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lazulian-devil · 2 months
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The bells of winter
I found another prompt I fucked around with and Im sure whoever wrote it meant something entirely different by it, but I dont care :p Enjoy!
Part 1 about a retiring pirate
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It had been an incredibly cold winter that left the wood half frozen when you brought it in the house. The ice crawled onto the windows, the snow sat in front of the doors and your breath was like cigarette smoke, hurting all the same in your throat and lungs. I didnt quite like it, but then again, nobody did.
It was a slow kind of terror that came with the wind, but decided to stay and wander our village. We hadnt invited it but none of us knew how to make it leave. And it was followed by all its children: Fear of hunger. Of freezing. Of pain. Of being unable to repair what would inevitably break under the ice pressure. Fear of loosing someone. Of loosing everyone. No amount of mittens, coats, hats, lined trousers and shoes could safe you from a cold that would freeze your beard if you didnt cover it. Or snowblind your eyes if you went out for too long. As I said. I didnt quite like it.
But I remember vividly the small green something that had broken through the snow in february. Everything was still so white, every step making that distinct crunching noise I never quite knew to put in words, my mittens more hole than cloth. But there it was, like a wound in the snow. Vivid. Green. Alive. Surrounded on all sides by slumbering trees and bushes. And the endless, all swallowing white of the world. The small blade of green had pushed away the snow around it, piercing through the blanket with more vigor and hope than I had felt in the last weeks. I didnt want to believe it yet. I didnt want to be hopeful. I had been, a few times before. When the elders told of the feelings in their bones, when a few birds came looking for seeds in our barn, when Maria finished spinning her threads of wool and started knitting me the itchiest and yet warmest sweater yet, so I could finally make the journey to Rivan without freezing to death. But all that hope had died on me not shortly after. The bones of the elders didnt mean anything when the storm hit. The birds were eaten. And Rivan was just as barren as our village. Nobody wanted to trade except for the children. They needed new knucklebones for their games. Something I at least could provide them with.
So, looking at that green wonder growing next to my trampled paths in the snow, I closed the door again and tried to forget about it. There were always outliers. It wasnt warm enough yet. How could it be.
By the next day, there were seven of them. Tiny knives, stabbing the snow. Soon enough, the first one I had found grew another blade and another, until a small blossom stretched itself towards the sun, its head opening up to a beautiful white bell, hanging and swaying in the wind. "Snowdrops." Maria said at the door and I agreed, a stack of firewood in my hand. Then she hushered me inside. The wind shouldnt get in after all.
And then, by the day, there were more. First a handful. Then a few dozen. Then hundreds. They grew wherever we hadnt trampled the snow down, always in bundles of four or five, as if they were holding on to one another when the winds came to shake the white bells they had for heads. I wondered if the other plants could hear them chime. "Look." They were saying to all the slumbering seeds under ground. "It will be over soon."
I agreed, reluctantly. Cautiously. My trust in the sun had been shaken a little too much. But I continued on regardless. And soon, when the snow started melting, leaving a patchwork of dirt and white and grass behind, things changed again. By the time the last snow drops blossomed in March, they were accompanied by others that had followed their call.
I wish I could have preserved them. But then again, I wouldnt need to look at them in summer, when everything is still green or in autumn, when everything is color. They are, all things concidered, quite boring little flowers. But when the timing is just right, they are the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.
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Sink Your Teeth In (Part 2 of Are You In Or Out?)
Rated: Explicit (Paz is in the next chapter DONT WORRY)
Word count: 7.5k
Warnings: mentions of violence, blood, the cold?, reader is in PERIL YET AGAIN, vaginal fingering, oral female receiving, unprotected vaginal sex (wrap them schlongs yall), brief hand jobs, swearing, angst, very VERY light choking, din is a sub sorta?? bottom energy 
Summary: Well. At least you aren't dead. After a solo hunt gone wrong, you’re dumped in a cave on Csilla. Hopefully someone finds you before you freeze to death.  
a/n: hey…so uh. HOW ABOUT THAT EPISODE HUH?!? aheM anyway--yall I just wanna thank everyone first off for all the love and support!!! I see all of your comments and tags and AH IM SO LUCKY TO HAVE ALL OF YOU GUYS. ALSO SPECIAL SHOUTOUT TO @djxrxn​ THIS WOULDNT HAVE BEEN DONE WITHOUT YOU BB GORL
Well—
Here you are. 
Taken by surprise by another bounty, further proving how irrevocably incompetent you are at this line of work. You blame the binders. An older, clunkier model—easy to pick if you’re clever enough and yes. Maybe you should’ve asked to borrow a carbonite chamber, but hey—where’s the fun in that? 
Not much, as it so happens. 
Your feet had been kicked up on the dashboard, dozing and unaware of the freed bounty creeping up behind the pilot’s seat. Something delightfully blunt smashed against your temple, jolting you into a brief conscious state where the only thing you could think before passing out again, was a resounding— 
Oh, fuck me sideways with a fucking lightsaber—
The rest is hazy. A blur of colors and the fuzzy shapes of your bounty’s face sneering in amusement when she bound your wrists and ankles and left you in the cargo hold. Vaguely you recall your ship being commandeered, swung into an unidentified atmosphere and landing on said unknown planet Or planets. Planet hopping to cover up a trail. 
The bitter cold, sharper than a needle through skin is what shook off the last dregs of unconsciousness. The bounty’s hand was hooked into the collar of your clothes, dragging your limp body through drifts of snow and ice. You would’ve fought back—should’ve even though each extremity felt like a numb block of lead. Not very useful in a fight…
Soon, the snow turned to mud and the mud to stone as a mouth of a cave slid over the impossibly blue sky. Dumped in a cave, and left to die—perfect way to bite the dust. Your bounty turned captor lands a sharp kick to your ribs, mouthing some curse in a language you don’t understand, and left without a second thought. 
Seems about right. You have a knack for lying helpless and half dead in places you ought not to be in. 
Two days and counting, you’ve been holed up in this blasted cave with no food, no supplies and no comlink. It’s going be a fucking chore to find you—nearly impossible. You’re lucky in that aspect you guess—you know enough bounty hunters to sniff out a a needle in a whole stack of needles, so all it is is a race of time against the elements and how long it takes for one of them to notice.            
Aeris is no help. He left a day before you had—hired as personal protection for some syndicate leader halfway across the galaxy. Ives is in a similar boat, off-world and unavailable to drag your ass out of the hole you’ve dug. Which leaves…
You sigh and pinch the bridge of your nose between your forefinger and thumb. Anytime you even think of those two a migraine cumulates behind your eyes. It’s…it’s not like anything bad happened in the aftermath—there’s been no fallout or arguments with barbed words as weapons. It’s been quiet. Like stepping onto a sheet of cracked transparisteel in a library full of tight-lipped academics. 
The questions lurk under the surface of every conversation and longing look cast your way. You’ll need to clarify and sort things out eventually, but fuck—it’s such a mess of frazzled heartstrings and fine strands of impossible thoughts that lead into an endless void of doubt. You’re shoving that emotional time bomb to the very back of your mind—everything is still so raw…  
So you ran. 
Picked up any and all jobs that the Guild provided just to escape the looming decision of confronting a certain pair of Mandalorians. That and with them having their own tasks to complete, it was rare to see them, let alone together in the past few weeks. A simple run in here and there in the halls of the Covert, but you were too busy to stop and chat—forced a chaotic schedule upon yourself as an excuse to avoid staying in once place at a time.    
Coward.
The word knots in your stomach like gnarled tree roots escaping their prison of dark soil on untrodden land.  
Maker—how did everything become so tangled? 
You draw your knees up to your chest and release a long, drawn out exhale that echoes through the cave. You sniff and force the swell of tears that prick at your eyes away. You’re pretty sure they’ll freeze and you’re not hoping to find out. 
The only good thing about being dropped on this Maker-forsaken, wasteland devoid of anything but snow, is the free ice for the nasty gash on your forehead. A nice little parting gift. 
It’s shallow…you think—it stopped bleeding the night before and is now just a scabbed over, tender wound that throbs whenever you move your head too fast. Concussion maybe—a mild one.  
Maker willing when someone finds your sorry ass they’ll have bacta. Or a blanket. Either would be peachy.     
Sitting up with a wince, you shuffle to the mouth of the cave for the thousandth time and scour the skyline for a familiar ship. Or, any ship really. The only thing you do see is a lonesome wisp of cloud against the grayish blue sky much to your chagrin. You scowl and stalk back into your little hovel and slump back onto the ground. 
The hours drag on, the watery light of the dying sun barely doing anything to warm you. Sulking is hardly what you should be doing—not great for the burdened mind and all that, but ah, it’s so fun to wallow in misery. You curl your knees up to your chest and you must slip into a doze because when you’re snapped back into the present, footsteps punch through the frozen tundra outside your cave.  
Adrenaline crackles down your spine—the bounty changed her mind. Ultimately decided she’d be safer in the long run with you dead. Fine.
If this is where your grave is going to be, might as well get in one or two punches. What’s another black eye anyway?
A shadow flickers at the mouth of the cave, curling around the wall as she draws closer. A brown boot kicks through the snow and— 
“Changed your mind? I—“
Your words die on your tongue as relief floods your veins. Din Djarin stands before you, a sight for sore eyes in these trying times. 
Frost glitters on the burgundy chest plate, glinting in the dim sunlight that touches the mouth of the cave. A delicate feathering of the dainty crystals that no high end lace maker could ever hope to mimic curls up the front of Din’s visor and eats away at the edges of his cloak. His heavy step forward reverberates off the walls, some of that ease replaced by the prickle of dread. His silence is unnerving. 
“Din,” you say again, just so he’ll say something. “I can—“
You move to stand, but he interrupts with a halting;
“Sit.”       
Your mouth snaps shut and you drop back on the floor. This…is not good. His footsteps are heavy as he approaches you and every muscle in your frame tightens like a fist wrapping around your ribcage and squeezing. The precise edges of his helmet are not a forgiving sight and even when he kneels onto one knee you have to resist the natural urge to flinch. Like this, despite hunching over, Din is broad. All hard muscle and sinew amplified by the bulky layer of beskar.   
Your tongue runs over the insides of your teeth as you track his hand that he thrusts foreword. You hiss and jerk away at the sudden needly pain when his gloved thumb finds the edges of your head wound. A low sound of disapproval filters out through the helmet in a low metallic buzz. 
“You won’t need stitches,” he says. Din reaches into one of his various supply pouches and pulls out a tiny vile of bacta. He casually pulls off his right glove, unscrews the vile and smears the bacta over his thumb. This time you don’t make a sound, even though your nerves scream at the razor like sensation of his thumb working the bacta into the damaged flesh. He doesn’t ask how the injury happened and you don’t care to tell him. There’s a time and place for stories about battle scars and near misses—it’s much too fresh to be spoken of right now. 
The brief torture finally ends after once last glance over for other presenting injuries. He finds none, replaces his glove and stands with a muted grunt. You know what’s next. You’d rather avoid it—you aren’t keen on the berating lectures—as deserved as they are.      
“I found your ship on Sato 3,” Din begins with a growl. “Imagine my surprise when I found your bounty selling it for parts.”  
Ah, there it is. You wince and study your fingernails. “Pile of junk anyway…”
“I thought you’d be smarter about these things,” he snarls, his sharp tone deadly enough to slice through bone. “Was the hole blown into your lung not enough for you?”
You swallow and bite your tongue.  
The bristling Mandalorian, continues and jabs an orange tipped finger at you. “You are reckless.”
Your chest constricts as you look away, shame blooming in the pit of your stomach.This is a new facet of Din you’ve never encountered. You aren’t naïve—even the most docile of people can harbor a temper, you know that. And you know Din is by no means passive—he’s an elite warrior equipped with a small arsenal at his disposal. You don’t expect him to coddle you or treat you different than any other companion; but…but it’s hard not to take his ire to heart. Not when it’s the kind of anger that boils deep in your chest and erupts with molten streams that leaves scathing wounds and blistered feelings.  
You chew your lip hard enough to taste blood and avoid his piercing gaze. You think if you do you might catch fire and burn to a crisp. “I’m sorry.”   
The meek apology settles in the air like a heavy fog. Din’s anger still brews, looming and dark but he reigns in his temper and switches out the searing cadence of his words with chilly informality. You’re not sure which is worse.   
“No more bounties.” 
“What?” Your brows knit together. The fuck does he mean.  
“No more hunts alone—“  
You interrupt with a scoff. “You’re grounding me?”
He strides across the small space and plants himself on the opposing wall. “Until you’re competent enough, you have no business being out in the field. You might as well be bait at this point.” 
“Competent.” You echo through clenched teeth.  
His helmet dips, leveling a steady glare of indifference. “The Crest is a half cycle’s walk from here. In the morning I’m taking you back to Nevarro.”   
“I’m not a child. You can’t just,” you throw your hands up in dismay, “ban me from bounty hunting.”    
Din’s armor clinks together as he moves to sit. He rests one elbow on his propped up knee, extends his other and rolls his helmet to meet your eyes. “Your actions reflect the Covert now. We can’t risk discovery because of one stupid mistake or a careless loose end.”    
That hadn’t even crossed your mind. Stars, you want to smack yourself. Your ship, as shitty as it was, hosted a good chunk of sensitive information, all encrypted and translated into binary. A mediocre slicer could hack through it in hours. Not exactly foolproof but hey, at least you had something. Good thing your bounty wasn’t in the market of selling stolen ships to the Empire. 
“Din?”
The Mandalorian makes no noise of affirmation that he heard you. You sigh and take his silence as a go ahead and clear your throat. “How long was I gone for?”
Here, in the cave it’s been nearly three days, but the rest of it you’re not exactly sure. Hunting the bounty down took up at least a week or two and even longer to capture her and there’s no accounting for the time lost after your ship was commandeered. Your teeth roll over your bottom lip as you wait for him to respond. 
“Almost two months.” He replies evenly. “Your transmissions were cut three weeks ago and I didn’t think anything of it. Comms are always patchy in Wild Space."
Leather creaks as his fist balls at his side. “You didn’t answer for days. Paz and I tracked the ship to Sato 3, but you weren’t there. Do you know how difficult it was to pick through all the planets recorded on your log?”
You blink and return to picking at your fingernails. 
“You weren’t easy to find, I—“ He severs the rest of his sentence with a crackling sigh and tilts his head back. “You’re lucky.”    
The hesitance lacing his words makes you bite your tongue, the snarky retort crumbling to ash in your mouth. Din doesn’t bother to filter his words—he’s blunt. Efficient and to the point when he does decide to speak. That…well that was different.   
He was worried—
You rub at your cheek—numb with the cold and curl into yourself. Din was worried. Easily the most feared bounty hunter in the parsec, worried that he couldn’t find you.   
A different cold—one that settles deep into the marrow of your bones and hugs your soul with a sheet of frost, makes a home in your heart. The severity of what could’ve happened replaces that sheen of hilarity and fuck. You were closer to freezing to death than Din finding you here—alone in some stupid kriffing cave.  
Somehow the idea of that is worse than the brief brush of eternal slumber you had on Nar Shaddaa. Up to that point you expected to die young—no harm and no foul in it either. You had no attachments, no debt to pay—a drifter in an endless galaxy.    
Now you’re here, buckling under the weight of mismanaged friendships and your uncanny skill at weaseling into any and all trouble. 
Neither you or Din jump to fill the silence. The ashes of disaster settle in nicely with the frozen echo of an endless winter.      
It’d been a couple hours shy from sunset when Din arrived, the sun providing weak light that hardly touched the mouth of the cave. Now as the shadows grow longer and with the temperature dropping, the two of you are swallowed up by the unyielding darkness of night. 
Din shuffles and fishes out the solar light from his supply bag. It clicks on and warm, orange light illuminates the cave. It bounces off his beskar, fracturing the light like a million tiny suns in the tempered metal and in the impossibly dark visor. He looks up, and tosses the light over. 
You catch it easily and despite the warmness of the light it emits, it offers no heat for your chilled fingers. You set it to the side and tuck your hands into your armpits. 
By no means is the cave warm—the natural thermal vents kept the ground dry and free of the ice and snow that rages outside, but it doesn’t protect you from the occasion chilly draft that cuts through each layer you wear. Then again, you weren’t planning on taking an unexpected vacation on Csilla. No time to plan really.  
You sigh and pull your knees up to your chest and cast a glance at your ever radiant ray of sunshine across from you.  
He looks nice and cozy—leaned back against the cave wall, one leg crossed over the other while his hands sit intertwined just below his navel. The beskar must provide insulation—maybe a fancy heater in that bucket of his, or maybe he’s just too stubborn to show anything other than indifference.   
Another bout of shivers tear through your frame and you’re certain Din can hear the enamel of your teeth clack together. You shove your hands deeper into your armpits and tuck your chin into your chest to preserve heat and pray that sleep isn’t far off—can’t be cold if you’re unconscious.    
Metal scrapes over stone as Din readjusts himself and you can feel him looking at you. It’s not a terrible weight to bear; intense and analytic, sure and in the past it would’ve unnerved you. Now, instead of it feeling like he were peeling back each fibre of your soul each time he stares, it’s familiar. A pattern of sorts—
It happens each time Din wrestles with an uncertain question. He deals in absolutes, and it’s no surprise he rarely knows what to say to you. 
“You’re shivering,” he states. You roll your eyes. “Are you cold?”
“Boiling, actually,” you snip. “Why else would I forget a jacket?”
A sharp hiss of air crackles through the vocoder. “Don’t get mouthy with me. It was a simple question.”
“Well—there’s not much to do about it,” you sneer, watching your breath condensate in the air. “I’m freezing, exhausted, and hungry.”       
You know you’re being snide—but your nerves feel like they’ve been severed at the root with a dull vibroblade. You have neither the time nor energy to spare for simple questions. Din should understand that—seeing as he’s a man familiar with short temperament.
The space between you is ripe with crackling tension, and maybe—if you weren’t so fucking cold—you’d play the mediator. Thread stitches into the gash you both sliced into your friendship, as small it may be. You’ve lost friends over less—this could end up no different.
You sigh and turn your head. This is a problem for tomorrow. 
Irritated and upset, you squeeze your eyes shut and chase after sleep. You slip in a doze faster than expected, any and all discomfort fading away a you toe the line between a deeper sleep and waking dreams. You think you imagined Din saying your name—Maker you can’t even escape him in your own fucking head—  
It doesn’t end—like a nagging buzz that swells until it’s right near your ear. Spite spurs you to ignore It and exhaustion convinces you to drift further away. That is, until a hand, gentle and warm curls around your shoulder. You once again hear your name rumble low through Din’s helmet, but it’s much too difficult to open your eyes. Why can’t he leave you be? You barely feel the cold now…
“Stay awake.” Din sounds distant, in some other plane of existence despite the steady hold he has on your arm. “Maker—you’re colder than kriffing ice.” 
“Go away,” you grumble through numb lips. Such a pest.  
He’s talking—but the words don’t make sense. Muddled—split between that hazy line of dreaming and consciousness where you can’t decipher what’s real. His hands however—you can feel those plain as day. A bare palm cups your cheek—shreds through the layer of frost you’re positive has crystalized over your skin and rouses you to a more coherent level of presentness.       
“Don’t quit on me yet—“
“Nah,” you mumble. “I’m hard to…to kill. L-like a scrap rat…”  
Din grunts in response. “Rat is a compliment. You’re more of a spider-roach.”
The ends of your mouth quirk. It’s the best you can do—a full smile just might push you to the brink of death.        
“C’mon—I won’t let either of us freeze,” Din sighs. His fingers find the magnetized latches on his cuirass and it slips off with practiced ease, the armored thigh plating following a moment later. He neatly sets it to the side and grabs his cloak to fasten it around you. With another sigh, Din shuffles in behind you and wraps an arm around your middle, nestling his legs and body snuggly around yours.   
Maker—you don’t have time to bother about the intimacy of this because all you’re drawn to is the furnace like heat. Fuck, he’s so warm. You have only a second to enjoy it before your body begins to thaw—bringing forth waves of achey pain.   
His chest molds to your back, both arms curling over your own arms that are scrunched up tight around your chest. You shake in his hold, vicious waves of cold clashing against his body heat—it hurts—like sticking your bare foot into hot coals.     
You squirm, little gasps of discomfort slipping out that echo around the cave. Din shifts, tucking you further under his body until he’s nearly crushing you. It’s a bit tricky to breathe like this but hey—you’re not complaining. Not when your nose is buried in his soft undershirt that smells purely of Din.   
Your fingers and toes still throb as they thaw, but it’s working. Cuddling Din Djarin to stave off hypothermia—sounds kriffing ridiculous. 
“You’re still shivering,” he says. “I might…”
Your breath catches in your throat as he trails off. “Might what?”
Another shiver wracks through your body as his frosty helmet catches on bare skin when he dips his head in embarrassment. You don’t quite catch what he says and he doesn’t bother to clarify. “Forget it.”  
You turn your head as much as you can, straining your eyes to meet the strip of visor. “Tell me.”
He mumbles under his breath again and cuddles closer, slotting his hips against your ass. “Might know…know another way to keep us warm…”
Oh. 
A spark breathes to life in the pit of your tummy. You wiggle onto your back, your nose brushing the vizor. “Does it involve me taking off my pants?” 
Din huffs, his hands, previously latched onto your hips, starting to crawl up your waist. “It could…”    
You smirk and rock your hips back, eliciting a low growl that rumbles through his chest. With your whine of approval, Din’s hand slips between your legs and gives the meat of your inner thigh a squeeze. You let your knees fall open as far as they can in this position and it’s all Din needs to cup your cunt through the thin material of your trousers. 
Crackling pleasure flood your veins as the heel of his palm grinds into your clit, and while the pressure is nice, it does nothing to satisfy. Only feeds the growing flames of desire with brittle kindling. 
You pull at his undershirt and whimper, thrilled once his deft fingers, calloused and thick unlace your pants and yank far enough down to fit his hand. His fingers trace your outer lips, a ghost of a touch as arousal swells in your stomach. He parts your folds once your wetness begins to dribble out and coats his fingertips with your arousal. 
Stars—you need him. You arch into him and whine. “Touch me. Din, please—“ 
You jerk as Din’s thumb swirls a slow circle over your clit, a rush of endorphins surging out like unrefined fire whiskey. Din’s head tilts to watch you writhe over his fingers and the sudden chill of his helmet touching the inside of your flushed neck steals away your next inhale. Goosebumps race down your entire being, adding to the influx of your excitement that pools in your lower belly.       
Your hands tangle into his undershirt, pulling him closer until you can’t find where he begins and you end. His heart pounds in his chest, thrumming to the dance of your own heart that yearns to break free from your ribcage. Your breath catches when two of his thick fingers tease at your entrance. Your walls flutter around him as the slip in easily.   
His fingers roll forward and stroke against something devastating inside of you, and he when his palm rolls back, it bumps against your clit with that divine firmness you need. Your cunt tightens around the two digits as they curl.  
“Fuck. Can you hear yourself?” He pants, groping your breast to elicit a high pitched wail. “You always make—make such pretty noises.” 
Butterflies erupt in your stomach at his words and fuck. You’re already dipping head first into release. A moment later you’re arching into his chest as every muscle stiffens in a crescendo of bliss, your stuttered breathing harsh even to your own ears.  
Your quick pants fog up his visor as Din rests the crown of his helmet on your forehead, the metal a cool relief to your flushed skin. He slips his fingers out of your dripping cunt, your chest still heaving with exertion as the last strands of your high fizzle and ebb away. Din shifts and and snakes his fingers, still shiny and wet with your arousal, beneath the lip of his helmet and sucks them clean with an appreciative groan.  
“Fuck—“ You breathe, pushing your face into his hand as he cups your cheek. Din’s thumb brushes over your cheekbone and swings his leg over your hips to hoist himself over you. 
“Do you remember...” He starts, his voice buzzing through the vocoder. His fingers tickle down your cheek and trace the parted outline of your lips. “When you let me taste you?”
You nod, and it’s all you’re able to do. You’re not even sure you can formulate words, let alone voice them right now. 
Din’s thumb pulls at your plush bottom lip, and you can’t help but slide your tongue along the digit. He grunts and slips his thumb into the wet heat of your mouth. “I think about you every night…how you came on my tongue—”
Your stomach flips as a rush of arousal sweeps through your tummy. You groan and you’re half sure you’re gonna dissipate into the floor from how hot your cheeks burn. “Din—"  
He continues without missing a beat. 
“You were so fucking wet for me—dripped all over my hand,” he murmurs, nuzzling his helmet, still chilly and frosted over, into the crook of you neck.  “I want to do it again—can I?”
You’re nodding before he even finishes his sentence. He wasn’t the only one longing for his head between your thighs on those long nights apart. Remembering those plush lips and addictive touches could only get you so far and well—he’s here now. You said it once and you’ll say it again—there’s no chance in hell you’d be passing up this opportunity. 
Din lifts his head and as you watch the light glitter in the reflection of the beskar, a sudden stray thought ricochets into the forefront of your mind. “Din, the light—your helmet.”
He pauses, his body tensing as he mulls over his options. “It’s—I—it’s ok…It’ll be ok.”
Din inhales a stuttered breath and casts a brief glance over his shoulder. It’s a dim light, kicked into the corner and laying on its side. From this angle, his face would be partially obscured in shadow…but still. There are easier ways to go about this. Ways that don’t risk jeopardizing the very foundation of who he is—what he stands for and what he so devoutly follows.    
To say you know anything about his religion is laughable. Everything you know can fit on the back of a thumbtack and even still, you’re sure that half of that is still based upon rumor and speculation. But this—what Din is hinting at, you know is not something to be taken lightly. 
He’s stripping his soul bare for you—allowing you to glimpse at that bleeding heart of his he guards so securely within layers of flesh and bone and impenetrable beskar. Din is gifting you his trust and there’s no where else to put it except for the space beneath your breast bone.   
Yet, even still—this could mean nothing at all. You have no way to know the exact magnitude of what this means to him. If he’s alright with this, who are you to question?
He mumbles one last thing about the light and sits up. Goosebumps rush up your bare skin at the loss of the heavy warmth of his body. You whine and curl up closer to his legs, greedy for any spare iota of heat like you’ve been denied it your entire life.   
Maker you hate this fucking planet—   
Your attention snaps back to Din when he makes a noise of uncertainty. His hands are cupped around his helmet—hesitant, nervous and you suspect if Din’s hands weren’t plastered so tight around the metal, he’d be shaking. You chew on your lip and prop yourself up. 
Cautiously, so as not to startle, you reach up and curl your fingers around his wrist. You can feel his pulse thrumming through his veins—alive, flesh and bone like you. Not some heap of sentient metal built for the horrors of war. You don’t know why you do it—just seems right to pull the fragile and vulnerable skin of his inner wrist to you mouth. You plant a gentle kiss there and smile when he cups your cheek.           
“You don’t owe me anything, Din,” you say, staring into the darkened depths of his visor. “Least of all this.”    
Some of that tension held in Din’s shoulders melts. He utters something in that clipped language of his people, and the only thing you can make out is your name. He lurches foreword and fuck—you’re terrified for a split second he’s gonna cave your skull in but instead he lightly bumps the crown of his helmet over your forehead.      
“I want to. For you—only you.”
Din doesn’t leave any time to unpack all of that. He sits up again, wraps his hands around the beskar— 
The metallic thunk of the helmet reverberates through the cave like a crack of thunder.    
You were right. 
You can barely see his face—if you really look, you can see the murky outline of his nose, dark hair and a sliver of his tan skin that the light touches. Attractive—but you knew that already. You touch his cheek and smile, your thumb catching over wiry facial hair and soft skin. Din makes a sound low in his throat and pushes his cheek into your hand. 
“I still want to taste you,” Din says, his voice richer when stripped of that tinny vocoder. You like listening to him speak without it, you think, and it’s a damn shame you never get to hear it. “Please.”     
Before he can escape and fulfill that fantasy, you yank him into a blinding kiss. He kisses the same—all wild edges and with desperation lining each motion—but there’s a new found tenderness here. Like he’s savoring each gasp and every brush of skin you grace him with like it’s your last night left in the galaxy.   
He breaks away from your mouth and peppers kisses and nips down your jaw, then lower as you arch and expose the bare skin of your throat. There’ll be a plethora of bruises tomorrow, and with no hope to cover them either but fuck it—Din can leave as many hickeys and teeth marks as he wants. 
If not for the cold still latching onto your very soul, you’d ditch the shirt; give Din better access instead of him needing to shove a hand up under and grope at your breasts. He gives the fabric an annoyed tug, but it’s fruitless. There’s no use when there’s better things to be sought. 
He shoves your shirt as far up as it goes, shivering as he mouths down your stomach, licks around your bellybutton and sucks a bruise onto your hipbone. Your pants are already pulled halfway down—one sharp yank and they’re around your ankles and off in the next breath. 
Cupping your knees with both hands he gingerly spreads your legs and drapes them over his muscular shoulders. Din rubs his patchy haired cheek along your thigh and hooks his hands under your ass, his ivory white teeth catching the light as he smiles.  
“Fucking perfect—“ He groans, planting his lips over your inner thigh. His tongue swipes a wet line up, stopping just before your aching cunt to dig his teeth into the sensitive flesh. You jump at the burst of pain and shoot a hand down, tangling your fingers into the soft curls atop his head.  
Din grunts and jumps to your other thigh, leaving no inch of skin neglected and without evidence of his teeth and lips. By the time his thumbs touch the outer lips of your cunt, the aching need for him is burning you from the outside in. He has to still your twitching hips with a calloused palm, and only after you settle does he surge forward. 
His tongue meets your swollen clit, ripping a tangled cry from you vocal cords. He’s just as eager as the first time he tasted you, if not more—every action backed by needy abandon. He sucks at the bundle of nerves then sweeps his tongue lower. Din’s thumbs part your lower lips as he runs his tongue though your soaked folds, the tip of his nose bumping against your clit that send delicious sparks throughout your whole body. Little noises and breathy gasps fill the cave, encouraging Din to push his tongue deep into your aching entrance. 
Your hand fists into his hair as your hips stutter and rock into the searing heat of his mouth. The noises you make are obscene, and Din is no better. Each pass of his tongue over your pussy is matched with his own deep moans that vibrated against your clit. Fucking hell he’s devouring you alive.          
Your orgasm sneaks up on you, robs you blind and crashes over you in deep waves that drag you out to sea and never to be found again as you spill onto his greedy tongue. Your fingers are threaded tight in his hair as you squeak and press harder into his mouth, riding out your pleasure until it shifts and becomes raw and sore.  
Din doesn’t pause for even a second—all too happy to stay put between your thighs for eternity. Your legs are trembling when you force his head away, a nice, tingly warmth settling into your limbs 
A dark thrill rushes down your spine when he looks up, wild hair and mouth covered in your slick. If not for the low lighting you imagine his eyes would be glazed over and Maker you want him again. Din swoops down and presses his mouth to yours, the taste of yourself heavy on his tongue that slips past the seem of your lips. 
You whine after he breaks away and sits up—an opportunity for your eyes to roam down his body. He’s still got his trousers on, a considerable bulge tenting the front. With a smirk you reach up and grab a handful, delighting in Din’s startled grunt. “Easy.”
You flash him a wry smile and give his clothed cock a playful squeeze. “Take them off.” 
Din huffs and pulls at the drawstrings. “Needy.”
He says it with no bite and no coquettish retort on your end springs to mind—especially when his thumbs hook into the waistband and pull. A slow reveal of sun-kissed skin and a sparse happy trail that your eyes eagerly drink up. 
Din’s cock bobs as his trousers fall around his knees, tip shiny and wet and curling towards his navel. You bite the inside of your cheek and reach out, a rush of arousal pulsing through your core at Din’s low moan. He’s heavy in your hand, deliciously thick and throbbing—and all of it for you. 
Din gasps out your name as you lightly squeeze and stroke down, your pace dreadfully slow and teasing. Who knows when you’ll get another chance like this—a Mandalorian willingly on their knees for you.           
Your other hand slips up his chest as you stroke him, intent on grabbing a handful of his thick hair that curls softly against the column of his neck. Your fingernail lightly scrapes across his nipple and he sways, pitching forward before he catches himself and straightens. Din’s eyes are squeezed tight, chest heaving with shallow pants as a smirk tugs at your lips. 
“It’s ok, Din,” you whisper. “I won’t break.” 
Your fingers twist into the hair at the base of his skull and guide him back. He slumps forward with a sweet moan, laying his weight onto your body that you’re all too happy too bare. His nose is nestled into the slope of your neck as his hands lock around the dip of your lower back while the other cradles the back of your head, drawing you into a loose semblance of a hug. 
Something snaps and crumbles deep in your soul that bleeds the heartstring blues, humming with broken chords in the presence of Din’s soft fragility. Your hand moves from between his legs to instead wrap around the wide expanse of his back, squeezing him tight to your chest. You hold each other like there isn’t tomorrow to look forward to and you wonder if this is how it feels to fall apart. Two spinning halves of a supernova torn apart and destined to collide and shatter into a million fragments of dazzling light.  
Yes, you’re scared he might blind you or burn you with his brilliance, but you can’t look away.      
Your fingers crawl up his muscled thigh and settle on his hip. “Lie down for me?”
There’s no hint of hesitation or complaint as he maneuvers himself onto his back, patiently allowing you to clamber over his legs and straddle his hips. His cock rests on your inner thigh, pulsing and leaving a dribble of wetness every time it twitches.    
“Good boy.” It’s subtle but it ripples out like a heavy stone thrown into a still lake. Din shudders and says your name in a cracked whisper. He rolls his hips, both of you groaning at the sensation of his cock running along your dripping center.     
Another time for that game maybe. 
Your desperation is running hot and wild to have him inside you and you know he’s in a similar boat. You grab the thick shaft of his cock and grind the tip of him through your lips, breath hitching when it extracts such a perfect moan from the man below you. 
“Ride me,” he pleads, clamping his large hands over your hips. “Fuck—I need you.” 
How can you deny such a request?
You line the wide head up with your aching center and slowly work him in. Shivers wrack through you, and Maker—he’s splitting you apart, molding your insides to the shape of him. Beads of sweat dot your hairline by the time you’re seated fully on his member, the both of you pushed even closer towards madness.  
Din squeezes your ass and props his knees up, rolling his hips up into you. You whimper and tip forward, propping your palms over his chest as he sets the pace. You may be on top but there’s no changing the bold colors of power and lust that cloud his mind, fueling the brutal movements of fucking up into you. Your thighs burn already and Maker—why the fuck are you already tired? You’re not doing any of the work.  
Quicker than lightning, Din curls forward and manhandles you onto your back. You squeak as he grips your thigh and yanks it around his narrow hips, thrusting in deeper. His right hand crawls up the front of your shirt and wraps his fingers around your throat in a loose hold. His thumb hovers over the dip at the base of your neck but he makes no move to press down—just allows the weight of his palm to do the work. And fuck—it works. 
Choked garbles of his name pass through your lips as you buck and squirm in his hold, feeling your arousal begin to drip down the back of your thighs. You’re skirting the edge of sizzling release that alights your nerves with liquid wildfire. Your nails harpoon into the meat of his shoulders as your eyes squeeze shut. Din won’t allow it.      
“Look at me,” Din snarls, yanking your head back by your hair. “I want to—to watch you cum for me.” 
A blush scalds your cheeks but you listen. Your eyes flutter open for him, sliding to the dark shadows of his eyes that sweep you into their own gravity well with no hope to escape. You don’t mind. 
“You’re so g-good for me—always so perfect.”
White hot light bursts behind your eyelids, and that’s all it takes. Your body seizes, your cunt squeezing impossibly tight around his cock as you cum. This one is different—steals your breath away and leaves you a broken husk of a person lost in most delectable forms of agony and pleasure. The cry of his name pierces the air only spurring the Mandalorian into a jarring pace to seek his own peak of ecstasy.  
Din’s nose nuzzles into your neck, his pants hot and sharp against your flushed skin. “You f-feel so—fuck. Say—say my name.”
You leap to his request and with a playful nip to his earlobe, you whisper it to him with the sweetness of starcherrries and the promise of better things. 
He tips over the edge, his hips faltering into no discernible pace as he cums. Din buries his teeth into the skin below your jaw, a mess of whines and begging gasps of nonsense as he fills your cunt to the brim. 
Your harsh breathing mingles as you both lazily slip down from your high. He rests his head over your sternum, listening to your beating heart that drums in a wild staccato as your fingers carefully comb through his hair. If not for the ache in your hips you’d keep him here forever. Din pulls out and you both groan at the loss. 
He doesn’t completely move away and you’re glad for it. He brushes his knuckles down the expanse of your cheek and dots a tender kiss to your hairline. Your name rumbles low in his throat as he shifts lower and gives your ear lobe a playful nip. His stubble scrapes along your neck, and you can’t help but giggle and squirm—but the weight of his body keeps you pinned. Your name slips from his lips a second time, breathy and drawn out in a sweet sigh, like he’s savoring the sound of each syllable and roll of the tongue. 
Din lifts his head, only slightly—near enough that his nose bumps into yours and his lips scrape along yours that are still parted and wet. “I—can I tell you something?” 
You cup his cheek and steal a kiss. It’s supposed to be quick—but instead he leans into it, guiding your mouth into a slow dance of sticky sweet movements that are caught in a slow draw, like crystalized honey abandoned in a glass jar. You’re enraptured by his touch—his skin mottled with scars yet somehow still unfairly soft. He smells of snow—like metal and soap and something gentler, that’s uniquely Din.            
Fuck—you can feel your mind slipping away, wrapped up so snugly in his presence you almost forget to answer. “Yeah—anything.”
Crackling static suddenly rips through the cave, startling you both. A distorted voice chatters on the comlink that lies forgotten beside your pants. It blinks and the transmission ends just as abruptly. With a sigh Din brushes it off and tilts his head to tempt you into another kiss but—
Whoever’s trying to patch through is persistent. 
His lip curls in a scowl and snatches the comm. “Jorhaa’ir.”
You only catch your name being mentioned twice as rapid Mando’a is exchanged. Aeris maybe judging by the tone, but no that’s not right.   
“Wait—is that Paz?”
The muscles in Din’s shoulders tense, confirming your suspicion.
“Is everything ok?” Din doesn’t resist you when you pry the comlink out of his fingers and patch in. “Paz?”
Your heart skips a beat. 
“There you are,” the comlink crackles and you smile. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?” 
Stars—you didn’t think you’d miss hearing Paz’s voice. Your chest aches. 
The conversation is short, he asks you how you are and when you’re coming home and in the time it takes to answer, Din is peeling himself from your body. While you're distracted, he pulls on his pants and sits at the edges of your vision.
You both pretend when you say goodnight to Paz, return the comlink and crawl into his arms that nothing has festered with savage detachment. You don't remember to ask him what he was going to say and he lets you forget. The golden heart that bleeds molten ichor slips from your sight and becomes shut behind walls of beskar and bushes of thick thorns and overgrown ivy.         
He still holds you, but it’s the coldest you’ve ever been. 
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daddynegandesires · 3 years
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Till Death Do Us Part
(Short story)
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Summary: negan kills your husband due to a miscommunication at the sanctuary and now you want revenge.
Warning: Death, depression, fighting, threats, swearing
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You were in your room when you heard loud commotion going on out in the main hall. You quicky slipped on your black boots and rushed out to see a crowd of people. Pushing through them your air got caught in your throat when you noticed your husband kneeling on the ground before negan.
"W..whats going on!!??" You panicked
"Baby...please get back" your husband said looking up at you with tear filled eyes
"No...no this isnt right! He would never do anything wrong!
"Maybe....you dont know your husband as well as you thought" negan flexes his jaw
"Dont fucking tell me what i dont know about ky fucking husband!" Stomping up to negan getting in his face
His chest was puffed out with a god awful dirty grin on his face staring down at you.
"D....get her" he motions for simon to come get you away from him
"No!...no dont fucking touch me" you began kickng and screaming as Dwight grabbed you.
You were crying as negan walked closer to your husband whos head was down with his hands tied behind his back looking defeated. Negan looked back at you as dwight held onto you tightly not letting go. Your husband took one last look at you mouthing "i love you" before his skull was cracked open by one good swing on negans bat blood was now splattered all over the ground below you, you couldnt bare to watch your husband slowly dieing infront of you and there was nothing you could do about it but scream out and beg for it to end. Your husband took his last breath before he fell lifeless on the ground infront of everyone in the sanctuary.
"You fucking bastard....." You cried out falling to your knees as Dwight let his grip off of you
"Rules are rules....princess" negan strolled past you into his corridor
You lay on the floor sobbing as everyone around you walks away seeing the guards gather up the remains of your husband and put him on the fence to be walker bait. Weeks have passed by and youve kept a close eye on negan studying him and his actions you know his every move without having to look. Negan has slowly been catching onto you watching him with these passing weeks his guards have also been keeping tabs on you just incase you decide to...snap.
You had decided to go out on a run with negan and dwight when we arrived at our destination. Dwight got out first to go scope out the premises while you sat in the backseat of the truck and negan sat in the drivers seat. Shaking and sweating you slowly slid the blade out of your boot hoping he wouldnt notice. In one quick motion you griped onto his hair holding his head back against the seat while placing the blade agaisnt his neck with your free hand.
"Move. And you are dead." You whisper to him
"I knew you'd come around dollface" a grin grows on his face letting out a chuckle
"Drive.....now" you demanded
Negan still just sat there frozen
"Look....maybe we can settle this problem in a different way" he bites his lip
"Fucking drive!" You yanked back on his hair harder which only caused him to groan out in pleasure
Negan slowly turned the truck on putting it in drive you let go of his hair and pulled out a black handgun pointing it to his head as you slithered up to the passenger seat waiting for your destination. Your eyes never left him and his prized posession Lucille the truck came to a halt as you noticed a herd of walkers about a half mile ahead and the road was coming to a dead end as you saw a cliff that ended the road.
"Get out" you motioned with the gun
Negan sat looking straight ahead.
"If you dont get out im going to blow your fucking brains out" you shoved the gun into his temple
You quickly snatched Lucille watching him get out and stand infront of the truck as you hopped out of the passenger side meeting him.
"Please....dont hurt her" he quietly said over the moans of the walkers in the distance
"Her!??....your bat is a she" you swung it over your shoulder
"Please...dont"
"I see...this is your weakness...without this bat you are nothing" you said pacing around him
"It was my wifes name....lucille" he looked at the ground
"Awe love...it..HURTS" you spat at him
"Dont. Hurt. Her." He says through gritted teeth
"Kneel...now" you demanded pointing the bat at him
Negan slowly nealt to the ground swallowing hard you noticed how quick his attitude changed.
"You never gave my husband a chance so why would i give you one? Hm!?" Shoving the bat into his back
"Please...it was a misunderstanding" he cried out
"A misunderstanding....you are so fucking full of shit. My husband was a good man!" You swung thr bat against his back causing him to double over
"He didnt deserve what you did!" Now swining the bat across his chest making his fall back
"And now....its your turn to feel what i feel"
leaning down face to face you pull out a match and rip off a peice of your shirt wrapping it around lucille lighting it till a flame starts to burn.
"Noo!!!" Negan yells out
You stand up pressing your foot down into his chest feeling him start to cry and lucille bursts into flames. You throw the bat into the herd of walkers that are slowly inching towards you. Seeing negan now in tears beneath you, you step off of him givinf him one last look.
"What do they say?...oh yeah.. Till Death Do Us Part".
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Could I please have a fic where Nekomaru finds a shrunken reader dangerously cold for whatever reason and has to eat them to keep them somewhere nice and warm?
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snow? On a tropical island? No. though it wouldn't be surprising with how cold it suddenly got on the island. It was winter on Jabberwock Island. So cold you could see your breath. It's a good thing that Rocketpunch Market had such a wide variety of goods. Big coats, jackets, sweaters. Everything you could ever need for such weather.
The nights were even colder. Though the cold didn't have much of an effect on the large ultimate team leader, Nekomaru Nidai.
It was late that night. Nekomaru decided to take a walk around the island to clear his head after the long day he had. He didn't care if Monokuma scolded him at the moment. He was just so exhausted from that day. Arguments with Teruteru and Byakuya about the pettiest things took up a lot of his time that day.
You were freezing… if only you were big like everyone else… but you couldn't even ask for help due to you having to keep hidden in case they didn't take a liking to you and exterminate you like common house mice. You laid balled up next to the base of a street light. You were shivering, shaking, half frozen. Too busy trying not to freeze to death that you didn't notice the giant approaching
Nekomaru sighed tiredly and scratched the inside of his ear as he walked. He glanced down at the streetlight and gasped, “the hell…?” he murmurs and grows closer and bent down to get a better look at you. “A tiny person?” he mutters in disbelief
You yelp and look up at the robust giant in surprise and fear. You get up to run away but are scooped up into a large hand and brought up to the giants face. You shake in fear and cold, looking up to him with wide and trembling eyes. “N-n-no! Please d-dont hu-hu-hurt me!” you plead to him
He looked astonished but at hearing your pleas, he smiled, “hey, hey calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you.” he smiled kindly and rubbed your cheek with the back of his freehand. He was taken aback, “your freezing cold!” he gasps, “you’re as cold as ice!” he grunts and feels the rest of your body, finding that everything was terribly cold
You flinched at his touches. He was gentle but it was still intimidating seeing how big and intimidating he was. But he was so warm that you practically melted into him. You hadn't been so warm in so so long… “y-your not g-g-gonna hurt me a-a-are you?” you ask softly.
“What? No of course not!” he smiled widely, “here, let me figure out how to make you warm again.” he huffs softly and looks around his body. He didn't have any pockets besides his pants pockets. But that would be chilly, tight, and uncomfortable. He thinks a little longer before gasping and snapped his fingers, “ahah! What better place to keep you warm than inside of me!” he smiled widely at you
You went paler than you already were, “WH-WHAT!?” you shriek and try escaping, even though it was obvious it wasnt gonna work. “I-I THOUGHT YOU WEREN'T GOING TO HURT ME!!” you cry out in fear. You clutched onto his fingers tightly
“Im not! Just trust me!” he tries to reassure you. But he knew, like it or not, you were going to get swallowed anyway. It was either that or you freeze to death in the cold. He lets out a heavy sigh and opened his mouth wide, letting the warm breath wash over you. You were carefully slipped inside his mouth and closed it once he knew you were completely. Once inside, you were gently licked, drenching your small body in hot saliva. He tried to be as gentle as possible, doing his best to avoid his teeth
You were a horrible mix of scared, tired, and confused. You tried to fight off the pink muscle but it proved to be a challenge. You couldnt help but lean into its warmth. You yawn but slowly stop fighting back. The warmth made you so tired… you give up and let him lick you.
He hums softly when he felt you resign. He nods sublty to himself and tilted his head back to swallow. He knew you’d be safe and most importantly, not freezing. He laid his hand on his throat to feel you when you descended.
You were too tired to fight this at this point. You were dragged backwards into the dark, tight tunnel and pulled downwards. You were so close to passing out. You passed the giants booming heart, hearing his powerful lungs as well. As you go down, you saw your environment change. The previously dark tunnel turned into a glowing dark blue color, then was dropped into his spacious stomach. You were quick to cuddle up to a wall. Yawning, you give the wall a pat. “C-can i be let out soon…?” you ask just loud enough for him to hear
He pats his stomach gently, “of course. I wouldnt trap ya in there. Go on and sleep, ill let ya out in the morning.” he smiles widely, though he knew you couldnt see it
You yawn and nod, “o-okay...thank you...goodnight…” you mumble and quickly start to fall asleep.
“Heh, sleep good.” he pats his stomach and starts up his walking again
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bowtied-pasta · 3 years
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Soulmate marathon part 3
Its impossible to harm your soulmate
Character: Jeff
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Work was exhausting. Any American would agree with you for sure. The busy bee, workaholic, systematic way of life that kept the metaphorical train of life rolling. 
You finally had the weekend to yourself, groaning as you collapse into your bed. Your after work shower having loosened your muscles and released quite a bit of tension. 
You leave a window cracked, not too worried about anything happening in your quiet town. Crime was incredibly rare here, making you feel secure enough to allow the chilled autumn air in so you could feel comfortable in your warm sheets over night.
Your sleep is not as deep as it could be, finding yourself waking in the dark, and panicking when you see a man above you. You hold still, frozen in fear.
A glint of light caught your eye, pulling something out of his pocket, and in the dim light you could see it was a knife. You couldnt see his face, the darkness of your room combined with his long hair making it impossible.
“Go to sleep, bitch.”
You first thought was ‘but I just was asleep’ your second thought was ‘holy fuck im going to die’
You dont get a chance to scream before the knife is being brought down on you, moving your hands up to sheild your face, and waiting for your death... only for nothing to happen.
You open your eyes slowly, not yet lowering your arms from your face as you glance over at the man. He seemed to be forcing all his weight behind the knife, and yet all it did was hover over you.
He growls as he pulls the knife away, pulling his arm back to try and swing it down on you again. Making you flinch as he goes for the kill once more, only for the same thing to happen.
You bring your arms down, slowly lifting yourself up in bed, only flinching slightly as his knife is brought down near your head with the same result.
“You know,” you speak up, “this is one of those soulmate bonds. Not being able to hurt your soulmate... I knew id have one of the confrontational ones, but I was kind of hoping it would be that we couldnt lie to each other.... not-“
You get cut off as you make eye contact. He doesnt blink, not once, his wide eyes visible in the sparse light that the window allowed into the room. Youre frozen, curled up in your bed and waiting for him to make a move. He’s frozen as well, seeming to be thinking hard. His hand fidgeting with the knife as the other one reaches toward his face. You dont know what he was aiming to do though, because it only made it half way there before he shot it back down to his side. A nervous tick? A habit?
He suddenly stills, seemingly having come to the conclusion of his thoughts, before he darts towards your window. Slipping his knife back into his pocket before quickly tossing your window open to slip out of.
“Wait! Hold on, stop.”
You dont know why you feel the need to be in contact with the man who tried to kill you, but you suppose it was likely the pull of your bond. Regardless, he froze, half way out your window as he silently stared you down.
You quickly scratched your number down on a paper that you tore off of your nightstand, not sure if he would actually need it or not. If he was the stalking type then he wouldnt, but you know..... couldnt hurt.....
You rip the paper out of the notebook and folded it up. Slowly holding it out to him as he looked between you and the paper, deciding if he should take it or not.
You internally cheered a bit as he snatched the paper out of your hand, shoving it in his pocket as he made rhe rest of the way out your window. His gruff voice left one last warning.
“Lock your window, dumbass. Im not the only one out tonight.”
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middle-class-trash · 3 years
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Rise of the Titans liveblog!!!
that intro made me unexpectedly emotional
So if Blinky is narrating, he can't die, right? Right????
BRO THE SUBWAY SCENE!!!! We're getting right fuckin into it!!!
Steve, my son!!!
I wish Toby wasn't a constant punchline 🙃 it just makes me not take his character seriously
CLAIRE!!!!!!
Something about Douxie decking Skrael at the first opportunity is just so sexy of him
Jim is incredibly brave but it's really reckless to go hand-to-hand with a demigod without proper armor
My heart goes BUMBUMBUMBUM when Douxie looks out the traincar window
Sexy traincar tracks spell WHO
THE WRECKAGE AWWWW
Oh my gosh the people stuck in the magic circle because they wouldnt get out of the way
NO NO NO DOUXIE NO
So they were arrested that early?? Jeez
Nari's such a cutie
"None of us will be talking to you" *cut to Toby spilling every bean*
TOBY'S FACE AT THE END HAHHAHAHA
Something about Nari's voice coming out of Douxie's body is so deeply odd
Oh hey, Krel to the rescue
AREA 49 HAKSHDKSKD
"And your mom."
Oh my gosh he's still broken from Wizards 😂
The Guardians are just dead set on pissing off local authorities huh
JIM!!!
STRICKLER?????
BARBARAAAAA
Stricklake supremacy 😌 they both look so good
Claire listening in 😭😭😭 she's so cute
AWWWWW ENGAGED ENGAGED ENGAGED
......does that give them death flags? Fuck. Fuuuuck fuck fuck fuck. It totally does.
AWWW DOUXIE!NARI HUGGING ARCHIE
Aja!!!!
Your majesty!!
Oh yikes, here's that running gag everyone was talking about.. pregnant Steve
Oh hey, Eli's hot now. We been knew 😂
"Mazel tov!" HAHA
Poor Jim needing a bunch of support to walk 🥺 he's such a trooper
I will simply pass away if Blinky dies
I hope Douxie is okay, we haven't seen him in Nari's body and that makes me ✨nervous✨
OH JKJK
Nari is so goddamn pretty
"Only your presence, not your commitment" is such a rapey saying
"Abra-cadabra, buttsnacks" I love that he still says that 🥺🥺 he loves his friends so much
"Do your worst" *cue both Douxie and Nari absolutely screaming in pain*
Krohnisfere? Alrighty then, that's the first mission
"I wouldn't be so sure of that" AWWW
They fixed the amulet???? DUUUUDE
"For the good of all..." 😭😭😭😭
"Or I could lock onto Nari and portal us there" *dead fucking silence*
I hate how Toby's used as a constant punchline.. a penny? Really?
TRAINTRACK MAGIC CIRCLE GO BRRRR
Poor Nari 🥺 Douxie's in so much distress
Oh no, the new amulet isn't working?? Fuckk
That absolutely gorgeous screencap of pissed Aja
Part of me is glad Nari was forced to do this and wasn't actually a traitor
Ice titan awakening sequence? Ice titan awakening sequence.
Oh Nari. Oh sweetie
Oh my gosh she's fucking tied to her titan
Boiling water!!! Or underwater explosion, that works too. Much more dramatic but that's Bellroc's style
Oh wow Steve actually has a bump?? What the fuck???
Oooh, TrollDragons?
Charlie!!!
"We still don't have a trollhunter" Aja, honey, not helpful
"Does he even trust himself? AJA, HONEY, NOT HELPFUL
Barbara being proud of her son 😭😭
OOH fusing excalibur with the armor?
Aja is so full of confidence, it's a good look for her
Steve being preggo is..really fucking weird. When they said
AWWW BLINKY AND AARRRGHHH
Your honor, I love them
OOH IS IT SOFT JLAIRE TIME
Ohhhh it's soft Jlaire time
He's always looking out for his mom 🥺
"I will always be here (head), and here (heart)" just fuck me up fam
Charlie!!!
Zong-Shi?
"Only death will come to those who go looking for it" oh dear
"The troll with many eyes" how does Charlie know Blinky? 😂
AYYY this where the banner that I found first is from!!! it was so cool seeing my screenshot circulate when we were starved for content 😂😂 everyone was posting various rott icons and banners that they got hoping they'd find a new one
Oh dear.. government
Blinky dear they can't understand you
"Holy frijole" Claire I simply adore you
WOW THAT'S PRETTYYYYY
Troll slaves???
So is Zong-Shi this ugly ass pear-lookin ass
Aja chilling with Jim even though she has doubts is an interesting strategic choice
Douxie, AARRRGHHH, and Nomura? Talk about rarepare
NOMURA CATCHING HIM 😭😭 SEXYYYY
DOUXIE RESCUING NOMURA 😭😭😭😭 SEXXYYYYY
If I havent said it yet, the animation is breathtaking
OH SHIT JIM
aaaaand here come those frozen wings
Nari cant be in control of herself, there's no way. She's still tied to the titan for Pete's sake
NOMURA????
Please dont let this be a sacrifice
PLEASE NO
BOTH CHANGELINGS????
STRICKLANDER??????
No on-screen death, so it's not real. No on-screen death, do it"# notbsmejelreal
NO ON-SCREEN DEATH BUT IT'S NOT REAL
THEYRE TALKING AHOUT HIM PAST-TENSE NOOOO
THEY RBOGUHT UP HIS DADDDDDD
"There's no revelation I can give you" is a great way of saying he's not relevant, genuinely
Oh wow this guy's freaky
Ohhhh so the green thing from the trailers and promo photos is the Krohnisfere
Archie to the rescue!!!
"That's my boy!" AWWE
"Claire nooo, no no no no YESSS, I'm free!!!" Blinky, never change 😂
Oh wow, they're already in contact with Bellroc's titan??
Different note, but the titan's designs are just different enough to make them interestun
VARVATOS??? Okay jk somehow it's gun robot lmfao
WAIT NEVER MIND HAHAHAH HI BUD
....if the bridge falls, can't Charlie just fly them across
LMAO he just saw his death?? That is what he wanted to see 🤷🏻‍♀️
It's too early to celebrate, there's no way Bellroc is down after just a few pinches
Yeahhh
Oh dear... is Varvatos in danger?
Claire being the warrior of the group is incredible and sexy and hhnnngggg
Toby is a Hufflepuff. I will not be answering questions
OH WOW THAT'S HOW HE BURNED HIS HAND??? THE HONRGAZEL?????
ARCHIE SAID GOODBYE??? NO NO NO NO NO
Douxie's gonna be a flat mess!!!
God, plus Nomura and Stricklander
NOOOO DOUXIE YOU BIG SWEETIE
Oh my gosh this is the scene with Douxie trying to connect with Nari, it has to be
"I need to try again" AWWW HONEY
That shot of Mexico was incredibly stereotypical
DOUXIE SWEETHEART 🥺🥺
He's trying to hold her hand???? AWWWW
Oh my gosh he's being choked 😳
NARI BABY!!!!
The huggos 🥺🥺
Jim being frustrated is totally realistic
Wait wait wait waittt do they have the entire titan at their disposal?
"There's absolutely nothing all the way out here" cue a titan. Any of them.
And there it is.
CLAIRE SUPREMACY!!!!!!!
White haired Claire? White haired Claire???
Oh dear it's like.. a little over halfway and there's so much left that could happen
COACH. COOOOACH
OH THANK GOD!!! Steve doesn't need another paternal figure dying on him
Time for Skrael to fuck shit up 😬
I find it interesting how Bellroc and Skrael's titans are both bipedal but Nari's is on four legs, much more animalistic
NARI, NOOOOO PLEASE NO
At least Skrael's done????
We kinds knew Bellroc was the final boss but NOT LIKE THIS
DOUXIE SCREAMING FOR HER
NOOOOOOO
No more running. GODDAMNIT
The three can no longer unite but Bellroc can still fcuk shit up
A HIDDEN PAGE??? FUCK THE WORLD IS TO BE REFORGED WITH FIRE
THE HEARTSTONE??????
Oh shit, the explanation for why Arcadia's the center of everything!!
The only heartstone?? Really???? That's scary as shit, trolls could go instinct without a reliable hearthstone!!
EXCALIBUR TIMEEE
JIMMMMMM
Come on honey, you can do it!!
Aja, honey, I love you so much but now's not the time
THE HEARTSTONE???? FUCK DUDE
.......Steve
Eli the midwife?? ...gross
Jim, my love, my baby boy!!!
The nine of them!!!
AWW BLINKY BEING THE BEST DAD
THEY WORK TOGETHER 😭😭😭😭
FUCK YEAH!!!!!!
"Quiet desperation" is a great word for it
Are we coming on to the big final battle?
Ohnoohnoohno they all said the thing 😭😭😭 someone's gonna die. At least one more is gonna die.
HE'S DRIVINGGGG. LOVE THAT FOR HIM
STICKY SPELL TIME!!!!!!
"Some sort of stickum!" Bro 😂😂
I love how he calls them all Trollhunters 😭 throwback to the OG show where the three of them were all called that
Aja Terron supremacy
Oh it's weird.. it's very weird. Why did Steve have to be pregnant again
Oh dear, there's half an hour left.. this has to be the final battle
JIM
Varvatos shielding Claire and Krel 🥺
Fuck, man, people are getting thrown left and right
DOUXIE MY LOVE
Oh here we fucking go, rematch
NEW AMULET???
Jim's about to get royally fucked up
LIKE THAT
FUCK
WHY IS SHE TAKING HIM??? GOD NO
Anti-magic beacon??
Helloooo that's smart asf
This gives Mount Doom vibes
"Embrace your loved ones for the final time" FUCK MAN STOP IT
"I already was" DAMN RIGHT BUD
NEW AMULETTTT
GO GET JIM GO GET 'IM
DAYLIGHT ARMOR!!!!!!
He was ready to just sacrifice himself like THAT
DAYLIGHT ARMORRRRR WITH EXCALIBUR??????? FUUUUCK
Jim being great at combat is just the best fucking thing
Oh fuck. OH FUCK.
STABBED??????
PLEASE NO, GOD NO
FUUUUCK
"I'm powerless" "You get used to it" WE DONT HAVE TIME TO UNPACK ALL OF THAT
JIM HONEY PLEASE DONT DIE
Is that....is that it?? Oh dear god, is that it????
JIM WHERE ARE YOU
I'm calling it now it's too early to be celebrating
Oh god the weird babies
WHERE IS TOBY
WHERE
NO
MY JAW FUCKING DROPPED
NO WAY, NO FUCKING WAY
HE'S GETTING A DYING MONOLOGUE??????
ALWAYS HAVE BEEN, ALWAYS WILL BE
"Itll be the two of us at the end" WHY DOES THAG SEEM LIKE JIM WILL GO OUT TIO
THERE'S NO WAY TOBY JUST DIED
THHERE'S NO WAY
That was sad as fuck but in a narrative way I hope it's permanent
Oh dear, Jim's going back????
Oh shit
WWHAT IS HE DOING
NOOOOO
"I have cherished every moment with you" STOP IT HE'S HIS FATHER
"I FYOU WERE MY OWN SON" STOPPPPPP
WHAT'S HAPONEINGGGGG
CLAIRE
NOOOO
THIS IS WHERE IM SOBBING
THIS IS WHERE IM LOSUNG IT
"Dont give up on me" FUCK STOPPPP
"I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE AND HERE" FUCK IT STOPPPPP
"I would date you for a hundred lifetimes" IS REALLY BEING TESTED HUH
THERE ARE 10 MINUTES ELFT WHAT THEBFUCK
AND WE'RE BACK TO TROLLHUNTERS?.????
HUHHHH
Fuck, man. FUCK, MAN.
Oh, Toby. Ohhhh Toby
CLAIRE 🥺
ROMEO AND JULIET!!!!
Oh my fucking god
"IF YOUD COME OVER TO DINNER" AYYYYY
His smile at Steve 🥺
HE'S HAVING TOBY TAKE THE CANAL???? But wouldnt the amulet still call for Jim?????
"Nothing interesting ever happens in Arcadia" VERY FUCKING FUNNY
Destiny is a gift. Some go their entire lives living in an existence of quiet desperation, never learning the truth- that what feels as though a burden pushing down upon our shoulders is actually the sense of purpose that lifts us to greater heights. Never forget that fear is but the precursor to valor. That to strive and triumph in the face of fear is what it means to be a hero. Don't think. Become.
.......it actually called his name. I can't believe it actually called his name.
The fuck is that ending??? Let Jim REST
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Obi Wan x Padawan Reader Never Lie to Me
Pairing: Sith Obi Wan Kenobi x padawan reader
Summary : Reader misplaces something important and tries to find it before her Master can find out.
Warnings: language, sexual themes, *slight smut*
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Hello my loves! Ok so I absolutely love Sith obi wan but for some reason I struggle to write him. I tried something and hopefully it's not complete trash like I think it is lol anywaaaaaaays enjoy😚
18+ readers only!
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Oh this was bad...this was very very bad....
Okay y/n don't freak out, you can hide this! You can totally hide this!!
Fuck no you couldn't
You groaned sliding down the wall of your chambers. How could you be so stupid?! Losing your lightsaber like that?! Did you have a death wish?!
You could only imagine how enraged your master would be.. you shook your head violently dissipating the horrible thoughts.
No no no, it would not come to that becasue you would find it. It probably fell somewhere by your speeder. Yeah it's there for sure.....probably.....
Sighing you stood up and grabbed a cloak to cover your hip and the usual missing weapon spot that hung there.
You couldn't help but imagine all the horrible scenarios that ran through your mind if Master kenobi found out.
One included merciless unending training, not letting you rest for even a moment.
Another image had you bent over his knee whilst he.... ughhh you could already feel the sting.
Your master and you had a...unique relationship to say the least... he was your master in the ways of the dark side, so you had a strict student master dynamic during training.
He took your training very seriously, leaving little room for error. But as some point his punishments got more....creative..
You couldn't help but feel your face heat up remembering that time you screwed up a mission and he saw to your reprimanding. From then on your relationship became more....personal.
He didnt give you any special treatment, and didnt allow any distractions during training. But the times after training...when he would call you to his chambers and.....
You couldn't help but feel your heart skip a beat, or two, or twenty, and you couldn't help but to recall those moments..
That scent...
Those whispers..
His fingers.....
"What are you thinking about?" A smooth voice cut through your indecent thoughts like butter. You whipped around startled that the man in question was now standing right behind you.
Quickly you made sure your shields were up, something you had made sure to refine. You didnt want him hearing all your dirty thoughts during training...
"I-I was just thinking about the mission.." you took a step back trying to regain your composure. Why did you always manage to act like a floundering idiot when he was around?!
"Hmm, is it really the mission that has you so flustered?" He mused stepping closer.
"Or something else?"he smirked knowingly.
Bastard, he must've read my thoughts before I realized he was here...
"It's-" you attempted to change the subject before he cut you off.
"And I know you know better than to lie to me don't you?" He said slightly more serious. A familiar dark edge to his voice.
You gulped, "Yes master..."
"I was thinking of other things..." you trail off averting your gaze hoping he wouldnt make you say it out loud.
Although he'd technically seen you naked quite a few times now, you still felt so embarrassed regarding anything or your "intimate moments". This was due mostly to the many embarrassing things he made you do....well ok to be fair you didnt REALLY try to stop him...but the second those moments were over you could barely look him in the eyes.
You felt those familiar warm finger gently lift your chin. You met his deep gaze,
"Speaking of other things...you did rather well on the mission, we were able to conquer the planet thanks to your efforts, so I suppose a reward is in order...dont you agree darling?" He whispered the last part in your ear making you shiver slightly.
Oh how you enjoyed those rewards of his...quite possibly the only time he would treat you gently. Well there were those times he wasnt so gentle either...actually maybe you liked those more...
AH WAIT WHAT AM I DOING, I NEED TO FIND MY SABER!!
You place you hands on his chest and gently push.
"A-actually master I wondered if I might have your permission to leave the ship I..wanted too...look around a bit more before we have to leave!" You hurriedly came up with an excuse.
He stepped back, eyeing you for a moment before nodding his approval, "Alright, be back before nightfall" he warned and continued walking down the hall.
As soon as he was out of sight you let out a sigh of relief. Hopefully he bought that story. You quickly made your way to the ship's exit and onto the lush planet known as Misano.
Normally you would've liked a chance to explore and maybe even sneak some souvenirs back. But you had no time for that now. If you didnt find that saber soon you were toast. And it didnt help that Misano turned from a tropical paradise to a frozen tundra trap by nightfall. It was truly a unique planet.
But you could admire it another time, preferably when your life wasn't on the line...
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You looked up at the setting sky as dread washed over you. You had scoured and searched for your blasted saber for hours but it was no use. You had retraced your steps multiple times and even question some of the citizens to see if they knew anything.
You didnt want to even humor the idea but now it was the most likely truth. Some lowlife had probably picked it up and would soon be rolling in credits.
You pulled your cloak tighter around you as the wind started to pick up. You knew you should start to head back before it got too cold but honestly freezing to death sounded better than whatever punishment you master would enforce...
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You were now full on shivering as you made your way back to the ship. The sun had set long ago and you now knew why everyone kept warning you to get inside. Your boots the only reason you could trudge through the many layers of snow.
You must've questioned every suspicious looking citizen however no luck. Your saber was probably gone forever and on top of that punishment you were sure your master was going to be angry that you disobeyed and stayed out later than he permissed.
Ughh I should just let myself freeze over...
Another half an hour later you finally made it back to the ship. Immediately you dragged yourself through the halls to your room and ordered your droid servant to run a hot bath. You were extremely lucky that master kenobi hadn't spotted you yet.
You could barely feel anything and felt horribly tired. Even the steam rising from afar felt like heaven as it reached your frost bitten skin.
You removed your practically stiff cloak but had no energy for the rest so you plopped fully clothed into the steaming water, immediately sighing in relief as you slowly felt feeling returning to all parts of your body.
You rested your head back and took a deep breath, inhaling the warm air.
*achoo* fuck...
you could already feel your nose becoming stuffed and there was a slight scratch in your throat. Perfect, getting sick was just what you needed.
After you were fully warmed up, you drained the water and lazily wrapped a fluffy towel around you. You felt the exhaustion of the mission plus everything afterwards tenfold as soon as your body hit the mattress.
You spread out lazily letting the cool sheets relax your now warmed body, covers discarded on the floor.
Your eyes drooped slowly closed once, focused on the space by the end of your bed, you tried to fight off sleep but it was proving difficult,
You opened them but slowly they drooped closed again,
The third time however you saw a blurry outline of a man.
"M-master!" Like a rocket you sat up, heart beating out of your chest. You quickly pulled up the towel over your chest.
"Y-you scared me..." You placed a hand over your beating chest trying to catch your breath. You had been too tired to even sense him coming.
He stood with his arms crossed, an unreadable expression on his face. "I distinctly remember telling you to be back before dark did I not?" He stepped closer until he was right at the end of the bed.
Oh Crap hes mad.... you sat up a little straighter trying to ignore the fact you were practically naked in front of him.
"I'm sorry master, the time got away from me..." your mouth feeling unnaturally dry as the lie left your lips.
You hated lying to him. Well you hated what usually happened when you lied to him and he found out....
He eyed you silently before leaning over the bed intimidatingly close. He leaned next to your ear before speaking,
"You're lying" a dangerous edge to his voice now
You felt your heart stop and a rush of panic fill you. Fuck fuck fuck.
Slowly he came back into view.
His eyes were a threatning color now. A silent deadly warning to choose your next words carefully. You had just broken his one rule. And he knew...
You felt a million emotions running through you. Fear, for getting caught breaking his most important rule. Shame for being stupid enough to lose something so important. And Guilt for lying to the one person you never ever wanted to lie too...
"Ah I-I'm Sorry!!" You blurted out suddenly. "I-I didn't mean too! But so much was going on with the mission!! A-and I must've been distracted and I swear I tried master I really did! B-but no one knew anything and then it started getting dark and cold a-and I didnt know what to do so I came back, but I didnt want you to be disappointed or mad so I didnt tell you the truth and I'm so so so sorry!!" You bowed your head breathing heavily, hardly realizing that your explanation made no sense. Your eyes shut tightly shielding you from his whatever horrible expression he surely had on his face.
A few moments of dreadful silence passed before you felt him shift.
"Look at me" you barely felt the ghostly touch of his fingers guide your chin up.
You sucked in a nervous breathe when you realized you were only inches from his face. His eyes were dark and penetrating. Whenever he looked at you like this you felt completely exposed. Like he could see right through your soul.
"Now calm down and tell me the truth little one" he said dangerously calm. Sometimes that was even scarier then when he yelled...
Taking a deep breathe you gathered your wits and with a deeply ashamed tone you confessed, "I lost my lightsaber.." you could feel burning at the corner of your eyes but you continued through it, "I looked for it everywhere but..." you looked down again dejectedly. What a dumb apprentice I am.. hes probably so disappointed in me.. "I'm sorry Master.."
You waited for what felt like hours until he spoke, "I know" he said in an even tone.
Your eyes shot open in surprise, "w-what?"
"How many times must I remind you nothing happens without me knowing about it."
"So then..." he knew you were lying all along...
"Yes my apprentice" he grasped your chin slightly harder now but still somehow gentle, "When will you learn..." he slowly ran his thumb over your bottom lip, dragging it down, "that you can't hide anything from me.." he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I know..I'm sorry, I was just afrai-" he cut you off with a sharp slap to your thigh.
"What have I told you about lying to me?" he caressed your bare thigh making it harder for you to focus.
"That-that I am never to lie to you...no matter what..." your breath hitched as his hand inched closer across your thigh and to your most sensitive area. However just when he was inches away he abruptly removed all contact.
You immediately felt sad at the loss.
"Exactly, and yet you did exactly that" he nodded his head, "I'm disappointed little one, especially since if you had told the truth..." he reached behind him grabbing something and bringing it forward, "you could've saved yourself alot of trouble"
You let out a gasp, "My saber!!" He let you take it from his grasp, you beamed finally feeling whole again.
"But how did you..?" You asked confused where and how he had found it.
"It fell when you jumped on your speeder during the battle" he explained nodding slightly in exasperation.
So this whole time he had it?! And that means he knew all day that you.....
"I shouldnt have lied" you apologized sincerely. "I just didn't want to disappoint you..especially since I did so well on the mission..." you mustered the best regretful expression you could. "Are you angry with me...?" You couldn't help but ask.
After a moment he smiled slightly, resting his rough palm on your cheek, "No..well not anymore, I was more upset that you risked your health by staying out too long, however I do sense your deep regret, so this time I'll let it slide"
Whoa did I hear that correctly, hes going to let it slide?? My master?? Had he hit his head during battle??
"Thank you Master, I promise it won't happen again" you meant it this time.
"Oh I know it wont pet" you shivered at the pet name he called you. He suddenly force pulled you closer until you were basically straddling him. You let out a shriek.
"Because this time.." he placed a firm hand on the back of your neck pulling you in for a possessive kiss.
He pulled away slightly and you felt his hot breathe by your ear, "I'll make sure you remember what happens when you don't." Suddenly you were on you back, towel thrown across the room.
"Whaa what?! I thought you said I was off the hook?!" You blushed fiercely as he force held your hands and legs to each corner and stood back to admire your helpless form.
He smirked wickedly, "I said you were off the hook for staying out too late.. however..." you gasped as you felt invisible fingers begin to tease your most sensitive area.
"For lying to me.." he eyed you with a gaze now hooded with lust and a dangerous glint, "You will be punished until I am certain you've learned your lesson my darling..."
***************************************************Thanks for reading!! I had alot of trouble writing sith obi wan but I tried my best. Let me know if you guys liked this enough and want to see similar Sith obi wan x apprentice fics. Alsoooo 👀if enough people want a mini 18+ continuation of the *cough* punishment.....lemme know🙈
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3+1 first kiss
1. In the Archives
Late night filing is much less of a hassle than Jon lets on. It was quiet, therapeutic. Some nights, Martin stayed to help. Martin is quiet most of the time during these nights, only chattering occasionally about statements and followups. At least, that's what Jon thinks he's talking about. He tends to tune it out. Tonight though, he finds himself doing less filing and more watching Martin talk. He sits the box down and moves towards him. Martin turns to watch him, a curious expression on his soft features. 
Jon puts his hands on Martin's shoulders before leaning toward him. Martin is frozen, eyes wide. Jon stops just before their lips touch and pulls away, as if coming to his senses. He can't do this. Not with Martin. He's the man's boss for God's sake. 
"....Jon?" Martin whispers, shattering the moment completely. 
"I do apologize Martin." Jon takes a step back, hiding shaking hands in his pockets. "I-"
"No." Martin clears his throat and looks away, a pink blush creeping up his neck. "No it's alright."
"I will be going now." Jon decided. 
"O-okay. Have a nice night."
Jon gives a silent nod before turning on his heel and quickly leaving. 
2. On the job
Jon settles at the table, looking over the statement. Something about vampires. He gives an annoyed sigh but looks up when the door opens. Martin tapped softly on the doorframe. Jon waved him in and Martin sits a glass of coffee on the desk. Jon reaches for it before Martin lets it go and their fingers brush against one another. Jon looks up and realizes that Martin is so close he can smell the man's shampoo. It smells like citrus. Jon felt the urge to reach up and bury his hands in the slightly curly orange locks. He wonders if Martin's lips were as soft as they look despite them being slightly windchapped. Given they live London, it's to be expected.
What was a few seconds stretched into what felt like hours. 
 Martin gives a surprised noise and pulls his hand away but not before spilling the coffee into Jon's lap. 
Martin holds his breath as he waits to be berated. To be called a stupid moron or something simular but it never came. Instead, Jon sets the up firmly on the desk and wipes the small amount of coffee that had spilled on his fingers onto his already soaked pants. 
"Oh god. I'm so so sorry. Are you okay?"
"Fine." Jon lied through his teeth. The coffee burned his thighs but wouldnt do more than leave an angry red mark for a few hours. It would be uncomfortable to work in though. 
"I'm so sorry. I'll- I'll- pay for the cleaning-"
"Martin." Jon speaks- not softly but not a command. It was enough to get Martin's attention. "Stop fretting. It was an accident. Things happen."
"I-"
Jon puts a folder into Martin's hand, cutting him off. "Look into this for me why don't you?" Maybe a task will get him to stop worrying. 
3. In hiding
Being crammed into a small closet together was less than ideal but it beat facing whatever beast was rampaging through the Institute. The closet was less than a meter wide and about a meter deep. The small space forced Jon to be nearly pressed against Martin's chest, his own breath loud in his ears. He can feel Martin's rapid heartbeat. 
"Martin?" Jon whispers. 
"Mm?" Martin's eyes are closed and his breathing is slow and careful. 
"Are you claustrophobic?'
"Maybe just a tad. Yeah."
Jon groans inwardly. That's just his luck isn't it? 
"Ever since I was trapped in my house." Martin clarified in a hushed whisper. 
Ah of course. Jon is about to respond when he heard a banging in the hall. Martin's breath quickens and on a whim, Jon slaps a hand over his mouth. "Do you want that thing to find us?"
Martin's eyes are wide as he shakes his head a little. 
"Then be quiet." 
Martin nods slowly and Jon felt a shiver crawl pleasantly up his spine. His theory was confirmed. Martin's lips are as soft as they look. At least from what he can feel. Maybe… 
He's close enough he can see that blush again. Maybe it was a bit more adorable than he was willing to admit. He starts to say something but the closet door swings open. Jon is aware of how compromising their position was. He was half in Martin's lap and their faces were close enough that their noses touch. 
Jon turns and looks up at Tim, who wore a mix of shock and amusement on his face. "Am I…. Interrupting?"
Jon scowls at him and pushes himself up off of the floor. "Is that thing taken care of?"
"Oh yeah. Elias beat it to death. I can go if you want to finish what you're doing." Tim snickers. 
Jon shoves past him. "Keep cracking jokes and I'll have you cleaning the toilets."
     +1.
Weeks have past since the incident in the closet. Jon kept telling himself that he did not have feelings for Martin. Not romantic feelings anyway. Martin was loud and overly cheerful and over baring and…. Caring and sweet and - God he sounded like a school girl with a crush. How unbecoming.
He leans against the desk with a sigh as he skimmed through a police report. 
"Hey Jon?" Martin calls, from the room next door. 
Jon looks up at the wall with slight annoyance. "What?" He calls back, having to raise his voice to be heard. 
"Can you come look at this?"
"What is it?"
"Just- come look."
Jon sits the papers down with a groan and mumbling about lazy work ethic. He makes his way to the next room over. The room was at one point vacant but has since been converted to a break room. "What is it?" He asks, annoyance clear in his voice as he makes his way over. 
Martin faces him and squares his shoulders. "I want you to kiss me."
Jon choked on his spit. "Excuse me?"
"I want you to kiss me before you drive me mad with all the teasing."
Jon stared at him for several minutes, mouth agape. 
Martin twitches a little. Had he read the situation wrong? Was he doing to get fired? Or a sexual harassment charge?
Finally Jon manages a weak "okay."
"O-okay?"
Jon looks up at him. "Okay. Okay I'll kiss you."
"You will?" Martin asked in a tone that said 'wow I can't believe that actually worked.'.
"Yes." Jon decides with a small smile. He steps closer, noting with a silent glee that the blush is back. "But I have a better idea in mind."
"And what's that?" Martin quirked and eyebrow and inclines his head toward the shorter man. 
"What if you kissed me first? You've had every opportunity." Jon puts his hands on Martin's shoulders and raises onto his toes with a slight smirk. 
"I like your idea better." Martin decides, and kisses him. 
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This chapter is less popular than most, possibly due to its abrupt ending and feeling of incompletion. Still, 86.5% of the fandom rated it a four or five making it another solid contribution to the series as a whole.
PATHS are awesome, but I hope there's a satisfying narrative payoff to its inclusion
A lot of mixed opinions on this chapter from everybody, but I personally loved it. It went by fast but it's something you gotta read a few times just to get a good feel on it.
Best chapter since Attack on Liberio
I LOVED this chapter. Paths explained! Baby Eren! Little Mikasa! The OG Levi Squad! School caste Armin and Mikasa!!! I literally began to cackle when Eren straight up told Zeke his plan was stupid. I loved it, I've been waiting for that moment ever since ch114.
Character expressions were beautiful. Isayama's art keeps improving. 
Easily one of my top 5 favorite chapters. The artwork was fantastic, the double crossings had me shook, & the Paths converging at the Coordinate is Yggdrasil. Love it!
Felt way too short and paths just got more confusing
I actually had to count the number of pages because I couldn't believe it was over yet. Seemed so short! But at the same time, many questions were answered.
Timeloop theory is out, multiverse theory is in! :)
This chapter was a gift from Isayama to all the Jaeger fans. Thanks Isayama.
WHICH OF THE FOLLOWING WAS YOUR FAVORITE MOMENT? 1,342 Responses
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18% of the fandom was thrilled to see Eren reiterate his “born into this world” sentiment as he rejected Zeke’s ideology. 16% found themselves moved by Zeke hearing Grisha apologize to him in his dreamstate. 14.6% were excited to see Eren rejecting Zeke’s plan, and at a near-tie 9.9% most enjoyed Zeke pulling a double betrayal on Eren, while 9.8% loved the moment when Eren woke up to see the Coordinate in front of him.
WHAT DID YOU THINK OF ZEKE CATCHING EREN’S HEAD? 1,323 Responses
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It was a meme, and now it’s canon. What did you all think of the resolution to last month’s cliffhanger? 42.2% felt it was a bit goofy but still worked, 29.5% thought it was amazing, 16.5% liked the moment but wish it had flowed better and not cut up over chapters, and only 7% thought it was absolutely ridiculous.
All those times playing catch with Mr Xaver really paid off!
It wasn't bad but just hilarious how memes have predicted it
I guessed it would happen after finishing reading chapter 119. In AoT nothing goes the way the characters want it, except for the Yeager bros.
I thought it was really heartbreaking and absolutely traumatizing.
I was very sad for Zeke at that moment, he seems in deep despair, there was no way to know that it would work to make Eren's survive. It was obviously more instinctive like Colt wanting to hug with his brother while he knows it will cause his death than reflexive
I totally called it and was thrilled it really happened
It was expected, but I believe we can't fully know how to feel because it's still a moment in development. I mean, it makes sense, it was the only move. We all saw it coming but it doesn't take anything from the awesomeness
Great payoff to Zeke's obsession with baseball
Eren could have given him a heads up... Zeke almost didn't catch him
WHICH ‘FROZEN IN AN INSTANT” MOMENT ARE YOU MOST EXCITED TO SEE PLAY OUT? 1,330 Responses
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When the action returns to the battle, the majority of the fandom are eager to see “Armin and Mikasa vs. The Cart” (27.4%) and “The aftermath of Gabi’s shot” (26.7%) play out. On a more lighthearted note, was “that one bird” (3.7%) received more votes than “Niccolo and the Braus family” (1.6%).
WHICH TITAN MEMORY MOMENT WERE YOU MOST EXCITED TO SEE? 1,328 Responses
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“Mikasa from chapter 1” was not only the largest memory shard, but also the moment we were most excited to see (24.3%). “Present day Historia” was our second choice (19.9%) and “The mysterious dark haired boy” was third (12.4%).  At the other end of the spectrum, once again “those birds” rule, beating out “the horse” (0.4%), “the ocean” (0.8%), “that bowl of food” (0.2%), “the colossal titan peering over the wall” (1.1%) and “that one person in the bottom left (1.1%) Faye (0.6%), the blimp (0.1%), the basement key (0.4%), Jean’s horse face (0.9%) and even Hange (0.5%).
WHO IS THE BOY NEXT TO MIKASA IN THE MEMORY SHATTER? 1,303 Responses
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“A child from the Mid East Alliance” has taken the majority (31.8%) with Rod Reiss and Tom Xaver following, each with about a quarter of the vote. Eren Kruger was fourth with 11.5%. We also had plenty of write ins. 
A child from the Mid-East Alliance, as he's wearing a Fez. It's probably a memory from Lady Tybur's youth, as we know the Tybur Family had connections with nations all across the world.
All the memories here have been from either te Attack Titan or the Founding Titan.  Thus I don’t think this is a boy from Warhammer Titan’s memories. Possibly it is Eren Kruger’s memories, in which case this cannot he Tom Xaver as it’s much too young for them to meet. Eren met Tom when Tom was a doctor and able to falsify his blood documents is he could join the Marley police. This is a new character.
At this point i really don't know it could be fucking king fritz himself isayama would probably do it
Eren's future son
Frieda’s brother
I think he's ms. Tybur's friend, eren's memories in here kinda mixed up so it makes sense he sees tybur's memories
It’s rod. You can tell by the vest he’s got on. But I do like the few people calling him the Arumika lovechild.
Probably Eren Kruger's friend / brother / child idk, or a future character that we don't know yet.
Someone from Ymir Fritz's time
The child from the last рanel
DID YOU LIKE THE INCLUSION OF CASTE ON TITAN CHARACTERS IN THE SPREAD PAGE? 1,249 Responses
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Let’s be real… The manga has had a depressing tone for quite a while now, and some humor (assuming that’s what this was!) is probably good for us. 72% of poll respondents agree with this notion, and loved the inclusion of Armin and Mikasa from the high school AU. 18.3% weren’t quite so keen to see this easter egg, however. 
I knew Isayama said something along the lines of incorporating this AU in the canon so it was nice to see that. Whether he plans to make a reincarnation AU out of this or just an easter egg is up to him.
I think it's cute. It's small and out of the way so it's not like it's disturbing the story.
Idk I'm confused. Isayama really likes to play with us
If you mean Nerd!Armin and Goth!Mikasa, yes I did like it. Could you PLEASE call it Highschool AU or similar, I spent like five minutes trying to understand what 'Caste on Titan' meant!
WHAT DO YOU THINK THE BEST IN-STORY EXPLANATION IS FOR CASTE ON TITAN BEING INCLUDED? 1,266 Responses
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Well over half of the fandom agree that the inclusion of Caste on Titan (AKA the high school AU fake previews) in the memory shatter was merely an easter egg for the fans to enjoy, rather than Isayama canonizing anything. 20.9% feel differently, feeling that Isayama has canonized Caste on Titan as an alternate universe. 10.7% feel that it is a possible future or reincarnation. 
Above Ymir Fritz, in a dimension higher than PATHS, lies the one true God and Creator Isayama-sama, who casually screws His people's minds on a monthly basis with images like these.
It is the actual reality
Canon?? FUTURE?? WHO?? WHAT??
Reincarnation AU is canon, baby
I have never heard of Caste on Titan.
Really it's probably just an easter egg, but it also kind of canonizes AUs which is fine by me.
WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE LOOK AT THE PATHS DIMENSION IN THIS CHAPTER? 1,331 Responses
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What did the fandom think of a whole chapter focused on paths? 80.2% loved the deep dive into them, 15.3% liked the information but don’t love paths as a story mechanic, and 2.1% dislike paths immensely and just want to go back to the battle.
Being someone who loves time-travelling stuff, I'm intrigued. I see a lot of theories around and the loop seems a little weird to me. I believe Isayama has a great, unique concept and I'm excited to fully comprehend it.
Enjoyed it a fair bit, but we need to know more! Especially about how this dimension came to be in the first place.
I can't wait to see this in the anime!
I sort of wish it was more alluded to and not shown too much
I wish isayama was good enough a writer so that he wouldnt have to rely on this bullshit for long-term, grand-scheme storytelling
It's awesome, we need a break from battle, right? I can't wait it'll be animated beautifully just like Ymir one back in the season 2
The most fascinating aspect of the story by far. I just want every single one of their mysteries to be revealed.
I really want to know more about the PATHS. But not from Zeke. I think he is definitely lying about some things here. And I loved that double betrayal. 
I didn’t know what the heck was going on
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE COORDINATE AS SHOWN IN THIS CHAPTER? 1,321 Responses
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A part of the in-depth look at paths this chapter was a visualization of the coordinate itself. Just over half of the fandom are excited that the theories of Norse Mythology influences might have paid off with the coordinate appearing similar to the mythological tree Yggdrasil. 18.2% of you are unsure what Yggdrasil is and how it relates to the story, 16.5% think the coordinate is supposed to look like a tree but Yggdrasil isn’t a direct influence, and 13.1% think it’s just a beam of light that branches off.
I just thought back to most of the depictions in books of Ymir and the Devil.  A good number of them had an object behind Ymir, that being a tree.  Coincidence?  I think not!
It really does have Yggdrasil vibes, and sorta looks like a tree branching off, but for now I can’t quite put it anywhere. Looks dope though.
It symbolizes a tree, and I hope it in turn connects to the tree Eren sat against in Chapter 1
Yes! more norse mythology references! Yggdrasil baby!
I loved how the trails in the path sky were the expanding branches of the Yggdrasil tree from SnK. Different space, different rules of time and matter...
It's shiny, glowy and pretty, and gives rise to loads of amazing fan colorings. Seriously, that full-page panel with Eren standing in front on it is a work of art.
It's the Tree of Life, Yggdrasil but also the Sephirot, among others. Norse Mythology confirmed with the name Ymir, the Norse proto-giant whose body was used to create the nine realms.
Maybe it's Yggdrasil, maybe not. I like the symbolism, but I can't confirm it actually is Yggdrasil.
Tree of life, much original, v cultured
PATHS converging as ROOTS.
BETRAYAL! WHAT DID YOU THINK OF EREN TURNING ON ZEKE? 1,331 Responses
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Who doesn’t love a predictable but good betrayal? 70.5% of respondents were more than happy to see that Eren didn’t agree with Zeke’s ideals, even going so far as to support the demeanor in which Eren delivered the blow. 20.9% are happy he doesn’t agree with Zeke, but feel he could have gone a little easier on him. A small percentage feel he should have sided with Zeke…
Expected but still immensely satisfying. Kinda felt a little bummed for Zeke getting rejected like that.
I loved the twist which was made even better with a double-twist!
Assuming Eren wants to go through with the Rumbling, then both plans are crazy
Eren revealed his cards too early. Although, I can see Eren making that mistake.
It was what I'd hoped would happen eventually, however, it's still another example of Eren doing whatever the fuck he wants without consulting his plans with anyone and hurting people as a consequence
Harsh, but Zeke had it coming and it felt kind of great on an emotional level in terms of a true loss to Zeke, who has done some pretty shitty stuff.
Eren’s plan is stupid, you could’ve told Armin and Mikasa about this but nooooo you gotta be an ass.
I knew Eren wouldn't go through with Zeke's plan. But Zeke also deserves to see the errors in his plans, that he has no right to euthanise his fellow Eldians!
I'm not surprised about Eren's betrayel, it was obvious from the start that he would never agree with Zeke's ideology. But currently I feel very bad for Zeke. For first his parents only want to used him for their plans, because of his royal blood and Eren only used him for the same thing. Poor Zeke ;___;
Zeke had a lot of time the overthink everything that has happened in the timeless paths realm. Even if Zeke did not realize before, he definitely thought about the betrayal during said time.
DO YOU THINK ZEKE IS CORRECT THAT THE GIRL IN THE PATHS DIMENSION IS OG YMIR? 1,331 Responses
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Zeke assumes, along with 76.5% of readers that the girl we see roaming paths is Ymir Fritz.  However, 19.5% of readers disagree with Zeke on this one.
I was but, after reading a theory posted days after the release, it makes sense that she's actually the OG Christa.
I think it’s Ymir, I don’t think ymir is who they think she is
I think she is indeed Ymir... But could also be the Earth devil.
Hearing all these theories about Eren asking Zeke how he could know, and Zeke just responding with (while logical) a not for sure answer makes me mixed
It seems wierd to me that the Founder has no will or personality of her own, it seems to me that shouldn't be the case, but well... I was hoping she would have some more additions to the story of the titans but she seems like a walking corpse
It's the most likely answer, but the fact he's just assuming makes me not want to claim for sure. Yams likes to seize on assumptions.
Kind of, it's the person they call Ymir but it's really the character of Christa
No. At least not fully, many characters have claimed what happened in the past, but none of them have been entirely right. I don't see why I should see Zeke as entirely correct either.
An empty shell of ymir caused by King Fritz messing with the cordinate
I think Zeke, Eren, Historia and this girl (I think it's Eren's daughter) are all Ymir.
WHY DID YMIR PASS BY EREN? 1,328 Responses
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Over half of the fandom (57.7%) agree with Zeke’s theory on this one - Ymir gave Eren the brush off because the Founding Titan is basically a pawn of the royal family. 28.1% are suspicious and believe that she’s got other plans we’ve yet to be clued in on.
Nepotism over cronyism, I guess
She's being controlled by Zeke due to his royal blood so she probably got no choice. Maybe if she gets released she'll cooperate with Eren
The grown woman-child doesn't like boring edgy teens, maybe?
In his time in the paths, Zeke gained enough control over them to make since illusions for eren.  This chick is just as illusory as his chains.  Zeke is using her to manipulate Eren because he needs Eren to control the founder.
Zeke is technically alive. Eren isn’t. She’s going for the living shifter.
Eren is too hot for her, she can't handle the Yeager
That’s not not Ymir.
She really dosnt have a free will and is being controlled by an even higher power
Zeke has created those chains and that girl to trick Eren
Ymir herself is a slave to the royal family. The royal blood in Zeke calls out to her.
WHAT MEMORY OF GRISHA’S DID YOU ENJOY THE MOST? 1,335 Responses
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With lots of heartwarming moments to choose from this chapter, 32.7% most enjoyed seeing Grisha turn away from the Reiss chapel and choosing instead to focus on being a good husband and father to his family. 28.8% enjoyed seeing how Grisha spent his time in the basement and the possibility of him seeing Zeke from the future. 19.7% got the dokis over seeing Grisha be there for Eren’s baby milestones.
Loved baby Eren and it was really nice seeing Grisha so caring for his family (I missed Carla too, so good to see her again)
Baby Eren is the cutest baby in the whole universe and if you disagree you need glasses
IN LIGHT OF THIS CHAPTER, HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT GRISHA NOW? 1,330 Responses
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Nearly half of the fandom (47.2%) admire Grisha’s ability to change and work to become a better father and husband after learning from his mistakes. 21.1% are glad that he was much better with Eren, but still can’t look past the way he treated Zeke as a child. 19.3% have always had faith in Grisha and enjoyed his character. 
One of the reasons why SnK is as good as it is. The way goodness and horribleness exists within him at the same time, the way it makes him so imperfect, so deplorable, so sympathetic and so human, it's a testament to how well he is written. I love him. I love him so much.
I didn't like him before, but now I have a little more sympathy. I felt like crying when he was dreaming about Zeke and wanted to see him badly. I hope they will have a chance to talk in paths.
I'm amazed by the forgiveness other readers are giving him. It's as if they're ignoring what he actually believed and did. I don't believe many people are beyond redemption, and the fact that Grisha managed to get caught before he could actually murder anyone works in his favour, but I hold him to the exact same standard I would any real person who tried to bring back a regime he himself believed was exceptionally violent and bloodthirsty (before the Owl delivered the 'nice' history of Eldia). Overall he *could* be forgiven, but so far...holding your cute chubby son and choosing not to commit your original sin *again* is not it.
No matter how much he learned from Zeke he still cursed them both with 13 years at the end, so it doesn't really make a difference for me.
For the longest time I didn't know how to feel about him but this chapter cleared up a lot of things and I absolutely love him now
While he ultimately failed at parenting twice, it is good to see he learned from some of his mistakes and that his actions here reflected that. In the end, he still went for the royal family before the breach of the Wall and treated Eren to the serum instead of spending his time looking for a better, less 'child' host for his titan.
DID BABY EREN SEE OLDER EREN AND ZEKE? 1,335 Responses
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While it may not impact the story, the vast majority of the fandom (70.9%) feel confident that baby Eren was able to see his future self. Only 2.8% selected “No” for this question.
DID GRISHA SEE ZEKE AT THE END? 1,333 Responses
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We don’t really know how it happened, but it sure does seem like Grisha saw Zeke at the end of the chapter when he noted his aged appearance. 79.1% agree that this appears to be the case. 2.7% disagree, chalking this up to nothing more than a coincidence. Eren and/or Zeke being able to interact with the past in any way has some striking implications, so hopefully we get some answers soon!
WILL ZEKE CHANGE HIS MIND ABOUT GRISHA? 1,333 Responses
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46.3% of respondents feel that the narrative is pushing Zeke to forgive his father and let go of what happened in the past. 38.6% see the potential for him to forgive Grisha, but don’t want to say with confidence that he definitely will. 11.5% believe that there is nothing that will ever cause Zeke to forgive his father. 
At his core, Zeke wants his father to love him and treat him as a son instead of a tool. Knowing that Grisha still thinks of him and feels guilty about the way he raised him must have stirred something in him.
Partially. Yes, Grisha grew from that. But it just meant that Eren got the childhood he wishes he had and that in his eyes Eren got preferential treatment.
If anything I think he's mostly going to be jealous of Eren and regrets not being born at the right time. That being said they haven't reached the memory where Grisha passed his titan to Eren.
Might lean more towards him not changing because of his very single-minded way of looking at things. Maybe a smaller chance, don't know how I'd feel about it, though in terms of storytelling.
I hope. I am so ready for a Zeke redemption to take place even if the chances of it happening are low. I want to see the Yeagerbros working together.
I don't think so. If Eren shows him the next memory in which Grisha gave his titan powers to Eren and forced him to end his mission by going to the cellar and learning to control that power, Zeke would think that he was right about his father that he brainwashed him. Maybe Grisha was a good father in Eren's younger years but at the end he shouldered his burden to his second son and gave Eren a new reason to continue the cycle of hatred, to avenge his mother. I don't think that Zeke will change his mind so easily...I have the feeling that Eren has to convince his Brother otherwise, but I could be wrong.
While his opinion about Grisha May change slightly, that won’t change his opinion about euthanasia.
I love how that in the midst of all the plot development and the PATHS, it still boils down to the characters and their relationships in the end. The Zeke/Grisha parts make this chapter, imo. The boy who wants so much to be loved by his father, who vilifies his father as some sort of coping mechanism, realizing that his father loves him, misses him and regrets the way he treated him, realizing his father is only human... it never fails to tug at my heartstrings. I can't wait to see where Zeke will go from here.
WILL ZEKE’S MIND BE CHANGED ABOUT WHAT THEY SHOULD DO WITH THE FOUNDING POWER? 1,329 Responses
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As we step away from the action-centric battle, we move into a battle of philosophies, outlooks, and plans. Zeke has attempted to sway Eren, but will Eren be able to convince Zeke to change his mind about what to do with the power they now possess? 38.8% think he will in fact be able to do just that; and only at about 1% behind, 37.9% don’t know what the outcome will be, and 20.3% don’t think Zeke’s plan will change.
Zeke's mind is already made up. What may change is his motivation. He just may lose all will to execute his plan and let Eren do his thing.
His euthanasia plan is instilled into him primarily by Xaver, his father-figure, someone whom he holds very much in high esteem. So if Zeke should change his mind about that plan, it has to be through changing his current opinion on Xaver.
It will seem he agrees with Eren. And then, out of rage and despair of his ideals being broken and Eren getting the life he wishes he always had, he'll cause the Rumbling to lash out at the world for how cruel it was to him.
No, he's far too stubborn for that. But he still needs to return the powers of the Founder to Eren somehow. So I can see him being cornered in a way that makes him realize there's no happy ending.
Probably, but it shouldn't be because of some Grisha shit, it should be because Eren has a better plan
Yes but he‘s still an ass who had fun in killing. Maybe he‘ll redeem himself by showing remorse but whatever, he just rubs me the wrong way.
I sure hope so, because eugenics really doesn't make sense even if you support the reasoning. If it can be done by a royal titan then it can be undone, and they're literally planning to keep a pack of royals as spares.
I hope so, because I really want to see the brothers work together. Zeke has done a lot of terrible thing (including what he did to poor Levi) but I want to see his redemption arc
I think that Zeke will come to the realization that he is doing to same thing to Ymir as Grisha has done to him.
WHAT DOES EREN WANT TO SHOW ZEKE? 1,324 Responses
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This chapter ended abruptly with Eren about to lead Zeke into “The next memory.” But what could that be? 36.3% think he’s going to show Zeke scenes from his own life, 32.1% believe there will be an even deeper dive into Grisha’s past, 19.7% think it will involve Tom Xaver, and 8.6% think Eren Kruger will get more time to shine.
A mix of all of them: More of Grisha's memories up to his death, his own life and experiences (Attack on Titan greatest hits coming for the 10th anniversary chapter), and then finish off with some Xaver reveals if he indeed worked with Kruger.
Bit of Kruger's, Eren's memories, and little bit of Grisha's. Maybe Ymir's or Karl Fritz
Definitely something involving Xaver, probably him in cahoots with Kruger to fool Zeke.
Don't feel like he wants to show Zeke something, just telling Zeke to move it along
His true motives and what lead him down the path he’s been taking since chapter 91
That one exchange between Grisha and Frieda in the cave we still didn't get to see when Eren kissed Historia's hand.
The memory where Grisha turns Eren into a mindless with added dialogue to hit us all in the feels.
Warhammer memories
I hope it could be something around Kruger and Xaver, and finally enlightening Zeke view of his "dad" and their plan. From here they could move around some really interesting scenarios, there are so many possibilities and I AM HERE FOR IT! ("If you want to save Mikasa and Armin..." quote for example idk).
Fall of wall Maria, Dina eating Carla
Some hype ass shit.
WILL EREN BE DEAD AFTER THE INSTANT IS OVER? 1,327 Responses
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The majority (77.8%) are confident that Eren will find a way to make it out of the paths dimension alive, while 11.5% are much less optimistic about Eren’s fate. A smaller percentage believe that he’s already dead without any chance of coming back.
I have this weird theory: since a shifter's consciousness can be transferred into the spine or in the Paths dimension in some capacity, what if the consciousnesses of two shifters can be "exchanged" in the Paths dimension? Zeke may end up dying (willingly or not) while Eren lives.
I don't know. I think he'll either come back alive, or find a way to communicate with at least Mikasa and/or Armin before he dies.
Zeke promised that he will never abandon his little brother. Even if their ways differ in the end and Zeke’s mind isn’t changed, I don’t think he would leave his brother to die. He has already stated that he will command Ymir to reconstruct Eren’s body. No way he would treat Eren like that
No. Eren recovered in paths just like Zeke did so there's no reason for him to be dead
It would be a fresh plot twist and I would like him to stay dead because of it but I doubt Isayama has courage to do it.
i think it would be weird for eren to die right now, especially before seeing Armin & Mikasa again
DO YOU THINK ZEKE WILL COME OUT OF THE PATHS DIMENSION ALIVE? 1,328 Responses
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Zeke was in pretty good shape when he went into the PATHS dimension, so it only makes sense he would make it out alive - or at least that’s what most of us (81.9%) think! A minority (18.5%) think (or hope?) he will not be so lucky.
WHAT ARE YOU HOPING TO SEE NEXT CHAPTER? 1,339 Responses
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More than half the fandom wants chapter 121 to be the continuation of A Zekemas Carol. 18.9% would rather take a break from the PATHS dimension to see what’s happening with Levi and Hange.
Been wanting to see Annie, Levi, Historia for many chapters.  Now just want these amazing memories to continue!  This part of the story is incredibly powerful.
I know this paths fuckery will continue for another chapter or two but after that yams pls gib annie i beg
A moment of silence for the amount of hope I had to see Hanji and Levi, if you will. It will be missed.
All I'm asking for is one panel with Levi and Hange... Is that too much?
Annie in paths Annie in paths Annie in paths Annie in-
Eren in the next chapter is going to open a door from Eren Krugers past showing interactions with Tom Xaver
Heh, as much as I want to see Hanji & Levi, I'm 99% certain we're staying in PATHS zone :)
I feel bad that I didn’t choose Annie for any of these answers, but this moment in the story is literally the only thing I’ve wanted to see for years
I just want to know Levi is alive 
I want to know who Ymir really is and what her motivation is! I want to see the story through her eyes!
I don't care about Zeke. Please show me the Present Day Historia memory. I beg you OG Ymir. Amen.
whatever it is im gonna pee myself regardless
WHERE DO YOU PRIMARILY DISCUSS THE SERIES? 1,263 Responses
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ADDITIONAL THOUGHTS ON THE CHAPTER? 
"Where's the rest of it?" - Zuko
I liked Eren's "surprised Pikachu" face when Zeke broke the chains.
Great fucking chapter, Eren and Zeke are a riot as a brothers duo.
Why is Grisha so attractive 
Boy am I glad Xaver trained Zeke in baseball instead of football.
Grisha Redemption Arc, let's go!
a chapter without reiner is automatically a bad chapter 
At the beginning I thought it’d end up being boring but the ending showed me otherwise. Attack on titan never disappoints
Awesome, beyond my expectation. We get more info about PATHS and yeager moments that i nearly don't care about others lol. The cliffhanger is more painful than previous chapter tho 
Chapter in a nutshell: "I have more resolve!" "No, just kidding. By doing this I have MORE resolve!" "Well guess what? I have a piano. End of discussion, I have the most resolve." 
I kind of dislike the whole concept of the Paths. I really dislike the "enslaved little girl builds Titans out of sand" angle when there was so much potential for a science fantasy explanation instead. At least Eren's acting like Eren again, that's all I'm asking of this manga at this point.
How did Ymir have three daughters when she looks 13 years old and presumably died 13 years old?
I put a 2/5 due to how empty and anticlimatic this chapter was. I'm more than okay to explore the pathverse but I didn't expect 10 pages of filler and recollection, 10 pages where the brotherly betrayal gets quickly resolved with both Eren and Zeke's emotions being turned down (Zeke just told Eren he had no freedom in his decisions ffs) and the rest being Daddy Issues TM.
Dope. Loved it. Answered so many questions. So, the PATHS meme is a little less true now. It'll probably become even less so with the next chapter and so on. 
Eren and Zeke this chapter were basically that one spiderman meme you know the one.
Glad the memory manipulation theory was wrong, didn't expect this walk through memory lane however. I'm excited to see if and how Zeke's outlook on his father and whole ideology will change.
Eren out here playing 5D chess against Zeke when he was playing 4D chess and thinking Eren was playing 3D chess. Eren a legend
Eren’s sarcastic attempt at convincing Zeke was a welcome reprieve from the “excuse-me-what” nature of this chapter
Every time Eren appears in a panel I stare in awe at how beautiful he is. Shaven face + Hobo hair = Peak Eren. 
I love how abrupt the ending is, specially if Isayama's going for what I'm thinking. I suspect chapters 120, 121, and 122 will all feel connected as one single big chapter, with action outside paths only unfreezing at the end of 122. The main issue is how some parts of this chapter feel like stalling for the inevitable anniversary chapter next month, but I believe it's gonna pay off.
I was laughing like a maniac by the end of the chapter. Eren is truly an incredible little sh*t, and I'm super excited to learn more about his actual motivations. Interestingly enough, Zeke won't shut up about Grisha the father, and seems to have conveniently forgotten (which I did as well) that one of Eren's biggest motivations in his life has come from his mother, who told Shadis all those years ago that Eren was special BECAUSE "he was born into this world". As much as I reeeeeeally wanna see an update on Levi and Hanji (IT'S BEEN SIX MONTHS, ISAYAMA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO US), this walk down memory lane is turning out to be the most entertaining part of the arc so far 
I'm SO HAPPY to see Eren talking again and to see that fiery determination and his snarky attitude! Go Eren!
Just . . . I'm really tired. Now Grisha's father of the year all of sudden. I'm still waiting for Eren to like, suffer real consequences for his war crimes and his shitty treatment of his "friends." And Annie is probably never going to be relevant, Historia is going to stay stuck in her chair. Like, the whole point of this series was that it's hard to tell what the truth is, right? And now there's MAGIC and Eren can literally take Zeke into his memories to show Zeke EXACTLY what happened with Grisha as if that's the real truth? Isayama's gone soft or given up, I dunno. I'm just tired.
Anyone else expect Isayama to just carry on with these flashbacks for four chapters just like the basement.
This chapter hurt me. In fact, this whole arc has. I think the point where I started being really confused was when Zeke got resurrected. I get the point of it. You wanna show what PATHS is? Ok. You wanna show how titans are built! Sure! You wanna explain that this is a pocket dimension and time moves by super slow? Perfect. You wanna show the person making the titans? Cool. But the mechanics with the royal family are so inconsistent. IF ZEKE CAN BREAK THE WILL, WHY CAN’T FRIEDA OR URI OR LITERALLY ANYBODY. Is it because he isn’t the direct founding Titan? Is he bluffing?? I don’t know. I want Armin and Mikasa please.
One redemption for the monky boi, please.
So Eren did all he did, sacrificed so many lives, hurt his friends etc. just because he only hoped he’ll be able to use the Coordinate? Seriously that was his plan? Give me a break please. I’m very disappointed Erwin was not there in the ‘important moments’ page - he was one of Eren’s childhood heroes after all and the person without whom Eren would’ve never gotten this far. 
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Time Lost Ch 4
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OC
Summary: An accident during a mission sends Shield agent Victoria Taylor back in time to the second world war. There she enlists the help of Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes to find the object that can send her back.
Warnings: This one gets dark. References to genocide, talks about trauma and PTSD It ends on a light note though.
Word count: 3.7k
A/N: God this chapter was going to be the death of me
Masterlist
Prologue Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3
Victoria shivered against the late December wind as she made her way to the edge of the base. She was going to give Phillips so much hell when this was all over. Five days until Christmas, the middle of winter, and she was about to go camping. Camping of all things. She grumbled a bit more at her fate before readjusting the rucksack on her back and continuing.
The men were waiting at the edge of the woods as the instructing agent went over what they were expected to do over the next few days. “If you put your training to good use, you’ll be spending Christmas Eve in a warm bed, with a turkey dinner waiting for you when you wake up.” He said as she entered earshot.
“And if you have particularly good observational skills, It’ll only take about a six-hour ruck march to get there.” She added, hands grasping the straps of her pack as she walked up to the group.
The men groaned at the words ‘ruck march’ and the agent only sighed, “Glad to see you finally join us, Agent Taylor.” He said, frustration clear in his voice, “Perhaps it would be prudent to remind you, you are not allowed to help them with navigation.
Victoria rolled her eyes, “Still bitter I beat you at map reading then.” She said walking past him and towards the men, “I’m expressly forbidden from taking any kind of leadership role in this. Phillips wants your training tested, not mine.”
“You’re coming with us then, Agent Taylor?” Bucky asked, arms crossed. He always did his best to be professional in front of the other agents at the base, something Victoria could respect. It was a trait that didn't seem to be universal, much to her annoyance.
She nodded, “I’m under strict orders to train and aid the Howling Commandoes until Phillips needs me elsewhere. So here I am.” The men grinned in pride at the group name. They had spent weeks coming up with it.
Steve looked at Bucky and smiled, “We’re always happy to have you around, Ma’am.” Steve nodded to the men, and saluted the agent, “If that's all Sir, I think it’s time I confer with my team and head out.”
The agent saluted in return, “You’ve already got the maps, everything else is up to you.” He said, and turned to leave, though not before adding, “And if you miss it, Happy Christmas.”
Falsworth opened the map they had been supplied with and pointed to the target destination. Dugan helped hold the map open as Falsworth spoke, “The camp itself is about 30 kilometers east of here, the snow will slow us down but as long as we follow a relatively straight path, we should get there in no time.”
Steve pointed to a feature on the map, “A straight path might not be so easy with how rocky it gets around here, getting around the mountains might add a few klicks.” He looked hopefully at Victoria. “Do you know a good route?”
She scoffed, tilting her head and crossing her arms, “I know a great route. But, it requires a 6-hour ruck march and I’m not allowed to tell you, remember? I can help set up camp and shit, I can’t navigate for you. Colonel’s orders.”
Falsworth and Steve sighed as the went back to the map. It wasn't that Victoria didn't want to help, god, she wanted to help just so she didn’t have to sleep on snow. Unfortunately, any help she could give would be far too obvious, and thus, reported to Col. Phillips immediately. And while she had a feeling nothing would be don't, it wasn't something she wanted to risk when her entire goal was to get them to finish training as quickly as possible. The two men nodded to each other before Steve turned to the group, “Alright men, we don't have much sunlight to spare, so let's move out. The more ground we cover today, the better.”
The men sounded their agreement as they all entered the forest. For the most part, the fir trees kept a lot of the snow off the forest floor, making the trek slightly smoother. The mountains, however, did not. They added at least five kilometers to the journey in efforts to avoid the most mountainous areas, and even then, most of the terrain was rocky and icy, not a very fun combination.
They traveled until it was nearly sunset before finally stopping in a small clearing to set up camp. Victoria set her rucksack down as Steve began assigning jobs. "Dernier, I want you to work on getting the fire started. Falsworth, Morita, Dugan, and Taylor work on putting up the tents. Jones and Buck, come with me to get firewood." Steve said, setting his own pack down, and the entire team sprung into motion.
"Dum Dum, Jim, you two start clearing away snow for the tents," Falsworth said. "Victoria, help me unpack the supplies."
"Aye aye." She said as they started pulling the tents out of the men's packs. In no time the materials for four pup tents were spread around the campfire Dernier was nursing. Victoria clapped her hands together looking at the piles of canvas and tent stakes. "It's going to be a bitch to drive these stakes into the frozen ground."
Falsworth handed her a hammer, "No worse than Russia, I'm sure."
She scoffed, taking the hammer. "Nothing will ever be worse than camping during the Russian winter." She shivered at the thought of it, that night had been absolute hell. "Let's get to work." She said, picking up a tent support post and ramming it into the ground, hammering it down a few times for good measure. Carefully, she let it go and backed away, cheering when it didn't fall. The second post wasn't so easy, no matter how hard she tried to force it into the ground, it refused to stay upright.
She growled at the stake, honestly wishing she could just snap it in half. Morita grabbed it before Victoria could try to ram it into the ground once more. "Need help?" He asked and she handed over the stake with a huff.
"There's a reason I took the ruck march." She said and puffed out her cheeks.
"Yeah, because you're a masochist." He laughed. "I'll get the post, you grab the cover." He said pointing to the canvas tent cloth. Victoria grabbed the cloth as Morita worked the post into the ground. With the posts finally secured, she spread the canvas over them with a flick of her wrist. They both finished securing the tent to the ground, ending with a result that, hopefully, wouldn't collapse.
"Thanks." She said, nudging him slightly with her elbow.
"No problem." He said. "Wouldnt do any good if one of our tents collapsed right?" She took a deep breath and nodded, looking over the tent again. It was rare for her to rough it in the woods, and usually, she didn't even bother with tents. "Come on, it looks like Jacques has something cooking on the fire."
Victoria sat at the now rather large fire, warming her numbing hands as Dernier boiled cans of food rations in a pot over it. An impressively large pile of firewood sat next to him, no doubt primarily thanks to a specific super-soldier. As if summoning them with a mere thought, Jones, Steve and Bucky emerged from the forest. Bucky and Jones carried two large bundles of branches in their arms, while Steve might as well have been carrying an uprooted tree.
"I don't think we're going to need this much wood boys." She teased them as they dropped the branches into the pile.
"That's what I told them," Jones said sitting down next to Dernier.
"It's going to be cold tonight, the bigger the fire the better." Steve defended as he started to cut into the log with an ax.
Bucky nodded, "you can never be too careful." He sat down next to Victoria, "I'd rather have too much wood than freeze."
"We're going to need someone up to keep it goin'," Dugan said, carefully pulling a can from the boiling water.
Falsworth sipped from a tin cup, "Everyone taking a two-hour fire watch should get us through the night. Perhaps turns going clockwise around the tents?" He traced his finger in a clockwise circle in the air.
"I can take the first watch," Morita said. "I'll wake up who ever's in my tent."
Dugan shifted slightly, brows furrowed, "So how exactly are we deciding who is in a tent with who?" he glanced briefly at Victoria. "Especially considering-"
"If you bring up the fact that I'm a woman I'm actually going to punch you, Dugan," Victoria said flatly, glaring at him.
"He has a point doll, it would be-"
"I swear to god Barnes if you say 'proper'." she threatened, almost growling. "Its hardly going to be the first time I had to sleep next to a man."
Bucky went slightly pink and Falsworth laughed, "You don't exactly have a choice when you're in the middle of Russia in the winter do you?" He said.
"Exactly." She said, "I don't give a damn who I share a tent with, but if protecting my honor or some shit really means that much to you Bucky, feel free. Just know I sleep with a pistol and a knife under my pillow and I'm a very light sleeper."
Bucky flushed three shades deeper and shifted uncomfortably as he cleared his throat, "I wasn't trying to insult your doll, I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it is all."
Victoria's lips curled upwards, it was always cute when she managed to fluster him. When all his charming bravado was stripped away he turned out to be so soft and kind. He meant well, she knew that, so did Dugan, but she had no patience for being singled out based on her gender. Seeing him so embarrassed, however, eased her annoyance slightly. "I think I've proven very well that I can defend myself." She said, "And I've also proven I'm not really one to care about what's proper or not." She stood up, yawning. "You boys can decide who's comfortable bunking with me. I, however, just got done hiking 15 kilometers, so I'm going to bed. Wake me up when it's my turn to keep the fire going." She finished before retiring to a tent.
The fire crackled loudly as Victoria threw another log onto the flames. It had already been three hours since she had woken up and sent Jones to bed, but she couldn't convince herself to go back to sleep. She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to.
The crunch of snow alerted her to someone's approach, but she didn't bother to look to see who it was, instead, focusing on the flames. "You know, I've been meaning to ask," Bucky said, sitting down next to her. "How exactly does a girl like you end up in a place like this? You're too smart to actually want to be here."
Victoria laughed turning the tin cup in her hands with her fingers, "You know, I ask myself that every day." She took a sip from her cup and continued, "The answer, apparently, is by helping a friend."
"Helping a friend," he said. "One hell of a way to help a friend."
"He definitely owes me, that's for damn sure." She smiled slightly, Clint wasn't going to believe any of this when she got back if she did. "And you're one to talk. Mister 'joins an elite squad for his best friend'."
He chuckled, "Okay, you've got me there." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and matches. "Want one?" he asked, offering the pack to her.
"You know, those things cause cancer." She said, shaking her head.
Bucky looked at her like she had two heads as he put a cigarette between his lips. "Since when?" He asked as he lit it with a match.
"Since always." She said, sipping her drink. "Just wait, the science will come out, I promise."
He hummed, clearly unconvinced, as he took a drag of the cigarette. "We'll have to see then." He said, "What are you drinking?"
"Some dirt I thought it would be a good idea to boil." She deadpanned, looking into her cup. "Actually, on second thought, that's an insult to dirt."
"And you say cigs will give you cancer." He joked as she poured out the last of the coffee in the cup.
"To be fair," She said, setting the cup down, "I'm shocked I'm not dead already. What are you doing up anyway? Can't sleep?"
Bucky squinted at the fire, "I don't think I've had a solid night's sleep since Azzano." He said. "Every time I close my eyes it's like I'm back there, in that little cage, or worse, on that godforsaken torture table." He noticeably shivered at the thought. "It's stupid, I know it isn't real but..." He trailed off, seemingly at a loss for words.
"The human mind is intense," Victoria said, poking at the flames, considering adding another log.
"Yeah," He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "That's one way to put it."
"It isn't stupid though." She looked at him, he looked so tired in the glow of the flame, almost fragile even. He was almost always putting on a brave face she realized. But here, maybe due to the cold, or maybe due to exhaustion, he let the facade drop, with only Victoria there to witness it. "You've seen things, experienced things, that most people could never even dream of. War is horrific. There are probably thousands of men dealing with the same things you are. The nightmares, the memories, the fear, and the pain and the guilt. Most of them are too scared to even talk about it, not wanting to be called crazy or weak. It's not stupid at all."
Bucky looked at her, face indecipherable, "You talk about it like you have first-hand experience."
She looked into the fire, unsure of how to answer, or even if she should.  She bit her lip and sighed, "I don't work on the front lines like most everyone else. I work so deep behind them that it often feels like I'm on a desolate island with only my worst enemies. I try to work with resistance groups when I can." She swallowed the lump in her throat as it came up. "Usually when I do, it involves doing things to protect Jewish civilians. Falsifying documents, securing safe ways out of the city, even dying their hair blond to make them look more Aryan. Really just about anything to keep them safe.
"That's what I was doing a few months ago in Paris when a woman and her children came into the little hidey-hole that the resistance had set up, begging for help. She wasn't Jewish, but her children were, and she was terrified she would lose them like her husband. We helped the best we could. God, you should have seen her face as she thanked us, a two-year-old in her arms and a five-year-old clinging to her dress." She took a deep breath and wiped tears from her eyes. "I found all three of them dead on the side of a street a week later. The mother still clinging to her baby, a gunshot to all of their heads."
"Jesus." Bucky swore, rubbing his jaw, "Doll I-"
"I'm not telling you this for pity." She said quickly, "I'm telling you this so that you know you aren't alone. I know what it's like to go to sleep and relive every horror you've ever seen. To constantly be alert for another horrific thing to happen. To constantly be wearing a mask just to make it another day without losing your mind. I know what it's like. You aren't alone, you aren't crazy, and you aren't weak. There's only so much trauma the mind can handle at once, and God knows that was only the most recent of the traumas I've seen, and I'm sure it won't be the last.
"It's not stupid Bucky." She looked over at him, a look of surprise on his face as he held his chin in his hand. "It's the least stupid thing in the world. I promise."
They stared at each other in silence for a few beats before Victoria felt her face grow hot and she turned back towards the fire, throwing another log onto the flames. Suddenly, she felt extremely silly sharing so much. She tried to ignore the sick feeling in her stomach as the silence dragged on.
"That's the second time you've left me speechless." He said, quietly enough that the popped of the fire almost drowned him out. "Steve was right, you really are something."
The breath caught in her throat as she froze, heart racing. Now it was her turn to be speechless. How on earth two sentences could feel so damn important, she had no idea. Bucky was kind, and good, and strong, but she shouldn't be getting this flustered over what he thought of her. "No," She shook her head as if the action itself were pushing something down deep inside of her. "I'm just me. That's it."
He nodded, "That's exactly my point." She poked at the fire, thanking every deity above that she could blame her red cheeks on the cold. "Not many people would say something like that. It, uh," He rubbed the back of his neck, "It means a lot doll, it really does."
A few more beats of silence passed as Victoria tried to make sense of the situation. "You know," She said, heart pounding as she tried to find a way to change the subject. "I wasn't kidding when I said we could get to the other base in six hours." James Buchannan Barnes was going to be the death of her, and it wasn't going to be the charm that did her in at this point. There were so many reasons not to fall in love with him, but god if her heart didn't want to listen.
He shook his head, accepting the change in subject. "I've been looking at that map all day, there's no way in hell."
"That map doesn't have the road on it."
"The what?"
"The road. There's a road about half an hour's walk from the starting point. They leave it off the maps they hand out so that people don't use the road. Takes you right to the next base camp." She explained, pointing northward. "'Course, normally this is supposed to be a race, so the ruck march makes more sense."
Bucky looked impressed, "How did you find it?"
"The map looked off, different from what I was used to. So I went to investigate." She threw two more logs onto the fire and the flames quickly burst to life. "Ended up finding a road and made it to my destination before sundown. Couldn't walk for two days straight after that, but I got to stay in the training program."
"They were going to kick you out if you didn't walk 30 kilometers in a day?"
She shook her head, "No, like I said, it was a race. The second half of recruits to arrive were dropped from the program and used elsewhere."
"So you walked 30 kilometers in a day," he said it more than asked.
"Yep."
"Doll, you don't get to question if I'm the responsible one if you do things like that." he teased, a genuine smile on his face for the first time all night.
Victoria's jaw dropped in mock offense, "You blew up three pounds of TNT because Steve suggested it!"
"That punk would have done it anyway! you know how many fights I got in because he started them? And he wasn't all muscley back then either." She laughed as the thought and Bucky's smile widened. "I'm serious! He's a menace! Absolutely no sense of self-preservation."
"I believe it." She said, "I just don't believe you have any either."
"Coming from the dame that walked 30 kilometers in six hours instead of camping on the side of the road." He argued, crossing his arms.
"I didn't want to lose!" She said a little louder than she meant to. A distinct snort from Dugan's tent pulled their attention away from the conversation.
Bucky put a finger over his lips and shushed, "We don't want to wake everyone up."
Victoria snorted, "Like you weren't being just as loud as me."
Bucky bit his lip to keep from laughing, "I'm not the one that almost woke Dum Dum up." he said before getting a handful of snow shoved into his face. He stared at Victoria in disbelief as she gave him a smug look. "Really?"
Before she could think to get away, Bucky wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, and piled two large handfuls of snow onto her head. Victoria gasped at the cold sensations as she tried to wiggle out of his grasp. She stopped when she looked up at him, finally realizing how close they were.
Bucky laughed, not seeming to notice the closeness himself. Her heart hammered in her chest, the scent of the pinewood he helped chop still clung to him, mixing with his own scent, she had never been so close to him before. Bucky seemed to notice her stillness and looked down at her, finally realizing the position they were in.
Victoria had no idea how long they stayed like that, staring at each other in silence before she finally spoke up. "I should probably turn in."
Bucky blinked once or twice before releasing her as if she were on fire. "Yeah. Yeah," he nodded as she stood up. "Don't worry about sending the next person out. I will when I go back to my tent."
She nodded back, "Goodnight." She said and retreated to her tent before he could respond. She couldn't fall in love with a man she knew was likely to die. She couldn't. She buried herself in her sleeping bag with a huff, thinking about how much colder she was out of his arms.
"You two are quite cute together," Falsworth said, not bothering to open his eyes.
"Shut up."
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buginabog · 5 years
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Am I Dreaming or Dead? Ch. 2
Summary: sanders sides fantasy story.
Pairings: remile, loceit, royality
Warnings: character death, sympathetic deciet, body horror, cursing
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Remy slammed against the wall, pressing his hands against his mouth to suppress his sobs. He slid down the wall slowly, curling into fetal position.
"Well I finally got Kai to slee- Remy? Hon are you ok?" Emile fell in front of Remy and tilted his head up to meet his eyes. "Remy baby, what happened?"
Tears slid down Remys face, "Emile... I fucked up."
Emile pulled Remy into a hug, "hush baby, hush... wanna tell me about it?"
"Logan got mad at me because I didn't warn Virgil about how my eyes feel... and then I told him that Roman-" his breath caught in his throat, "I told him Roman wouldnt want to see him. Because he said he'd find Roman on his own, and I said he wouldnt want to see him."
Emile rubbed his back, "what were you feeling?"
"I was... I was angry."
"At who?"
"...I dont know" he voice broke, "I dont know Em, and I- I couldnt-"
Emile rocked him back and forth, "hush honey, hush. Tomorrow? You go to his house, you try to apologize. And you try to start again. Ok?"
Remy laughed weakly, "where would I be without you?"
Emile kissed his head, "I think we both know the answer to that."
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The car was silent as Logan sped towards home, his face grim. It felt like hours before Virgil was brave enough to speak up. "Dad? Does Remy blame you for Roman... leaving?"
Logan sighed and relaxed his grip on the steering wheel, "I- yes. Virgil. Yes he does." He laughed brokenly, "they used to be... the best of friends you know. Roman and Remy, you never saw one without the other. And me and Roman, well. We were like oil and water. We were so different. And we fought so much. Remy used to think Roman went to the woods to- ...never mind. And he blamed me for that."
Virgil frowned and looked away, "thats... kind of dumb."
Logan laughed a little, "people do and think dumb things when they're grieving."
Virgil looked out the window for a while before speaking up again, "why didn't you tell me we were moving to the town my birth father died in?"
Logan started, "he died here?"
Virgil nodded, "yup. In those woods."
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Eleven Years Ago
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"Poppa? How long are you gonna be gone?"
His Poppa smiled and ruffled his hair, "oh not long, a week or two. Three at most. Ok? And I'll call you every night. Ok Virgie?"
Virgil smiled "ok Poppa!"
Patton gave him one last hug, then stood up to hug his best friend, "thanks for doing this on such short notice Em."
Emile smiled, "not at all! We are best friends after all!"
Patton smiled, "still, thank you."
"What are you doing in that town anyway?"
"Oh, you know, I got an offer to do a logging job." Patton frowned, "its weird though... no one in town wanted the job."
Emile smiled, "well that's a good thing!"
Patton smiled, "yeah. I guess you're right."
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Two weeks later
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Someone knocked at the door, Emile ran to open it. Virgil couldnt see who it was, because he was in the living room. He could hear voices, though he couldnt hear what they were saying, the voice that wasnt Emiles was deep, and sounded like thunder. And like thunder, it was carrying a message of danger since past.
Emile brought the man into the living room, "hes in here sir."
The man reached out to shake Virgils hand, "hello, I'm Mr. Sanders, what's your name?"
Virgil tentatively reached out his hand, "Virgil."
Mr. Sanders smiled sadly, "do you know why I'm here Virgil?"
Virgil shook his head.
"This is going to be... big news... for a grown adult, even. But for a six year old especially..." mr sanders sighed, "I hate this part of my job, but, it needs to be done." He took a deep breath and looked at Virgil, "your father, Patton Hart, was in a logging accident."
Virgils eyebrows knit together, "what do you mean?"
Mr Sanders sighed, "your father... wont be coming home."
Virgils world froze. Mr Sanders kept talking, but Virgil didnt hear a word. He just... sat. Not thinking, not feeling, not hearing, all he could was sit. Not even a single tear ran down his cheek, all he did was sit.
When he finally came back, he could say one word. And one word only, "Poppa?"
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Present Day
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Roman walked into the clearing that he had called home for ten years now. "Morality my dear!"
Morality perked up and smiled, "ah, Prince."
Roman sat next to Morality, "do you ever wonder what happened in the outside world? While we stayed frozen in time... what happened out there?"
Morality sighed, "well, sometimes I do." He looked at the river, "you know... I left behind a son. He was only six when I... when this happened. I... I wonder what would have happened if I had never taken that stupid, stupid, STUPID logging job."
Roman sighed, "yknow, I saw... I saw my brother. A little older, but here, at the edge of the forest."
Morality frowned, "why?"
"His son was about to walk into the woods." Roman frowned, trying to remember, "what was his name... Vi-"
"DONT SAY IT!"
Roman started, looking at Morality, who was breathing wild-eyed and panicked, "...Morality?"
"Remeber what I told you? That day? Names have power in the forest."
"Right. Apologies."
Morality relaxed, "its alright my prince. But if that boy has not been taken yet... then we should try our best to keep him free."
Roman nodded, "yes."
They sat in silence before Roman spoke again, "how long has it been?"
Morality sat, "that is three different questions, but I'll answer all three. The woods have been infested ever since, oh, a long, long time back. Look at the height of these trees, they've lived long lives. I'd say this tree has been here for maybe a thousand years, probably more." He looked at Roman, "as for me, ah, I cant tell, and I cant tell how long it's been for you either. While we stay frozen, the world keeps spinning." He laid back, "maybe it's been two years, maybe twenty. Maybe it's only been a month. Who knows who knows indeed."
Roman smiled at his partner in death, "you're rambling again."
Morality sighed, "perhaps. But I'll ramble and ramble till the world ends, if only to fill the silence."
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Declan woke up to feel Logan sitting in his bed, "so, you decided Virgil wasnt going to sneak out? Or did you stay out there all night?"
Logna sighed and laid back, "I... I went to the forest. Then I went to Remy's."
Declan frowned, "why?"
"Virgil saw him."
"Saw who? Where?"
Logan turned to Declan, and Declan started to see the tears pouring down his normally stoic husbands face, "He saw Roman. In the woods. And then I did too."
Declan pulled his husband into his lap, "Logan? Are you ok?"
Logan sighed and rested his head on Declans shoulder, "if I found Roman. Do you think he would want to see me?"
Declan frowned, "of course he would, why do you ask?" He sighed as the answer came to him, "Remy?"
Logan nodded mutely.
Declan kissed his forehead, "Remy was warped by anger and frustration, surely you can understand."
Logan sighed, "I know, but... it's hard not to take it to heart."
Declan rocked back and forth, "I know. God, I know." He smiled down at his husband, who was half-asleep, "why dont you get some sleep, ok?"
"I dont-" Logan was interrupted by a huge yawn, "I dont need it."
Declan smirked, "uh-huh. Even though you were up all night?" Logan stuck his tounge out and Declan laughed, "you, sir, are a hypocrite."
Logan rolled his eyes affectionately, "alright, I'll take a nap. Wake me once Virgil wakes up?"
Declan kissed his forehead, "not a moment sooner or later."
Logan yawned, "ok, good. I love you Dee."
Declan smiled, "I love you too." He whispered to his already fast asleep husband.
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Virgil sat in his bed, thinking about Remys eyes. His kaleidoscopic eyes that reached into your soul and pulled out every emotion, ever thought youd ever had, and then laid them out for everyone to see.
He had felt so exposed.
Like... like Remy had laid him out on a table for everyone to see.
But he wondered what Remy saw.
So he ran.
He ran through town all the way to an old, dilapidated house with an overgrown yard and pounded on the door.
The door clicked open to reveal Emile, "Virgil? What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to Remy."
Emile nodded, "ok, come in."
-
Emile knocked on the doorway to the living room, where Remy was sitting, looking dully at the TV, "Remy dear? Someones here for you."
Remy looked up at Virgil, his jaw dropped and he ran to the teen, "Virgil! I'm sorry. I should have warned you."
Virgil looked up at his uncle, "why did you need to do that?"
Remy stepped back, "I... I just wanted to make sure. Make sure he wasnt lying."
Virgil frowned, "why would he do that?"
Remy sighed, "I dont know."
Virgil nodded, "what did you see?"
Remy frowned, "I saw... a crystal."
"But I never saw a crystal?"
Emile gasped, "crystal...?"
Virgil frowned, "what?"
Emile turned around, "I had a friend who moved here, well he didn't move here but he worked here for a period of time. Well, he died in the woods, but the day before he died, he was...off."
Virgils eyes narrowed and he tensed, "off how?"
Emile gestured around vaguely, "he kept... rambling... I couldnt make it out but I heard something about a crystal and traps and thorns."
Remy frowned, "I think... I think if we looked I could find it... yeah I could find it if we got close."
"Then what do we do?"
"Destroy it." Remy sighed, "I dont know why but... I get the feeling that's what we need to do."
Emile nodded, "so that's what we'll do. Tonight."
Virgil rubbed his arm, "I dunno... I think we should get Logan."
Remy shook his head, "I have been deprived of my best friend for ten years. I'm not waiting another second."
"Logan waited ten years for his brother! He should be here!"
"Logan is the one who got Roman into this mess in the first place!"
"How do you know that!? You never took the time to ask Logan what happened!"
Remy blinked, taken aback, "well, I-"
Virgil huffed, "we go with Logan." He glared at Remy, "I let you dissect my soul. The least you can do is let my dad on the quest to save his brother."
Remy snarled at Virgil, his eyes flashing behind his glasses, "Hes. Not. Coming."
Virgil stood his ground, "why not?"
Remy sighed, "because, smartass, only people who are part warlock can go without, yknow, dying."
"Then why are you letting me go?"
Remys eyes widened, "he didnt tell you..."
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Logan sat in the clearing. He had never seen it before. It was beautiful. A stream thread through the meadow, and the skys were clear, oh so clear. He could see every distant galaxy and star.
The faint sound of creaking wood filled the dream.
It came from every side, surrounding him. He looked for the source but saw trees. Only trees. For miles and miles nothing but trees trees trees!
His breathing quickened and he looked around, terrified.
His eyes stopped on a familiar figure.
Roman.
He tried to call out to his brother, but there was a burning in his throat. A petal flew out of his mouth, then a white chrysanthemum burst out of him. Flowers sprouting from every place they could. They writhed around his body, chained him to the earth. His hearing faded as flowers sprouted from them, his sight became clouded with white white white.
When his sight returned he sat in a clearing with a beautiful iridescent crystal in the center. He looked up and saw branches and vines in a writhing dome around the clearing.
Roman sat next to him and rested his hand on his. "Hello Logan."
Logans voice cracked as he whispered, "Roman."
Roman looked at the crystal serenely, "I understand if you're angry."
Logans eyes filled with tears. God. He was crying more in the past three days then he had in years. "I'm not. Just tell me what is happening!"
Roman sighed, "there are... hunters in the woods Lo. And they..." he started crying, "they got me Lo! And I'm so cold and tired and I just wanna go home!"
Logan tried to touch Roman, but his fingers went through, "tell me what to do..."
Roman gestured at the crystal, "send Remy and Declan into the forest, have them break this. Then me and Morality are free."
"Morality?"
Roman smiled, "my partner in death."
Logan nodded, "of course."
Roman looked to the side and frowned, "odd. Theres two warlocks here... Remy and another."
Logan frowned, "Declan?"
"No... " Roman's eyes widened and he clutched Logans hand, "Theres a child! Wake up!"
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Logan shot up in bed, panting.
Declan rose up halfway groggily, "Lo? What's going on?"
Logan grabbed his husband, "Declan. Go get your brother. I think hes done something stupid."
Declan frowned, "when has he not?"
Logan growled, "Declan! I think hes gone to the forest!" He looked down as he remembered Roman's words, "theres a child..." his eyes widened, "Virgil!"
Declans eyes widened, "oh my god." He jumped up and ran to the car, dialing Remy.
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"Didnt tell me what?" Virgil frowned at his uncle.
Remy sighed, "SO. Me and Declan are Warlocks. That's why my eyes are weird and why Deceit has scales."
Virgil frowns, "...no. he has a skin condition. Looks like he has scales but it's really weird ass skin."
Remy shook his head, "nope. They are most definitely scales."
Remy sighed, "oh my god. You're at least a little bit warlock."
Virgil smirked, "you remember I'm adopted right?"
Remy growled, "well, Declan sensed some warlock blood in you. So suck it up and follow us to the forest."
"I'm WHAT?"
"A warlock." Remy turned and kissed Emile, "love you sweetheart." He looked back at Virgil and walked out, "now come on! That crystal ain't gonna break itself."
Virgil followed him blankly, waving to Wnile, "uuuuh, bye uncle Emile..."
Emile giggled, "oh dear... bye Virge!"
-
Virgil and Remy arrived at the forest. "You ready kid?" Remy looked over to the shocked teen.
Virgil barely nodded.
He took a breath and sat up straighter, "yes." He looked over to Remy, "I'm ready."
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Taglist cause I guess I'm doing this now:
@burningpersonflapsuitcase @an-absolute-failure @lucifer-in-my-head @fury-of-rome @nonbinaryblossom
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Can I ask for makoto, shuichi, kaito, hajime, kibo, and gonta separately with a fem s/o. Where the boys are the blackened. Makoto not being saved by alter ego, hajime kills nagito instead of chiaki, shuichi is blamed instead of kaede, kibo having killed someone to make him a blackened but it was a accident. Kaito and gontas wouldnt change much but I want to see the interactions before they are executed. Please and ty ♡
Guys I think that If I get 1 more angst my heart will break… but I just love writting angst FUIOWBFOVFNAPSNCFjbdsvsdf
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Fem S/O reacting to Makoto Shuichi Kaito Hajime K1B0 and Gonta getting executed.
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Makoto Naegi
You were totally confused. Makoto? blacened? It was just a matter of time when he will die but you didnt let this sink into your mind.
But it was the truth you and Makoto had to say your goodbyes…
He was scared and you were scared too… becouse what whould you do without him!? You two were through so much together…
It now seems something that was super long ago…
Nothing could save him… There was no hope but Makoto didnt let you give up he wanted you allways to stand up no matter what fall you will experience
You decided to kiss him for the first and last time.
And so Makotos execution began… You stood there with waterfall comming out of your eyes.
Ramaining students decided not to bug you since they knew you need to take your time…
Shuichi Saihara
The death of Rantaro Amami… something that was supposed to reveal mastermind… 
All of this was very complicated but Shuichi suddenly got very active.
It caused your suspicion but you dont want to doubt Shuichi.
Of course nothing can be too colorful and Shuichi is indeed culprit…
You were freaking out but Shuichi tried to calm you down. You didnt want him to end like this you two promised each other to end this together…
His execution began after few minutes of his last moments yet this all seemed like seconds…
You were in pure shock as you just stood there frozen… He was struggling as his pain was visable. Why him!?
All you could do was yell… yell his name as everyone saw how deep despair you felt. Some felt bad for you and some thought of you as someone stupid- becouse you fell for someone in such short time.
You wanted to end all of this stupid game for his sake.
Kaito Momota
You were in the group that belived that Kaito was the one who died you knew Kaito was strong but he whould NEVER kill anyone.
Other than that its better for him to die by someones hand than Monokumas… everything but this shit.
You couldnt belive when you saw Kaito comming out of the exisal.
He was his opymistic and happy self untill the end. His illness was something you were mad about. You thought he trusted you its better for him to worry you than to lie to you saying everything was alright.
He embraced you before he coughed any blood but even when he did you couldnt let him go. 
When it all started you were scared. Kaito stayed strong untill the very end.
Kaito was the one who won with Monokuma and didnt die like this bed whould like him to. You felt proud of him and decided to live with memory of the luminary of the stars
Hajime Hinata
You couldn’t forgive you couldnt belive. Nagito did all this to get rid of the traitor or to let them die alone? So why is Hajime the culprit? 
The bottle that contained poison must have been Hajimes why you know? becouse he recalled one bottle a bit off yet there was not enough time to react.
All of this was just a joke right? Hajime wont die right? Who will lead you and your class if not Hajime he is your only hope and he was the one to save all of you in each trial.
He asked you to take his role while he was gone. You decided to be the one to fufill his wish.
And so you led your classmates to the end of this stupid game.
K1B0
You saw during the trial how nervous Keebo was last thing you expected was him being the culprit. 
He told many times it was an accident in fact he did it to save real culprit and you belived him. It was Keebo robot with a heart not a murrder who had no sense of empathy whatsoever.
He embraced you one last time as you didnt show any sign of anger. The only thing you were mad at was real culprit. Well Keebo was the one to deal the leathal damage… but he whouldnt do it if the culprit didnt start it.
He said his last words wich were “S/O please dont forget about me and help others escape… I love you and I belive in you” this made your heart rip in half.
His execution began and you couldnt stand this seight but he smiled at you one last time before going down…
Gonta Gokuhara
You and Kaito kept trying to deffend Gonta. Even when there was nothing to say you kept trying to improvise.
How could Gonta not remember? Its impossible. There must have been some random bug in system that killed Miu it couldnt be Gonta.
But there was no more room for you to argue. The way Gonta cried teared your heart apart. This made you hate Kokichi with all your heart. Not only he was the one who used Gonta but he killed Miu who is pretty useful here. 
Everything was over Gonta indeed was culprit... You couldnt let him die.
He asked you to forgive him and Kokichi. The first one was easy but the other one was almost impossible. You saw how Kokichi lied about liking Gonta. But you decided to do it for Gonta.
He embraced you one last time before he goes. You decided to smile at him and he treasured that smile of yours.
As it started you were crying but tried to stay strong for Gonta. this was all too much you couldnt stare at this.
Something made you watch it. There was something you had hope that he will escape.
When he died you stayed there looking at his corpse with tears in your eyes. Kaito tried to cheer you up but he knew now it wasnt the good time.
After what Kokichi said you started ignoring him. Whatever he did whatever he said he doesnt exist for you.
~Mod Chiaki
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gothic-chicanery · 5 years
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The Diary of Dr. Elena Rosewood
Horror one off story. I’m putting it under a cut
TW for blood, death, and disease
12/14/37
Sent to quarantine, and am currently kicking myself. I tested positive for the disease and the police didn’t listen to my explanations. Now I am without my lab and test instruments, and the data gathered will be strictly qualitative. Damnit.
Of course, this may be a blessing in disguise, as the effects of the vaccine will be able to be seen firsthand, and I’ll have to worry less about my own credibility. Though as a medical doctor who has spent years studying this disease, credibility was never too much of a worry.
I just hope someone takes care of my cats.
No symptoms so far, though that is expected. The incubation period is usually about a week, but this may be altered by the fact that this is a weaker strain that will be easy for my body to fight off. Maybe I will not have any symptoms at all. One can only hope I suppose.
12/16/37
A man leaned into me while I took my daily exercise yesterday, so close that his nose almost touched mine. Dark red sclera showed he was in the later stages of the disease. “We all have it in here,” he growled. “We are all infected.” His breath smelled awful, a mix of metallic and rot, as if someone had shot a deer in a penny factory.
“Yes,” I said slowly. “That is essentially the point of a quarantine.”
I’ve decided to keep mostly to myself from now on.
This story has very little to do with the scientific side of my work, but it is an anecdote that I think would provide quite the cinematic moment when there is a biopic made about me. I mean, the person who discovered a vaccine against the blood plague (though I always hated the sensational nature of that name) will surely get some sort of film recognition.
When I get out, of course, I’ll remove this section. But I believe it is best to be honest to yourself. The rest of the world can get the cool, collected scientist.
Asymptomatic probably still. I thought my sclera looked a little redder, but that may be more easily attributed to confirmation bias or the quality of the mirrors here. It’s a wonder I can see my reflection at all through the graffiti. Wishing I was home. Accurate testing equipment wherefore art thou? My ex, I’m sure, would correct me. Wherefore apparently means why even though it has a where in it. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why you never should date English majors. And they say scientists have sticks up their ass.
12/20/37
Definite redness now. I guess it was too much of a long shot that I wouldn’t end up with anything happening. I can’t decide which looks better, a miraculous recovery, or to never get sick at all. I think this. Looks like I’ve suffered more.
Though of course, this isn’t about me. It’s about all the people that I will be keeping safe from the disease.
12/25/37
Well. Merry Christmas to me. I’m Rudolph the Red-Eyed Fucking Reindeer. Disease taking hold. I think it’ll get worse before it gets better, damn it. It’ll definitely get better though. I’m confident in my own intelligence, if nothing else. I had hoped to be out of here before Christmas, but I guess that’s too much to ask for.
I’ve started tasting blood.  Every meal seems tainted metallic, though that might actually improve the shit they have us eating. It’s all frozen and half rotten, bottom of the barrel kind of stuff. I guess that makes sense, why waste the good food on those of us that are going to die anyway? I mean, I won’t. But for the rest of them, why bother. There is no cure for the blood plague. Even I’ve only managed to come up with a vaccine.
1/3/38
I lost my journal. No, more accurately, it was stolen by the motherfucker from before. More accurately, he stole it, bled on the pages, and then threw it outside the fence. I have no clue why. He’s bad, blood streaming from his eyes and lips. I could barely make out what he was trying to say, every time he tried to speak, blood dribbled out. Not that I cared what he had to say. I’d imagine he only had days left.
My own condition isn’t getting better, though it hasn’t gotten noticeably worse. Small amounts of blood in my mouth, my spit has been slightly tinged pink for the last few days. I calculated the turnaround though. It should be any day now. Any day…
I debated whether or not to write down how I’m writing this, as my journal is no longer here, and decided why not. It’s blood on my wall. I know what you’re thinking, that i’ve likely gone insane, that the blood plague is taking hold. It’s not, I can promise you that. When you look at it, it’s perfect logical.
My top priority is information. I have to record these events so that the process of my vaccine can be documented and studied. As a scientist, I know the most essential thing is data. I need to be able to provide that. I’ve just been forced to use alternative methods.
He would’ve died anyway. There is no cure for the blood plague, and he barely had days left. Something that saves lives is more important than the death of one man, I know it seems macabre but he would’ve died in days. Is it really even a murder when you’re both on death row?
He is.
Was.
I’m not. I’m going to live.
It wasn’t hard, really, to kill him. He wasn’t strong, and it was quite easy to split his head open. The blood just mingled with what was already on the floor and walls, have I mentioned this place has gotten disgusting with all the blood. Dragged him to my room, dipped my finger in, and began writing.
I don’t want this to sound horrific. It’s not. I distanced myself from things, made the matter merely academic. When dissecting something, you don’t contemplate the pathos, you just analyze. That is merely what I’m doing. He would’ve died soon anyway.
1/11/38
The body stinks to high heaven and I can barely get enough blood to write with without a few maggots or flies crawling over my fingers. I need to remain objective but they are truly disgusting.
Blessing in disguise, perhaps, my own eyes have begun dripping. My mouth too, though that’s diluted. I can keep writing. I will document this. I will wait for my body to fight off the vaccine, for immunity to kick in. I will be the one to figure it out I will be known I will be a savior
Just a little longer
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I love you brother. I am slow to getting to this properly now. I feel that I owed you our second page must sooner. I feel that in my prioritization i disrespected what you make. You make art. I owe your craft more than I am currently giving you. However that said, deal with it bubs. True art has to be a little cavalier eh? A little cowboyish. Gotta flick the paint at the canvas. Gotta feel the adrenaline in a brush stroke. You have to ride the vibe. Fuck I don't know man. Sometimes I talk out my ass. Back to the project at hand. A thousand words. A thousand free flowing thoughts of love and truth. A little honesty in this world. Summer sunsets. I love how glassy this water is. I can feel how cold the lake used to be as a kid. The wood of the dock under my feet. Calloused toes digging against the splinter ridden red wood. Launching myself into the infinite. That was the moment as a child. Frozen in that space and time. Where for just a second you hung forever. Your Skin instantly heating under the sun, like a comforter your mom would toss over you fresh from the dryer. Back in the womb. Basking in the sun. Then SPLASH. Back to reality, That water is cold my son. It's a cold that you just gotta get used to. Eventually it'll feel alright. I owe you another apology though man, I've had your gifts in the back of my car for like three months now. Pretty much the entire summer. I need to ship them out. When I get paid Tuesday I will do it. See, now that I have set a date and sent it to you. Ii am gonna feel so responsible that I might actually get off my ass and do something for once. It feels like pretty much a miracle whenever I can motivate myself to do something lately. It's been fucking rough dude. I do not know what is going on anymore. I am not depressed. I am not overly anxious. I am healthier than I have ever been. I am eating better I am genuinely happier with everything. I just cant ever seem to get out of what I am used to. its like I get in these patterns and I do not ever want to leave them, I really need to address this. And what's sad is. Going out and delivering a package is gonna be a first step. it should not be. I should not have gotten to this point. I need to be better about being uncomfortable for a moment. I need to get back to being okay with the jump. I need to accept that sometimes the water is cold. I need to remember this picture. Thats what I think this one might be about for me. Remembering why we jump. But that's only four hundred and ninety words. So that's gotta only be half the story. I feel like the sun is setting on summer. Like if I were running a camp company and needed a photo to post at the end of camp season and like thank everyone for a great summer and all that jazz. This is the photo that everyone would use every year. It would be like. The new fucking girl on white rope tree swing in front of like grassy meadow shot. You know what I mean. and if you do not. Then I recommend googling it. Im sure this photo has been done to death. But maybe not. Maybe I am full of shit. because I certainly have not googled it myself yet. Anyway, it's like the fucking Roll Credits moment. I think its great. It makes me think about how my summer is kind of over now. I got to see yosemite. Make new friends. Fuck I get engaged this summer. I actually managed to pass this accounting class over the summer with a B. But like that accounting class also took my entire summer. And the rest we just gave up to the airforce. You know it's funny. You get out. and they still find a way to fuck you. I shouldn't be bitching. I am proud that my partner continued her service through the guard. Sometimes I feel like a pussy because I didn't. Sometimes I feel like a fucking fraud. Like i'm not supposed to be this fucked up and not have done some shit. Who gets PTSD from a missile field? You might not get it. But i really know I am not alone in this. I feel like alot of my fellow vets are ashamed they didnt suffer enough for their country. And i uh think that its bullshit we feel this way. And i know its wrong and doesnt make sense, But hey i know i still feel it. None the less though. They still took my fiance and partner and buddy and best friend away from me for the next couple weeks. Being the military spouse is way less fun than the military member it turns out. It's alot of weird sacrifice you wouldnt think about. I dont really talk about this stuff with people. I feel weird writing about it to you. Because I dont expect you to understand. But thats not fair of me. I am being a bad friend by doubting your ability to empathisize. that's not what normal people should do. I apologize. that was a dickish thing to do. Sorry rick. Fuck am I over apologizing or being a man about my shit? I dont know. But I know it's not enough apologizing for tumblr anyway. Eh shit. We probably shouldnt shit on our mediums. I know this summer is setting. I know that I will feel that I squandered this summer away with just school. there will be another season, more jumps in the lake, there will be another page. -HMA
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batsintheshadows · 6 years
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Athera the Companion
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Inquisitor’s Name: Athera Lavellan Race / Class / Specialisation: Rogue Elf Assassin Gender Identity: Female
Varric’s Nickname for them: Antlers
Short bio: As a typical da’len hunter nearing the time she could recieve her vallaslin, Athera was taken by slavers while away from the camp with her younger brother. Her sacrifice allowed the clan to escape, but lead to a grueling ordeal before she escaped and found her way back home. Now she is a respected hunter and occasionally travels to visit the elves that live in human cities, so they may know more of their history should they be interested. She also assists with problems that the human guards tend to ignore.
What would their companion card look like? I actually commissioned one of these! it hasnt quite been finished yet tho.
Athera aiming her bow high above her head with a victorious smile as the sun rises, a halla head with three arrows in the horns formed from the clouds behind her and a green bird perched on her shoulder, coat billowing in the wind.
More under the cut, because theres gonna be a LOT here.
Recruitment mission: Athera approaches the Inquisition in Val Royeaux, quietly and from a side street. She wears a hood to hide her face and when asked about it she says that she may be making a poor choice, and if she is it would be better to have the option to hide. Athera tells the Inquisitor that she is visiting family in the city, and has discovered that elves have been vanishing. She says she wants to see what’s going on, but has a feeling that whatever is happening is too much for one person to handle. If pressed about her identity, Athera stays vague, saying that she could get in trouble for looking into this at all, and wouldn’t want that to affect anyone she cares about.
If the Inquisitor agrees to investigate she tells them to meet her at a certain location at midnight, and not to worry about her too much. She has enough martial training to help in any fights there might be.
When you meet up with her, Athera is nervous, checking her arrows and pulling her hood down further over her face. If you ask her about it she says she hasnt ever done “anything quite like this” before.
When you enter the building, you discover a slaver ring and some captured elves. Athera strikes first, no matter what you say, and in the ensuing fight her hood comes off, revealing her vallaslin. when everything is said and done Athera very pointedly ignores the party in favour of freeing the captured elves, who are very grateful for her arrival. She asks if they will be able to get back to the alienage safely and one of them says that they can get them there, leaving Athera free to look for letters and talk to the party.
She picks up some letters and folds her arms, and asks the Inquisitor if they are going to take any sort of action now that they know a Dalish elf is meddling in the city. There is an option to tell her that if she joins The Inquisition then the Inquisitor will stay quiet. Athera is silently furious, but says she would prefer this to end without bloodshed if possible. Athera Greatly Disapproves if you pick this option. You can also ask about her lying to the group. Athera claims she never lied and points out the ways that everything she said was technically true.
Otherwise you can attempt to turn her in, which causes her to flee and become unrecruitable. or you can say that you won’t alert the guards. In the latter case, she is grateful and asks to join The Inquisition. When asked why she says:
“I’m not stupid. A big hole in the sky? Demons around every corner? This could be the end of the world. My clan can’t outrun that. You’re the only ones I’ve seen even trying to make a difference. If theres any way out of this, its with the people that arent caught up in petty squabbles. So yes, I won’t like being away from my clan for so long, but I’ll like it even less if the world dies.”
She agrees to meet the Inquisitor back in Haven, and pulls her hood back up, heading off into the night.
Where they would be in Skyhold / Haven: In Skyhold she would probably hang around in the gardens, but move to somewhere around the stables if it was converted into a chantry garden. In Haven she would be on the docks by the frozen lake.
Personal quests: 
Quest 1: After arriving in Skyhold and gaining some approval, Athera will go over what she found in the slavers letters. She says that the slavers were reporting to a merchant called Vivicus, and that she suspects that theyre related to the Venatori. Athera has followed a trail that has ended in Redcliffe, and asks the Inquisitor to go with her as backup. If the Inquisitor tries to bring Dorian, the cutscene will not trigger and Athera will suggest trying again with “company better suited to the operation. Like people that never owned slaves maybe.” Once the cutscene triggers, Athera give you what she knows about the slaver. A small and pretty easy fight with demons ensues as you enter the building, and the party makes it up the stairs to a room with a man in fine clothes sitting on a chair facing away from the group. As the group approaches, the man falls sideways when touched, revealing he is very dead and has a note stapled to his chest that simply says “your move Inquisition -V”. Athera is upset by this, and tells the Inquisitor that they need to be sure the body gets proper death rites. Back at Skyhold Athera thanks the Inquisitor for their help and apologises for dragging them into her mess. She says that itll probably last a while as well, if this guys as much of an asshole as he seems to be.
Quest 2: Occurs after either The Fade or The Winter Palace. Athera is reading a letter, and claims that its information on Vivicus. If asked about where the letter came from, Athera says she’s been tracking weird courier orders and got lucky with this one. Athera says the letter reveals that Vivicus has somehow discovered her identity and is using it against her. She doubts her clan will be targeted, but asks permission to grant them safe passage through the surrounding lands and trading rights at Skyhold. She admits that in spite of what her clan could bring in, its really just a favour to her. If the Inquisitor agrees, you get the option to open a new area on the war table, but cannot select Dorian for the mission. When you arrive, you run into an ambush of slavers who seem to be expecting you. The fight is really difficult, but you only need to defeat half the slavers to trigger a rescue by Athera’s clan. As the last of the slavers fall, Athera gets the attention of one of the hunters and gives him a big hug, introducing him as her younger brother Elgadir. Elgadir is overjoyed to see his sister again and says the clan has been worried since she stopped writing. Athera replies she has been writing weekly and getting letters back as well. After a bit of confusion, they figure out something weird is going on, and tells the other hunters to check if any of the slavers are still alive. One is, and they get to them before the throat cutters do. Elgadir says that he doesnt much like the idea of bringing a slaver back to any of the clans camps, but if this problem is gonna get solved then they’ll probably have to. one of the other hunters goes ahead to warn the clan to prepare for a captive and some guests. Elgadir gives the Inquisition members a warning that if they do anything foolish, they will pay with their lives, but if they approach in good faith, then the clan will be happy to do business with them. The party is introduced to the clan and Athera goes off to talk with her brother and the Keeper, leaving the team free to explore. There are a few quests to help the clan or act like a dick, Athera gets approval or disapproval for them even though she isnt in the active party. To advance the quest, you enter the Keeper’s aravel. Athera sits with her brother hugging her, clearly distressed. The Keeper tells the Inquisitor that they have all come to a consensus that it would be a lot easier to deal with the situation with all the facts, and asks Athera if she would be willing to tell the story herself. Athera then tells the Inquisitor that she was taken from her clan by slavers around six years ago, and though she managed to fake her death and escape, Vivicus has discovered her identity and has been intercepting her letters for a while. The letter that sent her running back to her clan was to be sent to the person that owned her, and she intercepted a similar one at Skyhold intended to sow some discord. Athera says that its probably a game to Vivicus now, and that he will go to any lengths to win. She fears for her clan, as she fears for those she has become close with outside of it. At the prompting of the other two elves, Athera also admits to being very stressed out, since the Inquisitor unknowingly hired someone from the family that used to own her. “Theres a reason I don’t get along with Dorian, I’m scared to death of him.” The Inquisitor can tell Athera to stay with her clan for safety, offer to expel Dorian from the Inquisition (Athera will reject this idea because she knows the Inquisitor wouldnt have let Dorian stay if they didnt like him or need his help.), or keep to the plan of allowing the clan safety in the lands around Skyhold. Back at Skyhold, Athera thanks the Inquisitor for listening to her, saying she feels far more at ease now that someone knows, but begs the Inquisitor not to tell anyone her secret and to make tracking down Vivicus as much of a priority as possible, otherwise she doesnt know what could happen to her.
Quest 3: Takes place after the second main quest you complete after unlocking Skyhold. Athera and Dorian are arguing as the Inquisitor approaches them, though most of the shouting seems to be coming from Athera’s side with a lot of what is obviously swearing in elvish. When pressed, Athera accuses Dorian of going through her letters, and Dorian denies the accusation. “If you would listen before you started screaming at me, you would know that this is my letter. That I was trying to give to you quietly. But if you insist on discussing this in the courtyard...” Athera snatches the letter and runs away, leaving Dorian to ask the Inquisitor to go after her, saying that Athera probably wouldn’t want to see him right around now. When the Inquisitor finds Athera she is incredibly upset, and lets them know that this letter has been opened and Dorian knows who she is now. The Inquisitor can comfort her or be awful, and after theyre done talking Dorian knocks on the door, asking to come in. Athera tells him to keep his distance, and he agrees. Trying to lighten the tension, Dorian makes a joke about how Vivicus is really an idiot if he thinks sending Dorian a letter is going to do anything, what with the whole pariah thing. No one laughs. Athera asks Dorian what he’s going to do, and Dorian suggests using the note to lure Vivicus out. “We’ve been playing cat and mouse for months. I’ll be glad to see it end.” Athera tells Dorian that she doesn’t trust him, and will only go if the Inquisitor comes too. Dorian agrees, and they begin to make a plan, through the door because Athera can’t face him yet. After this, a war table mission to smuggle a letter to Vivicus opens up, and once it is completed a mission on the storm coast opens up called “Trigger Venatori Trap”. Once there the party fights off some Venatori, and Athera slowly breaks ranks with the group, making herself an easier target and leading to Vivicus showing himself at last. The rest of the party sets up a good flanking position and a boss battle against Vivicus, who is a blood mage and ACTUALLY DOES BLOOD MAGE STUFF WHY DID THEY LEAVE THIS OUT OF DAI???, begins as Dorian makes a snappy “oh what an idiot” type remark at Vivicus. The party are victorious, and they return to Skyhold where Athera tells the Inquisitor that she has no idea what to do now, since she has no way of knowing who Vivicus sent letters to. If you did a war table mission to stop the letters, you are able to reassure her that the Inquisition has the situation under control. Athera says that she likes the Inquisition, and whatever comes she would like to stay until the end as long as her and Dorian are kept separate. Preferably on opposite sides of the castle. At this point Dorian wanders past because a little light humour won’t kill anyone and begins yammering on about their victory a little too nervously. He admits that he’s been feeling a bit nervous since finding out about Athera’s past, but has done some deep soul searching and wants to apologise for how the relationship between the two of them has been. He promises to try and do better in the future, to which Athera replies “You’d better! Your family put me through hell! The least you can do is try and make it better.” Dorian doesnt make eye contact, and promises to keep her words in mind. He also says that they don’t need to speak again if Athera needs space. Athera says that would be for the best, but she won’t complain if they end up working together since stopping the end of the world is more important than the hurt one person carries. As Dorian turns to leave, she lets him know that once corypheus is dead all bets are off, and that she’ll probably throw him out the window, but the comment doesnt have much bite to it.
How to get their approval: helping elves and mages, respecting artifacts, killing venatori, freeing slaves, and generally not being an ass.
How to get their disapproval: Cruelty to elves and elven relics, slavery in any form, chantry and templar supporting, being an ass to mages, and victim blaming anyone.
Are they romanceable? Y/N Can you have sex with them? Y/N Are they open to polyamoury? Y/N If they can be romanced and are not, will they begin a relationship / relationships with other character(s)? If so, who? Sera already gets with Dagna, so odds are Athera wouldn’t get with anyone if unromanced.
Who are they friendly with? Vivienne and Sera (after a while).
Who do they dislike? Cassandra, Dorian, and Solas.
Companion card changes: (use a text descrip. if you have no images)
Loyalty:  Athera stands in the middle of a dark forest, her bow ready to draw and a smile on her face as she moves. the trees are gnarled and twisted, something could be hiding in them. but she is armed, and the forest is her home.
Romance: (if any) The bow and arrows have been put aside, and Athera sits cross legged by a campfire. there are trees all around and Athera has a serene smile on her lips and a look of total peace in her eyes.
Side Missions: (eg: fetch / gather / kill quests) None because fuck those. Ok maybe destroying monuments to the Exalted March on the Dales. Thatd be pretty satisfying. Also a war table mission to ensure that no letters get to the Pavus family that unlocks a dialogue option at the end of Athera’s last quest.
Opinions on mages / templars / how the world is going to shit? Templars fuck shit up, mages have been friends and guides to the clan and the Templars always try to take them away and people get hurt. She would rather just leave the Templars alone entirely. And of course mages can be trusted with their own lives! Everyone else does it what makes them so bloody different?
She has more nuanced opinions on the Chantry and how it relates to the oppression of mages and elves, and how its all a bid for power, but she’ll only talk abt it with an Inquisitor she likes.
Something guaranteed to make them leave the party: defiling the graves at the elven burial site in the exalted plains, killing the golden halla, or straight up betraying her.
Special Events:
Imprisoned at Redcliffe: How is your Inquisitor holding up in Redcliffe, being slowly infected with red lyrium over the course of a year?
Athera is almost unable to speak at all after a year in Redcliffe. She talks in fragments, and when she first sees the Inquisitor she just stares at them for a long time with a blank look on her face, waiting for them to either do something or vanish. Whenever Dorian speaks she glares at him. After all, this guy from Tevinter shows up and then everything fails and the world dies? She’s been blaming him. The Inquisitor has to talk her down.
She puts all her remaining energy into the fight ahead, wordless, expressionless, and merciless. When it comes time to hold off the horde she says in the flattest voice possible “Going out. Hold them off. Do not fail. Dareth Shiral.”
At the Winter Palace: Does your Inquisitor enjoy the party, any special events with them at the Palace?
Athera spends most of the party doing things to mildly offend the Orlesian elite, talking with the elves, and quietly smashing expensive vases when no ones looking. She likes being in Halamshiral, hates what it is now, and corners more than a few nobles and gives them a “history lesson.” She will do the same to the Inquisitor if they ask, but will be less passive aggressive about it. She also complains about the outfits, saying she hates red but Josephine wanted everyone to “present a unified front” and she couldnt wriggle out of it.
She also takes joy in being announced as “Athera Lavellan, Hunter of Clan Lavellan and Emissary to the Cities.” since she’s betting he’s never had to introduce an elf before, let alone introduce one with a few titles.
When asked about it later, Athera says the only good thing at Halamshiral was Briala, with various comments depending on what happened.
In the Fade: Your Inquisitor’s reaction upon entering the Fade? Archdemon’s taunt, and Inquisitor’s response? Epitaph on their grave?
Athera does not understand any of this. She shoots arrows, mainly at wolves and terrible people. now there are demons here because its their home that theyre the ones invading and what with recent events theres pretty strong evidence that this sort of thing doesnt end well. Athera isnt mindlessly terrified, but she. wants. OUT.
Nightmare: “What’s this now? Valeria, pretending to be a wild elf? You looked much better in red.”
Athera: “Say that name one more time and I’ll rip you in half.”
OR
Nightmare: “Dont worry about Marcus hating you for leaving him. He died a month later, his thieving ways finally discovered and punished.”
Athera: “You-you’re lying! Theres no possible way for you to know that!”
Nightmare: “That you know of.”
Athera’s grave says “Losing Herself” 
Trespasser: What is your Inquisitor up to two years after Corypheus’ defeat? Any special events with them over the events of Trespasser?
Athera spent the past two years using the influence gained during her time in the Inquisition to help elves in both the cities and the wilds. she has busted up a few more slaver rings and is one of sera’s contacts. she has traded information with the Inquisition out of respect for her place in it and so leliana can send her some useful stuff back. she’s been using her clan as a safe place, and looks forward to returning every second she is away.
Other Major Events: Any other major events that happen with them over the course of the main game?
She becomes friends with Sera, who she likes for not taking things too seriously when everyone else is so grim.
She also has a Talk with a human Inquisitor romancing Sera that more or less amounts to “I know ur cool so this whole thing is probably legit, but if u ever hurt sera i’ll cut off your arm and hit u with it ok good talk kiddo love u bye!”
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu this took a long time and a lot of thought, but i had LOADS of fun doing it! I always like working on Athera’s backstory, though nothing is quite 100% set in stone yet sooooo... dont quote me on any of this.
I was tagged by @heyscience and i am throwing this tag right back at you! Do it!
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Wouldnt it be a dream, a large one. Never ending possibilities of the world. For Calliope Snicket-Caliban the world seemed to be so bad yet so good to her. She always wanted to travel but wasn't that for what make-believe was all about? Sure, in her home she could be as carefree and young as she wanted to be.
but at vfd headquarters?
They teach you at a young age the good from the bad, that is if you are recruited in the middle of the night with or without your parent's permission. Then there is the whole .. if your parents are already in vfd you really have no choice. Calliope was no match for any of the vfd kids because she wasn't trained for the sort of stuff. She couldn't do much, except whine about half of it was useless and what was the point? Oh, the young Snicket-Caliban was about to realize her parents were apart of something much more bigger.
Like both parents almost died at the hands of Count Olaf and Esme Squalor, her Aunt Kit delivered a box of poisoned darts to the Baudelaire parents, her Uncle Larry almost was frozen to death at Prufrock Prep, there were fires and death and noble people fighting for everyone but also their lives. But that's what volunteers do. Calliope stared at the screen as she waved her hand wanting them to turn it off. Her breathing got soft as she shook her head, fear coursing through her body. Did the Baudelaire and Quagmires know all this? Her friends who were down the hall in some vigorous training probably. Learning that in VFD there was no room for her play pretend and wide imagination. Creativity yes, but imagination not so much. Sucking on her bottom lip she stares at the spyglass in front of her. Such a small object, that could be used for both sides of VFD this she knew to be true. “It breaks codes, it gives light, it starts fires. I have seen it be used for all three and I do not agree with the choices at hand.” she murmurs, yet it is loud enough. Shutting her eyes as she hears the arguing in the room, it triggers her slightly but nothing she cannot handle. “I do not do schemes, I am just a CHILD. A child of two very well known members, you do NOT test me.”  The fear in Calliopes voice made her shake as she climbed off the chair and picked the spyglass up. Making her way to the door, her fingers slide against it, breathing lowly. “I want my parents to come get me now, I am not ready for this.”
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