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cynthinesia · 10 months

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You Are Mine!

When they see someone flirting with you~

POV: Your writer’s block is cured after making the third part of your MC’s story. 🤭

The legend (/nm) is back babyyyyy~!

♥️ Ace Trappola ♥️

He gets whinier, if I may say so myself...

When you come back to him, he has an angry scowl on his face.

When you ask him what’s wrong, he will just say “Nothing.”

“Ace, you sure it’s nothing?” “Yes. 😠”

He will do his best to impress you with anything he can, using his one (1) braincell in the process. 😔

R.I.P Ace’s poor braincell, you will be missed. 🫡

At the basketball court, you approach him while he is sitting at the sides. You hug him from behind which he lets out a yelp but then visibly relaxes once he sees it’s you, but his pout returns.

Sighing, you caress his cheek.

“Ace, are you sure you’re okay..? Look, you’ve been acting so mad at me for no reason for the past week and I... I wanted to know what made you so angry.”

He, for once, doesn’t pull away from you or try to impress you.

“That person that acted so close to you back then... Who does he think he is?! I’m your boyfriend, not him!”

Wide eyed, you look at him as you are absolutely speechless.

“Oi, answer me (Y/N)!” He yells.

You squish his cheeks with a scowl.

“Ace...”

“What?!” He rolls his eyes at you.

“He was an exchange student that I was tasked to give a tour... He was flirty, yes, but I did tell him that I had a handsome boyfriend...”

“...Eh?”

You smirk.

“And yes, I did tell him about how handsome you were~”

His cheeks turn bring red in retaliation. You hug him close to you.

“Geez... Why would you even think that I would choose another guy over you?! He may be affectionate with me, but you are the one I love...”

You kiss his head.

“You dummy.”

You feel his arms wrapping around you. He closes his eyes as he stays still before opening his eyes again. You look at him and slowly let him go. And as soon as you do that, he immediately runs forward, grabs the ball and looks back at you with a smile.

“Oi, dummy! This one’s for you!”

And he throws the ball in the hoop.

...and it completely misses it.

and it hits his head...

“Ack!.. Well, frick... It didn’t go in...” He sulks.

But it gets a good laugh out of you.

“Oi oi, stop laughing! It’s not funny!” He retorts, looking away in embarrassment.

Yes, you love that dumbass.

No, he won’t change.

🦈 Floyd Leech 🦈

The moment he sees you with another boy, that person is done for.

He immediately grabs you by the arm and drags you along with him.

The next thing you know is... Well, that person is getting squeezed like a lemon... 💀

He was already so clingy to you. But after this? He gets clingier.

“[Nickname], lemme hold your hand? 😇” “FLOYD FOR THE SAKE OF HEAVENS IT’S BEEN AN HOUR! I HAVE TO USE THE RESTROOM!”

Jamil and Ace are wondering why he is hardly ever coming nowadays. The reason? He is spending time with you, so he is veeeeeery busy!

You pet his hair as his head is on your lap. You sigh as you hear the bell ringing, to signal that the class is about to start. Moreover, your class now is alchemy which means this is Professor Crewel’s class... But because of Floyd, you are about to be late.

“Floyd, I have to go..!” You anxiously say as you try to push his head. Unfortunately, he grabs your thigh and lays his head again.

“But I wanna spend some more time with you, (N/N)! Can’t leave you alone, or else other fish will getcha!” He childishly pouts and looks at you, “I don’t wanna let it happen. Not again.”

“Other fish?!” You look at him, but then you remember the flirty student.

You bonk him in the head.

“Ow! Hey, what was that for?!” He says.

“Those ‘other fish’ won’t get me again, Floyd!” You angrily glare at him, “You already gave him a lesson, you know?!”

He sits up in excitement.

“Really?!” He asks you, eyes beaming with joy.

You sigh.

“Yep, no one’s going to bother me like this when they know I’m dating with you~”

He immediately grabs you, sits up and spins with you in his arms.

...But you are so damn sure that Crewel is going to chew you two out if he ever finds you...

🐍 Jamil Viper 🐍

He was coming to visit you after taking a shower.

When he sees this occur, he just watches you from far. Then he waits for the person to leave.

Out of three, he seems to be the most normal to react so far.

He asks you who was that guy that was a little too close to you. Like hugging you and kissing the back of your hand, like how he is supposed to do--

You tell him that you told the guy that you are taken by the most handsome guy you’ve ever seen. 😉

He blushes.

His cheeks flush.

Then sighs deeply and apologizes for feeling jealous.

That guy? He’ll get a warning from him.

After that flirty guy leaves with a frown as you told him off, he walks to you.

“Rohi*, who was that?” He asks while hugging you from behind, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“No one, dear... Just a flirty guy. Don’t you worry though, I told him that I already have a wonderful boyfriend.” You smile.

“Hmm...” He hums for a moment, and because he was out of sight, watching you, he’d seen how you reacted to the guy going as far as asking you to be his lover.

“Don’t you believe me, Jamil?” You frown at him while crossing your arms.

“O-of course I do! It’s just that I...” He trails off for a second only to turn you around and hug you. “...I was just thinking if I should give that guy a verbal warning. He seems to have some guts trying to ask out someone that already has a lover.”

(There wasn’t anyone in the place you two were in, so that was why he was able to give you affection this comfortably.)

“No need for that. I already warned him, you know? I just hope he won’t bother me again.” You smile while caressing his cheek.

“You may have warned him, but no one can know what he will do next.” He replies as he rests his head on you.

“Then I’ll have to either warn him again, or just punch him in the face next time~” You flex your arm and you grin, “I let him get away because I’m soooo kind~”

He softly laughs at your impression of the Headmaster. But then he clears his throat and sighs.

“Well, I have to go to practice... Will I be able to see you soon, I wonder?” He says before kissing you on the cheek and letting you go.

“If you don’t get free time like this, I’ll come to you.” You reply.

“...It would be great, (Y/N).” He laughs.

He walks away from you, but then he looks back.

“See you soon.”

“See you Jamil~!” 😊

*Rohi is a term of endearment in Arabic, and it means “my soulmate”! :3

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 7 months

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I made it better

I'm assuming this is because of me getting annoyed at Azutara shippers in my other blog and calling them and Tyzula fans the "Azula fandom's equivalent of Zutara and Zukka" XD

Anyways *grabs a megaphone and gets on a soap-box*

As a bisexual woman that would go crazy with joy if Azula was gay/bi, and that ships her with Ty Lee and Mai, and even Toph and Suki every now and then, let me make one thing very clear here: Azula DOES have a confirmed canon sexuality, and it's straight. Heterosexual. Likes guys and only guys. The idea that ANY gay ship was CANON in ATLA, a show made in 2005 by a kid's Network, is ridiculous.

Azula explicitly stated that she has tried to flirt with boys before and it never worked out because they are scared of her. She was jealous that boys were paying attention to Ty Lee - and while fanfic writers, and even I, like to say stuff like "Oh, you don't like them getting too close to your gilfriend, Azula?" it's VERY CLEAR that the show was going for the classic "Why do they like her and not ME?" aka she wanted attention from GUYS. She wanted to hook up with Chan, and immediately went for "Let's conquer the world together!" after one kiss. Even the up-coming Azula comic has her dreaming of a guy trying to flirt with her and calling her pretty.

For fuck's sake, Grey Delisle already admiting to voicing the scene between Azula and Zuko as if Azula was trying to seduce her own brother. Meanwhile, even though she likes Tyzula now, when asked about the ship her first reaction was the same as the one every actor, writer and/or showrunner had to hearing about popular gay ships: "I did not see that coming."

It might seem surreal nowadays that the Network let the show get away with incest bait but gay characters were out of question, but that's what happened because, surprise surprise, homophobia was still going strong. Hell, it's still going strong TODAY.

Lots of Nickelodeon shows from the 90's and early/mid 2000's tried to get away with implying or flat out saying "This character is gay" and it ALWAYS resulted in banned episodes, some of which became lost media because the Network was just that desperate to bury any evidence of it to avoid controversy. Even characters that never had any love interests ever were assumed to be straight - not as in "treat them as being straight unless we say otherwise" but in "They are straight because that's the only thing allowed to exist in kid's media." There was no "otherwise" to be heard of. Fitting for years that followed the policy literally called "DON'T ASK, DON'T TELL."

THAT was the general sentiment around homosexuality at the time, especially on TV (KIDS TV, I remind you): pretend you don't know that's a thing.

Even The Legend Of Korra, that parts of the fandom still pretends did anything for gay representation, had the creators (the same who made ATLA) that they never even bothered to ask Nickelodeon if they could Korrasami happen, and thus kept the whole love triangle, with the girls fighting over a GUY, going. It wasn't until the very end that they had the guts to ask "Can we make them hold hands in the finale?" and Nick said "Sure, the final season will basically not be aired on TV anyways." Bryke even had to state ONLINE that "Yes, they are a couple." Only THEN, with the positive response from audiences, that neither the writers nor the Network had thought could ever gain any sympathy for the show, did they make Korra and Assami have an actual relationship in the Korra comics.

Do these guys sound like the type that would leave a character's sexuality up for debate or even try to write a gay couple into the show IN 2005, years before Korra was allowed to get away with a slight hint of gayness that to be explained on Twitter?

They didn't make Azula's attempts to win guys over fail to show she was a gay teen trying too hard to be something she was not, her envy that Ty Lee was getting a ton of attention from boys while she wasn't was meant to be taken as EXACTLY that, and no cutesy moment between her and her friends was meant to be taken as anything other just gals being pals.

We can, and should, point out that it is unfair that gay relationships were treated as "too adult" while straight romances weren't. We can change any character's sexuality in fanfics. We can ship whatever the hell we like. But claiming Azula was EVER meant to be seen as anything other than a 100% straight girl that just sucked at flirting and thus was struggling to get a boyfriend is just a flat out lie.

She's not bisexual. She's not a lesbian. Her sexuality was not "left up to debate" because THERE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE A DEBATE!

Again, I would love a bisexual Azula (provided that wasn't handled by people like Yang and Bryke, who see her as nothing more than an ableist stereotype), but let's not kid ourselves here.

Nickelodeon is not our "ally", they're a company that wants your money. Bryke, by their own admission, were not revolutionaries who pushed for gay representation and were ready to give up on the idea of same-sex relationship with no resistence if the Network told them "no, only straight romances allowed". Korra was no Steven Universe or even Adventure Time, it was basically Disney with it's 50th "first" gay character that gets five seconds of screentime. Azula's sexuality absolutely WAS confirmed and it is (sadly for me) heterosexual.

And to the people that claim to love headcanons for bisexual Azula, but still insist I should only ship her with women, or make her strongly prefer women, or only have had bad experiences with men and positive ones with women, otherwise she'll be "basically straight": your biphobia is showing, stop hating on bi women everytime they shatter your ilusion that we're just confused/in denial and will eventually realize we're actually lesbians.

#azula #azula is straight #*cries in bisexual annoyance*/frustration #homophobia #biphobia

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cariantha · 11 months

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Doppelganger

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: Teen Warning: None Category: Fluff Word count: 1K Summary: Sawyer meets her doppelganger.

A/N1: This fic was inspired by an ask from @jerzwriter. Ethan and Sawyer are on a much-needed vacation at a posh resort. Sawyer says she forgot something in the room and she'll be right back. Ethan heads to the buffet, the bar… someplace… and he sees "Sawyer." He swears she was wearing something different 5 min before, but then again, he may have had one too many mimosas. He walks up and puts his hand on her hip, and whispers something racy in her ear, and "she" turns around and all but smacks him. Now he realizes it's not her… but it's her… she says, "I don't know who Sawyer is, but my name is Hannah!" That's when Sawyer enters the room and meets her doppelganger.

A/N2: For background, Sawyer’s face claim is Hannah Jeter, wife of baseball legend Derek Jeter. The couple just welcomed their fourth child a couple weeks ago.

Walking arm in arm toward the hotel's coffee shop, Sawyer suddenly stopped.

"Ethan, we forgot to leave a tip for housekeeping."

He quickly replayed their morning activities in his head then leaned down to kiss her forehead. "I'll go take care of it. We left quite a mess behind with our version of breakfast in bed, didn't we?" he winked.

"We're definitely going to need clean sheets. We got chocolate and strawberry juice everywhere," she giggled. "But I'll go. I want to grab a hair tie while I'm up there. You go order our coffee."

"Okay... here," he handed her the room key and some cash from his wallet.

"I'll be right back, babe."

After waiting several minutes in line, Ethan placed his order with the barista. He scanned the café for a place to sit and found Sawyer already sitting at a bar that took advantage of the tropical view. She had put her hair up in a ponytail and had definitely changed her outfit. He'd recognize that dress anywhere. The country club/cult dress.

She was completely preoccupied with her phone when he approached. Coming up behind, he whispered close to her ear. "Tease. This dress and a big window with a view..." pushing his hips against her backside, "....if you wanted to get a rise out of me, Sawyer, it's definitely working."

"Whoa there!" she spun around and pushed him back.

Before she said anything more, Ethan's mouth fell open as he realized his mistake.

"I don't know who Sawyer is, but my name is Hannah. And I think you’ve saddled up next to the wrong woman.”

Ethan immediately took a couple steps back. His cheeks turned a bright shade of red as he tried to offer an apology. "I…I'm so sorry! You…you, uh, you look so much like my girlfriend. She even has a similar dress."

"Yeah, I picked up on that," Hannah said, looking him up and down.

"My behavior just now was so inappropriate. I hope you can accept my sincerest apology,” Ethan begged as he ran his hand nervously through his hair.

Hannah could see he was genuinely embarrassed. "Of course…but only if I get to meet your Sawyer. I have to see this resemblance for myself now."

"It's uncanny," shaking his head, still in disbelief.

Meanwhile on the other side of the room…

Sawyer entered the cafe and looked around for Ethan. When she finally spotted him, her heart sank into her stomach. She couldn’t believe the sight before her. Her boyfriend, who she just made love to no more than an hour ago, appeared to be making moves on another woman.

Caught up in the scene before her, Sawyer didn’t hear the voice approaching from behind.

“There you are. I’m done with the golf tournament. What do you say we head back up to the room and try for number five?” he suggested, inconspicuously grabbing her ass.

“HEY!” Sawyer swatted his hand away, shocked out of her stupor.

“Sweetheart, what’s wro–” he stopped short, realizing the furious woman now facing him was not his wife. “Ma'am, I’m so sorry. I thought you were my wife, Hannah.”

The man looked familiar to Sawyer, but she couldn’t place him. Not until she heard the clicking of a camera and saw flashes of light.

“Derek! Over here! Are you and Mrs. Jeter on the outs?” the paparazzo yelled as the concierge tried to shoo him away.

“Derek Jeter?” she asked. “The baseball guy?”

The commotion caught the attention of Ethan and Hannah, who both made their way over.

“Yes, and I’m sorry again for the confusion,” he said as Hannah came to his side. “This is my wife, Hannah.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sawyer,” Hannah offered her hand.

“I’m confused. How do you know my name?”

“Well, it appears your boyfriend was just as confused as Derek,” she smiled, watching Ethan take Sawyer’s hand in his.

“I’m guessing the guy with the camera was too. It makes a lot more sense now why he was following me around and asking why I wasn’t wearing my wedding ring,” Sawyer shared.

“Ethan Ramsey,” Ethan interjected, offering a hand to Derek. “It’s nice to meet you. Although, I wish it were under less embarrassing circumstances. I’m very sorry to both you and your wife. I wasn’t very gentleman-like when I approached her.”

Shaking his hand, “No worries, man. Apology accepted. And please accept mine in return. I tried to make it to second base with your girlfriend,” he chuckled. Derek looked between his wife and Sawyer. “It’s crazy how much you two look alike. You're each other’s…what’s the word?”

“Doppelganger,” Ethan answered.

“Yeah. Look, Sawyer, there’s a pretty good chance that a picture of my hand on your backside will be on TMZ tomorrow,” Derek said regretfully. “If there’s anything I can ever do to make it up to you, here’s my card.”

“We could use a ringer for our annual softball game,” she grinned, playfully jabbing Ethan in the side.

“She’s joking,” Ethan insisted. “We should let you both get on with your day.”

"Do you mind if we take a group selfie real quick?" Sawyer asked.

"Of course not." Derek held his hand out for her phone. As they squeezed together, he instructed, "Everyone smile and say 'Doppelganger!'"

“Enjoy the rest of your vacation,” Hannah offered politely as Derek handed the phone back. “Maybe we’ll see you around later.”

“Thanks, you too,” Sawyer waved goodbye.

Ethan put a hand on Sawyer’s shoulder and turned her to face him. “I’m sorry, Soe. I honestly thought it was you. I meant no disrespect.”

“It’s okay, babe,” wrapping her arms around his waist. “I mean, I did have the scare of a lifetime when I walked in and saw you leaning over another woman, but it was an honest mistake. I forgive you.” She stood on her toes and gave him a chaste kiss.

“Excuse me, sir?” the barista interrupted, “I believe these were yours?”

“Yes. Sorry about that, thank you,” Ethan took the drinks, handing one to Sawyer. “Do you want to sit outside?”

Sawyer nodded and followed him out to the patio. “Hey, did you notice the tennis dress she was wearing? Did it remind you of anything?” she sang, suggestively raising her eyebrows a couple times.

“Yes. It’s what got me into trouble in the first place.”

As they took their seats, “Now this I have to hear…”

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anchanted-one · 1 year

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Legend of Lightning 55. Hero of Tython

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43208574/chapters/113090383

Tython, hours before

Grand Master Satele Shan had been idly practicing her calligraphy, a skill she had learned from Gesselle, when the Force had sent a sharp retort through her consciousness.

She felt death on a large scale from a distance, a sound of a million screams carried from parsecs away. Her stylus dropped from her nerveless fingers, and her jaw dropped.

“What is this…? What happened?”

She immediately bolted out of her room, running first to Jasme’s on instinct.

“Mo—Master Satele?” Jasme asked, looking startled.

“May I come in? It’s urgent.”

“Oh, oka—wurgh!”

Satele gave Jasme a bone-crushing hug. “Something terrible has just happened,” she whispered. “I Sensed millions of people cry out in terror and disappear.”

“Huh?”

Satele kissed her cheek a few times, needing to stand on tiptoes to do so, before saying “I felt the need to see you first. I… I’ve never felt so many people die all at once before, and it has me… so scared. More than I’ve been in years. And for some reason… I felt so scared for you!”

Jasme finally managed to return her mother’s hug. “It’s okay, Mom. I’m right here. I’m still here. Want me to come to the Council with you?”

“Yes, yes,” Satele agreed at once. “Please. I need you to be close right now.”

Jasme’s smile warmed her heart. “Then I’ll stay. As long as you need me to.”

As the two women made their way to the Council, Satele had to stop herself from taking Jasme’s hand. She entered to find that Jaric and Gnost were already here. Bela was brought in several minutes later on a hoverchair, which was pushed by Bengel Morr, who bowed and left at once. Tol Braga followed a few moments later. Others entered too, until all the seats were filled. Today was a rare day when the entire Council was present on Tython. They had gathered to ponder the Empire’s next move since losing Alderaan. It was their first decisive loss in this Cold War; there was no doubt that they would attempt to save face. Perhaps they had already made their move.

“What happened?” Jaric asked.

“We just received a Priority X message from the Garuda,” Gnost replied. “He took Kira to Uphrades for their leave, arriving just in time to see the world burn. Literally. The atmosphere was set ablaze. Sensors show that all life on the surface was wiped out in one fell swoop. Vajra was knocked unconscious by the sensation. It was his Astromech that sent us this message.”

“My god,” Satele whispered. “It’s really happened then! The Desolator weapon is fully functional! Angral has claimed his first victory!”

“Uphrades?” Jasme asked. “Uphrades? Of all the—why did he choose Uphrades?”

“Is something wrong, Archivist?” Master Braga asked.

“That was where Vajra grew up,” Master Satele explained. “It was his second home. But that information wasn’t public knowledge. If Angral was able to find that out…”

“It’s possible he wasn’t,” Gnost said slowly. “Uphrades is an important agricultural world—perhaps the most important one, considering it provided 12% of Coruscant’s food—but few ships go there unless it’s harvest season. It’s the perfect target for a test, in the mind of someone like Angral.”

“Yes… yes, of course.”

“It’s in poor taste for you to worry about your friend’s feelings first,” Jaric reprimanded. Satele hadn’t felt this strong an urge to slap someone in a while.

Jasme’s expression turned dangerous. “I will not take lectures on taste from the Master whose commitment to the Jedi way only shows itself when convenient. It’s a wonder that someone so easily led around by his anger is still on this Council.”

Jaric could only glower in mute outrage.

Satele did not give him a chance to retort. “Have we received anything from High Command?”

“Yes,” Oteg replied. “They are holding an emergency meeting shortly. Two minutes until it starts. I think we can join in now.”

“What are we waiting for, then?” Tol asked. “A vote? Join the meeting immediately!”

Syo attempted to comply, but failed. He turned to Satele with his eyebrows raised. “I… I can’t believe it. We’re being jammed.”

A Jedi named Weller burst into the Chamber. The area outside was filled with panicked shouts and screams. “MASTERS! IMPERIAL SHIPS SPOTTED IN ORBIT! PLANETARY DEFENSE SHIELD HAS BEEN RAISED!”

Satele felt the cold blanket of disbelief closing around her heart. Covering her mouth, she turned to look around at her colleagues. All she saw was her own incredulous fear reflected in their eyes.

No way!

“Thank you, Knight Weller,” Syo was the first to recover. “You may leave. We will begin planning our next step—”

“That’s not all,” Devel entered the room. “If I could feel it, you definitely did too. The sensation of millions dying at once—”

“Thank you, Master Devel,” Satele tried to cut him off, but the damage was done. Knight Weller had heard, and so had the small crowd outside. “Please leave us to plan our next move. And do not spread any unfounded rumours. Please. This is a time to keep our cool.”

The mood in the air was mutinous. She heard ‘The Sack of Coruscant’ whispered a few times, and felt her mask waver. This was indeed a follow-up to that tragedy, she knew.

While there were still few Jedi on Tython, the entire Council was here. Killing the entire governing body in one swoop would cripple the Jedi for more than a decade. Any gains the Republic had made in the eyes of the Galaxy would be lost.

“You heard the Grand Master,” Jaric said coldly. “We are supposed to be Jedi! How dare you all shout such volatile messages for everyone to hear? Didn’t it occur to you, that you’d get everyone panicking? We need to be calm and controlled in the face of such a threat. You want to avoid a repeat of the Sacking? Then act like Jedi! Prepare for battle, and standby for orders! Now, unless you have anything else for us—in which case, you will tell us privately—you are to leave at once. Dismissed!”

That got their compliance. Everyone bowed and left in a hurry.

“Now that they’re gone, what do we do?” Bela asked. She was still emotionally weak from her experience.

“If this is a superweapon capable of destroying a planet in one go, we cannot trust in our shield,” Tol answered. “We need to drop our shields and take our fight to them. Send out all the fighters and combat shuttles, attempt to board the flagship. Take it out from the inside.”

“But the shield can’t be raised again once it’s been dropped,” Gnost objected. “The fleet will be at liberty to bombard the surface. I especially worry about the support staff and Twi’leks.”

Jaric rubbed the bridge of his nose. “They should have been sent offworld months ago! Why are they still here!?”

“Too late now,” Satele murmured. “The best we can do is to force the issue once we’re safe.”

“We can board them on our few remaining barges and transports,” Braga suggested heavily. “They can give us a chance to engage, then make a break for it.” The idea was a desperate one. There was only one known Hyperspace Lane in and out of Tython. In order to make the jump to Hyperspace, any fleeing ships would have to approach the region held by the Imperial fleet. They could try to move away from the planet, of course, attempt to exit from the far side so that the planet shielded their exit, but they would be picked up again by Imperial sensors as soon as they cleared it. Still, it was better than no chance at all.

Their odds of survival were minimal, unless they received help from the outside. But who would notice something amiss? If she knew High Command, it would be inundated with Senators’ debates on which worlds took priority. It would take them hours to question why the Jedi Council hadn’t arrived yet.

The Jedi Order would be taking a huge loss here today. Perhaps a fatal blow. And it was happening on her watch.

It had been many years since Satele Shan had felt fear as she had today. Mere moments after the report about the destruction of Uphrades, their enemies had come for them. They’d not had any time at all, to react. To prepare.

Worse, word had leaked out to the staff, and the whole Temple had fallen into a panic

Words uttered from multiple mouths reverberated through her skull like a sonic tremor, warning them that secrets cannot be kept forever. Vajra himself had made the point, she recalled. Multiple times. So had Orgus. So had she, for that matter.

The Council had been far too slow, far too complacent, taking months to decide on something that should have been done at speed. The Twi’leks, for instance. And defenses around Tython. They should have abandoned this world the second they heard that Watcher One had received intelligence about Bengel Morr.

“If I may make a suggestion? Or two?” Jasme asked. She didn’t wait for an answer. “Information is crucial. We need our sensors monitoring every second of the action up there, especially anything to do with the Desolator weapon. Emergency protocol will allow us to transmit our archives to subterranean servers, so the data will survive even if the world dies. Even if the Republic doesn’t come back, there are Jedi out there who will. They will come here to investigate. Any information that can help them destroy the weapon would be useful.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Satele nodded. “Send the order at once. What’s the second suggestion?”

“The hardest part about defeating Angral is finding him first,” Jasme continued. “This past year has proven that. Our fighters can be equipped with trace missiles. They won’t last long, a few weeks at best. But in that time, it will transmit a signal that only a Jedi beacon can pick up. They’ll be able to find his ship, no matter where he chooses to hide. He needs to be found soon. The longer he’s out there, the bigger the chance he’s pressured into giving up his secrets to the rest of his ilk. If he hasn’t already.”

“I am almost certain he hasn’t,” Tol answered. “I have intel which assures me that he’s been the butt of all jokes ever since Orgus called him a coward. And Vajra made that open speech of his. Malgus, Baras, Thanaton, Mortis, Ravage… everyone’s been rubbing his face in it. Angral won’t be quick to share his research, not unless the Emperor forces him to. And he’s been as inactive as ever.”

“So that makes it all the more critical that he be stopped soon,” Jaric said heavily. “Your suggestions are good ones, Archivist. We will sacrifice explosives and proton torpedoes so we can load up on tracers.”

“How long will it take for the fighters to be prepped?”

“An hour at the most. It’s the evacuation preparation that will really take a while. Four, at best.”

“We need to hurry it up. There’s no telling when they’ll be ready—”

The door opened again, and a Jedi Satele did not know entered the chamber. “Pardon, Masters. Twi’leks stormed one of our barges in the Kalikori village, the one that we used to ship them grain. They’re fighting the crew and each other for space on that ship.”

“I think it’s safe to say that word reached them,” Satele said drily. “And here we have yet another instance where they are actively willing to hurt us if it means saving themselves. Thank you, Padawan. You may leave.” Once he’d left, she added, “Is it wrong for me to wish a pox on the grand matriarch who resisted all our attempts to resettle her people?”

“I’m glad someone said it,” Jaric barked a laugh.

The Twi’leks arrived at the Temple about an hour after the session had ended. The one to meet them was Master Jaric Kaedan. Their mood was a mix of fear and rage.

“Jedi!” Grand Matriarch Kolovish called. “What is the meaning of this? Why did you order your barges to take off? Do you plan to leave us here to die?”

“Don’t you dare try to hold us responsible!” Jaric growled. “We tried to tell you the dangers of settling on this world, but you would not listen! We told you the Sith might come, but you said you would rather die than move again. And by you, I mean you in particular, Kolovish! If anyone’s dooming your people here, it’s you! Not to mention, this is the second time you have taken action against us. You turned on Orgus and Vajra despite all they did for you, and now you tried to capture the very ships that brought you your much-needed food! Have you no sense of shame at all?”

“We are a simple people,” another Twi’lek tried to argue. “You can’t blame us for being afraid!” This had to be the new Matriarch, Nimara.

“No, but I can say ‘We told you so!’ and ‘You can’t seriously expect us to help you after all this’!”

“Please, Master Jedi,” one of the older Twi’leks said. “We have no one else to turn to.”

“You’re the ‘Chosen’, aren’t you? Turn to your old ways. They will protect you. The Republic washed their hands of you. And now, I think we will too.”

There was a collective moan of protest.

“There’s nothing else we can do,” Jaric barked. “You crashed one of our precious ways to get civilians off this planet! We only have five barges left, and we’ve decided to use them all to transport all children and civilians within the Temple. If you hadn’t attacked the one in your village, we’d have happily given it to you.”

The Twi’leks started to collapse one after the other. They looked to the skies and prayed for deliverance.

“We’ll leave,” Grand Matriarch Kolovish said through gritted teeth. “If you help us get offworld, we will accept whatever punishment the Republic deems fit—”

“No, Kolovish. You will tell us exactly why you chose this world. Stop pretending it was fate or chance. You stuck to us like a tick, even though your decision saw hundreds of your people die. You don’t care about your so-called teachings, and you don’t care about the people who follow you. It’s all a smokescreen to allow yourself to get close to us. And you will tell us what your agenda is.”

“You’re mad!” she answered, growing more frightened. “I have no hidden motives! I simply wished to lead us to a world where we could live in peace—”

“Except, Tython was never peaceful. And you found that out years ago. Peace was never what you wanted, and there’s little else here that could hold your interest. I’m sorry, ‘Grand Matriarch,’ but you’ve exhausted our goodwill.”

“Please, Master Jedi,” a younger Twi’lek stepped forward. Kaedan thought he recognized Ranna Tao’ven, the former Matriarch. “I understand where you’re coming from, but surely you could at least evacuate our children?”

Jaric pretended to ponder her request. “We’ll see what we can do, but don’t expect a miracle. And if you try anything else, you can consider the answer an unequivocal ‘no!’ Now if you’ll excuse me.”

A Jedi Padawan ran upto him as he turned to leave. “Master Kaedan, our sensors just picked up a Republic fleet. It’s not powerful enough to chase away the Imperial fleet, but maybe they can help turn the tide. They’re almost close enough to engage. Also, Master Satele says she can Sense Master Vajra and Kira among them.”

“Is that right? That means we have a chance! Prepare all fighters for launch at once! Tell Satele and Gnost to stay behind. We need someone to stay behind, just in case.”

Satele sat as close to Jasme as she dared, praying fervently that they could defeat Angral before his weapon had finished charging. She, Bela and Gnost were the only three Jedi Masters who had stayed behind, as Kaedan had suggested. The Grand Master, and Master of the Archives, as well as the one who had been crippled. A few other Jedi had also remained behind, mostly those with no experience as combat pilots.

Waiting for someone else to decide your fate was hell.

But then at last, the good news started to pour in. All ships except for the Oppressor had fled the battle once they had detected that its bridge had been taken. Then the ship’s reactors were taken offline, ending the threat it posed forever. And finally, she had Sensed the moment when Vajra had beaten Angral. Many Sith had died up there, falling one after another. Satele had been stunned by how fast that had happened. Even she hadn’t ever killed more than five Sith in under a minute! Angral’s defeat came with a resounding crack like thunder. It was as if the Light itself had cheered at his defeat.

“It’s over,” Bela said, sounding relieved.

“It’s over,” Satele agreed.

“We need to prepare him a hero’s welcome then,” Gnost sank into his seat. “Vajra… Vajra really came through for us!”

“Angral defeated! The ‘Head Butcher of Coruscant’!”

“We need to give him some reward as well,” Satele said.

“Jedi don’t give medals—”

“But we can give him a vacation. As long as he needs. We’ve worked him to the bone since Knighting him.”

“Yes, that’s quite true,” Bela agreed. “And I think we should give Kira her Knighthood.”

“She hasn’t faced her trials yet,” Gnost protested.

“She won’t be the first Knight to be considered ‘tried by fire’. And she’s earned a vacation too. Don’t forget, she’s been fighting with Vajra all this time.”

“I will support the motion,” Satele said firmly. “Kira was ready for her trials months ago. She has proven herself worthy.”

Their deliberation was cut short by the return of their communications. A flurry of messages poured in, but the one that caught their attention was a general broadcast from Angral’s ship.

It was a live feed of Angral weeping his eyes out, begging his Father for mercy. It was evident that he had soiled himself too. Any fear and respect he had once commanded was instantly lost. Whoever was broadcasting this—and Satele had a pretty good idea who that was—was telling the Galaxy that Angral, one of the most prominent Darths, had paid the price for his many, many evil deeds.

The sight made her want to smile, and yet brought a foreboding chill to her chest. Her thoughts were interrupted by another transmission.

“This is Kaedan. We’ve boarded the Oppressor, but it looks like we weren’t needed. Padawan Carsen has informed us that Angral is still alive, so I said I’d take him into custody myself.”

“Acknowledged.”

“What do you think happened to Angral?” Jasme whispered.

“I don’t know,” Satele rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “We’d have to take a closer look at him to understand. Perhaps Master Devel would look into this for us.”

“I would like to know precisely what happened,” Gnost agreed. “Very much so.”

Mercei Tanniels knew that her mouth was hanging open as she watched Devarath’s broadcast. Defeating Angral was one thing, but he had broken him somehow.

She had observed the young Jedi for months now, as ordered, and had come to know him quite well by now. His thinking patterns, his habits, his likes and dislikes, his strengths and weaknesses…

Not only was this kind of thing out of character for him—something she found completely understandable, considering he’d just seen his planet die—it was outside the skillset she had credited him with. Whether he had himself been the source of the technique, or—more likely, in her opinion—he had simply reflected something Angral had thrown at him, it was not something she had thought him capable of.

“You’ve gone and muddied the waters at this late a stage… what an infuriating boy you are!” Now she had to reevaluate him from scratch. All her prior assumptions were suspect.

Still, she was surprised with how pleased she felt that her quarry had succeeded in his quest. I’ve gotten quite fond of that boy, she realized. He’s sincere, open, honest, and kind. The complete opposite of nearly everyone I’ve ever met. Still, that won’t stop me from eliminating him, if I’m ever ordered to. Or trying to. His sense for danger was something she was absolutely certain of, having seen him survive snipers, ambushes and assassins on multiple occasions. The only way she stood the ghost of a chance was her trump card… but she wasn’t certain it would work on him, as it had Jadus.

Thinking of the cold Sith helped a chill settle into her bones. “We’re inverses, in a way,” she said softly. “You failed to stop a world from being destroyed… but I failed to catch the one responsible. Now he’s still out there, and I have to sleep with one eye open. You, though? Angral will never threaten anyone again. I raise my hat to you, Jedi Devarath. I wonder if I can call you ‘Vajra’ now? I know you better than your best friends do, after all. No? I suppose not. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to redo your profile. You know, for a dating site. You’ll be popular, I promise.”

Jaric Kaedan was taken aback when he saw the state one of the most prominent Sith had been reduced to. It would be another hour before he learned about the broadcast.

“What happened here?” he thought aloud.

“That kid showed the Empire exactly how limp-dicked their Darths really are,” a nearby soldier grinned. “I mean… just look at him! He’s bawling like a little baby!”

“Payback time is here,” another said with satisfaction. “The head butcher is down and done! How much longer till Kilran and Malgus are humiliated?”

“Maybe we can sack Dromund Kaas, next!” another smiled. “See how they like it!”

“You’re getting way ahead of yourselves,” Kaedan said softly. “You think beating Angral was easy? The bastard took a whole planet with him. He came within sight of wiping out the Jedi Council. Kilran is smarter than him, and Malgus is far stronger. Both are more fearless. And Dromund Kaas? We can only hope that we come within sight of that blighted world.” He marched up to Angral, taking note of all the corpses as he approached. Are those Power Guards? Can’t believe Vajra was able to kill them. He saw a woman’s corpse sitting on Angral’s throne. She looked like she had taken her own life. Her arms and legs were severely burned. Is that Angral’s wife? Something to bring up at the debriefing. He felt confident that neither Vajra nor Kira was capable of such cruelty. Yes, perhaps it was Angral who tortured her. “Hello there, Angral. We meet again.”

The Sith Lord almost certainly didn’t hear him. He was thrashing around and screaming like a patient in a mental institution, responding to stimuli that no one else could see.

He raised him to his feet by his cape, grimacing slightly at the smell wafting from him. “Luckily, we’re already in his room,” he grumbled. “Someone, douse him clean and change his pants. I hope to be back on Tython within the hour. And drinks on me, for all of you!”

The soldiers cheered at that, and Kaedan began the task of searching the Darth’s inner sanctum for items of interest.

Jasme managed to catch Vajra right after the Garuda landed. She ran up the ramp the moment it touched the floor, and threw her arms around the heroes of the hour.

“You guys are fucking awesome!” she declared as both of them fought for breath. “And where’s T7? C’mere, little buddy, a hug for you too!”

“I’m tired,” Vajra said. “Any chance they’ll forget about me, let me sleep for the next five weeks?”

“Are you kidding me? You should be able to hear your adoring fans from here!”

It was true. Every last person still in the Temple had rushed to the landing pad. This one was reserved only for Council Masters, but Vajra’s ship had been given special permission under the circumstances.

“They can wait another minute,” Vajra returned Jasme’s hug from earlier with an almost desperate tremor in his limbs. “I’m so glad…! I got so worried there! If we’d been a few hours slower—”

“But you weren’t. Come on. Let’s get these outsiders out of the way for now. You’ll have me all to yourself after the party!”

Mom and the remaining Masters were first in line to greet them once they got out—most of them had returned to the planet once news of Angral’s defeat had been sent to all corners of the Galaxy. Master Satele stood at the front, as her rank allowed.

“Well, well,” she smiled and bowed. “You’ve made quite the splash here today, even by your standards. The Jedi owe you a debt of gratitude we cannot possibly repay.”

“It was our honor,” Vajra replied.

“That, it was,” Kira bowed.

“If the Jedi wore Republic medals, your robes would be covered in them,” Major Var Suthra declared. He and several other officers were attending remotely, as were some politicians and nobles.

“There’s no need for medals, but I think my Padawan here is a little overdue for her trials.”

“Indeed, Kira has really grown into her own, hasn’t she?” Master Kiwiiks smiled.

“I’m glad to see you up and about, Master Kiwiiks.”

“I still have to thank you both for saving my life. Twice, now.”

“It will be our pleasure to welcome Kira into our ranks,” Jasme’s mother smiled. “Right here, in fact.”

“Wait, what?”

“Step forward, Padawan.” All Jedi present ignited their Lightsabers and held them point-upwards in front of their faces. Vajra stood frozen for a second, then followed suit. He nodded to Kira, who had turned her dumbfounded gaze at him.

“Are you sure about this master? No backsies!”

“We are all agreed on this,” the Grand Master’s smile was warm as the sun. She stretched out an arm, and Master Devel handed her the ceremonial sword he had been holding. “Even Master Kaedan. Come on, now. Kneel.”

Kira finally obeyed.

“Kira Carsen,” Master Satele intoned. “By the right of the Council, by the Will of the Force, and as a reward for your steadfast dedication to the Light, I dub thee a Jedi Knight of the Republic.” She tapped the blade on Kira’s shoulders and head, as she had so many Padawans before her. “Few Jedi can boast about having risen above their circumstances as you have. You stand pure and strong despite your circumstances; a true ally to anyone lucky enough to earn your friendship, and a fierce protector of the Republic. Rise, and take your place among us.”

Kira stood, knees trembling. “So, this is what it feels like? Being respectable?” The audience had resumed their cheers.

“We shouldn’t keep you to ourselves any longer,” Master Satele looked around. “Please, don’t feel shy. I’m sure everyone else is keen on thanking you both. Especially you, Vajra. You’re the Hero of Tython now. Congratulations on your victory.”

Jasme noticed something wrong with Vajra as the evening wore on. At first, she had thought it was pure fatigue, but then she saw the soul-crushing gloom in his eye. It was fleeting at the start, and only showed up when he thought no one was looking. He did a good job speaking to all his well-wishers and colleagues, laughing at their jests, hearing their speeches, answering questions about Alderaan. But by nightfall, he was having a difficult time suppressing it. More and more, she could see his eyes hover over the exit.

She could stand it no longer. Sidling up to him, she gave his admirers her most charming smile before leading him away.

“Jasme?”

“Yeah?”

“Where are you taking me?”

“Someplace we can have a nice chat. Just a small one. After that, it’s straight to bed with you," She looked him over and sighed. “This past year hasn’t been kind to you.”

“I suppose not.”

“Here we are.”

“Is this…?”

“Master Orgus’ room. It’s… not been reassigned yet, and I figured he’d be happy if it was of help to you. He’d have been so proud of you.”

Vajra’s look of guilt was all-too-obvious. Jasme sighed again as she opened the door for them.

“I’ve seen that look on your face before. Many times. You’re upset about the Power Guards, aren’t you?”

His overcast look was answer enough.

“Vajra… you were outnumbered up there. You had no choice but to kill them. You know that, right?”

“Yes.”

“… that doesn’t make it easier, does it?” She led him to the sofa and sat him down before hugging him. “I wish this hadn’t fallen to you, little Brother!”

“Hmm.”

“And I’m so, so sorry about Uphrades too. Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not right now, please.”

“Sure. Get into the shower, I’ll have some of your clothes brought to you. Go straight to bed afterwards, alright? Sleep as long as you need to. A night, a week, a month… just get as much rest as you need. We’ll speak again when you’re ready.”

Jasme waited until he nodded, weakly, before leaving to make the arrangements. The first thing she did was talk to his steward droid, who was only too happy to accommodate the request. Getting approval was no problem at all; all the Masters were feeling quite charitable towards him. She dropped Kira a line, letting her know where to find her now-former Master if she needed him. And finally, she filled a tray with sandwiches and a thermos with hot soup to take to his room. She was certain that he hadn’t eaten nearly as much as he ought to have. By the time she got back, he was already asleep in bed. She left the food on the bedside table and crept out so as to not disturb his sleep.

When she returned to check up on him that morning, he had disappeared without a trace.

The only thing he’d left were the Lightsabers her mother had lent him, and a letter addressed to Kira, T7 and herself saying he couldn’t be a Jedi anymore.

Grand Master Satele Shan woke up at 5:00 as always, but that was as far as she got to sticking to her daily schedule.

“Excuse me, Grand Master,” her protocol droid was waiting for her outside her bedroom. “I have a package for you.”

Satele smiled gently. “A package? At this hour? Doesn’t our mail normally arrive at 11:30? I hope it’s not another ‘suitor.’” She still got a lot of those, usually a Padawan whom she’d have to gently let down later during the day.

“Perhaps, Master. But those normally arrive closer to midnight. This one was placed here a mere hour ago.”

“Oh? That is unusual.” Satele accepted the parcel and went on. “I assume you scanned its contents?”

“Of course, Grand Master! The package tested negative for pathogens, toxins, explosives, or any other traps.”

“Impressive how you can screen all that, and still keep the actual contents a surprise.”

“All the better to see your genuine reaction, Grand Master.”

Satele opened the box to find four Lightsaber hilts inside. They had been polished until they gleamed even in this light, Lightsabers whose designs were similar to her own. It took her a few seconds to make the connection.

“Are these… the Lightsabers I gave Vajra?”

“Indeed, they do appear to be the very same, Grand Master.”

“Oh. Imagine that. I’m having one of my own gifts returned to me. Though I did make it clear they were a loan. Perhaps he must be ready to build his own Lightsabers at last. Our little Raudra is growing up!”

“If you say so, Mistress.”

“I think I’ll go look for him. I’d like to speak to him about this mission before the debriefing.” And I owe him a huge personal debt. It’s thanks to him that I won’t be remembered for allowing the enemy to cripple us.

The protocol droid bowed and began tidying up her room as she stepped out in training gear.

Satele reflected on exactly what she wanted to speak to him about first. She needed to check for signs of acute stress, and to ask about his general health. She also wanted to present him with a sympathetic ear in case he needed to get something off his chest. She decided not to speak about Uphrades in the first twenty minutes unless he brought it up himself.

But where to find him? The first place she looked was the workshop, then the training rooms and yard, then his ship—which had been relocated to the common landing area—and finally his bedroom. But he was nowhere to be found.

Jasme woke up to the insistent chime of her doorbell. “Mo—Master S’tele? D’yoo know what time it is?”

“Vajra’s gone missing,” her mother said without preamble, and Jasme was suddenly alert. “He dropped the Lightsabers I gave him outside my door around 04:00, then just vanished. Even our cameras and sentries didn’t spot him.”

“How can that be? He wasn’t trained in Force Camouflage!”

“But he was trained as a hunter,” Mom reminded her. “If Vajra felt the need to sneak out, he’s either trying out a new training regimen, or something’s wrong.”

“Can you get Kira for me? I’ll go see if he left anything in his room.”

Dropping all pretense at composure, Jasme ran to the chambers that had once belonged to Master Orgus. Her eyes instantly went to his bedside table, which still had the food she’d left him the night before. Beside it was a note written on paper.

She unfolded it at once, and read the brief letter again and again, trying her hardest to pretend this wasn’t the goodbye it seemed like.

Dear Jasme, Kira, and T7-01.

I’m not fit to be a Jedi. I don’t know where I’ll go now. But I can’t stay here now. I need to get away from the Jedi, from the Force, and my failures.

I love you all,

Vajra.

Mercei almost didn’t catch the Raudra leaving. It was only purest chance that she happened to be scanning the Temple when she noticed a shadow leap emerge from a side door, and recognize who it was by the cold stare he tossed in her direction.

She almost dropped her omnioculars in shock and fear, but held on long enough to see him disappear into the trees on the far side.

With a curse, she activated her probes and set them to follow him. She checked her trackers, the ones she’d kept in his Lightsabers, and growled when she confirmed that he’d left them behind.

What’s going on?! Several theories sprang to mind, but she cleared them from her head. She jumped onto her speeder and gave hot pursuit of the fleetfooted Jedi. The chase lasted several hours. She nearly lost the trail a few times, but with the help of her probe droids, she tracked him to the ruins which the Jedi called ‘Keleth.’

Why Keleth? Could it be? Are you running away!? You poor, poor child! Your experiences have gone and broken you, haven’t they? Congratulations, Republic. In your eagerness to fill the gaps, you failed to give him the mental conditioning needed for a warrior. You went and martyred your ‘Hero of Tython’. Oh, well! It’s a win for us!

She began writing her report at once. She didn’t know if the Emperor cared about Vajra Devarath’s recent victory, but Darth Marr had to be sweating bullets right now. Hopefully, he and his fellow Councillors would feel a little better after reading her report.

Vajra kept his belongings in the building he’d chosen and took a look around. His new house had a working power and water supply, but little else. It was close to the river though, and on the very edge of the ruined city, so he could find plenty of game nearby. Keleth’s orchards were on the other side of the bank, and in the years since the city’s depopulation, they had grown into a huge forest.

And finally, if he recalled correctly, one of Keleth’s armories was close by. He could pick up a few spears and swords for himself. He didn’t have a bow on hand though. Perhaps he could build one, over the next few years.

With that settled, he sat down in the shade of a tree. He’d run fast and far to get here. He wondered if it would be enough.

What will tomorrow bring—No. That doesn’t matter. Whatever comes, I’ll face it one day at a time.

He only hoped his friends could forgive him for running away as he had. But it had to be this way. There was no way he could do so openly.

As I thought. Deep down, I’m a real coward.

He closed his eyes and took a few breaths, trying to relax in the shade of the tree but jumped back to his feet when he heard the ghosts of Uphrades wail.

#star wars #swtor #fanfic #hero of tython #jedi knight

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jaijaitbinks · 1 year

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This AU but reversed. Genos is the prince and Saitama is his personal guard because he's the strongest knight of the whole kingdom. That allows them to spend a lot of time together and get to know each other more. They eventually fall in love but they gotta keep it secret and act all serious and formal when they're in public (though they make up for it when Saitama visits Genos' chamber every once in a while). One good day Genos is suddenly engaged to the princess Fubuki. The best solution? Run away together.

While they're on the run Saitama trains Genos and they wander around fighting bad guys and saving people. Genos is living the time of his life because he's finally free to do as he pleases, and with the love of his life too.

As for the conflict, there are lots of possibilities. Maybe Saitama is accused of taking Genos away and becomes a wanted man. Or Fubuki feels insulted and is pissed the hell off so she allies with powerful enemies to take over Genos' kingdom.

(Or monsters start pooping out of nowhere and becomes Medieval One Punch Man XD)

That's a whole new au, my guy. I like it.

However, may I propose: Fubuki helps them run away cuz she has her own girlfriend to be with, and Kuseno (I assume he's the king and Genos' biological parents are dead) is aware of why they ran off.

Because Kuseno (again, assuming he was king) would never just. Arrange a marriage for Genos unless he had to. Which leaves me to think about Fubuki's kingdom being the one to pressure him to agreeing. Essentially: "you marry our daughter to your son, there won't be any problems between us". Of course, Genos protests when Kuseno tells him the situation. He let's his relationship with Saitama slip, but of course, Kuseno doesn't mind it. But that doesn't change the risks of denying the arranged marriage.

Saitama, when he's told about the situation, comes up with a plan.

They agree to the marriage, let the days tick by until the wedding comes, then he steals Genos away and they run. It gives Fubuki's kingdom the impression that Kuseno fully agreed to the marriage and some scoundrel decided to fuck both kingdoms over.

Of course, Kuseno worries that they'll be hunted for the rest of their lives, but Saitama doesn't give a fuck and Genos would follow Saitama to the ends of the universe. So he reluctantly agrees with their plan.

The execution goes off smoothly. The wedding day comes after weeks of meticulous planning, discussing, and packing. Saitama comes in and grabs Genos (literally. Picks him up and slings him over his shoulder), and flees before anyone has the chance to attack him or stop him. Fubuki's father and mother immediately call for a hunt on Saitama, the kingdoms errupt into chaos and a flurry of rumors and drama in the following weeks—months even. On their wedding day, Kuseno even pulls Fubuki aside to explain to her what happened, and Fubuki is, to his surpise, unbearably relieved, and tells him she had her own woman.

So. All went pretty well.

Following their escape, there's a wholeass conspiracy about what Saitama had done to Genos. Some think he killed the prince, some think he kidnapped him. There's even rumors that he got a wizard/witch to brainwash him into fleeing the kingdom with him. But, of course, that's not true, and Saitama and Genos are, in actuality, exploring the world—something Saitama has always wanted to do and Genos has always wanted to do with Saitama. They battle monsters along their journeys, sometimes people seeking a reward for taking Saitama in and returning the prince home. All the while, they bask in their free relationship—holding hands, kissing, making love and sleeping side-by-side between the training and running and fighting. They even spare some time to send letters back to Kuseno now and then.

Hell, maybe overtime, the story of the runaway prince and his knight become more of a legend or myth than an actual story. Like tales about midnight phantoms and such. No one seeing them ever again, or something along those lines.

And Saitama and Genos are happy.

#opm #one punch man #saitama #genos #saigenos #genosai #opm au #one punch man au #au #knight!saitama #prince!genos

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soliyra-the-sunbringer · 2 years

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Soli’s wishlist for Our Flag Means Death Season 2

Hey, so why not: I'll try typing up my ofmd s2 wishlist. Some of these are improbable and/or unpopular. You don’t have to agree with everything, but I’ve been encouraged to share my thoughts. OFMD Season 2 wishlist, in the order in which I thought of them just now: 1. THAT THERE BE ONE. Things are looking very good as of May 2022 but cruel and senseless things happen all the time and nothing is assured. 2. Re: the reunion: THAT THERE BE ONE. Some of you have never had your onscreen kiss and love confession take an immediate hard right into bury-your-gays and it fking shows. Furthermore the writers and actors on this show are amazing and I want to see how they do it. 3. Abshir returns! That dude is an absolute legend. I need to know what he and his friends got up to after 1x05 and I am dying to see Oluwande's 'investment' pay off, hopefully at a point when the crew are at their lowest. 4. Hornberry joins the Revenge crew. He obviously likes them (he and Stede have a 'rapport') and there is no way that man is straight. I want to see the Brittish officer -> pirate pipeline happen in real time. And I want to see him involved in Stede et all getting off their feet/getting a ship. LET HIM KISS BOYS. (Is he sleeping with Wellington? Maybe we’ll find out!)

5. Ghosthoney joins either the Revenge crew or Blackbeard crew. I could honestly see it working either way and either way is pure gold. 6. "You're STEDE'S Ed???" The many people on Tumblr calling for this are right and should say so. Every drop of Ed & Mary content gives me life, particularly the moment she finds out he and the 'Dread Pyrate Blackbeard' are the same person, regardless of how exactly that goes down. 7. Lines for Ivan (in this economy) Ok, so it looks like this one isn’t going to happen, which is tragic but it does seem to mean that there is going to be a Season 2 for Ivan to not be in, so...great?? Anyway, so the way I would deal with this is for Ivan do die in an absurdly dramatic way off-screen. It is somehow both heroic and cool and also stupid and hilarious. The actors can probably improv this one, idk. But no body, no crime, and leave it just open ended enough that he can just show up down the line (in an equally absurd and ridiculous way) if something changes wrt Guz’s schedule or w/e

8. Jemain Clement as Benjamin Hornigold. This has been hc’d so hard by so many fans...are we sure it’s not already canon? Pirate-hunter arc would be epic. 9. Captain Thomas EDWARD’S. What can I say except that historical stuff is only cool if it’s funny and/or romantic and this sh is both.

10. Doug comes out as trans, giving us bisexual (or otherwise wlw) Mary and transfeminine rep in one fell swoop.

11. Speaking of which: Izzy Hands tries on a dress and experiences gender euphoria for the first time, which serves as a major turning point for the character. (Ed and Izzy are lesbians together; I don’t make the rules).

12. Ed kisses a girl (and likes it, a la Katie Perry). Please I am dying for explicit bi rep in OFMD.

13, and this is an important one: STEDE KILLS SOMEONE ON PURPOSE. --13a. that person is a dick. --13b. and preferably a racist. This is an important point on Stede’s white-guy journey to active anti-racism.

13. Anne Bonny and Mary Read, obviously. Mary is Tig Notaro but I can think of literally dozens of actors I’d like to see as Anne and they’d all be great for different reasons. MOAR WLW

14. My favorite actors from the last major fandom I was involved in, because why the h not, is this a wishlist or what?

15. Harvey Guillen as someone extremely flamboyant and completely unhinged. He’s been the uptight, contained one on wwdits for so long. Let that beautiful little man be ‘round, brown, and proud’ and completely bonkers. Let him get in a knife fight with Jim. Maybe he’s part of the Siete Gallos, maybe he’s Jim’s long lost brother, maybe he’s just some pirate, idc. This may or may not be a Harvey Guillen stan account.

16. A new wig for Jim. Or maybe just Vico’s hair? I do not like the current wig.

17. CREW. FLASHBACKS. The people (including Samba) on multiple platforms who are calling for this are right and should say so.

18. Geraldo appears in flashbacks. He is an underrated character and Fred Armisen is delightful. I said what I said.

18. STEARD NATION. Murray Hewitt was a LOOK and I would like to see more, ty.

19. We all know that Lucius is alive, but have you consider that his life was somehow saved by the wooden finger, AKA the power of ~love~?

20. The people calling for Rory Kinnear to return as increasingly distant members of the Badminton family who all, improbably, look exactly like Rory Kinnear are right and should say so. But male family members only; we will not be doing the ‘man in a dress’ trope on OFMD.

21. SHOW US THE TALENT SHOW YOU COWARDS. The people calling for this ar-- you get the idea.

22. (can’t believe I almost forgot this one) Gnossienne 5 played on an unlikely instrument like electric guitar or something.

23. GIVE FANG A DOG. Another popular one that is also empirically correct.

24. Explicit ace rep. I don’t really care who but bonus if it’s someone we already know.

25. One time I read a post somewhere that said s2 should start with Stede standing in his dinghy with his hand upraised and he sees the crew and they see him and he is immediately hit in the face by the red silk and. Yes. That. I agree. that’s all I can think of for now, except for the general idea of ‘boys kissing,’ which really should be a given but, again, the world is cruel and senseless and we can take nothing for granted.

#ofmd #our flag means death #our flag means gay #ofmd season 2 wishlist #soliyra #wall of text #actually I think I'm just so so but I've decided to carry myself like I'm funny #spoilers #ofmd spoilers

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hrodvitnon · 2 years

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She had to admit, nighttime hunting of the squid shoals was a strangely mesmerizing, beautiful thing. The way the reddish bioluminescence of the squid flowed and rippled through the shoal as they fled Manda’s jaws and Maddie’s many mouths - he was right, it was really something amazing. Not even the likes of BBC Earth’s best footage could really capture the experience of being there in the moment. Just, wow.

And now, tired, and very full with raw calamari, Manda and Maddie both found themselves resting on the nearest island they could find. Just lying down and gazing up at the stars. Here, thousands of miles away from any human cities, she could see the star field in full, and it was amazing.

“That’s Orion,” Manda says, pointing a claw up at…somewhere in the sky. “A great hunter from Greek mythology. Not the best guy, but they had different standards.”

“You know a lot about legends and stars.” Maddie comments. She scoots closer to Manda. He doesn’t seem to notice.

“Mum taught me a lot about myths and history. There’s so much that can be learned from human culture, so much we can learn.”

She’s practically just one step away from cuddling him now. Nowhere near comfortable now that her body was massive, covered with hard scales and tough plant material, but the emotion was what counted. Manda turns to look at her. Lock eyes for several seconds.

“So…”

“Oh shut up, you big snake.”

And she kisses him on the snout.

Well, it’s far more of a nuzzle than a kiss. Madison never thought she’d take the sensation of having lips for granted, but once Manda’s shock leaves him he immediately returns the kiss, nuzzling over their snouts in innocent, first love.

They break it off. Staring at each other awkwardly. Maddie smiles. One of her tentacle mouths snaking up.

“So…how far do you wanna go tonight?”

"Gack," Manda chokes. His bioluminescence bursts and his tendrils flare out, suddenly behaving remarkably like any nervous human boy who's ever been invited into his girlfriend's bedroom.

Madison silences the rogue mouth voicing certain naughty thoughts, and she is an adult after all, of course she's going to have desires and naughty thoughts; and ever since she realized a growing attraction towards Aunt Viv's son, part of her wonders if, like some reptiles, Manda has two--

"I mean," Manda tries again, his vocalizations cracking. "If that's what you want, I..."

"I wasn't entirely serious! Your mom always taught me not to go all out on the first date. We don't have to if you're not comfortable."

Manda deflates in some relief, but teal lines still trail all over his body in that particular way of blushing. His amber-colored eyes glance her way and she bumps their heads together in another "kiss". Even if nothing does happen tonight, Madison has a feeling she's going to dream of what things may have been like if they were human, where things like this are easier.

"So what about second dates?" Manda asks, feeling a burst of confidence. Maddie feels something inside her flutter.

His mouth quirks into something like a smile and he slips away -- not to flee like an awkward teenager reaching critical mass embarrassment, but so Madison has a full view of his body. Manda really is a gorgeous Titan; built like a whip, elegantly handsome, and the way his clear crystalline spines and antlers gleam and sparkle from the night sky is nothing short of magical.

Manda recalls something his mother-uncle told him before when talking him through courtship, that he'll instinctively know what to do if he wants to impress a potential mate, or girlfriend. Whatever they're going to be. He lowers himself into a bow, tail lifting up and fanning out its cerata tendrils; then he spins, tail unintentionally spraying water but he figures that'll just add to the performance.

Madison watches him in interest, and then feels her heart skip realizing he's performing a courtship display. The way he uses his tail looks almost like a traditional fan dance she's seen at festivals, and that's before he lifts himself to stand on his hind legs, long body snaking up until it looks like his antlers are holding the moon itself, a low serenading moan releasing from his throat.

#tardisspacemug #mandazawa #biollante!maddie

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riverdamien · 1 year

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Station 2: Betrayal and Arrest if Jesus!

The Betrayal and Arrest of Jesus!

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43 Immediately, while he was still speaking, Judas, one of the twelve, arrived, and with him there was a crowd with swords and clubs, from the chief priests, the scribes, and the elders. 44 Now the betrayer had given them a sign, saying, “The one I will kiss is the man; arrest him and lead him away under guard.” 45 So when he came, he went up to him at once and said, “Rabbi!” and kissed him. 46 Then they laid hands on him and arrested him. 47 But one of those who stood near drew his sword and struck the slave of the high priest, cutting off his ear. 48 Then Jesus said to them, “Have you come out with swords and clubs to arrest me as though I were a rebel? 49 Day after day I was with you in the temple teaching, and you did not arrest me. But let the scriptures be fulfilled.” 50 All of them deserted him and fled.1 A certain young man was following him, wearing nothing but a linen cloth. They caught hold of him, 52 but he left the linen cloth and ran off naked.” (Mark 14:42-46)

Rejection always hurts. It tears at our self-esteem, makes us feel like we are nothing, and leaves us doubting who we are. Homeless people are rejected all the time. When people walk by and do not even see the person on the side walk they feel like they nothing. May we be haunted by the feeling of rejection, as we look at our neighbor before us.

The Trevor Project's latest report examining the Mental Health of Black Transgender and Nonbinary Young People reveals one in four, of their group as compared to twelve percent of the cisgender and LGBQ groups have higher rates of victimization, attempts from others to change their sexual orientation and housing instability.

We have failed to see one of the understandings of our evolution as human beings is the various gender differences; and the Church in particular continues its journey of bias, transphobia, and homophobia. We are still racially discriminating. A recent study show that 50% of blacks have no faith in their white brothers and sisters.

When we fail to acknowledge the racial discrimination, fail to even seek to understand, and ignore the rejection and discrimination of trans and nonbinary folk we are betraying Jesus in our midst!

All: Jesus declares: “If anyone wants to become a follower, let them deny themselves and take up their cross. And follow me.”

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shotorozu · 3 years

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Hello! Happy belated birthday, hope you had a great time! May I request headcanons with Bakugou, Tamaki, and Shoto about the tiktok of "Denying my man's kisses". If you don't know about that tiktok is like when he's going to kiss his S/O, they avoid the kiss, how would they react? Thanks in advance! ♥️

denying their kisses

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : bakugou katsuki, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk not specific

headcanon type : fluff, crack (x reader)

note(s) : so like,, i’m very very sorry for the delay! at this point, it’s not even april anymore so.. thank you for greeting me last time! i was really planning on doing this sooner, but i got busy outside of tumblr before i got the chance 💀 and my other drafts needed to be posted so,, yeah. sorry for the delay, once again!

there’s no proof read, it’s literally 4am here 😃🖐 i’ll edit the errors out later though, when it’s not 4am anymore

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bakugou katsuki

okay, so at this point— you basically fear nothing. absolutely nothing at all

the tiktok algorithm gave you the idea, and you were curious about katsuki’s reactions, since you’re usually the one that pleads for kisses

then, you were skeptical— at first anyway. since katsuki doesn’t cope well whenever tiktoks pranks are being pulled on him it depends on the severity

the skepticism didn’t last very long, and you ended up going through with the prank. since you’ve pulled riskier pranks on katsuki, this would be an easier task.

it’s been a productive day for katsuki. not that it wouldn’t be productive, since he’s always striving for the best

and what more to end the day by spending some time with his s/o, that’s always there by his side? yes i hc katsuki as a clingy when tired boyfriend, and what of it?

tired and reeking of his quirk— he grumbles, realizing that he hasn’t seen you in hours. it’s partially on him, since he insisted on doing a lot for the day

little did he know, you were scheming something during his absence.

he opens the door to your room, seeing that you’re just scrolling on your phone— and you quickly open tiktok, seeing his entrance

“dumbass.” he addresses you with a single word, loud enough for you to hear— but it’s different, the volume in his voice’s calmer

“busy day?” you quietly start discreetly filming for the tiktok, he doesn’t seem to notice.

“‘s busy as hell.” he replies, reaching down to kiss you

with eyes still affixed onto your phone’s screen, you quickly move your head, successfully dodging his attempt

man’s like 🤨❓did you just avoid his kiss? “the hell was that for?”

you look up in a questioning matter, “oh what? were you about to do something?”

he doesn’t answer. instead, he moves to kiss you again— but you dodge, once more.

“the fuck?” he’s now baffled that you even moved away, but he takes a whiff of himself, “is it the sweat or some shit?”

“well,, it’s a little overbearing.” and with that, he wipes the sweat from his face with his shirt— and then he tries again

you still dodge, and now he’s certain that you’re doing it on purpose.

like.. you dare evade bakugou katsuki’s kisses? when you’re the only person on this earth that he’d ever press his lips against??

this is slowly starting to aggravate him, since smell and sweat was never a concern you had with him so like 🤨❓❓

since he’s so certain that you’re avoiding his kisses on purpose— he can, and will manhandle you, trying to aim his lips on your forehead at least

“stop this difficult bullshit— wait no, this has to be another shitty prank, right?”

earning the reaction you wanted, you end the video, along with your act— bursting into laughter

and his face immediately changes from 🤨 to 😐 after getting the confirmation he needed, and also— realizing he got clowned by one of your tiktoks, again.

only muttering a quick “bye.”, man just straight up leaves 😭

you don’t get kisses from him for at least a few hours, before he sneaked into your room— drowning you with kisses

“do that shit again and you’ll receive no kisses for 72 hours.”

“okay, i get it— i’m sorry!”

shortly after, you post the tiktok— and it gains at least 90k likes, and 240k views— the comments are mostly making fun of katsuki’s attempts at kissing you 💀

safe to say, you didn’t deprive him of your touch with pranks ever again 🧍

amajiki tamaki

i don’t get it, why would someone do this to him 😭

unlike the other two, you were convinced— meaning, you originally looked at this trend and said “pass” 😃

it’s too bad nejire and mirio are way too good at convincing you to do it anyway— saying ‘it’ll be fun’ and ‘you’ve pulled pranks that were worse than this!’

they’re not wrong. you’ve in fact, pulled pranks that were far more severe than this like hiding under his bed to scare the lights out of him

which brings you here— waiting for tamaki’s arrival in your respective room. you’re scrolling on tiktok, but you note that he could arrive at any moment now

a knock on the door signifies his presence, and you give him permission— shouting him a ‘come in!’

he opens the door, holding a plastic bag filled with snacks, and he stands ever so sheepishly near the doorway

“hey bun,” he greets in his usual manner, closing the door behind him

“hey tamaki!” you move out of your fyp, and open your camera, ready to start the prank at any moment now, “whatcha got there?”

“some snacks,” he sets the snacks down on your desk, getting comfortable on your bed, and slinging his arm around you— thanks to your non-verbal command

he doesn’t notice anything at all. so, you decide to proceed with the plan “i missed you,”

oh no, he’s needy 😃🖐‼️ you were gonna shatter his world— and not in the good way.

after a few seconds of silence, you decide to start filming the tiktok, when he moves closer to press a kiss against your temple

but you move away, avoiding his kiss. it’s a subtle motion, but he noticed.

man FREEZES in his place, his entire life flashing before his eyes— as he inches away from you, “b-bunny?”

you look at him, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from laughing, “yes?”

“did you just..”

“no? were you gonna kiss me?” you ask, and he sighs in relief— you weren’t actually avoiding his kiss

so, he tries again— except, he’s attentive. inching closer and closer slowly, as if he’d detonate a bomb at any moment if he moved the wrong way

he moves to kiss your temple, again— but you dodge

his entire world crumbles, and he BOLTS to the opposite side of your bed, eyes watering in panic

you’re unable to keep it in, so you burst out laughing at his actions— moving to comfort him, seeing his watery eyes

he sits in a ball of shame, but he still accepts your comfort, even after realizing what exactly you were doing “i can’t believe.. that just happened.”

tamaki eventually had to leave the dorm temporarily for some fresh air💀 nejire and mirio shooting amused stares, as they catch a look at their mortified friend

“woah— did Y/N do it already? he looks like he’s seen a ghost!”

“i think that’s just his normal reaction, have you seen him after the hiding under your bed prank? he looked half dead!”

okay so, whether or not you posted the tiktok, that’s up to you— since tamaki was mortified but then, if you didn’t post it, it would’ve been a waste of an effort

so yeah, that’s all up to your imagination for that one 🤩‼️‼️

todoroki shouto

first of all— why? this man’s kisses are the best?? why would you avoid them 💀 considering that it took some time for him to finally kiss you

a conversation you had with mina earlier that day was half the cause of this

the both of you were scrolling on the fyp, and you came across someone denying their s/o’s kisses for a prank

which made mina ask, “hey, what would happen if you did this to todoroki?” and it’s a good question, considering that you were thinking of him while watching that tiktok

after much encouraging from mina, and also because your curiosity was getting to your head— you decided to do the prank

because yes, all of todoroki shouto’s reactions are amusing, and different each time. and if things went south, you’d compromise with your affection

wanting to burn some extra time, you decided to take a brisk walk near the height alliances

spotting a bench, you decide to sit down— originally wanting to briefly check your phone

then, you hear your name being called out. the voice is one you’re familiar with very familiar actually so, you start discreetly setting up your phone for the tiktok

“hey love, what are you doing out here?” shouto smiles, sitting down next to you

“i just decided to take a short break from walking.” you smile, not drawing any suspicion— after all, your phone was already out when he appeared

“i see,” shouto replies in his usual tone, but you know what he exactly wants. “i was looking for you, but you weren’t inside.”

you tease him, “missed me already?” but he doesn’t seem to deny it. 😳

like routine, shouto moves in to press a kiss against your lips— only for you to move aside, his lips missing you completely.

he notices, but he doesn’t make a comment about it. instead, he tries again— moving to kiss you again

but you move away, the camera capturing the exact moment. your behavior doesn’t change— but you have to make sure it doesn’t crack

his reaction’s like 🧍 but on the inside he’s like ‘loading.. please wait for 30 seconds!’

“are my lips wet?” shouto chooses the blunt approach, and there’s something in his heterochromatic eyes that you can’t get a grip of

he takes your non-verbal response as a yes. getting desperate— he WIPES off any moisture from his lips, moving to press yet another kiss onto your lips

you dodge for the 3rd time. you have to hold in your breath, the silence is nearly deafening.

now he’s starting to think of the things he did that week, and while doing so— his control over his expression slips

and shouto thinks of NOTHING like please, he knows he can be a little dense but he can’t think of anything that would’ve made you upset at him 🗿

his expression’s currently like 😨 ❓and you can actually smell the smoke that’s starting to emerge from his left side

“can i.. at least give you a cheek kiss?” his tone is nearing the edge of pitiful, and this is what causes all of your administrations to collapse

you end the tiktok, and you’re unable to contain your giggles— as a result, you lean against shouto’s shoulders

shouto stares at you with the widest set of eyes you’ve seen— you can almost call them bug eyes. still perturbed, but his confusion is growing

he’s drawing his conclusions, but you still ended up telling him what exactly you were doing. your boyfriend’s like🧍 “oh, i see.”

but on the inside, he’s RELIEVED.

shouto knows he should be more upset, but he’s just glad— knowing he didn’t actually do anything upsetting. he always looks deadpanned, but there’s always a lot going on in his head

you still have to make it up to him, with tons and tons of kisses 🤩‼️ it’s restitution.

a few hours later, you post the tiktok— and after a few hours of it sitting, it immediately exceeds 500k likes and 850k views 💀

but the comments are MAD— clowning, slandering you for denying him three times

“apologize to that poor man, now 👹‼️‼️” “haha omg so funny *reports on three separate accounts*” “ARE YOU SANE?? THAT’S TODOROKI SHOUTO 😨‼️” i mean, if anyone denied shouto three times, i would’ve questioned them too 🙄🖐

you had to make a follow up video, proving that you did in fact— kiss your boyfriend as much as he craved. what better way to prove that, by kissing him all over? and he was smiling so hard in the follow up video so yeah, w on both sides

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awkwardspontaneity · 3 years

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Hello. This is my first request for the Legend of Zelda, so I do not know how to write it correctly. I don't speak English and I'm writing this in a translator, so there may be mistakes here, sorry. In general, I want to see how the reader will react to the fact that Revali, Link and Sidon cheated on her. (something made me feel sad) Thank you in advance ╹▽╹

I'm so sorry something happened to upset you. If it's along the lines of this request give me a name😤👊 anyways thank you so much for requesting!! This ended up being so much longer than I intended but I'm pretty happy with it. I hope this is what you're looking for!

✨ requests are open✨

Warning: angst, cheating

Revali🐦

I think with his prickly nature not a lot of people would stick around long enough to get to know how much he cares

But some bitch saw how much he was training to perfect his powers to help Hyrule and couldn't resist

It started off as bringing him lunches and heat pads after a long day of training and then it escalated

They would wrap his wings up and suddenly he was letting them fix his braids. He never saw it as much more than a fan helping him out but you saw differently

It ended up in a big fight when you finally brought up how Revali was allowing this fan to hang off of him like they were his partner not you. You brought up excellent points like how he took such a long time to even trust you with braiding his hair and that he could at least let them know he's in a relationship.

Revali got upset (probably cuz ur right and he can't admit it) and snapped that at least they appreciated him

Yeah bad move. You walked out and bird brain left to train away the pain

You came across his first and decided to head to the shooting range with some peace snacks but what do you find?

You walk up the slope towards the archery range, a container of Revali's favourite snacks in hand. As you approach you see something sitting inside the hut and assume it's him. Sterling your breath you walk into the hut and what you find takes your breath away- not in the good way either. Revali sat there with his wings wrapped around them, too caught up on their liplock to notice you standing there.

CRASH

The container hits the ground with a shatter, ruining their little scene.

"Y/n-"

"Don't even try it." You wish your voice didn't sound as broken. No matter how much your heart squeezed in pain from the betrayal, you wanted to come off so much different- angrier. Because you were angry. "Just because we have an argument does not give you the right to run off with your new friend."

Revali flinches at the word and you feel a sick glimmer of satisfaction. He opens his mouth to protest, ignoring your glare. "I-I'm sorry." Your glare darkens and he immediately flounders for the right words. "You accused me of something I didn't do-"

Yeah, not the right words. You wish you could do something, anything to hurt him like he hurt you. But you had to be the bigger person no matter how much you wanted to snap that precious bow of his in half.

"I accused you, not have you permission."

"We can work through this, together" his wing reached out to you, but you recoiled to fast.

"We're not together." You walked towards the entrance "I hope it was worth it."

Link 🗡️

Link is a closed off person. Sure he has people worship him for his title as the hero of Hyrule, but he would never let that get to his head. You could tell this boy he's amazing and it still wouldn't get through his insecurities

Maybe it's cruel but, that almost reassured you he would never break your heart like that. You felt secure in your relationship

That's why it was so shocking when you found out he had fallen for Zelda.

It wasn't meant to ever be more than knight and princess. And you never should have found out.

You were walking towards the stables of your party was staying at. It was supposed to be a simple trip to complete some research out in the plains. Of course your trip was ambushed by an energetic princess who begged to come along for research purposes. You couldn't complain because the addition of the princess also came with your boyfriend Link.

Now you were looking for him outside the small ranch. You fully expected him to be caring for Epona like he always did after a long trip. His love for his horse was something you had always loved about him. The way he would stay later than everyone else to make sure she was okay. It had made stables kind of your spot. Hanging out at the end of a long day to talk and spend time together while caring for your steeds.

Maybe that was why your heart felt so utterly shattered when you did find him, standing next to the stable, with the princess in his arms. Maybe you could have fooled yourself into believing he was being friendly if he hadn't pressed a long loving kiss to her forehead followed by both her cheeks, chuckling softly as she giggled.

You knew they had always been close. I mean they spent all their time together. You'd just never thought that Link would do something like this to you.

You walked away from the stables fighting backs the tears in your eyes. It was only when you found you had walked into an older area, a spare shack outside, that you finally let the tears fall. Your heart twisted in pain as sobs tore from your throat.

Why hasn't you seen this? Why weren't you enough?

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Your research trip was almost over. You had gone back late into the night to find Link on the edge of his bed head in his hands. He had shot up to demand where you had been when you finally walked in and although he looked like he wanted to argue, he accepted that you had been organizing your research supplies and notes in quiet.

That had been 3 days ago. You had spent the research trip sticking close to your colleagues, poring over each plant and testing their uses. The princess was too distracted with her own interests to really notice how you shied away from her presence. Link had though. And he was about done with you brushing him off in favour of your work. You both were busy so not having time was nothing new. But this was different. You couldn't meet his eyes and he had caught you staring at him and Zelda as if you were about to cry before. He was at a loss and now he needed to figure things out for himself.

However he wasn't quite ready for the answer.

"I saw you and Zelda together."

His throat closed up. He wanted to say so many things. How sorry he was. How he wished he could have told you himself. How he wished he could hold you and forget how complicated things were.

"it's okay." Now that, he wasn't expecting. "I thought I could be mad at you. Both of you. But I guess... It just makes sense." You sniffled softly. You really didn't want to do this. You hated that it had to be you who gave up. But we're you really going to fight? No. As much as it tore your heart into pieces, you would stand aside for them. "I wish that things hadn't changed but, clearly you don't feel the same anymore and I don't want to hold you back. I love you. So much. But I don't deserve this, and I won't put either of us through the trouble. I hope you two are happy together Link."

As you walked towards your friends to head home Link felt his heart clench. You deserved so much better.

Sidon🦈

You were a princess from another kingdom, betrothed to Prince Sidon of the Zora. We all know how these things go, neither of you were all that fond of the idea but you would go through with it. For your kingdoms

You tried to be as understanding as possible of the situations, knowing that the prince was just as trapped as you were. So you played along with your parents wishes.

You two went on dates and spent time together, getting closer and closer until finally you kissed him.

Things were great. You were planning your wedding and enjoying the time you spent with your fiance as you prepared for your future

It wasn't until a few days before the wedding when you were trying on your dress that things fell apart.

Your dressmaker had been in a bad mood, grumbling as they worked and even sticking you with needles a few times. You would have brushed it off as a bad day if not for the facts that they seemed so unapologetic.

You finally brought it up, softly asking if there was something wrong and if you could help. They snapped, going off about how you were ruining the princes life and that he didn't love you and was only marrying you for his kingdom and that he deserved to be happy.

They realized their mistake and left quickly, leaving you alone in your wedding dress with shocked tears slipping down your face.

You later made you way to Sidons office, hoping to clear some things up and maybe seek comfort from the one you loved.

What you didn't expect was to find him already comforting someone. Your dressmaker.

You watched as he whispered sweet nothings and reassurances to them. It was when he said no matter what they were the one that he loved when you broke away.

You stood in your room, packed bags beside you. You knew there were better ways to deal with this. You knew that your kingdom was counting on you and thus marriage. You just couldn't go through with it. Not anymore.

"Y/n?"

You sound around to find the Zora princess standing in your doorway. Mipha had become a close friend in your time in the Zora domain, even feeling like family as you worked closely planning the wedding. She had once told you that you were everything she could hope for in a sister and wife for her brother. You guessed it didn't matter in the end.

Finally you choked out pained words "I can't... I just... I can't do this anymore."

"If you are feeling nervous, I can assure you my brother would never hurt you."

This made you laugh. It was cold, similar to the ice creeping into your veins. "He would. And he did." You cut off Mipha's confusion, wringing a hand through your hair, "Sidon is in love with someone else. I made every effort to work through this engagement despite our... rocky beginning. But he didn't choose me back. He never wanted me, and I won't ruin his chance to be happy."

The room was silent after your outburst. You only noticed the tears when your friend wiped them from your eyes. She offered you a small smile, sharing the pain you felt. She was losing you and still understood it was best for you. You needed to move on and save yourself from a life of pain. A life of being chosen second.

"I hope one day we can meet again, sister."

You let out a choked mix of a son and laugh. Hugging the princess before you grabbed your bags and walked out the door, out of the kingdom that stole your heart and crushed it in its hands.

"I love you, always."

#loz x reader #loz link x reader #botw link x reader #legend of zelda link x reader #breath of the wild link x reader #link x reader #botw revali x reader #breath of the wild revali x reader #botw sidon x reader #breath of the wild sidon x reader #sidon x reader #revali x reader #asks #awkward responses #angst #cheating #botw x reader

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my-insanity-is-an-artform · 2 years

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punching the air the wall the bed the sky (not the person) bc of First wtf wtf he’s truly awful for my heart it’s going pitter patter bc of him :///

also ”#and he knows EXACTLY what he's doing to you #First is a Gentleman and will use that to his advantage” h he’s aware what he’s doing to you? terrible disgusting downright atrocious (affectionate) 🔪🔪🔪🔪 where is he planning on going with his evil schemes,,, is he trying to make you fall for him so he could court you or smth >:0

- bestie anon

For you, for @luimagines, for @screaming-until-god-hears-me and for every other First Simp out there

I love you all! So here's the obligatory ~Sees You Dressed Fancy~ kind of fic. Cause I need ideas.

You tugged on the edge of your sleeve nervously and sipped at the wine a kind sympathetic maid passed you. The group had landed in Warriors' Hyrule and had promptly been invited to a ball by the Zelda of that era.

Well, sort of. There had been some troubling rumours about some political rival and hints of slavery and illicit potions. Zelda was throwing the ball so the person in question would attend while her forces raided his manor and several key locations.

And who in their right mind would miss a ball with not just one Hero but several.

Wind, Four, Sky and Hyrule had managed to get out of it due to 'being too young' or having to help with a concussion which had been the result of Sky being too close to a moblin and Hyrule being unwilling to leave him.

The rest of them had to attend. For 'security and bait' purposes.

Including you.

So here you were at a ball, in a castle, wearing an outfit that you were pretty sure was the most expensive thing you had ever worn or would ever wear in your entire life.

The stares and the whispers that followed you were manageable but very annoying. Was it so clearly obvious that you were not a hero but yet followed them anyway?

You sighed as you took another sip of wine. The sooner the ball was over the better.

Initially, you had thought you might be able to talk with the others and enjoy yourself, but Warriors had been almost immediately dragged off by General Impa, Time had spotted several old acquaintances (you'd get that story out of him later), Twilight and First had somehow been pulled into conversations with a few young men, Wild was busy at the buffet table and Legend was glaring in the corner at everyone (what he had against Royal Balls was his own business.).

So you were left alone, hoping someone might take pity on you and talk with you before you died of boredom.

It was a thought you would soon regret.

As soon as you had finished your small glass of wine and started thinking about joining Wild at the buffet table, a man stepped into your line of view.

He was tall and gangly with sharp point features and more grease in his hair, looking slimier than a chu-chu. His clothes and fingers gleamed with jewels. His expression was piercing and seemed to go straight through you. On the whole, he looked the very picture of a slimy wealthy opulent bastard.

Unfortunately, he also matched the description of the nobleman Zelda was baiting. All of them had thought he would target Warriors or one of the other heroes, but judging from the way he was eyeing you, he probably had other plans.

"Good evening. My name is Earl Connard. May I have the pleasure of this dance, my dear..?" He held out a hand.

You smiled nervously and gave your name. There was now no doubt about who this person was. You subtly looked around for an exit, but none was obvious. Zelda needed to keep the Earl here and frankly, there was no better place for him to be other than right in the middle of the dance floor where everyone could see him.

"Of course, Your Lordship. I should warn you I'm not very familiar with the dances here." You were careful with your words, desperate not to insult him.

The smile he gave you sent a shiver down your spine and a feeling of deep disgust when he kissed your hand. "That is of no consequence, my dear." He led you onto the dance floor and put his hand on your waist.

The next thirty minutes were the longest thirty minutes of your entire life. He spoke about nothing more than himself and what he did speak about made you very certain that this man was probably the most unpleasant smug arrogant asshole you had ever met in your entire life.

And you were including Dark Link in that statement. (The guy was only trying to kill you after all, not see how far he could pull you close or how low his hand could go on your waist.)

Just as the music was about to play its fifth song, a flash of green and red cut in along with a voice.

"I apologise for the interruption, but may I have the next dance?"

You turned to see First standing there with his hand extended, a hard look in his eyes as he stared down Earl Connard who puffed up.

That all went over your head as you stared at First. Like the others, his usual outfit had been replaced by a deep green jacket cinched at the waist by a deep brown leather belt and clean dark trousers. His usually red scarf had been cleaned and redyed. Even his hat was gone, leaving his hair carefully styled. He looked even more ridiculously attractive than usual.

You cleared your throat, breaking the stalemate between the two men and placed your hand in First's. "Thank you for the dance, Earl Connard. It was a pleasure to meet you."

The Earl glared at you then spun on his heel towards a group of servants who had trays of alcohol.

You sighed in relief and turned to face First properly. "Thanks for that."

He smiled gently. "Of course. You looked deeply uncomfortable with your situation so I simply sought to remedy it." The music began to play and the people around you began to move.

"We should probably move-!"

A hand slipped around your waist and pulled you close as First moved you both along. You could feel the blush race over your face as you looked up at First whose smile had a hint of mischief in it.

"You did accept to dance with me and I intend to collect upon that acceptance."

You let your mouth click shut as First led you across the dance floor far more gracefully than Earl Connard had. His hands guided you with gentle pressure and his eyes were locked on you the whole time.

You started to feel dizzy for a reason that had nothing to do with the alcohol from earlier and you scrambled for something to say.

"You clean up nice." You wanted to slap yourself.

First let out a low hum. "Thank you. You look absolutely wonderful tonight. Your outfit suits you well." His eyes raked over you and you nearly shivered from the feeling.

Eventually, the music ended and you pulled away from First slowly, your cheeks still burning. A hand reached up to brush against your blush and a voice came close to your ear.

"You are feverish. Perhaps some air would do you well." First carefully led you to a balcony door and slipped through it, letting the cool night air wash over you.

You didn't realise how hot you were until you shivered from the cold. A shield of warmth pressed against your side and you startled for a moment before noticing First had slipped his jacket around you.

"There. I did not realise it would be this cold outside. I do not wish for you to fall unwell."

You nodded, swallowing. "Thanks and thanks again for getting me away. He was super creepy, what with trying to feel me up and kissing my hand and calling me dear."

First frowned and turned to you more fully. "Feeling you up?"

Shrugging, you tried to phrase it without setting of the now clearly irated Hero. "He tried to move his hand lower than my waist when we were dancing and he kissed my hand which made me feel super gross."

First's jaw clenched and his eyes burrowed into yours. "Which hand?" His sentence was clipped and firm.

You waved the hand Earl Connard had kissed awkwardly. "I'm going to wash it as soon as I ca-!"

For the second time that night, you were stunned into silence as First grasped your hand and pressed a gentle kiss to it, his eyes locked on yours.

"My deepest apologies for not seeing your distress sooner."

"No problem." You said faintly.

He kept your hand grasped in his as he ran a thumb over your knuckles. "Did you at least enjoy the festivities before encountering 'that man'?" He asked.

Your brain was like mush that you let the truth slip out. "Honestly, a little disappointed. It's my first time at something as fancy as this, but I was bored. I didn't really talk to anyone and the only dancing I got to do was with that ass until you rescued me."

First frowned and stepped back to bow again. "Well, may I have another dance? It would be a shame to not show off your beauty tonight. Especially since this is your first ball."

Your breath left you in an instant and you nodded absently. He smiled at you and pulled you close once again.

"Aren't we going inside?"

"You are still flushed, my dear. It would be best if you were to cool off a little further before rejoining the ball. But that does not mean we cannot still dance." First said as he slipped a hand onto your waist.

You grasped his shoulder and tried not to watch the muscle flex under your grip.

This was probably going to be a long dance and the others would tease you to death if they caught you out here in First's arms.

(But damn, what a way to go~)

#LU First #linked universe #linked universe x reader #loz #The Fancy Ball Fic #ink x reader #First is a gentleman who abuses his talent to flirt with you #meanwhile Reader went to Shang from Mulan's School of Flirting #Reader has definately said 'You fight good' to First at least once #Pray for Reader #Fun Fact - Connard is french for shithead #how i name characters #sometimes i just google translate an attribute and use that

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cheekygreenty · 3 years

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Leave Me Lonely p.1 - The Darkling x Reader

Based on Ariana Grande’s song Leave me Lonely ft.Macy Grey. Was supposed to be just one part but I got carried away as per usual 🤓

'Get the General!' Zoya's eyes were borderline frantic but her composure remained the same, the once pristine blue kefta was dirty and ragged and her long luscious hair was disheveled, a piece of it in the way of a small cut on her temple.

'Zoya are you alright?' You were exiting the General's tent when you saw her approach, your body filled with an alarming feeling as you raced to meet her and some other Grisha, The skiff, she was manning a skiff across the Fold not even an hour ago, why is she back?

She ignored your question and continued with her dutifulness, 'The General, this is urgent'

You nodded and ran back, mind whirling with the possibilities of the skiffs return. Zoya was a great Squaller who'd successfully manned many journeys across the Fold so why was she back here, all scratched and bruised.

He was conversing with First Army Lieutenants and Captains when a rough grasp around his arm interrupted the flowing conversation. He squared his shoulders but when he saw your panicked face, he relaxed but only the smallest amount. Not even 10 minutes beforehand you two were involved in a heavy argument and at the feel of his tense muscles beneath his kefta, you guessed he thought you were back for more.

You had a right to come back and throw insults at his face, hell, he was the one who brought out that side of you. A vicious, ruthless, and malevolent side you never knew you had, but you ignored that urge.

-Dangerous Love, you're no good for me darling-

'We have a situation.' You cocked your head in Zoya's direction and waited until his company excused themselves and stood to the side before you let Zoya speak.

'I think we may have a sun-summoner.' She said without any negligible hesitancy. The tent suddenly froze in time. The Grisha held their breath and the otkazat'sya paled as your eyes grew wide. A Sun-Summoner.

'We were 2 markers in and were attacked by volcra, a searing light came out of nowhere, or rather came out of a girl, a first-army soldier.' You could see the lieutenant perk up at the sound of one of his being mentioned but Aleksander's expression hadn't changed since Zoya started talking.

'Bring her to me.'

'A Healer is bringing her now.' As she concluded her statements, she silently moved off to the crowd of other Grisha who'd come back from the skiff journey looking equally as shaken as she did.

You leaned back on the desk for support as you settled the information she'd just given you. This was Zoya, a very, very credible witness who'd just said a Sun-Summoner had been found. A legend come true, a myth that no longer needed debunking.

You looked at him again, this time noticing a flicker of hope in his eyes. He stared right back into your own wide eyes and gave a gentle nod followed by a small squeeze of reassurance to your hand which still held a tight hold on his arm. He kept his back to the entrance but you had a full view of her once the tent flap opened.

She was brought in by two guards in a scuffed First-Army uniform, Whether it was from the volcra or just daily use, you didn't know. She looked slightly sickly but mostly scared, like a wounded animal being hunted by its prey.

'Bring her closer.' You had let go of his arm now, that feeling of surety left you cold as his touch disappeared from yours. The guards brought her forth a bit more, letting her go and stepping back as their General finally turned around.

'Closer.' She took a tiny step forward. The poor girl is petrified.

'Well?'

'Well, what. Sir?' She was on the defense, I don't blame her. He was intimidating even when he wasn't using his powers.

'What are you?'

'Alina Starkov, Assistant Cartographer, Royal Corps of Surveyors.' Her fearful expression suddenly changed into a more devastated one. 'They’re all gone. It’s my fault. That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?'

'Answer the question.' He leaned back against the desk just as you did.

'A mapmaker, sir' It was clear to you that Ms.Starkov had no idea why she was here. She was scared, alone, and being interrogated by the most feared man in all of Ravka. The tent erupted in a peal of laughter but you had no time for such snobbiness.

'Quiet' You ordered and a silence fell over the space once again. There was a time when you wouldn't dare command a tent full of Grisha, but Aleksander had changed you; changed the way all his Grisha looked at you.

'So who actually saw what happened? Zoya? You manned the mainsail.'

Zoya repeated what she told you, and Aleksander asked the girl whether she'd been tested but your ears stopped listening once she'd stated she grew up in Keramzin. You too grew up in Keramzin before you were shipped off to the Little Palace to train and become a skilled Heartrenderer. You knew they tested all the children, so how the hell did she slip through the cracks?

You came back from your thoughts just as Aleksander approached her and subsequently amplified her powers. A beam of light so bright and strong you felt some heat from it pounced from her skin and up through the ceiling.

Everyone looked away from the harsh ray but you couldn't turn away. It was beautiful and magical, the physical embodiment of hope, but short-lived as Aleksander let her go and she fell back with a look of awe. He moved quickly, whispering into Ivan's ear and then moving back to you.

'Accompany them to the Little Palace. Ride on a horse and be on the lookout, and give her your kefta.' You nodded curtly, knowing he only trusted his inner circle with the transport of the Sun-Summoner to Os Alta, and that included you. Alina was dragged out from the tent still in a daze of her own.

Your earlier argument with him vanished from your memory as he leaned down to briefly kiss you on the top of your head, 'Be safe.' And with that, you left to find your horse.

***

The backroads were peaceful and quiet as your horse galloped along the dirt road. You wanted so badly to sit in the carriage and speak to Alina, a fellow child of Keramzin, but you listened to Aleksander's command and served as a lookout for any oncoming dangers. So far it had been all clear, but as you approached a hill, a tree blocking the road caught your attention. You slid off your horse and signaled the coachmen to stop too.

'The road is blocked! Beware!' One of them shouted and then all hell broke loose. Shots came from everywhere and anywhere while your horse, in a frightful spell, escaped the way you came.

You had no clear line of vision as dust and dirt clouds plummed above ground and a bullet scratched your left shoulder, then your leg. Your eyes stung and lungs burned as you tried to get yourself out of direct lines of bullets and bombs, eventually finding a place behind thick trees.

Ivan and Fedyor joined you almost immediately both panting and the latter holding his hand to his chest.

'You're bleeding Y/N, where is your kefta?' Fedyor panicked and lay his other hand on your leg where the blood glistened like a jewel.

'How many are there?' Ivan risked asking, trying to get your mind off of the bleeding wounds. Your hands were up in the air as you listened for heartbeats and your heart dropped to your stomach. Too many.

'At least 15 more.' You looked around the Grisha desperately devising a plan in your head that would bring you all out alive.

'Get to the carriage, protect the girl' You signaled to the three Heartrenderers and Squaller.

'But you're hurt and you cannot fight the-' Ivan was cut off by the darkening of the forest, a classic tell that Aleksander was here. Relief flooded you all. The shadows loomed over you, directing their course to near the carriage and then up ahead to where Alina was.

You waited for him to erupt from behind the trees and help you, but the minutes ticked by and you were still hiding from the skilled Fjerdan fighters without backup. Fedyor looked to you, disappointment and pity clear on his face.

Only momentarily did the fighting cease as bullets carried on their assault. You assumed they would flee from the fear of being in the Darkling's presence, but they hit back twice as hard. In return, you all fought back equally as strong, knocking out bodies left right and center despite your dwindling body.

All throughout the fight, you had one thing on your mind and that was why Aleksander chose to ignore you. Was he still mad from your argument? No that couldn't possibly be why he would leave you to potentially die at the hands of druskelle.

Yes you were a soldier, but no doubt he knew the extents of the Fjerdan army and their skilled fighters. If outnumbered, a Grisha was basically of no use.

-If you're gonna love me and leave me hanging here....-

You understood she was the Sun-Summoner but you were you. You were the person he shared his bed with every night, the person who could calm his stormy mind, and the person who stayed with him through it all even though you hurt more than he loved. It stung like a throbbing wound and snagged at your already dwindling will to keep the relationship alive.

-then I'd rather you leave me lonely-

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Part 2

Taglist

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anisecandy · 2 years

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In your spidervenom fanfics it’s mentioned that Peter and Eddie have already had their “experiences” before doing it with venom.The question is:how was Peter and Eddie “first time”?Idk if you ever going to write it but I would be glad to read it

And I’d love to write it some day! Once I'll have time, I probably will, although there are other ideas I wish to write down first... (like for example, Eddie helping Aunt May with the dishes after a christmas dinner, and having a long talk with her, while Peter runs out to fight crime as he always does, I just think some domesticity like that would be neat). But I have some general ideas so if you want to read headcanons...

SpiderVenom first time headcanons

(KIDS LOOK AWAY, THIS ONE ISN'T FOR YOU)

At this point in time, Eddie's most likely both very touch-starved and unapproachable. This makes honestly all kinds of physical affection difficult and at first they have to take things really slow and easy into intimacy. This confuses Peter a lot and often he finds himself worried if he's doing something wrong? If he's just plain so unattractive to Eddie? If he's misreading the signs and Eddie actually doesn't really want a relationship?? And all other kinds of your typical Peter Overthinking & Inferiority Complex.

Also, as I've once mentioned, I headcanon Eddie as a person with very little experience when it comes to relationships. Peter is the first man he's ever been with, and he's super nervous about that.

So things aren't looking too good for now.

Symby is there to help though! It's about the best help you could get when it comes to communicating. It pushes Eddie to explain how he easily gets overwhelmed by Peter's affection, after being alone and used to being hated and rejected for so long. It also helps fill in the parts Eddie leaves out because he's too self-conscious about them. What a legend. We all need Symby.

So with time the first problem gets resolved, although it takes lots of patience, understanding and support.

As for the second problem... well, Eddie is pretty good at doing research. So he gets himself educated. And goes from "dying out of stress" to "only having a mild heart attack" when he considers making love to Peter.

I know I'm mostly talking about Eddie's side of things here. That's because Peter is a pretty simple creature when it comes to this kind of things.

Peter is just horny.

Peter is a very physical person, who expresses a lot of his emotions through physical affection. So honestly, this is pretty stressful for him. But he's also very respectful and proves to be able to wait. (Although he dies inside a little each time Eddie backs out of making out session or walks him home after a date and wishes him goodnight, never wishing to stay for the night)

That's why I think their first time was deeply intimate, but also incredibly boring from an outside perspective.

I imagine it happening during a movie date at home, that evolves into a making out session.

Things are going pretty well and Eddie seems to be both comfortable and receptive, so Peter gets a little more handsy than usual. This, to his surprise, results in a positive reaction and they both start to get quite bold with their caresses and kisses.

Eventually, upon noticing how aroused Eddie is, Peter gets a bit lost in the moment and gets ahead of himself, beginning to stroke him, as he kisses down his neck.

At that, Eddie completely stiffens, so Peter immediately stops, certain that he messed everything up.

But after a moment of hesitation, trembling breath and being so very lost in what to do, Eddie pulls him back in.

He's not really able to communicate much at the moment, but he says that he's okay with this, that he'd like Peter to continue and as he does, he reaches out to return the favor.

So Peter gets on his lap and they begin mutually pleasuring each other.

It's very awkward and slow and sweet.

Eddie asks Peter what makes him feel best and if he should change the pace or pressure and Peter replies with how he likes it the most when it's fast and intense. When Peter asks the same question, Eddie says he'd like him to go slower and tighten his grip.

They both finish pretty quickly, since the sexual tension was going for months and months and months for now.

They don't really do much more this evening either, this might not have seemed like much, but they are both emotionally exhausted after this (and in need of shower and clean clothes).

They spend the rest of the night cuddling. Eddie falls asleep almost immediately, but Peter for the longest time is too buzzed up to turn off his brain.

What finally calms him down is Symby, coming out to snuggle and have a little pillow talk. Peter is such a gossip girl, he totally wants to know how Eddie felt about this whole thing and what he'll be going against in the future (aka, if their/Eddie's previous partners were good in bed and if Symby thinks Peter will be able to be even better).

Symby goodheartedly tells him off, because it is not a gossip girl.

Eventually Peter also drifts off, with Symby being a warm, loving blanket around his shoulders.

They will both cry the next day when they'll see how much cleaning the couch will need.

#spidervenom #spideyvenom #eddie brock #peter parker #venom #spiderman #venom comics #headcanon #ask #my writing

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artzychic27 · 3 years

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In honor of the glorious pride month (Coming up soon), please enjoy these Miraculous Pride Headcanons!

Inspired by this post by @transvoltronhc

You a TERF? Fuck off, beeyatch!

Marinette- The Pan Trans Queen we all Need 🏳️‍⚧️

She/Her- Pansexual/Polyamorous

Every time Marinette inhales, a terf gets punched

Every time Marinette exhales, a trans kid gets a flag

She and Nathaniel supply the face paint

She’s very vocal at pride and gets super violent with protesters

Marinette: *Punching protester while her friends cheer* I don’t wanna see your disgusting face here ever again, you filthy pig! Same goes for the rest of you!

Terfs go to protest, walk away covered in bruises and with a tiny crush on the bluenette

Got into a muscle-flexing contest and won first

Dyed her hair the colors of the pan flag and walks around with a brightly colored, bedazzled trans flag cape

Supplies juice boxes and cookies for the pride kids

She and Marc pass out colorful binders, flower crowns, and starter makeup kits

Drag Queens and Kings LOVE her and are always giving her hugs whenever she walks by / She’s even been commissioned by them to make outfits for their next shows. The audience loved them

Alya- The Badass Pansexual Pirate 🏴‍☠️

She/Her but is not opposed to They/Them

Actually has dressed like a pirate with a sword the colors of her flag. Anarka was so proud

Will punch TERFs with their Pan bestie any day

Ships random people

Leaves many girls swooning as she walks by in her thigh high leather boots

Alya: Sorry ladies, I’m spoken for. *Kisses Nino*

No one dares to flirt with her because she’s out of everyone’s league

One protester made a transphobic comment about Nino, and Alya immediately hit em with a frying Pan

The chaotic aunt of pride

Death drops are flawless!

Hands out phone cases they painted the colors of different pride flags

Born This Way is her anthem

Has many pride-themed superhero tank-tops ‘Super Gay 4 Super Girl’ ‘I’m Bi Man’ ‘Deadpool was at Stonewall’

Nino- The Insanely Cool Bi Trans Guy 😎🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him

Marinette made him a bedazzled cape so they could match

Mari and Kim’s brother in Transness

Dresses in hoodies no matter how hot it is

One of the mom friends. / Everyone wants to be adopted by him. / He once put everyone on baby leashes so they wouldn’t wander off

Everyone refers to him as “Trans DJ Jesus” because he wore sandals with a long curly wig one time. (To this day, no one knows why he did it)

Takes a five-minute break to Vogue with the drag queens

Supplies the music while skateboarding. He blasts every gay national anthem known to humankind

Alya, Adrien, Marinette, and Kim are very protective of him. Once, a TERF pushed him to the ground. Alya, Marinette, and Kim beat up the TERF while Adrien treated his friend to some ice cream

Adrien- Shit! We lost the baby! 🏳️‍🌈😱

He/Him & She/Her- Bigender/Bisexual/Polyamorous

Can’t stop, won’t stop wandering off because he’s never been to a Pride parade before

He was surprised at how accepting his father was. Although, it probably had something to do with Nathalie and Gorilla threatening to expose him as Hawkmoth if he didn’t let Adrien go

The class goes ballistic whenever she goes missing and will interrogate anyone

Myléne: *Interrogating a drag queen* Are you hiding him in your wig?! / Marinette: Get her out! She’s so frail! Her dad doesn’t feed her! / Nino: Found him! He was getting ice cream. / Myléne: ... You are free to go.

Nino has to put him on a baby leash every time

Drinks the most juice boxes and eats the most ice cream

Can’t tell when he’s being flirted with / Rando: Hey, cutie. / Adrien: ... My name is Adrien.

Bigender legwarmers, bracelets, and headbands

Dresses in pastels every year, and people just wanna hug him / He's happy to oblige and will hug anyone / Vows to hug the hate out of protesters

Every time Adrien smiles or laughs, a transgender child is accepted by friends and family and then gets a flower crown

Keeps getting asked if she and Marinette are dating. / Adrien: No, we’re just shopping buddies. (Secretly wishes for more)

A girl once asked if he was Cinderella when he wore a blue headband, and he immediately said yes. Now every week for Pride month, she dresses as a different Disney Princess

Nearly fainted when Marinette and Luka entered a flexing contest and Luka’s sleeves tore

Kim- Mari and Nino’s Bi brother in Trans Pride🏳️‍⚧️

He/Him & They/Them- Gender nonconforming

Kim: I’m a guy, I like blouses and heels, deal with it, people!

Kim/Mari/Nino: Bedazzled Cape Squad!

Muscle shirts and converse sneakers / Has a tank top that reads, ‘I flexed so hard the sleeves came off’

Got into a muscle-flexing contest against Luka and Marinette and got third place (No one beats Marinette)

Also can’t tell when they’re being flirted with

Alix and Max convinced him to dress in drag, and he went all out. Now he has the respect of many drag queens. And every pride parade, he wears heels and a huge wig

Gives everyone (Mainly Max) piggyback rides

Asked Max to be his boyfriend at one pride parade, and people thought it was so cute! They named that day, ‘Kimax Day’

Max- Not a Robot, I’m Agender 🤖

They/Them

Has many pride tank-tops and pins with puns / ‘Error 404 Gender Not Found’ ‘I Don’t Speak Binary Code’ ‘2/3 of the Invisible Trio’

Has Marinette paint their cheeks the colors of the agender and asexual flags

Has one of those digital backpacks with pixelated images on the front

Downloads Pride songs for Markov to blasts from their speakers

When they and Alix convinced Kim to dress in drag, Max may or may not have drooled a bit

Progress Pride Flag cape, socks, and nails

When protestors attack, Max goes all LGBT scientist on their butts, explaining the difference between gender and sex, what hormone blockers actually do, and how not every gay person has AIDS

Once beat up a sleazy protester for... Feeling Kim down there / Max: *Hitting protester with a baseball bat* If you ever do that again, I will fit Markov with a laser and have them slice your rotten dick off!

Marinette and Nathaniel helped them make pride bracelets with the sexualities and gender identities written in binary code. The pride nerds LOVED them

Nathaniel: Our Beautiful BiRomantic Son 🎨

He/Him

He and Marinette paint everyone’s faces before every pride parade

Painted an asexual heart on his Bi flag and wore it as a cape

Cuffed jeans, boots, tucked-in shirt, beanie, pride buttons / Paints pride flags on his denim jacket and shorts

Marc does his makeup, and he looks fabulous

His grandma teaches him how to fight in case of violent Christian protesters / Grandma: Sweetie, you’re Jewish and Bisexual, the world is gonna tear you apart. Learn how to give a mean left hook.

Once took over a face painting booth, now he does it every Pride Month

Enters the 'Crush a watermelon between your thighs' contest every time and always wins first

Saw couples cosplaying as Mightillustrator and Inverser, and cried tears of joy

He and Marc cosplay as couples at every pride parade. The fan favorites are Keith and Lance, Tweek and Craig, and Michael and Rich

CANNOT have too much sugar or he goes crazy and wakes up with no memories of what he did

The next day after an intense sugar high, people were saluting as he walked by and calling him ‘General of the Bisexual Battalion’ / He’s not complaining or questioning it / He has an army now and will one day take over all of Europe. Then the world.

Marc: The Rainbow Flag has Taken a Human Form🏳️‍🌈

Nonbinary- He/Him & They/Them

A True Pride Legend

Born on June 1st at a pride parade.

A singer helped deliver him, his cord was cut by a sword Lesbian, he was swaddled in a drag queen’s glitter cape, and their name was thought of by a drag king

This moment was so beautiful that many protesters cried and decided to join the parade

Everyone will literally stop what they’re doing just to get a picture with them / Everyone loves Marc!

Got into a splits contest and won

Makes flower crowns and knits rainbow flag scarves to pass out to everyone

Certified Mom Friend

Does everyone's makeup

Loses his shit when his shorter friends get lost in crowds

Hugs pride kids who were forced to sneak out or were kicked out of their homes then buys them ice cream / He and Nathaniel have adopted over fifty Pride kids who were kicked out of their homes

Joins Adrien in dressing like a Disney Princess. He SLAYED as Snow White

It may not seem like it, but Marc can throw a punch and fight with one hand right behind their back

Beat up a transphobic asshole for trying to “correct” a trans boy by forcing himself onto him. / They never did find the man’s body. In fact, all of his personal information was gone. Almost like he had never even existed... / Marc looks cute, but he can be terrifying when he needs to be

Alix: Two Out of 3 💚💜🖤🤍

She/Her & They/Them

Leaves many girls swooning as they skate by

Devious little shit

She doesn’t beat up protesters like her classmates. She pranks them until they cry / One year, they all ended up covered in rainbow glitter and pink feathers / Adrien and Rose help them make glitter bombs to throw at protesters, then they run away giggling

Wears sarcastic Pride shirts and black shorts with her roller skates

She and Jalil come out to their father every June

Alix: Father. I am AroAce! / Jalil: Also, I am gay! / Alim: Kids, I know. You’ve been doing this every year. / Jalil: Well... Thank you for being an ally!

This is the only time she’ll wear makeup / She wears it like war paint. Only it’s rainbow

Drinks the most juice out of everyone

Ships people with Alya. SHIPPING BUDS!

Myléne: Smol Asexual Bean ♠️

She/Her

Goes all out for Pride Month / Rolls around in glitter with Rose and Sabrina before every parade

Dyes her hair all rainbow / Wears a ‘Shakespeare was Here’ shirt with her asexual flag skirt

Has also beaten up homophobes and transphobes

Is the most vocal when it comes to putting those assholes in their place. Ivan has to hold her back sometimes

After an acephobe after they made certain comments (You ace folk know what I’m talkin ‘bout) She roundhouse kicked them / Every protester knows not to mess with the bohemian girl

Will blast The PROM soundtrack at max volume from her phone

Cosplays as musical characters. Veronica Sawyer was a fan favorite

Part of the “Where the Hell is Adrien?” Squad

Ivan: My Girlfriend is Stronger than Me, and it’s So Hot 💪😍

Prefers He/Him but is cool with other pronouns - Questioning his gender so isn’t using any labels right now

The responsible auncle

Mari and Alya’s partner in Pansexuality/ He can’t help if everyone is attractive, he just can’t!

Looks like he can kill you, but is actually a cinnamon role. Myléne on the other hand...

Has let Marc do their makeup and nails, and looks gorgeous!

Did drag. Slayed. Rocks those three-inch heels.

Tank tops and shorts club

Like Marinette, no one dares to flirt with him. Not because he’s out of their league, but because they’re scared of his girlfriend

Dyes his blonde tuft pastel pink every year

More pacifistic than her friends are when it comes to protesters, but if the right buttons are pressed, hell shall be raised

They join Alya and Alix in shipping random people

Rose: The Lovely Lipstick Lesbian💄

She/Her- Breaking lesbian stereotypes est. 2004

The kind aunt who supports all of her niblings

Has been going to pride with her dads since she was born/ One of her dads is a retired drag queen

Wears her rainbow fairy wings every year

Has a lesbian flag with dozens of girls' phone numbers written on it. / Doesn’t wear it anymore now that she has Juleka

Throws fistfuls of glitter at protesters and yells at them, “LIGHTEN UP!”

Sprinkles glitter on pride kids and tells them to sparkle

Marinette helps her make rainbow unicorn plushies to hand out to children every year

Dresses as Disney Princesses with Adrien and Marc. Princess Squad!

Bakes cookies to pass around

Drag Kings and Queens love this girl! She’s cute, loud, and carries glitter everywhere

Butch lesbians learn not to flirt with her after their encounter with Juleka

To piss of protesters, she dipped Juleka and kissed her for ten whole seconds / Rose: I bet your husbands don’t love you like that. / Drag Queens: BUUUUUURN!

Juleka: The Gay Witch 🖤🏳️‍🌈

She/Her & They/Them - Total lesbian

Was there when Marc was born, and will never forget that day. (She has an impressive memory, even as a baby)

They swore they saw a rainbow when he was born

Dresses as a witch and wears red eye contacts to every pride event so she freaks out protesters

Has actually cursed them / They just bought the spellbook off of Amazon

Carries around a rainbow parasol

Carries Rose under every threshold she comes across

Is a lot louder at pride events than on regular days

She actually sang Girls Like Girls up on stage, and everyone went wild

Sometimes wears suits

When they saw Rose being flirted with by some butch lesbians, they went ballistic / Now the butch lesbians are terrified of her forever

She and Luka help out with painting her friends’ nails and dying their hair

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride month

Luka: The Responsible Hot & Chaotic Auncle 💖💚💙

Agender- They/Them, He/Him, She/Her - Polysexual/Polyamorous

“For me, gender is like silence... I’m just not into it.”

Doesn’t really care what pronouns people use for him

Wears dresses to every pride parade. Anarka and Juleka have never been so proud

Is always doing drag cosplay. Marc and Nathaniel have never been so proud / They had people gawking when they did Jessica Rabbit cosplay

Purposely bends over in front of people, while wearing leggings, skirts, skinny jeans, or short shorts. Marinette, Kagami, and Adrien got nosebleeds

Marinette/Kagami/Adrien: Luka's ass in those shorts is a Godsend.

Dyes her hair rainbow every pride parade

The minute June starts, they’ll get up in the morning, grab their Polysexual flag, and just run around the city

Has been coming up with Pride songs to sing at protesters. Many of the songs insult them. / Luka: Okay! This one goes out to the trash behind barriers, it’s called, “Please shut the fuck up, you homophobic dildos!”

Got into a flexing contest and won second, but at the cost of their sequined sleeves

Asked Adrien, Marinette, and Kagami to be his significant others at a pride event. They all said yes

Has carried Adrien and Marinette on her biceps, and Kagami on her shoulders

Adrien: ... I marrying them first. / Marinette: Get in the back of the line, blonde wonder! / Kagami: Both of you move to the back.

Kagami: While You Were Busy Being Hetero, I Studied the Blade 🗡

She/Her - PanRomantic/Polyamorous

Surprisingly, her mother was very supportive. She even bought Kagami a rainbow sword / Turns out, Tamoe had a few flings herself. 😉

Kagami came out to the whole fencing team by wearing a pansexual-flag print fencing mask. Adrien squealed all through practice

She didn’t quite understand what polyamory meant and was confused as to why she had crushes on Adrien, Marinette, and Luka at the same time

After a bit of explaining and reassuring her that it was totally normal and not being disloyal to a partner, Kagami came to terms with being polyamorous

Tamoe allowed Kagami to go to her first Pride Parade. On the condition that she take her sword to ward off protesters

She was so overwhelmed and wasn’t entirely sure what to do until she found Marinette, Luka, and Adrien in the crowd with their friends

The four of them hung out together and got closer

Believes Adrien in pastels is one of the purest things on Earth

When Marinette and Luka entered the flexing contest, Kagami had to keep Adrien and herself from fainting

When Luka asked her, Marinette, and Adrien to be his significant others she tried to resist the urge to jump and squeal, but couldn’t hold it in

Likes it when Marinette wraps her trans flag around her. It’s so warm

Chased off a protester and TERF with her sword. They said some shit about Marinette being ‘fake’, Luka being ‘greedy’, and Adrien being a ‘pansy’, and she just snapped / While screaming in rapid Japanese, she chased about fifty protesters away. Her SOs were so proud.

Sabrina: The Ginger Gent 👑🏳️‍🌈

She/Her, He/Him in Drag- PanRomantic

Rolls around in glitter, as is a Drag tradition

Dresses in drag. / The Ginger Gent is her drag king name and she’s got like a glam rocker theme going on

Sequined leather jacket, coiffed toupee, glitter makeup

Started doing drag when she was twelve. Her dad supported her wholeheartedly and even entered her in junior drag contests. She took first place three times

Sometimes puts on private drag shows for Chloé. (Nothing weird!)

Marinette helps makes most of her costumes

Luka’s partner in Drag / Together, they kick ass and still look glamorous

A makeup expert (Next to Marc)

Roger taught her self defense / If you're going to Pride, learn to fight

Has taken down thirty protesters, his hair still looks awesome, and there's not a sequin out of place.

Chloé: The Badass Polysexual Demigirl 💖💚💙

She/Her and They/Them

Not really that attracted to guys

Best dressed. / Marc/Luka/Sabrina: She wishes!

Only allows Marc to do their makeup, no one else!

She has her own float in the parade / She passes out rainbow boas

Taking names and kicking butt

Has actually choked a protester with their flag and they don't do a thing about it since they're the mayor's child

Chloe: It pays to have political power. / Marinette: In this situation.

Doesn't tell people, but they came to Marinette, Nino, and Kim about gender stuff when they were questioning their identity

The day was spent teaching Chloe about the trans spectrum until she found the gender that felt right to her

Whenever Chloe gets excited, she makes out with the first girl she comes across. / Many young female protesters started questioning things when the blonde's lips grazed against theirs'

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