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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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One And Only.

Pairing: Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: s*x

Requested: nope

Summary: Their marriage is for business purposes only but they fall in love. Until Y/N starts having a doubt... does Steve Rogers have a mistress? It's all a misunderstanding...

Author's Note: Hiya peeps, iw!Steve in this one. Enjoy!

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"Hey, you doing okay?" Y/N turned away from the mirror and smiled at Natasha and Wanda. "As well as a bride could be minutes before her wedding," she jabbed, making the ladies chuckle. "It's going to be fine, Y/N, Steve will treat you well. We've been friends with him for years, one thing we know about him is that he never treats women wrong."

"I don't doubt that, it's just that— I met him a week ago. One time. I don't even know him, anything about him, other than the fact that he leads the most feared crime gang in the entire country," Y/N muttered, tugging at the sapphire necklace she was wearing. Something blue. "You will get to know him soon enough, though. Come on now, everyone is waiting."

Her father stood outside the door, a soft smile on his face. "You look lovely, honey," he cooed, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as the two ladies sauntered past them into the Hall with their partners. "Thank you, papa." The two people walked into the Hall and everyone stood up to greet the bride. At the end of the aisle stood Steve, tall and proud, a huge smile on his face.

Y/N couldn't help but smile back. As soon as she reached near him her father let go, but not before pressing a kiss to her cheek. Steve took her hand and brought it to his lips when she stood in front of him. The priest standing next to them began his usual recitations; Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today… Y/N didn't really pay attention to his speech.

She was busy staring at Steve, who looked magnificent in an all black suit, his dirty blond hair and full beard making her feel all sorts of things. His smile softened a bit, also not listening to the priest. He was observing her. It was supposed to be purely transactional, the marriage, but he knew it wasn't gonna end like one. It would be a proper marriage.

Happily married.

She looked wonderful. He met her a week ago; a bit wary at the concept of merging two mobs by marriage but the moment he saw her, he knew he had to have her. She was his, no one else's. The two quickly exchanged their vows as the ring bearers came forward with the rings. The bride and the groom took the rings with smiles and turned to face each other.

"Steve Rogers, do you take Y/N Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?" The priest turned to Steve expectantly.

"I do," Steve spoke, loud and clear, as he slipped the ring on Y/N's finger. Y/N had to admit, she felt a bit giddy when those words left his mouth.

"Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Steve Rogers to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?" Y/N smiled shyly at Steve. "I do."

Steve grinned widely when she neatly placed the ring on his finger. "You may now kiss the bride." And the whole room erupted into stentorian cheering as Steve gathered his wife in his arms, pressing his lips to hers in a deep kiss. Only when he heard a wolf-whistle coming from the crowd did Steve stop, pulling away to look at his out-of-breath wife.

"Mrs Rogers," he spoke fondly and she giggled. "Mr Rogers," she teased as they turned to the crowd, Y/N clutching Steve's arm as they smiled widely. Not many people had attended the impromptu wedding; just Steve's close friends and Y/N's father. Her bridesmaids were Natasha and Sharon, with Wanda being her maid-of-honor.

Steve's groomsmen were Sam and Tony, with Bucky being his best man. "Well, the first dance goes to the bride and her father, I'd say," Clint called out, already helping himself to a bottle of beer as music started playing. Steve reluctantly handed his wife over to her father, bidding her with a sweet kiss on her cheek.

"I hope you know why I had to do this, honey," her father sighed as they danced in the middle of the Hall. "I know, papa. Don't feel bad, I think I'm starting to like Steve. He seems friendly enough and Nat and Wan told me he's good to women." Her dad chuckled. "Well, he doesn't have the label of promiscuity that other leaders do." He was right.

Steve Rogers never really had time for dating, too busy leading the salient mafia. Also, the thought of having women just for a night or two didn't sit right with him, so he never went in that direction. "Can I have this dance now?" As soon as the song changed Steve appeared on her side, holding his hand out. She smiled and took his hand.

He easily slid an arm around her waist as the music slowed. One hand around her waist and the other holding her hand in classic ballroom dancing position, he pulled her closer. She rested her head on his chest, the arm which was around his neck lowering to his middle. "I'll treat you well," Steve whispered as they languidly swayed in the middle of the room.

"I know. If it's not much, um, I think I'd like to take things slow…" she hinted, hoping he'd notice. And he did. "Of course, of course, we can do that. I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any way," he assured her. "Thank you, Mr Rogers," she mumbled. "My pleasure, Mrs Rogers." The rest of the ceremony was enjoyable to say the least.

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10 months had passed since the wedding.

Steve and Y/N were still taking things slow, against their own wishes.

It was a misunderstanding.

They loved each other; they really did, but they couldn't bring themselves to say the words to the other. Steve was purposely not making the first move, in fear that his wife would think he was rushing things. Y/N, on the other hand, had started severely doubting herself because 10 months have passed, does he not want to be with me anymore?

She was expecting him to make the first move, and he was expecting her to give him the permission first. It was annoying, to say the least. They were still friendly with each other, so Steve didn't pay much attention to the anxiety his wife was feeling. Y/N was beside herself with worry that had increased tenfold since... well, 15 minutes ago. She had overheard a conversation.

"So, how's Smith treating ya?"

"Same old, ya know. He has like 3 bitches as mistresses, thinks I don't know about 'em. Which mob man doesn't have a mistress in today's world, ha?"

"Preach, sister. I'd think even Rogers has one, heard somewhere that he and his little wife haven't even consummated their marriage. Probably doesn't even wanna be with her, he did marry her for the business."

"Mmhm, I agree. What about you, Lin?"

"Oh, Danny? Probably out there sleeping with Denise."

She didn't mean to eavesdrop on their personal conversation, but she couldn't help it. Mistress? She was familiar with the term, but what she was not familiar with was the fact that nearly all married mobsters had one. And when they mentioned Steve, she was done for. Crying, she had gone back to her room, collapsing on the bed, sobbing.

In her crying state, she failed to notice Steve also in the room as she raked her brain, thinking about all the times Steve had come home from work. He had given her no reason to believe that he had another woman, but what if he was just that good at hiding it? "Sweetheart? My love, why are you crying?" The bed dipped next to her.

Steve had just stepped out of the shower when his wife had thrown the door of their shared suite open, falling on the bed with a nerve-wracking sob. Why was she crying? "S-Steve…" she stammered and he pulled her on his lap, rocking her back and forth, getting her to calm down. It worked as Y/N's heart rate slowed down.

"Y/N, tell me, what happened? Who hurt you, tell me their names." Steve suddenly saw red at the prospect of someone hurting his wife. "N-No one hurt me, I just… I accidentally overheard a conversation I shouldn't have and—" She trailed off when her breath hitched. Steve soothingly rubbed her back, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

"What were they talking about?"

"Mistresses. One of the ladies said that nearly all mob men had mistresses and I— We haven't even consummated our marriage, haven't done anything besides kissing so I just thought— Do you have a mistress?" Her question shocked him. Him? Keeping a mistress when he had a wife he was head-over-heels for? "My darling, I love you."

She looked up at his words. "You do?" she mumbled, taking a deep breath. "Of course I do. The only reason I didn't say anything was because you told me, on the day of our wedding, that you wanted to take things slow. Before doing something, I needed your permission and that's why I haven't made a move on you." Y/N felt very silly all of a sudden.

"I'm so sorry for accusing you—"

He chuckled and shook his head. "Don't apologize to me, princess. Come here." He hugged her tightly, cradling the back of her head as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Do you know how many of my colleagues have asked me the same question?" She gently shook her head. "One too many. Do you know what I say to them each time?"

"No…"

"I say, why would I have a mistress when my wife makes me the happiest person on the planet? Why would I have a mistress when my wife is an angel personified? You guys are just jealous that she's mine and not yours." Y/N's skin burnt at his praise and she burrowed closer to him. "Steve," she muttered bashfully and felt him chuckle underneath her.

"Will you allow me to show you just how much I love you?"

"Yes."

He gently lowered her on the bed and hovered above her, one large hand coming to rest on her cheek. Then he made quick work of their clothes until they were bare in front of each other; Steve's eyes went wide with awe when he saw her body. "You are perfect," he declared, his warm hands grabbing every bit of skin it came in contact with as his lips touched her neck.

Y/N mewled underneath him when he shamelessly groped both her breasts, groaning. "So perfect. So beautiful. Only mine, my one and only," he whispered, pressing his lips to hers in a chaste kiss as he felt his shaft harden. "I love you," she blurted out as one of his hands found her core, his fingers scissoring her open, getting her ready for penetration.

"I love you too, my sweet," he smiled at her before lining his shaft against her core. He pushed in inch-by-inch, giving her some time to adjust to his size. He was bigger than anyone she had previously been with, much bigger. Y/N bit her lip to stifle a moan as he bottomed out inside her, grunting. "None of that," he rasped, "I want to hear you."

Y/N groaned when he lazily rotated his hips, not holding back, just like he asked. "That's it, baby girl. Just like that." He sped up inside her, grabbing the headboard of the bed, each snap of his hips sending waves of pleasure washing over Y/N. "Oh, Steve," she whimpered, her hands balling into fists around the bedsheets she was clutching, moving weightlessly against him.

"Are you close, my dear?" he growled when her walls clenched around him. She meekly nodded, throwing her head back as she tried to hold in. "Only one moment, love, I'm close too." His thrusts soon got sloppier. "Cum with me," he ground out before letting go, shooting his load inside her. Y/N came just moments later, her arms wrapping around Steve's shoulders when he slumped on her.

"There we go, our marriage is sealed," he joked and she laughed tiredly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Steve rolled off of her, smiling gently when he saw her drifting in and out of consciousness. "Go to sleep, I'm right here. I'll take care of you." He got up and walked to the closet, taking out a spare towel. Running it under some hot water, he sat next to her and cleaned her up.

Then he cleaned himself up, put on a pair of pyjama pants and lay down next to his sleeping wife, an automatic smile blooming on his face. He'd dreamed that their first time would be unforgettable, and it was, but he also wished it was… longer. God knew he was an insatiable man; but he also didn't want to pressure the woman he had grown to love.

There's always a next time, anyway.

"Sleep tight, my dear."

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

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xmarchwarden-of-lothlorienx · 3 years

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A World Away

Thranduil x fem!human!reader

Requested: Anonymous

Summary: “I want a modern reader thrown into mirkwood forest. Found and thrown into a cell by thranduil. During an escape attempt reader sees an animal and decides to rescue an animal and get caught by thranduil. He takes an interest and reader is treated as a guest. Thranduil starts falling for her and sends her to live with humans. “What did i do? Why are you sending me away?” And then during the battle of five armies she meets with thranduil again and fluff”

Warnings: a little swearing (like twice)

Authors Note: Splitting this into two parts so everyone can suffer (joking lol)

Edit: Not me trying to schedule this and realizing it didn’t post 🤦🏻‍♂️

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With every step, you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. Your adrenaline rush prevented you from noticing the sharp briars that tore at your skin and clothes. You could worry about that later. Your only concern now was making it out of this forest.

You had planned your escape from the Elvenkings dungeon for weeks. Today, the opportunity to put your plan into action had finally arisen. As you dodged fallen logs and low hanging branches, you thought of how you came to be here in the first place.

Your head was throbbing as you came to. You attempted opening your eyes, but the bright sunlight forced you to close them again. You could hear strange voices speaking in a foreign tongue. You attempted to move your hands, but they were bound. Forcing your eyes open a second time, you took in your unfamiliar surroundings.

You were in a forest, surrounded by men and women dressed in strange clothes. All of them had long hair that was intricately braided, revealing their...pointy ears? Okay, what on earth was happening here.

“Excuse me, but who are you people? Why am I here?” You voiced. One with blonde hair, you assumed he was their leader, snapped his head towards you.

“You were trespassing on our lands. You are now in the custody of King Thranduil. He shall decide your fate” You gulped. Oh lord, what had you done now?

You were ripped away from your thoughts when you tripped over something in your way.

“Shit!” You hissed at the pain now shooting up your leg. You turned and looked at what had caused you to fall. A small fawn lay trembling at your feet. It didn’t appear injured, but your conscience wouldn’t let you leave until you checked. You extended a hand to the fawn, but it flinched away. “C’mon, I won’t hurt you. I promise,” you reassured. As you were checking the animal over, the sound of a sword being drawn reached your ears. You turned to see the tall figure now standing behind you. You recognized him as one of the guards that had taken you prisoner when you arrived at this miserable place.

“I see we didn’t get very far,” the elf said sarcastically. You dropped your head in defeat.

“Damn my good conscience,” you thought.

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The first time you were before the Elvenking, he had been perched atop his throne. This time, you met him in his private study. He was seated in a large chair, sipping a glass of rich red wine. He appeared unbothered. You weren’t sure if anything could sway him.

“Leave us,” he commanded the guards placed at the doors. He took another long drink of his wine, then placed it on the table beside him. Neither of you spoke, and the silence was deafening. Thranduil took a deep breath and gestured to the seat adjacent from him, ”Sit.”

You obeyed, the large plush seat nearly swallowing you. You fiddled with your hands-noting that they had been left unbound this time.

“Do you have any idea what the punishment is for those that try to escape my prison?” He questioned. You shook your head in response, not trusting your voice to remain steady. “A more barbaric king would likely have you put to death.” Thranduil noticed you becoming more anxious. “But do not worry, I don’t plan on doing such a thing.”

“O-Oh?” You stuttered.

“You must be quite clever to have out maneuvered my guards,” Thranduil continued as he poured another glass of wine. “It was surprising to learn that your escape failed because you stopped to help a fawn.”

“It wasn’t my greatest decision,” you admitted.

“Perhaps, but I think it’s ultimately been in your favor,” Thranduil hummed.

“What do you mean?” You questioned.

“What I mean is that I’ve reconsidered my original sentence. I believe I may have been quick to judge when you were first brought before me,” Thranduil paused. “I hear of all the happenings in this forest. Humans are typically uncaring of those around them. Despite your situation, you stopped to help another in need of aid. Quite a noble trait to possess, yes?”

“Yes, I suppose,” you replied. You had never considered yourself noble before. Helping others had always felt like the right thing to do.

“If it would be no trouble, I should like you to remain in Mirkwood-as my guest.” There it was. The point that this conversation had been leading to.

“I-Really?” You exclaimed. Just when you thought you were starting to understand how this world worked, you were blind sided once again.

“If you have family you would rather return to, I understand. We would be more than willing to supply you for your journey-“

“Oh, no,” you cut him off (which surprised him). “It’s not that. I just wasn’t expecting it is all. I appreciate the offer, and I totally except.” You were glad to finally move on from being a prisoner. The treatment in Thranduils dungeon was alright, but a prison is still a prison after all.

“Well, then,” said Thranduil, pouring a second glass of wine. “Let’s drink to the hope of newfound friendship,” he offered the glass to you. You accepted and raised your glass to him. A possible friendship with the king? Oh, this was going to be a story to tell.

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Life in Mirkwood was very pleasant; spending your days exploring the endless gardens and library. You would share dinner with Thranduil once a week. Then twice a week. Then soon you would dine together most nights. You noticed how interested he was in your life-both before you came to Middle Earth and now.

What you didn’t notice were the whispers between the elves. Since the death of his queen, the king had been closed off. Now, he was showing such favoritism to a human woman. Sharing dinner with her. Strolling through the gardens together. Gifting her with clothes and her own dwelling. It wasn’t until Legolas brought it up did Thranduil notice how fond he had become of you.

“Ada?” Legolas asked one day.

“Yes?” Thranduil replied as he leafed through paperwork.

“I’ve seen you’ve become quite partial to (Y/N),” said Legolas.

“Hm, I suppose I have,” Thranduil paused from his work.

“Do you think you may have...romantic feelings for her?” Legolas hesitated before asking.

Thranduils eyes widened at what his son had said. “O-Of course not! Honestly, Legolas, I don’t see why you would say such things!” Legolas gave his father a look and turned to leave.

“If you say so,” Legolas teased before closing the door behind him.

Thranduil pondered over what Legolas had said. Yes-he could see it now. He had slowly become wrapped around your little fingers. Falling for you so slowly he didn’t even notice. He wanted to feel joy-could he have found a second companion at last? But he couldn’t help the guilt that clawed at his stomach. Many elves only married once. Though his wife was deceased, her soul still lingered in the Halls of Mandos. What then? Should he do you both a disservice and pursue his newfound love? Thranduil stood and paced the room, thinking of what he should do. Finally, he called to the guards outside the room. He had made his decision.

“How may we serve you, My King.”

“Tell Lady (Y/N) to pack her things. She must be gone by daybreak tomorrow. She is not to step foot in the Woodland Realm again, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

Thranduil felt sick. This was for your own good, he kept telling himself. To be with you would only hurt you both. It had to be this way.

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You wiped away your tears as you packed. You didn’t understand. Mirkwood was your home. Thranduil had become your closest friend, but now he was banishing you? You thought the Elvenking liked you, even entertained the thought that he more than liked you, but not now. Now you felt foolish. Of course it would never work. He was a stupidly handsome immortal king. You were a human girl from a different world.

You threw the last of your belongings into your bag. The guards escorted you out of the castle. Before the cart you were placed upon moved, you took one last look at the kingdom, trying to absorb every detail. The coachman urged the horses forward, and that was it. You would never see Thranduil again. As night fell, so did your tears.

Little did you know, you weren’t the only one who cried that night.

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milkypompon · 4 years

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟜 | ℙ𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕔 𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟 Zuko x Reader

*+:｡.｡𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒 ℍ𝕠𝕥 𝕊𝕚𝕗𝕦 ℍ𝕠𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕟｡.｡:+*

ℤ𝕦𝕜𝕠 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

< ℙℝ𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕆𝕌𝕊 || ℕ𝔼𝕏𝕋 >

𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋 𝕆𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝕀𝕊 ��𝕆𝕆𝕂

𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖 | Aang and Y/N are siblings who share powers, but Y/N was hidden from the Four Nation’s eyes to avoid the possibility of their separation. Then, Zuko meets the flamboyant and flirtatious Y/N for the first time at the Western Air Temple where he attempts to join the tight-knit Gaang.

[ℙℝ𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕆𝕌𝕊𝕃𝕐]

Zuko flopped over to fully face Y/N and grasped their wrist with a strong grip. Y/N was caught off guard, yelping as he yanked it close to his chest. Their faces hovered over each other’s, noses just inches apart.

[ℙℝ𝔼𝕊𝔼ℕ𝕋 𝕋𝕀𝕄𝔼]

The fast pace of shuffling shoes from outside the bedroom reached Zuko’s ears, causing him to loosen the grip on Y/N’s wrist. To his surprise, they didn’t pull away. Their eyes still hovered over his, holding their gaze as unspoken truths were laid out before them. The golden irises of Zuko reflected the morning light coming in from the carved window. A look that undoubtedly made Y/N want to shrink away.

Y/N could feel Zuko’s pulsating heartbeat beneath the hand they placed firmly over his chest to steady themself from the dizzying feeling that he casted over them. Y/N’s breath picked up, tickling his eyelashes.

Zuko wanted to blink and look away from the rising embarrassment, but he couldn’t bring himself to. His gaze fluttered down to Y/N’s soft lips, slightly agape. With a gentle hand, he smoothened the pad of his thumb over their chin. Allowing himself to feel the bare skin that warmed up his fingers.

Y/N felt a tug on the nape of their neck, an invitation for something forbidden, but never will be forgotten. He pulled them down gently, giving Y/N time to pull away if they wanted to. There was not a single hint of refusal or denial, allowing them to feel a sensation of a new yet familiar warmth that washed over their lips.

The contact emitted a gentle flickering flame, slowly but surely trickling through every part of their shared sensation. A gentle push and pull that drew out between their lips. A swirling feeling that made the thoughts of tomorrow a haze, only concentrating on today.

Only feeling the excitement of their beating hearts right now.

A deep hue sprinkled over Y/N’s cheeks, relentlessly growing darker as they pressed on a little longer. Their warm hand hovered over Zuko’s cheek, unsure if he wanted their touch. He pressed it down quietly giggling to himself.

For someone so cocky and flirty, who knew this would be their first kiss? Zuko thought.

“Ooo! Y/N’s getting some-” Sokka squealed. “Ow! Hey, let go!”

With a face contorted in annoyance, Katara dragged in Sokka by the ear. A vice grip that threatened to pull off a part of him.

Y/N, with a flustered face, stumbled as Zuko shoved them forward a little too hard. He slammed his head down onto the pillow and drew the thinning blanket over his reddening face.

Y/N cleared their throat, refusing to meet their gaze.

“So-” They dwindled their thumbs, attempting to avert their attention from the scene they just walked into.

Katara pinched the bridge of her nose, “THE ONE THING I ASK OF YOU!”

Y/N took sudden interest to the cracking concrete. “You didn’t blatantly say to not kiss Zuko…”

Sokka snorted quietly, earning a twist to the ear from his sister. Y/N glared at him now only realizing who the fucking tattle-tale was. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second.

“Bitch,” Y/N mouthed.

Sokka stuck his tongue out in return.

“Anyways! Where’s Toph and Aang?”

Two pairs of shuffling feet made their way to the rest of the Gaang. The pair’s chests heaved as if they’d been trying to catch up with a furious looking Katara and horror-stricken Sokka.

Toph rested her hand on the bedroom opening, Aang gripping her shoulder to balance his swirling head.

“Present!” Toph shouted. Aang hummed in approval.

“Y/N, don’t try to change the subject!” Katara let go of Sokka, who rubbed his reddening ear.

Zuko allowed everything to play out, a pang of guilt hit him as he realized that he was still under the sheet, allowing Y/N to take the embarrassment head on. He admired this about them, despite the consequences, their mind is only set on finding a way out of a situation that was getting out of hand. But, to Zuko’s dismay, he was partially responsible for this.

He peeped his eyes out.

Aang caught the nervous look in them. He jutted his thumb behind him.

Zuko’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Leave while you still can!” Aang whispered a little too loudly. Katara whipped his head back to glare at him, giving her an apologetic smile.

“Good job, Twinkle-Toes,” Toph hissed and elbowed his stomach.

Zuko couldn’t take the suffocating tension, more so awkwardness hanging about in the air.

He cleared his throat. “Well, now that everyone is here…”

Y/N took a few careful steps back, already knowing the reaction of the Gaang .

“I won’t be much help to the Avatar,” He finished.

Toph pointed up a finger. “Correction, Avatars”

The room stood still, everyone was stunned from the reveal.

Zuko propped himself up, slowly sitting. “H-Huh?”

Toph shrugged her shoulders. “He was gonna find out eventually and plus, I thought he already realized that after yesterday.”

He swung his legs down to the floor to stabilize himself. He looked around him, finally resting his gaze over to Y/N’s tilted head.

“C-Could someone fill me in?”

Y/N clasped their hands behind them and made their way to Zuko whose face was buried in his palms.

“Well, fellow hotman.” Y/N plucked a stray piece of Zuko’s black locks and tucked it behind his ear. He looked up and was met with the annoyingly confident smirk that they always held around him.

“While you were out cold, or should I say hot because fire was surrounding you… Aang and I went into the Avatar state.”

His eyebrows furrowed deeply. “But how-”

Y/N put their pointer finger against Zuko’s lips. “Ssh, ssh. Listen!”

“Because I am the second Avatar!” Y/N pressed their nose to Zuko’s. A small boop!, accompanied by a giggle escaped their lips.

He leaned back and clawed his nose. “A lifetime with two… How is that even possible?”

Y/N formed a circle with one hand and a pointer finger with the other. “Well, when you have a female and male-”

Aang interrupted, “OKAY! What did you have to tell us?” He pushed his way through the door and stood next to his sibling.

For once, Zuko felt small under his gaze. Aang did so with no intention to intimidate him, but after all that the Fire Prince has done to them, he least he could do was show them the art of the uncontrollable. But now, for the first time, he had no direction in his life.

Zuko started off with a more or less steady royal life. He was treated with respect by the utmost powerful leaders of the nations to the lowly peasants that traversed through the streets of Ba Sing Se. Then, off he went to capture the Avatar for his father. A jaw-clenching chore that made him into the fool he was today. Easily swayed by the emotions he propelled himself. Zuko was bent this way and that by the people around him.

The only time he fully trusted his emotions in the hands of another was with Uncle Iroh. A respectable man who he wished he could call his own Father. Iroh became a mediator between Zuko’s outburst of emotions and the things he desired most.

And at this moment, he wanted, no, needed the feeling of being loved and return it.

By Y/N.

Zuko gulped, struggling to the find the right words to relay an unnerving message,

“The so-called firebender can’t bend his own shit! Puff the Magic Dragon could destroy more than Zuko can at this rate,” Sokka pipped up.

Katara gasped, “EVEN AFTER YESTERDAY?”

Zuko groaned and placed his face down into his palms once again, “Can everyone stop referring to YESTERDAY? All of you are saying it as if I remember!”

Everyone became silent, save for a few defeated sighs.

Zuko felt the mattress dip under him, he craned his neck to the side to see Y/N’s eyes suddenly perk up with delight.

“SOKKA’S RIGHT!” Y/N shouted.

“Wow, Y/N. Event that’s a little too mean for me,” Sokka’s eyebrows shot up.

Toph caught on. “No, no, listen. Zuko needs to go back to the original source of firebending.”

Zuko muttered under his breath, “Dragons.”

Y/N smirks and bumped his shoulders with him.

“Hot and smart.”

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smilingleoo · 4 years

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Seokjin Drabble-He cheats on you and the regrets it

Request: Hello love! Can i have broke up series with jin? Maybe it's only 3 parts or 5. Like he's cheating and then regret it 😊😊 i love your writings :33

Author’s Note: Hello! Sorry but I can’t turn it into more than one chapter because I have a lot of other requests, hope you can understand :) I’m also really sorry for the amount of time I’m taking to actually write but K’ve been dealing with some stuff and I have little-to-none time! Well, having said that...enjoy!!!

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“This is wrong”-Seokjin though as he unclaspped another woman’s bra skillfully. He dragged his full lips through the bare skin of her long neck, planting tender kisses as if she was his lover. But she was not because he already had a partner waiting expectantly for him to arrive home. He was selfishly abusing your undeniable trust by sleeping with other people and was not even feeling an ounce of guilt-“And I know this is wrong”

The woman slid out of his reach and started unbottoning Jin’s pants, her lustful stare conquering every inch of his desire. He sighed and encouraged her with a slight groan when she reached the fabric of his underwear, teasing him while caressing his crotch through the damp cloth.

It for sure was wrong, but he loved every moment of his sin.

()

“Oh, baby”-you exclaimed happily through the kitchen-“You’re already up! I was just making some breakfast...If you can wait for two more minutes, it’ll be done and we can eat together”

“Sorry, I have to go now”-he spoke grabbing an apple from the counter and dashing out of the room. You followed him with your stare, slightly annoyed by his rudeness. You had noticed his strange demanour ever since he came back from the studio three days ago. He had come not only exhausted, which you concluded it was from practice, but also extremely absentminded and distant. The days after were cold too; his morning kisses were gone and the long, lovely messages that would pop on your phone’s screen disappeared.

The longing in your heart was stronger than any thought invading your mind. It was tough having a boyfriend who didn’t even show you love. Did he have any left for you? You weren’t sure anymore.

The day went on as usual, you worked the most part of it. However, you still returned home earlier than Seokjin, which was normal. You left your things on the little shelf stuck on the entrance wall and directed yourself to the bedroom, changing into some comfortable clothes before grabbing your phone and plopping yourself on the couch.

You scrolled through social media for nearly an hour and started to get worried when you didn’t receive any messages from your boyfriend. Although he had been distant for a while now, he never failed to text you if he couldn’t make it for dinner. Worriedly, you searched for Namjoon’s number and dialed the leader with no hesitation.

“Hi, Y/N!”-he greeted you. Namjoon loved you dearly and you cared for him equally. He was extremely happy that his best friend had actually found such an incredible partner to be by his side. Therefore, when you explained why you had called, his frown came as quick as lightning-“He excused himself earlier than usual because he said he had an anniversary date with you”

You had fallen silent.

“Y/N?”

“I’ll call you later”-you struggled to keep your breathing steady-“Thanks for the help, Joon”

“Y/N, wait-”-but you had already ended the call.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as uncertainly conquered your chest, wrenching every inch of space for air to come into your lungs. Your world started trembling and you clutched your shirt for any kind of support. Breathing became impossible and, out of anger as well as disappointment, you had plummeted on the floor struggling to move your body from its sitting position against the wall.

He couldn’t be cheating on you, right?

Your trembling fingers tapped on his contact name and the signature beeping of the call deafened you. One time, two times, three times-you counted every annoying sound the device made. You waited patiently, even though you had ran out of it a long time ago, closing your eyes in the meantime. It stung, everything burnt and ached inside you. Your heart was broken, your energy was drained and your head spinned when suddenly someonepicked up the phone.

“Hello?”-a woman’s groggy voice mumbled through the phone.

“I-Is Kim Seokjin there?”-his name tasted like venom in your mouth. She hummed affirmatively and then shuffling noises were heard, until his soothing voice rung-“Who am I talking to?”

“Don’t even bother coming back home”-you screamed. Everything you had done for him, all the things, opportunities and dreams you had postpone just so you could be with him a little longer. All your support, all your trust, all your love were made out of the most fragile paper and he had burnt them all with just a single flame; lust-“I’ll pack your things and put them outside. I want them gone by tomorrow.”

“Y/N, please! Let me explain...”-he begged.

“Oh! Now you want to talk, Seokjin?”-you laughed-“Now you want to discuss things because you’ve been caught? Save your words for your new woman’s dirty talk, babe. Maybe they’ll be of better use”

And you ended the call.

()

“Aren’t you going to talk to me, Namjoon?”-Seokjin questioned as his friend shook his head disapprovingly-“I cheated on Y/N, not you!”

“They’re my best friend too, Seokjin!”-he screamed-“They didn’t deserve it and you know it! But you are so damn arrogant that you won’t admit it, will you? God, they gave you everything and you just had to mess things up? Why couldn’t you just break up?”

Seokjin didn’t answer. Truthfully, he had been scared. He knew how wonderful you were, how much you would give and do for him. He could say he had taken advantage of such blind love, such trust. But he would be lying for he, in fact, feared the mere though of being alone. He couldn’t think about the what if’s and his future without a partner he could come home to. Maybe he wasn’t in love with you anymore yet he was enamored with what a romantic relationship had to offer him-“Bacause I couldn’t let her go”

“You sound like a psychopath”-Namjoon said.

“Maybe I am”-Seokjin sighed, sitting down while ruffling his hair. Namjoon, reluctantly, took the free spot besides him and snuggled further into the couch’s comfort-“I hate losing her, Namjoon”

“At least you regret it...”-the leader mumbled-“I know it won’t solve things but maybe leave them a message? I guess that would make you less of an asshole”

“Thanks for the support”-Seokjin tolled his eyes.

“Oh, you know you deserve that and more”-Namjoon snickered before pushing himself off the couch and out of the room.

“Yeah, I kind of do”

()

Even though he was the one who ruined the relationship in the first place, Seokjin couldn’t help but feel lost without you in his life. He would get home from a day packed with work, hoping he could eat a homemade dinner prepared by you, only to meet an empty table and cold takeaway in the fridge.

Classy.

He put himself through this life, though. Seokjin knew what he was doing when he decided to sleep with other people. He was fully aware of his mistake and, therefore, consequence but he chose to ignore them for the mere pleasure those actions implied.

He hadn’t seen you since you left. He thought you had changed your life’s course, opting to do things that maybe you couldn’t have done if you stayed with him. Did he feel happy about it? Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t...he wasn’t sure about it.

“Seokjin-ah!”-Hoseok called out-“Are you paying attention?”

The choreography wasn’t even that hard yet Seokjin couldn’t manage to get a single step right. Namjoon, noticing his friend’s poor performance, decided to call for a brief water-break. When everyone went to look for their stuff, Namjoon approached Seokjin and asked-“What’s happening?”

“I don’t know”-Seokjin answered. The eldest sighed, annoyed with himself and his unforgiving emotions, and drink a long sip from his water bottle-“I sometimes wish I hadn’t cheated on them, Namjoon”

“But you don’t miss them, specifically”-the leader explained-“You missed what they did for you...”

But Seokjin wasn’t sure anymore.

You had stuck around with the group, since you had a built a strong bond with most of them. You brought meals, snacks and even pampered Jungkook with those delicious banana milk you specially bought just for him. Saying he was slightly jealous was lessening the whole ordeal. Seokjin’s anger was boiling.

Worst of it all, you seems totally unfazed by his presence. You would Emeterio the room, smile to everyone-even him, the piece of shit who treated you like trash-and continue on with your tasks. Continue on with your life...a life withou him.

“Y/N, you remembered!”-Hoseok smiled as he hugged you from the side. You giggled, which was the most comforting sound Seokjin had heard, and proceeded to send a quick message on you phone. Hoseok’s phone pinged and, out of curiosity, everyone peaked their head forward-“She made a Tik Tok promoting my new mixtape”

“Yeah, I’m not the best dancer”-she scratched the back of her neck-“But I can nail some easy moves!”

“Are you kidding? This is awesome!”-Jungkook vibes with the catchy song as his eyes lit up while your body swayed. Taehyung agreed with a concentrated nod, scanning the screen of the youngest’s phone. Jimin winced at a drastic hip rol and Seokjin frowned because it was his ex-partner they were ogling at-“Those hops are smooth, Y/N! Maybe you should teach us how to loosen up”

“Don’t get too excited kiddo, they’re my-”

“I’d love to!”-you exclaimed, glancing Seokjin’s for a brief second. He immediately understood his mistake and decided to exit the room, resting his back on the cold wall. He needed to stop thinking about you and your stupid ways of making his heart smile. Otherwise, it would be absolutely impossible to forgive himself for cheating on you.

“Seokjin?”-your sweet voice called for him. He automatically titled his head to hear you better, coming face-to-gave with your delicate features he had missed so much. He had come to adore how your gaze soften up with every single caress of someone’s whispers. However, this time, your cold-stone stare pierced his every sense. He backed away slightly-“I just wanted to make something clear”

His eyebrows shot upwards-“I’m still hurt, you know. What you did broke me, entirely. I’m pretty sure you don’t see it that way but it was extremely painful. I’m not trying to play the victim here, though. Everyday I wake and ask myself if I’m even good enough to go outside since the only person I’d fully trusted changed me from some sex. But I keep going and I’m still here, facing you. Facing what caused me so much damage. And you? You’re trying to act as if things were still like before. You’re selfish, Seokjin. You’re a beautiful guy, believe me, and I’m really in live with you but you’re just too into your own feelings. You keep on missing me, I notice, but have you ever asked yourself if I missed you? If I was okay?”

He bit his lip.

“I guess not”-you sighed-“Goodbye, Seokjin”

And as you walked down the hallway, unforgettable perfume tinting the air between both of you, Seokjin never felt so utterly lost.

“Goodbye, Y/N”

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leiainhoth · 3 years

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Work summary: For so long, Din fought the reality of giving the child up, giving him to the jetii and moving on. He had prepared for it, packed a bag and left it all behind, so his son could have the life he deserved. All until he didn't have to. Or the one where Luke rescues Grogu on Tython, and Din rescues Luke in return.

Chapter summary: Luke, Din and the child continue their journey to Mos Espa, and Din makes a startling discovery

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The pre-dawn light stirs Luke from a dream, and he rises with a grin. It was the sixth morning of their journey, the sixth day of traversing the desert waste of Tatooine with strangers and friends alike, and he was enjoying it. Surely more than one should enjoy journeying across dunes on the back of a bantha. But he was. He was at peace— true peace— perhaps for the first time since he had left Tatooine in the first place all those years ago.

There was peace to be had, even when Luke thought himself incapable of relaxing outside of his morning meditations, this was it. This was what he had been searching for, this feeling, this realization that his endless searching would never be victorious. That perhaps what he needed was to be still, be still and listen.

The force was like the wind, here. It ebbed and flowed, the energy of all living things tangled in a web, connecting each and every thing to another. It swelled around Grogu, the child small in his father's lap, dipping and swaying around the Mandalorian. Luke looked within, pleased and in awe of the feeling of oneness that the force had always given him. There was still so much Luke didn't know. So many secrets and techniques that had been lost, fallen to time. He wanted to learn, wanted to listen, but his world was so noisy, engines and footsteps and clanging metal. There was no use for the force on Chandrila, on Coruscant, on any of the core worlds. Whatever the Jedi order used to be before the war was gone, now. It was up to Luke to decide how it would continue; if it would continue, the future of the Jedi was in his hands.

It was a lot of pressure, Luke thought with a reflective exhale, a pressure that had been placed on him with the expectation that he would fulfill it. But he was older, now. Not necessarily wiser, but perhaps warier. Less anticipatory, more thankful; not often expectant of good things to come his way. It made him feel old, and Leia had teased him about it when he told her. But he was a Jedi master, damn it. What the order looked like, what it felt like, was up to him. And nothing Leia could say would change his mind.

Luke opened his eyes from his musings and looked around, not that there was much to look at. They were still far enough from Mos Espa that the landscape was unfamiliar. And even if he had, as a youth trapped here, he wasn't focused on the sand so much as the sky. Wishing beyond his wildest hopes that one day he'd be able to pilot something better than a landspeeder or a skyhopper, that he'd join the Academy and never have to step foot on Tatooine again.

It was a dream he had garnered for much of his childhood, unaware of his father's prowess as a pilot beyond what Owen and Beru had told him. Unaware, but still hopeful that there was something greater waiting for him out there.

But that was years ago, Luke thought with a pain of nostalgia, almost ten years. He wasn't a youth anymore, and any great hopes he held for his future were quiet ones. Find more force-sensitive younglings, set up a temple on a peaceful planet. Spend time with his sister, and Han and Lando, try and keep his droids running smoothly and his lightsaber in one piece. He wanted a life for himself that was different than that of a rebellion hero, something…predictable, something still. Something with a garden and a familiar bed, and… if he could be selfish, perhaps a companion. Someone to keep him company, someone to love and cherish and grow old with. Luke wanted that life, a quiet life.

He had spent his years in the rebellion being what the alliance needed him to be; a damn good pilot, a leader, an example: the poster boy for hope and peace across the galaxy. But he wasn't that man anymore. He didn't want to be a hero; he wanted peace . Because with heroism came fame, recognition; Luke didn't want people to come up to him and thank him for his service. He didn't want those he didn't know to shake his hand and congratulate him on what he did for the rebellion. He didn't want the insignia of the damn Death Star painted on the starboard wing of his X-wing, a concrete and constant reminder of what he had done in the name of the rebellion.

A million souls had died that day, and there were still nights Luke woke up in a cold sweat imagining their fiery deaths. Still times when he sat down suddenly in great pain, still moments where he was overcome with the overwhelming swells of grief and loss. Leia tried to comfort him, as did the droids in the medbay after he came to that day. It wasn't your fault, they told him, pressing the personal comm code for the rebellion psychologist into his palm. You did what had to be done. More people would've died, whole systems would have been destroyed had we not done it first.

We , they had said, and Luke remembered. Had not we done it first. But there was no we, was there? There were the half dozen pilots behind him, and later Han and Chewie in the Falcon, but it was Luke who made the shot and ended it all. Luke, who would hold those souls with him for the rest of his days.

And all because Luke wanted to be a hero, all because he wanted nothing more than to leave when all that he had ever truly needed was at hand, sitting on a moisture farm in Tatooine.

It was easy to say it was all behind him; the war was over. He was lucky that so many of his friends had survived, that he still had his X-wing and Artoo and Chewie and Han and Leia, but…something was missing. Of course, he had lost friends; he wasn't the only man to be orphaned and alone. But it wasn't just that; it was companionship that Luke craved. A companion who didn't care that he was Luke Skywalker of the rebel alliance, who didn't mind the lightning scars on his arms and belly, someone who didn't care he had a missing hand and debilitating nightmares; someone who wouldn't ask questions he didn't want to answer. Someone to joke with him, to care for him, someone who would hold him tight and not let him go.

Luke remembered crumbling the comm code in his palm, nodding to the droid so they would leave, promising to himself that he'd never call them no matter how bad it got. He couldn't bear the pity in their eyes, the looks of disappointment when they saw him for who he truly was. As if he'd let them down; as if the great impenetrable Luke Skywalker was a fluke, not a hero, just a kid from Tatooine with strange powers and a good trigger finger. He wasn't all that they thought he was.

And so, for five years, he tried to forget.

And frankly speaking, he was more or less successful. He watched with pride and happiness as Leia, and the other generals in the rebellion became the pillars of the New Republic, stood by their side when Han and Leia wed. He had held his twin's hand and congratulated her on her pregnancy, and when Ben Solo was born with early signs of force-sensitivity, promised to teach him the ways of the Jedi. And others did the same; his friends settled down with partners and friends, started families and adopted orphans from every corner of the galaxy. Started a new life, and Luke watched with a feeling close to loneliness as he failed to do the same.

It wasn't that he wasn't interested; there were more than one pilot and hotshot with a blaster he had taken a fancy to over the course of the war. Luke wasn't the only one to sneak a bedfellow into his compartment after dark, but it wasn't what he wanted. He wanted something deeper, something less desperate, something more than a stolen kiss in a cupboard and fumbling hands in the dark. Luke wanted something, someone , he could hold tightly, someone to comfort him, to stand by him; someone who didn't sleep with Luke Skywalker for the rights to goading brags at sabacc tables and crowded cantinas. As if was a pawn, just another ace in an X-wing with no future and no past and no interest in living beyond the moment.

Leia tried to set him up once or twice, but Luke hadn't taken her up on it. He wasn't interested in senators or state officials, less so in their stories about the war. DIdn't they get it? Didn't they understand that all Luke wanted to do was to forget? Move on? He didn't want to be the grand hero for the rest of his days? Why couldn't anyone understand that all Luke wanted was for others to treat him like a person? Not a legend, not a hero, but just as himself?

And then, out of nowhere, he received the distress call from Tython; and everything changed in a moment. His ill-timed philosophical musings of a better life put on hold for a child calling desperately for help.

The cost had been his X-wing and Artoo, who (no doubt) would have words to share with Luke when they returned to rescue him, but it had been worth it.

Because now, he had friends.

Friends who neither knew nor cared that he was Luke Skywalker of the rebel alliance; Luke Skywalker, the man who blew up the Death Star. Luke Skywalker, the Jedi, the last Jedi in the galaxy, and Darth Vader's son. They didn't know, they didn't mind. They treated Luke as one of their own with no questions asked. To them, he was just that, Luke , and who he was to them was who he was inside. The one with an eye for mechanics, a love of flying, a fair knowledge of desert flora and fauna. He was Grogu's teacher, Scoeeri and Laele's friend. He was Varre's companion as Grogu played with her baby, A'vod and Cor's helper into the underground cave network Luke had definitely not known existed. He was the mechanic who helped Cobb Vanth with his modified speeder when it broke down the night before.

But to the Mandalorian, it was strangely unclear. What was Luke to him?

Surely a friend, Luke thought with careful consideration, trying not to be nosy and look behind him to see for himself. He was intelligent, but quiet, kind. Soft and generous with those around him, despite the thick armour about him at all times. They were friends, right? The man trusted Luke to watch his child, to teach him the ways of the Jedi. All Luke had done was meditate with the child, but so far, Grogu's father had accompanied them every morning, exiting the tent he and the child shared fully armoured with the baby in his arms. It became more difficult to focus with the Mandalorian so near (damn, his thoughts were blinding), but Luke tried. But even as he did, even as he taught the child about the bond he was forming between them, he couldn't ignore the primary strand Grogu had. Luke could feel the golden strands connecting Grogu to his father twist and fold together with time, evolving from strings to cords to bolts, impenetrable. And this man was apparently just that, not force-sensitive at all.

There was something amused in Grogu's consciousness when Luke asked the boy about it. Clearly, the baby knew something Din didn't, but he didn't pry. Whatever it was that had brought Grogu and his father together had been formed in and amongst significant loss. Grogu had told Luke about the day his father adopted him, describing the feelings of warmth and oneness he experienced whenever his father held him close. The warmth the baby exuded through the force when he spoke about his buir was blinding, and when the child asked about Luke's buir, his parents, he deflated with a brush of pain at the loss he had experienced. He didn't want to shock the child, but he told him that his parents were gone, passed on; but they had loved Luke very much.

The child sent a wave of understanding and affection, and Luke felt a small hand grip his own. Together, the baby seemed to say, his eyes wide and open. Even if you have no buir of your own, my family is yours to share.

Luke let his eyes drift shut, a smile widening as a tear slipped down his cheek. What would it be, Luke wondered, his mind struggling to face the impossible, what would it be to take what had been offered? What would it be to have a family of his own?

Luke thought of the baby's father, the warmth Luke felt whenever he considered him. He and the child were so happy together, so content to stay close, and it brought a laugh to his throat when Luke remembered when the Mandalorian tossed his child in the air for his amusement when he carved figures out of tough stalks of grass for the children to play with. More so when he and his companion were alone, but Luke didn't quite know what to think about that.

It was easier to talk when the air was still, and the world was dark, Luke decided, trying not to look too much into his and the Mandalorian's time together. He remembered asking, just that morning, in fact, if his companion could teach him the language of the Tuskens. It had been an innocent enough inquiry, stemming from nothing but good intentions. For the whole time he'd known her, Luke had been using the force to read the baseline level of Varre's thoughts and emotions to communicate with her. He still felt uneasy about it and wanted to speak freely when Grogu and her baby played together. But the Mandalorian had stuttered out something unintelligible, gesturing strangely before Luke got the message. Too far. It was just as well, he supposed he could ask Cobb. Even the basics would be better than nothing.

But there was something to be said for having an excuse to spend more time with his companion. Luke enjoyed his company; it was simple, complimentary. The Mandalorian didn't ask prying questions, didn't seem to want anything of him other than his companionship. In the soft evening light when the day's travel was done, they sat together and watched the suns set, Grogu often lulling in his father's arms. It was in these times that Luke spoke, knowing that the Mandalorian wouldn't mind. He talked about his childhood spent not far from here, his family, his sister. Spoke about how proud he was of Grogu's growth in the short time they had been together, joked about the funny expression on Laele's face when he caught Cobb staring at him.

His companion laughed a little at that. Luke felt his chest warming, the deep tones of his laugh raising a blush to Luke's cheeks. Was that all it took to make him laugh? It had been funny, Cobb's expressions were longing and soft, and it was nice to take the piss out of someone else, for a change. For so innocent a recollection, for so simple a reason, his companion had laughed; and Luke wanted nothing more than to hear him do it again.

When they hitched up their bantha's the next morning to begin, Luke couldn't help but feel an itch on the back of his neck and turned without thinking to see the Mandalorian looking right at him. Luke had never found it difficult to understand his companion's expressions even with the helmet but blushed anyway. Even the implication that the Mandalorian had been looking in his direction was enough to bring a stuttering breath to Luke's chest. The suns were bright; perhaps he didn't notice the flush that had settled across Luke's face. Or maybe he had; Luke thought with a strange lurch in his gut; the Mandalorian didn't look away but tilted his head in recognition instead.

Kriff, how was he supposed to turn away?

Luke closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing, turning his head firmly in front of him, refusing to budge his position no matter how much he might want to.

Luckily or not, their journey across the dunes was much the same as it always was, the steps of his bantha slow and lurching, massaging and opening Luke's sit bones and hip joints in a way they hadn't ever been massaged before. A sand crawler appeared in the far north-east, and Luke jerked at the sound of A'Vor, Cobb and the Mandalorian drawing their rifles.

Luke started at the sound of Grogu protesting in the Mandalorian's saddlebag. He turned, catching his companion's eye with what he hoped to be wordless understanding, halting his bantha in his tracks to let the Mandalorian catch-up.

"Can you," the Mandalorian said softly, not wishing the others to overhear. "Can you convince the Jawas to stay away?"

Luke nodded, "If you want me to. Do you want me to take the child? You'll need both hands to use your rifle,"

"Yes," the Mandalorian said, handing Luke the squirming child. Luke sent a wave of calm to the baby and felt him settle in Luke's lap, unhappy and concerned but willing to remain quiet for the time being. Luke took a deep breath, steadying his mind before reaching out across the sand, feeling inside him a flurry of activity. He had never fully mastered the Jedi mind tricks he had seen Ben perform; they felt so invasive, so personal, to actively work against one's will to achieve his ends. Luke didn't think the Jawas would mind, and at the very least, they owed him from the last time he was on Tatooine. He felt only a twinge of guilt in redirecting them to the southwest, far away from their little caravan.

"They seem to be turning," Cobb said from ahead of them, a pair of binocs in his hands. Luke blinked his eyes open with a smile.

"Imagine that," the Mandalorian said, and Luke smiled, pleased. Cobb lowered his blaster, and the Mandalorian did the same, lowering his heavy pulse rifle to its holster on the side of his bantha.

"Can I keep the child for the morning?" Luke asked, looking down at Grogu, calming down now that his father was still. "He could use a change of scenery."

"If you'd like to," the Mandalorian said but then hesitated, fishing in his saddlebag for something. "He's fine in the satchel, but I have a head covering for him."

That was how Luke found himself fixing a canvas hat to the baby's head, laughing at its floppy brim and too wide chin strap as the baby cooed at this strange thing on his body.

"It's a hat, Grogu," Luke said, adjusting the garment so it didn't fall. "It'll keep you safe in the sun; your dad doesn't want you to get sunburnt,"

Luke understood the hesitancy; he had applied a sunblock patch every day of his life before he left Tatooine and resumed the habit now that he'd returned without a hitch. But Luke recalled the Mandalorian's hesitancy in applying on onto the child, unsure if it would irritate his skin or cause a rash. Luke had watched with affection, helping the Mandalorian drape the baby in his tunics so the beating suns would stay off the child's skin. Grogu didn't seem to mind and was fascinated with this strange fabric in front of his face.

"Keep it on, Grogu, that's it," Luke said with a laugh, settling the baby between himself and the saddle horn. "Look, I have one too!"

Grogu turned and smiled toothily at Luke's sun gear, babbling happily about everything and nothing and all of the things around.

Luke felt the Mandalorian's gaze on him for the entirety of the morning, and when Luke turned with the pretence of showing the baby where his father was, Luke flushed, a hesitant smile on his face.

continued

#dinluke #family bonding #din djarin/luke skywalker #din djarin x luke skywalker #IJADIHIM-xXxVioletSkyxXx

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headcanons for the hxh adult trio with a fem s/o that’s more powerful than them? (each with their own s/o!) ty in advance !

- hisoka would be thrilled to say the least. he’s come across strong people like chrollo or ilumi, but a lover that is stronger than him? hisoka’s going to enjoy the thrill of it.

- he’s going to pick fights with you, just to see the angry look on your face as you threaten to kill him, and then take the opportunity to propose a fight between the both of you as a show of power.

- you could be sitting and watching a movie with him and he’ll switch of the television at the climax, just to see the angry look on your face which he adores to death.

- lots and lots of play fights. hisoka’s not going to seriously kill you, but he’s going to constantly play fighting with you, like tackling you onto the bed or just showcasing his skills and taunting you.

- “what’s wrong, y/n?” hisoka taunts as he releases his bloodlust. “scared?”

- “i swear, hisoka, i am going to kill you one day.”

- “oh? so you don’t want to kill me now?” he continues.

- hisoka’s going to make you join the heavens arena with him, just so he can challenge you later on since he’s sure that you’re capable of becoming a floor master.

- if you agree, hisoka would eagerly count down the days when he’ll finally be able to fight you, his darling, in front of so many people. if you don’t want to join heavens arena, hisoka’s going to pester you about it, but will eventually give up if you stand firm.

- you’ll have to constantly be prepared from any surprise attacks from your lover. for all you know, the both of you could be making dinner together when he’ll attach his bungee gum to a pot or pan and throw it at you.

- hisoka loves to get under your skin and make you snap so you’ll give him what he wants- a fight with you.

- mans gets absolutely turned on the minute you glare at him and/or threaten to kill him. he’s going to stand there right in front of you with a smile on his face.

- “hmm, i adore that look on your face, my beautiful y/n.”

- being stronger than hisoka also means there would be a lot of fighting for dominance. this includes in bed and outside of it. whatever the both of you do, it’ll always result in a fight for dominance, and hisoka is going to make it worse.

- “if i win, you’ll have to obey me and do anything i want for a day.” hisoka smiles eerily at you.

- and he’s going to do whatever it takes for you to lose.

- as much of a playful lover he is, hisoka would be put at ease knowing that you can protect yourself from danger and threats whenever there is a need to. that way, he can run off to somewhere else for a longer period of time without having to worry about his precious darling.

- illumi’s going to be okay with you being stronger or weaker than him, although he’ll be a little surprised to know that he’s seeing someone that can overpower him.

- once he knows how strong you are, he’s going to ask for your hand in marriage- and then proceed to start a family with you as soon as possible in order to raise future assassins worthy to continue the Zoldyck family line and reputation.

- if you aren’t sure that you want to marry illumi, he’ll still inform kikyo and silva to get rid of any potential partners as he’s already found one.

- illumi is well aware that a gem like you is a one in a million, so he’s going to obsessively keep track of you and whatever you’re doing. he knows that you can protect yourself, but he’s still going to watch over you and get rid of anyone that might jeopardize his relationship with yours.

- not only that, he’ll also bring you over to the Zoldyck estate for dinner at any chance gets. that way, his parents can get to know you better, and at the same time, he’s going to use his little siblings to get close to you and make you feel attached.

- in addition, Killua and Kalluto would no doubt love having you around during dinner times, and would stick close to you and ask you or sorts of questions as you stroll around the estate or spend the night there with illumi.

- Killua would take this chance to tease the hell out of his oldest brother.

- “how does it feel being stronger than the oldest child of the Zoldyck family, y/n?”

- “i bet you can kill illumi, right?how about sticking one of his own needles into him?” Killua teased, earning an annoyed look from his oldest brother.

- kalluto would be the one that would be the most attached to you, especially if you’re kindhearted and gentle towards him. as a Zoldyck, he and his brothers have never experienced affection before, so if you show him any, the young boy would stick to you like glue, either observing you or asking you tons of questions, much to illumi’s annoyance. poor illumi planned to spend the time with you, but his adorable brothers would end up stealing you away from him.

- on the rare occasion that Milluki does come out of his room, he’s going to stick to your side like Killua and Kalluto does, and would invite you into his room and proudly showcase his different figurines and cut-out boards of his favorite character, or he’ll take up your attention at the dinner table to show you his latest invention.

- even though you know nobody is allowed to visit Alluka, if you manage to convince silva and illumi, you’ll be able to get a limited time with Alluka. She would no doubt be surprised to see a foreign face, since the butlers were the only ones to go into her room to bring her food at meal times. Alluka would be her usual self, cheerful and adorable around you. like the rest of her siblings, she’ll want you to be around as you play with her. however, you usually don’t stick around for more than 5 minutes, and illumi would be near the door, stiffening every time Alluka asks you a question. Illumi knows how dangerous it can get, so he’ll pick you up and carry you out of the room before you can even react.

- likewise, his parents would adore you. they’re going to ask you lots of questions like how typical parents do, and would do their best to have you as their daughter-in-law. with someone strong like you getting together with the oldest Zoldyck son, the next generation of Zoldycks would no doubt be better than before, and the world isn’t- and will never be ready for it.

- being stronger than illumi would also give him the excuse to ask you to train with him, and sometimes he would bring you along to one or two of his jobs, so he can spend time with you afterwards without his younger siblings that would snatch you away from illumi the minute they know that you’re visiting.

- no matter what, illumi would be at ease, knowing that he has such a strong and independent woman by his side, and he’ll be sure to never let you slip through his hands.

- chrollo doesn’t really mind if you’re weaker or stronger than him. if you manage to catch the eye of the leader of the most notorious gang of thieves, it is already considered impressive.

- however, no matter how strong you are, chrollo would manipulate you into joining the phantom troupe and using you to carry out missions along with the rest of the troupe. chrollo has no remorse or whatsoever for using you for his benefit as he knows you can protect yourself, but he would sometimes stop you from going on missions that could even put your life in danger.

- chrollo knows that you’re able to take care of yourself, so he’ll allow you to roam around without him. however, he’s going to sent one or two spiders to secretly follow you to make sure you are’t being put in the slightest danger. chrollo simply cannot have someone like you being swayed or hurt by anyone else, whether intentionally or not.

- you may be stronger than chrollo, but that doesn’t mean that he’s going to let you do as you please- he’s still going to have you wrapped around his finger, and the only time you get to dominate him is in bed. but still, he wouldn’t let you be on top unless he’s in a good mood and sees you begging.

- you’re a valuable asset to both chrollo and the troupe, so chrollo’s going to pamper you at any chance and make sure nothing happens to you.

- once he introduces you to the phantom troupe, get ready for a ton of questions from some of the members. where are you from? how did you and chrollo meet? how long have the both of you been together?

- chrollo would make sure to keep an eye on you whenever you’re with the other troupe members. he knows how members like nobunaga, uvogin, or phinks would often challenge you to a duel. one look from him and they’re back to timid little cats.

- chrollo would also make you submit to him completely, no matter what he must do to make it happen. if it means having to cut you off from everyone else in order for you to submit to him, chrollo would do it in a heartbeat.

- although he may not feel anything when it comes to manipulating and using you, there’s a reason why chrollo chose to be with you despite not knowing that you’re stronger than him at first. chrollo would take the time to listen to you as you speak, or hold you close as you sit on his lap and read together with him, all to make you feel closer to him, so that you won’t have any thoughts about leaving him. no matter how mentally strong you are, chrollo would be able to crack down on you. he isn’t the master of deception for no reason at all.

- even if you do realize he’s using you, chrollo wouldn’t hesitate to guilt trip you into thinking otherwise.

- “is this what you think of me, y/n?” he asked, feigning hurt.

- “how could you think that of me, even after i’ve given you all my love?”

- likewise with illumi, chrollo would want to have a child with you, just to pass down the combined powers from the both of you so the child can grow up and continue their father’s ‘legacy’. of course, chrollo’s not going to tell you that. and unless you desperately want a child, he’s not going to say anything or suggest anything to you. after all, he already has the phantom troupe and you, whom he treats like a family.

- all in all, you sometimes can’t be sure if chrollo’s keeping you around because he loves you or he’s just using you. you just have to make sure that you don’t disobey him and make him mad. nobody knows what an angry chrollo can do. for all you know, angry chrollo might be stronger than you.

#anime #hxh x reader #hxh illumi #hxh headcanons #hxh hisoka #hunterxhunter #hisoka x reader #hisoka #illumi x reader #illumi #chrollo headcanons #hxh chrollo #hisoka headcanons #illumi headcanons #phantom troupe

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otp-armada · 3 years

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Right before I woke up this morning, for a moment, my mind dreamt of a scene of Clarke on the Ring. She makes it to the rocket on time. It's her and Bellamy standing at the observation window, watching Earth burn. It's the two of them looking to the future, their people's and their own, together. 4x13 ends with a flash-forward of six years, but one of Spacekru as a family. As we see the eight of them laughing together at a dinner table, the camera pans to a weighted, happy glance shared between Clarke and Bellamy, him lifting their joined hands to his lips, two matching, thin rings of gold metal on their fingers. And that's how the audience comes to know they have coupled up. Boom. Out.

My ears are ringing from the collective shrieking we would have done.

My waking hours are here, and I'd like to play this scenario out to my specifications.

The first half of 5x01 is Spacekru flashbacks, showing us how they bonded to become a family and how Bellarke got together.

In the long, quiet comfort of the Ring, our heroes give voice to their past traumas and heal old grievances.

Clarke tells Bellamy about her father, Bellamy shares stories about his mother. She tells him about her father's kindness and gentle nature, his limitless heart. Jake's teases about Clarke drawing on every plain surface she could find, a habit that began with her childhood. Passionate as she was for sketching, she was in the midst of early medical training. Her exposure to the Council and the Chancellor is what gave Clarke her political acumen. Clarke recounts the games they used to watch with the Jahas. Before long, she's explaining the rules of soccer to a confused but amused Bellamy. Bellamy tells her what little he remembers about his parents before his father died. Aurora's smile. Her sacrifices for her children. Her tenacity. Her love of mythic stories she passed onto him. The overwhelming sense of responsibility she instilled in him from too early an age. Bellamy talks about the challenges of a life spent hiding a little girl under the floorboards from the Ark. Bellamy shares the rewards of being the only pair of siblings to have existed in nearly a hundred years. Unbidden by the role of big brother in Clarke's company, he gives voice to the constraints placed on his life. The hardships of living in Factory Station, while Clarke shrinks in guilt over her bountiful upbringing in Alpha. They both recall the pain of watching their parents get floated. There, in front of their eyes one second, gone forever in the blink of an eye. Clarke discloses that, while privileged, she was a lonely child. Were it not for Wells, she would have had no friends. She talks about him, what Bellamy never got to know about Wells Jaha.

The atmosphere shifts, and their conversations progress to contemporary times.

They discuss their respective tendencies to want to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. It takes time, but Clarke finally divulges why she felt compelled to leave Camp Jaha. How bereft she felt. Her nightmares and loneliness in self-imposed exile. Wandering around the freezing cold of the woods. Bellamy can't rein in the pain as he reminds Clarke that she didn't bear it all on her own. She couldn't have, not when he was the one left behind to pick up the pieces Mount Weather shredded. He was the one seeing their faces every day. She asked him to come back with her, to their people, once before, and he did. But when he asked her to do the same, she left. They both know it's not apologies he's looking for. It's a promise, a reigniting of an old promise made between two lost souls needing the other when the world threatened to drown them. They readily give in.

Their conversation takes an unexpected turn when Clarke explains why she gave in to Bellamy's plan to go undercover in Mt. Weather. For her to be strong enough to save her people, she couldn't let love hold her back, make her weak. From the second Bellamy left her sight, she regretted it. They both recognize it as the confession she didn't intend to say. Shock settles in. With newfound confidence, it triggers an admission of Bellamy's own feelings. Cue canon Bellarke.

Once the air between them is clear, it was only fair that the effects of Mt. Weather be a topic Clarke and Bellamy discuss with the third member of the room that fateful day. It leads them to the complicated subject of Jasper, the three of them breaking down in tears over their fallen friend.

Six years of peacetime spent in Clarke's company shapes perspective on the girl herself. She's not Clarke Griffin, the fierce and stoic Skaikru leader, equipped with all the answers. She's not Wanheda, the great legend. She's just a girl, with vulnerabilities, insecurities, fears, and demons, just the same as any of them. She becomes a person to them. Real flesh and blood. A human being who does indeed break. And no one is more startled by this revelation than Raven. It's another contentious relationship of Clarke's requiring time to mend. Although sharing feelings doesn't come easily to Raven, the two eventually crack their sibling-like rivalry where Abby and Finn are concerned.

It's the presence of a fellow cockroach well-versed in the glamourous lifestyle of isolation that gets Murphy out of his self-destructive streak. In their own ways, they have both been the outsiders. They make an uncanny pair of confidantes, so says the rest of the kru. But somehow, it works. Trust doesn't come easy for Murphy, and he and Clarke have their fair share of issues. Close quarters force the two of them and Emori to work it out. For all that Clarke excels at contrition, deserved and undeserved, she's also never been one to beat around the bush, no matter Murphy's preference to lash out in his signature style of sharp sarcasm at moments of his choosing. As it is for Bellamy, Clarke's belief in Murphy as a good man is an overwhelming force, one he is not sure he's worthy of, but privately welcomed nevertheless. In time, there arrives a sense of respect and loyalty between them no one foresaw.

Clarke's penchant for extending her hand to the outsiders doesn't end with Murphy and Emori. Clarke was the first to bring Echo on board and, she is the first to treat their errant Azgeda former spy as family. Post-season 4 to the series' end, Echo's character development is at the forefront of her story arc, never filtered through a subpar pairing needed to fuel an insipid love triangle where her leg of it is marked for eventual demolition.

Since I am bound by limitless imagination, let us pretend this was a 2-hour season premiere.

The flashbacks take us through the six years to the present. Spacekru's happiness is juxtaposed, as we transition to below the ground, by the hellscape Wonkru is trapped in. The second half of 5x01 is Wonkru flashbacks, a la 5x02.

5x02 takes us back to Eligius IV, to the passing of Order 11 (is that what it was called?). A young pilot named Shaw chooses to defy his captain's orders, releasing their prisoners. They proceed to take over the ship, killing Shaw's crewmates and captain, Charmaine Diyoza assuming command. She corrals Paxton McCreary and his men to her side. With their mutiny a success, Diyoza tells Shaw to plot a course for Earth. All the while, we see Shaw wrestling with the bloody aftermath of his decisions. They reach Earth's orbit, ready to go home, unknowingly under the watch of 8 survivors in space.

The Eligius prisoners touch ground on the last arable patch of land on Earth and quickly find themselves ensnared in a series of traps by an unknown number of assailants. Their assailant turns out to be a solitary preteen. They capture her, interrogate her. She speaks a language they've never heard. I'm making it a point to emphasize those infernal shock collars do not exist in my little world.

5x03 plays out similarly onboard the Eligius mothership. Our kru arrives, not to borrow a cup of sugar, but to steal the hydrazine for their journey home. Clarke, Bellamy, and kru debates the morality of killing 300 strangers in their sleep before deciding to use them as leverage. Raven and Murphy stay behind. Six Spacekru members fall to Earth and are captured by Eligius. They are taken to Diyoza, where they find a little girl dressed in Grounder garb. Bellamy and Clarke use their trump card to free themselves, Madi, and use their resources to locate Wonkru, with an additional promise to share the land and their knowledge of life on Earth.

5x04 plays out the same, more or less, without the awkward tension of a Bellarke trying to reacclimate themselves to each other's presence again. Diyoza brings Madi, Bellamy, and Clarke to Polis, where Bellarke negotiates for Wonkru's release. They meet Blodreina and her cult of warriors. Fandom squeals seeing Octavia greet her sister-in-law. Wonkru (and Blodreina) comes to realize that they have found a surviving Nightblood. Diyoza betrays the accord, taking Abby and Kane to Shallow Valley and leaving Bellarke and Madi at odds with Octavia.

5x05 sees Bellarke continuing to act in concert as a team, eager to reunite with their lost people while keeping a protective eye on Madi. Tensions brew between them and Blodreina. Marper and Echo return and they all turn back to Polis.

Blodreina refuses to grant pardon to Echo. Spacekru fights on her behalf, while Echo is willfully recruited for Octavia's mission. Madi meets Gaia under Clarke's watchful eye. When Madi is introduced to the Flame, Clarke tries to persuade her not to be swayed by the Flamekeeper's influence. Because this is my fantasy and I can do what I wish, it turns out that Clarke and Bellamy are expecting their first child. Clarke, believing the Flame to be a curse for its bearer, wants to spare Madi a bloody fate. She wants to abolish this aspect of Grounder culture, fearing the chances her child may become the next natural-born Nightblood. She dreads the possibility of her child as the next participant in the Conclave or the next Commander.

Another sidenote I am interjecting. Here, toxic motherhood isn't a defining characteristic of Clarke's, to aid in her isolation and subsequent, continual emotional decline. In my world, she gets to be a protective mother, a loving wife, a compassionate friend, and a caring daughter, all rolled in one little blonde package. She gives love freely, as she does in canon, but receives it in kind. She doesn't sink to rock bottom, nor must she, to be the heroine she is. She draws on the good and the bad experiences she's had to teach others. She imparts her lessons to those in need. Love is a commodity her life isn’t devoid of.

Clarke and Bellamy argue over what to do about Blodreina. Neither wants her to be harmed, but Bellamy maintains that she is, above all, his sister. He needs to believe Octavia is still within reach. He cannot abandon her now that they're together again. Clarke petitions Bellamy to take their family to Shallow Valley before it's too late. They compromise, agreeing to remove Octavia from the board long enough for Indra to take Diyoza's proffered deal. Their plans fail, as per 5x08, and Octavia arrests Clarke, an execution set for after the baby’s birth. We retain the glorious Blake scene of 5x08. It breaks Bellamy's heart to hurt Octavia, but she forced his hand. He has to protect his wife and their baby.

Tensions come to a head between husband and wife, courtesy of 5x09. Bellamy, having exhausted all other options, decides Madi must ascend to Commander to accomplish their goals. It is the only way to protect them all and save the valley. I am once again interrupting my spiel to remark that Clarke knows, unequivocally, she is included on the shortlist of family Bellamy is most ardently trying to protect. Forget "included," she's at the top. Clarke, ever the protective mother, disagrees, citing endangerment to Madi from Octavia and her patriots. Clarke argues that, of Diyoza and Octavia, Diyoza is the lesser evil to their family. As long as they remain within Diyoza's rules, they have nothing to fear from her. Bellamy, seeing Clarke's deep-rooted fear, agrees.

They are delayed by Marper, who wish to stay within the bunker, living off the revitalized algae farm. Bellamy and Clarke don't want to leave them behind until Monty points out that they, for once, deserve the chance to choose their fate, as all of the people of Earth. Octavia recuperates in time to arrest Bellamy, sending him to the fighting pit. Clarke fights to defend him but is detained. Clarke wants to fight alongside him, but they both know she has to live to raise their baby. They are permitted a final goodbye, and they have an emotional last exchange, a.k.a. Kabby parallel. Like Kane before him, Indra is forced to separate another family.

Octavia assures Bellamy that the baby will be under her protection. By now, Bellamy has reached the end of his rope with his baby sister. He loves her, but he can't distinguish her from the monster she's become, and it's about to cost him a life with his family. Disgusted, Bellamy scoffs at her overtures. He reminds her that his child deserves to have its parents. Clarke's earlier words come back as he tells her that she is his family's worst enemy. It wasn't enough for Aurora to leave him responsible for raising his sister at six years old. For the first time, his life is right, and she's the one who's about to take it away. He reminds her what it was like to lose her mother at 17, to never know her father. She knows how devastating it feels. Yet, left up to her, his child would be an orphan. He finishes with a devastating blow: it'll be those he holds as his family who will take care of his wife and child.

Clarke breaks free of her restraints, making plans to cause disruption to the bunker and getting Bellamy out in the ensuing chaos. She is stopped by Monty, who wants to use the opportunity to give Wonkru a better choice. Clarke tells him she isn't gambling Bellamy's life. Monty breaks again, pointing out that the last time he helped her and Bellamy, they split blood, and their plans still failed. Clarke reluctantly relents out of guilt, knowing how Mount Weather continues to haunt Monty. She does, after all, trust him with her life.

Bellamy fights Indra in the pits until the proceedings are interrupted by an intervening Monty, brandishing a pure, white flower in a sea of blood and darkness. Just as he begins to sway Wonkru to his non-volatile solution to the impending war, Blodreina forces compliance by burning the algae farm.

As Wonkru mobilizes for war, the fractured Spacekru and Madi take the rover to the valley to find their friends. They destroy the worms in transit.

They save an incapacitated Abby, who later recounts the Dark Year. Bellamy can't stop the horror he feels at the ordeal his sister has lived through. He feels a pang of guilt he knows is irrational while wrestling with the knowledge that she is still responsible for her choices now.

They reunite with the rest of Spacekru and are surprised to learn McCreary has taken control of the camp. With Diyoza and Kane's assistance, the eye in the sky is reinstalled, giving Eligius the advantage. As much as they want to prevent this war, they cannot leave Wonkru to die in the gorge. The group breaks off. One team is sent to disable the eye in the sky. The other team uses Madi's knowledge of the valley's layout to head off to fight alongside Wonkru in the gorge.

By the time they arrive safely, only Octavia, Indra, and Gaia are left alive. Bellamy convinces Octavia to retreat instead of sacrificing herself. He tells her she has to live with what she's done instead of taking the easy way out. For the most part, I'm picturing the scenes play out as they did in canon. At base camp, Wonkru is in disarray. Too many bodies are left littered from this war, with Blodreina at fault. To stop the in-fighting, Madi attempts to assume control by invoking her natural right to lead as a Nightblood. Some dissent, claiming she is not yet Commander. With support from Gaia, Octavia, and Bellamy (who makes sure this is what she wants), they sway Wonkru to Madi's side. Freshly invigorated, Wonkru prepares for a second assault.

Back on the Eligius ship, Clarke, Raven, and Shaw release an imprisoned Diyoza. They allow themselves to be captured and taken to the ship's central control. While McCreary attempts to force Raven to pilot their ship, she and Clarke regain control. Meanwhile, Bellamy convinces Madi to let the prisoners live.

From here, may I present two alternatives:

Scenario 1: Clarke kills McCreary before he can launch the missile from the mothership. With Spacekru controlling the ship's weaponry and Wonkru overtaking the prisoners, Eligius capitulates. After much deliberation, a new accord is reached, allowing for all survivors to live in peace as a singular society. Spacekru gets their 80 acres. The last of the 10(2) become parents to the next generation. It takes time, but Bellamy and Octavia's relationship heals. Eventually, she earns back her place in his life as his sister. She becomes one of many to welcome Bellarke's little one to the world, ecstatic to be a loving aunt. Generations later, the Earth recovers.

Scenario #2: The missile is launched. Earth's survivors must escape to space to survive. Marper opts out of cryosleep and has a son. It takes Monty ten years to realize Earth may never recover from its last doomsday. He wakes Spacekru+ to determine options. Between him, Raven, and Shaw, the three configure a self-running algorithm to decode the Eligius III mission files. They wire the pods to awaken its occupants every decade to check the algorithm's progress. The McIntyre-Greens go into cryosleep with some gentle persuasion from Bellarke. They won't leave their people behind. Thirty years later, Earth remains dormant. The files reveal the existence of a planet that could support human life, lightyears away, in the binary star system in the Goldilocks zone. They plot a course.

No, it's not as thrilling as the original ending. But if our heroes are going to traipse across the universe, only to return to their home planet, then Marper will not be sacrificed for nada. They will live out their days, a little older, a little wiser, but surrounded by their friends. They will not say farewell to their son at his ripe old age of 26.

There isn't much I would change about season 6, not where its major storylines are concerned. Clarke meets Cillian for his insight on Abby and Kane's deteriorating conditions. I would alter Madi's arc to where she takes the Flame in Sanctum and uses the time while the grounders are in cryosleep to train under Gaia's tutelage. Madi becomes attached to Bellarke, and it leaves her susceptible to Sheidheda's influence when her newfound familial figures find themselves at risk from the Primes. She'd see Sheidheda as a necessary evil to save her people, not unlike Clarke submitting to Lxa's clout. I would have Sheidheda preying on Madi's fears that she'd be alone again as she was during Praimfaya if she doesn't respond with vigor.

Season 7 gets a similar, substantial overhaul I've been thinking about for months but haven't yet written down.

The end.

(When am I going to stop with these sidenotes? After this last point, I promise.) Jason ran too tight a ship to let his post-apocalypse masterpiece become overtaken by frivolous romance. Without this pitfall, what stopped him from coupling Bellarke up before the end? Nothing. He could have a Bellarke that remained symbolic of the show's themes and mythos. A show that thrives on chaos would never run out of conflict to stir the pot. Falling apart and weaving themselves back together has been the model of their relationship since season one. Why couldn't they do this and be a couple? Why couldn't they have the Memori Model? They could have, but Jason chose the path of the slowburn. There's no fault in this. There is a fault in choosing to rescind the previously established story when it comes time for the threads to finally tie together. And I will never forgive him for it.

#bellarke #the 100 #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #clarke x bellamy #bellamy x clarke #my post #sandy's musings #this is awful i know and i'm sorry #I just needed a happy fix-it and this happened #the 100 fix-it #alternate season 5

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amayawolfe · 3 years

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Bubblegum Blood Prologue Pt.3 - The Show Must Go On!

My Stories Masterlist

Word Count: 4756

Summary: Hisoka gets ready for the side shows to be put on by the performance troupe. As he prepares, ghosts and echoes of his past come to haunt him; both threaten to drag him down into the dark depths from which they came.

Warnings: violence, homophobia, homophobic slurs, mental struggle, angst, mentions of death, description of gore, suggestions of past abuse/sexual abuse/non-consensuel, emotional trauma, harsh language

Hisoka

Hisoka watched as his friend hurried by the group of utter human trash. A part of him wished Drake or Jasper would try something as she walked by just so he had an excuse to throw his fork next. When nothing happened he sighed in mild disappointment.

Disposing of those two would be a favor unto the world,~ ♢ Hisoka thought to himself. His heart quickened at the thought of taking care of the matter himself. His trainer’s words on how killing should only be done if there were no other choice replayed in his head; he snickered.

Well, I suppose if no one else is willing to do it, then I have no other choice, now do I?~ ♢

Glancing out the window Hisoka noticed the sun was starting to set. He decided it was best to get ready for the show and rose from his seat, leaving behind his nearly full plate of cold food.

As he started to walk by the fire performers, Jasper quickly stuck his foot out in attempts to trip Hisoka. Having expected the trainee to pull something like this, Hisoka easily stepped over Jasper’s foot, turned, winked, blew a kiss then turned back around and continued at his own casual walking pace towards the stairs. He added a little more sway to his hips than normal just to aggravate them. The overall speed and grace Hisoka applied to the move had nearly made it look like he was doing a little dance step.

He could feel Drake, Jasper, and most likely a couple other people, burning a glare into the back of his head. The sensation caused him to smirk as he ascended the stairs.

The troupe had sleeping arrangements done so everyone shared rooms to help save money; minus Morintonio who had his own private room. Hisoka and Abaki were each assigned to rooms with accommodations to fit eight people; having a bunk bed in each corner and a table with chairs in the center. Hisoka’s roommates consisted of three other trainees and four trained adults.

Upon entering the room he found one trainee and two adults getting ready for the shows. They glanced up at him as he entered, said nothing, and continued getting ready for their own acts. Hisoka smirked a little and went over to his assigned bunk and retrieved his travel bag.

Having been found with nothing more than the ruined clothes on his back, Hisoka had very little when it came to personal possessions. A few changes of clothes courtesy of Magikana and Abaki, some toiletries, a pack of his favorite gum, decks of playing cards, makeup, and a special outfit for when he assisted Magikana in her magic acts.

Throwing the travel bag over his shoulder Hisoka turned and headed to one of the shared bathrooms. Upon entering he closed and locked the door behind himself and tossed his bag atop the bathroom counter next to the sink. He ran his long slim fingers through his soft red raspberry hair, took a deep breath, held it, then let it out slowly. Turning his head to look into the mirror, he hesitated.

Hisoka loathed looking into mirrors and avoided them as much as possible; only using them when he needed to put on his performance makeup. He closed his eyes, licked his lips, and felt a strained smile spread across his face.

This is absurd ♠, he thought dismally to himself, she can’t hurt you anymore. Can’t lie to you anymore. She’s dead, dead by your own two hands. He balled both of his hands into tight, white knuckled fists. And the dead can’t hurt anyone! There’s simply no reason to be afraid anymore. ♣

Yet he was. Hisoka was momentarily frozen with not only fear, but disgust and guilt as well. He stood there trembling in silence for several minutes. It was the sounds of the other troupe members getting ready just outside the bathroom door that brought him back around.

Turning his head the rest of the way and fully facing the mirror, Hisoka slowly opened his eyes. His gaze locked with the person that was staring back at him from the reflective surface. A woman with medium-long dark brown hair, fair skin peppered with freckles, a strong jaw, and a pointed nose was staring right back at the young redhead. Hisoka’s facial features closely resembled the woman’s, but the feature that was most strikingly similar were the eyes.

The woman had the exact same eyes as Hisoka. Or rather, Hisoka had the exact same eyes as the woman. The same shade of golden amber that changed in intensity depending on the mood of the bearer. They even had the same lost and lonely feelings buried deep within the warm colors.

One thing about this woman that was difficult to miss was the dried blood splattered over her face and the horrid gash across her throat. The gash ran deep enough one could see her trachea had been split wide open.

“Hello, mother… ♠” Hisoka whispered bitterly. Nothing changed minus a small, sad smile that touched the woman’s lips. He sighed then pinched the bridge of his nose.

“When are you going to stop haunting me, mother? You’ve been dead for nearly half a year after all. ♣.” He took several slow, deep, calming breaths to lower his heart rate and hone in his focus.

Upon opening his eyes, the woman was gone. Hisoka let out a sigh of relief along with a small, strained laugh. When he was under severe stress, he would sometimes find it extremely difficult to be able to focus enough to get his mother to go away. Even though he didn’t believe in ghosts, Hisoka often wondered if her spirit haunted him.

Frowning slightly he studied his own features in the mirror for a moment. After a few minutes he shrugged and smirked to himself. He knew there was something not right with him, something that continuously caused him to see his dead mother every time he looked into a mirror. Regardless of the fact that he held no remorse for his past actions. Well, for the most part, anyway.

“Oh well,~ ♣” he sighed as he unzipped his travel bag, “the show must go on.~ ♢”

Hisoka rummaged around his bag and pulled out his makeup. He also pulled out a piece of strawberry flavored BungeeGum brand bubble gum. He looked at the wrapper for a moment and tilted his head to one side as he stared at the little face on the wrapper. Looking back up at the mirror Hisoka tried to mimic the smile and did an eerily realistic job of it. Such a wide smile on his face came across as somewhat disturbing. He liked it.

He unwrapped the gummy, rubbery treat and popped it into his mouth. The strawberry flavored gum was his favorite. With a small sigh of contentment he straightened out the wrapper and laid it out on the bathroom counter. Hisoka then dove back into his bag and pulled out a pair of charcoal grey velvet lycra leggings. He examined the material carefully, running his fingers over the smooth material as the shades of grey shifted in the light with each movement before setting it down.

Next, he pulled out a light pink satin tunic with closed billowy sleeves and a high collar. Following the tunic was a two button double breasted vest that ended just below his chest and was in a medium shade of pastel yellow. The vest had silvery embroidered designs and the buttons were in the shapes of playing card suits. He smirked a little as he ran his fingers on the spade, club, heart, and diamond buttons in turn.

Playing cards had a huge significance in Hisoka's life; both for better and for worse. So he always seemed to get mixed feelings when he used playing cards and or bore their symbols.

Hisoka changed out of his current set of clothes and put on his performance attire. After tucking in his tunic he looked back at himself in the mirror and smiled. He loved how the colors complimented his hair and eyes. He turned his body this way and that to get a better look at himself then did a full pirouette. The action amused Hisoka and caused him to giggle a little at himself.

He particularly loved how the shirt sleeves moved with every motion of his arms. This was actually meant to draw the eyes of onlookers away from what he was doing as he performed magic tricks. Magikana had told him that the method was called “zee art of misdirection”. Although he had not known what it was called at the time, Hisoka had actually learned a lot about this art from someone else, his mother.

Shortly after he had made a nearly full recovery, Morintonio and Magikana found Hisoka shuffling a deck of playing cards. There had been some discussion as to whether or not the redheaded teen should be allowed to come along with the troupe; so upon seeing Hisoka with the cards, Morintonio had asked him if he knew any magic tricks.

The boy simply smiled and performed a few magic tricks. Most of them were basic and simple, but he did manage to pull off a couple that impressed both the ring leader and the magician. When asked about his talents, Hisoka simply replied, “My mother was a clever and talented woman.” It was then Morintonio offered for him to join the troupe and Magikana volunteered to take the boy under her wing.

Drawing his attention back to the task at hand, Hisoka opened up his makeup and glanced down at the BungeeGum wrapper he had laid out. With a steady and practiced hand he applied his eye liner and some light blue eyeshadow to compliment the pinks and yellows of his outfit. He then applied a tinted lip gloss to give his full lips both shine and color.

“And now for the finishing touches,~ ♢” he mused to himself. He leaned in close to the mirror and painted a yellow teardrop on his left cheek and a pink star on his right cheek, both just below the outer corners of his eyes. Hisoka then leaned back and admired his work.

“Why, aren’t I just the little treat! ♡” he smiled to himself. Hisoka instantly regretted his words as a memory ripped through his mind.

He was in a small, poorly lit room and there was a mixed scent of dirty bed sheets and alcohol. He wore nothing more than his boxers. His body trembling had not been due to him being cold, he was scared and felt horribly vulnerable. He wasn’t alone, a man stood swaying before him with a bottle in one hand. The man’s glazed eyes slowly went over the poor, nearly naked boy with the look of a predator. The man reached over to Hisoka and firmly took his chin in a rough hand, forcing Hisoka to look up at him. Hisoka shuddered as the man ran a rough thumb over his lips.

“My,” the man slurred, “aren’t chu jusht the little treat.”

Hisoka cried out and tore his vision away from the mirror. His body trembled just as it had in the memory and his breathing came out in quick, ragged breaths. Tears started to form in his eyes as he stared at the floor with his hands braced against his knees. His mind raced as he struggled to get his thoughts back under control.

“H-hey, Hisoka? You okay in there, kid?” It was one of the adults that was sharing the sleeping area. The sudden voice caused Hisoka to blink out of his traumatic trance and glance quickly around the bathroom to assure himself of where he was and that he was safe. He then jumped a little when there was a loud knock at the bathroom door.

“Hey! Hisoka! You okay?!” The man was now shouting and even sounded a little concerned as he tried the locked door knob. Hisoka wasn’t sure how long he had been standing there in that state or how long someone had been knocking at the bathroom door.

“I’m f-fine,” Hisoka’s voice cracked. He internally cursed himself then cleared his throat.

“I’m fine, thank you, ♡” he said in a more confident voice, “I’ll be out in a minute. ♣”

After a quick glance in the mirror to check his makeup, Hisoka threw his previous outfit and everything else into his travel bag then grabbed it and headed for the door. He unlocked it, threw it open and strode out like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. As he did so, he passed by a tall, limber man with no hair and wearing a tumblers outfit.

The man put one hand on his hip while he rubbed his bald head with the other, watching the redheaded teen with a look of concern.

“You sure you okay, kid? It sounded like you were screaming in there.”

Hisoka suppressed a cringe, disgusted and agitated with his lack of control over himself. He looked up at the man and smiled.

“Yes, I accidentally stubbed my toe you see,~ ♠” he lied, “It just simply caught me off guard is all. ♣”

The man frowned and Hisoka could tell he didn’t believe him. But instead of pressing the matter any further, the man shrugged, grabbed a large bag filled with juggling pins, balls, and rings then headed out of the room closing the door behind him.

As soon as the man left, Hisoka’s false smile fell away from his face and he let loose an irritated sigh. Hisoka felt as though his mental state wasn’t getting any worse, but it sure as hell wasn’t getting much better.

A sudden surge of loneliness washed over him as he secretly wished there was someone he could talk to. He did consider Abaki and Magikana to be friends, to a point, but he knew they wouldn’t understand him and would most likely ostracize him if he told them of his past. There was Morintonio, but Hisoka simply felt he did not know enough about the man to feel comfortable or safe enough to spill his dark secrets.

It began to feel as though a cold, lonely feeling of despair had coiled around him and was squeezing him tightly; so much to the point it felt like it was becoming harder to breathe. Hisoka swallowed the growing lump in his throat and wrapped his arms around himself as his shoulders started to tremble. Tears began to prick his eyes and his lower lip quivered a little. He thought of simply calling it a night and going to bed. After all, Magikana was more than capable of putting on a small sideshow all by herself.

A boisterous group out in the hallway laughed and carried on as they passed the room’s closed door. The sudden noise caused him to start and it snapped him out of his dark thoughts, allowing him to shake off some of the melancholy he was sinking into. He wanted to be a part of that, a part of the laughter and joy. He wanted people to see him and see how great and wonderful he could be. Would hiding in this room all balled up and feeling sorry for himself achieve that?

“No! ♣” he said loudly to no one other than himself, “The show must go on! And I will wow and dazzle them like no other! ♢”

With a surge of confidence and the determination not to let life bring him down, Hisoka snatched a couple packs of playing out of his bag, put them in his breast pockets then tossed his bag up onto his bunk. Next he grabbed his performance boots made of soft medium grey leather and pulled them on. They nearly came up to his knee, had two inch heels, and had the card suit symbols as studs set in a diamond pattern on the outer side of each boot.

Hisoka then hopped to his feet and tapped his boots in place before bolting for the door. He threw open the door and nearly crashed right into Abaki who was standing just on the other side. Hisoka had to grab the door frame to stop so suddenly and Abaki grabbed him by the shoulders in a surprised response.

“Oh!” she gasped, “There you are! Kana was looking for you, you two will be starting in just a few minutes, come on!”

Before Hisoka even had a chance to respond Akabi grabbed him by the hand and started running down the hall towards the stairs with him in tow. Hisoka was grateful he had been able to pull himself back together when he had, he did not want his one of two friends to see him in the unstable state he had been in.

Without hesitation Abaki ran down the flight of stairs while still holding his hand and made a beeline for the door. As soon as they got outside and to the harbor, Hisoka was astounded by the amount of people that had come to see the little side shows. He could feel a small surge of adrenaline from excitement and anticipation start to flow in his veins. Abaki released his hand and pointed in a direction through the crowds.

“Kana should be over there finishing getting ready. You better hurry! I have to get to my group, break a leg!” She then turned and started to push through the crowd in the opposite direction she had pointed.

As Hisoka started to make his way through he barely heard Abaki shout out to him, “Oh! Hisoka! Meet me back here when you’re done and we can walk along the beach for shells!”

Not sure if his friend could see him, the redheaded teen simply reached up and waved his hand above his head to confirm he had heard her. He then continued pushing through the crowd in the direction Abaki had told him to go. After a couple minutes, he breached the mass of people and stepped in the empty circular space that they had formed around his trainer.

Magikana was dressed wonderfully in her full performance attire. She wore a scarlet satin tunic with open billowy sleeves and black velvet lycra leggings. A set of black card suit symbols went down the front of her tunic. On her shoulders was a black shawl with a high collar and bright silvery embroidery along with silver card suit symbols. On the underside of the shawl was a vibrant yellow satin material with more card suit patterns. Her boots were the same as Hisoka’s minus the fact they were black instead of grey. A vibrant yellow top hat with a dark blue top and red and black card suit symbols encircling near the base completed the outfit.

The magician straightened up from leaning over her chest of supplies and gave her trainee a small frown. She mouthed the words “you are late”. In response Hisoka gave a sheepish grin and shrugged. She looked like she was about to say more but stopped herself as she looked over his face carefully. After a moment she pressed her lips tightly together and gave him a single nod followed by the signal to get the show started.

Hisoka’s smile became genuine as his heart began to race with excitement and he turned to face the crowd. He then began to announce as loudly and clearly as possible, “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls of all ages! ♣ You are about to be tantalizingly wonderfied and mind numbingly mystified by the greatest magic show Moritintio’s Traveling Circus has to offer. ♢” As he spoke he swept his hands and arms gracefully through the air while practically dancing along the edge of the crowd, drawing everyone’s eyes to him.

“Introducing the lady of mystery and mistress of the arts of magic and illusions, the one and only, Magikana! ♡” Hisoka turned and made a sweeping gesture towards Magikana’s back, and in doing so, delivered everyone’s attention over to her.

Magikana twirled in place so that she now faced her apprentice. She made a wide, sweeping bow towards the crowd. Standing up smiled out to the crowd and started to walk forward.

“Zank you, my dear, for zat marvelous intro-” Magikana suddenly tripped and stumbled over her own feet. Hisoka winced as people around the crowd began to snicker.

“Ah ha, v-vell,” Magikana stuttered as she straightened back up and smiled nervously. “Ve all make mistake, yes?” She pulled out a deck of playing cards seemingly out of thin air and began to shuffle them. “Now, for my first trick I-”

She was cut off again as the cards suddenly flew from her hand and all about the ground. A look of horror came across her face as Hisoka brought a hand up to cover his face in shame. People began to laugh and boo as Magikana stood there and nervously chewed a fingernail.

Just as it looked like people were about to leave, a sly, mysterious smile spread across Magikana’s wide, thin lips and a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes. She twirled in place and let out a cry as she came down into a wide stanced crouch and slapped one palm down upon the ground. As soon as she did, each card that was laying on the ground suddenly burst into small clouds of different colored smoke. From the smoke flew out two to three pink and red hemotropic butterflies. The startled crowd made noises of awe as they watched the butterflies flit about before heading towards the inn the troupe was staying in.

“Now zat I have your undivided attention,” Magikana crowed, shuffling yet another deck of cards that had mysteriously appeared in her hands, “Zee real show can begin!”

With that, time went by in a blur. Both Magikana and Hisoka put on a glamorous show that kept people guessing for days; looking back and wondering just how objects seemingly appeared out of thin air or floated about, defying gravity. Before long, the donation box Hisoka would periodically work around the edge of the crowd was fit to burst.

In a little over an hours time the show was over and people were slowly departing. Magikana and Hisoka were cleaning up their area when she looked over at her young apprentice and smiled.

“You did very vell tonight, little vun,” she praised, “I vas concerned at first, I could tell you had been upset. Everything is okay now, yes?”

Hisoka opened his mouth to respond but decided against his words. He then simply smiled and nodded instead. Magikana gave him a warm, sympathetic look.

“You know, you can alvays talk to me, my deary,” she said gently. “You are like nephew to me, I vill alvays have time to listen to you.”

Yes, that may be true, but you may not like what you hear… ♠ Hisoka thought bitterly to himself. And if you knew the truth about me, would you still call me your nephew? ♣

“I will be sure to keep that in mind, sensei, thank you. ♡” His words and appreciation were genuine, but Magikana could tell something was still being kept from her. She let out a soft sigh and changed the subject.

“Night is still young, you have plans?”

“Actually, I do. Abaki asked me to join her to collect shells along the beach. ♡”

“Ah, zat sounds vunderful. And moonlight is good enough for such venture.” Magikana then made a shooing gesture with her hand. “Go zen, I vill get zee rest.”

Hisoka hesitated as there was still quite a bit of cleanup to do.

“Are you sure? ♣”

She nodded, “Yes, little vun should go and have fun vith friend. Ah! But if you see starfish, bring back for me. Add to collection.”

Hisoka smirked, nodded, then turned and headed towards the direction he was supposed to meet Abaki.

The crowds were still thick as the other shows had also ended. People milled about as they were slowly making their own way while conversing about what they had just seen. Hisoka decided to move to the outer edge of the crowd and work his way up along so that the buildings and alleys were to his left and the masses of people to his right. This made movement a little easier.

He was in good spirits now, the emotional traumas he experienced not that long ago were pushed far back into the recesses of his mind. And he looked forward to a nice moonlit walk on the beach with his friend.

Perhaps I can convince Abaki to ask Camilla to join us. That would really rub Jasper the wrong way.~ ♡ Hisoka chuckled at his own thoughts.

Unfortunately, Hisoka’s divided attention between his own thoughts and avoiding the crowds streaming past had caused him to not pay enough attention to the narrow alleys he was passing. A large, strong hand reached out and grabbed him by the wrist, retching him into the ally and throwing him down on the filthy ground a couple meters in.

Even though mildly stunned, Hisoka was quick to get back onto his feet only to receive a blow to the stomach. The redheaded teen gagged and stumbled a few steps back. Through watering eyes he looked up to see Jasper standing tall with a look of triumph and malice.

“Hello, twink,” he sneered. “I overheard Abaki saying she was to meet you after the shows. I knew you two were more than friends. Does she know you’re just leading her on?”

“Why?~ ♣” Hisoka smirked and straightened up more, still holding one hand to his stomach, “Are you jealous, Jasper? I’m sorry to say this, but, you’re just not my type.~ ♠”

Jasper sneered in disgust at Hisoka using Abaki’s own words at him. But Hisoka wasn’t done.

“Besides, what you’re saying doesn’t make any sense. Why would I lead Abaki on if I were gay? ♣”

Jasper hesitated before he gave a triumphant grin and pointed at Hisoka.

“It’s because you want more to be like you!”

“Oh?~ ♣”

“Yeah! Being gay is messed up and you don’t want to be alone, that’s why you’ve corrupted Abaki!”

Hisoka couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. He popped a hip and moved his hand from his stomach to that hip.

“You poor homophobic fool,~ ♠” he chuckled and shook his head. “Abaki was interested in girls for quite some time before I even showed up. She told me herself. ♡And, if I recall correctly, she’s told you the same. ♣”

“You’re lying,” Jasper snarled. He balled his hands into tight fists of anger.

“Oh? Am I now? ♣ Or are you just too naive and stubborn to face the truth that Abaki isn’t in you? And that, in fact, the girl you like is interested in your sister instead?~ ♡”

“Shut up,” Jasper spat, “you shut your filthy queer mouth right now!”

Hisoka’s smile became mischievous. He enjoyed upsetting Jasper to no end and wanted to push him even further.

“And, if you ask me, it would appear your sister likes Aba-”

“I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!!”

Jasper charged Hisoka in a fit of rage. Hisoka simply smirked as Jasper had played right into Hisoka’s hands. As Jasper threw a punch aimed for Hisoka’s face, Hisoka easily sidestepped the blow and brought his elbow down on the back of Jasper’s neck as hard as he could.

If the blow to the back of Jasper’s neck hadn’t rendered him unconscious, then the harsh impact of his face meeting the hard ground did. Hisoka snickered at the unconscious Jasper now at his feet.

“Pathetic,” he sighed, “I expected a better fight from you than that.~ ♠”

As he was about to turn and walk out of the alley when something caught Hisoka’s attention. Jasper’s hands, they were smaller than the hand that had grabbed him and threw him into the alley.

Just as Hisoka realized this there was noise of movement behind him. He started to spin around and attempted to put up his nen in defense, but he wasn’t fast enough. Without seeing who his surprise attacker was, Hisoka felt a sudden sharp pain to the back of his head and everything went dark.

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About Aobai, God of Promises [OC]

A half beast, half man abomination, he wasn't always considered such a vile creature. Bigger than most men and more cunning than most beasts, he's terrifying, but more honest than most you'd ever meet.

About

Gender: Cis Male Age: ~30 Years Element: Geo Weapon: Catalyst Nation: Liyue Constellation: Bestia Perdita Affiliation: Criminal Underworld

Visual Description

A large man who is taller than most humans, he has tan skin and white hair, with white ears atop his head that appear quite fluffy. His height and width make standing in a doorway awkward, he has large fangs that make closing his mouth entirely difficult. He has a fluffy white tail, but sometimes it appears invisible and a small, dangling charm will hang off of his belt around where his tail would reside. When visible, his tail is fluffy but it appears mangled and bent.

He has strong facial features and he has many scars on his body, his fingertips are covered in small cuts and his nails are more akin to claws due to his inhuman nature. He shares no direct visual relations with any known humanoid species of Teyvat, but has traces of the Kätzlein of Mondstadt, even if he does not appear strictly feline.

Character Details

Teyvat is not a place free of crime, free of those who ignore the law of commonfolk. Most commonly, these people are from a different land, such as how the Fatui are known for breaking even the laws of Snezhnaya, or Treasure Hunters who oftentimes don't even care for basic decency and respect for the past...

But, even those who do not obey common laws must be kept in line, lest they be hunted like wolves. Aobai is the so called God of those who work outside the lines of normality. Having been given the title "God of Promises", he is known as the head of all criminal activity, anything that happens always goes back to him...

Story 1

"The God of Promises goes by no name... And those who do know his name, either have a death wish, or his own blessing."

Few know Aobai by his name, many will see him directly, intimidated by his towering physique, and never learn his name. This is intentional, even if he truly does not have a personal life to shield the world from, even if they seemed determined that he does.

Only a few know his name, and they are counted as his two closest confidants, who advise him in all matters should he seek their advice, or to deal with threats personally...

And the only family he has left. Estranged, they seldom interact with him, but he has the grace to let them remember his name, and should they come calling, he will see to their needs, even if they have not always been kind.

Story 2

The God of Promises is truly not a god, but he is not human, either.

Born as a beast, he was always considered different, but he is unmistakably mortal. Instead, this title was granted to him by the way of Teyvet's Criminal Network.

He is of Liyue, where contracts are commonplace, but when a contract can get you in trouble that could lead to your termination, they're never written... But that does not mean the Criminal world is flippant, non committal to its word.

Instead, each deal must be bound with a promise, a vocal oath to commit. Upon breaking this oath, you forfeit all, your life, your money, your loved ones... A broken promise does not go forgotten.

And, he who had never once broken a promise had found his way to becoming its leader. Its god. He stands by the promises he makes, and always places them carefully... A promise from the God of Promises himself is a damning burden, but a powerful blessing, all in one.

Story 3

Despite looking like a monster, Aobai still has those he considers family.

A single younger sister. The two cannot be more different, she has fluffy ears, and she is quite shy, hiding from the world when he would easily take it on in a show of pride. Even still, she is terrified of him, and he adores her still.

At any chance he can, he tries to prove himself to his fearful sister, who doesn't know if she should trust him, or if their shared father is right, that he is a beast that cannot be tamed... Perhaps he cannot be tamed, but he is not a simple beast who cannot think, who cannot act of his own volition.

Aobai does not care for what he father thinks about him, because his father never wanted him to meet his sister. He would not tolerate Aobai's mother, and when Aobai was all alone, his father only continued to treat him like an outsider.

But he is used to this treatment, and he is determined enough to not let the man control him.

"A father is not the man who shares your blood," Aobai believed, "A father is the man that shows you love in the only way that cannot be broken by time."

Aobai has no father, and by now, no mother... But he adores his sister, even if she is a daddy's girl.

Story 4

Few expect it, but much of the money that flows through Teyvat has always crossed Aobai's watching gaze.

He himself controls much of the money flowing in the Undercity, in the Criminal Side of Teyvat. A sailor on a ship that sails from Inazuma to Snezhnaya to Liyue writes down every little detail, out of sight, out of mind, when his only duty is to move the stock to and fro.

Of course, this sailor does not understand why he does this, but he only gets a nice payment for this information, if he delivers, he is paid, but he never gives the information to the same person twice.

No one knows why Aobai keeps such strict watch over all of the goods carried across Teyvat, but more than once has an anonymous tip told the leads of the nations about a storm that trapped a caravan in a half-sunken cave, when there was no way anyone could have come in or out, and no one could have seen.

It seems Aobai's intense watch over such things has given him an uncanny ability to predict what has, what will, and what is happening.

If he dislikes you, you better hope that he is merciful, but if you are on his good side, expect a few, odd presents to appear in unique ways... perhaps a second dish served with one you ordered, simply from an overstock and needing to be rid of ingredients before they spoil, or an accidental double shipment that cannot be turned back to its original owner...

Or maybe just a pleasant bag of mora left forgotten, without a name in sight, waiting to be picked up.

Story 5

Aobai is called a cruel man, but truly, he is far from it.

He would protect a terrified child from a brutal father, throw himself in the face of danger to save others from a horrible fate, and endure the worst pain the world has to offer to keep order--be it amongst his lackeys, or in the fragile system of the law.

It is not that he wishes to die, far from it, but he is keenly aware of how the world is, and how delicately it hangs in the balance of the rusted, broken hands of Celestia.

A man such as himself could force the balance to sway to and fro, as could Jean or Diluc of Mondstadt, or Ningguang of Liyue. But, when it sways, the world trembles, and the foundations shatter.

It is terrifying, to see such an event come...

And so, he fights to find balance, within himself, and with the world around him.

He cannot undo everything he has done, but even as his duty as the King of the Undercity, he strives to hunt down the worst of crimes, and to keep the innocent souls of the world protected.

He believes, if it was not him in charge, then it would be another without a heart, for to exist in such a role, you must have lost your heart, never had one, or endure agony eternally.

He is always in pain, alone in the world, so it seems fitting.

A fitting punishment for his cursed existence.

Unique Appearance

Aobai is most known for his looks, making his presence known wherever he is, even if it is not exactly by choice. This has given him countless struggles through his life.

Parents, however, don't lend to his odd appearance. His father had come from Springvale, a Kätzlein, many years back, and after a fateful night, met his mother, only to disappear and never return. His mother, by all means, was human, quite petite in size, little more than a waitress at the Liliu Pavilion. But, when he was born, he proved to be far from human.

He was mistreated because of his appearance, and that he grew much slower than most other children, they would oftentimes grab at his tail, ripping at it and more than once there were cruel attempts to cut it off. This lead to the tail becoming mangled, aching in pain every moment, instead of simply being broken and without feeling.

Even as he grew older, more accustomed to the seedy underbelly of Teyvat, any research into his bloodline had gone forgotten. His mother was adopted, and meeting his father proved nothing beyond insisting his Kätzlein blood...

He long since abandoned the search for what he truly is, and where he may belong. All that matters now is his duty to keep Teyvat safe, and in line... After all, there must be a Kingpin, the God of all who only care for themselves, he figures he's as good as anyone else.

Vision

Aobai was determined to make something of himself, despite the way he was despised, and oftentimes feared, by those he dare consider peers. He was terrifying, but that also lead to isolation.

All he had was himself and his mother. He would admit the truth to her, the only person he would dare trust, for she would love him, and understand... After all, she had been there while he had been suffering his entire life, due to his oddities.

Still little more than a young man, he went home, only to find that everything inside had been destroyed, and his own mother was on the ground, motionless--and when he touched her, cold. It took only moments for him to hear the encompassing footsteps, those who had hunted the beast, those who he had called his allies. His comrades.

His friends.

"You knew this was coming, little cub," A voice said, "Just give up. You cant win."

Oh, of course he couldn't. His sensitive ears picked up every little footstep, this had been long coming. He was more powerful than the finest bull, more cunning than the swiftest thief... and more genuine than the youngest child.

And here he was, holding his mother's corpse.

Perhaps he knew he could not win, but despite it, he stood, and bared his fangs, and tensed his claws. And, despite the odds, despite everything, he leapt at the nearest hunter, with all the fury of a beast.

With each surge, and each crush of bones beneath his hands, he felt a power thrumming through his body, how his own body seemed as though it did not understand what it was, a horrifying pain that made his vision flash in and out of a white dreamscape, but when it was not white, it was red with rage.

Eventually, everything, once again, had gone silent, his own body was not his own, and in his hand was... Vision was a generous term.

It appeared to be an eye the color of geo, a jagged pupil and iris, motionless, encased in time.

Holding it close to his body was agonizing, as though it was not where it was meant to be, as though he was holding his heart in his hand, and it was meant to be within. But there was nothing he could do but endure the agony...

And walk outside before the Milleteth had come. They were honest men, and he had no desire to harm them, but too many had been harmed in his inhuman rage.

With a horrific level of self control, he regulated whatever this gift he had been given, and the agony it offered.

Whatever he was, was deeply tied with this gift...

And he didn't care what he was, only for what he could do with it, for Liyue, for Teyvat, and for all those promises he failed to keep.

#genshin impact oc #genshin oc #aobai #barks ocs

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kpop-zone · 4 years

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Red Velvet reaction to their s/o getting wasted

Warning: consumption of alcohol

A/N: I swear I’m not Irene biased, her text just ended up longer because the first paragraphs were meant to be an introduction for all members, but then I chose different scenarios for each of them in the end 🙈

Irene

Because you were dating an idol, spending a night out, was normally not one of the privileges you had. But Red Velvet were just starting their Europe tour and despite of having a growing fanbase there, not a lot of people would recognize them when bumping into them on the street. Therefore, you saw this as a chance. A chance to behave like a normal group of friends on a normal Friday night.

You can’t exactly explain how it happened. Maybe a year ago, you could chug a few beers and still be totally fine. But you had to admit, dating Irene also led to a change of your lifestyle. It wasn’t like Irene forbid you to drink alcohol, but because she was an idol, she couldn’t drink a lot of alcohol herself, especially during tours and as her partner who spend a lot of evenings with her, you didn’t drink as much alcohol as well.

To your dismay, however, you must have forgotten that consuming less alcohol also led to a lower alcohol tolerance. As excited as you were about finally visiting a bar with Seulgi, Seungwan, Sooyoung, Yerim and your lovely girlfriend, you might have drunken a few too many drinks in too short a time. Irene didn’t even notice until it was already too late.

Slowly but surely you began slurring your words and you became way to excited about that karaoke machine. While the others found your behavior quite amusing, Irene eyed you with a concerned look from the side. Although she didn’t mind a little fun and was way more loose than the media always drew her out to be, she was still the leader of Red Velvet and she didn’t want a scandal to overshadow their Europe tour. She didn’t want you to embarrass yourself in public or draw too much attention to her members and her.

Therefore, she decided to take the role as the rational one another time in order to protect the ones she loved. In your drunken state, you didn’t even realize Irene’s restraint or how she tried to keep you in check the rest of the night by repeatedly giving you water and keeping her arm around you to stop you from running away. You were too busy laughing with the other girls to realize Irene’s sad eyes. She was quite disappointed that she couldn’t enjoy the evening like everyone else and would make sure to talk with you in the morning.

Wendy

It wasn’t like you planned to get your girlfriend and yourself drunk, but you were just so happy to finally be able to go on a real date with Seungwan. Since the beginning of your relationship, you mostly met in one of your apartments or when you took the risk of going outside, it was never without her members and what seemed like a million managers. But after months of convincing and the promise to keep low key, her company allowed Seungwan to take you out on a real date for your first anniversary.

Both of you were incredibly giddy on the car right to the little restaurant in a quieter area of Seoul, feeling like teenagers sneaking away from their parents. You wanted to make this evening perfect, not knowing when the next time would be you could enjoy a date alone in the real world. Arriving at the restaurant, you were immediately greeted with some Soju. The waiter left you with the bottle and while you were chatting away over the different courses, you didn’t even realize how the room had been getting hotter and the both of you louder, laughing over banalities and getting flirtier with every minute.

But quite frankly none of you cared. There were no other guests in the restaurant and both of you were young. Seungwan just wanted to enjoy the night. Of course she made sure that the both of you could think more or less straight, but otherwise she saw no reason for not getting a little tipsy and making the most of the night, so she didn’t mind you pouring both of you another drink.

Seulgi

Seulgi was quite frankly a little overwhelmed by the situation. She was no stranger to drinking some beers in the evening to relax, but never had she actually been completely wasted. You told her that you would have a couple of drinks with your colleagues after work, but never would she have expected to find you in front of her door, not even being able to stand properly. It was a wonder that you even made it this far.

Quickly she helped you inside, before anyone else could see you this way. She had to use all her strength to somehow get you to the couch. For a second, she debated whether she could wake Irene to help her, but when you loudly started to sing Eyes, nose, lips, she knew that Irene wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore anyways. She made her way to Irene’s room and quickly told her the situation after she woke her up. Lucky for her, Irene was able to keep her cool and told Seulgi what to do.

Together they changed your clothes into some more comfortable ones, made you drink water and also brought a bucket in the very likely case that you had to throw up. Seulgi was afraid that you could wake the other members too, but her fear quickly proofed to be unnecessary as your eyes became heavier with every second. Confident to be able to handle you alone now, Seulgi thanked her unnie and let her go back to bed again. She wanted to make sure that you were actually sleeping and didn’t have to throw up, so she decided to sit on the edge of the couch a little while longer.

She stroked your hair lovingly and listened to your incoherent babbling about how much you loved her until your breathing became slow and steady. With a last kiss goodnight, she returned to her own bed, trying to get a few more hours of sleep, before she had to get up quite early in the morning to make sure that the maknaes didn’t have the chance to tease you, although she was sure that she couldn’t leave the events of this night all uncommented as well.

Sooyoung

Joy knew it was pure torture for you to watch her move her body in those ways on stage during their concerts. So as a birthday surprise, she decided to go to a club with you. Your birthday happened to be while they were in the US for a special stage during an event, which she saw as the perfect opportunity to try the lifestyle of two careless college girls in love, even if it was only for one night.

On your birthday she surprised you with a beautiful outfit. It wasn’t until after you tried it on, that she told you her plans for the night, which left you equally excited as you were concerned about your girlfriend getting in serious trouble with her company. Sooyoung assured you, however, that the other girls would cover up for her and after you saw her in her outfit that expertly showed her perfect body, all your worries where out the window, because, quite frankly, you lost all ability to think in the first place.

In the club the music was deafening loud, making the effects of the alcohol you drank seem to be even stronger. Having Sooyoung by your side, you had no trouble getting free drinks for the both of you, but because Sooyoung decided that it would be better for her to stay sober in order to have at least one rational person, you drank for two persons that night.

Opposing to you, Sooyoung, however, definitely didn’t need alcohol to dance. She enjoyed seeing you more loose and also the way you weren’t able to hide the emotions in your eyes when looking at her. The whole club was watching your girlfriend sway her hips on the dance floor, but Sooyoung didn’t even notice, because all she could feel was your body against hers and all she could see was the smirk on your lips before she kissed you.

Yeri

Because you were dating the maknae of Red Velvet, the other members automatically treated you as someone that needed to be protected as well. And it was true. Although you had different personalities, Yeri and you were very similar in certain aspects, one being that you both liked to have fun.

Therefore, it was no wonder that you both decided to spice up the game night that you had at Red Velvet’s dorm by introducing alcohol to the table. Over the course of the night, you both invented a series of dumb rules that had to be followed by the both of you as a infraction led to having to drink a sip of the alcohol you were having. Eventually leading to rules like You have to drink every time you blink, the unnies finally decided to end your game before you would trash the whole apartment.

Nevertheless, it was enough for the both of you to be considerably drunk, which had the consequence that you behaved even more childish than you normally would. Yeri and you competed in savage comments, cheated whenever possible during the board games and finally gave your best version of Frozen’s Into the Unknown.

At the end of the night, you would fall asleep faster than ever, only waking up to regret hitting you in the morning. Not only did both of you have a headache, but also did the unnies use every chance that they had to tease their maknae. Yeri was incredibly embarrassed and hoped that soon someone else would have a mishap, so she could do the teasing again.

#red velvet #red velvet reactions #irene #wendy #seulgi #joy #yeri #kpop reactions

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why-this-kolaveri-machi · 4 years

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what more can you do?

WOO! this week’s episode was sad and weird and badly paced and startlingly, unevenly mature in true titans fashion. i loved it (with reservations)! let’s talk about it in excruciating detail:

SPOILERS ahead.

1. i can’t say that i’m awfully thrilled about the show following up on a character’s literal suicide attempt by... not addressing said suicide attempt at all. maybe it’s the awkward way an entire episode’s worth of flashback was shoehorned in between the end of 2.07--where dick literally talked jason off the ledge while in the throes of a psychotic break of his own--and the beginning of this one, but it’s honestly not just bad storytelling, but irresponsible storytelling.

1.5. in a general sense, tho, the tableau at the beginning of the episode is so egregiously unfair--so shockingly, plainly one-sided, with a slump shouldered dick facing the world, only kory on his side, that it’s quite apparent that it’s the lowest these heroes can go. and i do think their individual reactions to dick’s confession provide an interesting insight into their characters. hank and dawn have been operating alone for so long, each a reminder of their traumas and losses and very human frailty to the other, without even the resources that dick and the batman enjoy. it’s been them v the world for so goddamn long; is it any wonder that they were looking for the first excuse to bail out of there, to not Deal with the idea that what they were doing to deal with their traumas and guilt was clearly not working, and dick was--and has been always--so willing to be the scapegoat? hank punching dick was utterly unwarranted--but i can accept that as part of the unaddressed emotional outbursts arising out of years of accumulated head injuries from both college football and vigilantism. (this isn’t to excuse what he did but to contextualise it within hank’s history and personality.) their instinct when facing ugly truths is to retreat to what they think is familiar and what they need--except, as hank realises later in the episode, that’s exactly what’s fucking them up further.

rose is understandably upset at being lied to about her brother’s death and the titans being complicit in the same--but i’m curious that her reaction was to merely leave and not try and fight them. maybe after being defeated by dick while sparring and nearly being killed by rachel she was sensible enough to realise that she couldn’t take them on all at once? i don’t know--she’s curiously been a bit of a cipher this season. jason leaving with her made sense tho--unburdened of the weight of being the team’s scapegoat, understandably miffed at dick for keeping a secret that nearly cost him his life and left him with a great deal of trauma, just Angry at the world in general, he gravitates towards rose, the only other outsider/rebel who tried to reach out to him when everybody else shunned him or looked at him like an impostor. i think the decision was more impulsive than anything--they still look confused and uncertain in the taxi as they leave the tower behind. but--i don’t know. theirs is the storyline that i’m the most perplexed about. we just don’t have a lot of information about either of them, rose especially.

(a part of me still thinks she’s slade’s mole in the tower. but why would she leave if she is? to keep up appearances bc to react in any other way to the news of her brother’s death would be suspicious? maybe she left because her job is done and the titans were splitting up? maybe she was part of the long game to seduce jason over to slade’s side--seeking revenge for dick swaying jericho over to the titans’? am i going to stop asking myself questions in this post? am i ever going to write a review that’s not just stream-of-consciousness nonsense? only time will tell.)

DONNA. oh, donna. her decision to leave seems to me a logical continuation of her s2 arc that i’d talked about in a previous review--paranoid, insecure, retraumatised, and taking out her frustrations on jason and dick. it’s also very interesting to me that she complained to rachel about dick treating them like “soldiers” and only told them things that he deemed that they “need[ed] to know.” it was because of jillian and whatever mysterious business that themyscira was conducting in sf that she and garth and slade ever landed up in that airport at all; even worse, jillian deemed it was something that donna didn’t need to know until it was too late. donna lost so much in that fiasco--the man she loved, her friends, several members of her amazon family, and her sense of purpose, her belief in her strength and her destiny and her faith that other people trusted her as a warrior and as a leader. she’s projecting all that pain onto dick--who again, doesn’t deserve all this shit but takes it anyway because of his own issues.

1.8. and, like. as much as jericho’s death became the Traumatic Event that overshadowed almost everything else in dick’s life for the last five years and helps explain a lot of his hang-ups right from s1, it just doesn’t have the same significance for the others. don’t get me wrong--i’m sure hank, donna and dawn are devastated and guilty about the part that they had to play in manipulating jericho and his eventual death. but their issues with each other, with the titans tower and with their past run deeper and in different directions, and i think all of that came into play when they each decided to go their separate ways.

1.95. idek what the fuck is going on with rachel. i felt every ounce of dick’s heartbreak and devastation when she got up to leave with donna. for all that she saved dick in the first episode of this season, she still hasn’t reached the point where she’s willing to unburden her emotions and issues on him. it must be frustrating and sad for her to realise just how much dick didn’t trust her either. but there’s something else going on as well: maybe she’s realised she has no real control over her re-emerging powers, and, carrying on with the fatalistic attitude she had at the end of 2.05, she wants to spare the titans the chaos and darkness that she carries around with her. (she’s used to running away at this point, after all.) she goes with donna bc donna knows her the least: it would therefore be easy to fool her and escape.

2. more faddei! and kory backstory! \o/

it’s curious that they never once bring up trigon, because s1 gave the impression that she’d come to earth with a specific mission to seek his portal out and destroy it before he could, y’know, Fuck The Universe Up. faddei makes it sound like kory just went on this fun little sabbatical before taking up royal duties, which kiiinda undercuts a lot of what was cool about her s1 arc. i realise you aren’t entirely happy with your freshman season, titans, and s2 looks like it might be a soft reboot, but you don’t have to mutilate it like this!

but seriously. the stakes just got upped exponentially for kory, and it would be really interesting to see where she goes from here. apart from a promise to rachel, she doesn’t really owe the rest of the titans anything--not that i think she views relationships in such transactional terms, of course. on the other hand, abandoning her responsibilities on tamaran has led to its takeover by an unfit leader and the deaths of several of her family and friends. the choice shouldn’t be a choice at all. she should go back home. and yet--she waited too long, and the choice has been taken away from her. faddei is dead, both of their ships are destroyed, and she is stuck on earth, grieving and frustrated and furious. kory is usually very clear headed about exactly where she stands emotionally, but after such a big event, she must be feeling so much pain, guilt, sorrow, anger, even resentment. it’s so easy to look at kory’s level-headedness and open, empathetic personality and use her to prop up other characters, but i hope that this isn’t always the case, and that she’ll be allowed to really work through these emotions while somebody else looks out for her.

2.35. (the little snippets of faddei and kory just enjoying the shit out of the Little Things that humanity has to offer is just... it filled me with so much warmth. i wouldn’t mind an entire episode of them just chilling and exploring and annoying each other with badly-applied out-of-context pop culture references)

2.5. blackfire! i don’t know much about comics!blackfire beyond “she was starfire’s sister, Evil, and possibly sold her sister into slavery??? yikes” so i’m just going purely off what the show has revealed about her so far. it was honestly disconcerting to see so many references to her possible disability (?) and to see both that and the efforts to accommodate her spoken about in... i want to say mocking way? i don’t know. i just saw a murder mystery/thriller movie today where the serial killer was revealed to have been both disabled from birth and mentally ill, and maybe i’m just feeling extra sensitive to the truly disturbing and pervasive trope of having disabled characters be Evil--and tying their Evil to their disability.

2.8. anyhow, blackfire appears to have accumulated a fair bit of power in the time that kory’s been gone: not only can she remotely possess other tamaraneans but she can blow up their ships too. (and didn’t faddei say that she had goons on the ground, looking for starfire?)

2.9. it’s a Lot to deal with this late in the season. maybe kory will leave for tamaran to deal with blackfire once and for all at the end of the season. and if titans ends up cancelled, wouldn’t that be a bittersweet ending.

(wherein ‘bittersweet’ translates to ‘devastating’ ofc)

3. oh where do i even start with dick

his worst fears came true. after his confession, not only did his old friends up and leave, but so did rachel and jason, which he found more heartbreaking than anything else. utterly consumed by guilt and convinced more than ever before of his culpability, he actively seeks out ways to self-flagellate, first by going to adeline to apologise, then by banishing himself, then by making sure he is punished (tho i have my doubts on that last one; will elaborate a little later). after watching him have an extended psychotic break and dash into not one but two suicide missions, watching dick grayson do this to himself feels like watching an extended feature on human suffering. it’s not fun, or pretty, and i can feel it reaching its nadir so that dick can bounce back up again, but i hope it happens soon.

(dick’s natural tendency to internalise guilt and responsibility into a hard little diamond core at his centre and his long training with batman with all the emphasis on secrets and subterfuge with a healthy underpinning of paranoia ironically means that he does so much goddamn emotional labour for this team. he’s the glue that keeps them together, that gives them purpose. he’s trying so hard to do good by everybody that he isn’t really able to achieve it with any of them, which leads to another self-flagellating spiral and him determining to try harder and the cycle just keeps going on. only kory seems to have ever broken this cycle, because she’s never demanded anything of him, nor he of her. it’s really sad to think how bereft dick feels right now, and more than that, how it’s stopping him from being there for the people who really do need him and trust him, like gar and rachel.)

3.25. adeline makes a very good point about how merely apologising doesn’t mean you’re owed forgiveness, and that seeking it out after all these years is a self-serving exercise in itself. but i can see dick taking it hard, especially after discovering that she’s letting slade--the man who actually killed her son--recuperate at her home. (and let’s be clear: however good her intentions, she participated in lying to her child about the truth of what his father actually does. wow, jericho was really just fucked over by pretty much every one he loved, wasn’t he?)

but i am glad to see dick isn’t so far gone that he takes the blame for jericho’s death in front of slade. he’s very aware that slade has permanently broken the team and very aware of the threat slade poses if they ever try to get back together again, but he’s not going to completely surrender every last shred of his self-worth and dignity to this man, and that was refreshing to see.

3.5. so he banishes himself to the farthest place he can think of with nothing more than the shirt on his back and a single duffel bag. it’s so over-the-top yet so... dick grayson.

3.8. BUT WAIT! ~PLOT TWIST~

ok so here’s what’s happening, all right? strap in:

a) jericho is one hundred percent inside slade. i have no doubts about this. adeline knows this too. it’s why she was so even-keeled while talking to dick, why she confidently said that jericho loved dick, and why she said “they” might be willing to forgive him. i’m thinking when slade crawled back home, jericho took advantage of his father’s momentary weakness to tell what was happening to his mother.

b) jericho tried to communicate to dick. i saw something somewhere which said that slade had gestured something very specific in asl while conversing with dick? i’m willing to believe that was intentional.

c) when dick was turning to leave and slade called him one last time and gave his “banishment sentence” jericho likely jumped bodies from slade to dick

d) so why did dick get himself arrested at the airport?

- dick was going through, as others have speculated, a dissociative episode. given how he’s exhibited signs of mental illness throughout this season this isn’t that far out of the realm of possibility, but it’s a weak and redundant narrative bridge and wasn’t shot in a way that suggested that it was a mental break. so i’m ruling this out.

- jericho took over. maybe he felt that this was the only way he could force dick to stay in sf. maybe some of his father’s anger/resentment leeched into him and he wanted to dick to experience some actual punishment instead of scarpering again. maybe he was overwhelmed by dick’s own self-flagellating tendencies and chose the shortest route to maximum pain. maybe it’s a combination of all three.

- dick finally got his brain into gear and realised at the last minute that jericho had possessed slade and was trying to tell him something. why he then proceeded to get himself arrested instead of running out of the airport is a mystery.

personally, i’m leaning towards the ‘jericho possessed dick’ possibility.

4. gar is such a sweetheart and i am so glad that he took centrestage this episode, even though, like always, it was to support another character and ended up with him crying and begging for help from an unresponsive dick. *sighs*

4.5. much like dick himself, he’s trying to do good by everybody, only to end up badly misjudging a situation, and all alone.

5. oof. this has gone on for far too long and i am Tired. more thoughts to come later, because right now my brain is as disorganised as... as disorganised as a titans episode. hah! self-burn!!!

#titans #titans spoilers #dick grayson #koriand'r #garfield logan #hank hall #dawn granger #donna troy #rachel roth #slade wilson #meta #aaaah this is 2.6k+ words long I'M SORRY

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dragon-kazansky · 5 years

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Can you write some jealous and possessive 13 Doctor?

Here you go! Enjoy!

Most of the people you met on your adventures tended to be quite nice, and usually follow along when their lives were put on the line. It was always important in certain situations that no matter who you were, you were worked together to see the next day. This helped you make friends when you travelled through time or met friendly aliens on another planet.

Sometimes you met leaders of groups who liked to think they knew better than the Doctor. If given the choice, you would pick your quirky blonde Doctor any day of the week. No matter who thought they were in charge.

The Doctor trusted you. She knew you would depend on her if you needed her. It’s one of the things she adored about you. You were always smiling at her and laughing with her. You were always by her side when she needed you and you stood your ground when you didn’t like how things were turning out.

This current group you had come across seemed like such a nice group, they just wanted help and the Doctor was right there to give it. It hadn’t gone past her notice that the leader had been looking at you since you both arrived.

“You are more than welcome to hold my hand if you need the comfort.”

“Um, thanks, but I’ll be fine.”

You gave him a smile as you declined his offer, but her had not been swayed by your answer. He grinned and stayed quite close by you while you listened to what the Doctor had to say.

“I think if you take me to the box you found, I can help you make them go away.” She looked at the group, but her eyes lingered on the leader. You hadn’t seemed to notice her stare, and she was happy about that.

The group discussed their options amongst themselves, the leader keen to involve you in the conversation, despite you stating it’s up to them to decide.

“Do you trust the Doctor?” He asked you, looking only at you.

“With my life.”

“Then we shall do as she says. Take her to the box.” He nodded at the youngest of the group who waved the Doctor over and began to lead her down the far side hall. You made your move to follow her, but a hand reached out to grip your arm gently. The Doctor glared at the man for holding you back, hoping you would join her side where she knew you were safe.

“How long have you been travelling with the Doctor?” He asked, making sure to match his pace with yours as you both walked down the hall. You kept your eyes on the Doctor, however.

“Years. We don’t really stop.”

“Must get lonely seeing the stars.” There was a hint of something in his voice, but you couldn’t quite place it.

“Not really, I have the Doctor of course. All we need is each other.” You smiled, watching the way her hair moved as she brushed some of it out of her face.

“No boyfriend to keep you company?”

“Just the Doctor.”

“Who keeps you warm at night? Takes you on dates and treats you like the queen you are?”

You stopped in your tracks and looked up at the man, finally taking yours eyes from the one person you wanted to be with more than anyone right now. You wanted to be by her side so badly, reaching for her hand and the soothing sound of her voice calming your nerves.

“I only need the Doctor. She’s the most important person in the world to me, I don’t need someone to keep me warm at night, and I’m not a queen. I’m a traveller who just wants to see the stars with the most amazing person in the world.”

The man only chuckled and reached for your hand, you wanted to pull away, but he was quick in kissing the back of your hand.

“You’re far more fascinating than the stars, love.” He cradled both your hands in his as he looked down at you with that odd expression in his eyes again. “You should stay here with us when this is all over. Your friend will sort it all out, the ghosts will vanish, and we can get to know one another.” He tried to close the gap between you, but the short blonde pushed herself between you both and reached for your hand.

The man look bewildered for a moment.

“Do you mind? We were having a moment?” He glared down at the Doctor.

“Were you? Cause my dear Y/N didn’t look like she was enjoying it, and for the record you can’t just take away my girlfriend like that! None of your sweet words could ever be a better offer than all of time and space.” She poked him in the chest. “I don’t know who you think you are, but when I’m done here, I’m taking my beautiful Y/N back to the TARDIS and I’m going to show he a moon like no other.” She had venom in her voice.

“Feisty, I like it.” He chuckled.

“No, don’t say anything you vile man. Just because you’re the leader here doesn’t mean yo can have anything you want.”

“Why don’t we let them choose?” He looked at you. “Come on, sweetheart, I can show you the stars too. We can go outside right now and have a look at them.” He held his hands out as if his was displaying himself.

You scoffed at him and turned to the Doctor.

“Don’t hate me.”

The Doctor was confused by your words and the man thought for just a second he had won this little battle, but his smug attitude went down the drain when you grabbed the Doctor’s coat and pulled her into a kiss.

The man sighed and walked away, clearly the loser here.

“Were you jealous?”

“No!” The Doctor looked to the side. “Maybe.”

You smiled and wrapped your arms around her, resting your head on her chest.

“I’m sorry you felt that way, but just so you know, I’d pick you any day of the week. I don’t care how much gold, fun and love I get offered. You’ll always be my choice, Doctor. Can’t put a price on you.”

“I love you, Y/N.” She muttered, wrapping her arms around you.

“I love you too.” You smiled up at her and grabbed her hand. “Now, let’s get rid of those ghosts and leave, I don’t want to be here any longer than we have to be.”

“Good idea.”

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Chapter 1

When Ciestess arrives in our new world, her first thought is something completely pointless.

< Cold… I’m cold again… < … I HATE the cold. >

Tess knew she’d be cold. She starts off cold almost every time she arrives in a new world. And yet she always acts surprised by it each time.

She’s lying down. I can feel grass and dirt underneath our new body. So she’s outside, then.

There’s something poking her side, maybe a twig or rock. It hurts, but not enough to make her move yet, apparently. Always so careless about her health, I swear…

She opens her eyes. There’s a tree trunk in front of her. A forest, then? Ah, there we go -- she sits up. Not just a forest. She’s on a mountain.

She gives a long-suffering sigh. < Why can’t my body ever form with clothes on? No matter how many times it happens, it never gets any less annoying. < Noctu isn’t bugging me yet, at least. > Oh yeah? Looks like it’s time for Xihrae’s present!

I send the information our newest companion’s gathered into her brain, and her head throbs all the way to the eye sockets. < Jeez! C’mon, man, really?! I get making sure I’m prepared, but this is too much information! Now I’m cold AND I have a headache! It’s like I studied for over a hundred tests in five minutes!!! > One hand goes up to her head, the other to the ground to help keep her steady. She’s swaying, the world spins… < Ooooh, my head! I’m gonna be sick! I need a distraction -- anything but the pounding in my skull! >

She looks outward for a distraction, while inside her new brain synthesizes the rush of information and experiences about this world. She starts at her toes. This new body seems to be humanoid, as Tess prefers. Similar, in its basic form, to her original body, and the kind of form she’s been in for the past few worlds. Working to stand, she gets her feet under her, wobbling in the unfamiliar gravity, nervous system, and bodily proportions. < I’m… maybe average size for its age? Still smaller than I’d like. > < What were you expecting, > I interrupt her thoughts, < when starting out at prepubescence? > As her gaze moves up, I notice several differences about this body. It has fangs, I can feel a strength like iron in every muscle, and, although it’s night, she can see for miles in every direction.

< Greeeaaat. And just when my head finally stops pounding, I’m interrupted by yet another annoyance; as usual, I’ve arrived hungry. Be-a-utiful. > < Well, yeah. A new body doesn’t come with a full stomach any more than it does with clothes. > < Although… Wait, I’m hungry for-? > < -Yep! And on that note, Xihrae knew you’d be interested in this the moment he heard about it. > I point out a specific set of information in her head. < The world’s last vampire. Until you showed up, anyway. > She’s started grinning without even realizing it. < Aww, you two! Always spoiling me~! You really know how to brighten a girl’s mood! >

Now used to her newest flesh prison, she stretches her new prizmal body a bit. It seems that, while Prizmal itself is far from connected to the material aspects of this world, her own prizmal body can interact with any matter it touches. < Well. Having to drink blood isn’t exactly ideal, but, hey!- > The ground underneath her turns to shadow, then spreads up and envelopes her. < -at least I can make my own clothes, for once! >

She just makes a simple black dress. No need for anything fancy.

And no time, either. She hears something approaching -- a LOT of somethings.

She stretches her eyesight. < In the bushes. Is that…? -No way! > < Oh, no. >

She lets out a little scream of delight, “Ah! Wolfies!” She doesn’t love wolves NEARLY as much as vespers, but they are definitely up there on her “favorite animals” list. …Which means I’m gonna be stuck listening to her blather on about them the whole time we’re in this world.

Tess thanks her new body for its instincts as she transforms into a flock of bats, each only about two inches long, to get a closer look. She dodges through tree limbs and around foliage, and if I had a face, I’d cringe at the handful of times she crashes. We find a surprise when she reaches the nearest one. < JEEZ, it’s huge! I’d almost forgotten how big wolves are! > < Actually… > I do a quick calculation, relating the size of the wolf to the nearby elements, < It’s bigger than average by approximately- >

< -Yeah, whatever -Don’t care -CUTE! > But karma must exist here, because the wolf notices her, snapping at the air with enormous, drooling, teeth-filled jaws- < -Bigwolf,lotsofdrool,bigjaws,MANYTEETH! > She had also, apparently, forgotten how freaking high they can jump, because she only barely dodges in time. < Hey! That’s no way to treat a new guest! > < … Was that meant to be out lou-? > < I know, I know. I’m currently still ba- > < -Because bats can’t talk, y’kno-! > < -Shut up! I’m doing well for only, like… 5 minutes in! > < Haha! ~Whatever makes you feel better, sweetie~! >

She finds a nice-sized branch above the creature and transforms back to her humanoid fleshiness- and pauses to listen. < … Rustling? -Oh. It’s packmates! 1, 2, 3… > They stalk out of the trees slowly. There’s maybe ten of them, all growling and barking at her, their eyes reflecting the moonlight. She purses her lips. < … No. No, this just won’t do. They are all far too cute to have angry at me. < I want to pet them, dammit!

< Alright… Deep breath. > Oh! She’s about to start a hypnotizing song. I always love watching this part! I tune in more deeply to the senses of her body, trying to feel what she feels. The wind gusts, filling our nose with the scent of autumn- -When one of them starts howling.

The others all join in -- it’s SO LOUD!

We cover our ears, cringing in pain and realizing, belatedly, that of course Tess’s hearing is more sensitive than Xihrae’s! All of her senses are more sensitive than his! But still… Listening past the pain, it’s a rather beautiful noise… Almost a shame to interrupt.

But, in the shadows of the trees on the other side of the small clearing -- a new audience member is watching. So it’s time to put on a show. We take another breath. The wind slows. And Tess sings.

…

It takes a couple minutes to have an effect. But slowly, the howling stops. Once every wolf is silently staring at her, she jumps down -- a fall that would have broken both of Xihrae’s legs, yet she barely feels it. < Well well. You finally get a body that isn’t as fragile as PAPER for once! > I jab at her. It’s an exaggeration… But, more to my own annoyance than her’s, only barely.

The wolves approach her, blocking any escape. They’re large enough, and Tess small enough, that they can look her in the eyes. They sniff her -- then start licking her and pounding the ground with their paws. Tess grins widely, uncontrollably. < Aaaww! A group of giant predators, acting like I’m their leader?!

< So cute! > She scratches behind the nearest wolf’s ears. “Who’s a dangerous predator! Who’s a good giant puppy!?”

“...” As she’s having the time of her short-lived life, her mysterious audience member decides to show himself. He steps out from beneath a nearby pine, the shadows clinging to him -- then dispersing as he pulls away from them, evidently having only been held in place by his presence. An old man, almost twice Tess’s height. Wrinkled face, white hair reaching past his shoulders. Matching long white mustache and goatee. Dressed in a clearly expensive suit. Eyes the color of blood.

… And fangs poking out of his smile. He’s clapping with skeleton-like hands -- and chuckling.

The last vampire.

The name Xihrae had saved for her surfaces in her mind. < This must be “Dracula.” > Along with the name comes one of Xihrae’s master plans, solidifying itself step-by-step inside her head. Having watched him form it, I vouch for it; in this case, it (probably) isn’t a setup for some kind of chaos.

Still, it’s not impossible for him to hide information from me. And yet, despite my doubts, despite the number of times he’s tricked us, Ciestess insists upon trusting him! I just don’t understand… But. Even if I don’t agree, I… Well. Tess has decided to trust him.

So, I’ll let it slide. For now.

Having reviewed her course of action, Tess braces herself to play the long-game. < Well, then. Time to put on my best innocent act. > Aaah! A show I love even more than her singing: Watching the effects of her aura on brand new souls! Fumbling, she extracts herself from the mountain of paws, tongues, and wagging tails. < Time to make a good impression. >

She twists and fidgets her hands in front of her, makes her eyes go wide, eyebrows tilted up and in, the corners of her mouth tilted down -- and many other microexpressions, adding up to an overall fearful and guilty appearance. She squeaks out, “I’m s- I’m so sorry for trespassing! -” -But he interrupts her apologies, “I’ve never seen my wolves take so well to an outsider.” His voice is deep, but not as deep as I had expected.

He stops clapping, folding his hands behind him as he walks towards her. The wolves move out of his way quickly, sitting at attention on either side of his path like soldiers. Even the ones near her stop playing to stand and watch him, their ears and eyes trained on him, tails low and unmoving. Dracula only stops once he’s within arms reach of Tess, staring down with a calm, intrigued expression.

And that’s all he does, for a few moments. His eyes bore into hers. Then-

“How did you learn such an ability?” Still feigning nervous energy -- hands fidgeting, feet shifting -- she replies, holding eye contact, “I was… born with it. I think?” “You think?” Nothing has changed, yet the tension coming from him is palpable. Pursing her lips, Tess breaks the eye contact and rubs her arm.

“What is your name?” She looks back up at him. His expression still hasn’t changed.

She breaks eye contact yet again, looking to the right of him. < Innocence. Ignorance. > Trying to appear as though she’s struggling to remember -- eyebrows furrowed, mouth tense -- Tess replies slowly, “Ci… Cies…?” Then, as she looks back at him, she says her name with confidence. “Ciestess.”

His eyes narrow slightly -- but his head tilts just a little. < Good, good… Come on… > “Your accent. You are from… far from here, yes?” She regains her uncertain, “thinking” pose and doesn’t answer. He waits patiently for a bit, then asks, “Where are you from, miss Ciestess?” She transitions to feigning slight anxiety -- eyes wide, eyebrows tilted back up. Looking back at him, she replies, “I… I don’t…”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “How did you get here?”

< Yes! He’s falling for it. Time to seal the deal! > She looks down at the ground, wraps her arms around herself and starts shaking -- which isn’t hard, since she’s still cold. “I don’t know. I- … How did I…? Wh-” Tess looks back up at him, eyes even wider. “Where… am I?”

He considers Tess for a few moments, eyes narrowed even further. Yet, he almost seems to be grinning, slightly. < If he thinks he’s playing me -- EVEN BETTER! > “Do you have anywhere to stay? Anyone you’re travelling with?” She looks back at the ground, shoulders hunching slightly, and, after a couple of beats, shakes her head.

It only takes a couple more moments before it happens: “Why not come inside? You can stay with me. Until we find where you belong.”

His hand enters her line-of-sight -- he’s holding it out for Tess to take. She looks back up at him. With power in his voice, he says, “I insist.”

Outwardly, Tess hesitantly takes his hand -- still shaking and wide-eyed. Inwardly -- she’s struggling not to grin.

< Hook, line, and sinker! >

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Mafia’s Girl Pt. 7

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 2566

Warnings: Kidnapping (again), torture (not too graphic), blood(?) swearing ig

Genre: Sorta angst

Summary: Being kidnapped and hired by the biggest gang leader in your city was never part of your plan. Yet here you are, working for him now, doing odd jobs here and there, nothing too dangerous. Little did you know he wanted more from you than to be just another employee. He planned to make you his. How exactly was he going to do that? With your attitude it wasn’t going to be easy, but what Suga wants, Suga gets, every time. Would you be the exception?

***

When Namjoon calls you telling you that he's there you quickly make your way to his car and get inside.

"Woah you look sexy as sin." He says.

"Yeah, thanks, that's the general consensus." You say.

"Well who wouldn't think so when you're all dolled up like this." He chuckles. "Anyway what the hell are you doing out here?" He asks as you begin the drive back to your apartment building.

"The party was at a beach house down the road. I didn't want to wait for you there because I didn't want you there and I didn't want anyone to try and speak to me so I walked up the street because I saw the hotel on the way there." You explain.

"Okay so why were you in such a rush to leave?" He asks.

"Because Suga is fucking nuts! And not in the psycho killer drug lord way! I mean probably but that's not what I mean!" You say with exaggerated hand gestures littering your reply.

"What happened y/n?" Namjoon asks glancing at you for a moment before turning his eyes back to the road.

"Okay. So he gave numbers to the important people in his gang. Hobi and Tae have numbers, the doctor who treated my ankle, the kid who was with me for my first mission, and some guy named Jimin. All of them have numbers, 3-7, those are like... the inner circle, the people he trusts and considers family, there was an 8 guy too but he uh... betrayed Suga so he's gone now."

"Okay? What's wrong with that? It seems pretty... gang culture I guess, to give the important ones a special name or code." He shrugs confused.

"He's number 1 obviously, as boss, but he doesn't have number 2. Do you know why?"

"Of course not, but I'm assuming you're about to tell me." He chuckles.

"He left out 2 in his little numbering because he decided to reserve it for his 'queen' as he put it. The woman that will stand by his side, probably as his girlfriend or wife or whatever. Basically the Harley Quinn to his Joker ass." You huff.

"That's actually cute, why are you mad?" Namjoon asks finding this all very amusing.

"Because he's decided I'm going to be his 2!" You say. Namjoon's smile disappears immediately.

"I'm sorry what?" He asks.

"He thinks I'm the only person suitable to stand by his side. It's why he hired me, why he puts up with my attitude, why he made me stay with him over a sprained fucking ankle, why he made me come tonight. He wants me to be his." You explain.

"That's ridiculous." Namjoon scoffs.

"I fucking know that!" You huff.

"Well what did you say to him?"

"That he's fucking nuts and he can't just decide I'm his '02 obviously. I mean we literally met 3 months ago and he barely speaks to me. Why would he think I'd just agree with it?" You roll your eyes.

"So now what are you going to do? Quit?" He asks.

"You don't just 'quit' this kinda thing Joon." You scoff.

"So you're going to keep working for him?!"

"If he doesn't fire me then yeah I guess so. It's not like he's just going to let me go. Not after all this time." You say looking out the window.

"After all this time?"

"You think he made this decision when he hired me? He's been playing my protector for who knows how long. It's gonna take more than me storming out of a party to get him to fuck off." You sigh.

"Just be careful with him y/n." Namjoon sighs. At this point the both of you have returned to your apartment building and naturally you followed him up to his apartment to finish your conversation. "This world is dangerous. You shouldn't be part of it." He frowns.

"It seems like this life has chosen me." You shrug.

"No it hasn't." He says.

"Really? My dad was part of it. I was born into it. I thought I escaped but now I've been chosen as the infamous Suga's future fucking wifey. I can run all I want but I doubt I'm getting away from any of this crap." You say.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I can't save you from this." He mutters.

"It's okay Joon. You don't need to save me." You tell him grabbing his arm.

"Not yet, but what if something happens to you. What happens if I can't protect you? We're family. It'd kill me if you got hurt and I couldn't do anything about it. I don't want to feel that helplessness. I want to be able to help you, but I can't protect you from everything that comes along with that... world they're part of." He says frowning. You wrap your arms around him hugging him tightly.

"You don't have to worry about protecting me, I'm not going anywhere Joon." You say.

"You're going to send me to an early grave y/n. I swear." He sighs. You laugh.

"I wouldn't if you'd just trust me to take care of myself." You tell him.

"I do trust you, but it's not exactly in your hands when you're dealing with... people like Suga." He says.

"I know it's not ideal, but this is the situation I'm in. I just have to make the best of it." You say.

"We. We have to make the best of it. No matter how dangerous your life is I'm still going to be here for you." He says.

"How can you expect me be scared for my life when I've got someone like you by my side through it all?"

"You're probably tired huh. I'll get you something to sleep in while you shower yeah." Namjoon says slowly untangling himself from you and disappearing into his bedroom. You grab a towel from the hall closet and head to the bathroom for a relaxing shower after a taxing evening. Showered and dressed in a t-shirt and sweats, courtesy of Namjoon's closet, you curl up in his guest room and fall asleep with ease.

*~*

The next morning after breakfast you and Namjoon head out to the mall to make up for your interrupted plans the night before.

"So what are you gonna do with that dress you wore to Suga's party?" He asks as you walk through the giant shopping mall.

"Hide it in the back of my closet and never put it on again of course. What else would I do with it?" You chuckle.

"It's a gorgeous dress though. You said he gave it to you right? You get a dress like that for free, why wouldn't you wear it?"

"Joon the only place that'd be appropriate is another of his parties, or at the club and I spend enough time there working." You roll your eyes.

"You're working tonight aren't you?" He asks.

"Yeah. I'm supposed to be." You say flicking through clothing racks at some random store that you couldn't remember the name of.

"Thank fuck! Work is so weird without you, and I'm tired of answering the dreaded 'where is the Wild Rose' because everyone knows we're like close as fuck. People think I've finally swooped you up and domesticated you." He groans making you laugh.

"Domesticate me? At this rate I'm never gonna be truly domestic." You scoff.

"You know he can't force you to marry him right?" Namjoon says.

"Suga? He's dangerous and powerful. If he knows my weakness he could easily get me to do what he wants." You mutter.

"You? Have a weakness?"

"Yeah. It's you idiot. I've lost all my family. You're all I got, I'd give my life to him if it kept you safe." You say.

"Aw! That's so sweet!" He says pulling you into a hug. "But you know you don't have to right?"

"I know! Doesn't change the fact that I would. Anyway that's enough mushy garbage." You say pushing him away from you to go purchase the clothes you picked out. Once you've checked out you both hit probably half the mall before going back to your apartments to get ready for work. Your work costume tonight consists of black lacy undergarments and matching stilettos. You throw on your trench coat before meeting Namjoon in the hall to walk to work together.

"It's been like ages since you were there. I bet the house will be packed later once people find out that you're on the schedule tonight." He chuckles.

"Yeah yeah you just keep the patrons happy and drunk." You roll your eyes.

"Don't act like you don't love your job." He says.

"It's obviously not something I wanna do forever, but some of the time it's enjoyable." You say.

"You know you can quit whenever you want right?" He says frowning.

"Of course. As psycho as he is Suga pays me well. But I like dancing." You tell him waving him off as you both arrive at the club, muted music can be heard from outside. You make your way inside and head straight to the back where the dancers stay until their shows.

"Rose! Holy shit you're back!" One of the other dancers runs over to hug you.

"Hi Bunny." You laugh.

"What happened to you?" She asks.

"I- had some personal things to take care of, but now I'm back and ready to dance my heart out." You laugh as the other girls surround you.

"Welcome back Rose." Another dancer, Red, says laying her hand on your shoulder. You smile.

"Okay guys quit being sentimental. Did everyone take their pre-show shots yet?" You ask.

"We were just about to." Bunny says.

"Then let's get to it!" You say going over to the table where a line of shots waits for you all. It's a ritual to take at least three shots before the night starts, a little bit of liquid confidence never hurts in your line of work. With the shots out of the way everyone is chatting and the room is buzzing with anticipation as you all wait for each of your sets. Yours is later into the night, around twelve, with Bunny and Red. The minute the three of you hit the stage the energy in the room changes drastically, you capture the attention of the entire room as your bodies dip and sway to the beat of the music. You allow yourself to get lost in the music, letting it control your movements for the next forty-five minutes that you're on stage as men lean towards you to shove bills wherever they can reach to place them. Your time on stage passes quickly and before you know it you're making your way backstage counting your profits for the night. You place your money in your trench coat pocket that you left in Namjoon's work locker, and make your way out to mingle with club patrons dressed in dark jeans and a tube top. You're watching one of the newer girls perform when a man comes up behind you and clasps your wrists behind your back with his large hand.

"You'd do well to come with me." He says into your ear. You fight against his hold but stiffen when you feel the cold barrel of a gun against your back. "Hold still missy. If you don't your friend may just not leave here alive." He says. Your head snaps towards the bar to find Namjoon unknowingly serving a man who is watching you both like a hawk. You notice the gun strapped inside the man's coat. How did they even know about him? Fuck did they follow you to work and you didn't notice?

"I'll go with you just don't hurt anyone." You say quietly.

"Good girl." He says. He nods towards his partner who makes his way out of the club as the man behind you leads you out, gun still pressed to your back and hand still holding your wrists. They lead you into a vehicle and tie something around your eyes. There's quite a bit of jostling before a cloth is placed over your mouth and nose and you're instantly aware they're going to knock you out with chloroform.

Hours later you find yourself in a dark room tied to a chair.

"Well this feels oddly familiar." You muse quietly. You squint into the darkness hoping to find any indication of where you are or what's going on. As your eyes scan the dark room the lights are turned on and you're approached by a man you've met once before. It's one of Suga's guests at his party. You recall your less than comfortable conversation with him and Suga saving you from that situation. Suga had called him Jax if you remember correctly.

"We meet again, y/n." He smiles eerily at you.

"Whatever it is you want I'm certain that I don't have it." You say.

"Actually you do sweetie. What I want is the ability to bring down the infamous Min Suga and you, are precisely how I'm going to do it." He says.

"Me? How?"

"Easy. So long as you're here, he's going to do exactly as I want because you, believe it or not, are that man's weakness. I could see it when he interrupted our conversation. He'd do anything for you." He says. You roll your eyes.

"You're a complete moron." You say.

"Excuse you?" The man scoffs.

"Suga would soon kill me himself than to give you the upper hand."

"I think you're just a little bit naive in your thinking if you believe that."

"Yeah right. You don't know a damn thing about that man."

"Really? You don't think he's going to come rescue you?"

"He better fucking not." You hiss.

"Oh? Do you care about him? Are you prioritizing his life?"

"With a life like this you don't get far without a strong sense of self preservation. And he's not an idiot. Anyone can see the he clearly knows that." You say.

"For a man in his position allies are more important than self preservation, and I currently have his greatest asset."

"If you wanted to hit him where it hurts you should've gone after the boys. They're his family. I've been known the guy for three months. He doesn't give a shit about me. You could kill me and he wouldn't blink twice about it."

"Should we test that theory then?" He cocks an eyebrow up.

"Do. Your. Worst." You taunt.

"Gladly." He smirks pulling out a switchblade. "I can't kill you yet, I need you alive if I want Suga to do what I say, but that doesn't mean I can't have my fun." He says while lightly dragging the blade across your side. You brace yourself knowing he'll break the skin there momentarily. You let out a hiss of pain when the blade digs into your flesh and he drags it across your side. The wound is deep, but not life threatening. "I'll have someone come close that up soon." He says leaving the room. Little did you know, soon actually means 30-45 minutes and by the time you've been stitched up you're weak from the blood loss. The only thing that could save you now is the ring around your finger that Namjoon gifted you many years ago.

***

A/N: two AUs being uploaded at the same time with drastically different vibes

I tried not to be super graphic with the torture stuff enjoy~

Part 7/???

#bts #BTS suga #mafia au #mafia yoongi

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