had long years of life. You have to let Matthias go, Nina. You know he would never have wanted this for you and him.” Said the man with a stern voice.

Yes, Nina knew. But it doesn’t mean she accepted it. Time hadn’t relived her sorrow and she wasn’t able to let Matthias go. Death couldn’t tear them apart. She was stronger than Death. The urge to kill the man overtook her but she controlled the impatience of her knight, ready to jump from his seat at the slightest sign from her.

“Go away. Now.” She ordered to the old man. “You have one minute before I send my soldiers after you.”

The visitor sighed and left the dacha without a word. And Nina felt terribly alone. It was the first time in years she spoke to a living person. An old friend if she remembered correctly. Tired, she turned to Matthias, who was still waiting for her orders. Her beloved Matthias.

He is right, you have to let me go. You have to abandon revenge to get peace.

The voice in her head made her eyes watery. It was so clear and familiar. But it was also the first time in decades she heard him.

I can’t, Matthias. If I let you go, I’ll be alone forever. Tears started running down her cheeks as Matthias responded, firm and horribly true.

You are already alone, Nina. I am already gone a long time ago. My soul is restless as long as my body is not returned to Djel and I am so tired. So you are, my love. I see how much you are tired. So, I beg you, let me go. And Death won’t tear us apart, I swear.

He went silent again and Nina begged him to respond. But Matthias’ voice was gone and only the wind responded to the supplication of the old woman. Her cries resounding in the night.

In the morning, Nina knew deep down he was right. It was terribly painful to admit but she had to let Matthias go for good.

So, the Corpsewitch stood and went out her dacha. With a large gesture of her arm, she made her army of dead rise. They followed her with a noise of shaking bones as she traced her path to the Fjerdan side of the forest, Matthias at her side. Once the macabre cortege reached the end of the forest, she stopped and ordered to the corpses to dig in the ground.

“Now, you can go and rest, my soldiers.” The Corpsewitch said. And all the men she killed collapsed in the pit.

She covered them with dirt and snow and turned to Matthias’ skeleton who was still standing at her side. He nodded when she took his hand and walked back in the forest.

They found a glade surrounded by ageless fir and Nina kneeled om the ground to dig with her bare hands. It hurt but she felt at peace for the first time in so long she didn’t mind. Matthias helped her until they had a grave big enough.

She then helped him to lay in the pit and covered his remains.

“I let you go, Matthias Helvar.” She said. “May Djel guide your path.”

Nina smiled and laid down next to Matthias, nestling under the layer of dirt and snow like it was a blanket. She closed her eyes and let the sleep took her away forever. Death couldn’t tear them apart.

Nina dreamed again. She dreamed of him.

Welcome home, Röed fetla.

#nina zenik #matthias helvar #helnik #dark!nina zenik #grishaverse #the grishaverse #ravka #fjerda #six of crows #six of crows au #witch #death cw #leigh bardugo #dark nina zenik #drüskelle #druskelle #drusje #corpsewitch #what if nina turned evil ? #grishaverse au #alternative ending

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𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐒 : 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 .

context :  exiled from their province centuries before, the formerly noble scatterflow family  ( currently comprised of father edmund, mother ivory, and siblings ciar & flynn & elsie & gemma & ashea )  lives in hiding. there is always the threat that the tastoni family, who had been the cause of their fall all those years ago, will find them and slaughter them.

     The door to the farmhouse slamming open caught everyone’s attention, and the terrible words that Edmud spoke held it fast: “They’ve — I think they’ve burned the village.” 

     Ivory stood at the hearth, no longer stirring the still-cooking soup. The fire crackled and popped, breaking what would have otherwise been silence. Gemma was laying places at the table but she had frozen as well, with a plate still in her hand, lowered towards but now hovering over the table.  Flynn and Ciar looked at one another, and held each other’s dark gazes, appearing to communicate silently. Ashea appeared behind their father, her face ashen and her eyes slightly unfocused. 

     “I thought we would have more time,” Ivory said finally.

     First, Elsie felt relieved. For a moment, an irrational fear that they would all be frozen forever had begun to set in, but speech dispelled the notion. After that, there was pure terror. Her entire life, her parents had appeared as if they could carry the world on their shoulders without concern or complaint. Now, her mother’s strained expression and strangled words scared her; her father’s drawn face and tense shoulders scared her. In some ways, they scared her more than the smoke-smell in the air she now knew was not from their hearth or the knights she’d imagined riding towards Admira hours before. There had been fear concerning the comet but it wasn’t like this. 

     “They mustn’t catch all of us,” Edmund said. The words were always a little different, but the idea of it was the same. 

     For her whole life, there had been an unspoken uncertainty — a weight, like the blade of an axe hanging over their necks, simply waiting for them to stumble on a chopping block. Elsie had always meant to ask more questions. She felt certain her parents had always meant to give her answers. “Tomorrow” had always been a convenient excuse, too like smoke to firmly hold. 

     “There isn’t much time. There is none to argue,” Ivory said, fixing each of her children with a look that put to bed any notion of interruption. “Edmund, take Ashea and ride north. Ciar, you and Gemma will go west to your uncle. Elsie, Flynn, head south for the city. I will be right behind you.” She paused to catch her breath and share a look with her husband that none of their children fully understood. “I love you, all of you. We will see each other again. Now, grab only what you must and take to the winds.”

     It was chaos, or the closest thing to it any of them had ever seen. All the siblings’ belongings were practically turned out of the chest they were kept in, leaving them to sort through for the most important objects. Elsie struggled to pay attention to what was happening around her as much as she struggled to focus on what she herself was doing. For a second, when she began rolling up a map of the city, she forgot that her hands were her own and watched them move in fascination. It was only when she shoved the map into her satchel and the rough fabric brushed the back of her hand that she was able to connect back to her body again. 

     Only what you need, but what exactly was she going to need? She would have the clothes on her back and her cloak. The map already in her bag felt barely justifiable. The city would be the best place to buy or barter for whatever they wouldn’t bring with them. Her eyes fixed on a small, dark pouch filled with a few pieces of jewelry. They were old, passed down, and all that remained were the least attractive pieces. She’d never had a need for them now but they might make up for a lack of coin for a couple of days at the very least. She thought only a moment about taking her fiddle and when she decided against it, she could feel her heart crack just a little further. 

     Finally, Elsie stood, holding her satchel but not moving. She felt as if her feet were frozen to the floor. Was she supposed to be moving, running for the door now? She couldn’t even seem to see the door. A hand closed around her wrist and she swung her gaze to look up at her mother, who pressed her lips to her forehead. She was holding a wooden box in her other hand and slipped it into Elsie’s satchel. She was surprised at the weight of it compared to its size, but she never managed to ask what it contained. Ivory released her wrist and pushed her towards Flynn, who promptly seized her hand and pulled her outside. She could feel his fingers tremble against hers, and it was that which finally pulled her from backwards glances at the house as they made for the stables, giving his hand a comforting squeeze.

     “Mama can ride fast,” she said, reaching for her horse’s bridle. She could hardly hear herself talking but she prayed whatever she was saying would comfort her brother. Suddenly, that was the only thing that mattered; she’d stopped trying to mentally catch up with her situation. “And she’ll be taking Daisygirl. I’d like to see anyone’s tired, bogged-down steed outrun her. Don’t bother with a saddle, Falcon’s too uppity. This will do.” 

     “What if it’s us they come after?” Flynn looked like a newly made ghost, the pallor of his skin letting the darkness of his eyes and hair swallow all the usual life in his features.  The absence of fear was never a hallmark of bravery, which was fortunate, considering how scared they both were. However, fear and duty were stirring different reactions in them, leading Flynn to feel as if his feet were weighted to the ground while Elsie was already astride Falcon, her arm held out expectantly.

     “You’ve your sword, and I’ve no small amount of idiocy. We’ll think of something. Come on.” Her urging got the response she wanted, and he seized her arm with a twitch of the mouth that could almost have been a smile. She pulled him up behind her and dug her heels into Falcon’s sides. They flew from the stables, circled around the only place they’d ever fully known as home, and galloped to the south. 

     In the dim light, when Elsie glanced over her shoulder, she thought she could see five forms fleeing in different directions. She wondered if that would be the last she saw of any of them, or all of them. A lump formed in her throat and she forced herself to face ahead, cool night air drying tears as soon as they sprung up in the corners of her eyes. The wind itself knew there would be more than enough time for crying when distance had been placed between them and danger. She focused her mind on the feeling of her brother’s arms around her waist, reminding her that she wasn’t alone. Wherever they were headed, they were headed there together.

#♫ ooc ›› BEHIND THE DM’S SCREEN. #( iiiiiiii felt compelled to post smth from the novel !! #this is from the current draft actually )

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A TRIFECTA FOR THE WHUMP ONE FOR YOU choose whichever one appeals to you most ;D - (1) “Is that fear I see?” with Vesemir/Rennes; (2) ‘Fine’? I heard you scream!” with Lambert/Coën (or Lambert/Coën/Aiden); (3) “Nobody’s coming to save you.” for Rorveth (I WILL SEE MYSELF OUT NOW I'M SORRY)

Happy murderfest to you as well my dear.

I chose to go with Vesemir/Rennes #1 "is that fear I see?" Because I love dying and being dead and I know you do too. And a lovely time was had by all (not really, I'm crying as we speak).

CW/TW for the sacking of Kaer Morhen, gore, injury, death of children, and major character death.

Vesemir comes to to the sound of screaming and a horrible weight on his chest. He can’t see for a moment, can’t get his eyes to focus, his lashes caked with blood that has run down into his eyes. He's stuck beneath a massive piece of masonry, pinned by his leg and entire left side as though he'd tried to throw a quen and the shield had shattered. He can't remember where he is or how he got there for a long moment; head feeling hollow with the lack of memory.

One of the walls came down, he remembers finally, blown apart by chaos. He'd been shielding a group of yearlings, his yearlings. A cohort of boys only Grassed three weeks ago blinking against the glare of the burning north tower, muscles shaking as they tried to hold up swords, bodies too week to fight. There were men and mages and orders to kill...

He remembers now.

Through the rubble surrounding him, he can barely make out the twisted mass of blackened bodies. An abyss of pulverized gore with white icebergs of bone visible in places, too obliterated to make out who they'd been. The boys, his boys, smashed to nothing.

Some cry of animal grief builds itself in the dust-choked cavern of his throat. He holds it there, chokes on it, doesn't let it pass his lips.

"Please" a voice says from far away, a boy's voice "please no"

Vesemir gathers all his strength and tries to lift himself, the primal instinct to protect overtaking him. He feels the thready rip of muscle tearing and falls back with a gasp, sparks swimming in front of his eyes. He can't feel it, not really which means his leg is breaking down, that the muscle is dying. He grits his teeth against the fear.

"Please"

He is powerless but to listen as the terrified plea of the boy, his boy, trails off into the bloody rasp of a cut throat. He feels it though, feels it like a knife to the heart.

The silence settles, horrible and reeking of spilled blood and smoke.

It's quiet for a moment, a long moment that seems to stretch into oblivion. He's going to die here he realizes, bleeding out against the stones of the courtyard of the place that has become as familiar and dear to him as the back of his own hands, the sight of his own face in the mirror. A place they were supposed to be safe.

There’s a poetic irony to it and he almost laughs, only to find his lungs too crushed to expand enough to produce the sound.

There’s a movement across the courtyard, barely visible through the smoke and debris. Vesemir, pinned as he is, unable to turn his head, is aware of movement but can’t see it for a long moment. He braces himself for pain, for a surprise attack but it doesn’t come.

A group of soldiers and mages strides into view, a prone and growling figure in a black fur cloak slung between them. They throw their captive to the ground. Vesemir hears the crack of kneecaps against the cobblestones. He’d know that shape anywhere; the haughty cut of those broad shoulders, those strong thighs, and his breath catches in his throat at the sight.

It’s Rennes, face mottled and swollen with bruises, bleeding from several stab wounds. The shaft of an arrow sticks out of his thigh, fletching stained with blood. Something in Vesemir breaks at the sight even as a deeper part of him wails in gratitude, in relief. Everything he’d lost come back to him.

When the alarm had been raised Rennes chose to meet the intruders alone. He had donned his black wolf-fur cloak and stepped out onto the trail - a Master to the very last. Vesemir had tried to go with him but had been ordered to stay, held back by Rennes’ hand. The first time the grandmaster had touched him in years.

“Stay” Rennes had ordered, hand heavy against his shoulder, calloused and scarred fingers curling against the side of his neck as though seeking to pull strength from his pulse. Vesemir hadn't let it break him.

But he had stayed, had done as he was told. A loyal dog to the last.

He had assumed Rennes had died there on the trail, hadn't seen him in the ensuing fray. Although he hadn't been in much of a place to look.

Now, watching them drag him, demiterium-cuffed and rope-bound he realizes Rennes's fate had been worse than death. He'd been made to watch.

He's still wearing his cloak, black fur blending with the silver-streaked thundercloud of his hair. Regality is written in every line of his posture even as one of the men hits him across the face with the hilt of his sword, even as he spits blood and fragments of teeth onto the cobblestones.

"So here he is, the last wolf," the one who hit him says, laughing "the alpha bitch. What did you think beastie? Did it turn you on when we killed them all?"

"They’re only children," Rennes says, quietly.

It's a spit-back of Vesemir’s own words and it chills him to the bone. How often had they had this argument? Are they children or witchers? Men or monsters? “Only the strong survive” Rennes would growl at him, slamming down his cup of whatever it was they’d been drinking hard enough to dent the table “That’s the way it has to be. Boys are like bones, break them and they’ll grow stronger. They'll grow stronger or die”

They’d spent lifetimes breaking children in the name of strength and for what? What good had that strength been in the end? What had it all been for?

“They’re only boys,” Rennes says again, coming to the realization too late for it to do anyone any good.

"Not anymore," the men say "no more monsters, no more monstrous children. No more witchers"

"The lone wolf dies," Rennes says, all glacial calm despite the blood bubbling up from between his lips "but the pack survives"

The men laugh, the leader taking Rennes' bruised chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing him to look around him; at the ruined Keep, at the bloody cobblestones, at the piles of bodies - child-small corpses - cut down where they'd stood hands shaking around swords too big for their frames

"Don't you see, beastie? Look around you. There's no pack left"

He knows that Rennes sees him from the way that the other man smiles, just a twitch of blood-burned lips, an old familiar gesture meaning what can you do? Meaning thank the gods you're here. Meaning I'm sorry.

"Is that fear I see?" The one with the sword says mockingly "did I finally make the soulless mutant feel something after all?"

“No,” Rennes says, eyes hard as chips of stone when he lifts them “not fear”

“Too bad,” the man says and lifts his sword.

There’s a horrible meaty crunch and Vesemir screams. Or maybe he just imagines he does, the shock too great for sound.

Rennes' headless torso falls to the ground with a resounding thud, blood pooling from the stump of neck, that strong regal neck. His head bounces once, rolls, comes to rest on one cheek facing Vesemir’s own.

His eyes are open, wide and bright, and full of defiance. Even facing down the executioner's blade his iron core of bravery hadn't failed him. Vesemir loves him, purely and completely for the first time in a generation even as the animal anguish of loss claws its way inside his chest.

He feels tears welling at the corners of his eyes - a feeling he hasn't felt in over sixty years, a feeling he didn't think he could feel anymore. They fall, lava hot against his freezing cheeks, mixing with the blood and ash to fall red against the stones beneath him. He gasps, sobs with it, his smashed ribcage protesting the expansion of the lungs beneath them.

Pinned as he is he can't turn his head, can't look away from the face of the man he’s spent his life loving, loathing; that strong nose, those snarl-bowed lips the curvature of which he knows better than the sound of his own heartbeat. He can't look away. He doesn't know that he would if he'd been able to.

How many nights has Vesemir spent in this same position; cheek on pillow gazing into those ice-chip eyes? They used to lie like this as trainees, whispering stories of heroism and chivalry to each other in the darkness of the shared dormitory. Later they lay like this as lovers, passing promises of forever back and forth like talismans between kiss-bitten lips. It's fitting that it would end like this, unable to do anything but gaze into Rennes' death pale face like a lover might - a position he hadn't held for decades but had longed for throughout it all, despite it all, despite loathing himself for the longing.

The sun sinks below the horizon, a bloody gash, choked with smoke. The darkness encroaches with the horrible silence of a mass grave, and Vesemir watches Rennes' amber eyes cloud over with death, milky as the moon.

He remembers when they were blue.

#my writing #Vesemir/Rennes #idk how I feel about this tbh but it would fold in the wrong shape when I tried to maneuver it so I'm posting it as is #gore tw #major character death #major character injury #the witcher

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Pure Blood 40 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

Warnings: Babies <3

Words: 2,644

Masterlist

Chapter 39 / Chapter 41

"Do you think he can hear us?" Sirius asks me, kneeling next to the couch. He puts a hand on my belly.

“Maybe," I lift my shirt a little.

"Hi baby,” He whispers with his lips close to my skin, tickling me. "I want to meet you.”

"We want,” I correct him.

"We want to meet you, and to know what name we’re going to give you, because we’re panicking.”

I roll my eyes. Since we knew it would be a boy we have put three options on the table. No matter how many times we vote, we can never decide, so Sirius thinks we’ll know when he's born.

“Your mother doesn't want to call you Perseus. I say it’d be nice, I could call you both Percy.”

“And I say that he’s going to confuse us. I like Leo.”

"We're going to win,” He whispers again, this time he receives an answer, the baby kicks where Sirius' hand is. "Ha! He is on my side!”

I laugh when I see his big smile, I put my hand on his.

"Did you ever imagine yourself in this place, Sirius?"

"With you or in general?"

“Both," He observes me.

“I never thought I was the type to get married and have children. When I met James and he told me what he longed for the most, I was sure that I would not go through the same thing. I'd be the funny uncle, but,” He grimaces.

"What?"

“You'll call me corny, but, before you know, being together, I could imagine it. You and me together with our little family. You were always the reason I would yearn for more,” He smiles.

"You're corny" I say with a hoarse voice making him laugh. He kisses my forehead and then returns to my belly.

"Don't worry, little Percy. Your mom doesn't cry easily, it's the hormones. She's fine,” Another kick. "And you shouldn't worry either, your name will be Perseus, maybe we’ll call your brother Leo.”

"Brother?" I interrupt him.

"Oh, come on. Being an only child must be boring. James always says so, we must give him a brother or sister…”

"And you’ll carry it in your womb for nine months this time?" I raise my eyebrow.

"Hey! You know that if I could, I would. I've been a great help, love.”

In that I cannot complain, Sirius has been very attentive in all my whims during pregnancy.

“We'll talk about a brother later, first we make sure this one comes out alright.”

“I take it as a yes. I'll remind you how fun it is to make one,” He winks at me.

I laugh out loud.

"I don't need to remember.”

***

August 18, 1980

"He has Sirius's eyes," says James smiling. In his arms he has little Perseus. "If I didn't have a son, I could say he's the prettiest baby I've ever seen," He jokes

"You can say it, neither Harry nor Lily are here,” says Sirius sitting next to me.

"I can't betray my son, Padfoot,” He looks back at the baby, who’s also watching him closely. "I already have the perfect nickname for him: Paddie."

"Oh no," I complain.

They both laugh.

“I’m very proud of both. They’ll be the second best family,” He tells us. The baby begins to move in his arms.

"Percy doesn't agree with that," Sirius says taking it carefully. When he sits back down, the baby is still uncomfortable. "I think he wants his mother…”

I hold him against my chest and he finally relaxes.

"I hope I don't have to fight for your attention like I did with Atlas when we first met."

"Sirius, he’s your son.”

"With all the more reason I say it,” He jokes and kisses my forehead. I shake my head.

"Anyway, tell James," I remind him.

"Oh yeah!" He look at his friend with a huge smile. "Persephone and I wanted to ask you and Lily if you would like to be his godparents?”

"What!?"

"Why are you so surprised?" I ask him.

"I thought you would ask Remus!”

"No, he’ll be for the next one,” says Sirius. I hit his leg.

"Stop saying we'll have another one!”

“So what do you say, Prongs? We’re Harry's godparents. Sounds like a good deal?”

“But it won't bother Remus? He has done more than I have for you…”

"We already talked to him, we made another deal,” I laugh, accommodating the baby. “We made a small arrangement to the name of Perseus.”

Sirius smiles.

“Perseus John Black-Singh. Sounds great, don't you think?" He says proudly.

James looks at us in surprise.

“Now I’m jealous. For your second son I want him to have a James somewhere,” He points out.

"Your son already has a James,” I frown. "No wait— Stop saying that we’ll have another child!"

“It’s a deal, James.”

"Sirius!"

***

"He's so small," Sirius whispers.

"And delicate…”

"I'm not going to drop it, Percy,” He frowns. "I won't drop Percy, Percy.”

"I told you it’d be complicated.”

“I'll have to think of new nicknames."

“Yes, of course…”

The baby squirms in his daddy's arms and babbles, leaving a trail of drool. We both laugh. His gray eyes watch us with fascination.

“I can't believe this little one is ours. I can't wait to teach him magic, or to play Quidditch…”

"You didn't even play at school!”

"But if he wants, we can try.”

“Fair enough. Come on, it's time to sleep,” The three of us went into the baby's room.

"Can I stay to hear the story?" Sirius asks smiling.

"Sure.”

I take out one of the books that Remus gave Percy. Sirius sits in the recliner and I sit in another. The baby squeals with happiness when he recognizes the colors in the book: The Tales of Beedle the Bard.

“Someone's excited…”

I start to read a story, but I don't get very far. I look up and they’re both sound asleep. Percy has his head resting on Sirius's chest and they both have their mouths open. I laugh at the tender image.

I spend a few minutes looking at them, analyzing the resemblance. Perseus has Sirius's eyes, his lips, and I'm afraid to say the same personality. When he smiles, it's like seeing my best friend again when we were little. I can't help but think that I would do anything to see that smile on both of them always.

Although our baby looks a lot like Sirius, he also has a lot of me. And what excites me the most is that he’s a mama’s boy. Every morning when I go for him, he welcomes me with a joy so pure that it melts my heart.

I put the book on the shelf and slowly pick up the baby to put it in his crib.

"My baby," Sirius babbles at the movement, sighs and stretches his body. After making sure that Percy won't wake up again, I go back to the other boy and stroke his hair. He rests his forehead on my stomach and wraps his arms around my waist. "It was a good story.”

“It fulfilled his objective. Come on, it's also time for you to sleep,” I take his hand and guide him to our room.

After doing the whole routine, we both go to bed. I hug Sirius around his waist and hide my face against his neck.

"I've never felt so tired in all my life,” I laugh.

Since Percy was born, every night I feel all the hard work that is taking care of a baby.

“Same," He whispers.

Sirius stirred and now he's the one hiding his face on my neck, but he decides to leave little kisses on it. I chuckle.

"You don't seem very tired, darling."

"I left a little energy for my girl…”

"Well, your girl doesn't have any energy and tomorrow we have to go to Remus's house early.”

Sirius growls.

“What if we just leave Percy with him? You and I could have the apartment to ourselves and have a lot of fun…” He says kissing my cheek and then reaching my lips.

"It sounds quite tempting though," I gasp as his hand goes up my shirt. "We can’t, Sirius.”

“We can, you just have to—”

A cry interrupts him. I laugh when he growls again.

"Just what, Sirius?"

"Forget it. I lost it,” I laugh out loud. “Oh, don't get ahead of yourself, precious. I'm not done with you.”

"Good luck waking me up, darling."

He knows this battle is lost. When I fall asleep, it’s very difficult for him to wake me up in a good mood and he knows it.

"Now, now, Perseus. Dad is on his way,” He announces himself, leaving the room.

***

"One, twins, four..." I point to each baby sitting on the blanket on the grass. I frown. "Hey! Mine is missing, Sirius! "

“I don’t have him," He says, going out into the garden.

"Where is Perseus?"

"I thought they were all here!”

"Except for him,” I get up looking everywhere.

"We found the little runaway,” says Remus laughing with the baby in his arms. I feel my soul return to my body. "I almost saw him running towards the gate," He reports, handing it to me.

"You mustn’t go alone, Perseus!” I scold him. He stops laughing and then pouts.

"Mum?"

"Your mother is right. Next time, take Harry too,” says Sirius and I hit him on the arm.

"I can't handle two children at the same time," I complain, taking my son with the others.

"Harry, no!" screams Lily lifting her son off the ground where there are several plants.

"Oh, our little ones are already showing signs of being geniuses of mischief," says James putting a hand on his chest.

"Aunti, Phoney. Your baby is naughty,”Atlas informs me.

“I already noticed. Could you keep an eye on him? He’s still very small and can hurt himself.”

“Okay," Atlas nods and sits next to Perseus and then takes his small hand. I laugh at his actions.

"It's time to eat," says Apollo. "Atlas, go clean yourself.”

"But I must take care of Perseus!”

I look up at my brother.

"He's being a good cousin,” He smiles at me.

"Your aunt must also go home,” Atlas nods and obeys his father. I take the baby, but Apollo takes it from me.

"Hey!" I complain.

“You took my son from me when he was born. Now we are even.”

"Apo!" Percy laughs.

I roll my eyes.

"It's good you have two more,” I tease taking who I think is Hades, who at first freaks out, but when he sees me he smiles. I kissed his plump cheek.

“Phoney!" says his brother not far from us.

"But it isn’t easy, being the favorite aunt, huh?" Apollo scoffs, walking away with my son.

I frown and watch the two children trying to get my attention.

"Oh no,” I say when I see little Harry wanting to follow the other two. He squirms in his mother's arms trying to get down.

"No, honey, it's time to eat," says Lily.

"It's baby chaos!" I pout.

"I got you,” says Remus taking Hercules in his arms. I get up with Hades. “And then you tell me that I should have one— I can't imagine another baby right now!”

After the delicious meal, we all sat in the living room. The twins are asleep in his room, while Atlas, Harry and Perseus still have a lot of energy. The older one is explaining to the other two how they can make a tower out of their favorite blocks. Thanks to Merlin, Atlas is willing to share with his cousins.

"It's amazing how much Perseus looks like you,” says Apollo looking at me. "It's a copy.”

"I see more of Sirius in him,” I add laughing.

"You have to admit that Perseus makes the same face as you when something doesn't go as planned," says Jane.

"Oh yeah!" Remus points out. “When I picked him up he wrinkled his nose and, oh, merlin! It's the same!”

"I don't think that’s funny," I complain.

"Harry, no!” James says when his baby throws one of the blocks.

"He doesn't like that color either," Atlas reports smiling.

Percy and Harry laugh and they both take other blocks and throw them.

"I don't want to imagine what they'll be like when they grow up," says Lily, taking another block from Harry.

"Geniuses, I already said it," repeats James.

"It's good to see so many happy babies," says Apollo. "It's been a long time since I saw a big and happy family,” We both share a look. "I remember the mansion, full of laughter…”

"Although it was easier back then, I didn't have to pick up the mess!” I add making him laugh.

Apollo looks at his wife and then at the others.

“Believe it or not, when we were little, Singh Manor was child chaos. Isis and Balder were the ones who always broke things, Persephone would run after them imitating each evil and creating more disaster, I’d chased her so that at least she wouldn't get hurt, while Juno scold us all…”

"Even Dad was an accomplice on some occasions," I add, sighing. "I miss that."

I feel Sirius's hand on mine.

"The memories will stay with you,” says Jane. "We know that your families weren't easy at all, but those that you’re forming now will not suffer the same.”

“Whatever happens,” Apollo continues, “you can count on us, guys. You won’t be alone, and if necessary, we will take care of your children."

I lean back in my chair with a sigh.

"Mom?," says Percy, interrupting the silence. He moves a little to look for me.

"Here I am, baby," He sees me and smiles, then continues playing.

"It always happens," Sirius jokes. "Every time he loses sight of her when we're inside, he looks for her everywhere."

“Awww," They all say at the same time.

"Yes, very cute, but sometimes he starts crying very hard,” I add.

“Mommy’s little boy without a doubt,” We all look at the babies, oblivious to all the evil and chaos in the world.

I wish this could stay that way forever.

***

"I don't understand what's wrong," I complain trying to lull Perseus who hasn't stopped crying. "Sirius, I’ve tried everything!” I say about to cry myself.

"I don't know what he has either," He answers overwhelmed. “Maybe he's scared by the Halloween decorations. In the morning walk he was calm, maybe he saw something that scared him…”

"I don’t know. I'll call Jenna, maybe she can help…”

I hand over the baby and go to the phone, but it rings first.

"Hello?"

"Please tell me you have something to control colic for Harry?”

"What?" I say trying to listen to Lily between Percy's cries.

“I don't know who else to ask! Harry has been uncomfortable all day…” She says in distress.

"Percy too, he hasn't stopped crying, I was about to talk to Jenna—”

"When you have an answer, please ask her what I can give Harry?”

"Sure, don't worry. I’ll stop by your house later…”

“Thanks."

I hang up the phone, I decide it's better to go straight to the hospital with Jenna. If she has any medicine, I'll give it to Lily.

I tell Sirius my plan and get ready to go out, I don't want the two babies to suffer more from whatever is happening to them.

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Hi I wanted to say I love your little hope headcanons and fics, I was wondering could you do one where the reader is with Daniel and Andrew when they talk about accusing Mary and the reader explains that its Carver who should be blamed and Daniel yells at her along with the others and the reader runs off and gets attacked by her demon (burned demon), and she has the gun and maybe she tried to take her own life but the group stops her and they apologize and comfort her. You don't have to do it if you don't want to. And I hope you have a great day ♥️🧡💙🤍🖤🤎💛

Omg sure thing hun! Thank you so much for your kind words on my writing! ~ Enjoy 💕

TW: Suicidal Tendencies (Mentioned)

- You had a gut feeling the child was not responsible for the chaos from the moment you saw the interaction between her and the priest where she was trying to run away and hide from him

- You knew there was something wrong with him even prior to that incident

- You could see it in his eyes, read it in his body language and that bone chilling smile whenever he saw the people, the innocent people die at his command

- Unfortunately, no one else from your group saw it and they were all so determined that accusing the little girl Mary was the right move

- You were with Andrew and Daniel when you made your final attempt of convincing them, hoping that they’d finally believe you

- However, they - especially Daniel- weren’t having it

- “Ok Y/N, listen, I know you have a soft spot for children but don’t let it blind you to the more-than-obvious fact that this child is nothing but pure evil. Her games have caused the deaths of God knows how many people and you still wanna protect her?! There’s no fucking way!”

- The ever so calm Daniel losing his temper like this and on you of all people, you who have been his closest friend for the longest time, really hurt you

- Rightfully you decided to take some time away from the group in its entirety, deaf to their yells after you to get you to come back and alerting you of how bad the move you were making was

- You didn’t care though, you just needed to get away

- And while getting away from the safety of their companionship, you accidentally ran into the arms of danger

- More specifically, you came face-to-face with the monstrosity that was your demon

- The singed, charred body still attached to the stake it was burned on made you regret the foolish decision to wander off on your own

- Luckily though, you were in possession of the gun Andrew had found earlier and you were not at all hesitant about using it

- Managing to get the already slow demon at an even bigger disadvantage, you took off running, your entire life depending on how fast your legs could carry you

- And when you finally deemed it safe enough to stop to take a breath you were shaking

- It had all come crashing down on you, all the events and emotions of the night came back to haunt you and give you further turmoil you just couldn’t handle

- You had a feeling this was a permanent trauma you’d probably carry long after leaving this place

- Just the thought of that was unbearable 

- You couldn’t imagine a life like that one

- And so you took out the gun with only two bullets left in it and pointed it’s barrel to your temple with a trembling hand

- And that’s when you heard it

- “Y/N don’t! Stop, don’t do it!”

- Before you could identify the voice, the gun was smacked out of your hand and you were enveloped in a tight embrace which you immediately recognized

- “Get that gun as far away from her as possible!” That was a different voice - Taylor’s voice, meaning the whole group had gathered around and came to your rescue

- “You scared me so badly, never do that again.” Daniel told you, head still resting on your shoulder but then he pulled away, “I’m so sorry about snapping at you like that. Turns out, you were right all along. But even if you weren’t, what I said and how I said it was in no way ok and I’m really sorry and I hope you can forgive me.”

- Of course you forgave him

- Not only is he your best friend but he also just saved your life and reminded you that you wouldn’t be dealing with that trauma alone when you’d leave this town and return to your every day life

- You’d have them, all five of them going through the same thing and they’ll help you cope with it 

- Just like you’ll help them as much as you can

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[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

how would you do a percy jackson adaptaion?

okay, so I know this is a controversial opinion right off the bat: I really don’t think it should be an animated series.

A large part of the appeal of the series is that it’s a fantasy series set very very firmly in reality. Literally, apart from the camps, you could go to every location hit in the books. Riordan mentions specific streets, buildings and landmarks, and that was cool when I first read them. I remember being a kid and waiting for him to set a scene in a place near where I lived! I remember trips to New York and being able to envision an epic war happening in the streets. So I think any adaption needs to be live action just to keep that same feeling alive, while I’m not knocking on animation, I just feel like taking the story out of real life would make it loose a little of the charm. Like, the scene where Manhattan is completely frozen in time? It would be haunting to see that in real life, but I feel like it would be less impactful if it didn’t…you know…look real? The series should be done in a way that makes you truly feel like you could just turn a corner and walk straight into a snake woman going about her day. 

Now: another large part of the appeal of the series is how funny it is, but a lot of that…is Percy’s inner monologue. He doesn’t actually voice most of it, there was even a book where Annabeth described him as being quiet. So, I think the best way to work around this: make it Interview With A Demigod. 

Imagine it’s got an interview with a vampire-esque setup- and this even works because within the riordanverse, the books canonically exist because Percy sat down with a ‘camp scribe’ and had his quests recorded. So, like, this isn’t even entirely out of left field. But just imagine, a college-aged, maybe a little older Percy, I can see it so clearly in my head, he’s wearing a sweatshirt that at first glance looks like it says NYU but a trained eye will see it actually says NRU for a camp jupiter easter egg, he’s sitting in some dinky little diner (maybe it can even be a monster donut or something with a clever greek myth related name) with a guy who’s recording the conversation on some old-ass tape recorder that keeps acting up but they can’t record on a phone because of the whole technology thing. Every now and then it’ll cut back to them to get some great Percy thoughts out there. They open with older Percy saying the ‘look, I didn’t wanna be a halfblood’ and then explaining where he was when the whole mess started. Once he get’s to “was I a troubled kid?” the screen fades from older Percy to 12 year old Percy getting in a fight with Nancy and her gang, and the voice over says the ‘Yeah, you could say that’ part as we see him get threatened by the principal to behave on the field trip. Boom, we’ve got an opening. Lowkey….I’m seeing Jordan Fisher as older Percy, but I’m not 100% married to the idea. 

And before anyone tries to argue that showing an older Percy would spoil he’s not gonna die in last olympian- like, reading the books, we all knew he wasn’t going to die. It was a first person narrative and he was consistently speaking in past tense lmao like we Knew he was gonna make it. We still enjoyed the series. It won’t ruin anything.

I want part of the score of the adaptation to be instrumental versions of songs from the musical, I think that could be a sweet nod to that team. 

They really need to nail camp halfblood. I know that goes without saying, but in order to keep the pacing of the story decent we can’t spend as much time falling in love with it like we got to with the book. The book is like, 24 chapters and the quest starts at chapter 12- for a movie or tv show, that’s just gonna feel like it’s dragging. So, the insanity of the camp needs to smack you in the face right away, and then it needs to endear itself to the viewers quickly after that. Don’t try to ease the viewers (or Percy) into the mythology is real thing, rip it off like a bandaid. He’s on his way to meet Chiron and Mr. D for the first time and even if he’s not comprehending what he’s seeing, there’s nature spirits and harpies all around going about their day. Hestia waves at him and then disappears into the flames. Hecate kids can be seen casting a spell on the porch of the Hermes cabin. The Stolls are seen pranking some Aphrodite kids. He sees someone surely die on the climbing wall but then you hear a faint ‘I’m okay!’. The Apollo kids put a rhyming curse on another cabin. Pure chaos all before he gets the ‘so, gods are real’ speech. And then after that…show how warm Luke is to him at the cabin and at dinner. Show the kids all goofing off at the campfire and really make it clear that they’re children. Show the strawberry fields rolling in the wind and Percy sitting on the beach. The whole couple weeks where he’s searching for powers and learning greek and latin with Annabeth can be a montage. Make it clear how hurt and scared he is when he finds out he needs to leave.

It needs to really get you feeling how Percy’s feeling, every laugh, every tear, every moment of fear or confusion needs to shine clear through. Like…think of Spider-Man Homecoming, the Washington monument scene. All things considered, it’s not the most high-stakes scene we’ve ever seen in that franchise, and when it cuts to the kids in the elevator, they’re worried but not quite freaking out, but that scene feels very high stress to watch because the movie is good at getting the viewers to feel what Peter feels. A Percy Jackson adaptation needs a touch like that, because Percy’s a very emotional kid and that’s what a lot of the scenes hinge on.

Lowkey- I’d love it if the casts of both the previous movies and the musical had cameos or bit parts (the movie cast did Nothing Wrong, it was the rest of that team). It’d be hilarious to see, like, Jake Abel as the owner of the poodle, or Logan Lerman as Older Percy and the reporter’s waiter that keeps trying to get in on the conversation, or Brandon T. Jackson as a satyr who’s still stuck grooving out in the Lotus Hotel and Casino. Kristen Stokes as a nature spirit, Chris as one of the ghosts stuck in the waiting room of DOA Records, just like any of those casts having small parts would be fun and sweet. 

There should be a lot of easter eggs for the bigger riordanverse. Promotions in the background for the new Tristan McLean movie. Gabe’s got a true crime documentary about the missing Grace children playing during his poker game. Mr. D is reading a paper about Rachel Dare’s father’s newest project. At some point while they’re still in New York they pass the Kane family’s mansion or whatever it was called. Annabeth keeps a picture of little her and Magnus on her nightstand. The barest of hints about the Triumvirate. Seeing kids in camp jupiter gear in some background shots, just out of notice of our main characters but implying the camps are going through similar problems (BITCH….if we got a titan’s curse adaptation…and we had a shot of Thalia in the foreground….but in the background we saw a blond boy in purple with a golden sword….well I would simply loose my Goddamn mind).

And show us how easily the mist lets things blend in, too- like, everyone thinks ‘Monster Donuts’ is just a normal chain, it’s just on an average street block, but if Percy looks through the window he can see who’s behind the counter. Show someone swindling some guys in a park and you have to look twice to realize he’s a gegeines. Like…how people are still trying to find all the background ghosts in haunting of hill house. I would LOVE to see a bunch of background monsters and mythical beings just going about their day as much as the mortals are while the gang’s questing. 

The effects need to be fun. The whole story needs to be fun, but one weird thing about the past movies are that like…in their attempt to make it gritty, none of the fantastical things happening on screen actually felt that exciting. We need bright colors and interesting choices, consistently cool action shots, a liveliness that makes you feel like you’re in the center of the action. I have absolutely no doubt Disney easily has enough funds to pull off great effects.

The characters need to be….in character lmao. Annabeth needs to be cocky and bratty with the skill set to justify it. Percy needs to be a sweetheart who pretends to be hardened because that’s what people assume he’s like. Grover needs to have dry humor and a Too Old For This Shit attitude whenever percabeth start bickering. Luke needs to be nice and friendly but in a specific way that you can look back after the betrayal and see he was trying to groom everyone. Sally needs to be loving, protective and strong. Chiron needs to feel defeated and determined at the same time. Mr. D needs to….be Stanley Tucci lmao

Also, I’d love if the adaptation could expand more on things that got brushed along in the books- Percy and Beckendorf’s friendship, Silena and Clarisse’s dynamic, make Nico’s crush on Percy a little more obvious, give Rachel some more development. One thing that haunts me about the books is Sally never found out that Gabe hit Percy. Absolutely they don’t need to make the abuse explicit, but I also personally feel like a lot of Percy’s mindsets throughout the series are somewhat a result of Gabe, and I’d like if that got, you know, acknowledged. Maybe in the scene where he figures out Gabe abuses Sally he could say ‘does he hit you too?’ or something to that effect. They could also go more into detail about Annabeth’s family, give Zoe some more depth….like the possibilities I’m screaming.

Okay this is already long and I’m getting tired but I can so clearly see a great adaptation in my mind….Disney please come through….It’s what we deserve…. 

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[robininthelabyrinth]

Three Gates - on ao3 (for content warnings check Ao3) - on tumblr: pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4, pt 5, pt 6, pt 7, pt 8, pt 9, pt 10, pt 11

- Chapter 12 -

The Nightless City was grand and glorious, as luxurious as Koi Tower and as tasteful as the Cloud Recesses, and Meng Yao would burn it all down in a heartbeat for the chance to return to the familiar sparse stone and metal of the Unclean Realm.

Wen Ruohan had forgiven him for murdering Wu Bixian and blowing his cover once Meng Yao had explained the circumstances, although he’d been displeased; Meng Yao had had to work his way back into his inner circle the hard way, inventing monstrous machines for him to use in his Fire Palace, where he played at treating torture the way other people viewed sport.

Meng Yao had once dreamed of torturing his enemies – initially defined as anyone who insulted his mother, but later expanded to include anyone who made a serious effort to harm Nie Mingjue and recently he had been considering an additional expansion to loop in the same for Lan Xichen – but now he realized that torture was boring and burdensome and messy, and a quick execution was clearly much more effective.

There was a lot less upkeep, for one.

A lot fewer tormented doctors as well – that poor Wen Qing would probably have never picked up her needles if she’d known this was where she was going to end up using them, that was for sure – and anyway, neither of his lovers would have approved so it was all a moot point anyway.

Possibly former lovers.

Not that they’d ever actually made it to the stage of being lovers, what with Lan Xichen’s sect rules and parental trauma, Meng Yao’s nightmares of the brothel, and Nie Mingjue’s experiences with Wen Ruohan…

Probably for the best, actually, given what Meng Yao now knew about Nie Mingjue – something that he was almost certain that Nie Mingjue did not know about himself.

A few months at Wen Ruohan’s side had certainly been enlightening on that front. As Meng Yao might’ve suspected, he treated even the people in his clan about the same as wooden furniture, useful to varying degrees but all ultimately disposable, and someone like Meng Yao, a talented retainer he’d stolen from another sect and who had no way out, made for amusing company.

Wen Ruohan had in fact heard the rumor of someone in the Nie sect being born as a yang furnace, very likely from Wu Bixian himself in an attempt to get rid of what he perceived to be a stain on the sect’s reputation, and he’d investigated, ultimately figuring out that the person in question was Nie Mingjue. A yang furnace, Meng Yao learned, was considerably rarer than a yin furnace, requiring the right horoscope and lucky (or unlucky) parentage, and was considered far more precious – people with that constitution would have an incredible talent for cultivation themselves, but would also be able to magnify, many times over, the cultivation or even cultivation potential of those with whom they engaged in dual cultivation.

The furnace’s consent in the matter was not required.

After discovering the truth, Wen Ruohan had apparently gone back and forth for some time in deciding whether to snatch him up immediately, training him up as a concubine reserved for the use of the Wen clan, but one of his more esoteric specialists had told him that the sort of intense cultivation techniques he had in mind would likely kill a child and, more importantly, that the positive effect on his own cultivation would be magnified if Nie Mingjue’s cultivation were higher when he began.

“Sect Leader Wen’s patience is admirable,” Meng Yao said with the sort of smile he’d worn when talking to the brothel owner that used to beat his mother on a regular basis just so she’d ‘remember her place’. “If only I had known..! I am not so certain I could resist such a temptation for years on end.”

Wen Ruohan laughed. “Well, I must admit I gave it a half-hearted effort a few times. The doctors did say that a few times early on wouldn’t hurt.”

By hurt he meant damage to Nie Mingjue’s ability to cultivate, or to cultivate with others, not to the lifetime of nightmares and terror that Nie Mingjue suffered as a result of his unrelenting pursuit.

“Though on that subject,” Wen Ruohan continued, a faint smile on his face, “perhaps you’d like to take a look at the room I’ve prepared for him, and let me know if you have any suggestions – anything you think he’d enjoy for the times when he’s not – in service.”

“Of course, Sect Leader Wen.”

“Naturally, if you also have any proposals regarding any of your marvelous machines…”

“Naturally, Sect Leader Wen.”

“Good,” Wen Ruohan praised. “If you please me well enough, perhaps I’ll let you take a turn once I’m done with him.”

He had other requests, too, which were even less savory – mostly storytelling, Meng Yao casting his mind back to his days at the brothel and even in desperation some of the artwork Nie Huaisang insisted on collecting to describe all sorts of scenarios for Wen Ruohan’s evident enjoyment.

Meng Yao took a bath as often as he could plausibly manage it, and still felt unclean.

(Chiwen, hidden away as best as he could in the room he’d been assigned because a Nie saber did not voluntarily enter Wen hands, screamed in his head. He hated everything about what they were doing.)

It was amazing, Meng Yao thought, how far self-deception could go: he had thought, once, that he would be able to distract and dissuade Wen Ruohan without losing anything along the way, that he could sell himself without counting the cost, and at the last he realized that his mother had been right about warning him not to get used to making deals with bad men.

Wu Bixian, too. He had thought that Wen Ruohan’s goal was domination of the cultivation world, his pursuit of Nie Mingjue only a means to get there or at best a distraction, when in fact Wen Ruohan wanted to be a god, to break through the barrier of cultivation and rise up to the heavens, and he believed that Nie Mingjue could get him there.

And yet Wen Ruohan, too, was deceived – he thought that everything in the world was meaningless grist to that great ambition’s mill, thought that everything he did was for power and power only. And yet there was the great care and attention with which he had filled the prison room in the Nightless City with all the things Nie Mingjue liked, things that he’d figured out from casual mentions in discussion conferences, the fascination in his eyes when Meng Yao told him stories that were sometimes so very boring and mundane, the casual way he dismissed even his own heir’s death at Nie Mingjue’s hands…

Perhaps the interest had been merely practical once, but it certainly was no longer.

At least the war was going well.

Not much else was.

His letters with Wen Ruohan had been belatedly discovered and publicized, his betrayal becoming widely known – Wen Ruohan deliberately cutting off Meng Yao’s route of return, no doubt. The fact that it was a good move, and one Meng Yao would have done if he were in his place, did not make it any easier to swallow.

He had always assumed he would be there to explain the letters to Nie Mingjue.

He’d said so many cruel things in those letters over the years, hurtful things, things he didn’t believe but thought that Wen Ruohan would like to hear – things about Lao Nie, about Nie Mingjue, about Baxia, about Nie Huaisang…disdainful, wretched things, lies that had flowed so easily out of his brush when he’d thought it was all a game.

He didn’t want to think about Nie Mingjue hearing them – seeing them – reading them –

He didn’t want Nie Mingjue to think that was how he really felt.

Some days, in the middle of the night in the too-brightly-lit core of the Nightless City, Meng Yao put his head in his hands and felt the prickle of tears in his eyes. He should have known better, he thought. He shouldn’t have tried to take it all on his own shoulders; he shouldn’t have assumed he’d be able to explain, that he could swear on Chiwen that his motives were pure and that all would be easily forgiven; he should have told Nie Mingjue what he was doing early on so that it would not come to him as a surprise –

He should not have repeated his mother’s mistake from all those years ago.

(“They don’t trust us!” Lao Nie had shouted, his voice still audible behind those stone walls, and Nie Mingjue had gone silent, the words hitting their mark and leaving a wound, before he’d started arguing once again.)

Meng Yao had originally planned on having both Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen act as his contacts during the war, but instead for his sins he got stone-faced Lan Wangji and, eventually, red-eyed Wei Wuxian, who was clearly still deeply shaken by the near-destruction of the Lotus Pier and how close he had come to losing everyone he loved.

(Meng Yao killed time in between boring torture, nauseating dinners with Wen Ruohan, and interacting with his two contacts in trying to figure out how to get said contacts to confess their obvious attraction to each other without ever actually telling them to their face that they were being idiots.

How anyone had ever compared him to Wei Wuxian – citing their status as fatherless children being raised by sect leaders alongside their heirs – he honestly did not know; the boy had a genius for cultivating and the arrogance to go with it, but simply no common sense whatsoever. Meng Yao was his exact opposite.)

They had both briefly been guests of the Wen sect, brought in by the same invitation that had been forcefully extended to Nie Huaisang; once they were there, they were given to Wen Chao to lead and reshape. Obviously that went about as badly as anyone could imagine, Wen Chao being what he was.

Nie Huaisang had been there too, of course, and Meng Yao hadn’t dared go anywhere near him. It wasn’t that he doubted his own acting abilities, or Nie Huaisang’s for that matter, but rather his own perception. Nie Huaisang was a very good liar, and if Meng Yao got it into his head that his own blood brother didn’t believe him, he might very well fall apart.

So he didn’t go.

That turned out to be a mistake.

Apparently, not showing up was seen as some sort – admission of guilt, perhaps, because the second Nie Huaisang returned to the Unclean Realm, things started going very badly indeed. Many of his old contacts stopped talking to him or even disappeared, even the ones he would have sworn Nie Huaisang had no knowledge of, and he didn’t even want to think about how many of his plans ran into obstacles that had nothing to do with luck and had everything to do with Nie Huaisang’s Nie temper.

Meng Yao only hoped that the cause of the temper tantrum was his failure to apologize for not letting Nie Huaisang properly into his schemes, and not that Nie Huaisang thought –

Surely Nie Huaisang would have said something to Wei Wuxian or Lan Wangji if he didn’t believe Meng Yao to be trustworthy? They were peers, had been schoolmates, and a few months together was more than enough time for Nie Huaisang to get the measure of them – he had to know what they were doing on his behalf, surely, and he hadn’t stopped them, so…

Sometimes Meng Yao thought that his circular rationalizations would drive him mad, long before anything else about this horrible life of his did.

(He also thought, sometimes, about how his mother would feel – how she did feel – about what he was doing, and whether she approved or not. He usually tried to stop thinking about it as soon as possible.)

At any rate, the sect heirs had all escaped after some unfortunate encounter with a corrupted Xuanwu that made Meng Yao twitch in fear when he belatedly learned about it, and soon after that the war began in earnest.

The Nie sect took Heijian, as had always been the plan; the Wen sect’s cultivators threw themselves against their iron wall without any success and even some heavy losses, especially whenever Nie Mingjue himself there to lead battles. The Lan sect was scattered after the burning of the Cloud Recesses, but Lan Wangji’s early warning had preserved more of their lives than might have otherwise been accounted for – the attack on the Lotus Pier had been similarly blunted through timely advice, although Jiang Fengmian’s stubborn refusal to take immediate action had resulted in injuries, some rather serious.

Two major attacks, in under a year – the rest of the cultivation world was alarmed. A sizeable number chosen to give in at once, while others opted to join the opposing forces, and war was everywhere.

Meng Yao had hoped that his information would be enough to tip the balance, that he could play the same role he’d played against Wen Ruohan in the past – acting as an interruption, but never quite tipping his hand. Never pushing for the real reward, taking the big risk…

The war dragged on.

There were some close calls – some difficult battles. People were dying on both sides. Several times there were reports of terrible injury to key people; the death of someone he loved was only a matter of time.

It seemed that he didn’t have a choice but to take more dramatic action.

Evil, Chiwen screamed in his mind, just as he had every day since Meng Yao had arrived at this horrible place. Kill it!

Meng Yao wished it was so easy.

“Do you mind if I borrow your brother?” he asked Wen Qing, who glared at him but accepted the jar of wine he offered her. “Just for a while.”

“None of your machines,” she said at once. He couldn’t blame her.

“No machines,” he agreed. “I need a courier.”

She paused, then put the wine down. “Out of the Nightless City? Safely?”

He smiled.

Wen Ning was delighted to see Wei Wuxian, and the feeling was decidedly mutual – Meng Yao had picked Wen Ning in part because of the extraordinary initiative he had taken at the Lotus Pier, initiative that made the entire Jiang clan quite fond of him – and Wei Wuxian happily agreed to smuggle Wen Ning out of Qishan to deliver a private message.

“Make sure he gets to Lan Xichen,” Meng Yao instructed. “A message can be compromised or lost – a person, not so easily.”

“I’ll do my best,” Wei Wuxian said, and almost looked approving, like he thought that Meng Yao was doing this to save Wen Ning from the worst of the war.

He had no idea what Meng Yao was doing.

“Wei Wuxian,” Meng Yao said when they were about to leave. “What does Lan Xichen say about me?”

A blink, there and gone. “He fears for your safety, and hopes you are well.”

“And – Nie Mingjue?”

He didn’t bother asking about Nie Huaisang. If his brother didn’t want someone to know how he felt, no one would ever have the slightest clue.

Wei Wuxian hesitated, and Meng Yao waited, and in the end Wei Wuxian finally said, “I don’t think I’ve heard him say anything about you at all.”

Meng Yao nodded. It was no less than he’d expected, for all that it felt as if his heart were shattering. “Thank you. Please go.”

Wei Wuxian would take Wen Ning to Lan Xichen, and Lan Xichen would believe the words of a person more than he believed a letter – it was his nature to do so, especially when that person was as serious and earnest as Wen Ning, who seemed so trustworthy and who would never knowingly tell a lie.

But a person who would never knowingly tell a lie could still be made to carry one, and so Lan Xichen would listen to Wen Ning, and he would take what Wen Ning told him to Nie Mingjue, and Nie Mingjue – who might have questioned information brought by Wen Ning but who would never question Lan Xichen, the way he had previously never questioned Meng Yao – Nie Mingjue would listen, and believe, and act on that belief.

He would go to Yangquang –

And Wen Ruohan would be waiting for him.

Sometimes Meng Yao hated himself.

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