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justpoliteconversations · 2 months

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Midnight Impulses [Chain + Healer!Reader]

Keeping your abilities hidden is difficult when the object of your attention is so close.

It keeps growing. Will the trash heap never end?

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TW: None.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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You stare up at the night sky with a pinched expression, something ominously similar to a pout pulling at your lips. The blankets are pulled up to your nose, and above the soft rim your eyes glare squinty-eyed at the man laying beside you.

In the light of the pit fire, you can see the way his shoulders and back are tense with pain and fitful sleep. The shine of his hair taunts you where it highlights the delicate curve of his ear, the soft pink of a bang an elegant curve contrasting the harsh shadows of the fire light.

His bare skin. If only you could touch his skin without waking him, even just the tips of your fingers. But he's always been cagey, especially when he's in so much pain. He'd snap awake before you could even pull your hand from your covers, and then he'd be awake and suspicious all night. Just like every night before.

Your fingers grip into the inside of your bedroll, jaw clenching, resisting the temptation to rush him while he's vulnerable and force your healing magic into his aching joints and creaking, burning bones.

It wouldn't take long. If you could get your whole hand onto his face or maybe an arm, the deed could be done in less than a minute. He'd struggle, yes, but his gauntlets are off and you could keep him pinned for a few precious seconds after he manages to escape the confines of his covers.

Just one minute of struggle, and it'll be done. Sure, he'll hate you more than ever and will most certainly never trust you again. But his arthritis and damaged body (so damaged, laden with so many old, untreated wounds it makes your heart ache) will be gone.

He'll be free of them all. The pain, the weakness, the insecurities and the memories. He'll finally be able to put all those hurts behind him and just live, free of the burdens his path forced upon him. Free to look forward to a future not overshadowed by the slow, inevitable breaking of his body.

Free of a future that sees him stripped of mobility and restful night by the time he's 30. If he even lives that long, damaged as he's been by the cruel hand of destiny.

It would be worth it. Just one moment of struggle. One final twist and ache of his bones as he fights against your hands and arms and full body grip, and then he'll be released from the bondage of everlasting degeneration. The agony of a body sacrified for the greater good.

Just one-

No. The thought is irrational and unfair to the man in question. It would also reveal your hand to the Chain, and you had no intention of putting yourself in that situation.

You'd learned your lesson. Even the kindest and most honorable of men can be brought low by the promise of life. The guarantee of no more brothers lost to the slow hand of time, and the knowledge that tomorrow will find you and all you love there to greet it.

Life is so precious. Who wouldn't be tempted to keep it forever by your side.

You envied Hyrule. For his strength and his cunning. For no shackles shall ever find his wrists, no tether will ever bind his arms and legs. No force on this plain of existence will ever break his spirit.

You are nothing like him. Not a hero. Not a fairy borne. Not a beloved brother of the many powerful men who came before him.

You are just yourself. Someone who got unlucky with their blessings.

You envied him, for your healing is nothing like his. It is slow and bone deep, poorly suited to the riggers of field wounds but inevitable in its power nonetheless.

In this world of fairies and potions and the blessing of Goddesses, the hand of death will not come in the blaze of battle. No. It will creep slow and steady into the very marrow of your bones. It will start with aches so deep no fairy light can reach them, with a cough so thin no potion can grasp it.

For many, death will not be by the sword, but by the bone deep memory of what it left behind.

If you could still the hand of fate, wouldn't you? Wouldn't they, whom fate has chosen so readily? Even if it cost just a sliver of thier humanity?

You never intended to find out if these men had it in them to pay that price. No need to tempt fate. Not with men like these, who live and die by such sacrifices.

The ear twitches in his sleep and so do your fingers, the shine of his ruffled hair like a siren's call to your eyes.

You suck in a sharp breath. The temptation flaring once more within you, pushing you forward like strong wind at your back. Calling you like the promise of cool water under the desert sun. Like the shelter of home as a thundering storm shakes the land.

It twitches again. The shine of hair.

'Fuck.'

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"He's messing with them again." Twilight grumbled, arms crossed as he levels his most unimpressed stare at the Vet's back.

Time chuckled, stretching along the log at his back and savoring the smooth roll of muscles and bones unhindered by pain or aches. He couldn't wait to bring you home to Malon and let you work your magic. His beloved wife had even planned out their sleeping arrangements to encourage your helpful nature.

"If Legend wants to drag this out, let him be. He's the only one suffering from it." He smiled then, more of a grin than anything. "And it's cute." The older man admitted impishly, leaning fully back against the log he'd been stretching over in a boneless sprawl.

Twilight wanted to say something back, but honestly couldn't deny any of it. Especially not when Legend rolled over and let his hand fall just inches from your bedroll. And your eyes widened and then narrowed, your mouth twisting into an obvious pout. How you whipped your back to him with a growl, hiding your face in the covers. Only to peek over your shoulder moments later to glare at the motionless hand with a single, leering eye.

Not when Warriors was hiding his face in Wind's sea-salt hair, trying to cover his amused grin and single cracked eye. Not with Wind's shoulders shaking with mirth, just barely hidden beneath Warrior's greater size.

Not with Hyrule smothering his laughter with both hands, back turned purposely to you so you wouldn't see. Not with Sky out like a light, breathing free and soft and unrestrained for the first time since they'd been forced onto this quest.

And not when Time looks so relaxed, spine arched freely like a man who'd not known the burden of the world pressing down on his shoulders. The effortless roll of his muscles a stark contrast to the painful twists of naught a week before.

"Fine." He eventually conceded, narrowing his eyes. "But if this keeps up for more than a week, game's over. They've not slept well in the last 3 days."

Time nodded, eye closing as he began to drift into a light, mediative doze. "Of course. We wouldn't want our shyest member to lose too much sleep over our brother's aches, now would we."

The heavily ringed finger twitched when you rolled back over to face Legend's back and began hesitantly reaching for it. You squawked at the unexpected movement and jerked back, hands flying to your mouth when you realized what you'd done.

Legend opened his eyes then, feigning sleepiness as he snapped. "What are you looking at, hah?"

You glared back. "Nothing!" Before turning your back to him once more and crossing your arms with an even deeper pout. Hunkering down in your covers.

Vet huffed, though an amused grin stole across his face the moment you looked away. "Weirdo." He snapped in a falsly waspish tone, his grin growing when you growled lowly under you breath.

Twilight looked at Time again. Frowning.

"Tomorrow. I'll talk to him." Time hummed in assurance, though he didn't bother to open his eye.

Twilight sighed again, and Time chuckled.

Near the fire, the shifting of covers, the reveal of a bare neck and another quiet gasp. The smothered giggles of Hyrule laying closest to them. The whisper of Warrior's trying to keep Wind from blowing their cover. Four returning from his watch, multi-colored eyes already rolling skyward with exasperation at the now very familiar sight.

'Yeah.' Twilight thought. 'You and me both.'

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Return to the shadows.

#linked universe x reader #linked universe

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inkeyjay · 1 year

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iulia post iulia post

Like the stars chase the sun, over the glowing hill i will conquer -

Meet iulia, one of my dnd characters, formerly an Oath of Conquest paladin. Like Leondras, the founding mother of her former order, she decided to break her oath and raise her sword towards the very institution that instructed her.

She's my character in @royalsea-art's grand scheme of things

First image is how she started on the campaign. Recently turned 19, fresh in a different city, trying to be lawful and impose peace (yes, she was a cop, bear with me)

Second image is from the customary masquerade session.

Aaaand then the incident* happened *we got bamboozled (she trusted her order and an old friend against the party's advice and all she got was treason)

I did not choose the song so do not perceive me, Iulia's song is Queen of peace by florence + the machine but they made me use ed sheeran against my will

So! Long story short, she sacrified so the rest of the party could escape, dying in the process. This is the moment when i think she definitely broke her oath and cut ties with her order.

Eeeexcept she did not die, and was saved from the fire and rubble by Nirilde (the eyepatch one) (gay behaviour enemies to lovers shit if you ask me) (i may have some homoerotic swordfighting sketches) a member of the cult the party has been fighting against from the beggining. (the party members still think she died)

She was held hostage for some time but in the end managed to escape and partially recover from her burns. she looks like this right now:

She now marches for The Sun, ready to defend the people she loves from the same people that managed to corrupt Leondras' legacy, the same ones she fought all those years ago.

Sunlight brings warmth, but it can also start a fire.

The night she died, iulia was a spark.

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ssailormoonn · 6 months

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I'll Miss You | Kurapika Kurta (nsfw)

part 1 | part 2

MASTERLIST ┊HXH MASTER LIST

WC;3.8k┊!MDNI! ┊TW; body worship?, praise?, thighjob, cunnilingus, hand fetishism, sensation play?, PIV

REQUEST; Hi, can I request a Kurapika oneshot?, before going to the Black Whale, they have a friends' meeting at night and later they had intercourse and at the morning (it can be around 1-2 am) they receive a call (it can be from Melody or Leorio) asking where they are, after the call they can have an intimate moment between them, like chatting, cuddling, it can be suggestive too... 👀 @lixhizy a/n: kinda made 'intimate moment' angsty but...

The mansion's eerie atmosphere seemed to intensify as I continued down the seemingly endless hallway, my footsteps echoing softly in the silence. This was the most foreboding part of the Nostrade mansion, and it had become even darker and more ominous since Kurapika had taken on the responsibilities of being the head of the Nostrade family and the Rat of the Zodiacs.

Kurapika's new roles kept him incredibly busy. While he made time for me, it came at the cost of ghosting everyone else, including our other friends like Killua, Gon, and Leorio. I couldn't help but wonder if he still considered them his friends, given how distant he had become.

As I approached the room where Kurapika spent a great deal of his time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of isolation. He sits there, his gaze fixed on the eyes of his brethren, only willing to answer the phone if it was a matter of business or if the call was from me.

I softly turned the doorknob and entered the room, greeted by the familiar sight of Kurapika. He sat in the ebony wood chair, his attention fixed on the glow of the crimson eyes in front of him. I treaded silently, not wanting to disturb him. We had visitors waiting for us, and I didn't want to keep them waiting any longer.

Gently, I placed my hand on his shoulder, a soft and reassuring touch meant to alert him of my presence. Kurapika had a habit of dropping his guard within this room, allowing his vulnerability to show. I could feel the tension leaving his body as he realized it was me. Leaning in, I planted a gentle kiss on the top of his head, inhaling the comforting scent of vanilla that always seemed to surround him since I started to help Kurapika take care of himself more.

Kurapika had matured in his own way. It was clear that he was no longer wearing his tabards, a change that disappointed me to some extent, knowing that he was now obligated to wear more formal suits and clothing as the head of the mafia. His hair had also grown out a bit and had become slightly wavier, giving him a somewhat messy. It was a stark contrast to the Kurapika I had known before, but it was a reflection of the new roles and responsibilities he had taken on in his life.

Kurapika's soft voice brought a sense of warmth to the room containing to his stern tone he took on with the other colleagues. His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer until my legs were pressed against the cool wood of the chair. He leaned into me, resting his head beneath my chest, finding comfort in our closeness. With a gentle and affectionate tone, he asked, "What is it, my love?"

As I continued to cradle Kurapika close to me, his blonde hair gently slipping through my fingers, I informed him, "We have some visitors."

He responded with a mumble of incoherent words, a sign that he was still in a half-awake state, making me smile.

"Send them out," he said, his voice carrying a hint of determination, "I'm not seeing them."

I hesitated, "You don't even kno—"

"Killua and Gon," he interjected.

I nodded slowly, my voice softening, "Those two boys miss you, Pika."

"They don't need to see me. They can see me after I accomplish my goal."

Kurapika stood up, placing his other hand around my waist, pulling me even closer to him. I gazed up at him, a slight frown on my face, my hands resting on his shoulders. It was evident that he had been sacrificing sleep again, staying up during the hours when I was asleep. We both had a mission to attend to tomorrow.

"I'm worried about you, Pika," I expressed softly, my concern etched in my voice. "You can't afford to lose sleep, especially with what we have to do tomorrow."

Kurapika's words were meant to be reassuring, but I couldn't help but express my concern. "You say that..."

He cupped the side of my face, gently angling my face closer to his. Leaning down, he planted a gentle and reassuring kiss on my forehead. "I will, don't worry yourself about me," he whispered softly, his affectionate gesture meant to ease my worries.

I mustered up the courage to make my request, avoiding his gaze as I spoke. "Can you at least just sit with me? You know, at the table," I mumbled, feeling my face flush at the memory of his affectionate gestures. "You don't have to do anything or speak. They just want to see you," I added with a slight pout, looking up at him with puppy eyes.

I could hear a hopeless sigh escape his lips, and I knew that he would comply with my request. Kurapika's willingness to accommodate my request brought a genuine smile to my soft, rose-stained lips. I couldn't contain my happiness, and I wiggled in contentment within his embrace. My arms wrapped around his neck, one hand finding solace in his blonde hair.

"Thank you, Pika," I whispered against his neck, my warm breath brushing against his skin. I felt a shudder of breath leave his mouth, and it only made me smile even more, pressing myself affectionately against his neck.

━

Kurapika complied with my request, sitting in the chair next to me. His ankle rested on his knee, and he couldn't quite hide his discomfort as his foot shook up and down, a clear sign that he was eager to leave, to be in the comfort of our solitude. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his onyx dress pants, and his eyes shifted, avoiding eye contact with our visitors who chatted about trivial matters.

As the conversations continued over the past hour, it became evident that Kurapika remained distant and unresponsive. He either shrugged off questions posed by the two boys, Killua and Gon, or simply ignored them altogether. This behavior made me frown on several occasions as I observed the lack of engagement from Kurapika. What was particularly strange was that even Leorio, someone Kurapika had indicated he was fine to speak with, also received the same dismissive treatment.

"Gon, Killua," I said, standing up from the table, ready to make my exit.

"Yeah!" Gon replied enthusiastically.

"I think I'm going to head to bed," I announced, taking a step away from the table. But just as I did, I felt Kurapika tug on the back of my shirt. I turned to look back at him, his tall figure towering over mine, his gaze flat and resolute, the kind of look he would give me when he needed something, needed me.

"Kurapika's coming too," I informed the three remaining at the table. "We have a mission later tonight, and we can't afford to be late, so we'll be getting some rest."

Killua couldn't resist teasing, "Yeah, Kurapika, follow your master like a puppy."

I responded in a stern tone, "Killua."

He mumbled an apology and crossed his arms, a small smile rising across my face. It was clear that despite the teasing, we were all friends and deeply cared about each other, even if our interactions sometimes had a playful edge. However, Killua seemed to instigate most of his teasing towards Kurapika.

The mission's timetable demanded our presence at the location by midnight. We needed to prepare and be ready on-site, as the ship was set to depart at three in the morning. The urgency of the situation and the late-night schedule emphasized the importance of the mission and the need for us to be fully prepared. Plus, the sun was only just setting.

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As we lay in solitude, we cherished the last few hours we had to spend together. Kurapika and I found ourselves on different tiers of the Black Whale due to our respective roles. I specialised in medicine, which happened to place me on the same tier as Leorio. This left Kurapika and Melody on tier one, further apart from me.

It was worth noting that my Nen ability had no direct connection with my expertise in medicine, but I took comfort in knowing that as long as I had one person with me, I should be alright.

With a sigh, I snuggled closer into Kurapika's chest, my head resting on top of him. He gently stroked the back of my head, offering a comforting and reassuring presence as we savored these precious moments together.

"I'm going to miss you, Kurapika," I said, lifting my head to meet his grey eyes. In response, he gently moved my head closer to his and placed a soft, delicate kiss against my lips.

"I'll miss you more, my love."

I sat up, straddling Kurapika's lap, and placed my hands on the sides of his head, pulling myself closer to press my lips against his once more. Kurapika's hands settled comfortably on my waist, and his tongue slipped into my mouth, deepening the kiss.

The passionate exchange continued as our tongues entangled, and I couldn't help but let out a shameless whimper of desire. My hands cupped Kurapika's neck, pulling us closer in an intimate embrace. Moments passed, and the intensity of the kiss left a trail of saliva when we finally broke apart.

I gazed into Kurapika's rose-tinted cheeks, and he tilted his head back, breathing heavily, feeling his growing hard press into my crotch making me press down onto him. A breathless sigh leaves my throat as a choked moan leaves his bobbing throat.

Lowering my head down to below his jawline, I whisper the words against his neck, "Can I touch you?"

"Please." The words breathless left his mouth as I immediately acted on his consent. My lips trailed all over his neck, I made sure to make no visible marks anywhere above his shirt collar.

I hastily unbutton his dress shirt while he sits up to help me take off his shirt, his blazer already discarded when we laid together. I throw my night dress off in the process, discarding Kurapikas pants. This left us both clad in our underwear. I hurry to leave wet hot sucks across his chest, intertwining my fingers with his. "You're so pretty, Pika. Fuck," I moan against his skin making him intertwine the fingers of his other hand within my hair, tugging at the strands desperately.

"So good for me," I murmured in pleasure, my voice slurred with desire. I gently pulled his hand towards me, holding the back of it, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on the palm of his hand.

I palmed his length through his boxers making him squeeze his eyes shut letting out a moan in pleasure and I couldn't help but place another open mouth kiss on his lips. "Come here," He growled desperately.

His slender hands gripped the underside of my thighs, pulling me up his chest. He cranes his neck forward and kisses my clit through my soaked underwear making me want to clench my thighs together, though, I couldn't. Being stabilised to his chest with his hands gripped tightly on my thighs causing the flush on my face to grow hotter.

"Sit on my face," Kurapika says against the fabric of my underwear.

"You won't be able to breathe," I reply shyly avoiding his gaze when I feel the cool metal from the rings of his chains press against my opposite thigh making me sigh.

"Come on, {Y/n}, please," He begs as he places a kiss on my lower abdomen. I bit my lip as I hovered myself over his face, not sitting down. That seemed to make him only annoyed when the grip on my thighs pushed me down a little more, his nose bumping my clit through the fabric making me whimper as my fingers wrapped around his blonde hair.

My underwear shifted to the side when I felt his tongue drag from my clit down my slit to my soaked hole, a moan leaves my throat at the action while Kurapika moaned and grunted himself at the movement, finding pleasure himself.

"So pretty," Kurapika mumbles as his tongue plays with my clit making my thighs squish agasint his head, arousing a moan from him. I grind myself down on him as I felt myself getting closer and closer to my orgasm. "That's it," He mumbles. "So good for me."

"Hah~ Kurap-ik- Pika," I chant his name through broken syllables as his movements become faster and his fingers dig into my plush thighs. As I was about to release my fingers interlaced in his hair tighter making whimpers spill out of his lips, reverberating through my clit to my entire body. I clasped his hand on my thigh, squeezing them as I was about to tip over the edge.

"'m gonna come," I moan. "Pika, ngh~"

The moment he sighed into my folds, a choked moan left my lips as I felt the coil within my stomach release, drenching his face and completely soaking my underwear. He helped me gently remove myself from his face and laid me on my back on the bed while he kneeled in front of my bent legs.

He leaned forward pressing his lips to mine as he removed my underwear from my legs. "You did so good for me," He praised agasint my lips making a whimper leave the confines of my mouth, I felt the slightest smile rise on Kurapika's face. "I know how much you love my voice," He mumbles.

He pulls away making me whine, I look before me and I gulp in neediness when I see his length, pressed flush against his abdomen, painfully hard because of me. He smeared the tip of precum and a deprived moan leaves his lips when he pumps a few times, rutting his hips into his hand.

I could see his grey irises turn into the familiar crimson red when I could see he was losing patience in wanting me. My legs get thrown over his shoulders and he rests his hefty shaft in between my folds, rubbing the length on my puffy clit. I squirm beneath him, and his only response was to grip my thighs tighter to hold me in place.

He rubs his shaft again through my puffy folds and I whimper as tears well in my eyes in the need for him inside me, my thighs clamp shut, ripping from his clamp-like hold. Kurpika lets out a moan at the tightness from the grip of my thighs clamped around his shaft. "Look at you. So pretty," He mumbles trying to keep his moans in. "Stay like this for me, my love."

I comply, too dazed and needy to do anything else. He squishes my thighs tighter together as he sloppily thrusts back and forth between my thighs, trusting agasint my folds and clit making us both moan and whine. His balls slap against the base of my ass.

One of his hands leaves the plush skin of my thighs to rub my clit making me squirm and moan hopelessly as he continues to thrust in between. "Making me feel so good, Pika," I moan making him sloppily thrust faster into the confines of my plushness. "'m love you so much. Making me feel so good, you look so good like this," I slur, moaning over my words when I hear his whimpers become higher, signaling he was close to his release.

"Mhpp~ Coming, coming," He chants as his load gets spilled over my lower abdomen with still some of the sticky substance leaking out of his swollen tip. I wash over my second orgasm for the night, my chest heaving from the release.

He gently places my legs off his shoulders, carefully placing them on the bed. I let a wince cover my face as I felt his shaft getting pulled away from my entrance, making me whine. I felt Kurapika's lips pressing a trail of tender kisses along my neck, his warm breath brushing against my skin. He whispered kind and reassuring words that filled me with affection and a sense of belonging.

Kurapika's body moved, and I could feel his weight being gently shifted towards where the pillows were, with his back now leaning against the wooden headboard. His fingers brushed through the entanglement of his hair. I shakily sit up, my legs not helping the cause as I straddle his hips and I snuggle up against him.

The moment I sat on him, was the moment I felt him get hard again, which made me let out a hopeless laugh. "I'm sorry, my love," He says embarrassed. "I know you're tired after that, you can go to sleep. I'll clean you up."

"No," I say swallowing the lump. "I wanna help," I insisted.

"{Y/n}, you don't have to," Kurapika reassured me with a gentle smile, his hand stroking the back of my head affectionately.

"Please," I implored, gazing into his eyes, which were gradually returning to their familiar shade of grey.

"You don't need to push yourself."

"I'll be okay, Pika," I mumble as I press my lips against his.

I hold the base of his cock aligning it up with my soaked hole, fluttering and clenching on nothing, waiting to have his dick inside of me. I slowly sick down on the shaft, breathy moans both leave our throats as I'm flush with the base of his dick, pressed fully agasint his pelvis.

I stabilised myself agasint his shoulders. One of his slender hands is placed on my hip and the other on my waist, helping me grind and bounce agasint him with my already weakened legs. Our moans fill the room as the new moon's light covers us, shining us with a cool tone.

Moving one of my hands to Kurapika's, I hold the hand that was done with the chains. I gave a soft kiss to the pad of his thumb resulting in a groan in the middle of his whimpers. I placed the finger in my mouth, sucking on the flesh as the ring of the chain prods at the entrance of my mouth.

My gummy walls tighten around his shaft and felt myself creaming all over his shaft with a loud moan leaving my throat. A few more hip thrusts from Kurapika before he whines from the heat of pleasure before coming on my stomach.

Kurapika helped me up from his hips, and I laid down on the bed, feeling drowsy and sleepy from our intimate encounter. He was about to stand up to retrieve a washcloth from the bathroom when I grabbed his wrist, causing him to quickly turn back around with a concerned expression.

"What's wrong, my love?" he asked, sitting back down beside me.

"Stay," I mumbled with my eyes drifting closed. "I wanna hold you."

He hummed in reply before slipping under the covers with me, pulling me into his chest, and wrapping his arms around me. I did the same, our warmth seeping into each other as our legs entangled. In that comforting embrace, we drifted off into a peaceful slumber, secure in each other's love and presence.

━

The abrupt ringing of a phone not only jolted me awake but also Kurapika. I let out a groan at the noise, feeling disoriented from the sudden awakening. Kurapika, on the other hand, was already reaching for the phone, squinting his eyes to see the caller's identity before answering.

"Yes," he replied, his voice groggy.

"Do you know what time is it?" the voice on the other end inquired.

"One," Kurapika responded with a sigh, and the realisation hit me like a jolt. We were supposed to meet Melody and Leorio at midnight at the Black Whale commencement, and now we were late. Panic surged through me as I quickly sat up in bed, the urgency of the situation becoming clear.

Kurapika reassured Melody over the phone, his voice steady despite our lateness. After hanging up, he ran a hand through his hair, looking at me with determination.

"Pika, we need to get ready," I said, furrowing my brows as I attempted to leave the bed, but he pulled me back into it.

"Kurapika, we need to go," I insisted, my concern for our punctuality growing as the urgency of the situation became more apparent.

Kurapika mumbled as he pulled me back into his embrace, holding me tightly, making it nearly impossible for me to escape his grasp. I gazed up at him, noticing the crimson shade his eyes had taken on, and it made me worry.

"You okay?" I asked, my fingers gently tracing across his cheeks as I looked into his intense, crimson eyes, concern etched on my face.

Kurapika's fingers cupped the side of my face, and he continued to gaze deeply into my {e/c} eyes as I met his with affection. I couldn't help but smile at the sight of his captivating eyes, with their unique blend of grey and crimson.

"Kurapika," I said softly.

He hummed in response.

"I wish I'd been born as your heart, so then when you'd go, I'd go as well," I admitted.

"I wouldn't want that. I've done terrible things to my heart. I wouldn't want to have hurt you."

"But still," I mumble.

"If that were the case, I wouldn't have met you. I wouldn't be able to hold you or kiss you. I love you too much."

"I love you too," I say grazing my lips against his.

As I gazed into Kurapika's eyes, he returned my sentiment with his own declaration, "I love you more, my love." His expression seemed to shift, and he squeezed his eyes shut as if he were in pain.

"Kurapika, what's wrong?" I asked, concern evident in my voice as I pulled him closer to me.

He hesitated for a moment, and then said, "There's something I've been meaning to tell you, two things."

"You're making me worry," I replied, growing more anxious.

"When this is all over, I want to marry you," he confessed.

My eyes widened, and I exclaimed, "W-What?"

"I love you, {Y/n}. I want to spend the rest of my days with you," Kurapika replied before a frown etched onto his features.

"W-What's the second thing?" I asked.

But the moment Kurapika shared the second piece of information, my eyes filled with tears. "Why would you do that?!" I sobbed into his chest, overwhelmed by the emotions and the magnitude of the moment.

"Like I said, I want to spend the rest of my days with you. I can't live without you."

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zeravmeta · 9 months

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he was a tremendous guy... fighting for countless years against an unfathomably stronger opponent with nothing but pure willpower through endless pain and despite becoming the beast of his lostbelt he was never a monster... a god a corpse a beast so many things piled up into an unkillable lump of writhing flesh that did nothing but suffer and yet he never became a monster because he was fighting for the humanity that loved him so much they sacrified themselves to him. he was always just a tremendous guy

#HE WAS A TREMENDOUS GUY.... IM NOT OK #zerav meta #fgo #fate grand order #camazotz

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madeforstarker · 15 days

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Peter is misbehaving, going against Tony's plans during a mission. Every Avenger is used to it, knowing that Peter is very 'self-sacrifial'.

“That’s enough, kid,” Tony suddenly states in a firm voice after Peter endures another 'almost death' attack by the villain. Peter immediately stops his combative stance and with a frightened and remorseful look on his face he steps beside Tony and lets the older man take the reigns.

#starker #tnpt #made: prompts!

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wangxianficrecs · 5 months

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💙 The Sun Will Rise by vespertineflora

💙 The Sun Will Rise

by vespertineflora (@vespertineflora)

E, Series, WIP, 129k, Wangxian

Summary: For centuries, the villagers surrounding the Qianlian Forest have been beholden to a fearsome creature. A once loved Prince was long ago cursed into a monstrous form, and ever since has required the sacrifice of maidens to ensure the safety of the forest and the people living around it. This forlorn tradition might have continued for centuries longer... but when it comes time for Lotus Pier to send a maiden as tribute, Jiang Yanli is chosen, and Wei Wuxian won't stand for it. His plan is simple; he'll send Jiang Yanli off to live the long life she deserves with her fiancé, and offer himself as a sacrifice to the Prince instead. Kay's comments: Series is marked as incomplete, but feels complete! Part one is the main story and part two is an additional kinky scene added as an extra. This story is incredibly hot and not gonna lie started reading it for the smut, stayed for the plot, because not only are the explicit scenes perfect, but the story is also very compelling and I loved the slowly unravelling mystery aspect of it. I first read this story when it came out and could hardly wait for the next chapter, because I was just so hooked. Here we have Wei Wuxian being sacrified to a mysterious creature in place of Jiang Yanli, only turns out the mysterious creature is plant-tentacle-creature Lan Wangji, known as the Prince, who's not interested in killing Wei Wuxian, but will still make a meal out of him. Slowly but surely, the two of them become closer and Wei Wuxian can't help but want to figure out, what happened to Lan Wangji for him to have turned into this form. Excerpt: Wei Wuxian’s brow furrowed, finding that particularly strange, but just as he was about to kneel down and try to loosen the vine from around his foot, he felt something curl and tighten suddenly around his wrist, directly against the skin--his eyes darted down, just barely registering another vine that had grabbed onto him when-- A question seemed to spill into his his mind. He felt... strangely breathless at the unfamiliar sensation of impression, at the way he could almost feel the echo of words that hadn’t been spoken inside of his head, and at the inexplicable sense of familiarity he was left with. He didn’t actually hear anything, there weren't even really words, so much as just sensation... but he somehow knew what he was being asked all the same. It... this... whatever it was that reaching out to him... wanted to know who he was. “Wei Ying,” he gasped out, his words stumbling slightly as he tried to cope with the intimacy of having something pressing a thought directly into his head like this, before realizing what he’d said. “Ah... Wei Wuxian. I came from Lotus Pier. Are you... are you the Prince?” He... he had to be, didn’t he? Or if the legends were wrong, this was at least whatever entity that everyone called the Prince. It felt like a bit too much of a coincidence to expect one spiritual being at a certain location and run into a completely different one instead. There was a hesitation, something almost unsure, before Wei Wuxian felt the flicker of affirmation in his head. “Well, I... know you’re used to something a little different, but... I’m your offering this time,” Wei Wuxian continued explaining, because he knew this thing wanted him to. His heart was already racing again, the fears that had settled in the lull since his arrival immediately reviving, his thoughts spinning as he was immediately left confronting his mortality once more. “Is that... is that acceptable? Will I work for that?”

pov wei wuxian, canon era, alternate universe, fairy tale elements, human/monster romance, fantasy, tentacle monsters, monster lan wangji, tentacles, human wei wuxian, plants, vines, top lan wangji/bottom wei wuxian, eventual romance, slow burn, strangers to lovers, angst with a happy ending, mystery, bamf wei wuxian, homesickness, falling in love, bdsm, reincarnation

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r1-jw-lover · 3 months

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Caine as John Wick's Mirror: Part 2

Part two?! Really?

Actually, I was quite satisfied with the analysis I previously wrote on Caine, but then I just rewatched the first John Wick movie and now I have even more thoughts to add on the subject matter.

So buckle up because this is going to be another long post.

Tagging @evren-sadwrn, @chaoticgardenbread and @jotunvali02 again. <3

In my last analysis, I have already compared Caine with Cassian due to how similar they function in relation to John within the John Wick universe. This time, let us compare Caine with the next most similar character to him in the John Wick franchise: Marcus.

On the surface level, Caine and Marcus have similar arcs within the movie they appeared in. They are both friends of John Wick who were recruited by the villain to hunt and kill the Baba Yaga but deep down were secretly on John Wick's side.

While Marcus agreed to Viggo's contract out of his own free will whereas Caine was blackmailed and threatened by the Marquis, they would eventually forsake the job given to them and choose to give John a helping hand in a moment of crisis, a decision they were willing to die for.

(The sad and tragic part of it is that only one survived and got to live out his happy ending and the other was punished for it and died.)

The more I think about it though, the more I feel this is where the similarities end.

For one, Marcus looked way older than John, likely closer to Viggo in age. Even so, he hadn't retired from the business, and was living quite comfortably in a large apartment in New York alone. (It's almost as if Marcus is an alternate version of John if he didn't choose to marry Helen and had continued to live on his life as an assassin.)

By comparison, John was retired, and while he had a large bungalow in the New York suburbs to live in, the large wide empty spaces of his home seemed to amplify how lonely John felt after losing Helen.

Marcus: How're you holding up? John: I kept asking why her. Marcus: There's no rhyme or reason to this life. It's days like today scattered among the rest.

As much as his comforting words were sound, Marcus was content with his own life, and John clearly wasn't. On top of the implication that Marcus didn't have any family whatsoever, you can see why John immediately questioned Marcus about his intentions of visiting him after Helen's funeral right after the quoted dialogue above.

John was too drowned in his grieving for his wife's passing at the time that no one's condolences, not even Marcus (the person who Viggo claimed John was close with), could truly comfort him.

Because John wasn't done grieving while he was alive, when Iosef killed Daisy, John went on a rampage to avenge his dog. When Santino burned down his house, John shot him on Continental grounds, the supposedly safest haven in the criminal underworld. When John sacrificed his ring finger to the Elder, he rebelled against the High Table's forces head on alongside the New York Continental.

You know what finally made John Wick stop running, accept his death and find his peace?

It was when Caine comes into the picture.

For the first time in a long time, John had found someone who's similar in age as him and in a position similar to him mentally and emotionally-speaking, more so than anyone else in the franchise.

Just like John, Caine was also retired. He was discontent with his life, and he was lonely, due to the sheer fact that Caine wasn't allowed to get close to his daughter.

Despite being on opposite sides, John and Caine were equally caged by a strong sense of helplessness internally. (Where John acted upon it with defiant rage, Caine responded with palpable fear.) That's why we're rooting for both of them to get their unconditional freedom, and why the sunrise duel is so important not just for plot reasons.

Unlike Marcus, Caine had an innocent family member at stake, and because John intimately knew how it felt to lose a loved one, he ultimately sacrificed his life so to prevent Caine from having to experience the same grief John had painstakingly gone through for four entire films.

And that's something John was finally willing to die for.

(It's unfortunate that within the same movie John had unknowingly created another John Wick in Akira, but that is an entirely different story altogether.)

#john wick #jw4 #john wick 4 #john wick chapter 4 #caine #caine jw #caine john wick #marcus jw #marcus john wick #john wick analysis #character analysis #keanu reeves #donnie yen #long post

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universeofdreams · 9 months

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Angels wings watching over her, Pt. 1

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Shuri Udaku x Fem!Reader, Avengers x Fem!Reader

Genre: Sci-fi, angst, a bit of battle scenes, fluff

Warnings: rough language, mention of death, panic, fighting (with hands, not words), Tony has a hard shell, capture and prison cell

Wordcount: 4403

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Summary: Simple day at work, that turns out not so simple as you expected. You were scared for dear life and were basically not yourself until the Avengers come to stop you and in the process of getting better you had the opportunity to meet the queen of Wakanda who is actually a very pretty and genuine girl.

A/n: put my entire ass into the first chapter, ngl. kinda proud of it and I hope you like it too, because there's more badass shit following. ill eventually even create a playlist on Spotify and YouTube for the story. if you like the story, please consider supporting me of leaving me some kind of feedback :) have a lovely evening, morning, noon or night. <3

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Today was a pretty warm day when you got to work at the Hard Rock Café in New York and you saw people rush through the city, even in the subway there was no one relaxed. It might’ve been the weather that made them all feel extra uncomfortable or it was the fact that the attacks on the city accumulated since a few weeks.

Most people were scared for their lives when the evening arrived or heavy and thick layers of clouds appeared on the sky. To say it simple and basic: the battle against Thanos and the blip left scars on everybody, especially on you.

Most of the people came back when Tony sacrified himself just to perform the snap but some didn’t. Why are you asking me? Because some of them died in the time where they’ve been erased from earth.

Your mother, a genius when it came to languages and music, got blipped away too. She wasn’t really old but the doctors diagnosed her with the Huntington’s disease earlier in her life which shortens her lifetime drastically.

As soon as her daughter, you, were born she checked if you had the same disease but luckily the doctors found nothing, means you’re safe.

But when she was one of the people that didn’t come back, your dad was devastated. He wasn’t able to speak to you anymore without seeing his wife in you and tearing up. It ended in him, leaving you behind because the memory tore him apart. There was no sleepless night for him and neither was he able to go on with his life, that’s what he wrote in the letter he left for you after you found a nearly empty apartment when you came home from school.

The more important thing is that you were only 17 years old, all on your own.

Nothing. He left nothing for you, not even money to pay the rent. But your neighbour, a lovely old lady, came to your rescue as she noticed that you were packing your things with the fact in mind that she hasn’t seen your parents in a long time and when you opened up to her, she took you in.

Ever since then, you’ve been living with Mrs. Johnson and worked two jobs while going to college. Julliard was hard to get in but once you settled, life got serious. You spent every day at the conservatory when you weren’t working, unlike today.

Working at the Hard Rock Café gave you the opportunity to promote your music and find friends that love the same thing as you. Working at the bar was one of your favourite job, you’d talk to customers or impress them with throwing bottles around before catching them and mixing their drinks. When you were at work, life was fun.

And as soon as the shift ends, all of the employees that were actual musicians came together and performed things on stage because there was no chance of doing that when they were serving customers.

Sometimes it was hard for you to leave the bar behind, especially when you had no time for working in the next few days and all your co-workers would hug you goodbye. Life was awesome at that point.

When you came home, the first thing you always did was cook. Mrs. Johnson was old and out of respect you couldn’t stop calling her by her surname when you moved in, until she repeatedly said “my child, don’t call me Mrs. Johnson, I’m not that old!” but she indeed was old. Didn’t even tell you her full name, the good old lady.

Gwendolyn was her name, after all. So you got home and cooked dinner for yourself and Gwendolyn, who reminded you so much of your grandma that you last seen what felt like a decade. Gwenny – that’s what you called her because you took a liking to bad dad jokes – was actually the sister of Katherine Fury.

That’s how you were introduced to Nick. Nick was actually really nice when he talked to Gwendolyn, different than you expected him to be.

People that sat in the Café wore mostly summerly clothing and you wished you’d be able to wear something else than a black button-up and black pants because even though the air condition was on, it was incredibly warm in the building. Was it really warm? Because all your co-workers seemed to be fine and not overall sweaty and hot. What really concerned you were the constant questions if you’re okay and people telling you that you’d look quite pale.

Even your boss noticed that. And she even dismissed you with the words “go home instead of working when you’re sick.” But you weren’t sick. Were you? No, not that you remembered.

When you hopped on your train it got even weirder. Was it usually this loud on trains? No, it wasn’t. And why were these people talking without even opening their mouths? They weren’t talking. It was all in your head. You hallucinated. Did you? Why were these words so accurate then? A man was talking about that he has to get up because his stop was coming, another one was angry because of his phone and so on and so on. Shit, were these their thoughts?

Yes, indeed. On your way home your sight became quite blurry and you were constantly overstimulated because there was so much input. Didn’t really end good for you when you passed out in a darker alley.

But when you woke up, you weren’t in the same setting as you remember where you fainted. The dirty and slightly cold street exchanged for a relatively warm and cosy mattress, the fact that your surroundings looked quite like a hospital but way more high-tech and andvanced than the local hospitals could’ve been.

Slight panic overcame you when you realised that this wasn’t a hospital and there was also no doctor looking for you. You wanted to move but weren’t able to. As soon as you were fully capable of controlling your own body you noticed that your arms were tied to the sides of the bed. Yes, that was a whole lotta panic rising in your stomach, especially when a dark-haired man entered the room, wearing a white overall and looked like a doctor. “You’re going to help me, right?” you asked, the shakiness of your voice implied that you were panicking.

“Yes, sure.” He smiled but the vibe was off. And you should’ve realised that before he grabbed your arm and injected you something but due to the ropes that held your arm in place you hadn’t even have the chance to pull back.

A painful screech left your body when you felt the transparent liquid flood your veins and it felt like it was burning you alive from inside. It burned and your fingers went numb, same as your toes. The fact that they also turned completely white made you worry. And that it travelled upwards… concerning.

“Don’t worry-“ the man to your right said and once again showed his ugly grin. “You’ll feel better soon, as soon as you’re our weapon you’ll do a lot better.” He cooed but as he said weapon, you started crying.

“I didn’t do anything to you! I don’t even know who you are!” You tried to defend yourself but the man only laughed and left the room and you behind with the burning feeling inside.

Seems like you passed out again. Now you weren’t in the bed, around you were cold stonewalls that seemed to also be a little wet. Your head was leaned against the cold wall as your back was also pressing against it. Someone must’ve dropped you there. Your ankle was in a cuff and your hair was tied up in a messy bun.

Your body felt extremely sore and your hands ached when you used them so you decided to stay on the ground a little longer, until a guard opened the door and placed a little bowl of food in front of you. ‘Plain rice is at least a bit better than nothing’, you thought to yourself.

The feeling for time already left you and you couldn’t even tell if it was Monday or Tuesday and you hated it. You didn’t know where you were or if someone even looked for you, if you’re far from home or not and especially what they’d do with you.

A few words slipped to your ears from the hallway which were “Tests, today and let’s see if serum succeeded.”

So the fluid wasn’t something like saline, it was a serum. There was some weird serum in your body and you didn’t know what it does but judging by what the guards said, you should find out pretty soon. Except that this pretty soon was now. The doctor that you met when you woke up the first time was there too and there were two guards that escorted you with handcuffs out of the most likely some kind of prison cell into a bigger room.

‘Why was there a swimming pool?’

Would’ve been better for you to not ask yourself this, because one of the guards attached a metal ball to the handcuffs which seemed to be quite heavy. You looked back and forth between the guards and the doctor and when the man nodded, the two bigger men threw you in mentioned water.

Your problem was now the ball, that was sinking and pulled you down with it.

Panic.

You started screaming, even if no one heard it since the water muffled pretty much all the sounds.

You’ll die. Will you?

Seems like it. They only wanted to kill you.

What were the intentions of a weird doctor that kidnaps you and injects you some weird serum other than killing you?

Maybe he was an inmate that wants revenge. Or maybe someone who just hated women.

Everything was possible at that point. Didn’t change the fact that you were scared for dear life. You didn’t want to die just yet.

And you only had two options, drown or detach it from the cuffs. Second option sounded a lot more appealing than No. 1 and so you started wiggling in the water, trying to get free, when you felt a weird pain in your nose.

The water shot through it and suddenly you were able to breathe. Didn’t change the problem with the metal ball but made it, weirdly enough, at least manageable. Your body stopped shaking and when you tried to move your hands, the cuffs just simply broke.

“What the hell?” you muttered- no blubbered to yourself.

The ball problem was eliminated and you were able to swim back up to breathe some fresh air.

“Shit, doc, she did it.” Yelled one of the guards and he smiled.

His nod said that he knew that this was gonna happen and that this was exactly his intention.

“Bring her into a maximum security cell and strap her down. No movements allowed or you two shitheads get killed first.” He commanded with a chuckle and left the room again, then everything went black.

The next time you were woken up was in a jet, next to people that looked as clueless as you might look right now but there were no words that left your mouth, even if you tried to speak as hard as you could.

No words.

“Good evening, young ones.” The man with the dark hair said and referred to all the people around you and probably you. “I am deeply sorry that there was no time for a detailed welcome but I’m catching up on that now. My name is William G. Palm and I am your manager and boss. You’re working for me as my weapons and today is your first mission. I want you to knock out or kill everyone that is in your way. I want those weapons.”

The man stated and you knew deep down that some time ago you had no sympathy left for him but right now all you could do was nod.

“I injected serum that is made out of concentrated angel tears into your veins so you have the exact same powers as those above.” He stated and gave the guards a sign to open the handcuffs of all the girls and boys on the ship. Then, a loud thud. They must’ve landed. The hangar opened and everyone ran, as far as they could. Some were shot, others were able to get further but not far enough, except you.

You hid behind obstacles and ran in an ungodly speed, the shots didn’t even were close to you. Adrenaline was pumping inside of you and all you could see was red, letting your instinct control you completely.

People were screaming, most of them were your mates.

It was a war scene, mass destruction and heavily armed people ran around. But you didn’t look back, running and running.

Fulfil your mission.

The enemies were trying to get to you but none of them stand a chance. One came close to you but you knocked him off his feet with a punch into his face and tried to get to the weapons inside the building. On your way there you had a couple more fights but none of the soldiers were actually able to stop you.

With some weapons you made your way back but were stopped by a certain redheaded woman in black attire. “Whatever you’re trying here won’t work out, kiddo.” She said and held her hands up.

If you were a 100% conscious at that time you would’ve recognised that THE Black Widow was standing right in front of you, but the manipulated you just shrugged and tried to run past her but what stopped you this time was the hand that met your nose.

“Shit!”, you groaned and turned around to face her.

“You’re really trying to mess with me, huh?” Was your question that she simply scoffed at. “Hold your horses, wild one. You’re messing with the Avengers.”

‘Fulfill your mission, Y/n. Bring me the weapons.’ The voice of Dr. Palm echoed through your head.

“I don’t care.” Was your answer as you hat her on her solar plexus and made her stumble backwards. It was your chance to run which you took gratefully.

Little did you know that a shit ton of Avengers waited for you outside and Dr. Palm was nowhere in sight. Little did you know that he left you there, he had the assumption that you were killed like all the other ones and went before he got caught.

“It would be smarter of you if you drop the weapons and come with us.” Stated the dude in blue, white and red clothing and a shield but you shook your head out of irony.

“Really think that would get me, huh?”

Who would’ve thought that Spider-Man was the one to knock you off your feet with his taser webs.

Unconsciousness.

Darkness.

Silence.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You groaned, your head was hurting a lot. Why was it hurting that much?

“She’s awake!” A male voice said and make you open your eyes in shock and probably also in fear of being tied to something again but this time it was a rather friendly face, a light stubble over his chin and cheeks, rimless glasses sat on his nose and his dark, lightly curly hair was sprinkled with gray.

“Hey.” He smiled. “I’m Doctor Banner, Bruce Banner.” At least a small introduction, so you knew what and who you’re dealing with. “I know you might be scared but I promise no one here’s going to harm you.” He stated, raising his pinky. “Pinky promise.”

What kind of doctor would say ‘Pinky promise’ you thought, but he didn’t seem so bad so far.

“I did some check-ups on you and your condition was pretty bad, you were pretty dehydrated and your blood pressure was constantly too high.” He explained and showed you some health data. He had evidence, seemed to know what he was doing

“If you don’t mind, Mr. Stark would like to have little talk with you.” He said and exchanged places with Tony, who had a certain black girl by his side.

“Hey kiddo, how are you feeling?”, the billionaire asked and looked intensively at you, but you just laughed.

“Like shit.”

“I know Bruce is gonna fix it but I still need you to help me out. Who are you working for?” “Working? For Hard Rock Café, nothing more?” The tone in your voice was questioning, as if you didn’t know what he was talking about, what was the case right now.

“No, why were you stealing those weapons?” He was stern and now very straight forward.

“What weapons?” And made Shuri shake her head. “She doesn’t remember, Tony. No need to push her into something, her bpm’s already rising.” The princess stated and had a hand on Tony’s shoulder, trying to calm him and pushing him out of the room.

She now smiled at you and pulled a lightly disgusted face, paired with the words “men…” and laughed which also made you chuckle.

“You need to tell me everything that you remember about the whole thing, okay? Do you remember where you landed or what your mission is?” You shook your head.

“Want me to explain it?” The older one asked and received a small ‘Okay’ from the college-student.

The panther took a deep breath, sat down on the bed next to your legs and started rambling. “When the Avengers were called it was kind of a war-scene, other people your age where shot when they ran for their lives out of a jet-“ She stopped, gathering and sorting the memory. “-and a man was looking at the scene and laughed before he left.” While she talked, the girl was playing with her hands, seems like she was nervous.

While you were watching her fiddling with her fingers and inspected the tattoos, something came out of your mouth. “Palm.”

Shuri was looking at you, following your gaze down to her hand. “What?” She was confused, what where you talking about?

“Doctor Palm.” Your voice cracked as you spoke again, even if you didn’t know where it came from. But Shuri slowly tried to catch up on what you were saying and her face lit up. “That was the man, yeah?”

Nod.

“Thank you so much. I’ll be back soon, get better fast.” She smiled and hurried out of the room to talk to the Avengers.

All of the heroes were in the conference room in the compound after Shuri had called in an emergency meeting and obviously they all were nervous and curious.

“What happened?” It was Captain America, that spoke. “Did the girl try to flee or something?”

“No. I want you all to look for a Doctor Palm, that’s the man that was with the teenagers back there.” She stated and fought for your right and for your justice.

Tony was the first one that got to work and tried to find the mysterious man, while Shuri hurried back to your room.

Why was she so worried even if you basically didn’t know each other? For the others it looked quite normal, just a girl helping another girl out but the way she acted was so down to earth, other than expected from the Black Panther. You bet she would’ve had places to be but when she returned, a glass of orange juice in hand, the queen seemed to care so much.

You muttered a “Thank you so much” when she handed you the drink and sat back down at your legs. She let you take a moment to taste the juice and when you hummed in satisfaction, she continued talking.

“Do you remember what happened before that battle?”

“Well- my head feels very weird because I think I fainted a lot- I mean I at least was unconscious often.” You mentioned and she took a mental note on that just to tell Bruce to check up on your blood values in case they’ve drugged you.

“Also I remember fainting on my way back home-“ And there was the memory of good old Gwenny that would be dearly worried about you by now and tears welled up in your eyes.

“When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed, just like this one. But my hands were tied to the side and this Dr. Palm injected me something. That’s why I was panicking when I woke up here.” You admitted and took a deep breath, what follows was a big deal for you.

“And then I woke up in a prison cell. The guards later on always drowned me on purpose and I snapped handcuffs in half. Then they strapped me down in a max cell.” You looked away. You usually didn’t talk about what was on your mind but maybe the girl in front of you should know, if the Avengers were going to help you, you know?

But her face was enlightened by shock. She couldn’t peel her eyes off of you and pity was dwelling in the pit of her stomach.

“Could you do me a favor, queen?” “Don’t call me queen, I’m Shuri! What is it?” Her smile brought you comfort, even if your mind was troubled. It was so cloudy up there, so so cloudy that you couldn’t focus on your own thoughts.

“I’m living in a flat with an old lady, downtown New York. I don’t know how many days passed since I fainted. Could you check on her?” You begged, again at the verge of tears. “Please tell her that I’d be home soon and she should call Nick, that he takes care of her.”

“Nick? As in Nick Fury?” The queen of Wakanda asked and when you affirmed of her assumption, she once again gave you a big smile and rushed to do what you asked for.

But the answer was no good and Shuri couldn’t manage to tell you this herself, it’d break her heart once again, so she sent Bruce, also with the information about your blood values.

Yes, you weren’t speaking for the rest of the day. And the day after that day. Just because you didn’t pay any attention to your surroundings that day you were now all alone by yourself. Luckily you had a roof right now and people that at least took a little care of you but when Tony crashed your silent treatment, you didn’t know how to react.

They didn’t find the man they were looking for. The only they managed was to analyse your blood very detailed and what they found was very confusing.

“High dose of chloroform, serum spiked with an identical formular of the super-soldier serum, indeed there were tears of angels in it. And we had some contact to someone who knows a bit about mystic creatures. He said they will look for you.”

Tony wasn’t very pleased of your stay and you knew by the way how he told you, without any filters or any empathy.

“This is not a motel or something so if you feel alright it would be cool if I’d get my doctor back.” He said and hell yeah you felt unwanted. Why would he say something like this? Didn’t he care?

Why were you even here if he didn’t care? They could’ve left you there-

He could just simply let you go if you didn’t discover how to use what they gave you but that would happen sooner or later. And Shuri wasn’t really happy about Tony’s decision but couldn’t do anything about it. She offered to take you to Wakanda and give you a place to rehab but you declined.

Why?

You still wanted to graduate.

You still wanted to be a normal person even if it seemed impossible right now.

After Tony’s snarky comment you told Bruce that you felt alright and that you’d want to leave, much to his dismay.

You hoped not to walk into the queen on your way out of the building but the last few days weren’t lucky for you and so was this one.

“Hey, hey, hey killer, where are you going?”, she asked, thought that she was dreaming.

“I’m leaving.” You shrugged and gripped your jacket and your phone a bit tighter, you hated confrontations.

“Whoa, what? Why?” Didn’t she know about how Tony felt?

“Yeah, Stark said I should leave when I’m good, no motel and shit.”

Her expression and smile dropped. She wouldn’t see you again, would she? Probably not.

“Give me your phone.” She demanded and you handed her your phone and saw how she created a new contact.

“Call me, if you need anything. Even if it’s just a friend or a drink.” And you didn’t expect her to open her arms for a hug, which you still gladly took.

Why were the clouds disappearing?

Why was her skin so warm?

Was that her heartbeat?

Why was she protecting you the whole time?

You broke the hug and gave her a little smile, shoving your phone into your pocket and walked towards the exit. She didn’t move a muscle, still looked in the same direction as when you guys were talking.

The odd feeling of not wanting to leave her alone behind didn’t wash away and so you turned around and called out her name once more.

“Hey- Shuri?”

She looked – over her shoulder - back to you and watched you.

“You’re very pretty.” With that she received the sweetest smile you owned when you turned on your heel once more and walked off.

Were that butterflies?

When was the last time a girl actually called her pretty?

She couldn’t remember.

With that a smile settled on her face for the rest of the day.

But not for you. When you realised you had no money left and no bus drives out here you only had the option of walking or rather walking at least into the next city. You could’ve asked the queen to give you a ride but you didn’t want to be in dept about anything ever. She would’ve escorted you safely to where your destination was- but you had none, except for New York City.

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You know, at the beginning of the story, Connie says that she has probably a total bad score to the exams "like always". If she had very bad (or the worse) results since a while, then his shippement days was decided for a while, since she has been shipped two weeks after her birthday. And Isabella knews who will be the next shippement three or four months before it happens. She knew that Connie was the next. She knew, when Connie reached 6, that she had only 2 weeks to live. And then, she took the time to make a plushie for Connie's birthday. And Little Bunny isn't a little plushie, it is kinda big. Isabella created a big toy for a kid who was going to enjoy it for only 15 days.

She wanted to make her happy, to give her joy for the little time that she still had. She wanted Connie to live those days in happiness. And i'm sure that she did that for any kids who was going to be shipped. (a lot of kids receive a gift for their 6 years old, the goods as the bads but maybe it's for cover why the bad scores kids has spoiled this famous day)

It's the biggest proof that she loves all her kids (even Ray, even if she has more mixed feelings toward him). She can't do anything to save them or she would be the next dinner and with no garantee that the woman who will replace her will be as loving then her. She is as much captive than the kids (even more, because she knows and she has the cheap in her heart.)

She had to see them die every time. Clearly she is still here after Connie's death so she has witnessed everything. She has seen so much of her kids diying while being unable to protect them because nothing could have been do, except make their too short lifes as much happy than possible.

(I'm sure that she was suffering with the idea to shipp the Full Score Trio soon (very soon for Ray, some months for Norman and in a little more of half a year for Emma), even Ray, and she was probably in denial about her son)

I think that Norman and Emma were too betrayed and angry to really understand that her affection was geniune and real. It's only thank to the distance, during 2 years, that they were able to think about it. For Ray, i think that a part of him knew that she really loved them but still sees her as the ones who sacrified his siblings. A part of him must have been in denial for a while about it too (like mother, like son).

The distance was good for everyone. The kids were able to understand that Isabella loved them for real, Ray was able to be willing to forgive her and eventually start over (realizing that he loved her too), Isabella realized that she loved her son.

And then came that asshole demon

Obnoxious pedantry but Conny's birthday is the third of September (@just-like-playing-tag put together an invaluable birthday chart here. September is one of the busier months with five birthdays in it.) So she had a bit more time with Little Bunny, but it's negligible in the grand scheme of things. There were two years' worth of low scores sealing her fate.

Based on that, this answer in the mystic code book, and all the toys we see in her hidden office in chapter 17/S1 episode 6, it's a safe bet she either made or had gifts delivered from headquarters for each of the children. The demons wouldn't question it as an easily justifiable and paltry expense to further cultivate a positive environment for the children's development, and with them not caring what became of the presents afterward even if a child packed it with them in their suitcase when they were shipped out, Isabella could keep them as mementos of all the children she raised.

It's the biggest proof that she loves all her kids

This I think depends on an individual's definition of love though, and whether Isabella could truly, fully love her children in such an oppressive framework.

(S1 Episode 8 | S1 Episode 10)

I will always come back to and obsess over the sequences of Isabella silently smiling as Ray struggles against her before locking him in Krone's old room and Ray looking completely disillusioned and despondent as Isabella walks off and smirks that they added into the anime. No one else is around who would be cognizant enough to notice. She doesn't have to put up an act to maintain a sense of calm and normalcy for anyone.

Yet here she is, quietly relishing in having seemingly defeated the children's plan to upset the status quo and her lifestyle. It's entirely for herself.

During this era of the story, she loves the children in her charge, but only to the point that they don’t inconvenience her; only to the point where they don’t impede her goal of survival ("longer than anyone"). It's impossible to live under such an oppressive, violent, monotonous, stagnating system and not have it fundamentally alter your perception of the world around you and how you interact with it to some degree. She even makes the distinction herself in one of her most memorable quotes.

(Chapter 37)

To love them normally, as opposed to the love that would always be tainted as long as it was within the confines of the farm system where she justified walking at least sixty children to their deaths over the course of her tenure to maintain her sense of cognitive dissonance.

To quote @nullaby, who phrases it very poignantly in this post:

for as much as isabella did love her kids, as nice as it would’ve been to just raise them all like a normal mother should, the backbone of her character journey &. ultimate redemption was laid out plain and clear right to ray’s face that everything, including his birth, was all just collateral damage of isabella’s desire to survive in this world as according to the demon’s rules, longer than most ever could, and find some sort of meaning to all this sacrifice in the only option that’d ever been available to cattle like them. the tragedy is that the prioritizing of her own position trumps that love of a mother more times that it ever didn’t, and that’s the mom that ray was left with.

(Chapter 7 | Chapter 16)

Even if she found herself slipping into the illusion that had been crafted throughout the rest of the day, on days where there were no shipments and everything was fine, maybe even great, every night she would be reminded of reality. That she was ultimately a pawn. A caged, useful dog, if you want to have what she says to Ray in chapter 24/S1 episode 8 be her projecting her self-loathing of what she's stooped to onto him (and then going further, making his affirmation of his humanity in choosing his death an incensed retort back at her as much as the demons).

Ray is the living, breathing reminder of one of the worst acts of violence the farm system inflected on her. For a six years, she may have been able to push aside any memories and thoughts of the child she bore, but on his sixth birthday (his false birthday; if she doesn't think of it in the moment, then surely afterward when they're celebrating it at the house), he "robbed Isabella of that easy, blissful delusion," to again quote nullaby. Such potent, aggrieved anger mixed with relishing her dominance over him bleeding into her tone and body language and tinging the framework of this scene; I really love how Cloverworks adapted it with their budgetary constraints.

I think that Norman and Emma were too betrayed and angry to really understand that her affection was genuine and real. It's only thank to the distance, during 2 years, that they were able to think about it. For Ray, i think that a part of him knew that she really loved them but still sees her as the ones who sacrificed his siblings. A part of him must have been in denial for a while about it too (like mother, like son). The distance was good for everyone. The kids were able to understand that Isabella loved them for real, Ray was able to be willing to forgive her and eventually start over (realizing that he loved her too), Isabella realized that she loved her son.

I do agree that being free of the suffocating environment of Grace Field would give everyone different perspectives on their relationship with their mother, with Emma being the most understanding of Isabella's circumstances and accepting her in her totality; the kindness and love she was always capable of just as much as the violence and cruelties she inflicted to maintain the status quo.

For Norman, the utter chaos his nervous system was in as he was walking to the gate, fully believing he was about to die only to be handed off to another cage and subjected to experiments as his mother sent him off with one last gentle hug, would heighten his senses and emotions and in turn make this a visceral core memory for him.

(S2 Episode 8)

He undoubtedly dwelled on it during his fifteen months at Lambda, grappling with coming to logically understanding her circumstances more over time with that distance, his stark morality, and, no matter how much he might try to squash down his feelings to avoid confronting his own vulnerability during such a precarious period, how deeply her betrayal hurt him. I don't know if he'd ever be able to fully let that go, even if his immediate reaction to her death was one of sadness due to how sudden it was and being robbed of the chance to see what kind of relationship with her would be possible.

Similar to Norman, Ray can logically understand her circumstances, and I do believe deep down there was a part of him that desperately desired a normal, loving relationship with her, as much as he also tried to squash it down. It's part of why he's so confident she wouldn't throw him away, why he looks so devastated when she cuts him off,

(S1 Episode 5 | S1 Episode 8)

I was doing a good job. To you, I’m…

(Even after all this time…you still can't find it in your heart to love me as the child you gave birth to. | Chapter 181.1)

and why even after all of that pain and loss, he still hums the lullaby she sang to him in the womb as a way of consoling himself before his attempted suicide (because it's the only way he believes he can atone for what he's done).

Ray's vast library of knowledge comes from his research. His memory is one of his most powerful assets; his blessing and his burden. Isabella had proven time and time again to him that she was willing to sacrifice children for her own survival.

And yet there was still some selfish part of him that hoped maybe, just maybe, she would have carved out a little niche in her heart for him after spending all that time together, after sharing the burden of the secret of the house with him, after finding out about their shared blood. That all of that had to mean something to her.

But tragically all they shared engendered a unique ire toward him instead, born from a deep self-loathing that, once she replaced her own mother as Grandma, she allowed herself to reflect upon more thoroughly and came to deeply regret.

(TPN Light Novel 2: Moms’ Song of Remembrance - “The Starry Sky and Leslie’s List” Chapter 9; Isabella being an unreliable narrator and forcing a mental wedge between her and Ray as both a child in her charge in general and specifically as her biological son. She "held no particular maternal feelings for Ray" being as much a denial of any love for him as being a moment where she tries to place herself above the petty anger and resentment she has for him | Chapter 181.3; the framing of the bottom right panel confirming she did view all the birthday gifts she gave her children as treasures)

The damage was done though, between that and losing Norman, one of the two most precious people in his life he spent six years bearing the pain of loneliness and sorrow for. Even with Norman proving to be alive, like him I think it would be hard for Ray to untangle logically, pragmatically understanding Isabella's circumstances from the abuse he endured.

(Chapter 169; the conflicting feelings he held for her even two years after escaping Grace Field)

People aren't their trauma, but it would be disingenuous to say it didn't shape him. A learned response and association with her etched into his mind that I don't believe would be shed so easily. He wasn't by Isabella's side as she made her two-year journey of redemption as Grandma. He only saw the final result weighed against years of memories of her calculating iron woman persona, of every happy one his siblings had tinged with the knowledge that she would eventually set them up for slaughter.

(Chapter 174)

To quote nullaby for a third time:

there’s a whole big thing about late story isabella, how she interprets ray’s address as forgiveness, but . . . it’s maybe just more speaking to how their worst qualities are the ones that they share. not as much a “ you’re my mom and i forgive you ” as it is a “ i get it, i’m there too, it doesn’t matter anymore anyway, stop feeling sorry for yourself ” and it just. tapers off into something impersonal, something more like just a person speaking to a person than a son to his mother.

He can acknowledge the love she held for her children, acknowledge that she changed and wanted to do better by them, but that doesn't equate to reconciliation and letting go of all those painful memories at the drop of a hat.

(Chapter 177 | Sunny's post)

The mental scars she left on him would be with him for years—potentially forever—and had she lived I don’t think he’d ever have a relationship with her in the way Emma might, but in that moment, he desperately wished for just the opportunity to try, even if it ended in failure or an impasse. And yet again fate left him without any say or control in the situation to determine his own path of healing.

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artemiesya · 6 months

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I know this is sudden and off secret shanghai universe but im currently reading a curse for true love (ebook ver since there is a lot of spoiler going on internet so i have to finish this asap)

But lemme tell you something about a guy named Jacks, who really had stolen my heart from the very first time he had been introduced by Stephanie Garber

A Curse For True Love Spoiler - i just read up to chapter 26 so my comment might be wrong

We always talk about how Evangeline being hopeless romantic but can we also agree that Jacks’s way of love is really something? Like he is a monster, he do questionable things, but when it comes to love, he was willing to do anything to get it?

His first love - the Fox, he is willingly to fight against the Archer’s curse because he didnt want to hurt her and guess what?? HE DID IT! Like he did it, not even Apollo, who claimed his love for Evangeline, could overcome such curse and even Luc couldnt fight against the love potion that Marisol gave to him while claiming he loves Evangeline… but Jacks? HE DID FOUGHT THE ARCHER’S CURSE! Like he did it! Because his love is so great that he manage to do it, its just a shame that the first Fox died because of his curse.

And now look at what he is doing for Evangeline 😭 he is willingly to let her go just because he didnt want to risk losing her forever again if by being together will the end of Evangeline… He’s been doing that since tbona, the only reason why he left Evangeline before Chaos picked her up is because he didnt want to cause Evangeline’s death if they end up together and its not even about Donatella… he just love her and he will sacrifice his everything even though he has nothing left except for Evangeline…

And when Evangeline lost her memories, he was just so determined to left her with Apollo just so that Evangeline could be happy because if she is a Princess, then she can gain anything she want and her safety is secured 😭 He. Sacrified. His. Own. Happiness. For. Her. Only for her.

And the thought that he keep on carrying Evangeline’s letter and read it again and again just because he missed the old her- omg my heart is breaking for him

Ive always pitied him especially after learning his past in tbona and now Stephanie is breaking my heart in pieces by showing how vulnerable Jacks is- like he already lose everything. Everything.

You cant say he still has Chaos or his power bla bla the point is, he is already damaged and broken the moment he lost his friends and causing the death of the Fox and now he is willing to sacrifice his chance with Evangeline just so that Evangeline could be safe-

There are so many things i wanna talk about Jacks and but i have to stop here or otherwise it would be a endless talk 😭

Anyway i get why he is called the Prince of Hearts because he went beyond of it when it comes to love 🫶🏻

#a curse for true love #acftl #acftl spoilers #stephanie garber #jacks prince of hearts #evangeline fox #evajacks

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Pohatu liked the cold.

Pohatu liked the heat too, to some degree.

But he liked the cold better.

Pohatu didn't know if he liked him because he liked the cold, or if he liked the cold because he liked him.

It could have been both; he didn't know.

What Pohatu did know was that he very much did not like the dark.

It hadn't always been like that.

It hadn't always been that bad.

Pohatu could hardly remember much from before he had crashed on Okoto from the sky, but he was certain he hadn't always been so afraid of the dark. He was certain, at some point, to have liked it to some degree: to have gladly traversed it without fear or with greater purpose, and to have associated it at least in part with something friendly, someone nice.

But he could not remember that.

What he could remember was the pitch dark, and a trusted hand clamped around his own tight. Just Pohatu and him, in an endless abyss.

They had both been scared, of course. But they were together.

They would have made it through.

Then suddenly, after ages of wandering in the complete black, the hand had slipped away from Pohatu's grip, never to be found again; and he had cried out for him, over and over, telling him it wasn't the time for jokes like these, and that he thought he didn't like this kind of humor anyways. He had cried out a name he couldn't remember anymore until his voice had turned hoarse, and he had reached out everywhere in the darkness in the hopes of finding that cold palm again: nobody had ever answered.

When Pohatu had stopped calling for him, everything had been quiet.

Quiet, and not cold.

It had always been cold, while he was here.

Always a little bit cold, and it had comforted him.

But now it was only quiet.

Quiet, and not cold.

Pohatu had started being afraid that something, in the dark, had taken him.

Pohatu had started being afraid that something, in the dark, would have taken him too.

"What are you waiting for?" Tahu asked. Pohatu was standing at the entrance of the tunnel, turned towards the hole they'd fallen through instead of following Onua as he lumbered down their only way out. "Do you hear something? Someone following us?"

"Not yet. But I'm staying here," the Toa of Stone replied softly. "I'll cover your back. Keep threats from catching up to you."

"Alone?" his Earth brother's concerned question came from deeper into the darkness.

"You'd never make it like that," Gali argued: "We've managed to handle the obstacles in this city only by working together. Leaving you alone might turn into a death sentence."

"As it almost did for Lewa," Kopaka added. His piqued tone gained an indifferent shrug from the object of his disapproval.

Pohatu stood still: "I can handle it."

"You aren't scared of the dark, are you, now?" Lewa's voice creeped up on his shoulder like a Skull Spider; within it, he could hear a mischievous grin.

He turned around, growling: "Be quiet."

Had he had any less self control, the Toa of Jungle's laugh would have ended abruptly with a fist harder than stone against his teeth.

"He is!" the nimble fighter cackled, a palm over his mask's sockets as though he could not look at his brother without being overwhelmed by the hilarity of the situation: "He truly is scared! Gloomy, fearless Pohatu is scared! This is too much!"

Nowhere near as amused as him, Gali hit him over the head with the blunt end of her trident and almost sent him sprawling on the ground. When she turned towards the Toa of Stone, her eyes told him very clearly that she was not going to entertain any more arguments on whether or not he would be left to hold the defense on his own: "Come along now."

"I said-" Pohatu tried, calling upon every ounce of his stubborness.

"And I said," she stopped him immediately - eroding his futile attempt at imposing himself over her will like a raging river smooths the rocks of its bed into inoffensive pebbles - "That, just to avoid the unsavory possibility of a large swarm of who-knows-what catching you alone here and your heroic sacrifice to keep them at bay leaving us one Toa short, you'll come along now."

Her tone left no room for rebuttals.

With a sigh that sounded more like a growl, her brother turned and followed Onua into the bowels of his element.

"Don't worry," he heard the kind giant reassure him quietly: "We'll keep you safe."

Pohatu would have snarled something much more incredibly nasty at him despite being somewhat aware of his good intentions if he hadn't been so focused on how quickly the light behind them was disappearing the more they walked, and by the time he properly processed the mortifyingly gentle words they were too far along for him to think of any sort of retort amidst his building panic.

It was dark.

Very, very dark.

Almost as dark as back then.

Almost as dark as where he'd lost the hold on that hand.

Pohatu hoped he wasn't heaving loud enough for the others to hear.

If he had turned to look around he would have seen the weak lights of their eyes only barely, not even bright enough to make out anything past the sockets of their masks; but if he had, his own eyes would have given away that he'd moved his head to look somewhere that wasn't simply ahead, and the others would have had no doubts in regards to just how nervous and uneasy he felt at that moment, and he had already decided he had been humiliated enough today to last him the rest of his lifetime, however long that would have been.

So he stared forward, into the dark emptiness that could have stolen him away without a trace at any moment, trying not to breathe too hard, so tense he could have snapped in half.

He needed to think of something else.

Something, anything else.

He thought of him.

Maybe he was here.

Somewhere in the dark.

Maybe, if Pohatu remembered his name and called for him now, loud enough, he would have finally answered.

Maybe he would have rushed over and grabbed his hand, chastising him - where in the name of Jxqx Krf were you? Did you want to scare me like that time in Hl-Txef, while we were looking for your Exr? If you were trying to make me grieve you in front of Qroxdx Lkbtx again, I'm going to freeze you into a cube - taking him away from all of this, away, somewhere cold and comforting and familiar, and Pohatu would have laughed bitterly despite himself and would have screamed that he hadn't let go, you left me there, alone and scared and in the dark, and maybe he would have yelled that everything had been changing so fast and he'd been all he'd had left that was still at least a little solid to hang onto and when he'd left him there he'd been terrified, and if he had changed it had been to be more like him, because nothing used to seem to hurt him and if he'd been anything closer to how cold and steady and rigid he had been then he would have had to survive somehow, no matter what, and then they would have argued more because they had both been so scared and worried, and then they would have made up and they would have gone out in the sun and Pohatu would have seen his face again and remembered him properly.

Maybe something could have pretended to be him.

Maybek, like that, it could have lured him away into the dark.

A horrible choked sound echoed weakly through the tunnel.

By the time the Toa had grouped tighter together against the unseen threat, Pohatu realized it had come from his own mouth.

He did not mention that.

They waited a moment, each with their backs to those of the others; then somebody (he could not tell who, he was too mortified) said: "Let's go," and they all moved again, walking closer to each other. Just in case.

Maybe it was for the better, in the end, because Pohatu inexplicably felt a little more at ease.

It could not be because he was sorrounded by people who cared for his well-being: at least as far as he told himself, he would have rather they'd left him alone back there, because the thought of being coddled like this when he was meant to be a mighty warrior was shaming him all the way down to his bones.

No, he realized with genuine surprise as he wracked his brain to figure this mystery out. It was not the numbers, or the unity; it was the temperature.

It was... Cold.

A gentle cold.

Emitted like one might emit warmth.

From somewhere at his side, near his arm.

Unconsciously, he leaned further into the chill until he softly bumped into a shoulder.

He waited.

Nothing happened.

No cold palm grabbing his hand.

No cold voice chastising him for running off.

Pohatu kept walking, limb brushing against the cold arm at every step, eyes never turning towards it, breathing a little more normally, feeling a little less panicked.

Kopaka had no idea why the Toa of Stone was suddenly so close to him, and he wasn't sure if asking would have gotten himself snarled at or simply knocked out; but through their contact he felt the other's shoulders mellow slightly, heard his footsteps turn a little less stiff as he exhaled softly in what seemed to be relief; so, as he leaned slightly against him without being shoved off, he decided that if his brother needed this at the moment he would not have dreamed of taking it away from him.

His power was a shield, after all, was it not?

And a shield needs not to be asked: it simply protects.

#bionicle #bionicle 2015 #pohatu #tahu #onua #gali #lewa #kopaka #random writing #so ive been watching episodes of the 2015 webseries non stop. and im kind of in love with them #this could have been a genuinely interesting show if theyd given it Actual Time To Exist #BUT ANYWAYS. i read a post (prob crystaltoa's) abt how 2015 pohatu's batman-esque personality could fit a possible evolution of the charact #since he grows snappier as time goes by #and apparently! 2015 pohatu is scared of the dark.#which. considering ive spoiled for myself. that the last we read of both him and kopaka. is in a dark place.#my brain went Hm. Interesting.#and then spat out this #btw shoutout to 2015 gali who decided shes tired of being nice and shes gonna kick her brothers into unity if she fucking has to #and shoutout to 2015 lewa for the laidback bastard vibes #'so are you saying gen 2 is gen 1 but from the future and also only pohatu remembers gen 1' i Do Not Know what im sayin tbh #brain went ooooooo cool idea and ran off with it #but no the others prob also have mild recollections #ehhhhhh not too into the ending BUT i cant figure out how to make it better so Have It #forgot to mention: there is a cypher for the jumbled up words! you can understand them from context but if u want to try u can decode that

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since seeing a few posts about TPB and how it treats firestar’s kittypet origins as a flaw he needs to overcome, wouldnt it be amazing if the “fire alone” prophecy was failed in some way? yes, short term, he DID save the clan, but in all the arcs following this?

(looong post under cut)

yeah he’s a decent guy, but his clan immediately turns back to the status quo. sure, lionclan united to defeat tigerclan, but the relationship between wind and thunder deteriorates as soon as windclan rebellion starts. cats within his own clan, who witnessed the impact his very not-in-accordance-to-the-code actions had on defeating tigerstar. aka ONE OF THE BIGGEST TYRANTS IN RECENT CLAN MEMORY. but oh actually everyone dislikes kittypets still in tnp. dustpelt/mousefur especially love to bring up their distaste with the state of thunderclan (”too mixed”). even brambleclaw, his own apprentice, judges cats like daisy based on the fact that she isnt clanborn. it reads as thunderclan respecting firestar in spite of where he came from, instead of them appreciating a major part of his identity that they wouldnt let him forget just a few books ago? you know? getting over their biases and learning to respect others outside the clan?

were these xenophobic ideas not utilized by tigerstar to climb maim and torture not just cats outside the code, but those who dedicated their lives to it? is that...not a sign for introspection??

and on a similar note: the books really want us to know that the only reason scourge was defeated was because he didnt believe in god, which is a really weird conclusion to end this arc on. we see fireheart constantly questioning the code and using his better judgement (most of the time anyway) to do what is the morally righteous thing to do. his unique outlook on clan culture saved a lot of lives. he wanted desperately to find belonging in thunderclan, but often sacrified his safety + position to save lives. but no actually the moral we’re supposed to take is “firestar became leader and proved that his soft kittypet roots couldn’t hold him down!!!” i dont know if him being born in thunderclan wouldve changed his very justice-driven personality, but maybe not being brainwashed from infancy played a factor in many of his choices in TPB.

so with these moments where firestar starts to show some of his conditioning crack through (ex: feeling horrified at the idea of cloudpaw not believing in starclan--and wanting to SHOCK him into being a believer; etc etc), is genuinely an engaging character flaw...that should be treated as a flaw. all of these standards of what a “true warrior” should be--constantly being crammed into his head from a pretty young age; against his own sense of personal identity and moral compass. does he WANT to be seen as a true warrior? does he want away with all of these redundant rules? does he want to redefine what that even means?

even in FQ he is pretty pissed to hear bluestar trying to justify an ENTIRE BRANCH OF THEIR CULTURE being axed off because no one was willing to spare territory. while that book has other issues, its still nice to see glimpses of that characterization i like slipping through. if it was an intentional internal conflict, you can take it even further.

this is why i like to imagine that firestar’s prophecy came from whatever ancient beings sent down the po3 prophecy (i believe in oots they downright confirmed that the ancients likely sent starclan/the tribe of endless hunting the po3 prophecy decades before even mapleshade’s time). firestar may have served as the short term solution, maybe as a way to get set up the three in thunderclan. im 90% their prophecy outdates his, anyway. what was the intent of this prophecy, truly?

was he meant to save the clan(s) from a few one and done baddies, or was something more long-term intended. if so...did he fail???

how does firestar cope with this? does he reflect? he knows about the po3 prophecy--what if he were to learn of the manipulation his kids went through by the forces he was taught to worship? ik canon firestar doesnt rlly react to the secret reveal post po3, but...in a better series...would he stand for it? how could he react, knowing that starclan targeted his very bloodline for a prophecy far older than the clans themselves?

in a different world, would bluestar had even accepted him had it not been for the prophecy?? where would he be then? how would he fare with the knowledge that many cats he idolized when he was younger--cats he grieved for, were roped into perpetuating the unhealthy cycle of reliance both starclan and the living clans have for each other?

......is starclan even the source of the fire alone prophecy??? if not them, then who was??>?? how far did this go?? how far is starclan willing to go to get their desired outcome?

give me existential firestar, PLEASE

#rewrite tag #wc #shummy screaming into the void #longpost #longasspost #again fire shouldve partnered with scourge again #but also firestar living and realizing that his position in tc #at least in arc one #was VERY conditional...on a much deeper way than he previously couldve ever imagined #my thoughts are very scrambled i have a lot #i apologize if anything is unclear feel free to reply or rb with ur thoughts #know i mostly focused on tiger here but also brokenstar is also a monster produced directly by the clan and the codes most toxic traits #thanks raggedstar #uh oh starclan its actually not good to meddle in the lives #of living cats its not like u directly spawned chars like broken and tiger while doing so #maybe i will edit/elabortate more later i am very tired

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