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#thank you for indulging me and my immense strange love for characters
frecklydork · 3 years
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tbh i dont think you're a decepticon apologist in the same way that i rant about in the fandom, since your thing is that you like them as characters and don't think that they are actually in the right for trying to slaughter the Autobots or ever single sapient species they come across, or paint the Autobots as villains for opposing thing? i've seen some truly awful takes in the fandom but you've never said anything like that!
AWW thank you, that’s so nice you pay attention to my posts and all my TFP ramblings!! :D I think you sent this message when I reblogged the “this user is a Decepticon apologist” post, but I was out of town at the time so I couldn’t answer it til now, my apologies 😂 
And hey!! You have a good point!! I’ve seen some posts where ppl are like “the autobutts are EVIL and the decepticons are actually saviors and HERE is WHY” and I... see where they’re coming from and I definitely don’t think it’s as black and white as “autobots good, decepticons bad” but the whole thing is so complicated and every character and where they come from as a whole is just so complex... not to mention how many iterations/continuities there are and how much they contrast from each other... makes my brain feel like a sizzling,  scrambled egg. 🍳
I feel like I could jokingly call myself a Starscream apologist, but not “Starscream is innocent, he did nothing wrong, he is a baby and I love him”; for me personally it’s more like “Starscream is terrible, does EVERYTHING wrong, he is a baby and I love him” and in TFP specifically I just... enjoy... watching him murder. watching him scheme. it’s fun. he gets this wicked little smile when he goes to kill someone and it’s great. not sure what kind of person that makes me but hoohoo. evil little man gives me the serotonin rush. ✨✨✨
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demonsandco · 3 years
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I just saw you don't have anything with Barbatos, this is a crime /j /lh
So could I please request A, C, D, F, K, M, P, V and W from the smut alphabet with him? I know it's a lot, so please feel free to just pick the ones you want to do if it's too much!! I love your writing by the way, thank you for sharing it with us and I hope you have a wonderful day💖
Aaa thank you! I’m glad you enjoy my stuff!! I’m still a little unsure on how I want to portray Barb (considering he has such little screen time smh), but you cannot tell me this man isn’t secretly a slut (affectionate)
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
As with everything, Barbatos’ first instinct after sex is to take care of his partner in any way he can. He’ll want to run them a bath, get them something to drink, and if it’s not too late he may even offer to make them a light snack, all the while completely ignoring his own needs. He wants to feel useful and productive, unused to properly relaxing or taking a break. Even if his muscles feel like jelly and his legs tremble with every step, he’ll still focus all his energy on serving them. Luckily, with how exhausted he tends to feel right after sex, it’s not too hard for them to convince him to just cuddle up and rest for once, their encouragement being more than enough to convince him to indulge for once.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
As much as Barb isn’t a fan of messiness, there's something about cumming on his partner that he finds immensely pleasing, being able to claim them in a primal way, without having to worry about lasting marks. He especially loves cumming all over their hands, watching it drip down to their wrists. He has no shame in cleaning it up for them, either, bringing their dirtied hands to his mouth and running his tongue over their palms, diligently sucking each finger clean individually, all while making direct eye contact with a lewd look on his face.
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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
With how intensely private Barbatos is, the fact that he has an active sex life, or experience in general, could be a dirty secret on it’s own. Many believe that he’s married to his job, and even those that are close to him, rarely hear about the more private partners of his life. It’s not that he purposefully keeps his relationship a secret, but rather he just tends to blend into the background and he hardly ever feels the need to talk about himself. The amount of passion he has in the bedroom is surprising to say the least, considering how he carries himself in public.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Barbatos greatly enjoys stress positions, especially ones that involve restraints. His favorite would have to be kneeling, legs spread with his ankles tied to his thighs and his hands tied behind his back, forcing his spine to arch and leaving him exposed and helpless to his partner’s every whim. He knows that it’s rather out of the ordinary, and he definitely doesn’t expect every night with his partner to involve something like that, but he can’t help but crave the thrill that comes with that position, unable to move and not having to think, only having to hold still and letting them use his body as they wish.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Unsurprisingly, one of Barb's favorite kinks is bondage, either with ropes or delicate ribbons. It’s cathartic in a way, both tying up his partner and being restrained himself. He finds himself drawn to intricate knot patterns especially, enjoying the artistry and skill that comes with it. He could spend hours restraining them in an artful manner without getting tired of it. He’s even more fond of having them do the same to him, knowing that they put time and effort into learning different patterns for him, not being able to do anything but hold still as their hands slide over his body in such an intimate way. Every shift of his muscles or hitch of his breath causes the bonds to bite into his skin, pressing tightly in his most sensitive areas.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Despite having a fairly high libido, it’s actually incredibly difficult to turn Barbatos on without being outright sexual. He has an impressive amount of control, especially when he’s working, and no amount of flirtatious touches or whispered promises are enough to shatter his composure. If his partner really wants to have an effect on him, they need to be bold and direct.
The easiest way to do so is to follow him somewhere private, like an empty hallway or the kitchen, and be physical. Grab his hips and press up against his back, pin him against a wall or counter with their thigh between his legs, or pull him down for a kiss while tugging on his hair. They need to be quick, taking too much time will make him rush back to work and ruin their element of surprise, but the sudden affection is enough to steal his breath and leave him aching for more. Once they’ve managed to break his control, though, they’d better be prepared to not get much sleep that night, because he’ll be eager to follow through with their advances the moment he finishes his work for the day.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Barbatos tends to prefer a slower, passionate pace, every movement calculated and controlled to bring a specific amount of pleasure to his partner. It isn’t often that he has time to spare, so when he does, he wants to savor every moment he gets to spend with them, taking his time with their body and indulging his greedy side. He loves how desperate it makes them, his movements so slow that it’s practically torture, highly pleasurable, but just barely not enough to cum. He’ll drag on the moment for as long as he can, because he knows it’ll be a while before he can do it again.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Barbatos is naturally very quiet, his voice soft and soothing. He doesn’t speak much during sex, and when he does, his words are barely more than a whisper. At first, he’s completely silent, purposefully stifling his noises out of embarrassment, but even when he lets go, he never really gets loud. Most of his noises sound like gasps, and even his rarely heard moans are extremely breathy and desperate, much higher in tone than his regular voice. He has a habit of trying to muffle himself if he feels he’s getting too noisy, hiding his face in bed sheets or pillows and biting into the material, or bringing his hands up to his face to bite his knuckles, attempting to regain control of his voice.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Unlike most demons, Barbatos’ horns are actually very sensitive, to the point where the slightest touch is enough to send shivers down his spine. The little skeletal appendages function more like feelers or antennae, rather than weapons. While he’s distracted, they often move without him realising, shifting with his emotions and acting as an easy way for his partner to tell when he’s really enjoying something.
His tail isn’t anywhere near as sensitive, but it’s certainly a fun addition to the bedroom. He has very precise control of it, being able to move both tips independently with precision. It basically self lubricates, too, having a strange wet, almost gloopy and slippery texture, without ever leaving behind any residue to clean up. He’d be more than happy to use it on his partner, or himself, and show them exactly how skilled he is in controlling its movements.
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xoxovivafics · 2 years
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Pretty Poison: Such A Perfect Day
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Pairing: Dom! Stephen Strange x black Avengers original character
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors, ageless, blank, & non-updated blogs will be blocked immediately.
Word count: 4,403 words
Plot: Helle wants a seaside date with Stephen, but he has other ideas.
Warnings: For 18+ readers, this fic contains sex- brief bondage, domination, vaginal and anal sex, praise kink, humiliation, spanking and punishment, double penetration, rough sex, mean Stephen, swearing.
Notes: Non-canon compliant. Stephen’s a menace.
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Stephen glared fiercely at Hellebore, his mouth set in a deep scowl. He crossed his arms as he sat up in bed, the light linen sheets pooling at his taut waist. Sunlight danced over his face, brightening his sea grey eyes to a startling aquamarine.
The large room was already warm in the morning light. Summer humidity had set in overnight, making every movement seem as though it was happening through a thick and sticky miasma. Thank god for Stark Tower’s powerful air conditioning, which had just turned on with nary a clank or wheeze.
“Absolutely not, Helle. Coney Island is hell at this time of year.”
He shuddered at the thought of massive crowds of families and tourists slowly creeping across the boardwalk, the hellaciously cheerful hustle and bustle as the sun inched even higher in the sky. The sticky hands that would leave all sorts of horrifying stains on his freshly dry cleaned clothing. Perish the thought. He’d rather be trapped in the Dark Dimension again.
“But, Stephen!” She draped herself dramatically over his lap, her voice a needy whine. She didn’t often play the brat, so she wasn’t sure how far she could push it. It was kind of thrilling, the uncertainty.
“Helle.” His tone was a warning that she refused to acknowledge. She batted her eyes at him, her lips twisting into a pout. She bit her plump bottom lip in a way that made Stephen want a taste.
“Pleaseee, darling? I want to visit the seaside and have an ice cream. I miss it, I used to go to Lyme Regis every summer and swim in the sea.” She grinned at the memory before continuing.
“And I want a proper hot dog! And one of those cake things- er, swirly doughnut cake? Cylindrical cake?”
Stephen quirked his eyebrows. He gently stroked her hair, quietly delighting in its springy softness. “Funnel cake?”
“Yeah, that’s it!” She sat up and smiled craftily. She pulled down the sheets, exposing her bare torso. She straddled the sorcerer, pushing her breasts dangerously close to his mouth.
Her voice dropped to a seductive pitch. “I’ll make it worth your while, sir.”
“You’re being a brat, Ms Clarke.”
Helle slowly grinded her hips against his hardening shaft. Stephen held her gaze, his darkening eyes unwavering.
“Am I, darling? Sorry, didn’t realise. I was also thinking that I could wear my new skates. They’re so perfect, would you like to see them? I even picked out an outfit to match.”
Stephen exhaled deeply. His hands gripped her thick thighs as he took her hard nipple into his mouth, exploring it slowly with his tongue. He watched Helle’s face become slack with pleasure, her thoughts ebbing away as he lavished her with affection.
He smirked at how easily his little songbird became quiet from his loving care. It was immensely flattering, actually. But lessons must be learned. He bit down with just enough pressure to cause pain.
“Ah!” Helle cried out, grimacing. Stephen removed his teeth, kissing her breasts softly before tapping them firmly.
“Are you going to behave, my dear?” His voice was amused. Helle never knew where Stephen’s amusement would lead. Or when it would unexpectedly end.
“Yes, sir.” Helle’s voice was soft. She fingered her collar. He smiled at her indulgently.
“Then show me this outfit that you’ve carefully planned to seduce me into a date.”
Helle was delighted as she kissed Stephen’s nose. She shrugged on her robe and moved into the second bedroom, which she’d turned into a wardrobe and crafting workroom.
Stephen wiped away the sweat already forming at his brow. He hated summer. He picked up his glass of water, left over from the previous night. He took a large swig, enjoying the feeling of refreshing liquid as it coursed down his throat. He dipped a few fingers into the glass, spreading them across his face to cool down.
Stephen fluffed his downy pillow, picking up his book from the nightstand. He flipped through the pages, though he didn’t pay close attention to the words in front of him. His thoughts were already elsewhere.
He could soon hear the tell-tale signs of wheels rolling heavily on wood. Helle skated smoothly into the room. She did a small spin that revealed that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Stephen put  his book back down, intrigued.
She wore a floral halter dress with a midriff cut-out, revealing her extensive arm and back tattoos. Her skates were a soft lilac suede with leopard print laces. They matched her fading hair, which hung low in a curly twist out, decorated with a small vintage scarf. Small flower earrings completed the look.
“What do you think, doctor? Appropriate for our seaside date?”
Stephen couldn’t help but think that she looked incredibly charming. She was beautiful in a way that was classically timeless, as though she was a time traveller who had simply chosen to stay in this moment. As seduction techniques went, this was thoroughly successful.
He realised he was staring and not actually speaking, a dreamy smile softening his angular face. “Zounds. You look beautiful, sweetheart.”
Helle gave a shy, sweet smile that made his heart ache. She smoothed the wrinkles from the front of her dress. “Thanks, baby.”
She sat on the bed, turning herself to have a better look at Stephen. “So, did it work, my love? Have you changed your mind?”
She watched as he looked up, rubbing his chin in thought. A low, full hum sounded in his throat. The sound wafted over her skin, thrumming through her body, compelling her to move closer. He kept her waiting, a sly smile growing on his face.
“I haven’t decided yet.”
Helle stood up, steadying herself carefully. She attempted to stand in a dignified fashion. “Fine, if you’re going to be boring, then I’ll just go on my own! Perhaps I’ll find some new friends while I’m there!”
She realised she was being petulant. She would later blame it on the heat. Stephen’s eyes flashed. He sat up properly, all delight disappearing from his face. The room suddenly felt too quiet.
“What did you say, Ms Clarke?” The voice that had called upon eldritch horrors and defeated ancient gods with confident precision spoke sharply to her. It was a tool that could just as easily be used as a weapon.
He stood, pulling his robe from a chair. With only a small flourish he put it on. It heightened rather than obscured his nudity. He stalked towards his lover, his haughty bearing feeling almost like a tangible presence in front of her.
His large brows tumbled into a fierce scowl. “Do not make me repeat myself, Hellebore Clarke.” Her name was a commanding growl on his tongue.
Helle squeaked. She began skating backwards. “I didn’t mean it, darling! It was a joke, just harmless bants!”
She turned and fled down the hall with a squeal. Stephen sighed as he rolled his shoulders. This was his fault, really. He had been too indulgent of late.
He strolled into the living room a few moments later. Helle was sitting in the armchair, trying to remove her tightly laced skates. Stephen placed a spell around the room to muffle the sound.
“Stand up, Ms Clarke.” Helle looked at him with wide eyes, noticing the assortment of items in his robe. She fought the urge to shake her head no. He gestured upwards with an elegant finger.
“Now.”
The command raged through her like fire, burning away any thoughts of argument or ill-temper. She stood, nervously worrying her lip. She skated towards him. He gently took her arm and led her towards the breakfast table.
“Bend over, my dear.”
Helle trembled with anticipation and pure lustful want as she acquiesced. She lowered onto her stoppers to keep steady as she bent down onto warm wood. Stephen raised her dress slowly, exposing her large bottom. He smiled fondly at it. It was truly a shame what she was about to make him do.
He rubbed her ass gently as he stroked her arm, a reminder that this was for her own good, done out of love. He removed a large paddle from his robe’s pocket. With little fanfare and even less mercy, he raised the leather paddle and firmly spanked her backside.
Helle gasped in shock, her body trying to move away of its own accord.
“Don’t you dare attempt to move, my little songbird,” Stephen said, his words punctuated by ruthless slaps. Helle moaned and cried out as she froze. The large paddle left a deep, broad ache of pain across her rear.
“Have I not given you everything, my bratty little hero? And yet you take advantage of my kindness. You disrespect me. What am I to do with you?”
The paddle was replaced by his hand as he leaned over her. Helle could feel his erection slide over her already sore cheeks. She tried to rub against him to no avail. His chuckle filled her ears.
“So greedy when you’ve already misbehaved. Truly, what has come over you?” He slowly nudged her legs open, the skate wheels screeching slightly as they were forced to move outward against the floor.
“I didn’t mean it, baby. I’m sorry.” Her voice was a whisper.
Stephen slid his fingers across her already slick folds. “Unfortunately, I don’t believe you. But not to worry, I’ll ensure that your next apology is more sincere.”
His next slap sounded across her quivering pussy. Helle whimpered at the delicious amount of searing pain that spread from his hand. Her dark eyes became glazed.
He spoke softly to her, his voice patient. “Only good girls deserve to be taken out and treated well. Are you capable of being my good, sweet songbird again?” He pinched her clit, delighting in the cry this wrenched from her as he slowly rolled his fingers.
Helle spoke between clenched teeth. “Yes, sir. Wanna be good for you.”
“That’s encouraging, Helle-belle. I’ll still have to punish you, sweetheart, but if you show me how good you are, perhaps I will take you out. I want everyone to see how lovely my little hero is in her pretty dress.”
Helle whimpered at Stephen’s small praise, at his claiming of her. The heat rose in her face as Stephen reached around and palmed her breasts over her dress.
“Thank you, sir.”
He undid her halter top and turned her around. She wore a simple bandeau bra underneath. Stephen tsked as he murmured a quick spell, moving a trembling finger between her breasts. The bra disintegrated under his touch. Helle looked at him with trusting eyes.
He took out more toys, ones she hadn’t seen before. He showed them to her as he placed them on the table. They didn’t seem so bad. They always used nipple clamps and plugs.
Stephen smiled darkly at her relieved expression. He took the chained clamps and fastened them to her hardened nipples, such a sensitive part of her. She exhaled shakily as he pinched them firmly, screwing each clamp carefully in place until they stung.
Helle’s cunt throbbed. These were heavier than normal, and less delicate. The industrial silver clamps pressed against her skin didn’t allow her to forget that they were there, that this was a punishment. They contrasted wickedly with her feminine outfit. She knew that Stephen had chosen them for that reason. He was always so thoughtful.
Stephen tugged the chain harshly. It pooled over the heated skin of her dark, gleaming stomach. The metal was welcomingly cool. Helle gasped at the jolting pain that emanated from his sharp tug. When he was satisfied that they were secure, he raised his paddle again.
There were no playful, soothing swipes or light taps this time. His face was stern as he paddled her breasts. She shrieked as he struck her already sensitive nipples, until her voice collapsed into sobbing gasps. He tenderly stroked her cheek.
“You’re being so good for me. I knew that you could take this punishment, little one. I’m proud of you.” He kissed her forehead, ignoring the growing need that was building within him as he watched her fall apart. He would have her just as he wanted her, that was certain.
He carefully turned her back on her stomach, holding her chain firmly in hand. He had enchanted them a while back. He took the paddle and began spanking her once more.
Helle moaned brokenly. A sharp, vibrating shock coursed through her nipples with each slap. Each precise hit was an agony that she needed more of, her soft flesh wanting to be reshaped by Stephen’s expert hands.
He put on latex gloves, grimacing at the heat already building across his fingers. He took the rubber plug in hand. For a moment he wavered, before shaking his head.
She would be able to handle it. He had trained her well, she basically salivated any time he bought her a new large toy to stuff her tight asshole. This would be a culmination of a year’s worth of work.
He lubed his fingers, running them between Helle’s cheeks. He entered her slowly, allowing anticipation to build. She groaned loudly as he prepped her, making sure that she was relaxed. She felt as though her entire body was being shocked by Stephen’s spell. Everything felt more tender, more fragile. Her legs trembled.
The plug was coated in lube as Stephen warmed it up. He enjoyed the act of viscous liquid pouring over the carefully shaped object. He enjoyed knowing that he was about to establish his will, to dominate the willing body beneath him.
She was so beautiful like this, bent over and spread wide. Perhaps he would allow her to be a brat on occasion if it allowed him a chance to ruin her so utterly.
He slowly placed the plug inside her. Helle yelped softly at the unexpected stretch. This was bigger than her other toys. She sighed with happiness.
“Breathe, my dear. That’s it. Good girl. You love being stuffed full, don’t you?”
“Y-yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
Stephen took the bulb attached to the plug and began squeezing it. The plug expanded under his grip. Helle’s shocked noises made him grin. She clutched the table as her asshole was stretched completely. Her whimpers made his cock twitch.
He removed the hose and bulb, leaving the plug in place. He added more lube before removing his gloves, watching it glisten tantalisingly on her skin. He picked her up, placing her knees on the table. She was fully exposed to him, her skates dangling off the table. He really was lucky to have her.
He slapped her exposed pussy, looking with glee as it tried to clench around nothing, her folds dripping with slick.
“My pretty, whorish Helle-belle. So eager to be used, to have these lovely holes abused for my pleasure.”
His slaps were followed by rough fondles, his dexterous fingers making her cunt squelch as he curved inside her. Helle’s eyes were half-lidded, her arms naturally folding behind her in submission.
With every harsh hit, the clamps jolted her until large tears rolled down her face. She mumbled her apology over and over. “I’m sorry, sir! Sorry! I’ll be good!”
Stephen stroked her hair, his voice calming. “Oh sweetheart, I know. I know you’re sorry. You’re doing so well. We’re almost done.”
Helle nodded as she took deep, steadying breaths. This was new ground for both of them. She could do this, she could be good for him, she wanted to be good for him. She wanted him to push her even further. Her eyes rolled back as he paddled her ass once more, pushing the plug even deeper.
Stephen moaned at the low grunts that poured from her as she lost herself to overwhelming sensations. Her body shook under his touch. He was so proud of her.
He gently placed her back on the floor, holding her steady against him. His hand glided across her throat as he put her into a suitable position. He moaned her name as his dick slid into her, hot and heavy and desperate to mark every inch of her needy cunt.
It was heaven. He clutched her sore ass, already starting to bruise so prettily for him.
“Thank you, sir!” Helle groaned with each thrust. She felt like she was going to fall apart. Every inch of her was rammed full. Stephen had never been this cruel before. She needed him to be this cruel again, more than anything.
“My good little fucktoy, so polite for me. All you needed was a little lesson, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Doctor,” she cried.
He fucked her roughly, chasing his own pleasure. His sweat dripped onto her back as he slammed into her.
“Fuck! You feel so good, so tight! Who do you belong to?”
Helle took a moment too long to respond as she moaned in bliss. Stephen’s hand moved from her throat to her hair. He tugged her head back.
Helle shuddered. She could only imagine how dishevelled she looked with her dress yanked down and her makeup ruined, panting like a wild animal as Stephen used her body in whatever way he chose. It turned her on to be his plaything, his whore. She was close, so close so close so close-
“Don’t you dare come, Ms Clarke. Who do you belong to?”
“I’m yours, sir! Oh! Make me yours, please!”
Stephen hugged her tightly with one hand. “There she is, my lovely Helle-belle.”
He buried his face in her hair as he dragged his dick over her g-spot. She felt close to madness as Stephen pulled out again and again, only to enter her once more, his grunts guttural as the massive plug made her cunt even tighter.
It was too much, it was all too much. She sobbed as she tried not to come, even as Stephen tried his best to make her break his rule. She was drowning under such intense, debauched pleasure.
She broke first.
Stephen groaned, the sound rich and deep in Helle’s ear as her pussy clenched around him. Her climax was all-consuming as she fell apart, his name so full and sweet in her mouth.
She laid over the table, dazed, a few stray tears still falling as she tried to catch her breath.
She moaned weakly when he came inside her in heavy spurts, his jerking movements ramming the plug. She came again as he finished, the room filling with her lustful scream.
Stephen rested above her when he finished, just to catch his breath. It was so damned hot. He caged her in, carefully not placing his weight on her tired frame. They stayed like that for a minute, Stephen still inside her as their breathing slowed.
He pulled out with a small groan, kissing Helle’s temple lightly. She could feel the warmth of their combined spend lazily trickling down her thigh. She rubbed her thighs together.
“You filthy thing,” Stephen murmured in her ear. She could hear the smile in his tired voice.
He stretched and removed his robe from his sticky back with a small grunt of disgust. He released the plug’s valve, allowing it to deflate. He slowly removed it, kissing Helle’s bare shoulder as she whined.
“There, that wasn’t so bad.”  He helped her sit down at the table, noting that her movements were sluggish, her eyes still unfocused. He went to the kitchen to clean up and make some coffee.
Helle removed the clamps gingerly as Stephen brought her a coffee and water, kissing her breasts playfully. She laughed and sighed as she swatted him away. He kneeled down to remove her skates.
“You did so well, little bird. I know that was more intense than usual.” He looked up at her, his face settling into worried concern. “Was it alright?”
Helle smiled tiredly as she began to focus. She pulled her dress back up, retying it securely.  “It was wonderful, darling. You certainly showed me. And I’d thoroughly love it if you showed me again.”
Stephen smiled wickedly as he stood. “Huh,” he drawled. “Is that so?” He sat down across from her and sipped on his coffee, his leg crossed. He would have been the picture of morning elegance had he not been completely naked.
Helle grinned. “Yeah. I liked this new mean doctor.” She winced as she adjusted in her chair.
“Though perhaps mean Stephen can remain a special holiday treat? I do like being able to sit down in public without all and sundry being able to guess what we get up to.”
Stephen chuckled as he looked down, his long lashes fanning out. “It’s a deal.”
They drank quietly, thinking about their exploits. It had been an intense experience, well beyond their sessions or regular lovemaking. But thinking of Stephen’s fierce expression and firm hand made Helle squirm with delight. Thinking of Helle’s trembling, ragged cries and trusting gaze filled Stephen with a deep warmth. They glanced surreptitiously at each other, their smiles coy.
“I think that a trip to Coney Island might be in order. If you’re still feeling up to it. I owe you a funnel cake and ice cream.”
“And a hot dog.”
“You’re going to be sick if you eat all that,” he said with a frown. Helle gave him a challenging look as she drained her glass. He threw up his hands in defeat, he was in no mood to argue.
“Fine, Helle-belle, suit yourself. I’ll get whatever you want.”
Her freckled nose scrunched as she smiled, always magnanimous in victory. “Love you, Doctor. I’m going to take a shower and get changed.”
“No you aren’t.” Stephen looked peaceful as he watched her stand up.
Helle turned and looked at him in confusion. “What?”
“I told you before, I want everyone to see how lovely you look in your dress.”
“But-”
Stephen stood and moved behind her, his strong arms looping around her waist. He steered her back towards the bedroom. He spoke softly in her ear, his dick already hardening.
“I’m going to have you again, my dear. I’m going to take you back to bed and make sure that you’re aching and stuffed.” Helle inhaled sharply. Stephen smirked as he kissed her neck.
“Your asshole will feel so wonderful around my cock, my love. And when I’m done fucking you, when you’re an exhausted mess on the bed, I’m going to make you even more lovely.”
Helle allowed herself to be placed back on the bed. She looked up at Stephen as he bustled around the room.
“How?” she asked softly. He smiled fondly.
“When I am done with you, I’ll put you in your favourite lingerie. I will also put clamps here-” he licked her nipples, making her whimper, “and here-”
He kneeled on the ground, watching her face soften and become more needy. He spread her legs and moved under her dress. Helle cried out as Stephen’s tongue explored her clit, before moving lower. He moved away as her thighs tightened around him.
When he reemerged, his hair was even more messy. Helle giggled as she tried to smooth it down. “You look like a mad scientist.”
“An attractive one?”
She hesitated. “Yes?”
Stephen took on a grumpy demeanour that she knew all too well. Helle tried to get back on track. “C’mon darling, tell me what else you’re going to do to me.”
Stephen raked back his hair. He pounced on Helle, making her laugh as he wrapped his limbs around her. His voice was intimate as he worked a different kind of magic.
“You won’t be able to walk later without thinking about what I’ve done to you with every step. And when you’re having your ice cream and sitting on some very questionable rides, it will be with the knowledge that my come is still dripping from both your holes.”
He kissed and nuzzled her neck as she quaked beneath him. When he spoke in her ear, it was with the assured arrogance that made Helle think that she could, quite possibly, follow him anywhere.
“Your punishment will last all day. I told you not to come and you chose yet again to disobey me. So I’ll teach you patience. You’ll have to be on your best behaviour while we’re out.” He pinched her nipple, making her moan and squirm. “No matter how good it feels, how much you ache, you’ll only get release when I allow it.”
Helle weakly attempted to protest. “Stephen, please, that’s not fair, I-”
“Shh, my love.” He turned her over, once again lifting her dress. Her bruised backside was truly beautiful to behold, but he would have to make a salve to alleviate her discomfort. “What is it that we say, my dear?”
Helle sighed. She had no idea how people managed to be brats all the time. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to walk later. “Thank you, sir.”
With an adoring kiss to her ass, he began to lube his shaft, his tip already gleaming with pre-cum. He claimed her once more, closing his eyes in bliss as he pushed past her rim.
“Fuck, baby! Yes, harder, please please please!” Helle moaned as she was fucked again. Stephen obliged, feeling invigorated by the day’s events and her unashamed wantonness.
By the gods, he loved this girl. He held her collar tightly against her neck as he pulled her up against him. Her ass rolled against him as she chased satisfaction that wouldn’t be granted.
He kissed her greedily as his fingers played with her clit. He sucked on her lip as he enjoyed the sound of her cries, always so intoxicatingly sweet.
Scarred fingers swiped against her folds as he brought them up for her to taste. He smiled as her soft pink tongue left a trail across calloused skin. She moaned his name, her eyes half-lidded, her body aflame.
“Thank you for my punishment, sir,” she gasped. Such wonderful obedience.
He pushed her onto the bed as he bound her arms with a spell. This had turned out to be a marvellous day and it wasn’t even noon. He slapped her ass, watching with satisfaction as it jiggled beneath his touch.
“That’s my good girl. I love you, Helle-belle. I’ll make sure this is a date that you never forget.”
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hii could we get an angsty scenario/hcs of xiao and scaramouche/any characters you prefer! who are basically head over heels for someone but that person keeps getting with the wrong people and constantly getting their heart broken? Preferably with a good/fluffy ending but it’s up to you!
cw: angst + heartbreak  note - decided to go for scenarios! (❁´▽`❁)*✲゚*
[Xiao] 
One Call Away—
The sudden shout of his name had brought him out into the open, where he finds you sitting in a field of wildflowers, your head hung and quiet sobs racking your hunched form.
“You called?” The gruffness in his voice startles you and your head snaps up. He notices your pained expression and the tears that refuse to cease, and it gives birth to a strange feeling within his chest. “What happened? Surely I am not too late.” And then he shakes his head. “No, I’m never late.”
“Ah... I’m sorry.” You sniffle, pitifully rubbing at your eyes. “I guess your name slipped out. I didn’t mean to bother you. I just didn’t mean to call for you either.”
Xiao raises a brow and then surveys the surrounding area. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re in any mortal peril. In that case, I’ll leave you to—”
“No!”
Your sudden shout startles the both of you, with you drawing back and Xiao’s eyes widening ever so slightly. He wonders why you’re crying when beautiful scenery surrounds you. Are you truly that pathetic? Are mortals usually this weak-hearted? Xiao can’t wrap his head around the idea of grief; he’s an immortal who has seen plenty of hazardous scenarios worth grieving over. Yet with the passage of time he has learned to let such emotions drift away on a wind current. Emotions are useless to an adeptus.
But now he’s stuck with them.
“No?”
“D-Don’t go...” Your voice wobbles and you wipe at your reddened eyes. “I don’t want to bother you, but could you stay here with me? For a little while, at least. It’s all I’ll ask...”
He feels like he should decline your desperate plea before it spreads its perplexing roots throughout his system. The words are practically on the tip of his tongue and he struggles to verbalize them. If he could, he’d shake his head and vanish from your sight. There’s something about your expression that forces him to stay, and he truly detests the way his emotions run wild at the prospect of something he can’t quite comprehend.
“Fine.”
And so Xiao listens to you. It’s something he does best; his eyes and ears are open as he gives you his full, undivided attention. Half of him observes your reactions as you explain what happened and the other half zeros in on the way your subtle hand motions. While he might not be anywhere near a cupid—and he would never be caught giving out relationship advice to mortals, which is something he couldn’t do even if he tried—he is still a being of immense power. From what he’s able to understand from your explanation, your loved one decided to part from you because they believed it just wasn’t working. And you, having been struck with an immense sadness, failed to call out to them to clear up any misunderstandings.
Eventually, after internally wrestling with his own thoughts and feelings, he asks, “Do you want me to teach them a lesson? Should you need them to feel the same amount of despair you’re feeling—”
“Oh, no! No. No. They don’t deserve to be punished for that. I understand now that our feelings weren’t the same. We really weren’t working and that’s okay. It just...hurts.”
Xiao tilts his head, an innocently childish show of confusion. “Where?”
“It’s not a physical pain, Xiao. I mean, it could be. But...this is more emotional.” Your hand reaches out, fingers wrapping around his wrist. He stares down at your hand and he almost pulls away. Before he can even consider what’s happening, you’re guiding his hand to where your heart is. “In here. It hurts now, but I’ll overcome it eventually. I’m used to it anyways...”
The straight-faced adeptus remains still as he feels the fast-paced beat of your heart. Mortals have always been weak in his eyes: feeble beings who break at the slightest inconvenience. Although you don’t seem close to shattering and that confuses him more than he’d like to admit. Perhaps you are one of the more resilient humans he’s come across in recent years. It’s strange when he feels your heartbeat, so very certain and alive with the sour feelings a heartbreak brings. He’s never understood that either. Heartbreaks and relationships. The differences between friendship and romance. Both can be seen through to the very end, if fostered healthily.
So then why are you so sad?
Truthfully, you’ve always seemed sad to Xiao. As an adeptus, he’s never been able to fully grasp the meaning behind human emotions. They’re insignificant in his eyes, mere flashes of feeling that can hurt and blind. They’re troublesome and useless—certainly not something he would ever want to experience. But those emotions can heal and bring cheer. They’re not all entirely bad, nor are they as evil as he seems to think they are.
Xiao realizes his hand has been on your chest for a while now and he’s been staring at you so much that you’ve begun to shrink away, partially embarrassed to have him analyze you with so much scrutiny.
“Is...something wrong?”
He shakes his head slowly at first before retracting his arm. And then he notices you’ve stopped crying. He’s not sure when this happened, but he’s oddly relieved to see your neutral expression. Somehow your crying face is painful and it wounds him in a way he never would have imagined.
“Thank you for listening to my rant. I know this is probably meaningless to you, since you’re an adeptus and all, but it really means a lot. So I’m glad I was able to get these things off my chest. I feel a lot lighter now.”
“You’re not sad?”
“Ah. Well...” Your gaze flickers, eyes darting to and fro while you struggle to look at him. “I’m still sad, but I’ll get over it! Don’t worry! I’m resilient!”
Xiao’s brow furrows in confusion. As he has thought plenty of times before, mortals are far too complex. Eventually he sighs and says, “It’s okay to cry. Don’t keep that inside, okay? You’ll just hurt yourself even more.” Now he’s avoiding your gaze and there’s a barely noticeable tinge of pink dusting his pale cheeks. He’s really not good at consoling humans.
“Oh, Xiao.” You pull him in for a hug and he stiffens, trying to squeeze out of your arms like a cat near water. But then he feels your fingers digging into his arm and he realizes that you might actually need this hug. Despite the fact that he’s not used to freely giving out hugs—or even cheering up mortals, for that matter—he is definitely out of his element. “Really, thank you. I promise to make you an Almond Tofu as thanks.”
“There’s no need for that.” Hesitantly, as if he’s worried he’ll break you, he wraps his arms around your form. “I’m just helping you because you called my name. That’s all.”
But that’s not the full truth. Hidden in those words is the real reason why he even bothered to stay despite the false alarm. And it worries Xiao when he thinks about the implications. He really does like you and this admiration has surpassed platonic love. As long as you’re okay, though, he’ll swallow his feelings in favor of making sure you’re always happy. It’s one of his duties as your friend.
Friend. A word Xiao never thought he’d ever use, but it feels nice. He likes it.
Yet The Distance Remains Harrowing.
[Scaramouche] 
To Mend a Broken Heart—
You’re spilling your emotional guts in front of the Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers, tears freely running down your cheeks like two faulty water faucets. It’s a pathetic sight, really. Scaramouche witnessed this exact show just a few weeks ago when you were so certain that that fisher was the one. Now, after meeting and getting together with someone else for a short time, you’ve come out of yet another relationship, unhappy and unsatisfied.
He’s jealous. There’s no denying the envy he feels when you talk so highly of these people and then wail about them a few days later. It’s a vicious cycle of mending a fragile heart and then breaking it into pieces all over again. With no end in sight, you fall victim to your own demise in the pursuit of love. He wonders if you’ll ever learn to choose your next partner carefully rather than settling for anything with a pulse.
“This is exactly what I said would happen, was it not?” he says with a sigh. “Oh, woe is you. If you were smarter, this last relationship might have lasted longer.”
“That’s rich coming from you. I’ve never seen you in a relationship before,” you mutter, wiping angrily at your eyes. His eyelid twitches at the not-so-subtle jab. “Ugh!I hate being so unlucky! This is the worst.”
“Rather than your foul luck, I think the problem lies within you and your taste in partners.”
Sniffling, you lower your head onto the table, hoping to just melt into the crafted wood before you end up making even more of a fool out of yourself. It’s rare to be in the company of Scaramouche, considering how often he’s assigned missions that require swift travel and a covert profile. But whenever you do find yourself sitting across from him, indulging in light snacks and tea, it’s always because you’ve lost your latest lover; and your own sadness requires the nullifying effects of Scaramouche’s cynicism.
“They’re good people! I just don’t know why it never works out. We’re happy and we both like each other—it doesn’t make any sense. Am I missing something? Is it my fault? They probably got tired of me because I’m not a good person.“
“Perhaps.” He takes a moment to sip his tea and you muster a weak glare. Only Scaramouche can delight in his beverage while you’re holding back another onslaught of tears. “Your crocodile tears are hardly flattering and your apparent need for consistent affection might come off as clingy. And you have a tendency to find flaws within yourself whenever something doesn’t go your way. Adding onto that, you doubt yourself a lot and you’re always quick to take the blame for things that are out of your control. In a way you are partially—”
“I get it. I’m not a good person.”
“I never said anything of that sort. Now you’re just asking for pity.”
Oh, how close you are to punching that smirk off of his face.
“Then since you seem to know everything, my oh so helpful friend, why don’t you tell me what I’m missing?”
“With pleasure.” His cup finds the surface of the table as he ponders your demand for a moment. “You’re missing someone who meshes well with your personality.”
“That’s not true. Everyone I’ve been with so far—“ His skeptical look makes you stop short. “Okay. Maybe we forced it because we thought it was love. But that’s besides the point! There was still an attraction! I think...” You huff and bury your face in your arms, nearly almost sprawling on the table. You’re too depressed to even consider how impolite your actions look, and Scaramouche scoffs at your poor display of manners. “Where am I even going to find someone who ‘meshes well with my personality,’ hm?”
“I’m sure you’ve already found them.” He clears his throat, tracing a finger along a sanded knot in the wooden table. “You’re sitting across from him.”
Whether he intended for you to hear that whispered part, you can’t say for sure. But your head perks up and you fix him with a lopsided grin. “You’re kidding.”
“Hm?”
“Me and you, a couple?” A small giggle escapes your lips and you swipe the remaining tears out of your eyes. “Don’t joke about that. I’m trying to be sad here!”
It wasn’t a joke, he almost says and he catches himself, suddenly self-conscious.
“I don’t think we’d work out,” you continue, motioning between you and him. “We’d hardly see each other and you don’t seem like the type for romance. Besides, I’m not attracted to you in that way. You feel the same, right?”
Scaramouche stares into his cup before he meets your gaze, a tight smile gracing his expression. “Of course. Your inability to settle isn’t all that attractive.”
Your eyes roll and you finally pick up your own cup to take a large gulp of lukewarm tea. The bitter Harbinger observes your actions with narrowed eyes. There’s a distinct pain that taps at his hardened soul, splitting it apart as your words echo within his spinning head. I don’t think we’d work out. I’m not attracted to you in that way. Why is he suddenly feeling...upset? He’s not one for pitiful emotions; he’s a Harbinger, not a lovesick fool! He ought to glare at you and storm off, demanding the two of you never speak again. But he won’t say that because he doesn’t want to hurt you. Because he cares for you. Because he loves you.
You feel the same, right?
No, that’s not right. This is the love he’s been wallowing in since he first got acquainted with you. It’s strange when he remembers every event that has led up to the blossoming feelings that reside deep in the epicenter of his heart, but it’s even more strange that he can’t find the courage to voice his own opinion.
“We wouldn’t mix,” he reaffirms your statement with a cold tone. There is no warmth in his eyes. “After all, your taste in tea is as bad as your taste in partners.”
And even though he wishes you could see through his walls—just this once he’ll allow you to tear them down for the sake of a half-baked confession—you just sit there and grin, no longer teary-eyed and forlorn. How odd. His heart feels far heavier than it’s ever been before. And you’re already scanning your surroundings, hungry for a love that will never keep you sated. Perhaps you weren’t even sad in the first place.
Upon realizing this, Scaramouche wants nothing more than to disappear into the wood like a feeble worm and never come back out.
You Must Break Another.
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twisted-imagines · 4 years
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Hello~! Can I request malleus headcanons with a s/o with a voice kink? Spice is preferred, but it’s up to you!
High time to water the crops, hehe~ It's pure spice, I can't perceive it any other way lmao
Please enjoy❤
S/O with a voice kink(NSFW)
Malleus Draconia🐲
• "Who goes there?" Those were the first words he ever said to you, surprised by the appearance of a human in that long-abandoned building. The fae who called you a "child of man", who had obsidian horns you had never seen before on anybody and was enveloped in a mysterious aura no matter where he went. You could never imagine he would become your significant other, who would calmly read his book beside you in the Diasomnia dorm's secret gazebo or take leisure walks around college grounds at night with you by his side.
• It was no longer strange for you to become intimate with him in the privacy of your own rooms because, frankly speaking, denying your attraction to him was impossible. Malleus was lovable and deviously alluring. You were enamored with him to the point the man could fluster you with just a few words. Or was it always your weakness?
• The bass resonated through your entire body and set it on fire every time he talked to you. Perhaps, Malleus didn't notice or didn't link it to his voice, the way you clenched your legs and fists tighter or covered red from head to toe. And maybe you were thankful that he didn't know about the ultimate weapon he possessed against you, your biggest weakness - his voice. You didn't know what he would do, if he was aware of the things it did to you, most likely he would never let you get away with it and so you tried your hardest to hide it.
• For example, not slip away from reality when he leaned down just to carefully whisper something to you.
"Oh, getting so bashful over a few sweet words of affection? It doesn't take much to make you happy, does it? Well, I like this trait of yours too, my lovely dove."
• Or not moan out loud when he talked dirty right next to your ear, while simultaneously hitting your most sensitive spot.
"You're a dirty creature, human. Moaning and crying for me like this, do you crave me that much?
Fine, beg nicely and I might consider helping you out with this little "predicament" of yours."
• And definitely not drool and get hot under the collar when Malleus, being the sweet and romantic boyfriend that he was, decided to read his favorite book to you, while you were seated cozily in between his legs. Alas, your understanding of 'cozy' was very different from listening to his velvety, mellifluous voice drop perfectly or pitch higher to suit the characters of the book, all the while being close to you, so close you could feel the tiniest vibrations. Head ditzy, you were drowning in the warm honey of Malleus' baritone, his voice instigating the most carnal desires and fueling gluttonous flames inside your body. The state you were in could be described with the only word - 'horny'. So no, you were not comfortable and wished he would do something, anything to end this torture.
He did not stop reading until the temperature of your body was unusually high and he could feel it even through your clothes.
"Darling, do you feel well?"
Gently bringing your face to his, Malleus observed you attentively. Your flushed expression alarmed Malleus, making him go straight into a protective mode, pointedly missing the very much obvious signs of your arousal. You could not allow it.
"Malleus, please~"
How could he ignore it now, that you've made it clear you were indeed lusting over him, enticing and provoking him with your forward acts, shifting to his lap, pressing your chest closer, letting Malleus touch and feel you.
"Oh, angel, you should have told me sooner. As per your request, we would have skipped the "boring book" part if you wanted to."
"No."
The man could no longer hide how amused he was. Fangs bared in a half mocking half happy smile. He definitely enjoyed where you were leading to.
"No?"
"It's not boring... I like your voice, Malleus. And when you're so close, I... Ah-"
Malleus was beaming. Your beyond embarrassed expression, the sweet confession, and the lewd little moans he earned in return every time his knee brushed against your core. All of this was his, for him only and he couldn't be more turned on at that moment.
"Ahaha, my darling, I'm very happy you decided to open your heart to me and reveal this little secret of yours. Making you happy and satisfied brings me happiness too."
His hands sneaking up your clothes, caressing your sides and slowly undressing you, made you arch further against him. You wanted nothing more than to lay bare before him, in all senses, and bask in his attention, chase after the burning heat of his hands bringing you relief.
"Don't worry, doll face, I will take the best care of you."
• Your hunch was right, after all. Never the one to withhold his thoughts from you, as long as you were willing to listen, Malleus became even more talkative with you. But a little change was due to be made: if he had something to say, now he would be right by your side, a breath away while using his huskiest, deepest voice on you.
• You wholeheartedly considered that your fae boyfriend was on a task to drive you completely insane with this abundance of fleeting touches, murmured praises, and words of affirmation. You hadn't even suspected, that Malleus even wished for you to cling and moan softly into his ear so nobody except for him could hear and do it so often. Apparently, you had experienced not even a fraction of his libido so far.
• Don't fret though, little lamb. He's been around long enough to be able to tell when you're at your limits and his teasing needs to stop, or maybe continue in his room. And by the time he finally brings you there, you're ready to beg just so he would fill you up already.
• Malleus has always been a very powerful being, but the power your "adoration" for his voice gives him, is something he hasn't experienced before. He's so full of himself, his cute human loves him so much and is so eager to keep him company, listen to him and make love to him. He has never paid much attention to his voice, but oh how proud is he about it now, words can't describe. While teasing you boosts his ego immensely, he's ready to indulge you at almost any time. If there's anything particular you want him to say, or bring some fantasy alive, roleplay with him or entertain you over the phone when you feel lonely, Malleus is up for it. Only the best for his significant other, best sex including.
• How about reading not just any book this time, but specifically a graphic one? Malleus is holding a book in one hand, reading a scene of heroes having passionate intercourse, while he fingers you with the other hand, his hot breath fanning your ear.
• You may hold just a little chat with other person, but if Malleus notices that they have that kind of voice that usually makes your legs quiver, he'll be on edge instantly. The fae is prone to overthink things, and you'll know right away what kind of thoughts go through his head when he suddenly enters the conversation, his voice just a tad bit higher for this volume to be considered normal. He can't make you listen to him only, what a shame, Malleus is not as delusional. He'll make sure to turn your attention to him as much as he can though, for as long as he holds the proud title of your boyfriend.
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The King’s Guard | Chapter 7 
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pairings: kim seokjin x reader ; jeon jungkook x reader ; min yoongi x reader
series rating: R(18+) | genre: angst, forbidden love, longing, immense pining 
warnings: none to note 
word count: 6.6k
g/n: HAHGFJFIE FINALLY!!!!!!!! that is all. ((also painfully and regrettably unedited)) thank you. THIS IS THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR ASJDFOAWJEFI SEND ME YOUR THOUGHTS PLEASE? 
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The King’s Guard | Chapter 7
“Hoseok.” 
Yoongi keeps his voice low as he attempts to poke the general awake, vigorously, yet with the right amount of caution so as not to wake the naked sleeping court lady in his arms. Chaeyoung, was it? The southern king ponders on wistfully as he pulls the blanket up again to maintain the modesty in the room - if there was any left, that is. 
The young king of the south had already sensed the tension between the pair when they were first acquainted with each other. Yoongi, not a stranger to the wants of the flesh, already knew this was coming. If it only weren’t for the places they hold in the palace, they would have made a great couple. 
Surely though, the two were old enough to know that clothes were still warranted even after what Yoongi could only assume to have been a steamy evening between the two. It wasn’t appropriate to just go sleeping in the nude especially when one could easily barge in at any time of the day, just as Yoongi had done. 
The blonde-haired king continues poking at the general by the ribs, cursing when the latter won’t respond and instead rolls over to the other side, pulling Chaeyoung closer in his arms. 
Good heavens. Why does this have to be so hard? 
For one, he’d already wasted time this morning trying to locate Hoseok, who he reckons no longer enjoys sleeping in his own quarters; finding more comfort in the danger that lies with sleeping in the court ladies’ quarters instead. He makes a mental note to address this to Hoseok later as this was going to be a major headache later on. 
Should this relationship of theirs proceed with its imminent direction, not only the general will be facing the grave consequences of their actions, but the poor court lady will have to take responsibility as well. 
“Hoseok.” The young king of the south nudges him once more, this time stronger than the last. Yoongi hears the general groan in response, and lets himself sit back against the wall in relief. At least this reaction was better than the log he was trying to wake just moments ago. 
That is, until he realizes he spoke too soon. 
Hoseok rolls over and proceeds to lie on his stomach. Yoongi cards his fingers through his temple, jaw clenched as he tries to figure out a more effective way to get the general up on his feet. 
He spots a vessel on top of Chaeyoung’s dresser, and Yoongi smirks as an unorthodox idea of waking up someone pops in his head. Quietly creeping up from the floor, he grabs the clay container by its neck and tilts the vessel, pouring the water onto Hoseok’s bare back. This ought to do the job. Just as expected, the liquid had the southern general scrambling to his feet. 
Squinting his eyes as he looks around, Hoseok comes face to face with his king, eyes trained on him like a tiger waiting on his prey. Hoseok immediately sits up, cowering under the king’s daunting gaze, “M-my king…”
Yoongi promptly gets up, not wanting to bother himself with another look at Hoseok’s naked form. “Get up. Meet me by the stables,” the king orders, sliding the door open, “and next time, please maintain some dignity and remember to put clothes on before sleeping.” 
The general clambers from the court lady’s yo, taking his discarded clothes by the corner of the room as the southern king heads to the stables first. 
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“Did she really knock you out that bad that you were harder to wake than a sleeping cow?” 
Even at dawn when the sun hasn’t risen yet, Yoongi sees the general blush under the sky’s soft shade of purple. “If I could say so for myself, she was quite flexible, your Highness…” Hoseok whispers shyly as he chews on his lip. Yoongi’s mouth falls agape at his general’s confession, grimacing at the awful mental images it brought to his mind this early in the morning. 
“General.” Hoseok straightens himself atop his steed, knowing that the king meant business when he calls him by his official title. “You should know that what I had said was a question I needed not answered.” 
“My apologies, my King.” Hoseok says, expression unchanging when he whispers under his breath. “It’s not like I’m the only one who’s getting frisky with the women of the palace.” Yoongi’s eyes narrow as he glares at the general, guiding his horse nearer to Hoseok’s, seemingly taunting the latter to say more. “Ah yes,” the general gets the message and bows, but Yoongi doesn’t miss the small smirk playing on the younger man’s lips, “this is the part where I keep my mouth shut.” 
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Bored out of his wits (and disrupted from his very lovely sleep), the general turns to his king, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, jeonha, but where exactly are we headed to at this time of the day?”
“We’re already here.” Hoseok, with his question answered in the most unexpected manner, gives an awkward nod as a reply to the southern king. He studies the place where Yoongi had led him to in this early morning and in recognition, his would seemingly winces at him as he remembers the day they’ve faced death in the eyes, and luckily got away with it.
In subconscious reminiscence, Yoongi flexes his shoulders, a short tinge of pain stings through the breadth of his back. Hoseok, in similar thought, does the same, reaching over to his side to feel the slowly healing wound.
The small clearing was not as ghastly as it had been when they had first arrived at this part of the forest.  The previously horrific scenery was no more; the doltap shrine, formerly made from dead bodies toppled over each other was now replaced by actual rocks and other mementos of the deceased.
Yoongi dismounts from his horse, a small cloud of dust appearing as he lands on the ground. Just like that, he’s taken back to the same night he’d met Seokjin – the same night he and Hoseok had narrowly escaped the hands of death. The southern king closes his eyes, reliving the scene like it was just yesterday.
“Forgive me, jeonha, but why are we here? If I should say so myself, my king, we we’re lucky enough to get away last time…if we stay here any longer, I’m not particularly sure what or who could be waiting for us this time.”
“We have to look for something.”
“Which is?”
“I’m not sure too. Just… I don’t think Seokjin is dead yet.”
Hoseok looks at him, worry painting all over his features. Yoongi had never concerned himself with the capitol, all the more with its king. The southern general couldn’t quite put a finger on it yet, but he is sure that there is a missing piece of the puzzle he has yet to discover. It won’t be long before he does.
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Jungkook watches you from the shade of another nearby tree, indulging himself with an apple he picked earlier on the way to the gardens. You’ve just finished teaching five new characters to the class, and as a reward for their exemplary behavior, you decided to treat them with a story – one you’re telling with such animation right now.
He joins the children in laughter when you imitate a creature: an elephant, he reckons, though he’s never seen one in real life. Subsequently, you use your arm as a trunk and even start to make the strangest sounds to mimic the animal. Peels of the sound of amusement resonate throughout the open space. Even the court ladies you’d initially came with join soon afterwards, making their best impressions of different animals.
The sight was most endearing. You’re a natural when it comes to children, Jungkook attests to himself. You were patient, caring, and kind – all the traits of a good mother already inherent in you. It was no question that you child will grow up to be just as wonderful as you are.
Being a widow though? Not so much.
Despite the bountiful radiance brought about by these children, he could still see the sadness in your eyes. Gone are your usually bright orbs, mirth and brilliance swimming freely in your pupils.
It’s only been a week since the news of Seokjin’s passing and the announcement of your pregnancy. You’d maintained your cheeriness but Jungkook fears it all might have been just a façade because your smiles never reached your eyes unlike before.
Jungkook knew you were strong. Even the whole palace would agree on that fact. You were stronger than anyone could ever admit and you were far stronger than you think you were. It was a trait of yours that even only the bravest could only hope to be bestowed with. Your resilience was one of your many characteristics that Jungkook admired so much.
But at the same time, he fears this mask of courage you put on was going to be the same thing that was going to destroy you slowly from the inside.
Jungkook understood where you were coming from. Truly, he did. He’s dealt with enough royals all his life to know that a simple display of weakness could be perceived for something far greater than it is. Royals are groomed and nurtured to perfection from the moment they are born, and in their lifetime, they are only afforded a specific set of standards they had to live by strictly, else they lose the respect of the council and subsequently, their people.
It was madness at the least, to think that royals are supposed to be as stiff as their forefathers now commemorated by figures made of stone or some precious mineral. How strangely ironic.
Crown aside, you are but a human being, a woman, who had just lost her husband, and is now burdened with having to deal with your pregnancy alone. On top of all the responsibilities of a queen, including those of which Seokjin had left you.
Jungkook knew he was a mere soldier in your eyes, but he wanted to help you in the hopes to alleviate the pain you were going through; he wanted you to know that he feels your pain and he knows the suffering of one who has likewise lost a loved one.
He knows you’re constantly pre-occupying yourself with these things, always looking for a distraction to forget your personal sentiments. Jungkook could only imagine what struggles you’re going through right now and how badly he wishes he could hold you in his arms and tell you it’s going to be alright and he’s going to be there for you no matter what.
“Jungkook? Captain?”
“Huh?”
Jungkook scrambles to his feet as he sees you looking down on him as he rested by the bark of the tree. “Jungjeon-mama!”
Chuckling, you remove a stray leaf that stuck itself to his pants. Jungkook’s heart flutters at the small gesture. “Are you alright, captain? I’ve been calling for you but you seem busy staring off into the distance…” He gulps.
“Alright. Will you accompany me to the doltap shrine then?”
“Of course, Mama.”
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Just like before, the two of you walk in comfortable silence, although the captain beside you looks more tense than ever. “Jungkook. Are you sure you’re alright? If you’re unwell, I can just go on my own. You can head back to your quarters.”
The captain quickly shakes his head, but when you meet his eyes, there’s a heavy weight in his stare that you wish to mention, but you don’t want to push his boundaries any further, especially when the two of you had been closer than any of you would have imagined.
You look away as you reach the top of the tiny slope, the dock finally in view. Jungkook immediately offers his elbow for your support, and you place a hand on the same with much gratitude.
He steps into the tiny boat first, readying the oars where he can reach them easily for later. Extending a hand out, he beckons you over to the canoe. Due to an unknown factor, you miss the gap between the boat and the dock, tripping slightly as you get inside. “Mama! Our– the baby!” You laugh at your own clumsiness before placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “I’m fine! I’m fine… stop acting like I’m a porcelain doll…” you joke, settling yourself on the seat.
“I’m just concerned about your well-being,” Jungkook mumbles, not meeting your eyes as he fixes the oars with a pout on his face. What a big baby. Gently, you put a hand on his knee, urging him to look at you, “I know,” you give him a warm smile, “and I’m very thankful to have you nearby all the time.”
It was the whole truth. Ever since Minho came barging in with your husband’s clothes and until the announcement of your pregnancy with the council, Jungkook has always been there. Since then, you’d opted to stay inside your hanok most of the day, unless you had to come out for your official duties.
He’d always be there, waiting outside your hanok as you’re about to leave for your responsibilities. You’d even suggested having Yunho come with you instead but the stubborn captain insisted, telling you it is his greatest honor to be your personal guard.
The boat pushes forward and you tilt your head back slightly, enjoying the cool, crisp air. “It’s a beautiful day today isn’t it?”. Jungkook smiles this time, “Certainly, wangbi.”
You decide to leave the shrine late in the afternoon as Jungkook wasn’t able to bring a lamp with him. The sky is becoming a lovely purple, and as the captain manages to safely bring you both back across the river, you make your final request of the day from him. “Why don’t we sit here a while longer? Enjoy the sunset perhaps?” You’re already patting the grass beside you, leaving Jungkook no choice.
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Jungkook finally gathers up the courage to ask you this time, “How about you, Mama? Are you alright?” Jungkook doesn’t know what kind of response to expect but he hopes that you will be able to recognize the true depth of his sudden inquiry.
You don’t answer at first. It seemed as if you were trying to gather your thoughts before you reply. “I’m alright,” you retort with a smile. There it is again – the ingenuine grin. “Taehyung had just visited me yesterday to recommend meals I could have prepared that will give me and the baby enough nutrition.”
Right, you were also pregnant. He almost forgot that for a moment. That was another reason he couldn’t sleep at night – could he possibly be a fath-
“How I wish my child’s father was still here to witness him or her grow up.”
Oh. Right. Jungkook chokes back a sob.
This was only one of the many times he’d realized he’d been a fool all along, but this realization had been the most painful yet.
Just as if on cue, Jungkook feels something cold hit his cheek from above. There’s a grey cloud reigning over them, like it’s giving a warning signal of the storm that’s about to come.
He turns to you, worry apparent in his features once more. “Mama, we have to go back!” Just then, there’s a downpour of water, evidently drenching you both. He extends his arm out, even offering you a ride back home on his back. You stand up on your own though, but you don’t take his hand, nor did you follow him back to the palace.
“Mama?”
“Let’s stay for a little while longer.”
“But you might catch a cold, mama.”
“Since when was a cold fatal?” The smile on your face is almost devilish and Jungkook finds himself powerless to say no. “Come on!” you urge, clapping excitedly. “When was the last time you played under the rain?”
“When I was a kid?”
“All the more reason to have fun then!”
The last time he purposefully stayed under the rain was with you, and he promised himself that he would never do it again if you weren’t going to be with him.
You were both young and your rendezvous at the southern forest were nothing short of cherished moments. There were days when the downpour was ultimately unavoidable, especially when you’re playing in the middle of the forest. Rain hadn’t stopped you both from meeting nonetheless. There were also days when he just waited at your designated meeting place, only accompanied by the angry clouds while his body shivered from the cold.
When the years had passed by, Jungkook didn’t find anything enjoyable with staying under the rain so he stayed indoors most of the time, unless it was part of his official duties. Besides, everything else seemed to lose its purpose if you weren’t in it.
Life for him was a storm he was waiting to pass, but since he’d met you that day in the forest all muddy, he learned that life was about learning how to dance in the rain. Ironically enough, you were also the sun that brought light to his life, providing him with enough energy to last for centuries.
You feel something by your feet, prompting you to jump into Jungkook’s arms in fright. The captain gets surprised by your actions, causing him to almost lose his footing. Jungkook looks down to see any damage and sees a brown slimy creature camouflaging with the grass, “Mama, it’s just a frog…”
You frown adorably, giving him a hard time with an irresistible pout. How he wishes he could just kiss you right now. “I’m not particularly fond of these creatures…” You gasp when another one croaks, tightening your grip around the captain’s arms. Jungkook’s mouth twitches in silent celebration at your touch. He may or may not have flexed his muscles too on purpose – but that was most likely a primary instinct when the woman of your dreams encourages physical contact, albeit subconsciously.
Jungkook’s jubilation is cut short when more frogs start to appear out of nowhere, causing you to squeeze even tighter, your grip bordering on pain. For some unknown, you’ve managed to latch on his back with your constant avoidance of the tiny, slimy creatures. “Jung!” you shout, now relentlessly slapping his arm; Jungkook huffs - so much for his fantasies. “We have to get out of here Jungkook!!”
The quick-witted captain crouches low enough, telling you to jump on his back. He didn’t need to actually tell you though, because the moment he’d turned around you already had your hands hooked over his shoulders, trying to get him to hurry. Because of all the movements and the noise, the frogs share the same level of alarm as you – one even manages to fasten itself on your shoe. You flail your foot about, subsequently making it fly about a few feet away and thus, making Jungkook burst into laughter.
He remembers the time he’d surprised you with a frog inside a box in front of the whole class, and now you’d managed to get a whole army of frogs chasing you both. It was a living nightmare – for you at least, Jungkook on the contrary though, is positive that he’s having the time of his life watching frogs terrify you.
Just as expected, Jungkook loses his breath from laughter, setting you down gently as you go over the slope. You’re a little bit too hesitant to let go though, that even when Jungkook has turned to face you, you’re still clinging onto his jeogori as if your life depended on it. It’s a relief when he hears you giggle in his chest, assuring him that you were no longer frightened.  
Only silence remained as the laughter dies down. There’s the muted croaking of the frogs in the distance, but other than that, you’re left standing in his arms, quiet as ever. “Is it alright if I hold you like this for a while?”
Your sudden request throws the captain off guard. He’s powerless to say no, not when this is the moment he’d been waiting and imagining for years. “Can we just stay like this for a moment longer, Mama?” His voice almost breaks, pleading at the least.
“Of course, Jungkook.”
It seems like a hug is what you both just need.  
Just as the rain pours over them, Jungkook feels his own tears rolling down hotly against his cheeks, contrasting the cold droplets of rainwater. His heart hurts. He’s crying.
Actually, you both are.
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You find Yoongi lounging extremely close by the doors of your hanok two days later.
The proximity of the southern king startles you and as a gust of wind blows by, some of his bright yellowish hair fly straight into your mouth, “Yoongi!” He fumbles as he pushes his hair back over his shoulder. “Apologies my queen.” There are at least two strands left in your face and Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to reach out his hand, taking out the strands with such tenderness, shivering when you feel the cold pads of his fingers against your cheek.
It takes you a moment before you realize what’s happening and you pull away, turning on your heel. “What are you doing here anyways?” you ask, sliding your doors close. You’re meant to wake a lot earlier than you did today and if you don’t hurry, you might just miss your music class with the village kids.
Yoongi hurries after you, trying to keep up with your pace, “I was…um…wondering if I could come to your class today?”
“You?” you think out loud, not sparing him a glance. You don’t put much thought to it with your haste to make it in time, and you tell him he’s free to do whatever he wants. He doesn’t say anything else after that, so you quicken your pace towards the palace gardens.
You reach the reserved spot in no time, with the children already settled in, chatting and playing among themselves. Just as you’d requested the night prior, your gayageum has been assembled just underneath the oak tree.
“Jungjeon-mama, who is that ahjussi behind you?” Turning to see who the child was pertaining to, you come to see Yoongi standing behind you, seemingly offended at how he’d been perceived to be way older than he actually is.
“Ahjussi?!” Yoongi exclaims, face twisted into a grimace, “Who are you calling ahjussi, kid?”
The children are taken aback by the tone of his voice, unaware that he hadn’t taken any offense with the child’s question. The poor boy’s lips quiver in fear. You give the southern king a quick glare before calling the boy over and letting him sit on your lap. While Yoongi approaches the both of you with a softened gaze, the boy nuzzles his head by the crook of your neck, murmuring his fright over the man’s temper.
“Hey little bud,” Yoongi crouches, tapping the boy’s shoulder twice to get the latter to face him. The boy peeks slowly from your neck, eyeing the blonde-haired man warily. “I’m sorry about earlier son. I was just surprised because no one had ever called me that –“
He wasn’t actually going to explain it is he? You clear your throat, interrupting him. Yoongi’s mouth presses into a thin line.
“Right. Say, could you tell me your name?”
“It’s Jinseo.”
“Hello, Jinseo. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Yoongi. Could I make it up to you by playing a song?”
Jinseo paused, head titled slightly to the right as if in deep thought. “It isn’t mine to give you permission. You should ask Mama,” he says smartly, pointing at you. Kids are getting smarter these days.
“Jungjeon-mama?” Yoongi asks with an expectant look. With the other children following suit, you are left with no other choice but to say yes. Reluctantly, you lift yourself up together with Jinseo and taking a spot next to the other children.
“Let me just try to…” Yoongi adjusts himself on the seat, plucking the strings in an uncoordinated manner, “remember…” All of a sudden, he claps like he’d just produced gold from thin air, startling everyone around. “I got it! I got it now, don’t worry.”
You and Jinseo share a look.
If there was any discipline of the arts you could take pride for in yourself, it would have been music. Your father, King Daesin of the south, aside from occasionally practicing medicine, also had the ear for music. He had taught you how to play the gayageum, an instrument you’ve been acquainted with for as long as you could remember. Because of fair years of playing, you could freely boast to anyone that you’re quite exceptional at it, but now with Yoongi and his hands on your beloved instrument... Yoongi was tremendously better at it than you probably ever will be.
A smile creeps onto your face when you realize his acting earlier, pretending to be a beginner with the instrument when he could totally be mistaken for a musical prodigy. What a humble bragger. Yoongi had his eyes closed, pouring his emotion and soul onto the instrument, and even without having to enunciate lyrics to get the message across, it was clear to everyone that the song conveyed sadness in all forms. Each vibration of the string – every sound it made spoke in volumes, moving everyone present in class. By the time he’d finished, all the children were as silent as mice, rigid as statues. This was the first time you’ve seen them all well-behaved.
It also dawns on you that this was the first time any of you were deeply moved by music.
The rest of the class stay silent moments later, all in deep contemplation despite the differences in your ages. From your side, you hear a child sigh to the girl in front of her, “I came to class happy this morning. Now I’m sad.” All of a sudden, Jinseo scrambles out of your lap and rushes to Yoongi, hugging the older man’s side in an awkward manner. Yoongi is caught off guard by the gesture, patting the little boy’s head in a similarly awkward manner.
“Ahjussi,” Jinseo calls once more, maintaining his hold on Yoongi’s waist. The southern king heaves a deep sigh, knowing he’s going to have to deal with that a lot longer than he intended to be. “Why are you sad? You played sad music for us. Now we’re all sad too.” Yoongi is rendered speechless and looks at you with wide eyes, seeking for your help. “Uh...Jinseo, why don’t you ask your Yoongi-hyungnim to play us a happy song then?”
“A happy song!” Sheepishly, Yoongi cheers, clapping his hands in an attempt to get everyone back in high spirits. Thankfully, the children seem to enjoy the idea, so they goad the ahjussi on, wanting to see if he’s just as talented with cheery songs as he is with sorrowful ones.
With a small smile, Yoongi mouths a ‘thank you’ in your direction before placing his hands on the gayageum once more.
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“Thank you for saving me a few times earlier during your class,” the southern king says, leaning towards you while he mimics your movements as you wave goodbye to the children. “You haven’t had much experience with children, haven’t you?” you raise a brow at him while a laugh escapes your lips.
“I’m afraid I don’t,” Yoongi replies, chuckling to himself.
“It’s good practice though, what you did earlier. One day, you’re going to be a father as well.”
Yoongi eyes you slowly from the side, checking if you realize the gravity of your words. His eyes lower down to your stomach, imagining if the baby growing inside of it was his own blood. Perhaps it was? Perhaps it wasn’t?
He’d been especially concerned about your well-being since last week when shocking news had been continuously delivered right to your arms. He wanted to approach you badly during those rough days, but you were far too pre-occupied to even spare him a second glance. The young king wonders how much of a difficulty it might be for you, but all he wanted was to show you that he was willing to support you in any way that he can.
Yoongi sees Hoseok approach with the jumeoni he’d personally prepared early in the morning. He sees his brother trail not far behind, studying the silk bag in Hoseok’s hands. The southern king had been nervous since last night, continuously practicing his lines to the point where he’s not sure why he’s doing it in the first place. It’s now or never.
“Jungjeon-mama?”
Yoongi winces inwardly as he hears his own voice wavering. Heavens. Why was he so nervous around you? You turn to him with a warm smile. Ah yes – that’s why.
“May I invite you for a walk?” The southern king asks as he beckons his general over who hands him the silk bag. “And lunch perhaps?”
You pause for a moment, recalling your thoughts if you had anything else planned after your music class with the children. Yoongi tries hard to not show too much excitement when he hears your yes. Extending his arm out, he motions for you to walk with him. He feels Jungkook follow you both, and he leans to your side a little, whispering, “I was wondering if we could perhaps…go alone?”
You look at him, as if studying his facial expressions. Turning around, you tell Jungkook to stay put. The captain’s eyes dart back and forth, giving his own older brother a steely gaze before nodding his head and bowing to you. “Don’t worry captain. I’ll scream loudly if anything bad happens,” you tell him as a reassurance.
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“In all seriousness, Mama…” Yoongi says, putting on a stern face, even though you are both experiencing clear difficulty with keeping a straight face after hearing Yoongi’s stories. “…do I seriously look like an ahjussi to you?”  
You place a hand over your mouth, ineffectively hiding your giggles. Yoongi grimaces, clutching his chest to express his hurt over your reaction. “We can’t blame the kids though. And besides, Jinseo had a valid point.” The young king gives you a playful glare.
Yoongi had been expressing his sentiments over the whole ‘ahjussi’ situation earlier, arguing that he didn’t have enough wrinkles on his face to be even considered one. In Jinseo’s earlier defense though, he stated that only old people had white hair, and if he wasn’t old – why would he even have white hair in the first place. To which, of course, an agitated Yoongi replies: “It’s not white. It’s yellow…ish. And it’s bleach! It’s something I discovered during an overseas travel! A lot of people have this kind of hair color…”
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“How are you feeling? Is your pregnancy going well?”
“How did you know about my pregnancy?” Yoongi shrugs as he replies, “Walls are never thick enough to hide news like that.” “Oh.” ‘Oh’ is an appropriate reaction, Yoongi reckons, as he’s had the same sort of response when he’d heard of the news.
“Well, for one, our royal physician Taehyung had scheduled regular visits to keep my condition in check. So there’s that. He advises that as long as keep a stress-free environment, my pregnancy will be just fine.”
Using your chopsticks, you fiddle with the mandu he’s made hours prior, deep in thought as you stare into the distance.
Yoongi hopes that the apparent death of your husband isn’t conducive of stress of a stress-free environment. He makes an inward scoff – as if that’s most likely going to happen. If he’s already thorned by occurrences that seem insignificant to those of the capitol’s then he could only imagine the sort of struggle you have to go through, especially when the backbone of your government is composed of vile men who are strongly displeased by the thought of having a woman on the throne.
The young man lies on his back, stretching out his legs to get rid of the tingling on his soles due to their prolonged sitting. With a long exhale, he closes his eyes, letting his thoughts drift along with the steady breeze.
He knows he’s neglecting his duties as the king of the south by prolonging his stay here, but Seokjin’s death won't settle with him nicely. He has to get to the bottom of this. Even if he’s still holding a grudge against Seokjin for taking you away from the south (and had even secretly wished him dead at some point) he could never plunge a sword to another king, much more to the same one who had taken care of the woman he wanted to call his wife.
He hears rustling from your side, and Yoongi opens his eyes a little to check on you. He watches you clean the bowls and reorganize them back onto the bag he’d brought. You slowly start to turn to face him and Yoongi quickly shuts his eyes, solely relying on his other sense to figure out what’s happening.
“Oh? You must’ve fallen asleep huh?” Yoongi hears more rustling around. “Maybe you could still listen to me even during slumber…” You inhale deeply, “You know…Seokjin was always good with children.”
Yes. Of course, speaking of the spirit.
“Jinseo was one of his favorite students. Jinseo was actually really shy and quiet at first – yet for some inexplicable reason, Seokjin had successfully helped him to come out of his shell and the little boy has been brighter since. Seokjin was always so playful yet so gentle at the same time that whenever he’d visit our classes the children would go crazy over him.”
Well, that’s nice to hear, especially when he’d made a particularly bad first impression with the children earlier.
There’s momentary silence. Yoongi hears a sniff – and a shaky exhale afterwards.
“I miss him Yoongi.” Another sniff. “I miss him so much that it hurts every day. Everything reminds me of him.” The sound of your silent crying rings throughout his ears, yet he can't bring himself to get up and wipe them away, fearing it might cause you to stop pouring your heart out.
Mourning was part of healing. You’d feel lighter after crying. At least that’s what he’d learned from having lost his mother too.
At the same time, Yoongi feels his chest constrict at your words. While you pour your fears out to his sleeping form, he struggles with maintaining a stoic face to keep his act up. His empathy is fighting to register in his features, and when he can no longer hold it in, he turns his back to you, swallowing back his emotions that threaten to pour out after years of hiding.
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“Jeonha, I can't seem to find any sign of him anywhere.”
Hoseok slowly and carefully gets back up from his crouching position, groaning in relief as he hears his joints cracking as he twists his torso from side to side. Yoongi does the same, shaking his legs one at a time to get rid of the numbness.
It’s been a few hours since they’ve arrived and Yoongi is getting more hopeless with every passing moment. They have searched everywhere for anything – any sign that he’s still alive.
He’d promised you he’d find your husband and bring him back. Even though you hadn’t exactly heard the silent vow of the southern king, he was a man of his word and he’ll be sure to do everything in his capacity to do it.
Yoongi couldn’t even find the reason why he was going to do it or why he should do it in the first place – whether it be for his own peace of mind, for your happiness, or for the future of the country.
He knew they’d left Seokjin that night and the chances that his fellow ruler was still alive was almost slim to none. He knows that trying to look for a clue and actually succeeding was going to be a long shot, especially when it has already been quite some time Yoongi had returned this morning to make sure but after hours of looking, the place was clean and empty, thus pushing down that gut feeling that maybe, just maybe, your husband was still alive.
Else he’d be forced to prolong his stay and resort to more meddling to protect you from harm.
They’ve already gone through this area, Yoongi thinks, recognizing the same stump he’d seen earlier. He settles himself on the tree remainder and picks up a fallen leaf. Just then, something glimmers from the ground and the curious king bends over once more, picking it up. It’s a bracelet.
Yoongi scoffs to himself: an even more shocking discovery. It’s not just any bracelet – it’s the kind of bracelet only royals can have. And if that isn’t the most astounding part of it yet, etched in the gold pendant is the emblem of the south.
Besides you, there could only be one other person who’d be wearing the same. If he’s still alive that is.
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The man’s wife places a comforting hand on her husband’s shoulder, massaging them gently to ease the tension on his muscles. She’s never seen him his distraught since…since they left their previous home. Eunkyung is unsure how to give her husband the least solace, not when the circumstances only allow them to hope for the best.
For a moment, they stay like that, quiet and observant. In fact, they had been for almost a full moon, just watching the man they had taken into their home. The man had been looking for firewood that early morning, and he’d found this severely wounded man barely alive in the woods.
He’d carried the man on his back and hurried back home, his initial quest and the pains that came with old age completely forgotten. He had closed off one of his rooms reserved for his patients to tend to this not-so-stranger and had let his wife tend to his other patients while he carefully worked this man back to life for weeks.
“Do you think he will still wake?”
The man is unable to answer promptly as he tenderly takes the sick man’s hand in his and says a short prayer to his ancestors, as well as incorporating a lesson he’d learned back when he was still an apprentice – that human touch was an integral part of the art of medicinal healing.
The physician faces his wife and pulls her closer, likewise placing her hand on top of his and letting her join in his silent prayer. His thumb runs over the ring on the man’s finger, remembering a similar one of his own possession quite a few years back.
“He will. That is what I believe and that is what we are also praying for,” the man replies, checking the temperature of the cloth he’d laid on his patient’s forehead. It’s warm when he takes it, and he makes a mental note to cite this observation in his notes.
“Daesin,” Eunkyung calls, touching her husband’s now bare wrists, “your bracelet…where is it?”
The man sighs heavily, deflated as he rests his weight on his calves. “I…I don’t know, really. I must have lost it when I carried him home.”
It was the only thing reminding him of his past, of you, especially. Now it’s gone – but it really doesn’t matter anymore, not when something, or someone else rather had come into his life so easily. His patient was far more important than any bracelet that proved his previous rule over the southern city.
“I really hope he will get better soon.”
“He has to,” Daesin reiterates, hoping they’d eventually come true, “He has to get better because he’s my son-in-law.”
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1a-imagines · 4 years
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An uncanny pair
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Characters: wolf!Bakugo
Overview: After saving a dying wolf you made an unlikely friend, but how much will it cost you in the end?
Warnings: Mentions of blood.
A/n: i for real finished writing this whole thing and my brain was like. "Ok but, this concept would've been a better-" BUT I ALREAdY WROTE IT NOW U DUMBASS.
Smh
Anyway pls enjoy :>
"Don't you go too far into the woods, misses!" The old lady scolded you, she may be short but she also knew how intimidating. She was glaring at you with intense amber eyes, her lips pulled into a deep frown. You’d be a fool not to listen to her warning. Not to mention, you had seen her wrath first hand.
That poor thief… he did not see the old lady coming. You still recalled the day the thief entered her shop, with a shiver, he could never have known that this little old lady held immense power. You didn’t even understand why your town bothered knights and hunters, she seemed to be stronger than all of them combined.
“Yes Ma’am!” you saluted in a silly manner and the old lady hit your ankles with her cane. You let out a grunt and brought up your leg to rub the now red patch of skin on your foot with a frown. “At least you know how to show your elders some respect. Remember to be back before dark or else the whole town will panic and send out a search party. I don’t want to deal with that kind of headache.” The old lady continued to lecture you as you adjusted the bag by your side. You had to hold back the need to roll your eyes at her exaggeration, You didn’t even cause that much trouble!
“What would make you think that? I hold no importance here! Besides it’s only a 40 minute walk to the next town, I’ll be fine..” You shot back.
The town you were going to was much bigger than your own and therefore had a better range of supplies she only needed to buy some ingredients for dinner tonight. Her friends were coming to visit and she wanted to prepare something nice for them. “Perhaps not, but you’re friends with those two knights? Are you not? You know if you don't return before dark they’ll worry and bother all their fellow knight friends to go searching for you.”
You hummed at her reply, Izuku and Iida did tend to worry a bit too much. Uraraka would be sure to panic too. You recalled the first time they panicked and sent out a whole search party when you hadn’t returned before sunset. You had fallen down a small hill and twisted your ankle, so maybe you should feel lucky to have friends who cared about you so much? Otherwise, you would have been there for- who knows how long?
“I promise I’ll be back before dark, you don’t have to worry. I make this journey almost every week and nothing bad ever happens.” She reassured the little old lady who let out a sigh of exhaustion. “I’ll be holding you to that young lady- now run along.” She shooed you away and you smiled, sending her a wave.
You were thankful she took it upon herself to watch out and care for you. You lived alone in a cottage at the edge of town, You were very secluded and had no family to look out for you. That little old lady was the only person you had, and despite her slightly strict rules, and tough love, you appreciated and loved her as if she were your own grandmother.
You smiled as the edge of the forest came into view. There was something so great about being able to escape the town for a while and have some peace. Some might find it strange you enjoyed the forests so much, especially with all the monsters and danger that could be lurking about. Usually, monsters only came out at night, so you didn’t feel unsafe or anything, besides, you were pretty good at combat so you were confident you’d hold up well in a fight.
Still, most people preferred the comfort of the town. It had security, protection, there weren’t many things to worry about when in the town. There was food on your table and knights guarding your home to keep you safe.
But sometimes it got a bit suffocating. You liked to go on adventures, to feel free and see new things. Not to say you didn’t like your town. It was nice, everyone was like a big family, even if you lived alone you had many others who cared for you, who you could rely on. You felt pretty lucky to be a part of that town.
The forest was just a secret pleasure you liked escaping to every now and then.
You silently enjoyed your nature walk, keeping to the path as you indulge in the chirping of birds and the rustling of the trees. There was a gentle breeze, it was cool against your skin. Which was much appreciated since the sun was shining bright today.
It didn’t take much longer to get to the town.
Despite arriving early morning you ended up staying most of the day, looking around at all the expensive things you could only dream of buying, You greedily eyed down all of the delicious baked goods and foods the town had to offer, they made your stomach rumble and your mouth drool but you had only brought enough money for the ingredients you needed so you were left to silently drool.
Eventually, you tore yourself away from window shopping and gathered all the ingredients you needed for the dinner tonight.
You took one last stroll around the town, admiring how much bigger it was than your own, how the houses looked a lot more sturdy, how the streets were busy with people rushing around as if they have somewhere important to be. It was a completely different world to your own and you weren’t sure you would ever get used to it, no matter how many times you visited this place.
When you noticed the sun was getting closer to the mountain tops over the horizon you figured it was time to go home, you didn’t want to anger your granny by being late, especially not after her warnings.
As you walked back through the forest you noticed the air was a lot more chilly that this morning, there were no birds this time and the cold made you tighten your cloak around you. Nevertheless, you enjoyed the serenity all the same.
That was, until your peaceful walk was interrupted by a loud cry.
Not a human cry, but something else.
Your footsteps halted as you looked around for the source of the noise. You couldn’t see anything. It was silent for a while but you didn’t feel comfortable walking away, whatever it was, it sounded like it was in a lot of pain.
A few minutes later another cry sounded out and you were able to follow the general direction it was coming from. You followed the sound away from the footpath, your kind-hearted nature wouldn’t allow you to walk away, or maybe it was just curiosity? Either way, you went to investigate. You scanned through the trees until you eventually saw a patch of blood on the grass floor. Your lips parted as you gasped, the trail of blood led into a group of bushes. You bit your lip.
It seemed suspicious.
Luckily you had remembered your pocket knife. Your hand hovered over the knife on your belt as you followed the blood. You walked through the greenery, shuffling through the bushes, and on the other side found yourself at the bottom of a cliff, bushes surrounded the area keeping it closed off and a singular tree stood to the right.
You gasped again upon seeing a wolf under the tree. Its ash-blond fur was matted with spots of blood, it was laying on its side, panting, it’s eyes were shut so it mustn’t have noticed you yet.
It looked weak, clearly badly injured. You could tell the damage was coming from it’s, right, back leg. You could see the blood was still pouring out of the would and creating a pool under its body. Had it stepped into a trap? Hunters often set those so they could gather wolf pelts, though if that was the case he would still be trapped, right? Maybe it had gotten into a fight? Or maybe hunters had found it wandering about and attacked?
You shook your head.
Now was not the time to be pondering on the possibilities. The poor thing was in a lot of pain. If you didn’t stop the bleeding then it could die!
However, wolves are dangerous creatures… especially when they’re dying and in a lot of pain. You cautiously took a step forward but upon making your movement its red eyes shot open. They landed on you and you were met with a very threatening, warning growl. Even if you knew there was no way it was in any condition to get up and attack you, it’s deep growl made your heart jump into your throat. Your hands began to shake but you forced yourself to calm down. You stopped walking forward and held up your hands to show you were of no threat. “It’s ok... I just want to help.”
‘Why am I speaking to a wolf like it can understand me?’ you sighed at your idiocy but to your surprise; the growling stopped.
Those piercing red eyes stayed on you, cutting into your soul with a deadly glare. The poor thing looked so weak and yet it was still trying to be threatening. Obviously it did not trust you. You noticed its eyes moved down to your belt and upon seeing your knife it growled again. You unclipped it from your belt and did the stupidest thing you’ve probably done in your whole life.
You threw it away, out of reach.
The wolf’s hardened gaze was still fixated on you but it noticeably relaxed a little seeing you unarmed now. You slowly approached and with no more growling or warnings from the wolf you kneeled down beside it.
The closer you got the more you could see just how hurt it was. Maybe it was a fight after all?
The wound was deep but it wasn’t in a vital area, which made this a lot easier on you. All you had to do was clean it and bandage it up. It looked like a stab wound, maybe it was hunters after all?
You leaned over and reached into your bag, grabbing the flask of water you carried with you. You realised you didn’t have any spare cloth and sighed. You took off your cloak and gently poured some water from your flask onto a corner part of it. You could still feel the wolf's intense gaze on you, watching to see what you were doing. It made you gulp, knowing that if you made any wrong move it would without a doubt attack you. You were close enough for it to take a good chunk out of your arm now.
You turned to meet it’s red eyes. “This will hurt a bit, I’m going to clean it, please don’t kill me-” You pleaded, not sure if it would lash out at you for causing it more pain by touching its wound- even if you were just trying to help it might not understand that.
You turned to the wound, it seemed to be the only wound it had, it looked really dirty,  if you didn’t do this it would get infected.
You swallowed your fear and lightly pressed the cloth onto the wound.
The wolf growled at the pain after feeling the pressure onto its open wound. You waited until it relaxed a bit and pressed the cloth down again, only applying a gentle pressure as you to get rid of all the dirt, trying not to hurt it more. You were surprised it was being so obedient. It wasn’t making any moves to attack you, it just lay there, glaring at you and letting out the odd sigh or growl of pain. Maybe it realised that you were no threat after all?
Once you were satisfied that the wound was clean and wouldn’t get infected you realised you’d have to use something to bandage it with so it didn’t keep losing blood. You looked down at your cloak, part of it already bloodied, and sighed.
You began to rip up the fabric, for once you felt glad that you were poor and unable to afford fancy, non-flimsy materials, it made ripping it up a lot easier on you.
You ripped up the non dirty corner of your cloak and cautiously wrapped the fabric around it’s leg, making sure it was tight enough to hold the blood in. You sat back on your knees, taking in how the wolf lay there, still unable to stand.
You pressed your lips in a thin line. There was no way it would be able to walk back to it’s pack in this condition.
Your eyes lit up as you remembered the food you had bought from town. You reached back over for the bag and pulled out some raw meat you had intended to cook up for the dinner but- well... This was more important. You unwrapped the meat from the bag, and the wolf's nose twitched at the smell of food. It looked over to you, its eyes no longer glaring but rather staring at the food with a longing look. It must be starving.
You chuckled at its expression and placed the meat down next to its head. “Here you go, you can have it.” you smiled and watched as the wolf greedily ate up your offering of food. As it ate the raw meat you reached back for the flask of water. You had no bowl to put it in for the wolf to drink up so you decided you’d have to help hydrate it yourself. This would help give it the strength it needed to get back home.
After it finished devouring the meat you held up the flask. “It’s water, you lost a lot of blood so you need to drink it all up!” You told it, the wolf huffed but in its weak state it could only comply. You slowly poured the water down and it lapped up whatever it could. Once it emptied you placed everything back into your bag, even your ruiner coak which you would have to throw away now.
You got comfy, you didn’t want to leave it here alone in case something came out and took advantage of it’s weakened state.
You had to admit, you were a bit prideful of yourself. Seeing that the wolf was already looking much better than when you had found it made you feel really good. You were actually able to help save its life and it made your heart swell with joy.
Now that the worry of the wolf bleeding out and dying had gone the situation had become a lot clearer to you. You were actually sitting in front of a wolf, feeding it, taking care of it- they were one of the most aggressive creatures around these forests- Well at least to humans. Not that you could blame them, hunters often tried killing and capturing them, so of course they’d want to attack humans, they probably had no trust in your kind.
Oh boy, if your town could see you now they’d call you crazy for approaching a wolf. In fact, if they saw the wolf here they’d no doubt capture and kill it. You didn’t agree with that mindset, maybe it made you weak but you’d rather be weak than be a monster. You found wolves to be wonderful creatures, from what you knew they were very intelligent and loyal animals. You didn’t want to harm them, in fact, you always liked the idea of having a pet wolf.
You were lost in thought for so long you barely even realised when the wolf began slowly pushing itself up, wobbling in the process since it could only use three of its legs. When you noticed it limping away towards the bushes it had no doubt came from you shot up from the ground. “Wait! You’re still hurt, you should rest-” A growl cut you off, the wolves eyes glaring at you as if you had just threatened it. You tensed up for a second, you thought it might attack you but when it turned around and limped away again you sighed in relief.
“Get home safe!” You smiled, you knew it heard you as its ear twitched at your words but it didn’t stop to look back at you and eventually it disappeared into the trees.
You looked back at the puddle of blood it had left behind and exhaled through your nose.
Being near a wolf for more than 5 seconds and not dying? You were probably the first and only human to achieve that.
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Despite the lack of meat in the dish the dinner with your friends had gone pretty well. Luckily you had bought all those herbs and spices, it really helped to keep it from being too bland. Not to mention spending quality time with those three was always a treat!
Luckily You had managed to make it back before the moon showed up, which meant you had avoided any and all lectures from the townspeople.
Last night when you had returned home you noticed that some blood had gotten onto your clothes from when you were tending to the wolf, you were lucky enough that no one had seen you come back from your trip, or else they would have most definitely questioned why you had blood stains all over you.
Currently, you were on your way to the creeks to wash the stains out. You had made sure to keep out of sight again to avoid any suspicion. When you eventually got to the lake you knelt down beside the water, rolling up your sleeves and began cleaning your dirty clothes. Even with the use of soap, the stains were taking a long time to rub out. Then again, you had never gotten blood stains on your clothes. Maybe you’d have to throw these out? Maybe you just needed to let them soak in the water for a while?
You sighed, your arms aching from the gruelling task. You really didn’t want to throw these out! The thought of having to save up and buy new clothes only made you scrub harder. Especially when there was nothing wrong with these ones- well, minus the blood stains.
You were so busy wrestling with the stains and grumbling to yourself that you didn’t notice the figure approaching you.
You heard a huff come from behind you and whipped around in fright, though that soon disappeared when your eyes landed on the wolf from yesterday, it was sitting directly behind you, red eyes staring into your own with annoyance. Its leg was miraculously all healed up, not even a scar was left in its wake. Which seemed impossible to you but you were glad it was doing better.
“Oh, it’s you again. What are you doing here? Isn’t it dangerous to be so close to a town full of humans?” You questioned, and the wolf trudged forward, you noticed it had something in its mouth. The wolf placed the cloth from your cloak onto the ground in front of you, the same cloth you had torn up and used to stop the bleeding on its leg yesterday. It sat back again and watched your reaction.
You breathed out in awe, it was almost like the wolf was trying to show you gratitude. Either it was a very smart wolf or…
You picked up the cloth, it was coated in bloodstains, of course, you had no use for these anymore, they were ruined and you had already thrown that cloak away but the gesture was enough to make these ruined rags hold so much meaning. Your hand clenched around the material and you smiled softly, it was incredible it had come back just for this. You had been sure you’d never see the wolf again. “Thank you.”
You finally spoke and the wolf turned its head away with a huff. Wolves were a very prideful bunch from what little you knew about them, so it was no doubt that this had probably taken a lot for him to do. To swallow his pride and come thank the human who had saved his life.
You turned back to your clothes and the wolf came and sat beside you, watching you as you cleaned. You felt powerful to have a wolf obediently sitting by your side, not that'd you admit it outloud, but you had always wanted a pet. “Are you sure you should stay here… it’s dangerous for your kind.” You spoke, glancing over at the wolf in time to see him growl in protest.
Looks like he was staying for a while.
You smiled and happily sat in silence with the wolf. You took note of the way it’s tail slightly swayed behind it. You giggled at the sign of contentment from it. Had you really created a bond with a wolf of all things? It seemed so far fetched and yet here you were.
Your eyes widened as you recalled your previous thoughts about the wolf. Curiosity got the better of you and without thinking you blurted out. “Are you a werewolf?”
The wolf tensed for a split second, but it's shock was soon replaced with a glare at you. You didn’t feel very threatened, it didn’t seem like it was going to hurt you or that it was really mad at you for your question.
You held up your hands, in the same way, you had done when you first encountered the injured wolf. “I-I Don’t mind if you are!!” You defended yourself, though it didn’t seem to believe you.
Humans were known for holding a deep hatred for werewolves. Though the way you were looking at him told him that you were being honest with him. You had also saved his life yesterday so he really had no reason not to believe you.
He sighed through his nose.
Your eyes widened as the fur on its body began to disappear, its features slowly becoming more human-like, though his ears, tail and teeth stayed the same. Luckily when he transformed he was wearing clothes. You might have died on the spot if he had been naked.
“You’re smarter than you look.” He grumbled, he looked slightly irritated as you stared at him in awe. Meeting a wolf was one thing but a werewolf!? You had only ever heard of them! Honestly? you were sure they were just myths! But now there was one sitting in front of you!
“Wow!” You gaped. Your eyes trailed up to his ears, they twitched atop of his head, his tail still absentmindedly swaying behind him. You suppressed a sequel, it was adorable- even with his piercing red eyes glaring at you.
He caught you gushing over his features and a grumble escaped his lips. As soon as he felt his cheeks heating up he turned his face away from you. "Dumbass human…" he grumbled under his breath, covering his embarrassment with annoyance. Why the hell did his cheeks suddenly feel so hot anyway!?
You sat back, scooching closer to him as your curiosity peaked, this was like a once in a lifetime opportunity to meet a werewolf. You were still taking it all in. You had to stop yourself from reaching up and petting his big fluffy ears!
“So- is your leg doing ok?” You tilted your head, though your eyes were currently following his swishing tail.
“Yeah, I got it healed when I returned back to my pack.” He told you, pausing for a second as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his green jacket. You wanted to ask how it healed so quickly? That should be impossible? Did wolves have some sort of sacred healing techniques or did their race naturally heal fast? Werewolves were said to be much stronger than humans, maybe their bodies were able to heal fast? You had so many questions but before you could ask them he spoke up again.
“Thank you..” He grumbled out, you could tell by his expression alone that this was hard for him to say. He looked annoyed, embarrassed, but mostly irritated. Wolves really were a prideful bunch after all. It must have been hard for him to have a human of all things see him in such a weak state let alone help him and then have to thank them in return.
This was actually the first time in his life he had tried so hard to swallow his pride. The reason being that, even if he didn’t want to admit it, you saved his life. If you hadn't shown up he would have no doubt died in that spot. So even if his ego was taking a hit, he still wanted to thank you. He hadn’t expected a human of all things to save his life. All night he had been thinking about you, you hadn’t changed his perspective on humans but you had changed his perspective on you.
When he first saw you he thought you were going to finish him off, but you proved him wrong.
“Don’t worry about it! I’d be a monster if I left you to die there.” You replied and he almost scoffed at you. You sounded so naive like you had no idea of what humans really did to his kind. “How did you get hurt in the first place?” You added.
“Humans.” Was his quick reply, but upon seeing your curious stare he sighed and added. “Hunters caught up with me, I was trying to gather food and the bastard came out of nowhere and one got a good hit on me with his sword. I managed to get away and hide, then you showed up.” He snarled, his eyes glaring at the lake.
The sudden change in mood scared you. He looked really pissed, but you knew that anger was not directed at you. It must have been pretty traumatic for him, he almost died all alone by a tree. It must have been scary to think he might die like that and never see his loved ones again. You assumed that his fear must have bundled up and turned into anger now that he's had a day to process the events.
“Oh.” You replied, you weren’t  sure what to say. You were a human too, would he really take comfort from the same kind that had tried to kill him yesterday? “I’m sorry.”
“You should be, you also caused a shit ton of problems for me!” He muttered bitterly and your jaw dropped open. Why was he suddenly blaming you!? Was this really coming from the same guy who was just thanking you for saving his life a second ago!? “What!? I helped you!”
“Yeah, then I went back to the pack reeking of human and wearing a cloth that also reeked of human. I had to listen to a mouth full from my shitty old lady.” Despite his words his tone lacked any real bite to it, it seemed like he was just trying to blame you for something so he could get a slither of his pride back. You rolled your eyes and ignored the comment. “Whatever, I’m just glad you’re still alive.”
Your words must have knocked him speechless because he didn’t reply. He watched you as you went back to scrubbing your clothes.
How could a human be so nice? It went against everything he knew about humans, all he knew was that they were greedy, murderers, So how come you weren’t? His eyes turned into slits as he glared at the ground. He didn’t understand you and it pissed him off. The only reason you were alive right now was that you had saved his life. You confused him so much, you made him wonder if you were just doing all of this to gain something? You made no sense in his eyes and it made him want to punch the first tree he could find.
He didn’t like feeling so conflicted.
He heard you groaning as you vigorously rubbed at the material in your hands. He rolled his eyes. "Idiot!! All you're doing is rubbing the stains in more! That's not how you get blood out!"
"Well then how do you get blood out!? I've never had this problem before!" You snapped back and threw the clothes back into the water.
The wolf came up to you, looking over your shoulder to inspect the damage.
You felt your heart stop, he was so close. You could feel his breath against your skin, he was almost pressed right up against your back, he smelled like burnt firewood. It was nice, you smiled as red danced across your cheeks.
"They're ruined."
You snapped from your thoughts, feeling embarrassed indulging in the proximity. "Huh?"
"You're clothes, they're ruined. For good."
"Oh… really?" You pouted, looking down at them with longing eyes. It was one of your favoured outfits and now they were wrecked. "Yeah, you shouldn't have rubbed the blood stains."
You let out a sigh and sat back, giving up on the garments and staring out at the beautiful lake. It connected to the ocean and left a salty smell in the air. It sparkled under the sun, if you were alone right now you might have gone for a swim.
"The hell do you look so sad for?? Just have someone in your town make more." He said.
"Yeah but that costs money, and I don't have much money."
The wolf stared at you with a clueless look. "M..money?" He questioned and you turned your head to him, your lips parting in shock. Did he not know what money was?
"Yeah… you know.. you use it to pay for things? Like clothes and food. You give money in exchange for peoples goods and services."
The wolf stared at you like you had just sprouted another head. He blinked, he didn't understand the concept. You were suddenly curious as to how his society worked. "How do wolves pay for things?"
He scoffed." We don't! As a pack we all have our designated jobs, we help and look out for each other. The only thing we ask in return is loyalty."
You smiled at his reply. "That sounds kinda nice actually." The wolf sat down next to you again and there was a moment of silence as you both listened to the calming sounds of running water. It felt like you two were the only ones in the world, for a moment you felt like you had no worries. It was so peaceful
“How did you find me?” You suddenly asked, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. He scoffed at your stupid question. “Idiot, wolves can track scents. I had your clothes so I knew what you smelled like. It just followed it! I also figured you lived in a nearby town since you had a bag full of food and shit with you yesterday. You also weren’t equipped like a traveler so it wasn’t hard to guess.” he replied, though he sounded irritated he had to explain something so obvious to you. Maybe he didn’t realise that humans weren’t as good at tracking as wolves were?
You nodded, humming in reply, “Wolves have good tracking skills... I don’t really know much about werewolves. I’ve never even seen one since all the hunters chase them away from our towns and stuff. To be honest, I thought you guys were just a myth." You chuckled but stopped when you saw his lip pull back into a snarl. Maybe it wasn’t smart to talk about hunters around him, it seemed to anger him. Though.. A lot seemed to anger him.
At least you weren’t one of them.
"They don't chase us away! We just want nothing to do with your kind!!" He snarled and you raised an eyebrow at him. "Then how come you came back to see me?"
He tensed, his teeth clenching as his cheeks tinted red. "You're different! You saved my fucking life! And I-" you could feel the irritation rolling off of him, though you weren’t sure what was riling him up so much.
"You what?"
You heard him growl, it wasn’t aimed at you, you could tell that much since his eyes were focused on the lake in front of you two.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you." He admitted through gritted teeth. His hands clenching in frustration. "You're the first human I've met who I didn't want to rip apart. The first, stupid, niave, human who actually showed kindess. You helped me, you saved my fucking life and I hate that I wanted to see you again so badly, I hate that I couldn't stop myself from coming here." He exhaled through his nose, trying to calm himself down. "I hate that I'm curious about you enough to want to get to know you."
Your lips parted in shock. He looked so conflicted about not hating you. He wanted to hate you, but you were the reason he was still breathing right now so how could he? You could have finished him off, he was helpless in that moment. Yet you decided to save him? He can’t hate you, no matter what your race is.
"Well… for the record, I wanted to see you again too." You smiled at him and he turned to you, it was now his turn to be shocked. "I mean- it's not everyday you get to have your very own wolf friend." You laughed.
He grumbled, something about you being naive again but you chose to keep ignoring his insults. "Don't get used to it… if we keep hanging around each other someone’s going to get hurt. If your town finds out then those hunters will try to kill me," he smirked. "Or I'll kill them first. But either way, it’ll only end badly. So this is the last time we'll see each other."
Your eyebrows knitted together. "Who cares about them! Those hunters always ruin everything. I won’t let them ruin this too! They have no part of this and if they want to try to get involved then they'll have to go through me first!" You huffed, clenching your hands in front of you. The wolf was surprised to hear you speaking about your own kind with such a bitter voice. You really were a weird human, he had never met anyone like you. You seemed to like him over your own people? Or at least you were willing to choose him over them. You seemed to disagree with what they did. He never would have guessed a human like you could exist. Once he got over his initial shock a smirk settled onto his lips. “You’re not so bad… for a human.”
You rolled your eyes. “Oh? Thanks.” You replied, not sure whether that was a compliment or an insult.
There was a small pause before the wolf beside you stood up. You panicked thinking he was going to leave but he walked towards the lake. “It’s too open here..”
“What?” You followed his suit and stood up.
He sighed in irritation before turning to you. “If you want to meet up again then it can’t be here. It’s too open.” A bright smile made its way to your face, your eyes lit up at the thought of being able to see him again and it made him grumble. You were way too happy over something so dumb...
“There’s always that forest spot we met in! It was pretty closed off! I don't think anyone would find us there.”
The wolf grinded his teeth together, It all felt so stupid. Why was he even agreeing to this! He was a wolf! You were a human! It felt so dumb to try and secretly meet up! For what reason were you two deciding to do this?! He only came to thank you so he could peacefully sleep at night without feeling guilty about not showing you gratitude, so he could keep his pride, so he could stop thinking of you every second of the damn day. Sure- it had only been one day since you saved him but he was quick to anger. Yet here he was, making plans to see you again, You, a human, a species he had grown up hating all his life. It was all so confusing to him, he didn’t understand why he was so drawn to you. But it pissed him off more than ever!
"Sure, whatever." So why was he still agreeing to all of this? Surely it was going to end badly, in fact there was no doubt it would.
"I'll bring food for you too! You said you were out hunting yesterday but you got hurt before you could find food right?" He did his best not to look at you, something about that stupid smile of yours made him feel funny. He didn't like it.
"Why the hell would you do that? I'm not weak you know! I can take care of myself!"
"Yeah, but is it so wrong to make sure my new friend is well fed? I can't imagine that hunting for food everyday is easy." You backfired and he shrugged. "It's not hard for me since I'm so good at it!"
"I'm still bringing food." You stood your ground, crossing your arms over your chest for extra emphasis that you weren't going to budge. The wolf groaned and threw his head back
"Whatever! Same time! Tomorrow! Don't be late cause I’m not going to wait for you!!" He yelled at you before turning and stomping off.
You ran after him, "Wait! I never got your name. My name is y/n! What's yours?"
His footsteps paused and he looked at you over his shoulder. "It's Bakugo."
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Do you have any hcs for the brothers seeing MC with hickeys, but it's not from them? I thought it would be pretty ~spicy~, thank you so much!
Hi nonnie :) Sound like fun 💜For the purposes of these hedacanons, I’m assuming that MC doesn’t kiss and tell - aka the brothers don’t know who the “perpetrator” of hickeys is. And writing these headcanons got even me curious about who MC’s lover is lmao
Lucifer:
Lucifer notices it accidentally - when MC reaches over to hand him some papers, the collar of her blouse moves ever so slightly, revealing a deep red mark just under her collarbone. He knows it is a love bite as soon as he sees it. 
Suddenly finds himself overcome with two emotions - anger & jealousy. Anger at whoever put this on her, and jealousy because he wants to be the one to do it. 
It takes a moment for him to calm and compose himself, and he hopes that MC did not notice his reaction. 
Likely would not mention anything to her directly, although might put in a comment warning her against “indulging in behavior not-befitting a person participating in an exchange program.” 
Will do his best to keep his eye on her - he simply must know who it is that she’d been involved with. 
Might try to keep her in the House of Lamentations more - through chores assignments in the like. 
If she’s not out and about she won’t be able to...Unless, of course whoever did that is one of his brothers.
Will not stop in his attempts to find out who the person who left hickeys on MC is - even though logically he understands that it’s a waste of time, jealousy still drives him forward. 
Lucifer will also likely distance himself from MC - he does not like the fact that a human is having such an impact on him at all. 
Mammon:
If it was in a less obvious place, Mammon likely would not have noticed, but one day, when he comes to see MC in her room, she’s wearing a pretty low-cut t-shirt and there are a few deep red marks on the side of her neck, just under her jaw. 
“MC, have you been h-...” Oh. Oh no. 
Is immediately a mess from being overcome with jealousy - he knows those are love bites. WHO THE HELL DID THIS? 
Will likely leave MC’s room and then avoid her for a while. On the one hand he wants to be close to her, of course, but on the other hand, he cannot handle the thought that someone else had been with her in the way that he’d only dreamed of. 
Mammon will get really sad - it is his human after all and whoever the other person was was trying to take away from him something that he held so dear. 
Might try to find out who it is MC is seeing/sleeping with, however, after his attempts turn out to be unsuccessful, will stop avoiding MC in the hopes that spending time with her will point him to the identity of the “perpetrator.”
He’d already been seeing quite a few...explicit dreams about MC, but his brain’s new favorite seems to be the dream, where he’s the one leaving hickeys all over MC’s body. 
Is really torn - on one hand, spending time with MC knowing that she’s sleeping with someone else is bitter beyond imagining, but, on the other, being without her is worse.
Might try to get his brothers to help him find out who MC’s secret lover is, until it occurs to him that it might be one of them.
Leviathan: 
Levi would have ignored the bright red mark that he saw at the base of MC’s neck, if he did not just watch an anime, where one of the characters had a love bite in exact same spot, that looked just like that.
Immediately cue feeling of intense jealousy - MC was doing that with someone?
Will likely want to be as far away from MC as possible, since, looking at her, all he can think of is her being in someone else’s embrace, and the ver image hurts. 
After initial wave of jealousy subsides ever so slightly, the low self-esteem comes out. And what did I expect, that she’d be with me, of all people? Who’d ever want to be with a yucky otaku like me?
Unlike his other brothers, Levi does not actually want to think about who the object of MC’s affections is - the thought of her with someone else already hurts plenty, and if he knew who that was...
Will be spending even more time in his room than he already is, in an attempt to avoid MC. Yes, he’s never made his feelings for MC clear, but MC should have known!
Levi will focus on his hobbies in order to get over the pain - anime/dating sim/etc. After all, 2D girls don’t disappoint, and they don’t act all nice around you and then go and get involved with someone else. 
Gets very sad over the whole ordeal, to the extent that it even worries his brothers, though he does not want to talk to them all that much either - during the hours he’d spent agonizing over who MC’s lover might be, it had occurred to him that it’s possible it was one of his brothers. 
Levi will definitely breathe a sigh of relief when MC leaves the Devildom.
Satan:
Satan, MC and Asmo are in the demonology classroom, trying to get a headstart on the homework. As MC shifts in her chair, pulling one of her legs under her, Satan suddenly notices two deep red bruises on the inner side of her thigh, just under the hem of her skirt. Was she hurt?
“Ooh, looks like someone’s been having fun,” Asmo whispers to him. “What?” Satan asks, confused. 
“Don’t tell me you don’t know those are lovebites,” Asmo says, “And in such a delicate place too...”
Bright blush spreads across Satan’s cheeks once he understands, and a searing hot rage rises in his chest. Someone was doing what with MC?
He tries to reason with himself, of course, tries telling himself that it’s illogical to feel that way - after all, MC did not know he liked her, and, even if she did, who would ever love him back? - but he cannot help the way he feels. 
Doesn’t like how jealous he feels, yet, at the same time, cannot help but wish that it was he who was marking MC’s skin with love bites. 
Will likely want to know who it was that MC was seeing - he’ll tell himself, of course that it’s only because he’s worried for MC’s safety, but, in truth, his insecurities definitely play a role in him wanting to find out who MC’s lover is. He hopes it’s not Lucifer. 
At the same time, will likely pull away from MC. Since Satan’s realized that he’s in love with her, it is quite hard for him to be around her knowing, that she’s involved - romantically or sexually with someone else. Luckily for him, he’s mastered calm, indifferent demeanor a long time ago, so it would not be that hard to pretend that he does not care. Oh, but he cares so much. 
Likely won’t try to enlist help of his brothers in trying to find out who MC’s lover is because he knows it’s entirely possible that it’s one of them. 
Probably will try to go low contact with MC until she leaves the Devildom. 
Asmodeus:
When Asmo sees the two bright red marks on the inner side of MC’s thigh, just under the hem of her skirt, he knows exactly what it is. 
Unlike his other brothers, he’s much more likely to approach her about it and ask who she’s been having fun with. Like his other brothers, he’ll be quite disappointed when he does not get any information out of her. 
Still, he’s rather curious, so he’ll try to find out by himself, who it is that MC was having...encounters with. After all, if it was someone hot, perhaps, the three of them can have some fun together. 
Might enlist help of some of his brothers to help him look into this situation.
But, seeing how guarded MC is with the information, and the fact that his investigation does not seem to yield him any information, Asmo gets quite sad. 
He’d been hoping that MC loved liked him back, just like he loved liked her, but, from the way she acted about this, it seemed that it was not the case. That she’d already picked someone else despite the fact that Asmo’s heart belonged to her. 
That sadness would likely drive him to up his promiscuous behavior - after all, what’s better to soothe the pain of rejection than the embraces of others. As it turns out, however, no amount of one night stands can quite cure the hurt of a broken heart. 
Asmo likely won’t avoid MC, because that’s not the kind of person he is, but he’ll definitely be much colder with her than usually. 
Also would not give up attempts to hit on MC, especially when drunk, because there is still hope in him that she might change her mind and see that he’s better for her than whoever her lover is. 
Beelzebub:
Beel, Belphie and MC are in the living room of the house of lamentation, doing some decorations for the Devildom holidays. As MC reaches up to hang a garland over the fireplace, her t-shirt rides up, and Beel can see a few red marks on her lower stomach. 
“It looks like MC has been hurt,” he tells Belphie, who glances over as well. “Don’t be naive,” Belphie tells him, “Those are love bites.”
Beel knows, of course, what that is, but somehow in his head, it’s quite strange to see MC covered in them. 
There is an unfamiliar sensation in the pit of his stomach, like hunger, but much much worse. It scares him. 
He doesn’t think he’s upset by the fact that MC’s taken a lover - he has no right to be, after all - and he wishes her only happiness, and still...He cannot help but feel sad over the fact that she seems to be involved with someone else. When he loves her this much... But then again, what good can my love do for her?
Unlike some of his other brothers, he will not avoid MC - he likes spending time with her and really appreciates her friendship and company, so he’ll stay by her side. Even if it hurts immensely to know that she is with someone else. 
Might try to find out who MC’s lover is, and, if he decides to do it, will likely ask Belphie for help. Belphie would really rather not participate in this, but he cannot refuse Beel. 
Overall, not much will change in his relationship with MC, at least on the surface. But on the inside Beel would feel sad and empty - and might overindulge in his sin in order to get over the feeling of emptiness. 
When MC leaves, however, unlike some of his brothers, he would not feel relieved, just sad - because even if she did not love him, he did really love her. 
Belphegor:
The second Belphie sees the deep red marks on MC’s lower stomach, as he t-shirt rides up ever so slightly - he knows what they are. 
He also knows that he should not care - after all MC’s just someone he knew for a few short month - and he hasn’t even told her about his feelings - and yet the fact that she’s taken a lover burns more than he could have anticipated. 
Belphie’s likely to try and maintain his indifferent demeanor, but at the same time he’ll pull away from MC, because of the way this whole situation affects him. 
A part of him is curious, of course, who that lover is. He hopes it’s not someone he hates, like Lucifer or Diavolo because the thought of them happy with MC fills him with rage. 
Might try to find out who this mysterious “lover” is, although likely will give up on trying if the first few attempts do not succeed. 
Belphie’s likely to start spending even more time in the attic because it’s much easier to avoid MC that way. Will likely spend less time in his room because Beel would still want to hang out with MC despite the fact that she’d taken a lover. 
Will have issues with sleep because his brain will take quite a pleasure in torturing him with images of MC in the embrace of Lucifer or Diavolo. 
Whenever MC tries to talk to him, will act dismissive and indifferent - after all, she does not seem to like him back, so what’s the point in all of this. 
Belphie’s really looking for the exchange program to be over, because, as time passes, it’s harder and harder to maintain an indifferent demeanor and pretend that he does not care the MC’s involved with someone else.
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cyberstabbing · 4 years
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Someone left a long and heart-felt message about THROAM to Anna Green on her curiouscat page and Anna replied with a long message as well. I’m pasting the text here so I don’t ever lose it:
May 1st, 2020
Anonymous: Part 1 of 2 — Hey Anna I followed THROAM back when I was heavy in the panic fandom; I would leave you these ridiculously long comments on lj and read your updates late into the night, when I knew my parents wouldn’t catch me. I was 15. Almost Famous was my favorite movie, Ryden was my otp, you were already my favorite fic author, and I loved nothing more than a long, developed, realism-based slowburn. When you started writing THROAM, it was like my dream fic had been dropped in my lap. I was so enthralled, so in awe of you, so appreciative of your craft. I remember those weeks between updates stretching seemingly endlessly. But I never resented the long waits; I re-read previous chapters, perused your other fics, and knew that you were taking the time because the time was worth it. Your attention to detail was unmatched. 
 I am now 25 years old now, with a master’s degree and a job. Nearly every 1-2 years of the past decade, I get a certain itch. And before I know it, I’m re-reading the anthology, page by page, just as consumed as I was the first time around. I find your dialogue and characterization so compelling that I often can’t help but quietly read the lines out loud to myself. Once I’ve picked it up, THROAM occupies much of my thoughts when I’m not actively reading it, and my nights stretch into the wee hours as I plow through the pages. I saved pdf versions of each volume long ago, but to also have the print copies on my shelf gives me such an enormous sense of relief. To know that whatever moves you make, whatever happens to lj or ao3 or the internet at large, I will still have my throam copies...that brings me joy. 
 I know that you have far outgrown this story, the role it played in your life, the time that you spent writing it, and the person you were back then. The thing is—so have I. It’s remarkable; I am not an active member of any fandoms and am a very different version of myself from the girl who followed this fic’s release. And the version of myself who re-read it my first year of college is a different person from the girl who re-read it as she started her first job. So many different lonely chapters of my life, always punctuated by a return to this old friend. Because of fic stigma, shame, and the whole panic at the disco + lots of explicit sex thing, I refrain from ever sharing the volumes with others, so it feels like I have this little, ever-expanding world of my own with THROAM. Such a huge part of my life, and nobody I know knows a thing about it. It’s special, really. (Cont’d)
pineconepickers: <3333 answer in the next one!
Anonymous: Part 2:  Some pages I can practically recite from memory, and yet others read as fresh and surprising each time around. I still feel the same frustration and pain, I’m still swept up by the allure of Ryan’s fame, the impressiveness of his talent, I’m still enthralled by the mad world of 70s rock, I still chuckle at R’s snarky internal monologue and shake my head at his deeply ego-centric world view, it the boys’ cowardices and braveries, at their spite and their bitterness and their love. I still feel the same flutter in my heart at some of the more tender scenes. I still smile softly when I notice the subtle shifts (messy and tentative) towards growth in Ryan’s character. I’m still shocked by just how invested I am in the many side characters, how fully rounded they all are. And it’s still the hottest sex I have ever, ever read. 
 I was an English major who now teaches English, and I have never had this kind of relationship with another text. Nothing has ever been so relentlessly revisitable, nothing ever nags at me if I go too long without re-reading, nothing consumes me quite like this, and few character dynamics have ever been quite so compelling. The 25 year old woman who had long shaken the fandom world feels so grateful to have been in the right place at the right time to have discovered this story. And I am eternally grateful to you for the care, effort, and absolute labor of love this story demanded. As an avid fic defender and devotee, you shifted my whole paradigm of what fic could be. This masterpiece set the bar impossibly high. Furthermore, thank you for continuing to make it accessible to fans old and new. 
Anyway, as I marvel at this fic’s everlasting effect and your writing’s power, I just had to say my piece. It’s been a decade since I last waxed poetic in full fangirl mode at you. Seemed like the time was ripe. 
Best and sincerely grateful,  C
pineconepickers: Hi, C! Wow I really did not expect to wake up to this and it's left me quite speechless, to be honest. First of all, I am so touched by this letter and would love to give you a hug, but social distancing and all that. ;) Then, to be consistent, tut tut to your minor self for reading explicit adult content - I have to say this because it is a line I feel ever more strongly about, but of course I too used to read adult fics when I was a minor, yada yada yada... And so often people grow up to be immensely embarrassed by what they enjoyed at 15 or 16, and I see a lot of that Shame Discourse around THROAM too, which, as its author, can make you think you just wrote a bad story that no one wants to admit they liked (although they all read it - it's complicated!). 
So, ten years on, it's great to hear that the story still compels you and that it has aged in a way that you still enjoy it. THROAM has had such a strange afterlife that I never could have predicted, both good and bad, and my own relationship with the work has grown increasingly complex over the years. You outgrow stories, as you rightly said, and you outgrow your own writing style, too, and become increasingly critical of your past efforts, alas - yet I still have an immense love for the story and its flaws, I can at a moment's notice see snow drifting down on a winter night in Bismarck or am blinded by California sun or taste the salt in the air on a beach in Maine like I never left. Fic will always be regarded as less than "real fiction" - throw in emo bands and sex and even more so. But what is wrong with fictional self-indulgence in a world that often gives you little? I haven't read THROAM cover to cover in years (it's SO LONG), partly out of worry what I'll find there of my self-perceived "bad writing", but I read snippets sometimes and there is still a pull to the story, for me, that I am relieved to find. 
I was around 25 when I finished the story - and thus the circle closes. It's hard for me now to fathom the years I spent on it, the sheer number of hours, days, weeks, months it took me to write. What was 23-25 year-old me doing! But she wrote it because she had the story and no other reason. Its afterlife and readership has completely surprised me, but I am glad I didn't know it when I was writing it or I'd never have managed to finish it! 
And so it warms me now, endlessly, that the story still has importance to you and that it has grown with you. It is especially lovely to hear when I myself have clearly detached myself from the story, somewhat - it really feels like the story doesn't belong to me anymore because it took on such a life of its own. So thank you for reminding me that I, too, should give the story more love than I do - and that not all that ages needs to be left behind. Much love <333
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endgame review
i’ve waited 24 hours for my endgame feels to sink in. spoilers and strong opinions are under the cut.
first i need to start with the parts that i loved and that made the movie stand out and be memorable and parts that i immensely enjoyed:
- tony and nebula’s friendship and nebula’s arc later. she finally stopped being self destructive, lost the desire to please thanos and stood up for herself. she made a strong bond with gamora and even in the past, that bond stood out and it was beautiful. she got more screen time and stopped being just a weapon. got to play games, got to be appreciated for more than a good warrior. joked with people and made good friendships.
- tony telling steve off. tony stan here, but unbiased opinion is that him and steve had a falling out. steve stayed on earth and tony ended up stranded on an alien planet and nearly died. he is a non powered man and only had his armor and got stabbed by thanos and he has never felt more alone than when oxygen was slowly running out on him and nebula. he should have argued and called him out on them sticking together, and he had every right to do so.
- whole time travel thing. it was nostalgic, i am really glad they connected this, as last movie, to the previous ones. thor getting his moment with frigga, tony commenting on shape of steve’s ass, loki disappearing with tesseract, little things like that. they gave movie depth and not just thanos aftermath. 
- steve had some show stopping scenes. telling himself he could do this all day and being tired of himself bc he knows how big of a pain in the ass he can be in the battle?? hell yes thank you. steve wielding mjolnir?? legit had me cheering, wig snatched. 
- i genuinely liked thor’s arc. he lost everyone he had ever cared about, it was normal for him to be depressed and angry and that he had given up. i am glad rocket snapped him out of it because it gave rocket depth and we saw how deeply he connected to all of them and decided not to be an asshole and be kinder to people that surround him. it showed another part of them being a family and how even characters we never thought would love each other this way, ended up with an unbreakable bond that is more than just a team work.
- more screen time for underappreciated amazing characters, james rhodes, scott lang, clint barton. more of their interactions and showing how funny and smart they are??? they had my heart.
- i LOVED professor hulk. mark ruffalo finally got more screen time and it showed how smart bruce really is and that he is not just some likable guy who is intelligent, but not as much as other scientists (like scenes with shuri in infinity war that i loved because of shuri, but in past movies they downplayed his intellect a bit). i loved how he was more confident and at peace with himself.
- thanos!!! thanos remained a formidable villain and his arc was still the best villain arc in mcu. he is not easy to take on , he is a threat and he gave movie and everything that happened a meaning.
- best mcu scene to this day - strange opening portals and people passing through, ready to slay enemies. all united, all fighting together, all boosting and helping each other out in this final battle that we waited for 10 years??? literally killed every other movie battle ever. they have outdone themselves.
- peter seeing tony and talking about soul stone world, not realizing that everything was done for him and out of love for this amazing boy?? beautiful.
- TONY FUCKING STARK WIELDING INFINITY GAUNTLET. YES. had me yell at the screen, it was showstopping. my favorite scene ever in movie history. mere mortal taking on the fate of the world and killing every bad creature and smiting thanos himself. CONTENT I LIVE FOR.
- valkyrie a king??? hell yes, she deserved it. no one more than her. 
now, things that ruined the movie for me and that i do not think i will easily accept or forgive:
- i understand that in the end, since natasha and clint went to vormir, in the end had me desiring that she would be the one to give up, since he has a family. but it’s not supposed to be that way. natasha seemed out of character the whole time. she was way more emotional, i partially understand because she lost everything and it has affected her more than anything ever. but it was bad writing. woman dying for shock value and to effect men??? why. she just started expressing herself and letting know people she loves them and really connected and bonded with them and have her go like that? as a sacrifice? uncalled for.
- pepper’s arc bugged me the whole time. woman who was there from the beginning to call tony out on his shit, also was a woman who stopped him from doing reckless things. she was always the one who kept arguing with him, literally in every movie, over his desire to save the world and to protect them. he told her he found a way to bring everyone back, but one word from her (something she was terrific at), and he would ditch it and stay with their family. and this is the first time she encouraged him to do something so reckless and it was poor overshadowing of his death and insanely out of character for her. she knew how it would end and she kept saving him from himself, because he was always terrified of losing her and in a way that stopped him from doing what he did years ago. they had a family and in the end . her showing up in an armor had me in tears, because that’s my gal, but also that is incredibly reckless and like she didn’t think things through in 2-3 scenes she had in the movie?? 
- i’m in it for tony. naturally i am upset. but not because he died, but because of HOW he died. naturally gauntlet took a toil on him. his body was combusting. it was devastating. what killed me was that pepper, love of his life, approached him and seemed like she had kind of a bad day. asked for his vitals and when told he is dying, she shed a tear and told him that he could rest. it blew my mind that she did not crumble in front of him, no “ i love you” nothing that would be her last words to him that showed him that he meant the world. he knew that, but would have been nice to have something like that. ALSO, him not being able to speak??? BEYOND OUTRAGED. no actual goodbyes, no him saying anything to the avengers, just lying like he had a stroke. the best character with the most complicated arc in the entire marvel universe and did something unimaginable and to have him just fall and not say goodbye or how he feels, or is he afraid of dying or what is happening to him??? “ i am iron man” is a great line for taking on thanos, but as last words while he is alive, unsatisfying and writing for shock value. peter crying, hugging him, apologizing , that was beautiful. everyone who he had just given his life for just standing aside, looking at him, shedding one tear???? steve? STEVE ROGERS???? JAMES RHODES??? no goodbyes between best friends, no them being wrecked and having breakdowns??? really?
- steve’s ending. it was the most out of character thing russos have ever done. they became famous for taking on characters in their own ways, but steve, person who had such strong relationships with tony, bucky and sam, leaving bucky and sam for a selfish cause of going back in time to a woman who already had a fulfilling life and found a way to live without him?? who had a husband and family? who was accomplished and her heartbreak over losing steve gave her depth and she got out stronger than ever. and he just went back and her whole history and family was erased for it, because he loved her and they shared one kiss a lifetime ago? steve going back to do this and not free bucky from hydra or help his best friend out, a man who he started civil war over and fought government for, steve leaving bucky and sam, people who have been with him through thick and thin, going back to indulge himself, thinking he cannot be happy in present, not thinking about two people who have to now live on without him? bucky who never got a decent time with him after ca:tfa, who’s life has been nothing but a shitstorm, now having to live without his best friend and only person that felt like a home? insanity. steve rogers, the most self-sacrificial, stubborn little shit, who gave enemies hell for people he cared about, leaving people behind? never. 
in conclusion, for me movie did nothing but upset me, because i have invested 10 years into this, countless hours of writing meta and giffing scenes that went unnoticed, loving these characters, pouring my heart and soul and time into this, and for them to kill off people for shock value, natasha and tony, to have them fuck up steve’s arc beyond words, to end relationships or to make them meaningless.... they did pay an omage to previous movies, but not characters  and how they were previously portrayed. tony, man who started mcu, should not die for us to be miserable bastards after spending so much time in this universe, he should have gotten to live a happy life with the family he had just started. 
in the end, if anyone had to die, for me it was supposed to be both steve and tony, in a battle, bloody with glorious goodbyes, their last battle, showing each other how they would lay their lives so the other one lives, sacrificing for each other, but have both biggest characters die gloriously, not one like he had a stroke and second one grow old and selfish, abandoning his friends and family.
in the end, i did not like the movie. first marvel movie to this day that i didn’t like, because it was first that erased so many good things. 
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randomfandomimagine · 7 years
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In Another Dimension (Supernatural/Avengers Imagine)
Character: None
Fandoms: Supernatural & Avengers
Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Winchester!Reader, Daughter!Reader
Title: In Another Dimension
  Requested by @ajlly:
Something along the lines of where reader is deans teenage daughter and she gets teleported to the avengers tower somehow and she fangirls cause she knows them from the comics but when she starts to get homesick maybe tony shows her all his old cars and let's her fix them up a bit
Another wonderful and fun day, sitting in the couch and eating snacks while watching TV. Meanwhile, dad and uncle Sam were out there, hunting as usual and risking their lives like they did every day. Just delightful.
I let out a grumpy sigh and ate more popcorn, picking up the comic that lied down next to me. The superheroes were lately the only thing that kept me grounded and motivated to go through the same routine every day while I tried not to worry for my family’s wellbeing.
Every day could be the last. Every day I could wait and wait for them to get back and nothing would happen because they wouldn’t.
Every day I wondered if the door would open to reveal a bruised and exhausted Sam and Dean. Luckily, it had always opened so far.
Angrily, I kicked the weird gizmo that they had brought from a hunt. I had no idea what it could be. It fell to the ground, rolling around further away from me.
A bright light suddenly emerged from it, making me look up from my comic book.
As I watched it intently, the flash of light became dimmer until it completely disappeared. I rolled my eyes, thinking it was yet another useless supernatural or magic thing that had no use other than a paper weight.
I set my comic aside for a moment and picked up my phone to scroll down Tumblr, trying to get over my boredom and to kill time while they came back. As well as to distract myself.
I lazily looked up and saw myself surrounded by familiar looking people. If it weren’t impossible I would say those were…
“The Avengers?!” I exclaimed, staring at them with wide eyes.
“And who are you-“ Steve aka Captain America had started to say, but I unwillingly interrupted him.
Before I could contain myself, an excited shriek escaped my lips. I slapped my hands against my mouth as fast as I could when I noticed I was getting confused and even frightened glances.
“I got this” Tony Stark, Iron Man himself, took a step closer.
He briefly turned to his friends and sent them a reassuring gesture as he motioned with his hands. There was his iconic smug and humorous attitude.
“I’m your biggest fan!” I exclaimed before I could stop myself. Again.
I looked behind Tony to all of the Avengers. Not only Steve Rogers and Thor but Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton! Such cool people!
“That explains it” Tony smirked, walking closer to me and offering me a hand for me to shake. “Tony Stark, but you already know that”
“I’m Y/N” I shook his hand gladly. “Y/N Winchester”
“Well, Y/N Winchester” Like he went through stuff like this every day –honestly, because of his reputation and fame he maybe did –he casually placed an arm over my shoulders. “You already know the gang”
I respectfully bowed my head to them. They all replied on their own way.
Steve smiled softly, Clint nodded in recognition, Natasha tilted her head curiously, Thor grinned in amusement and Bruce waved.
“How did you get here?” The latter asked me.
“I-I don’t know!”
“Do you come from another dimension?” Thor asked me, his voice as deep and mighty as I imagined it.
“I’m in another dimension?!” I snapped, excited because of how cool that was. “Awesome!!”
“I like you, kid” Tony grinned, patting my back. “Love your energy”
“Do you have any questions?” Steve asked me, attentive and welcoming. “Maybe we have some answers that can help you”
I was too excited to let my conscious mind swamp my head with logical questions. First I needed to interact with them, to do things I had always dreamt to do. Let my fangirl mood take over me.
“Not really, but…” I uttered, shy and inhibited as I looked from Captain America to Thor. “I would like to…”
“Let me guess, lift the hammer” Tony finished for me.
I nodded vehemently, excited to hold Mjolnir. See if I was worthy.
“You can try” Thor offered me his hammer with an amused grin plastered on his face. “But you won’t lift it”
Fascinated, I held my hand out and slowly reached until my fingers closed around the handle of the hammer. I was actually holding Mjolnir, Thor’s hammer. The god of lightning was letting me touch his hammer!
However, as soon as he let go of it, I was thrown to the floor because of the immense force and inertia it had on me. I squeaked as I landed on my knees, flailing around involuntarily as I fell over on my side.
I heard a few chuckles, but I didn’t blame them for laughing. I was always a klutz and was used to those kind of situations.
“You okay?” Clint had stepped up and was holding me by my arm as he helped me up.
“Yeah, thanks”
“I knew you couldn’t” Thor laughed heartily.
I shrugged when all eyes settled back on me. But there was a small smirk on my lips as I was filled with exciting anticipation. I finally had the chance to do everything I had wanted to do!
Practice archery with Hawkeye. Learn how to fight and spar with Black Widow. Chat with Captain America about history. Exchange reactions with Iron Man about technology and inventions. Learn science with the Hulk. And hear stories about Asgard from none other than Thor.
And I was determined to check all that off my to-do list.
*
The excitement was soon gone. I had chatted with the Avengers, interacted all I wanted with them and it had been great. But… I suddenly didn’t feel as accomplished as I thought.
I was getting homesick. The guilty started to win over as I thought about Sam and Dean. They were probably wondering where I was, if something had happened to me. Worrying. If I had been taken, if I was okay. If I was alive, even.
“You’re pretty quiet for a crazy fan” Tony’s voice startled me, as I had been too immersed in my thoughts to notice his presence.
“I miss my family” I simply explained, heaving a sad sigh. “This has been amazing, but I miss my home. What if I can never go back?”
“Then we would take care of you” He playfully patted my back. “Don’t tell him I told you, but I think Cap already has a soft spot for you”
I couldn’t help to laugh, knowing it was also his intention. I decided to sass him a little, also humoring him.
“But not you, huh?” I raised an eyebrow. “It’s only Steve”
“Yeah, I think you’re clumsy and annoying” Tony made a funny face of annoyance. “I can’t wait until you get out of my sight”
I always knew those six were amazing people, not only great superheroes but also kind-hearted people. Good people. I wasn’t wrong.
“But maybe I can get you to stop asking questions and being so hyper and all over the place” He said all of a sudden. “You said you liked cars, right?”
I nodded, sweetly thinking back to the Impala. My love for cars started because of my father, but it went beyond our shared ride.
“Right this way” Tony had started walking, so I followed after him.
I held back my curiosity, knowing if I was patient I would be rewarded.
Indeed, we soon arrived to a garage of sorts in which Mr. Stark kept all his very expensive, beautiful looking and powerful cars. Being a millionaire sure had its perks.
*
Tony and I exchanged theories about the interdimensional issue that brought me there as we talked about cars and fixed some of them which were broken. It was supposed to cheer me up, but I couldn’t help but to think about my father.
About those moments in which we had amazing conversations as he taught me how to fix an engine in case I ever needed to. Just an excuse to spend some quality time together as he indulged in something that wasn’t hunting for a change.
Dean had always been a good father, trying to distract me from our lives as much as he could. Trying to help me live a normal life without being dragged by the hunting like he and Sam had been.
Surely noticing his last resort wasn’t working and running out of ideas, Tony lingered on the silence as we fixed an orange Ferrari.
Someone clearing his throat from the door caught our attention.
“S-sorry, hope I’m not interrupting” Bruce stuck his head at the door.
“Course not, come in!” Tony invited him, motioning with his hand.
Doctor Banner walked closer and handed me something that I observed with curiosity.
“Steve found this, he thought it belongs to you” Bruce gave me the comic book he was holding. “You probably dropped it when you appeared here”
“That’s it!” I exclaimed, feeling lively again. “This is my ticket back home!”
“Beg your pardon?” Tony turned to me, blinking a few times in confusion.
Bruce was also giving me a strange look, frowning as he wondered what I was on about.
“I was looking at this comic when I arrived here! I think that weird gizmo thing acted as a catalyst” I smiled, feeling hopeful and closer to home already. “Maybe it’ll take me back!”
“Perhaps it acts like some sort of interdimensional portal” The doctor mumbled to himself, his eyes analyzing the comic book with interest.
“Are you really that eager to abandon us already?” Mr. Stark joked, shaking his head in fake offense. “I didn’t know we were so boring, I feel insulted”
I would have believed he was truly affected by my words and my excitement to leave if it weren’t because I knew him far too well. Even if that was the first time we were in the same room, which was odd.
I stared down at the comic book, feeling like I had a great power in my hands. And with great power comes great… well, Spiderman wasn’t there, so there was no point in referencing that out loud.
“It’s been great, guys, but I should go back home” I told the two men, looking up at them. “Tell everyone thank you”
“We’ll miss you” Bruce smiled a little, nodding to emphasize his words.
“Me too” My eyes were suddenly watery at the thought of leaving them behind.
My heroes, those people I looked up to so much. Those six people that were so badass and inspiring. Yet that could be my only chance of going back.
I was afraid to think that the portal closed. That, if I waited too much, I would be stuck in the wrong dimension. That I would lose my opportunity.
So I opened the comic and left it at the page I was reading when I traveled through dimensions. I closed my eyes tight and focused, hoping it worked.
Through my closed eyelids, I noticed a dim light shining. And a soft voice before I left forever.
“Bye, Y/N Winchester…”
*
“Y/N!” A very familiar voice was screaming my name in a mix between relief and concern. "You're here!”
“What happened?!”
Before I could get my bearings back, two strong arms were pulling me against a strong chest. I knew that embrace well enough, as well as that scent, to realize I was back.
“Dean…” I mumbled, still unable to call him ‘dad’. “Sam”
“Are you okay?” The first urged me, breaking the hug and sternly holding me by the shoulders. His green eyes were piercing me, demanding an answer. “Are you hurt?!”
“No! I’m okay!” I chuckled, still not believing what had just happened. “I saw the Avengers!”
“The what now?”
“The Avengers” Sam intervened, holding up one of my comics. “Her favorite superheroes”
“Oh, those guys…” My father nodded, remembering how I always spoke about them. “Wait, what?”
“Y/N” Sam patiently told me, taking the opportunity to get my worried father off me once they knew I was alright. “Can you tell us what the hell happened to you?”
“Yeah, care to explain why you were gone when we came back and you suddenly just appeared from thin air?!”
“Well…” My eyes fell over the strange looking gizmo that lighted up before I was transported to their dimension. “I think it was that thing, it somehow activated my comic”
The both of them turned their heads quickly, wanting to see what I was looking at.
“Are you saying that thing teleported you to the superheroes world?”
“And I thought we had seen everything…”
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luckyricochet · 7 years
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Thank you TURN: Washington’s Spies
I just finished watching the series finale of Turn. Anyone who knows me well knows how much this shows means to me, so I’ve obviously got a lot of thoughts I want to get out of me. Long feelings and slight spoiler-y ramblings follow. 
I first learned about the Culper Ring when I was fourteen, when I went to DC for the first time and visited Mount Vernon. There was this tiny movie screen that was playing a short clip about spies during the American Revolution. The narrator (Robert Townsend, lol) talked about all the different ways spies operated during the war, the invisible ink, the petticoats. I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I never forgot that clip. I always hoped I could see something more on the Culper Ring beyond just some cheesy little bit at Mount Vernon--but knowing how historical dramas very rarely ever touched on topics I was interested in, and also realizing the obscurity of this particular topic, I never really got my hopes up. 
Flash-forward a few years later. I learn that not only is there going to be a TV show about the American Revolution, which I had been dying for, but it was going to be about the exact very subject I had been most wanting to see on the screen. I am not exaggerating when it was truly a dream come true. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever see the Culper Ring on TV. I eagerly waited the next few months, jumping at every new promo and ad that was released. First thoughts: This Ben Tallmadge character is attractive. (No change there.) 
I’ll be honest, it took me a bit to really get into the show. I wasn’t totally in love with any of the characters, and I honestly had a hard time following some of the plot lines. But would I keep watching it? Absolutely. Like I said, this was something I thought I would never have, so I’d support it no matter what. I remember being obsessed with ratings--they weren’t the best and I was so nervous, even expecting, to see one day TURN had been canceled. And then we weren’t, and I was again, thrilled. That’s just 10 more episodes about history I love. 
Again, Season 2 didn’t grab me in right away. I actually didn’t watch it until it had completely finished airing. Seeing gifs of bby Lafayette on Tumblr definitely encouraged me to hurry my ass up and finish it, tbh. I watched it several times, until I had settled on a favorite character: Robert. With that, I was gone I watched his scenes on repeat, and I was suddenly so impatient for the next season, but I was again, so on edge about the ratings. I joined in on the #RenewTURN campaign, tweeting and commenting on Facebook--and huzzah! We were confirmed for a third season!
I think Season 3 is that one that fans agree is when shit reaallly started to hit the fan in the series. Things were really heating up. Each episode somehow was able to top the next. Plus this is the season when the Arnold-Andre plot was unfolding, in some sense the climax of the series. And I was of course overjoyed that Robert/Nick had been elevated to starring role. Anyway, this season is the starting point when TURN started to stress me out each episode. As usual, I was nervous again around renewal, but even more so because I really felt that we just needed to do it one more time, and then we could finish things out on our own terms. I would have been pissed beyond words if it had been canceled and over with the war still on. BUT IT WASN’T. 
And now, Season 4. I was of course sad to come to terms it would be the last, but more relieved that us fans would be delivered a satisfying end to the whole adventure. And I say right now, on August 12, 2017, that we certainly were. This season was a nonstop thrill ride from start to beginning and I’m so glad I was able to be there for all of it. This final episode really hit me in all the right ways. The closing monologue was so beautiful. I really can’t describe it any other way. The writing, the music, the scenery, seeing all the characters with their resolutions--it honestly was so wonderful. I can’t have asked for a better way for a series to finish, especially one that means so much to me. It really broke my heart in a lot of ways, but I suppose that’s what good TV does. And I loved that it ended the way it began--Abe at his farm, playing with his son. I think that’s what made me so emotional. Abe, for all his faults, never once wavered in being nothing less than a loving father to Thomas. And to see him back in that role just brought everything full circle. It reminds you why Abe ever got involved in the Ring in the first place.
Thank you TURN, for an amazing cast and crew who indulge us with live-tweets and so many behind-the-scenes pictures and tid-bits. Not every fandom has that. 
Thank you TURN, for keeping me on the edge of my seat more often that not. I usually don’t audibly react when I’m watching things, but I did on more than one occasion while watching this season. 
Thank you TURN, for writing such brilliant characters and for giving ALL of them such complexity. The character development was seriously unreal, but Mary and Hewlett deserve special recognition. It’s been such a treat to see them change over the last four years. But also thank you for portraying some of my favorite figures in history so well: Washington, Lafayette.
Thank you TURN, for shining light on an otherwise oft-forgotten piece of history. For whatever reason, the American Revolution is strangely under-represented in the media. As my favorite time in history, I am so lucky to have 40 hours that bring it to life so vividly and accurately.
And so now I say goodbye to a show that has held a piece of my heart for the past four years. It now joins the likes of John Adams, Band of Brothers, and Rome as some of the best TV I’ve ever seen. Thank you, TURN. I’ll miss you immensely, but will be forever grateful for everything. It’s been so incredible.
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Eoin. Honestly, it isn’t an exaggeration to say that we were on the edges of our seat in anticipation of an app for Jennifer after posting her bio. The anon who was asking about her got us very excited - and while we don’t know whether that was you or not - we do know that the excitement ended up being very much justified. You seem to be exactly what we were looking for in terms of a roleplayer who understood Jennifer’s character beyond the superficial titles of ‘good’ and ‘evil’. Your thought-provoking answers to our app questions made her very human and carefully avoided any of the trappings of a typical stereotype. It’s clear that you took the time to do your research on our story and setting, and we love how you tied so many of these details into your application. We also enjoyed your headcanons, and how they added another very human layer to Jennifer Blake. One thing we intentionally left out of her bio was the casual vibe of human!Jen; her interests outside of magic and sacrifice, her pastimes, and the tone she uses in her day-to-day dealings with the world around her. You brought this side of her to life in your headcanons and in the sample app, and convinced us that you understand all sides of her character intimately well. Needless to say, we cannot wait to have her on our dash and get to interact with your Jen in person!
Eoin, thank you very much for applying. As for Jennifer…
                ⚜ ~ WELCOME TO VIEUX NOYÉS!!! ~ ⚜
Wondering what to do next? Click here and let the good times roll!
⚜ Roleplayer:
⤜ Name/alias: Eoin
⤜ Pronouns: He/Him
⤜ Age: 23
⤜ Timezone: GMT
⤜ Activity: I’d put my activity at an 8 out of 10. I usually check in everyday and attempt to get a few replies out after Uni, though I tend to go quieter around weekends since I work then.
⤜ Best form of contact: Just on tumblr is best for me.
⤜ Any Triggers? No triggers.
⤜ How did you find Vieux Noyés? I came across it while searching the tag ‘supernatural rp’
⤜ What drew you to the RP? The design and intricacy of the RP is phenomenal, the story-world, interconnecting characters and events were all so interesting. But the main element would have to be the maturity it boasts; the emphasis on character development, and seeing characters as three-dimensional people over simple hero/villain labels.
⤜ What is one subplot/element from the Plot page that you are particularly looking forward to seeing in this roleplay? Marcel’s decision to ban magic within the quarter has left many witches and even some vampires in tricky situations. Between the ambitions of the witches and the need for magical items (such as daylight rings) I can see Marcel’s orders being ignored and, if punishment is met out, the fallout from that would be very interesting to see.
⚜ Desired Character: Jennifer Blake
⤜ Why do you want this character? 
From the first time I saw her portrayed in Teen Wolf I adored Jennifer’s character, the change from almost clumsy teacher to powerful Darach, but I was very disappointed at the overall story she was given. There was so much more they could have offered this character instead of labeling her as a ‘villain’ and moving on. The lengths she went to in order to avenge her pack really caught my interest.
Furthermore, within this RP, Jennifer is again a multifaceted character whose immense intelligence and ambition is met with an almost childlike misunderstanding of emotion and consequence. The variation and conflict you can give a character that is this complex would be a very exciting opportunity.  
⤜ What are your future plans for this character? 
Jennifer’s bio makes it clear that she’s already conflicted. But the one element left with no ambiguity is her obsession and determination to increase her strength. Her method of doing this, sacrifice, and the consequences of her doing so is something I’d really like to explore. How her mind would cope with the strain of other personalities seeping through. And whether or not she may be able to create a connection with someone other than Rain to possibly help her through it.
Her mimicry abilities also present an interesting chance for character exploration. I’d like to see whether this woman, who understands so little about sentiment, could perhaps find in someone else the feelings of friendship and family she found in Rain, and may need to find after the recent conflict between the two. Especially since this could provide further conflict with her own plans down the line.
⤜ Put yourself in your character’s shoes. Give us a few lines to describe a day in the life of your character… Where do they live? Where and how do they spend their time? 
Jennifer, despite her ambitions for herself and her coven, found employment at the local high school, Saint Aloysuis, and finds the job satisfying. Just as Rain taught her she reaps a little satisfaction out of imparting the great works of the English language to her students, the subtleties of a well-constructed argument, the best methods of textual research and analysis and even the odd break in the teachers lounge with Jenna, one of the few teachers not to bore her. And, as the school motto insists, develop her talents. She’s worked hard to develop the persona of the slightly clumsy, endearing and only occasionally strict teacher who’s becoming quite popular with the students. After school she may head to either Café du Monde with Jenna, or even Rousseau’s if it’s a Friday, for the odd drink and talk. If not she is fond of frequenting Bourbon Street, for the people and the music. Or even the French Market. She rarely shops, but she keeps herself around people, she has more opportunity to spot a candidate for sacrifice that way. At the end of the day she returns to her apartment on Jackson Square, the noise of the few shops quieting down so she can mark her classwork or further her research, usually with a glass of wine in hand and some soft music playing, before retiring for the evening.
⤜ Give us three headcanons regarding your character of choice.
Jennifer has quite a love for music and dance. Even before coming to New Orleans she had a fascination with jazz, the devil’s music. The way the singer and musicians can create tunes on the spot and the rhythm of the music just resonates with her. Her singing voice is rather good, plus she’s an excellent dancer, and loves to sing, sway and undulate her body to the music of New Orleans.
Despite her position as an English teacher, Jennifer, in her free time, tends to read chick-lit and crime novels over the classics or Pulitzer Prize winners. Her reasons for this are to try and improve her understanding of that strange thing called sentiment; the love shown in chick-lit and the human behavior show in crime novels has helped her a little with that. But, on a more secretive level, she sometimes finds escapes in them. It’s a chance to get away from the tensions of her life and indulge her mind in the mundane problems of the ‘heroine de jour’.
Jennifer is an avid gardener. Not just because the plants and herbs she grows could have properties in her covens spells, but also because life is just one more mystery to solve. She’s seen the inside workings of animals plucked apart, the beauty in that. But there’s an almost similar beauty to seeing a seedling sprout through the dirt, grow, bloom, wither and die. Whole cycles of life and death having come and gone in a single year. One more thing for her to observe and learn from.  
⤜ What are some plots you’d like to explore with your character? 
I’d like to see a plot in which Jennifer is first introduced to someone while putting on her ‘persona’ and developing a relationship based on that. Then having the truth of her nature revealed and how both she and the other party would cope with that. Whether the feelings she ‘put on’ over that time could develop into something real or if the other party could even attempt to make a connection with the real Jennifer. Also, I’d be interested in seeing Jennifer perhaps take on a student of her own. Someone who she thinks could be taught to be what she considers ‘better,’ more wild and ambitious in their studies, always striving for the most powerful outcomes of magic.
⤜ Para sample: 
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⤜ Would you like to be considered for another character if not accepted as your primary choice? No thank you.
⤜ Have you read the rules?: I have, several times in detail.
⤜ Anything else? Just to gush a little about how amazing this RP is. And to please request that if this application isn’t acceptable to you that you’d please message me with some feedback on my performance. I’d really appreciate the opportunity to improve and come back again if need be. Thank you very much!
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