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theimperialnuisance · 8 months

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Prompt 2: Bark

the sharp explosive cry of certain animals, especially a dog, fox, or seal.

Character(s): Atticus Wolfram and some random poor Hyur in Ul’dah Cw: mild language, implied violence Word count: 1758 Notes: So this took a bit because I got super invested in it. (This also contains my own hc with Reaper and voidsent stuff!) Remember when I said to not piss off Attitcus’s voidsent? Well here’s that. /runs/

“Got a job for you–should be easy.”

Atticus took a swig of his ale as a small piece of parchment was passed to him across the table. He read it over a few times before looking back up at the Roegadyn in front of him with a frown. “You mean you have a job for the Raven,” he stated flatly, eyeing his client suspiciously. “You called me here telling me you needed my skill as your Gunbreaker but from the looks of this, you actually need my skill as a Reaper.”

The Roegadyn shrugged with an amused huff. “Would you’ve come here if I was honest?” And when he was met with silence, he continued on with ease. “Listen, a mere thug couldn’t make this man shake in his boots, I need a real threat to silence him. He’s been slandering my business to anyone he sees–”

“You run a pretty shady business, Loezais.” Atticus cut in, arching an eyebrow. “I’m honestly surprised you haven’t been arrested by the Flames by now.”

Loezais glanced behind Atticus’s shoulder, as if expecting someone to burst through his private office before leaning forward with a sigh. “That’s not the point of why I need you. I need you to rough him up a bit, scare him a little, and also he somehow managed to steal some documents that very well could get me arrested. I need them back–his slander isn’t really an issue if he doesn’t have the blackmail.”

“Well,” Atticus chuckled, leaning back and crossing his arms. “You should’ve started with that information in the first place. I can’t very well have my best client go under, now can I?” His tone was laced with sarcasm that Loezais didn’t find the least bit amusing.

“Are you going to take the job or not?”

“And why can’t you do it?” Atticus tested as he leaned forward again, knowing the question would get him nowhere. “Your appearance alone is enough to send anyone running.”

Loezais threw him another displeased look. “You’re the Raven, aren’t you? My reputation is only shady, not formidable like yours.”

A silent standoff passed between them before Atticus finally threw his hands up in defeat. “Alright, alright.” he knocked back the rest of his ale and stood up, scraping the chair against the floor. “Your reward amount is big enough to pay off some of my other debts so I’ll take the job.” Atticus snatched the parchment from the table, glancing back at Loezais who looked way too smug. The Elezen threw him a disapproving look before making his leave. “Just, don’t lure me under false pretenses next time.”

–=--=--=--=- A mere thug couldn’t sway the man and apparently, neither could a Reaper with a terrifying reputation. Mayhap because the Hyur was new to Ul’dah and didn’t really know of the Raven, but of course, Loezais wasn’t the type to do much research when it came to anyone who slandered his business. It was honestly almost laughable how easily this man was able to outsmart Loezais to steal the documents in the first place and if it wasn’t for the fact that Atticus was getting a sizable amount of gil from this, he would’ve sat back and watched Loezais’s bad deals finally catch up to him. But alas, a job was a job, and as much as he hated to admit it, Loezais was one of his best clients; he couldn’t walk away empty-handed.

The job was easier said than done though, because despite the fact the man couldn’t hold a candle to Atticus strength wise, it was his smart-arse mouth that started to make things difficult. He was certainly annoying to say the least and it made it all the more satisfying to send him crashing to his back after they finsiehd their brawl.

Atticus leaned over the man who was slumped against the wall, a little bit of blood leaking from his mouth as he tried to continue jeering up at the other who bested him. “I’d be careful who you steal from next time,” Atticus threatened lightly. “You try to screw over the ones who screwed you over in Ul’dah, you suffer the consequences.”

And with that, Atticus plucked the documents from the man’s bag and straightened up. “I certainly enjoyed this meeting,” he said lightly, dusting himself off and slinging his scythe onto his back again. “I went easy on you this time since you didn’t know any better, but next time, it won’t be so pleasant–for you at least.” With one final look at the man, Atticus turned to take his leave.

The Hyur however, didn’t seem ready to back down despite being knocked down. “So that’s it?” he spat as he struggled to stand back up on his feet. “All of that and you’re just going to walk away?”

Atticus’s eyes narrowed as he slowly turned around, ready to throw a witty remark his way but the man opened his mouth again.

“Looks like you’re all bark and no bite,” the Hyur said smugly as he wiped the blood from his mouth. “I thought you had a reputation that should leave me ‘shakin'!’” He made a mock gesture as if he was scared but his taunting smile said otherwise.

Cocky bastard.

Atticus froze, feeling his blood boil, and while all he wanted was to continue leaving, knowing this nuisance of a man wasn’t worth anymore of his time, the Elezen knew all too well the overwhelming furry washing over him was moreso from his voidsent, not his own self.

Curse this new-found connection they had formed. His voidsent was beginning to get bold, trying to take over more often as of late over the smallest of annoyances.

Ignore it. Atticus grit his teeth, his hands lightly curling into fists as he fought against the unwanted rage clawing to get out. He’s just trying to rally you as a defense, he’s not worth it. He had the documents Loezais requested, the job was done–he’d be a fool to try and continue his slander without any proof.

But still, what if he went missing? He’d be doing the whole city-state a favor wiping his smug face from existence, wouldn’t he? It was after all the true request of his client. He was asked to get the documents back yes, but didn’t he also state needing a real threat to silence him and his slander in the first place? He didn’t specify how it was to be done…

No. No. Atticus knew he may be many things but a killer was not one of them.

“What, you’re just going to stand there? Is your tongue tied?” The man continued to sneer, bringing Atticus back to the fact that he was indeed just standing there having an internal war with himself. “Did I hit a nerve? Are you the type to just make empty threats and run away?”

(“So you’re just going to run away?! Gods be dammed who you leave behind?!”)

“You don’t know me,” Atticus muttered darkly, feeling his own anger begin to mount as the man’s words began to bring up old unwanted memories. Memories of home. Memories of betrayal and guilt. Memories of him. Still, the man continued his jeers and insults, making it increasingly difficult for Atticus to know who was becoming more enraged–him or his voidsent.

“You’re a right coward,” the man laughed. “like a pup running away with his tail between his legs! I bet that’s exactly what you did before now and why you’re running around doing someone else’s dirty work! You can’t face your own problems!”

(You’re a coward, Ven! You turn your back on the Empire, on your people! All because you cannot face your own problems!”)

Shutupshutupshutup! Atticus pressed his hands over his ears before finally, the thread holding back his voidsent snapped.

He wasn’t exactly sure if the giddy feeling in his chest belonged to him or his voidsent but either way, he felt his lips curl into a gleeful smile as he watched the man’s expression finally twist into one of pure terror, his mouth immediately snapping closed. That’s much better.

He loomed toward the man who let out a startled yelp and took a hesitant step back. But it was much too late, and Atticus was much too fast.

Weapon drawn, eyes gleaming blood red, he lunged.

–-=--=--=--

“Here’s your gil,” A velvet pouch was passed to Atticus across the table but he made no move to grab it, lost deep in thought. Loezais continued to speak to him but the words didn’t register. It wasn’t until the man was snapping his fingers in front of his face that Atticus came back to reality, blinking in confusion.

“Pardon?” he asked slowly.

“You sure are out of it today,” his client chuckled, crossing his arms as he sat back in his chair. “I asked how ya did it? What exactly did you do to get him to stop? I haven’t heard a single word outta him whenever I’m at the Quicksand…haven’t seen him around much of late either now that I think about it.” he added in quiet bemusement.

Atticus’s expression remained stoic though his heart sank to his stomach. Truth be told, he blacked out the moment his voidsent snapped (or was it him?) When he came to his senses again, the sight before him was one of absolute carnage, and he was sure to have nightmares about it for moons on end. Thankfully no one else was around which made the clean up swift and he made sure to give the man a proper send off–it was the only way to quell the guilt mounting inside of him over the whole ordeal.

It wasn’t my intention to do that

Atticus let out a slow breath as he grabbed the pouch of gil and pocketed it. There was no way in any layer of hell he would ever tell a soul what had happened that day. “Haven’t I told you before?” Atticus’s eyes darkened but he kept his tone light. “It’s better if you don’t ask. The job is done and that’s all that matters, isn’t?” He turned on his heel and made for the door, not bothering to continue the conversation any further. “You know where to find me for next time.” He lazily waved his hand goodbye in the air and the door closed with a snap.

Atticus was a man known for many things and while a killer wasn’t one of them, his voidsent would beg to differ.

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noforkingclue · 2 years

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By Any Means Chapter 6 (Malcolm Bright x reader)

Prodigal Son tag list: @queenoffandom08, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky

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“So how did you manage this?” you asked as you made your way around the bed, “I thought that Gil would want to have me in his sight at all times.”

“He trusts me and I trust you.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you didn’t commit this crime.”

“Only this one.”

You gave Malcolm an amused looked although you could tell he wasn’t finding this as funny as you were. You sighed and looked around the room, making a point of not looking at the bed. The sheets were still stained with blood and that thought made you queasy.

“You alright?” Malcolm asked

“Fine. Just not every day I see a crime scene.”

“You did see it before.”

“Yes but that was at night. Couldn’t see a lot of details then.”

“And what do you see now.”

“The same thing as last time.”

“Ah.”

Malcolm sounded vaguely disappointed. You moved closer to the picture frame and said,

“I like your mother.”

“My mother.”

“Yes,” you were just about to touch the frame, “Can I touch this?”

“Yeah, we’ve already dusted it for prints. What about my mother do you like?”

“She cares about you,” you trailed a finger along the frame, “A lot. She’s very protective of you and she wants you to be happy.”

“Doesn’t every mother want that for her children?”

“Yes but with you it’s different. Now this is interesting.”

“My mother or the frame.”

You looked over your shoulder and jumped when you realised just how close Malcolm was to you. Malcolm grabbed your wrist to steady you and you felt your cheeks get hot under his grip. You coughed awkwardly and looked down at your wrist. Malcolm quickly realised what you were implying and let go of your wrist. Part of you missed the contact but you forced yourself to say,

“They did hate the art and they do intend to destroy it.”

“So I was right.” Malcolm said with a smirk

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know that already.”

“I knew,” he said, “Maybe I just wanted to get you here.”

“And why might that be?”

“Because I wanted to see your reaction to the crime scene.”

“You-“ you gave him a betrayed look, “I thought you said that you believed me when I said that I had nothing to do with this!”

“I just needed to be completely sure,” Malcolm insisted, “Not with the murder but with the theft. So tell me,” his voice lowered, “How do you know that they want to destroy the painting.”

“The scratches in the wall,” you said slowly, still hurt by Malcolm’s accusations, “If someone was just wanting to steal the painting they’d do it carefully, note the scraps of canvas at the sides. The fact that the knife made these scratches, some of them deep, shows rage. A deep hatred.”

“A hatred for what?”

“You tell me.”

“Either the victim or the artwork.”

“Which we no nothing much about either.”

“A name that is more than likely fake.”

“And a mystery painting.”

You looked at you watch and sighed.

“As much fun as this is I have a lecture I need to get to.”

“A lecture.”

“I’m not about to give up my studies just because you managed to get me off the hook,” you said, “I know I’m innocent and I’m going to prove it but I still need to turn up to class.”

“I know.” Malcolm sounded disappointed

“I’ll ask around,” you said, “See if any of my friends know anything.”

“I thought you did that already.”

“And I have a feeling that he was hiding something.”

You opened the bedroom door and came face to face with Gil. You raised an eyebrow as you pushed passed him.

“Like I said, I’ll ask around. Sure this time I’ll get somewhere.”

You paused just before you left the flat and said,

“Oh and Malcolm, tell your mum I said hi.”

Once you left JT looked at Malcolm and said,

“Didn’t know she knows your mother.”

#fanfiction #prodigal son #reader insert #malcolm bright #malcolm bright x reader #malcolm whitly x reader #malcolm whitly

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onthesandsofdreams · 2 years

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Family, Found

Characters: Elrond & Thranduil, Elrond & Gil-Galad Rating: G Summary: “It is an honor, Prince Thranduil.”Thranduil’s eyes sparkle, eyes as blue as the morning sky during summer, a friendly smile makes its way to his handsome face. “The honor is mine, Elrond Peredhel. I will admit that I have been most eager to meet you.” Words: 1836 Notes: Written as an idea from @eccentricmya regarding Eluréd & Elurín being Oropher & Amdír. Oh boy. I have been absent from this series for a VERY long while, on my defense, I had some serious writers block. Hopefully, I'll be able to finish it now if I write it out of order. I thought of making it a second chapter, but I decided that I would write that second part as another standalone. I have a reason for that, I want to give this and the coming one their own spotlight. Also, I'm going with Gil-Galad, son of Fingon for this series. Names: Eärmir - Sea Jewel / Elhîl - Star Heir / Eleriel - Star Daughter / Celebmeril - Silver Rose

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Elrond stares at the tall blond. He has a portly look, he’s elegant and beautiful. Almost like any other elf. Except. Except that something inside of him calls him in, there is a certain aura about the Prince of the Greenwood that almost feels familiar. Which is strange. He bows, “It is an honor, Prince Thranduil.”

Thranduil’s eyes sparkle, eyes as blue as the morning sky during summer, a friendly smile makes its way to his handsome face. “The honor is mine, Elrond Peredhel. I will admit that I have been most eager to meet you.”

He blinks. That was not something he would have had expected. “I am honored, Prince Thranduil. I look forward getting to know you also.”

The smile that Thranduil send his is a dazzling one. “We should speak at some point, I am most eager to meet King Gil-Galad’s herald and minstrel.”

“It would be my honor.”

It is then, that an amused Ereinion intervenes as he begins leading them into the castle, and he is thankful, because after everything he has heard about King Oropher, his son seems to have swung in the opposite direction. And he is not sure if he should be worried about the fact that Prince Thranduil wants to know him, or intrigued. “I am sure Elrond would be delighted to host you, Prince Thranduil.”

He side eyes Ereinion, but he will not openly speak against the king he serves, and much less against his cousin. “The King speaks true,” is all he says.

Prince Thranduil bows, “Then, I am looking forward to that.” Then, he turns to Ereinion, “You have my thanks, Majesty for your hospitality.”

Ereinion smiles, “We are glad to have you here, Prince Thranduil.” They stop in the room that has been designated for the Prince. “We shall leave you to your rest. I shall sent some light food, and worry not about anything, I will be happy to provide should you need anything.”

“I thank you, Majesty. I think I would appreciate the meal, and perhaps a bath.” The Prince, turns to him again. “You also have my thanks, Lord Elrond.”

“I am happy to serve, Prince Thranduil.” He answers.

They part then, and he and Ereinion walk silently back to the King’s office. Once there, Ereinion asks, “And what do you make of the Prince?”

He frowns a bit, thinking fast. “He seems friendly,” he speaks at last. “And very much unlike to what I have heard of King Oropher, at least, of Oropher’s dislike for the Noldor.”

Ereinion hums in agreement. “Yes, I truly cannot sense any ill temper on the Prince, nor he seems to be hiding the disdain his father has for me, and the rest of our family save Galadriel. A curious thing, but a happy event, really.”

He knows that Ereinion is right. Maedhros had taught him that diplomacy worked best when your opponent did not hated your guts. Disagreement with you, that was one thing, but outright hate? That would make things near impossible. And so, he finds himself glad that Prince Thranduil does not seem to hate Ereinion and the noldorin blood that flows through his blood. “I agree, let us see how things go from today on.”

Ereinion nods, lays a gentle hand on his shoulder, “The Prince is curious about you, and he is bold enough to say so, and while I do not foresee trouble nor ill intent, promise me that you will talk to me should he hurt you in some way.”

He is touched, Ereinion had taken his role as elder cousin seriously. To the point of becoming an elder, well loved brother. “I shall, Ereinion.”

“That is all I ask.”

***

It takes Prince Thranduil three days to ask, “Lord Elrond, I was wondering if I we could speak. Privately and somewhere with no prying eyes or ears.”

That request makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge. He seeks the Prince’s eyes, and he finds them calm, solemn and clear. There is no ill intent in them, he nods slowly, “There is a spot I quite like near a cliff, would that work?”

“It would indeed.”

“Very well, should we bring some food?”

The Prince hesitates, “Perhaps that would be best, a bottle of wine. I have the feeling we both will need them.”

“Come with me, then Prince Thranduil.”

He leads and they make their way to the kitchen, he requests a basket of finger foods and a bottle of wine from the head cook, once they have procured their meal, he leads the Prince to that spot he likes so much. They are alone, both of them staring into the sea and offers a goblet of wine and some cheese to the Prince, who accepts them with a smile. He looks at the Prince from the corner of his eyes, the Prince seems to be struggling with something. He is about to ask what is this about, when the Prince beats him.

“I must beg your forgiveness, Lord Elrond,” Prince Thranduil says. “But the secret I must share with you, is one that you might find it unbelievable and may even think me mad, but I promise you, that every word that I will speak is true.”

That sends a chill down his spine, he takes a sip of wine. “I will hear you, Prince Thranduil.”

The Prince turns and looks at him in the eye and then says. “You and I are family.”

He blinks, that is something that he could not have expected. But…

The Prince takes a deep breath, a long sip of wine and continues. “My father’s name is not the one he was given at birth. His name, is Eluréd.”

The goblet slips out of his hand, and for a moment, his brain supplies a small thanks in the fact that is made of silver, and not glass. He stares at Prince Thranduil, he is sure his face must reveal both the surprise and disbelief he feels.

“I know that what I speak sounds like madness, but I promise you, there is an explanation.” The Prince looks away. “It is true that the servants of Celegorm left my father and uncle in the woods, but someone came. If he had been guided by the Valar, we shall never know, but my father and uncle were found before they could pass away.”

“Who…?” His voice trembles.

It is then that the Prince places his goblet down, reaches inside a pocket and pulls two small objects. Two rings, and offers them to him with a shaky hand. Then, he speaks so quietly, he nearly strains to hear it. “Maedhros.”

The rings in his hand are light. One is a small, a child’s ring, Elu Thingol’s winged moon emblem. The other, is far larger, and the emblem is one he knows very, very well. It is Maedhros’ personal emblem. His vision blurs and his voice trembles when he speaks, “How…? When…?”

“My father said that Maedhros found him and our uncle in the forest, brought them back to Doriath – where the surviving Noldor host were camping – and tended to them there with the help of Maglor. He knew he could not keep them, so he took them to a small tribe of green elves he knew. There, he entrusted their care to Nellas, once of Doriath. He made sure my father and uncle kept treasures of Doriath, gifted them some of his own, treasures we still have. He visited as often as he could, until the tribe moved and they lost contact.”

There are tears streaming down his cheeks. Family. His mother had wondered what had happened to her brothers, and now, he knew. And while he was still dealing with the loss of Elros, here he was, finding that he had more family that what he knew. “What of Elurín? Where is he?”

“In Lorien and you have heard of him. He is Amdír.”

He closes both his eyes and the hand that holds the rings, not so long after, Thranduil’s hand covers his, “You are not alone, cousin. You have uncles, and three cousins. No matter what happens, you are not alone.”

“Tell me, please, tell me about your family?”

“Well, as you might have guessed, my father is not very fond of the Noldor, save the Lady Galadriel. There is a grudging respect there that he will deny, but it is there.” Thranduil, his cousin, laughs. “My mother is a nice to Círdan, Eärmir, she is quite lovely and I’m sure she’ll love you. Thranduil is the name she gave me, the name my father gave me is Elhîl, one that only family uses. One that you are welcome to use in private should you wish to. My sister, Celebmeril – that was my mother’s name. Eleriel is our father’s. But of course, we all call each other el in private.”

There is a knot in his throat, Oropher – Eluréd seems to have kept the star theme names in his family. But before he can speak, Thranduil continues.

“In my father’s eyes, the only acceptable Nolodorin was Maedhros. That is not counting King Finrod, of course.” Thranduil snorts, “I don’t know what that says about my father. Anyway. My father is quite stern, but truly means well with our people. He cares about them, about their well-being and takes his duties as King very, very seriously. He cares about you, and no, he does not think less of you for choosing to serve Gil-Galad. My sister wanted to come, she is a singer, and much like our mother, a fantastic cook. She wanted to meet you, to sing a song or two with you.

“Uncle Elurín has a fantastic sense of humor and he is more open to the Noldorin than my own father is. Of course, he’s the one to admitted the secret to Celeborn. Apparently, Celeborn recognized some of grandmother’s face in our uncle. Galadriel has been sword to secret, even though she could not believe that Maedhros got one up on her when it came to our family, Brí knows, and has been sworn to secrecy, she and my sister write each other often. So, when you have the time, take sometime to visit our uncle, he’ll love that.”

He somehow manages to regain his composure, “Thank you for telling, cousin,” he says and the word sounds so… right. He has family, a family from his mother. One that he no longer has to wonder what happened to. No matter what comes next, he will not be alone. And he knows that thanks to the soft look his cousin is giving him. “I would love to see the Greenwood.”

If possible, his cousin’s face softens even more. “We would love to have you there, if only for a visit.”

He takes his cousin’s hand in his, and there is a deep part of him that feels soothed and safe.

#elrond & thranduil #elrond & gil galad #elrond #thranduil #gil galad #ereinion gil galad #the silmarillion fic #the silmarillion #series: heirs of elu #au: canon divergence

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mythvoiced · 2 years

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💯, 👠, 🍬, 😉, 💑, 💘 (for Sköll, Flubber will be taking notes WIUEHDUH)

@theimpalpable | sex+romance headcanons!

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💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? ANY DATE, HE’S A LOSER!!!!! I CAN’T STRESS THIS ENOUGH, HE’S A STOOPID LOSER!!!!!!!!!!! Also, not gonna lie, I think he’d like to do the classics, lunch date, cinema date, amusement park date, he’s kind of got the mentality of teen flick protagonist when it comes to dates, he just likes the classics, I wish I could do something about it, but why deny him—Although, I think, dates in which one sits down to eat are his least favourite, he still likes them, but they’re a little lower down the list because of the lack of mobility he’s granted? And the distance, more often than not, a table separates the daters, and even though it’s sweet, just holding hands across the table is not how much physical contact he usually prefers. So, walking hand in hand arms smushed together at the amusement park? Absolutely ideal. (Also, he will play footsie at EVERY restaurant, without exception). Making out like teenagers in the back rows of a cinema? Why, do sign him up.

At the end, though, if he had to pick one particular date, one and one only, he’d like a day spent just… walking and exploring. Doing a wide variety of activities, mostly on the move, maybe visiting things not visited before, then returning home and getting all cosy under the covers.

👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? I do not think Sköll’s had a whole lot of serious serious relationships. He’s got commitment issues generated mostly by the fact that he can’t sit still, and most people who look for a serious relationship are looking for someone who want follow a whim and not get back to him for a week because he’s god knows where, in a hole maybe, I have no idea. He’s jittery, he needs to move on, he’s difficult to keep a hold of, most would and have described him as ‘too difficult’, a ‘handful’, if you will. It stung a few times, now it’s just irritating because it’s boring hearing the same thing over and over again.

His last serious relationship, to get back on track, was probably relatively recent, not that Sköll wouldn’t have dated even in less tolerating time periods, it’s simply easier now than it was then to engage in serious relationships because there’s half a thought that it could potentially last for a life-time. Not what Sköll is looking for (I mean, Nae-Gil aside KLFJGFGHLK!), but it makes the dating scene more likely to harbour opportunities for something that lasts with at least one party wanting it to last. This is not to say Sköll treats relationships with the idea of cutting ties at the first given opportunity, his lifestyle just doesn’t suit some poor lad just trying to settle down.

Which I think his last boyfriend to have been like, just a poor lad, another poor lad trying to hold Sköll down long enough for Sköll to figure out whether or not he’d want to return to this man on the regular. Problem is, Sköll also approaches relationships with the subconscious mentality of his status in life over a potential boyfriend’s. The immortality, even if he has the idea that it won’t last forever. His past. His knowledge of the supernatural.

Yet, oddly enough, I can’t imagine him too well dating supernatural beings, not quite sure why. So, his last serious relationship was with a mortal, most likely, and as disastrous as ever. He’s mostly broken up with, rather than him doing the breaking up, which was the case here too. And it was sad, it’s always sad, because the men Sköll dates are, more often than not, good men (because if you’re a dick while in this context, Sköll will fuck you up on behalf of the people who’s had to date you and not been equipped with the skill-set Sköll has to not consider you a threat). He hates having to make them go through it. But he’s also looking for affection and intimacy, so he can’t… stop.

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? Embarrassing to say, because most of my muses would argue, it depends on the partner with only a slight preference with a given direction, but Sköll is a sub, for the most part. He’s not a sub in the sense he’ll fully submit, he just likes the being held and being moved and being desired in a particular way that comes with this preference. Would he switch? Absolutely, because it’s just natural to find yourself in other scenarios as well, but sub is definitely his go-to. Also because his favourite positions go hand-in-hand with his being a sub (future Lena who will queue this keep this line in challenge-).

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 👀 Alex, I adore you, which is why I shan’t chicken out of a meme I reblobbed myself and signed up to meself- NOW, I don’t usually seek out the actual name of a given preference of this nature for my muses, because I don’t want to put them under a specific name and prefer just sort of? Going with the mentality, the sensations (emotional) that are being sought out, but Sköll keeps forcing me to break my patterns, so, full chest, praise kink. IT’S—Not kink kink level, the way it’s portrayed in fan fictions, but he just… he likes it. And not just sexually, he’s just wagging his tail hoping someone would go up to him, pat his head, and tell him he did well, he’s a mess, is it the unintentional parental neglect? The unwitting ‘you can’t do anything right’ taught by all those times he’s been held back? No idea, but it’s there, and… ;;

I guess he also? Likes to take his time, if this can count in this context? He’s a mess, he can easily go from gentle love making to using his teeth, no matter the direction in which he’s going on that spectrum, he likes if it lasts a moment.

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? Kindness, but not gentleness, and if gentleness, not softness. Sköll doesn’t know how to hold something in his hand that is pure and fragile, doesn’t know nor is he particularly attracted to kindness that is soft, to a mouth that never bites. He doesn’t have to fight him, but large-eyed stutters, he doesn’t know how to deal with them. He’s not built to treat with enough gentleness, he’d argue, someone like that would just shatter in his hands. Not to mention, he just doesn’t really know how to apply his own intense mind into a dynamic that would balance out softness.

He would never date someone below the age of 25 max and even that’s being generous, he’s just painfully aware of his advantage age-wise on most mortal men, and approaching anyone in their early twenties for romantic advances, sexual advances, feels downright criminal, he’d arrest himself, honestly (which is also something considering he looks like he’s in his early twenties, no one knows he’s over half a millennia old, so he just looks like a dilf hunter).

A bit of bite, as previously insinuated, just enough for Sköll to know that he’s not dating a pushover, he doesn’t harbour any true judgment towards yes-men, he just thinks they should date someone that isn’t… like him. He’s not one to take advantage of others, even accidentally, because he never drags people into things without asking first, sure, you’ll probs be forced to witness some things, but that’s because he forgets to give heads up on the crap he gets up to, the whims and impulsive decisions he ventures into taking are solo runs unless you vocally and directly and clearly express wanting to tag along. So, a pushover just… wouldn’t work with his personality.

Someone who knows how to breathe out every now and then, who isn’t even more tensed up than he is on most days, not because he doesn’t like the occasional workaholic (they’re loads of fun to help winding down, Sarang would agree btw-), but because if they’re both (or all) moving at 3495687690 miles per hour, they’ll crash, Sköll is very easily enabled to be even worse than he usually is, so if you’re terribly stressed as your default state of being, Sköll won’t be deterred from approaching you, it’ll just end in an explosion.

Someone who is!! FUN!!!!!!!! WHO HAS ENERGY!!! Who feels like going along with his nonsense, or start some nonsense of his own, BUT, energy with some common sense because Sköll lacks too much of it. He’s got the wits, he’s some common sense too, don’t get me wrong, it’s just that… well, tying back to the enabling thing, + and + equals +, the room is on fire.

I think all in all? Someone established in their skin who doesn’t mind occasionally doing something weird, who’s kind and potentially gentle but doesn’t break easy, Nae-Gil, it’s--- oh my god--

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it? Kithes~ Huggles~ Head on your shoulder~ Arms around arm~ Hand holding~ Subconsciously picking up habits and integrated them way too seamlessly into his own sets of habits because he just likes watching and always ends up imitating, in one way or another, Sköll seems intent on portraying his love by trying to swallow the essence of his partner into every crack of his soul.

#theimpalpable #the hitman;about #i wrote so much WHY DID I WROTE SO MUCH-- is it because Flubber is taking notes? I WANTED TO PROVIDE #GOOD STUDY MATERIAL FLUBBER SIR I HOPE THIS WORKS FLKHGHJGF #ALEX THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING CURIOUS ABOUT MY MUSES AND FOR SENDING THESE IN #I HOPE THESE ARE OKAY INTERESTING TO READ AND NOT TOO ALL OVER THE PLACE AS SKÖLL HIMSELF WOULD BE?#AND THANK YOU AS WELL TO THE GREAT FLUBBER DUMBASS for making me realise so much of this okay I am NOT joking??#Flubber Dumbass sir??? ALEX MA'AM???????? All thanks to you ♥#;queue #here another vaguely rated r fun fact that would be Sköll doesn't like positions in which he can't see the other's face in--#oversharing extravaganza I LOVE YOU HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY ♥#;answered

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primlydialanguish · 2 years

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For some reason I not sure why.

But I ship Harry and Jay.

(Sorry for the late answer, I've been working, but I'm super happy for this ask!)

Okay here's the thing; Harry x Jay has a special place for me and I ship them kind of as a history more than a current relationship. Let's get into it!

1. When I think the ship is at its best:

D3! I think there's some wasted potential that comes from them not really having time to go into Harry and Jay, but they set groundwork. They go out of their way to show you this tense rivalry between the two of them, and they go into Jay and Gil more, which is fine, but really put Harry in a backseat. But he and Jay still have some of their best back and forth in D3.

2. Reasons I'd ship it:

Jay and Harry are just... Very aware of each other, first of all. They both understand following their leader and truly loving them, because Huma is real wether you see it as platonic or romantic, and Jay is so dedicated and affectionate toward Mal. I don't think either of them would feel a need to be the most important relationship for each other, which would make this a compelling ship for me.

3. Favorite ship moments:

The, "get off my bike, Hook!" "Catch me if you can, Jay!" On top of that, we have "Thanks for saving me, gorgeous face," which... Uhyeah.

4. Favorite AU for the pair:

Soulmate AU; when your soulmate has strong emotions, you can feel them, too.

5. How I think they'd get together:

Evie mentions Harry’s crush to Jay, who is surprised and confused (to the amusement of his friends) and then he spends like a week deciding that he actually kinda has a crush, too, and then he asks Harry out.

6. Random headcanons:

Harry was shorter than the core4 for a long time before he finally had a growth spurt, which he's all the happier with. Also, he's definitely had a crush on Jay for years, but Jay really only saw him as a member of a rival gang. ("We don't really date on the Isle, it's more like... Gang activity.") But when they're both in Auradon, things change. Also, this is just a general Harry headcanon, but it can apply; he dyed his hair bright red when he was thirteen and absolutely hated it. Once it grew out, he never dyed it again. This ties in because who was Harry's rival even at thirteen? Jay. Who thought his bright red hair was very amusing.

7. Do I ship:

Yes. Again, I kind of see them more as past one-sided, but this is a ship that does work. In every fic with any pairing I write, my version of Harry used to have a huge crush on Jay. It's like, part of his backstory now for me. XD

#descendants jay #harry hook x jay #harry hook

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imaginethebeautifulworld · 3 years

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prussia x reader: silly squabbles

Hello, lovelies~ I was plagued by images of this dumbass and his general ridiculousness, so of course I had to write it all out. This fic is pointless, but I hope you enjoy anyway.

"You are really annoying."

"And yet, somehow, I'm not detecting any real annoyance. Wonder why?"

His words hung lightly in the air, gentle and playful, just shy of taunting.

You did your best to ignore them, trying to focus on your book. But his fingers were moving again, trailing over your back in an inconsistent pattern, heavy enough a presence to register, yet just light enough to torment.

You were sure, in some long-winded, ridiculous, roundabout way, he would blame you for this predicament- for not reading as fast as him, for not paying him enough attention during a lazy day in.

Regardless, you tried to focus on the passage at hand, rereading the same paragraph for the tenth time now as he teased a particularly sensitive spot near your ribs.

He wasn't quite tickling you- not yet- but the shifting tempo and pressure all played upon the obvious threat.

Only mildly irritated- really, you were too familiar with his shenanigans by now to ever be truly annoyed- your focus landed on the bookcase, the only immediate target for your long-suffering gaze. "Do you mind?"

There was a hint of pride in his voice as he answered, a cockiness at successfully distracting you. "Nope!"

His fingers- now having tasked themselves with massaging more than teasing- paused between your shoulder blades. "Why? Do you?"

Rather than allow him another victory, you huffed quietly, pointedly making an effort to lose yourself once more in your book. "No... Not at all."

If he was amused by your answer practically being ground between your teeth, he made no indication of it. Instead, he resumed his massage, keeping his palm mostly flat against your spine, adopting a steady rhythm that lulled you into some semblance of security.

You allowed yourself to relax, turning your attention fully to your tale, praying he would at least let you finish this chapter in relative peace.

It was a hope to be short-lived alas, his posture shifting, bringing him near enough to read over your shoulder.

You were far too invested to truly pay him any mind, but then he was hovering near your temple, fingers drifting ever closer to your neck, once more dancing in that maddeningly light way which he employed solely in effort to agitate you.

You knew what he was doing, and you'd be damned if you'd let him win; summoning every ounce of self-restraint within you, you purposely, blatantly, chose to ignore him.

It took only a few moments for him to acknowledge your determination towards defiance (a few torturous moments where he had started tracing his nails against your hairline and whispered some of the passage aloud), his huff of displeasure bring you a small taste of sweet, sweet victory.

You would have been naive to think he had given up, knew it would be foolish to assume, to dare to presume, that he didn't already have other strategies in mind.

What you couldn't guess, regretfully, was exactly which plan he would attempt next.

When he sat upright once more, leaving you to lounge peacefully on your stomach, you unwisely surmised that he was actually finished with the whole affair, that he'd grown bored, that he would actually leave you to your novel in peace.

Feeling him shift back to the head of the bed, hearing him tapping away at his phone- these factors allied with his distance away from you all allayed your worries, letting you escape once more to the realm belonging to the pages before you.

The temporary tranquility was somehow less than simply fleeting; it had scarcely existed at all.

Not even five minutes had passed, and you felt teasing fingers once more, now grazing ever-so-softly against the bare skin of your ankle.

A jolt of panic fueled your reflexive movement away from him, your legs kicking, book falling to the floor in your surprise.

You shot upright and fixed him with a glare, hoping to convey just how furious you were with him. "I swear to God-!"

The villainous grin on his face revealed vanity in its purest form, and it did nothing to reduce your resentment.

Scowling now, and forcing yourself into an upright position, you narrowed your eyes at him. "What do you want, asshole?"

He was quiet for a moment, by all appearances still savoring his triumph. But then his smile shifted, the self-satisfied smirk falling slowly into something softer, fonder.

It took you by surprise, sent a stutter through your pulse, all irritation rapidly transitioning into confusion. "What?"

He shifted forward, leg bending beneath him as he drew closer.

Suspicious, but not too concerned, you offered an unimpressed expression, relaying your distrust. "Gil?"

There was a flicker to his smile, but it was soon replaced by something far more serious, his eyes languidly studying your features.

Briefly, more a passing fancy, you considered teasing him for his sudden quiet, yet there was something too tremulous tormenting him, and you dismissed the thought as quickly as it came, instead offering your concern. “Teuton?”

Whatever spell that had held him within its grasp was finally dismissed, his head cocking to the side and a considering tone coating his next words. “You love me, right?”

It sounded innocent enough, and his behavior certainly suggested no ill-intent. But you knew him, and knew all-too-well not to fully believe in it. “Is that a trick question?”

You made sure to keep your words only just on the side of playful, but tempered with enough sincerity to assuage any possible self-doubts that may be afflicting him.

It was clearly the right approach, the left corner of his mouth only just hinting at a smile, a familiar spark almost tangible in the air. “It’s a simple question, Liebling. No need to sound so suspicious!”

You felt your eyes narrow as you studied him, his wording only heightening your wariness. “You know- The fact you feel you have to say so really isn’t winning you any points here.”

His grin was back at that, disorienting in its intensity, just enough that you nearly forgot his previous grimness. “I’m just asking if you love me, mein Schatz. ‘Snot like I’m asking you to sell me your immortal soul or something.”

You neglected to point out how those two things were near one and the same, instead choosing to offer a faux sincerity. “Oh no, you’re right. I hate you so much,” you quipped, each syllable oversaturated in sarcasm.

He scoffed, melodramatically pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m wounded.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning down just long enough to rescue your book from the floor, marking your page and setting beside you on the comforter. “I’m sure your pride will be just fine."

“I dunno…” His words trailed off, and you could make out the distinct, irritating sound of him sucking on his teeth. “I think it may be mortal this time.”

You decided to play along, content to lose yourself in the absurdity. “Oh no,” came your reply, emotionless a tone as you could muster, in spite of the smile playing on your lips. “How could I possibly live with myself?”

He hummed, running a finger over his chin as if he were seriously considering it. “You’d probably take my fortune, settle somewhere warm.”

You fought a laugh, unsuccessfully. “Mm, definitely. Have sordid affairs with all the cabana boys and the waitresses.”

“Sing drunken renditions of Mamma Mia during karaoke night.”

“And I’ll adopt some ugly, exotic pet that I insist travels with me everywhere.”

“Only after your third husband disappears after mysterious circumstances, of course.”

He was only half-serious, and you couldn’t resist raising an eyebrow in mock offense. “Only three?”

Your question made him snicker, his eyes shining in amusement, but he didn’t continue the exchange.

Several moments passed, and with them the lingering ridiculousness of the “argument” faded away. There were many of these odd backs-and-forths, all somehow sillier than the last. The quiet was just as pleasant though, and you embraced the comfort it carried.

That was, until, he was biting his lip in thought, his amusement long abandoned.

Concerned, you shifted closer, studying his features carefully. "Gil?"

His eyes were glued to some distant place you couldn’t see, miles and centuries away from the here and now. “You do love me, right?”

“Of course,” you replied almost reflexively, still taken aback by the sudden shift back to solemnity.

“Really?” His eyes turned to yours once more, unguarded, open, a haunting fragility shining in them that made your heart clench inside your chest.

Wherever this insecurity came from, you wished you could rid him of it, tear all traces of it from his psyche, make it so he would never question his self-worth ever again.

As it was, you did what you could, lifting his hand to your lips and pressing a soft kiss to his ring, meeting his gaze as you lingered against the silver. “Would you be wearing this if I didn’t?”

There was a smile, the one you fell in love with: fond, slightly shy, just a little cocky. “Good point.”

You couldn’t help but feel as if something was still off about him however, something bothering him that you couldn’t even hope to guess. “Why do you ask, anyway?”

He took to studying your features again, his free hand rising to trace his fingers softly against your cheek. His eyes were warm and gentle, posture completely at ease. His words however-

“Sometimes I can’t believe this is real, or how lucky I am; some days I swear you’re just a figment of my imagination.”

His words carried an almost unbearable amount of loneliness, layered among disbelief and adoration. They triggered several different emotions within you, stirring them into a frenzied muss of affection and sadness, leaving you breathless.

Several potential reactions came to mind, but were all dismissed as you weighed his words, compared them to the relaxation of his shoulders, the familiarity as he languidly brushed his fingertips behind your ear, lightly teasing your scalp.

You could easily surrender to it, could already feel your own posture relaxing with each steady shift of his fingers. Still, you weren’t quite ready to abandon your prior playfulness, offering a haughty hum to prelude your reply.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m very real.” You felt a passing smirk flicker to life for a moment, blazing brightly before it was gone again, sober sincerity settling once more in its place. “You’re stuck with me, Beilschmidt. Forever…” you finished in an elongated stage whisper.

He breathed a laugh, the slightest hiss, his grin irrepressible now. His tone, however, mimicked nonchalance. “Eh. There are worse things, I guess.”

The tease was impossible to ignore, especially as that all-too-familiar deviousness was taunting in its own right.

You tried to keep your words accusatory, but they came out entirely too fond. “You’re a dick.”

He smirked, offering a half-hearted shrug.

“Guilty,” he sang, almost entirely too proud.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, he was cradling both of your cheeks, and before you could guess at his next move, he was shifting forward, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead. “But I’m a dick who loves you very much.”

Thanks for reading!

#prussia x reader #readerfic #gilbert beilschmidt x reader #hello lovelies!#i'll add more tags later ugh #aph prussia #hws prussia #i hope y'all are well!#i've missed writing #i'm hoping i can get back to this one ancient artie request i received aeons ago #thanks for reading!#aph prussia x reader #hetalia prussia #hetalia prussia x reader #hws prussia x reader #gilbert beilschmidt

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trashytummiez · 3 years

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King Shark doing a coke and mentos bloat and getting burpy and full? 0///0

“Does anyone actually not know what this stuff does when combined yet?” King Shark asked skeptically. He didn’t want to get his hoodie all sticky so he was only wearing a pair of dorky shark patterned swim trunks that left his beefy but chubby upper body wholly exposed.

“Yeah but we dunno what this stuff does t’sharks yet!” Harley exclaimed excited when she gave King Shark a few big bottles of cola and several packs of mentos.

“I have a feeling it’s not gonna be much different. And I don’t like throwing up thank you very much,” King Shark said nervously.

“You’ll be fine, King! Ya got a tummy of iron and marshmallows!” Harley confidently declared and patted King Shark’s chubby tummy. It jiggled from the pat and made him blush.

“If you say so Harley.”

He was about to start but Harley stopped him. “OOH! OOH! Lemme film this first! We’re gonna make history here with the first shark t’ever do the coke’n mentos challenge!” She fumbled in her tight pocket but managed to yank out her cellphone so she could start filming.

King Shark rubbed his thick neck uncertainly.

“O-Okay...here goes...”

Usually someone would crack open a bottle and start chugging but that’s not what King shark did. Instead he grabbed every single packet of mentos and just dropped them all in his giant jaws not even having to take the wrapper off or chew. He just dumped them all into his mouth and let them spill down his throat. Then he grabbed one of the bottles and bit the top off so he could guzzle the full contents of the cola unabated by the narrow bottle top.

King Shark squeezed the bottle so every last drop rushed down his gullet and made his stomach churn and bubble noisily. He tossed the empty bottle aside and groaned massaging his tummy. Then he grabbed another bottle and did the same by biting the top and pouring all of its fizzy contents down his throat all at once. The bubbling and gurgling that churned out of King Shark’s stomach only got louder after that. He was already pretty fat but now his belly was beginning to look a little rounder when all that soda began to react to the mentos.

Setting the empty crinkled bottle down King Shark released a huge burp then covered his mouth and blushed.

Harley giggled. “Good one, King! I could definitely beat that if I wanted to though but nah this is yer day! And we wanna get all the sodas in you this time!"

King Shark groaned a little and rubbed his aching tummy while it noisily gurgled a storm of gassy bubbles.

“Ungh, these experiments don’t feel like they do much besides abuse the body for clicks...” King Shark complained while rubbing his belly.

“That’s half’uh youtube right there, King!” Harley chimed.

King shark shrugged despite his grumbling tummy. “You got me there.”

He nervously grabbed another bottle and unscrewed the top to drain its fizzy contents. The shark was gulping so rapidly that the inside of his throat could be heard wetly squelching with every pass of soda that flowed down his gullet. After it was empty King Shark crushed the bottle and groaned while his larger tummy groaned even louder.

King shark took a moment to rub his belly hoping to settle it before he took in any more soda. He slowly breathed out while he rubbed with his webbed hand. Then King Shark released another giant burp.

BAAAAAAAAUUUUUURRRRRROOOOOOOHP!!!!

Harley giggled hysterically.

King shark covered his mouth and blushed excusing himself.

When he reached down to grab another bottle all the soda in his stomach audibly sloshed and made his belly jiggle a little. That sloshy movement in his tummy made the sharks stomach release another gas bubble. King Shark brought a fist to his mouth and muffled a long burp in his cheeks. He blushed and groaned after, then patted his fatter tummy which jiggled under his hand and made him burp again.

He unscrewed the next bottle at Harley’s insistence and got to work chugging it down. His stomach filled up with more soda and carbonation. It was a really uncomfortable feeling the way it made his stomach sag and all bubbly. King Shark wasn’t used to that feeling. He played video games online all the time and even then he didn’t have nearly this much soda in his tummy. It was enough to make him feel green in his literal gils.

And he eats people!

After downing the bottle King Shark burped enormously but he was too miserable to even excuse himself anymore.

Then he grabbed more mentos and downed them like he did the last ones by just dumping them down his jaws all at once.

Harley eagerly rushed up to King shark and rested her camera right against his very bloated belly. The mentos were reacting in such a way that the inside of King Shark’s round stomach was fizzing crazily. It was like the mentos were being dissolved in rapid time which only made the sharks stomach itself even noisier than it already was.

“Wow listen to that, internet!” Harley marveled.

Another deep burp rolled out of King shark from all the bubbling in his tummy.

“Listen t’that too!” Harley insisted with amusement. “That’s noisier than I’ve ever heard a tummy get before! And Ivy turned into a giant that one time’n ate some dudes!”

King shark whined and massaged his noisy tummy uncomfortably. “Harley can I stop now? I don’t feel so good...”

“Aww poor sharky.” Harley took her camera off of King Shark’s stomach and she could still pick up all the gassy sounds it was making. “Got any closin’ remarks ya wanna say to the internet?”

Poor King Shark’s belly gurgled so heavily that it almost sounded angry. And before he could say anything King shark involuntarily released yet another massive burp in Harley’s direction. It was so strong that it blew the camera right out of her hands.

“Could I get that in writing?” Harley asked while she simultaneously rang out her ear and fanned the air around her to smell less like soda and the inside of King Shark’s stomach with a hint of minty freshness.

She walked over to grab and turn off her camera.

King Shark just sat down on the couch and rubbed his aching bloated belly. He huffed exhaustedly to himself and whimpered. “Unnnngh, Harley a shark is never supposed to feel this bubbly...”

“On the bright side ya did great!” Harley chirruped. She sat down on the couch next to King shark then as thanks she started rubbing his belly. It was really round after so much soda. But because it was all liquids not only was it really jiggly but it sagged more than usual. She gently ran her hands up the bloated slick curve of King shark’s almost silk-feeling flesh. It actually felt very oddly satisfying in her hands. Almost like those rubbery slimes kids got from quarter machines but way more of it in her hands.

Harley continued to gently massage his bubbling tummy all over as best she could. Her hands rubbed little circles into the side of his tummy facing her direction. One hand drifted down to his underbelly and caressed it. that part of King shark’s tummy was even softer and more delicate feeling than the rest of his bulging stomach.

King Shark groaned. He was still feeling miserable from all that soda but it felt good having his belly tended to by Harley.

Of course it was still incredibly noisy. So much that Harley couldn’t help rest her ear against King Shark’s belly and listen to it gurgling. King Shark blushed.

“Seriously dude that is the noisiest tummy I’ve ever heard.”

She started leaning a little against King Shark’s stomach due to how much larger he was than her. But the added pressure was still enough to make a large burp erupt from King shark’s mouth.

BRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHP!!!!

Harley giggled because that burp actually made King Shark’s belly jiggle around under Harley herself.

“Wow ya really are burpy!”

King Shark thumped his chest and burped again. “HOOOUUURRP!!! Ohhh. Too much soda does that, Harley.”

“Well maybe gettin’ all the bubbles out’ll make yer tummy less rumbly bumbly!” And she demonstrated her point by pressing down on King Shark’s belly which resulted in another loud, lengthy burp rolling out of the blushing and bloated shark. “C’mon, get it outta there!”

King Shark was embarrassed. He wasn’t shy about burping but he usually only did that when no one was around. Or it was just him and his clanmates online. But then again Harley burped all the time and Ivy was no slouch either.

So despite his embarrassment King Shark brushed Harley’s hands aside and brought his meaty hands down onto his round tummy. He kneaded into it and sloshed it around mildly. Once he’d stirred enough gas around King Shark slapped his belly hard and released a burp that actually made the ground itself shake.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRAAAAAAAAAHHUUUUUUURRRRROOOOOOOOOORRRRHP!!!!!!!!

The whole room reeked of soda after that burp ended ten seconds later.

King Shark sighed heavily with relief and patted his belly.

“Ohhhhhhh that felt good...”

Harley giggled and nudged King Shark’s jostling tummy. “Ya see? Toldja!”

BRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAUUUHP!!!! King shark burped hard from the sudden push to his turbulent tummy. He covered his mouth but couldn’t help from giggling himself. “Well, when you’re right you’re right. Guess that’s why you’re the boss.”

Harley beamed proudly at that. “Damn tootin’! And don’tchu ever forget it! And as the boss...”

Harley rushed to the kitchen which confused King Shark.

Until she returned with two more sodas.

“...I say we bring the roof down with a good ol’ fashioned burpin’ contest!”

“Harley if I drink any more soda I’m definitely gonna throw up. And I hate throwing up more than I hate the level 10 dungeon boss in World of Warland!”

“Good thing these’re both fer me then!” Harley piped. She set those bottles down and playfully slapped the side of King Shark’s belly which made him hiccup loudly. “With all that soda already in yer tummy I gotta make us even somehow, right?”

King Shark’s nervous frown left him when he heard that. He wrapped his hands around his round tummy protectively and drummed his clawed fingers atop it in thought. But then he eventually grinned back at Harley despite his initial embarrassment. “Well in that case, bring it on, boss!”

#kink fic #king shark #harley quinn #harleen quinn #burping #bellyache #bloating #belly rub

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jinalita-brainrot · 2 years

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Lagoona x Frankie headcanons

I had a dream that someone requested me to do some headcanons for Frankie x Lagoona (don't know where that came from since I've never thought about that ship xd) But I thought it would be a fun thing to do so here we go. And yes this kinda contains Gil slander.

Also I am using the pronounce I hc for them!

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Together with Lagoona they found a way how Frankie could also hang around at the pool without anyone getting an electric shock shock.

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It took a while for Lagoona to realize that she deserves better than Gil.

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Frankie helped her a lot with all the Gil drama. Just like Lagoona helped Frankie when they were new student.

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Usually when cuddling Lagoona traces her fingers on Frankies arms, especially the places where her stitches are. This gives Frankie butterflies.

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I think their dates are more spontaneous than planned. It starts with them going to some regular cute coffee shop and at the end of the day they are at some sort of amusement park.

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I feel like they would get matching necklaces/bracelets

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Neither of them is a jealous monster, but Lagoona tends to be more hesitant since Gil used to flirt with other ghouls behind her back.

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Frankie definitely does playlists for her swimmer gf.

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Remember this is my opinion! I do not hate Gil, I just don't really like him since he couldn't be there for Lagoona when his parents couldn't accept her.

Also it took me a while to make this work so if you saw me post the same thing 3 times over and over again it was bc Tumblr was messing with me

#monster high #lagoona blue #frankie stein #gil webber #monster high headcanons

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jess-rewatches-prodigalson · 3 years

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Head Case (S2, E6)

My time-stamped thoughts for this episode. As always I reference Malcolm’s mental health. A lot. So if that’s going to be a trigger for you, don’t keep reading.

SPOILERS AHEAD:

0:03 - This clip of Malcolm in the car is from the pilot episode. I was so betrayed by this clip. Full disclosure - I’ve always had a thing for Malcolm’s jacket from the pilot episode. I just love it and I think Tom Payne looks cute in it. BUT - I was betrayed because Malcolm isn’t wearing my favourite jacket in the next scene (I was disappointed but not surprised). Rant about wardrobe over.

0:20 - This is weird to me. In the clip right before this, when Malcolm was coming to Claremont (wearing the awesome jacket) - Malcolm is clearly in emotional distress. He’s not in a good mood. BUT right here, when Malcolm is chatting with Mr. David he seems like he’s in a good mood. Not one of his manic good moods - just a regular good one.

0:32 - Anyone else notice how visibly uncomfortable Jessica AND Malcolm are? This whole Ainsley situation is literally going to destroy them both. :(

0:34 - sooooo Mr. David knows by now right? He has to? ALSO when the European FBI guy shows up in a few episodes this is going to be bad for Malcolm and Jessica right? The FBI guy will probs talk to Mr. David who will be like - oh yeah, they’ve had more ‘family meetings’ in the past 6 months than in the past 20 years.

1:22 - Sooooo this whole family honestly thinks Ainsley’s going to become a serial killer. From the tidbits of her childhood that we’ve seen, the way she treated Malcolm in Q&A, and generally how she acts when she wants to get a story - I’m not surprised. Read my thoughts on older episodes (1x7, 1x20, 2x5), I’ve always thought Ainsley was a sociopath or psychopath. The girl doesn’t show a lot of moral backbone or sympathy for anyone.

1:33 - Wait. Does this montage of Malcolm’s erratic behaviour mean that Malcolm killed someone as a kid? And doesn’t know it? Or is this just a reference to the whole ‘girl in the box’ trauma arc from last season?

1:44 - “I wish I didn’t know that you were a killer.” Anyone else get major flashbacks to the movie Santa Clause 3: The Escape Clause? “I wish I had never become Santa at all” then we get an AU for 40 mins? Just me? Cool - excuse my bad taste in Christmas movies.

1:50 - hahaha Martin is so bitter.

2:25 - You know, as much as I love to hate Martin - he has a point. Malcolm loved his Dad (still does whether he wants to admit it or not) in 98′ - why is Malcolm chill with Ainsley killing but not Martin? Is it because with Martin, he found a poor girl tortured in a box but with Ainsley he saw her kill a man that was threatening their family? Or was it because Martin tried to kill Malcolm but Ainsley hasn’t (yet?) **honestly - that would be such an interesting episode - if Ainsley tries to kill Malcolm**

2:33 - THANK YOU. Someone finally thanks Malcolm for trying to protect Ainsley (and in extension Jessica) from the emotional trauma he’s been dealing with since the age of 10. EVEN THOUGH PROTECTING THEM IS MAKING HIS MENTAL STATE WORSE. Seriously - Malcolm is going to snap soon I honestly won’t be surprised if we get some suicidal ideation from him this season (especially if things don’t improve). Look at those big sad puppy dog eyes when Jess thanks him.

2:38 - hahahaha that side-eyed glare directed at Martin.

2:53 - I know Jessica had good intentions here - she’s trying to protect both of her children but honestly, this whole interaction was probably super upsetting for Malcolm. Think about it - BOTH of his parents haven’t tried to have a serious discussion with him at the same time since he was at 10 years old or younger. This interaction is probably bringing up some memories for Malcolm and making him grieve for the childhood he lost all over again.

3:06 - “You’re gross.” followed by a very regal wave at Mr. David. YES. Queen Jessica. <3

3:25 - Malcolm startling JT is pretty freaking cute. Look at how JT’s expression immediately changes from startled to concerned. I don’t blame him. Malcolm gives off major manic energy in this scene. The visit with the parents did not leave him in a good place. Also - Malcolm straight up admitted that he’s had a ‘rough morning’ this boy almost never tells the truth when he’s struggling. He’s fine. He’s always fine.

3:30 - “Rough month.” IS THIS IT? IS THIS ALL I’M GOING TO GET? JT had a baby THREE EPISODES AGO. ‘rough month’ is a reference to the fact that he’s a new dad and he’s struggling with lack of sleep, leaving Tally alone with the baby while he’s a work, being a good husband, adjusting to dad life, ect. RIGHT?!? We’ve literally had no mention of the baby since 2x3 and I’m losing my mind. I just want someone to say, “Hey JT, how’s the baby?” that’s it. I want 5 seconds of dialogue. Just an acknowledgment that the child exists.

3:54 - “Sooo bring me up to speed.” OMG. That smile is both extremely manic and completely adorable. Seriously - why is no one on the team more concerned about Malcolm during this episode? AND WHERE THE EFF IS EDRISA IN THIS SCENE?!? We’ve been robbed.

4:21 - “What? I liked math class.” OMG. JT is a closet math nerd. You can’t take this headcanon away from me.

4:24 - hahahaha look at Malcolm absorbing the new information about JT. He’s like.....yes. I will keep that information for later. Very good. Will pry further.

5:04 - I love Dani. She’s perfect. She can see that Malcolm just checked out into his own horror of a memory. So she gently teases him to bring him back to reality. <3 This is true friendship. <3

6:00 - Was I the only one who thought it was weird that Gil asked Malcolm to help with the canvasing? Like - doesn’t Malcolm always help? Isn’t that part of what he does to build his profile?

6:12 - “KGB agent” Yes. Malcolm is still annoyed that Ainsley was so competitive about a literal murder last episode. I promise you. Ainsley’s probably still annoyed too.

6:26 - This is why Malcolm is considering telling Ainsley the truth. He’s already losing her. May as well rip off the band-aid. She might not react as badly finding out from him as she would finding out by herself.

6:51 - “That is my vagina.” hahahahaha OMG. As a woman I must say: HOW?!?! As someone who adores JT: hahahahahahahaha OMG.

7:23 - “You’re getting a lot of mileage out of that tidbit”. lol. JT gently teasing Malcolm is one of my favourite things. Hands down. Especially since they’ve reached a point in their friendship where Malcolm doesn’t seem scared or offended when JT makes fun of him. They’re acting like brothers and I LOVE IT. <3

7:25 - “That’s the tip of the iceberg my man.” I have no idea why I am so amused by someone calling Malcolm “my man” but I am.

7:36 - “The Bowery Ripper” hahaha the look that JT and Dani exchange when Malcolm starts nerding out.

8:00 - Wendell is kind of creepy. But like a weird, non-threatening creepy?

8:22 - OMG. JT let the vagina sculpture go. hahaha Look at how grossed out Dani is hahahaha she’s like, “Ugh. Men are gross.”

8:30 - This is why I love JT. He knows that that elevator is sketchy as hell. Plus it’s some (less than subtle) foreshadowing for what’s to come in this episode.

8:41 - How did Dani find out he was at Claremont?! Does Mr. David call Gil every time Malcolm visits?!? ......this is my new headcanon. You will have to pry it from my cold dead hands.

9:00 - This is a really cute moment between Dani and Malcolm. Regardless of whether or not you ship Brightwell - it’s really sweet to see Malcolm interacting so honestly with someone. He’s telling Dani the truth about something and she’s not making him feel bad about how messed up his family is or how weird his situation is. She just listens and teases him to make him smile. That is a good friend. IDC how you feel about Brightwell - right now - this is a GOOD FRIEND moment and Malcolm deserves more of them.

9:10 - Annnnnnndddd this is why Brightwell shouldn’t happen (right now). Dani is still hurt that Malcolm doesn’t trust her enough to tell her everything. She still doesn’t completely trust him after what happened last season. A romantic relationship without 100% trust will fail. End of story. They’re great friends but right now they can’t be in a romantic relationship. It’ll end poorly. (Damn, I hope Brightwell is endgame though).

9:38 - hahaha Greta Swan is a perfect comedic relief for the Dani/Malcolm tension we just witnessed. This girl is a little nuts and a lot funny.

10:00 - “Dad’s lived here his whole life” - wow. The writers really left us some big bread crumbs. We go from the scene where someone mentions a serial killer who killed someone (who was abducted from this hotel) in 1963. THEN we find a strange, gossipy woman and her grumpy father who has lived there his whole life. Coincidence? Nah.

10:17 - SERIOUSLY?!? The Whitly home is ENORMOUS. WHY IS JESSICA LETTING AINSLEY WORK IN THE MURDER BASEMENT?!?!?! We literally just found out that Jessica has a SOLARIUM somewhere in this house.

10:40 - “The guy definitely seems like he kills people.” Oh the irony here.

10:55 - “Are you upset with me?” This is soft and I love it. Malcolm is being vulnerable with his little sister and it warms my heart.

11:07 - “Insomnia sucks.” “Who knew?” Again. Irony.

11:18 - “Anything you want to talk about?” This is precious. Malcolm loves Ainsley SO FREAKING MUCH. He has major Dad/Big brother/concerned school counsellor energy here and I’m here for it.

11:38 - Malcolm’s soooo going to replay this conversation in his head about a million times. He’s going to blame himself for Ainsley’s murder victim of this episode. He’s going to play the “what-if” game. What if - he told her the truth here? Would she still have killed someone tonight?

11:52 - Look at Ainsley’s face here. She seems sort of confused and comforted? Like maybe the fractions of memories that she’s admitting to having are making her believe that she killed Endicott and it scares her. Malcolm telling her otherwise is probably comforting on some level. It’s helping her convince herself that she’s done nothing wrong.

12:25 - According to IMDB - this isn’t the episode LDP directed SO WHY IS THERE SO LITTLE GIL CONTENT IN THIS EPISODE?!?!?!

12:27 - What the hell is the puddle on the floor btw? Is it paint? Tar? Blood? I thought construction hadn’t started on the hotel yet?

14:14 - Malcolm. You. Are. A. Moron. Why go towards the creepy elevator that opened by itself? Why did you think that was a good idea?

14:29 - The Bowery Ripper is pretty strong for an old guy. I mean, Malcolm isn’t that big and he was caught off guard but still.

14:38 - I wanted this scene to be reality SO SO BADLY. I don’t even care about the Brightwell interaction in this scene. Malcolm is on a hospital bed. With an ice pack. I could’ve watched 45 minutes of “Malcolm in the hospital” content. The fact that this boy didn’t spend longer than a 30 second scene in the hospital is a CRIME. Why does Fedak hate giving us the whump aftercare?!? WHY?!?! Doesn’t he know like half the fandom LIVES FOR IT?!?

14:40 - You know how I knew this was the start of Malcolm’s AU dream? 2 reasons: 1) Dani has her hand on the ice pack on Malcolm’s head, even though he totally doesn’t need her help to hold the ice pack to his head. 2) GIL ISN”T HERE. .....although this episode did us dirty with the lack of Gil content (I miss Papa!Gil so much)

14:46 - There’s something about dream JT. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Real and dream JT are almost identical. But dream JT seems to be more open with Malcolm? IDK - he’s more relaxed around Malcolm? I can’t quite describe it. Did anyone else notice that there was just something a little bit different about dream JT? Not even in a bad way. Just different.

15:15 - “Noooo she said it could’ve been worse. Not the same.” hahaha YES DANI. Good looking out. Call out this boy for neglecting his health.

15:24 - This whole scene where Dani and Malcolm do a joint interrogation was awesome. They were talking pretty fast which I found a little distracting but JT said it best, “They were on FIRE”. One thing I REALLY liked about the scene was the dynamic between Dani and Malcolm. Neither one of them was really taking a lead in the interrogation. They were equal partners and I think that says a lot about Malcolm’s romantic desires. He doesn’t want to dominate anyone. He doesn’t want to be taken advantage of. He just wants someone he can trust and respect. Someone who will trust and respect him. He wants a partner. An equal partner. I think that’s a really healthy desire for anyone in search of a relationship.

16:12 - an affair? Did we know that Lyle and/or Katrina were married?!? If they weren’t married it would just be a relationship. Not an affair.

17:01 - Is this honestly the first time Dani has called Malcolm by his first name? In 26 episodes? It must be right? Because I swear I was so shocked my heart skipped a beat (also my Brightwell heart melted but that’s a whole different thing).

17:06 - .....so in Malcolm’s dream does he still work for Major Crimes? Is JT running the department? I need some more details here.

17:12 - Soft!JT <3 <3 <3 How cute is it that in Malcolm’s AU dream, JT (and Dani) don’t actually change (in terms of personality). Their roles in his life just intensify. Dani becomes his significant other and JT becomes a much closer friend/brother. It’s precious. <3 <3 <3

17:52 - Something about the fact that Jessica isn’t drinking liquor in the AU is hilarious and depressing to me. It’s funny because, well, it just tickles me. It’s depressing because Malcolm understands that Jessica drinks to dull the pain. In this AU, she isn’t in pain. She’s happy. Therefore, she doesn’t need alcohol. I don’t know about you but the fact that Malcolm’s subconscious wanted his mom to be happy so badly that she became (more or less) sober - is heartbreaking and heartwarming all at the same time.

18:11 - “No one in this family is scared of a little blood right?” The irony here is THICK.

19:23 - The fact that Ainsley is a doctor just like Martin in Malcolm’s AU is terrifying and hilarious. This whole “I watched Ainsley kill a man” thing is really destabilizing Malcolm’s questionable mental health.

19:27 - “Please Ainsley is the talented one. I’m a distance second.” ....does this mean that Endicott isn’t the first person Ainsley has killed? Does this mean subconsciously Malcolm somehow thinks that Ainsley is a better serial killer than Martin?

19:56 - “No phones at dinner okay?” Something about the way Martin is looking at Malcolm at this moment and Martin’s tone of voice made me think - “Shit. Martin’s still a serial killer in Malcolm’s AU.” Especially since they Ainsley literally just announced to the room that he’s getting a from Claremont.

20:06 - Yep. That’s a nightmare. From the back, Claremont!Gil probably looked like Martin circa mid-2010s for Malcolm.

20:09 - Look idc who you ship on this show. But I will fight you if you don’t think that Malcolm being comforted after a nightmare by someone he loves is the sweetest thing ever. Look at how Dani gently rubs his arm and back. Ugh. This is the kind of safety Malcolm DESERVES.

20:43 - Dani lying on Malcolm’s chest. <3 It just makes me so happy. Not even necessarily because it’s Dani (although I do ship Brightwell as end game) but because Malcolm’s subconscious is showing us his ideal relationship and we don’t see anything wild or questionable - we just see G-rated cuddling. And damn if that doesn’t say a lot about how much Malcolm just wants to be loved.

20:53 - .......Can we have a full episode’s worth of footage where Malcolm is unconscious on the floor? I know I’m a basket case but it would make my whump heart so happy.....even happier if that footage was immediately followed by 40 mins of hospital care/comfort footage.

20:59 - I know that time has sort of slowed down for the purpose of plot in this episode but ngl - every time we saw the elevator approaching passed out Malcolm all I could think was “this is the slowest elevator in the world.”

21:26 - Malcolm is so so relaxed and comfortable in this scene. I want him to be this happy forever.

22:07 - “You deserve all of it.” Malcolm subconsciously just wants permission to be happy. He doesn’t think he deserves to be happy (especially after Endicott). That little revelation broke my heart. Also the Brightwell kiss was adorable. Dani takes control because, Malcolm wants to feel wanted and this is how his subconscious is manifesting that desire. I will argue that Malcolm doesn’t necessarily want a relationship where his partner takes charge or dominates him. He made coffee of both of them. They’re living in his apartment. They’re having calm, mature, adult conversations. They are both equal partners in his dream relationship.

22:45 - Dani isn’t scared of Malcolm when his hand starts shaking. She isn’t judging him. She’s just concerned. <3

22:47 - “Existential ennui”? Soooo much french in this episode. Damn. “Jamais vu”, “Quelle suprise”. Now “ennui”.

23:35 - “I don’t fit your profile.” ....am I expected to believe that Malcolm didn’t realize this was a dream until this moment? Dani calling him “Malcolm Whitly” in the last scene wasn’t a red flag? Or the fact that Ainsley is a doctor. Or that Martin isn’t in Claremont? Or that Jessica isn’t drinking booze by the bucket? I mean, I know he has a head injury but these are big red flags.

24:15 - Sooooo is Wendell dead irl? Because this is technically a dream.

25:02 - “I thought we were looking for an inexperienced psychopath. A first time killer.”......this is him projecting about Ainsley right? Am I overthinking this? And now he says, “I was wrong”. Is that supposed to suggest that Malcolm thinks Ainsley has killed someone before Endicott?

25:07 - “The blows are confident. They were having fun.”.....couldn’t the same be said about how Ainsley stabbed Endicott? They were definitely confident stabs (plus a confident throat slitting).

25:14 - “We’re looking for a serial killer.” Istg the writers are hinting that Ainsley is a serial killer (or will become one soon).

25:27 - Mr. David appears in the AU but Edrisa doesn’t. We were ROBBED.

26:07 - I’m not the only one who thinks that beard makes Gil look like a werewolf right?

26:33 - Claremont!Gil is creepy. LDP’s performance here is really really good. Also - I hate it. Because serial killer Gil is just not my Gil and it upsets me to see Gil chained to a wall.

26:56 - Sooooo in the AU “The Surgeon” is still at large right? ....you’d think Malcolm would be trying to solve that case with Dani and JT. You know, an active prolific serial killer in New York?

27:34 - The way that Martin, Gil, and Malcolm interact in this scene is really interesting to me. In a lot of ways, this isn’t an AU. Think about it.

In the dream: Gil is frantically trying to convince Malcolm that Martin is a serial killer. In a way, Gil is trying to protect Malcolm from Martin.

In reality: Gil just shoots Malcolm disapproving looks when he mentions seeing Martin. Gil desperately tries to protect Malcolm from Martin.

In the dream: Martin is trying to convince Malcolm that Gil is a monster. He’s trying to convince Malcolm that he’s a Good father. That he would never hurt Malcolm. That he loves Malcolm.

In reality - Martin is the same.

The only main difference between AU!Martin, AU!Gil, and their real counterparts is their temperaments. AU!Martin has Gil’s calm, comforting, and rational temperament while AU!Gil has Martin’s angry, manic, and controlling temperament.

What is the same between the AU characters and their real counterparts?

Martin is still a manipulative killer.

Gil still shoots Malcolm looks of concern (27:45).

Gil and Martin still hate each other.

28:30 - Even dream Martin tries to gaslight Malcolm.

28:56 - “You can always count on Dad.” ....is this how Malcolm really feels about Martin subconsciously? It kind of makes sense? Who did Malcolm turn to when Ainsley did the unthinkable? Not Gil or Jessica. Malcolm said it in 1x12 - (I’m paraphrasing) “The child in me thought he cared. Loved me even.” I think there’s still a part of Malcolm that believes that. Or at least a part of Malcolm that desperately wants to believe that.

29:17 - “I’ve never been to a crime scene before.” That’s because you create the crime scene, Martin. In all versions of reality.

29:20 - annnnnnd AU Martin shares regular Martin’s weird fascination with Dani.

31:00 - JT being buddy-buddy with Martin is hands down the most horrifying part of the AU.

31:10 - “I think he’s having a psychotic break.” ......I want this to be foreshadowing so so so badly. I think it would be so interesting to see how the team, Jessica, Ainsley, and even Martin deal with Malcolm just having a total breakdown. Maybe not a full psychotic break. Maybe a nervous breakdown? Or he succumbs to his suicidal ideation? Probably a little too dark for network TV though.

31:34 - “I’m very protective of her and her boots.” Does Malcolm see himself as the Bowery Ripper, trying to protect Ainsley as opposed to his daughter? Or is the Bowery Ripper supposed to be a metaphor for Martin protecting Ainsley? Is Malcolm going to take the fall for Ainsley and all her murders?!?

32:45 - “Why did you kill again? After all these years.” istg this is hinting that Ainsley killed someone as a kid and Martin knows about it.

33:00 - “I can’t let my daughter know what I was.” .....is the Bowery Ripper supposed to be Ainsley? Is Ainsley killing people to try and protect Malcolm? Ugh. I’m totally overthinking this.

33:02 - Even in his dream, Malcolm can’t bring himself to kill his father. Wether that is by cutting off contact with Martin irl or letting the Bowery Ripper kill him in the AU.

33:07 - Actually though - why doesn’t Malcolm carry a gun IRL? We know he’s trained to use one. We saw him use one in the pilot on a case for the FBI. Is there some sort of NYPD rule about consultants carrying weapons? Is it a rule that Gil has imposed on Malcolm? Is it a rule that Malcolm has imposed on himself? A mixture? I want to know.

33:38 - OMG. Is Malcolm going to try and kill Ainsley?!?! What a twist that would be. AU Malcolm just killed a killer. He doesn’t seem to feel bad about it and he agrees with Martin that “everything is okay now”.

33:55 - This hug deeply moved me. Malcolm is fully aware that this hug isn’t real but he looks so content to be hugged by his father. Malcolm is finally getting a proper hug. <3 It honestly makes me wonder what Malcolm would do IRL for his father’s approval though. He’s clearly sooo desperate for Martin to love him. Who knows what Martin will be able to convince Malcolm to do in this season? Malcolm’s not all that mentally stable right now and he’s really vulnerable emotionally. I’m worried.

34:26 - “Not that it’s a competition.” ....yep. Ainsley wants to be better than Malcolm even in Malcolm’s own subconscious.

35:00 - Heart. Breaking. Watching Ainsley, Martin, and Jessica tell Malcolm how good they think Dani is for him breaks my heart. Look at how happy Malcolm looks. Look at how desperately Malcolm wants this to be real. Ugh. My heart is shattered.

35:20 - “You’re the best, big brother.” Even Malcolm’s subconsious knows that he’s an excellent big brother. Seriously, I love my younger brother but I don’t think I could ever cover up a murder for him. Never mind dispose of the body. Maybe I would? IDK the situation has never come up (thankfully).

35:25 - .....aaannnnnndd we’re back to the Girl in the Box.

35:58 - “Why would you ever want to leave?” “Because it’s all a lie.” Isn’t Malcolm living a lie IRL too? He’s pretending that Ainsley is a law-abiding citizen. He’s pretending that he isn’t an accomplice in a murder. He’s living in constant fear because of his secrets. They’re going to destroy him. This is why I think a suicide attempt is a possibility for this season. This trauma is a lot bigger (in some ways) than last season’s. Plus - Malcolm has a lot of pre-existing trauma. This could be the metaphoric straw that breaks the camel’s back.

36:45 - “Even in my wildest dream. I’m still a detective. I need to seek the truth. No matter how painful.” That’s it. That’s Malcolm’s character in a nutshell. “Traumatized boy who intentionally puts himself through more trauma for the sake of seeking the truth.”

37:01 - “You’re right. I need to work on that.”.......if Malcolm tells Gil and/or the team about Ainsley next episode I will lose my mind.

37:15 - TOM PAYNE. YOU ABSOLUTE TREASURE. THIS IS SUCH A GREAT PERFORMANCE. THOSE UNSHED TEARS. THAT DESPERATE ANGER. THAT HOPELESSNESS AND DESPAIR. <3 <3 <3 <3

38:21 - Look, I’m a mechanical engineering student (not an expert) but if that was a wooden stick like I think it is - that would’ve NEVER stopped an elevator (at least, not long enough for Malcolm to escape). But I’ll overlook it for whump. Because Malcolm has a head wound and I’m loving it.

38:33 - I’ve rewatched this clip of Malcolm with a bloody face meeting JT and Dani about 50 times (wish I was exaggerating that number). There is something so gorgeous about this scene. I mean - the fact that Malcolm is clearly in physical and emotional pain is enough to make my whump heart sing but it’s more than that. Listen to the genuine concern in JT’s voice when he says, “You okay?”. Look at Dani’s concerned face. Listen to how soft and desperate Malcolm’s voice is when he says, “When was the last time I talked to you?” Look at how concerned and confused JT and Dani are when Malcolm says, “I know who the killer is.” They’re not scared of Malcolm. They’re scared for Malcolm. Malcolm just showed up covered in blood, he can’t walk straight, he’s clearly confused, and now he’s claiming that he’s solved the case. They’re worried about him and they have every right to be. Listen to how broken Malcolm sounds when he says, “Long story.” <3 <3 <3 I’m in love with this scene.

39:19 - “Are you sure about this?” “I have no idea.” This. Is. Important. JT and Dani have every reason to believe that this old man isn’t a killer but Malcolm’s head injury is making him confused. BUT they choose to trust Malcolm (or at the very least, humour him). They trust him enough to take a risk on him and I think that’s beautiful. I think that’s exactly what Malcolm needed after his nightmare of an AU dream. He needed to know that they care about him IRL. I hope he notices their behaviour despite the head injury.

39:35 - Malcolm puts the skull down with his ungloved hand. I’m blaming the head injury.

39:55 - Look this was a really moving scene. The parallel of Malcolm arresting a serial killer in front of the serial killer’s child and Martin being arrested in front of Malcolm is haunting. HOWEVER, when that old man stood up from the wheelchair my stupid brain went “THAT ASSHOLE NEVER EVEN NEEDED THE WHEELCHAIR?!?”.....even though he literally wasn’t in a wheelchair in Malcolm’s dream.

40:40 - WE WERE ROBBED. I want to see the scene where Malcolm explains his dream to the team. I want to see GIL. WHERE THE EFF IS GIL IN THIS EPISODE?!?! FURTHERMORE - I WANT THE IRL VERSION OF “MALCOLM GOES TO THE HOSPITAL FOR A HEAD INJURY” SCENE. WTF FEDAK. GIVE ME THE AFTERCARE.

40:47 - “That man will be buried in a turtleneck.” hahahahahaha OMG. Iconic.

41:27 - “Goodnight Malcolm.” <3 <3 <3 She called him Malcolm IRL. Excuse me while I go and stoke my slow burn Brightwell fire.

41:36 - “Goodnight.” This is the face of a man who just accepted the fact that he will never be happy. Malcolm honestly doesn’t think he deserves to be in a relationship. Especially with someone as beautiful, kind, and talented as Dani.

41:40 - THAT HAT. Was this really in Season 1?!?! I don’t remember it? But holy hell - I want to see Malcolm wear it. Like now. It’s going to make me laugh. I can feel it.

41:53 - Immediately you can hear that something is wrong in Ainsley’s voice. She sounds distracted, dissociated, and scared.

42:14 - Give. Tom. Payne. An. Emmy. Listen to his voice breaking here. He’s so close to tears and it’s genuinely beautiful. Such an astounding performance.

42:51 - I honestly think Ainsley is shaking her head because she realizes that she made a mistake. She came to Malcolm because she thought he killed Endicott. She thought that he’d be able to understand. That he’d be able to help her because he had committed the same crime she just committed. She was wrong. He can help her - but legally, he really shouldn’t.

43:08 - Look. A new scene for Malcolm’s night terrors.

43:15 - Yep. This is going to drive Malcolm into a mental breakdown. This is bad.

43:20 - There’s a part of me that wants Malcolm to tattle on Ainsley. Just so he doesn’t have to keep the secret any longer. The secret is killing him. Telling won’t make the situation any better though. Gil and the team will react horribly and it’ll make Malcolm feel like garbage. Plus I can only imagine how the press would scrutinize the Whitly’s again. It won’t be good any way you slice it.

I have a love/hate relationship with this episode. On one hand - it’s the cannon AU episode that every fanfiction lover dreams of. It’s also a really compelling episode complete with some excellent acting and great insight into Malcolm’s psyche. HOWEVER: 1) not enough Gil, 2) WHERE IS MY WHUMP AFTERCARE?, and 3) I wanted to see Malcolm at the base of that elevator for longer. The whump wasn’t prolonged enough for my sick soul.

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I realize documenting canon breaks in a show where the writers have outright said they don’t even bother with canon because they don’t care to keep track of things and they assume their viewers won’t either is a fool’s errand, but honestly the number of canon breaks in the last episode of Charmed amused me so here we go:

- Carter is established in this episode to have had no grandchildren apparently, which outright contradicts his one scene in season 1 where Mel and Harry see him playing with young kids who are implied to be his grandchildren. I assumed maybe it would be a case where Gil had a sibling but nope, apparently she’s his only one now and she never had kids, and Georgie is clearly too young to have a family of his own.

- Abigael’s mother is established to have been abusive to her and to have kicked her out of the house when she was sixteen, but this leaves unaddressed how Abigael would still have her mother’s potion book if the woman got the point where she thought she couldn’t be cured of her demonic side. I guess theoretically the book could have been given to her as a sort of “Once you figure out how to fix yourself with this you can come home” kind of thing? That’s the only way I can think to justify it, so maybe this isn’t as big of a canon break as I initially thought, and Abigael clearly still wanting her mother to love her would explain why she kept it. I just thought it was odd.

- The reference to Abigael nearly burning Waverly to death (or at least nearly burning her) contradicts the canon fact that in season 2 Abigael couldn’t create flames on her own until she took Macy’s demonic powers; until that point all she could do was move fire around and control it via her witch powers with more finesse than Macy could manage, since in comparison her fire was more powerful but generally not controlled. Contrary to some, I don’t think this is an active retcon to make Abigael more sympathetic; that would imply the writers give a flying fig about their canon to start with, which they clearly don’t.

- This honestly probably isn’t even worth mentioning because this whole “make Harry mortal again” plot line is stupid and I deeply hate it, but I’m going to document it anyway: Harry showing up for this idiotic bullshit is a direct contradiction of his wish in season 1 to not involve himself in Carter’s life or make him known to his surviving family, as while finding them does give him closure he feels the ship has sailed on actually being involved in their lives. Frankly it would have been more sympathetic if Harry had found out somehow that Carter had died and he wanted to attend his funeral for closure, but God forbid this man have a single storyline outside of Hacy now.

- This isn’t even a canon break, I’m just taking a moment to note how confused I am by the state of Melby and its poor writing because good Lord. For a woman Mel claims to love she doesn’t even seem to know Ruby’s last name and she hasn’t seemed to have met her mother--and you know that’s a good point, if you did know you were going to return the allergy why didn’t you at least text her or some shit to give her a heads up in advance? Like God bless Melonie and Bethany, they’re clearly doing their best with what they get, but all they’re being given is crumbs.

#charmed #Abigael Caine #Harry Greenwood #Mel Vera #melby

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Lightened Shadows Chapter 2

AU: Final Fantasy 4

Tag list: @xsunnyhoseokx @otomehideout-indecentconfessions @file-missing @risefallrise

Rating: M

Potential Triggers: Pretty descriptive fantasy violence this time around(boss fights will hopefully always be this well written; I’m real proud with how the scene came out so I hope you like it).

Pairing: Ever-evolving :)

Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Hurt & Comfort

Length: 6.2k+

The air was cool from the little you could feel thanks to your armor but you knew it’d heat up quickly thanks to the sun. Thankfully, it hadn’t risen too much given how early it was.

“Shall we stop in town first?”

Yoongi stopped you as you turned in the direction towards where the cave you needed to go through waited with a gentle hand on your arm, your armor clanking at the contact.

“Hm? Didn’t you say you already got provisions just this past nightfall?”

He smirked sheepishly and shrugged.

“I may have forgotten in the midst of the men celebrating my victory in our spat. Apologies. Shall we?”

You nodded, barely holding back a sigh.

‘As if I don’t feel bad enough. Now I have to go get supplies and probably scar a few children in the process with my intimidating appearance. Spectacular.’

You entered the quaint little village just diagonal to the castle gates and looked around, trying to go through the brief list of what you needed in your mind.

‘It should be a short expedition; 2 days at most, 3 if we stop to pitch a tent after delivering the ring to get their explanation once you entered the village.’

You were sure you wouldn’t be welcome there for long. The town of Mist was known for little else than their reclusive nature and had never been particularly fond of those that hailed from Baron, so perhaps best you purchase one just in case they wouldn’t let you stay at the inn as you feared.

Yoongi led the way to the item shop and offered you a wave as he ran off somewhere; probably to attend to some last-minute errand he’s forgotten about.

“How can I help you today, my Lady?”

It was a quick transaction; you luckily had plenty of gil to spare thanks to the 500 gil provisions the King’s guard had insisted you take, along with 5 Potions and a Phoenix Down should the worst come to befall one of you in battle. You bought one more Phoenix Down for good measure in addition to that Tent and exited looking around to see Yoongi’s distinctly teal armor. He’d always hated that ugly green the other Dragoons were forced to wear, so he’d had Jin help him create his own armor once he'd been promoted to Captain.

Having experience building airships was surprisingly helpful in creating armor that could withstand some damn mighty blows apparently.

You exited the shop looking around for Yoongi carelessly as you walked through the town, trying to not draw any attention to yourself; only to look down in surprise at a sudden banging from your armor being hit repeatedly. A small boy was there, angrily pounding on your armor with tears streaming down his face.

“You took my Daddy away!! I hate you!”

A wince graced your face behind your mask and for once you lowered it, kneeling to the boys’ height and gently restraining his hands firmly in your own. You had no choice but to take many people to the guards if they happened to be foolish enough to run into you. It had been one of the ways you’d rose in rank so quickly; catching criminals. But...it never made it any easier to see the carnage left in the wake of your actions.

“...I’m sorry. I know there is naught I can say to soothe your pain, but all I can do is apologize. I had a duty to fulfill, and I did as was necessary.”

The child sniffled, but the hatred once in his eyes had died down to a mere simmer.

“You don’t seem so mean. Please miss...I just want my Daddy back. Mommy said he’s served all his time; can’t you get him for me? I promise I’ll work doubly hard to ensure we’re never poor enough to have to steal again!”

He seemed so proud, puffing his chest out, and as you released his hands he placed them on his hips in a show of how strong he could and would be.

A glance upwards saw his Mother suddenly rushing towards you both and the woman was on the floor on her knees, hands, and head both level to the ground at your feet.

“Please Lady Captain! Forgive my boy! He means no harm!”

Your heart clenched as you stood and the boy seemed distressed, seemingly coming to the conclusion that you were leaving as he grabbed onto your arm.

“Miss, please! His name is Raisoro. Even if it's not today please at least look for him when next you return to the castle!”

You noticed Yoongi waiting as the crowd parted and knew you'd have to make this quick. He'd never been good with this kind of situation.

You nodded resolutely, meeting the boy’s eyes.

"I swear it on my role as a Dark Knight…"

You met the mother's eyes too as your gaze softened behind your visor and you helped her to her feet.

"And as someone who also loves another. I will check and return for you once I next visit the castle. I have a mission to do before that so it may take some time but-"

"Thank you Lady Captain! You're so gracious!"

The mother was barely holding herself together at your words and you squeezed her hand briefly before you pulled away after a ruffle of the boy's hair and made your way to Yoongi who was looking on in solemn understanding.

"...Dare I ask?"

"The boy's father has been in prison past his sentence, caught stealing food for his family. I promised I'd check once we got back."

Yoongi glanced at you from his place beside you as a chuckle escaped him.

You felt your cheeks heat and huffed defensively.

"What's so funny!?"

He shrugged with a fond smile as he shook his head.

"Still too kind for your own good is all. Could have been a lie, an attempt to steal money, or a ploy to stir up rebellion in the town against the King starting with you by using a young boy but you responded so genuinely that even if that's what it was it backfired miserably."

He snickered a bit more, a rare sound to be sure for most but you enjoyed it nonetheless even as you blushed.

"It's my job as Lady Captain. I may serve the Red Wings but the townspeople are my concern too. I guess it probably seems silly since you're of the Dragoon branch, only responsible for protecting the castle and monster patrol.”

His laughter died but you caught the amused smirk at his lips.

“All the better for me. People can be complicated whereas fiends are useful for little more than target practice and exercises to bring my jumps to larger heights.”

You shoved him playfully with a roll of your eyes.

“Alright hotshot; that’s enough bragging. Did you do your little errand? I want to check in with Hoseok’s Mom while we’re here. You know how worried he can get about her when he gets stuck at the castle healing overnight.”

Yoongi seemed to hesitate at that but reluctantly nodded and let you lead him to the small house towards the center of the village where Hoseok’s mom had received her own home after Hoseok had received his white cape as proof he was a Baron White Mage. You knocked on the door and after a moment it swung open to reveal Hoseok’s mother. You smiled kindly, mouth guard already lowered out of respect even as she glared at you disapprovingly.

“What do you two want!?”

“I just wanted to check in on you. Hoseok wanted to ensure you were eating enough and healthy.”

She huffed irritably and leaned against the doorjamb as Yoongi shifted uncomfortably beside you, causing her gaze to briefly shift to him before going back to you.

“I’m doing just fine; no thanks to you. His Majesty’s recent behavior troubles me. I heard you and your boy there have been doing some just terrible things, under his orders or no. All I want is Hoseok to be safe from such gory acts and that’s your job as his lover.” The glare she gave Yoongi did not go unnoticed by you and you noted the way his whole body tensed and his mouth went in a firm straight line. “And that goes for any kind of hurt. Have I made myself clear?”

You maintained your amicable smile even as it felt like you’d just been speared through the heart. Your voice was unbearably soft as you responded, cursing the way it wavered.

“O-Of course madam. I will protect him till my very last breath if I must. I would happily absolve any pain he has experienced or will in the future if I was only able, so he wouldn’t have to shoulder an ounce of suffering.”

She nodded and raised her chin in superior pride at your answer before she nodded curtly.

“Good. Ensure your feelings forever remain so stalwart; as do your ideals or the world may lose one Dark Knight.”

With that, the door slammed shut, and the sting of her obvious distrust bordering on rejection cut deep as you all but stumbled away with Yoongi hot on your heels as you made your way through the little alcove at the back of the village to the river where you knew no-one would be.

You were barely maintaining the lid on your emotions but at the sight of your glassy gaze, Yoongi couldn’t withhold his ire and hissed through gritted teeth as he clenched his fists.

“Who does she think she is talking down to you like that!? Hoseok and you have been together for how many years now? 3?”

He snarled as he whirled to grip your shoulders unintentionally being a bit rough, not that it made a difference thanks to the armor guarding your shoulders, careful to avoid the spikes.

“She even dared to imply you of all people would be unfaithful. After everything you’ve been through with Hoseok and me, it just-”

He inhaled sharply to try and gather himself and his eyes rushed to yours at your watery giggle.

“Is something humorous?”

He certainly didn’t find any amusement in this.

You smiled weakly.

“I just find this all morbidly ironic. I told Hoseok just last night how cowardly I was and it seems even his mother agrees.”

Yoongi wrenched himself away from you with a hiss, eyes narrowing.

“You? A coward? That is comical.”

“I knew you wouldn’t understand. I obeyed His Majesty’s orders without a second thought. I harmed innocent people-”

“Except they’re not innocent. You seem to be forgetting that. His Majesty explicitly said they knew too much of the Crystal and its secrets-”

“And what gives him the right to decide that!? It’s not our culture or our way of life!! We’ve been focused on technological advancement rather than the power of the crystals for decades...why now does His Majesty seem so intent on them!?”

You covered your mouth in horror at the treasonous words that escaped your lips, and Yoongi had gone eerily still as well before he quickly looked around for any potential eavesdroppers.

Seeing none, he lowered his voice and frowned seriously at you once again placing his hand on your shoulder. You could see the weight of your words had made their mark from the grim look in his eyes. So it troubled him too. You always knew he was a good actor but his emotionlessness towards this subject, in particular, had admittedly made you feel isolated in your beliefs. Sure, you’d heard the rumors, but they hadn’t been raised by His Majesty as you had. Their opinion simply didn’t hold the same weight as Yoongi or Hoseok’s would. In any case, Yoongi’s low drawl of your name made your eyes lock onto his.

“They were deceitful and thankfully His Royal Highness caught it in time before they began a rampage against the whole Blue Planet. Let us be grateful for that and move on. Yes?”

Hesitance shown in your eyes but you swallowed back the bitter taste of betrayal on your tongue and nodded. No time to wallow in any case; you had Hoseok to get home to.

“Enough talk. Let us depart for Mist."

Yoongi finally seemed appeased and he watched as you raised your mouthguard once again though he didn’t comment on it as you both exited the little alcove at the back of the town, only for Yoongi to bump right into a familiar girl.

“June! How’re things?”

You easily put on a mask of ease, though at the younger girl’s giddy grin you found it wasn’t difficult.

“Oh, it’s been just peachy! You know Jin...always working! But he came home last night so to reward him I’m baking him his favorite pumpkin pie for when he finally wakes up.”

“He still hasn’t awoken? It’s only a little past dawn but I’ve seen him working well past this just last week…”

Yoongi mused and you saw the twist of a smirk on his lips when you shot him a knowing glare.

June huffed at that, shaking her head in disappointment.

“I’m gonna wring that old man's neck one of these days, mark my words! He works too hard...we’re not that hurting for gil.”

Her last phrase was little more than a mumble but your hand was already reaching for your gil pouch before you could even consciously think. As if anticipating your movements though, Yoongi took a step forward, hand already outstretched with a small pouch, filled to the brim and neatly tied off.

At June’s wide-eyed hesitance, Yoongi cut her off as she opened her mouth, no doubt to refuse.

“You’d best take it before a pickpocket does. I’ll remain standing like this until the gil is taken.”

His voice was a low rumble, despite his words as he clearly wanted her to have it, not some thief, and all three of you knew even should he keep his word like you knew he would, he’d merely reclaim his gil and find some other way to give it to the family, perhaps by smuggling it into Jin’s biweekly wages.

June finally took the pouch, and you felt a little misty-eyed as you watched her throw her arms around Yoongi, taking the Dragoon Captain by surprise and making him stumble and fumble to return her gesture of affection with an awkward pat on her back.

“Y-Yes yes of course, now just release me, will you? People are staring.”

He grumbled, and you were sure without his mask he’d be red as a beet by now.

Yoongi grew serious, however, and gently caught June’s hand as she went to run off after thanking him profusely.

“I want you to be sure you go right on home and hide that somewhere nice and secure. Only take what you need and then return to the markets. I don’t want you being targeted for fraternizing with the likes of us. And…” He hesitated but finally handed her something else you couldn’t see as he stepped into her space as he abruptly tugged her into a proper hug.

“Take that as well. Use it only if you must.”

He mumbled something else by her ear and then just as quickly pulled away. June looked flustered as well, a little nervous and as Yoongi rejoined you, you side-eyed him with a hint of mirth in your gaze. You were positive he could feel it and eventually after a minute of walking towards the exit he hissed only once you’d both been alone for several minutes.

“What?”

You offered a simple hum.

“Hm? Oh, I’m just recalling a certain Dragoon mocking me not an hour ago for being too kind. Yet here you are, giving away money I know you’d been saving up for that new lance you wanted. You even gave her a weapon by the looks of it.”

Your voice quieted for that last part as you drew closer to him to whisper and he merely sighed in resignation at that.

“Of course you noticed. Always so knowing, aren’t you? June deserves to eat. Did you not also happen to notice the flatness of her gil pouch? You know how much they’ve been inflating prices.”

You blinked at that in surprise.

“The item shop charged me the same rate as always. I had no idea…”

Yoongi snorted at that, cool and sarcastic.

“Of course they would. You’re the King’s guard dog, they know better than to draw your, or my ire. But the townspeople? They are not so lucky. There is a reason people like that family who pleaded with you have had to turn to stealing and they are but one of many.”

“And here I thought I was knowledgeable on the way our people were treated...how do you know all this?”

Yoongi shrugged.

“My men have families here; unlike the Red Wings who’re typically born into the military, the Dragoons have always been expected to be enlisters. The practice may have died some with the passage of time but it is still a thing of the present and I asked a few of them to report to me. I pay them a little extra on the side and they know I’m not a turncoat despite being close to His Majesty. You’re the first one I’ve told, actually and I know well enough you’re as good for your silence as I.”

This new information made dread sit heavy in the pit of your stomach. First a degradation of the King’s morality, and now even Baron’s shopkeepers were turning against civilians? You froze for a moment and swallowed nervously. Your King. He was your king still. The just and firm but kind man who’d raised you into the woman you had become. Deep breaths. All would be forgiven and explained when you returned. You were sure of it. Yoongi had said so and he was always right. You just had to have faith. You and Yoongi reached the gate and you looked to him as you ensured your armor was tightened and your sword scabbard ready to give you access to your sword at a moment's notice.

He too had done his checks and nodded at you, mouth now in a stern frown as he readied himself with grim determination for the journey ahead.

After a shared nod at one another, you both stepped out into the overworld and began making your way to the Cave of Mist.

The monsters had been gradually growing more and more feral as the years had gone on. Now they were violently beyond reason, willing to strike at a moment’s notice; including those who didn’t pose a threat. You remembered a simpler time where more docile monsters had been used to train even children, including yourself, Yoongi, and Hoseok. Now, it was a risk of death every time trade happened. Perhaps it was a good thing tensions were so high between the nations nowadays.

In any case, Yoongi and yourself were trained to fight and take out even the most intelligent of monsters thanks to being taught the ways of the sword and lance respectively by your King. Yoongi also had his father for a time to fall back on before he perished. Most monsters seemed to catch onto this and kept their distance from you both, but those either too foolish or too hungry to care still attacked. You remained unscathed, your armor keeping you safe from a particularly volatile Sword rat, the purple beast expelling it’s sharp spines your way. Even bringing up your shield, a few broke through your defenses and you couldn’t help your wince as they made contact with a harsh reverberation as they hit your chest and legs.

Yoongi took a risk and threw his spear at the beast and thankfully it cried out in pain before finally going limp. He retrieved his weapon and shot a smirk your way, and claimed you’d owe him a drink once you returned to Baron.

That was the only incident you had come across until you reached the cave itself. Since most monsters knew better than to start a fight with you both, you hoped those dwelling within the Cave of Mist would have the same ideas.

Oh, how wrong you were.

The larvae and eyewing moths inhabiting the cave were particularly irritating. The moths liked to blind you and the larvae loved to use slow, only prolonging their inevitable deaths. Blind was always a pain to deal with; you both being melee attackers and all. Sure, spell casters and mages were affected as well, but oftentimes they could locate the monsters or other teammates thanks to locking onto their energy if they were fast enough. No such luck here.

Still, you managed to take them out. However, something strange had occurred, twice now which was not to your liking.

A voice had called out to you, ghostly and ominous, ordering you both to return whence you came. It had no discernable gender, but the lilt underneath the words made you guess it may have been female.

Could this be the Eidolon you’d been sent to slay?

Despite the constant feeling of being watched, the journey through the cave was not a difficult one and you sensed no malice from the entity. Not until you reached the cave’s exit in any case.

“You are not welcome beyond this point, swine of Baron. Return to your castle and leave this place in peace.”

You frowned at that, ring sitting heavily in its own dedicated pouch at your hip and the image of Hoseok’s worried face in your mind.

“We can’t do that. Please, I beg you allow us refuge. We have a mission we must see through!”’

“As do I. I take it you mean to refuse my plea then?”

The voice had gained an aggressive but defeated edge and Yoongi stepped forward, all cocky indifference.

“We have given you your answer.”

“...Very well. Then you leave me with no choice. Forgive me.”

With that, the mist that had not aided your journey in the least began coalescing and you both drew your weapons in preparation.

A pink scaled dragon had appeared in front of you, and you and Yoongi could both sense the difference in power compared to the weak monsters thus far. You’d used up what little Eye Drops you’d had in stock, and now only had 2 Potions after healing at the slightest injury earlier, thinking you’d had plenty. Luckily you still had both Phoenix Downs should one of you fall unconscious before the other.

You shared a look with Yoongi and he nodded in understanding, before hopping up and continuing to move from rock to rock, trying to get as much height as possible to come down all the harder on your enemy. Not one to be left out, you turned your attention to the battle, knowing full well you were the only remaining target, and steeled yourself, letting dark energy surround you as you carefully fed just enough of yourself into your attacks to power them up while not causing too much physical damage to yourself.

It still made you wince and caused an off sensation within your soul whenever you chose to use Darkness but the King always said the payoff would be worth it if the enemy went down.

Said enemy roared in frustration and swung a large claw at you which you barely managed to dodge before slashing, watching as darkness coated the wound you’d left, seeping in and making it hurt all the more. Your eyes widened in surprise as before you could hop back the creature snarled and jumped, shoving you to the ground with its claws and holding you there as its face lowered towards your vulnerable frame.

Yoongi couldn’t have chosen a better time to come, slamming down onto the back of the beast, spearing the Eidolon with as much force as he could muster. You watched as blood gushed, ignoring the confusion that hit you at seeing the substance to instead take its momentary preoccupation with Yoongi as it tried to bite him off of its back to get ahold of your sword and stabbing its foot to make it release you.

It let out a wail of pain, and you knew you were close. Yoongi deftly hopped off and dragged you out from under the creature, tossing you a Potion before he unleashed a flurry of passionate slashes to keep the monster engaged and focused on him. You quickly slammed your mouth guard down and chugged the bitter liquid with a gag and a grimace, feeling the physical aching and the toll on your soul both fade as you regained full lucidity.

You shook off your daze and felt the power of Darkness fade as fast as it had arrived. Better not to use it twice in one battle and from the way the beast had slowed it seemed the battle was finally coming to an end.

Yoongi was holding his own quite well; he’d always been the more nimble out of the two of you what with having to find the perfect openings to Jump and all and he’d already managed to push the creature back some so you could recover in peace.

“Shall we finish this?”

He asked gruffly, panting.

You nodded, but as you went to strike now that it was cornered it suddenly...dissipated into mist?

Well, that just wasn’t fair.

“You will pay for that…”

The ominous threat was made good on and you gasped as a snow-like substance slowly fell around you and Yoongi. You fell to your knees at the freezing cold that enveloped you. Damn. This was why you loathed magic attacks. No matter what armor you wore it mattered not.

You saw Yoongi go down out of the corner of your eye and lunged with a cry of pure, unadulterated fear as the monster came into existence once again and made as if to strike him.

Claws raked across your back and again, your armor or no, you felt the impact and the pain shortly after, even with the adrenaline coursing through you. You were both going to die entirely if you didn’t do something now.

You tossed a Phoenix Down over Yoongi, knowing it’d take a moment for the bird of resurrections feathers to revitalize his life force once again, and stood defensively in front of him. A snarl turned your face to something ugly and you hissed at the monster.

“You want him? Then you’ve got to get through me first!!”

Your cry clearly met its mark as the creature roared in ire at being provoked and you neatly dodge rolled to avoid being hit as it attempted to catch you in its claws, scrambling for your item pouch. You shoved the last Potion’s contents down your throat before you let the power of Darkness surround you one final time, ready to sacrifice whatever was necessary of yourself to ensure Yoongi survived. He wouldn’t have much HP left - that Phoenix Down would only get him conscious and all it would take was one good hit for him to go down permanently. Just as you narrowed your eyes in concentration and went to swing downwards, Yoongi let out an abrupt shout and finished his final Jump; using the last remnants of his own power to finish the battle once and for all before you had the chance.

The creature roared, in agony this time, and you watched in cold satisfaction as it collapsed to the cave floor in defeat.

Without so much as a look at the monster that had nearly killed your closest friend you ran over to Yoongi and forced his arm over your shoulder.

“What are you-?”

“Don’t pretend you aren't barely hanging onto consciousness right now you idiot. I know how Phoenix Downs work. It may revitalize you but it’s only enough to get you off the floor unless you also have a Potion or more on hand.”

You began trudging to the cave’s exit, squinting into the dusk.

“We’re making a tent for the night, understand? We’ll go to Mist at first light. You’re in no condition to do anything right now besides recover. I’ll take watch after tending to your wounds and you’ll go right to sleep.”

Yoongi chuckled under his breath until he was forced to cough in pain and you frowned in annoyance at him briefly as fresh air greeted you both. It was a welcome change to the musky cave scent you’d both been stuck with for the past many hours you’d been stuck there. That damn mist had definitely cost you time and from how dark it was outside, you’d been there at least half a day. You'd made good time, if nothing else.

“What’s so funny?”

“You can be such a parent sometimes. I’m fine. Being knocked out happens in fights sometimes. Besides, I managed to save you, didn’t I? I’d say I recovered just fine.”

He muttered cheekily, his voice gruff from being drawn unwillingly out of his unconscious state earlier.

You grumbled at that.

“I had it under control. And anyway...it’s dead. That’s all that matters. The only thing left to do now is to give this ring to Mist and see what they make of it. Surely one of them must know, else his Majesty would not have sent us here.”

You gently set Yoongi down onto a grassy hill you’d found, spotting Mist awaiting you both at the bottom. You were a little winded from carrying his weight; like it or not you were smaller and still weaker than him when it came to straight strength. A quick glance around made you relax a little as you sat down as well, taking off your helmet and letting yourself gulp in the fresh air with relief. It really had felt stuffy in that damn cave. Yoongi meanwhile was stripping himself of his armor, and you nodded down towards where a stream flowed steadily into the town.

“Don’t be afraid to go wash up a little if you’d like once you feel well enough to stand. We can go at dawn as well if you’d prefer, given we’ll be sleeping outside tonight and all.”

Yoongi leveled a glare towards Mist and grumbled as he ran a hand through his messy locks, brushing away the dirt from the cave clinging to his undershirt and pants.

“It’d be nice if we could just go rest at the inn but I know that’s an impossible venture. Say…”

He winced as he examined a few of his wounds, mainly scrapes, and bruises but he had a nice long gash on his arm and head bled a bit as well, most likely from when he’d fallen unconscious.

You could feel your own body aching but tried not to dwell on it, instead rummaging around your item pouch and grabbing a small loaf of bread you'd stashed away and a handkerchief Hoseok always made you carry. A small fond smile twitched onto your lips at the thought of him and you removed your helmet to see better.

Yoongi had turned his gaze to you curiously, expecting you to stay in your armor in the case of monsters but you sighed at his inquiring gaze as you stood and merely walked over to the log he was sitting on, kneeling in front of him and beginning to dab at his bloody forehead.

"Silly Dragoon. When will you learn to stop putting yourself at risk huh?"

You pushed the bread into his hands, with your free one continuing to dab at his wound gently.

"Eat. It'll help you recover faster."

"But what about-"

"I'm not the one who got knocked out."

You yelped as he suddenly grabbed your face and tilted your head to meet his steely brown gaze.

"...You'll eat half or I won't so much as touch it."

You groaned as you smacked his hand away, grumbling at him as you uncorked the only Potion you had left and spilled a little onto the cloth to dab onto the cut on his head, the ghost of a smirk tugging at your lips as he let out a hiss of pain and clenched his hand into a fist.

"You're such a child sometimes. Fine, you big baby. Just eat, will you? Honestly, sometimes I wonder if I should've picked up White Magic as well just to make up for your recklessness."

Yoongi eyed you over the bread as you sat back and sprawled out on the soft grass and nibbled at your half.

"Don't act like you're the paragon of strategy. I saw how you were going to foolishly put yourself in a critical state to try and take the Eidolon out. Armor off. I know you're injured too and we still have ¾ of this Potion left."

His eyes narrowed with a little playful sadism and you knew he was looking forward to tending to your wounds as well.

You smiled with a tinge of nervousness and shook your head.

"No, I'm fine rea-"

"I will come over there and tug it off myself."

"Y-You're too weak to!"

You challenged in disbelief, calling his bluff.

His eyes sparkled again and a cheeky grin now adorned his lips as he moved to stand, causing you to squeak and scramble away from him as you fumbled with your armor.

"A-Alright alright! Sheesh!"

His low voice snickered in amusement as you blushed and reluctantly tugged off the heavy armor pieces. They'd been dented something awful in that fight; you’d need to get it fixed at a blacksmith once you got back to Baron. Still, you had to admit having the added weight off of your tired body was a welcome change.

You were indeed injured as Yoongi and yourself had both noted and you winced at the gash in your side, not having noticed that the Eidolon must’ve managed to graze your side with its claws, fairly deeply. Your black t-shirt was tattered, barely sticking to your body from sweat and a bit from the blood as well. Your head was pounding too, the cool night air alerting you to just how hard you must’ve hit your head as you went down.

“Come. Shirt off; that looks deep.”

You jumped a bit in surprise at Yoongi’s voice right by your ear, turning to frown at him over your shoulder.

“I can take care of it myself Yoongi, you should rest.”

He stared you down until you caved with a huff and shucked off the remnants of your shirt. You made a good choice wearing your more flexible undergarments for activity today in anticipation of fighting. Made this all much more bearable, but Yoongi was resolutely focused on your wound in any case even so. You knew he wouldn’t lay down, let alone sleep until he knew you were at least taken care of. It warmed your heart that he cared for you so.

That warmth faded to a whimper as gentle fingers brushed along the wound assessing the damage.

“Apologies. Hm...Come. I want to clean this with water first. It’s deeper than it looks. It’s a good thing I brought that extra shirt with me after all.”

You felt a little woozy truth be told, but you were still trying to keep yourself together. Yoongi had been knocked out after all. He had to be in worse shape than you. You had to be strong for him.

Yoongi wasn’t buying it though. His gaze locked onto the way you swayed and when he saw you stutter a step as you went to start moving towards the stream nearby, he was quick to grab his shirt and rush to your side where he steadied you with a warm hand on your upper arm.

“Idiot. How did you not notice you were losing this much blood?”

You laughed weakly, through the dizziness as Yoongi helped to guide you to the water.

“Adrenaline is a powerful thing, as Hoseok says. I didn’t even feel it until you made me take off my armor.”

Yoongi growled at that, frustrated as he rushed to clean the wound, uncaring as you flinched at the icy water against your skin.

"Well, we'll have to pray my actions are enough to keep you from meeting an early demise. I know you're strong but even you are Mortal."

The wound now as clean as it could be without magical help, Yoongi reached over for the Potion at his side and poured ¼ of the contents over the wound itself making you yowl in pain.

He was too focused on his task to pay much attention, however, pouring the other ½ of the bottle onto his shirt which he pressed tightly to your side. He frowned seriously at you.

"Hold it there, understand? I'll be back in a moment; I have to grab your armor piece. It'll hold the fabric tightly against the wound for the time being."

You meanwhile were trying to cope with the unbearable stinging. The wound had been deep indeed. You could feel the Potions remnants trying to stitch your body together, to slow the bleeding. It was working, however slow, but Ashura above it hurt.

Yoongi returned after a time and you were surprised to see he was holding another Potion in hand.

"How-?"

He frowned coldly as he crouched at your side and you registered he was now fully adorned in his teal armor save for his helmet which he'd taken off once he saw you.

Your suspicion was confirmed when he wordlessly pressed a familiar earring into your hand.

"You bloody idiot!!!"

Your voice was a poisonous whisper, not wanting to draw any sleeping monsters as you scowled at him and he numbly handed you the Potion.

"Drink."

You shook your head.

"I can't believe you went back to loot that Eidolon Yoongi. What if you'd awoken a monster and-"

Your voice cracked and Yoongi sighed heavily as he saw angry tears make your eyes glassy. You could be so overemotional. You wore facades well around others but he and Hoseok had always been exceptions. You had no need to worry over him.

"I'm here, alive and well, am I not? My wounds are light enough that a good night's sleep will be enough. But yours are more serious. I’m not risking losing you for the sake of your pride. Now drink or I’ll make you.”

His voice lowered an octave at his last sentence and you glowered at him one last time before tossing the Potion back, wincing at the disgusting taste, but sighing in relief as your wound knitted itself back together, speeding up your body's cell regeneration a bit. It was no Hi or even X Potion, but it had sped the process up enough to be sure your body would be fully healed by tomorrow, and at least the bleeding had stopped. A touch of your head and you noted the tingling sensation had faded. Hopefully, any injury you had there had ceased to be as well.

Yoongi had busied himself with attaching just the armor for your side into place so that the Potion soaked fabric would be held against your skin but he turned his gaze to you as he stood and stretched, once again discarding his armor.

“Well; that’s enough excitement for one night. I’m going to go rest until we have to rise at first light. Call if any particularly threatening monsters arise.”

You also stood, your own armor halfway back on as you gently called his name.

“Yoongi!”

He paused, halfway up the hill. His hair was mussed from his rush to loot the Eidolon for your benefit; his long blond ponytail trailing behind him. Long hair has been a part of Dragoon culture for nearly as long as the profession itself had been. It was as characteristic to the culture as the Monks wearing it short, braided, or not at all. Yoongi had mentioned his father had explained that it was a demonstration of the freedom Dragoons symbolized and always fought for. He turned to look at you and his perceptive brown eyes locked onto your own.

You smiled kindly, gaze sincere.

“Thank you. I know I can be…”

You sheepishly rubbed at the back of your neck.

“A bit difficult sometimes. I appreciate it, and you.”

Yoongi scoffed but you could now clearly see his cheeks turning red in embarrassment before he whirled to finish his journey back towards camp to hide it. You still caught the fondness of his tone though, despite the playful words.

“Always so soft…”

You watched until you could no longer see him and turned back to your armor, finishing putting it on and tugging your darkened helmet over your head once more. Luckily the night was still with the only sounds you could hear being the stream beside you and the chirping of harmless bugs. The twin moons were both full tonight, illuminating the Blue Planet brilliantly.

Nevertheless, you decided to do a quick perimeter check deciding your newly healed body could use the movement. It was a peaceful night and you heard the faint crackling of torches as you neared the entrance to Mist. You couldn’t help your curiosity as you watched a young girl run to the river, bucket in one hand and a cloth handmade doll in the other haphazardly sewn together.

She seemed panicked and you faintly heard her voice carry to where you stood just beyond the tree line.

“Agh I can’t believe I forgot to restock!! Mom’s gonna kill me!!”

She finally managed to get the bucket full but you winced sympathetically as in her rush she tumbled over the bucket and sent water spilling everywhere; soaking her to the bone. Just as you debated emerging to help, an older woman with the same hair and eye color ran out of the town and up to her, a worried frown on her lips.

“Jenjia just what do you think you’re doing!?”

Her voice was much quieter you noticed thankfully; it would’ve probably been bad if any fiends had been awoken earlier.

The girl, Jenjia as you now knew her, looked sheepish and beamed nervously up at her mother, clasping her hands behind her back.

“I’m sorry Mom, I just realized we didn’t have any water to boil! You like to have your tea at night with Daddy and I forgot when playing with Cheryl earlier…”

She scuffed her worn looking loafers on the ground as her mother shook her head.

“Well then that’s a day well spent, isn’t it? I’d rather have my daughter home safe and sound than a cup of tea Jia. Your father will feel the same. Leviathan will keep our water flowing clean until tomorrow to refill the stores. Come along now; I’ve already put some beef stew on the stove and I’d rather it didn’t get cold.”

Your heart warmed at the gentle interaction even as a bitter twinge you didn’t want to acknowledge made your chest hurt. You had His Majesty, and that was enough. You never would’ve found Yoongi or Hoseok without him. You turned away as you recalled Yoongi and the girl grabbed her Mother’s hand to be led inside.

Best you were on your way in any case; it wouldn’t be good if Yoongi woke to find you missing, or if a monster snuck up on your camp.

The rest of the night watch passed uneventfully and Yoongi awoke, as he usually did, at first light.

You offered him a capful of water from your flask and he drank it gratefully. You’d used up all the food last night; you really should bring more than simple bread next time. Honestly, it had just slipped your mind...this was why Yoongi and Hoseok typically took care of provisions. You always managed to miss something.

You fiddled absentmindedly with the new earring Yoongi had presented you with last night. It was common practice within Baron to claim trophies from particularly tough monsters and wear them as badges of honor. Typically; you felt pride in a kill and yesterday your mind had been preoccupied with panic and anger but now that it was the next morning you felt no joy, no sense of victory, There had been...no malice or hate that you typically felt from monsters. And it had bled too. It was...odd.

Still, Yoongi had risked his life to get it for you, and King Odin would surely be pleased with the sight of it upon your return. Best to keep it on for now.

You jumped as a pair of armored hands abruptly clapped in your face and offered a weak smile to Yoongi as he held out his hand to help you up.

You grasped it, and he easily pulled you to your feet.

“How are you feeling?”

You couldn’t help the worry seeping into your tone but Yoongi waved you off.

“I told you last night I’d be fine and I am. I feel fit as yesterday before we’d even departed. Rest can often be even more healing than a Potion or Cure spell. Now then, shall we go? I’m sure you must be exhausted and the sooner we return home the sooner we can get you some much needed and deserved rest.”

You nodded at that, and after making sure you both had snuffed out the fire and that your weapons and armor were properly set you began your short trek to the gates of Mist.

It was a tiny village you knew, unlike Damcyan, Fabul, Troia, or Eblan there was no castle, and even Mysidia was more bustling and lively than the few houses dwelling here. It was humble to be sure, but there was a peace and a sense of sincerity here that you doubted you could find anywhere else.

You fingered the box holding the ring in your pocket, a bit nervous now that you were here. Baron and Mist had never had particularly good relations. You prayed that the King asking for their input would establish a rapport and help you maintain a good relationship. You lowered your face visor, figuring being able to see some part of you that was human behind your demonic looking armor would help put them at ease.

As Yoongi and you both entered the village you noticed the civilians within already began side-eying you distrustingly and couldn’t help but wonder if word of Mysidia had already spread but quickly reminded yourself that that was impossible. After all; Troia was the only neighboring kingdom and they would’ve had to have taken an airship here just to inform them. A general lack of airships besides Baron aside, Troia was always neutral anyway and pretty much entirely isolated.

Guess tensions with Baron really were high then.

You suddenly noticed a woman approaching you and recognized her as the mother from last night. Her daughter clutched at her skirt, observing you with curious if shy eyes. You smiled at her while Yoongi offered a respectful nod to the mother.

“Good day ma’am we were just-”

His words were cut off by your pained yelp as you ripped the now searing box that held the ring out of its pouch. You’d been so preoccupied with calming down the young girl you hadn’t noticed the rising temperature until it was near scorching.

“The ring!”

The box was rustling wildly of its own accord as it hit the ground, and Yoongi frowned deeply in confusion only to roughly pull you back several feet as he too jumped back.

The woman too had shoved her daughter behind her and was examining the box before recognition lit her eyes.

“This is-!”

Boom

The box exploded open and Bomb monsters hidden inside didn’t waste any time as they began setting fire to anything and anyone they could. In seconds the village was burning and the smell of burning flesh was everywhere. You could do little more than watch in horrified shock as smoke already was causing your eyes to burn at the spot the woman had just been. That initial violent opening of the box had scorched the poor woman...and her daughter you noted numbly, where they’d stood. The girl-Jenjia you reminded yourself, she had a name- all that remained of her was her doll, slowly burning away to nothingness in front of your very eyes. Suddenly, an abrupt realization hit you.

The bombs were carefully not targeting Yoongi and yourself.

You shook violently as words escaped your lips in hushed horror, taking in the carnage caused in the wake of your visit. It had to be a mistake, it had to. Yoongi would be truthful with you. You must’ve missed something. This wasn’t happening.

“This is what we were sent to do?”

Yoongi looked around with detached and grim determination.

“He wished this village torched.”

Tears streamed down your face and evaporated just as quickly, whether from the flames and smoke or the horror and disgust coursing through you; who could say? You trembled with rage and clenched your fists so tightly your already dented armor creaked a bit more from the force of it.

“But why?”

You raised your head to the sky and let out a guttural raw of pure primal agony.

“Why!?!”

Yoongi remained silent beside you, but you could feel the tenseness coming off of him in waves. This upset him too, you were sure. You numbly looked back down at the ground and it took you a few moments to register a new sound amid the now silent town besides the crackling of the fire and the creaking of buildings as they collapsed in on themselves. Destroyed in mere minutes.

A young boy sobbing.

You grimly raised your head and began walking towards the sound hearing Yoongi’s steady footsteps beside you.

You came across a mint haired boy, hysterically gasping over a woman’s body. Luckily the child was beside the only water source in the town; a small pool which seemed to have kept the Bombs at bay.

As Yoongi and you approached, he clung all the harder to his mother, not even noticing both of you. You barely managed to make out the words between his heart-wrenching sobs.

“Mother you can’t die! J-Just because your dragon did!!”

Yoongi’s eyes suddenly lit with understanding behind his visor and you turned to him in confusion as he nodded to himself.

“I’ve heard of their lot. Men who can conjure Eidolons...Summoners.”

It suddenly hit you and you mumbled to yourself as it all seemed to come together.

“Then the dragon we slew...was...his mothers?”

The boy gasped at the sound of your voice and turned to glare fearfully at you and Yoongi making you wince as you met his gaze behind your visor in reluctant admission of your guilt. He stood in an attempt to appear more intimidating even despite the tremor in his voice showing how petrified he was just underneath the facade.

“You...You’re the ones who killed her dragon!?”

You swallowed the bitter taste on your tongue as you pleaded with the boy. Moon above, he couldn’t be more than 10.

“Forgive us. We’d no idea this would happen to your mother.”

It sounded exactly what it was. Weak and pathetic. There would be no forgiveness. Not for this. Nor for Mysidia.

You forced your gaze to his deceased Mother and sent up a prayer. As if that would help him now.

Yoongi looked around and finally spoke up, tone matter of fact.

“His Majesty sent us to eliminate every last one of these people.”

Your legs finally gave out, unable to take the weight being placed upon you.

“No…”

Yoongi frowned as he looked down at you, assessing your condition before he began to move towards the boy with grim determination.

“Foul work to be sure. But we’ll need to kill the boy as well.”

At that you lunged, just before he reached him, hopping to your feet and pushing against his chest plate in horrified desperation.

“Yoongi!!”

Up close as you were, you could feel his breath on your skin, could hear the hateful sense of begrudging duty in his tone.

“It’s him or us ____!”

You pushed him with all your might, making him take a step back even with the weakness coursing through your shaky body.

“He’s a child!”

You turned to look down at the still sobbing boy who was too preoccupied with trying to wipe his tears to pay attention to you both.

“You’d betray your King?”

Yoongi’s voice now held a note of finality,

You turned to fully face him, clenching your hand into a fist and drawing it close to your chest.

“Betray him? Any King who’d wish for this is no King of mine!!”

You snarled, harshly swinging your arm out in a subconscious show of disgusted frustration.

Yoongi smirked at you suddenly and you found yourself startled as he scoffed in humor.

“Hmph. I thought you might say that.”

Your eyes searched for him just behind your visor as you grew hopeful.

“Then…?”

He looked off into the distance for a moment and then turned to you with sharp determination.

“I owe his Majesty much but not so much I’d soil the Dragoon’s name in his.”

He planted his spear down with finality.

Your eyes widened and you stepped closer to him in excitement.

“Then you’re with me?”

He made sure to meet your gaze and wordlessly nodded twice in support before he turned, this time towards the destruction, and walked past the boy as he spoke, looking out at it.

“Baron’s army is the mightiest in the world. Our flight means nothing if we remain alone; we must treat with other nations, share what we’ve seen…”

He hesitated and then turned to look at you once more.

“And Hoseok, he must share our flight.”

Your tone softened in affection for him and you nodded, stepping closer.

“And he will. Thank you.”

He turned away for a moment and mumbled to himself.

“...I’m not doing this for you.”

You didn’t hear him and tilted your head.

“Huh?”

Yoongi ignored you however and turned to nod towards the boy.

“Quickly, we mustn’t linger here! What of the boy?”

You didn’t even hesitate.

“We take him with us.”

After hesitating a moment you approached him where he was still crouched protectively over his mother’s body as Yoongi watched uneasily but stayed where he was.

“Come, it’s not safe here! Take my hand.”

You asked gently, holding out your hand to the boy.

He hopped away from you with a glower.

“No!!”

Yoongi growled low in his throat at that.

“We’ve no time; use force if you must!”

He joined you as he ran over and Jimin cowered away in fear disguised as anger.

“Stay away!”

You held out your hand as Yoongi and you both froze.

“Wait!”

The child began running in earnest and Yoongi and you both followed, hot on his heels when he suddenly curled in on himself with a choked sob.

“Leave me alone!”

He suddenly screeched as blinding white light surged up from beneath his feet and you could feel the magical energy emanating from him. Yoongi had faltered but you kept running, refusing to be responsible for the death of another child. If he harmed you so be it...you deserved it anyway.

“I HATE YOU!!!”

You felt the earth shake violently and you glanced up to see a massive Titan made of pure earth. The Eidolon raised its hands, your eyes widened and you lunged curling your arms around the boy as you crushed him protectively against your chest as hard as you could just as he fell unconscious from exertion. You felt the Titan’s hands come down onto the Blue Planet’s surface hard and your body flew into the air.

If you were to die then so be it, but let this child survive at least.

He need not share the payment for your sins.

You slammed against the ground hard several times, but curled your body inward all the more around his tiny body in spite of the pain, praying your armor would be enough to absorb the impact as you finally, mercifully joined the child in unconsciousness.

A/N: Welp, I hope those that actually read this series enjoy it; I’ve only gotten one rambly review on AO3 that inspired be to keep posting this so thank them if you enjoy this series and I’m not talking to myself. Anyway! Onto fun notes about this chapter! :)

I find Yoongi’s characterization and his relationship to Reader to be one of the most fun parts to explore thus far for me this chapter as well as how they fight together in a serious battle. I also delved into status effects some as well as the various uses of Potions! Expect more explained uses of items and such as the series goes on! Yoongi’s look hair wise in Daechwita perfectly fits both the OG character Yoongi is based off of(Kain Highwind). Luckily it hit me as I was going through mvs, trying to decide if there was anything that matched Kain’s lucious locks and there it was!

Also yay!! Official intro for Jimin! I know he’s never had mint hair before but I just had to include the nod to the OG game after doing Yoongi’s so...please bare with me. These are the ones I felt most fit what I was imagining.

Hope you all enjoy and please leave feedback it’s a huge motivator for me! Much love hope ya’ll are enjoying the influx of content from me lately! <3

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The Bane of Flowers - Mass Effect Andromeda

Title: The Bane of Flowers

Characters: Liam Kosta, Sara Ryder, the cast of Mass Effect Andromeda

Pairing: Liam/Sara

Rating: Teen

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone/anything from the forum Mass Effect. Bioware and EA own Mass Effect and its characters. There is no copyright infringement intended. I do not make any profit/money or take any credit.

Summary: It was stupid. He was stupid.

Yet, here he was. Jealous every time she giggled when she looked at the flower.

Timeline: Saving Vorn/Seed Vault and agreeing to take the flower to Kesh. (Committed to Liam). Before the Archon Ship.

Warning: Jealous!Liam, Idiot!Liam, Oblivious!Sara, Drack is literally just in the background, rolling his eyes at the idiots.

Author's Notes: This came to me after I saved Vorn and agreed to take the flower, picking the choice that made her say Vorn was adorable, and I had Liam in the party, and it made me…wonder.

Part of 'Dreams and Faith' Series

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The Bane of Flowers

It was just a flower.

Sure, it was a flower that Vorn had grown.

But it was just. A. flower.

Liam lowered his data-pad onto the counter when he heard Sara giggled, looking up to see her brushing her fingers over the soft petals, with that look on her face.

Usually, any flowers would be kept in the bio room, but Sara put the plant on the crates next to the room, where it seemed to be mocking him.

And annoyed Gizmo, the pyjack, since being on top of the crates was one of his favourite places to be.

It wasn't even a flower meant for Sara. It was a gift to Kesh, something that made Sara call Vorn adorable and made him burn hot with jealously before he smothered it down when she spun around with the pot of flower held carefully in her hands.

It was stupid.

Yet, here he was, watching her smile softly at the flower, a light in her eyes he had never seen before and jealously twisted in his gut, making him feel guilty and stupid.

It was just a flower!

Sara turned around, one last stroke of the petal, and met his gaze. A bright smile lit up her features and he felt his own smile answer, watching as she walked over to him.

"Hey."

It dawned on him that it was the first time he had seen her with her hair down from its ponytail. Well, not exactly the first time but still, it was the first time and it struck him at how…soft she seems to look.

Sara came to a stop in front of him, resting her hip against the counter and looked up at him with an expression he had only seen in private.

Relaxed. That was the word he was looking for. She looked relaxed.

He liked seeing her like this. Relaxed. She never got to relax. He chanced a glance at the flower behind her and wondered if it had relaxing properties.

"…busy right now, huh?" her voice brought him back and he looked down to see her concerned dark blue eyes staring back at him.

"What? No, I'm never too busy for you," he assured her. She arched an eyebrow.

"Wow, and here's me thinking you were miles away." She teased him.

"Just thinking," he muttered, drawing a curious look from her.

"Penny for your thought?"

"Is that even still a thing? Can we still use pennies in this galaxy?" he found himself asking.

Sara's curious look turned to one of amusement as she pressed her lips together, clearly struggling not to laugh.

"Liam, is there something on your mind?"

"Nope." He popped the 'p' and sighed as she nodded, her eyes twinkling.

"Alright." Laugher was clear in her voice. "We're heading back to the Nexus to pass on some news and for me to do some updates." She leaned in and brushed against him. "Meet you at Vortex for a drink?"

"Sure." He nodded, swallowing back his desire as she shot him a teasing smile, pulling away and walking toward the catwalk with an extra sway in her hips.

She always did know how to tease him then he felt a scowl replace his smile when she touched the flower on the way by.

"You're an idiot," Drack muttered next to him, appearing from wherever he had been hiding. Liam shot him a glare. "I'm not the one feeling jealous of a flower!"

"I'm not jealous!" protested Liam. "Not over a damn flower."

"Right." Drack chuckled. "That's why you keep expecting it to burst into flames every time you look at it."

"Aren't you supposed to hate that flower? Considering it's for Kesh, from Vorn?" he reminded and got a dark scowl in return.

"Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do," Drack fired back. "And it's not working."

"Sure thing, old man." Liam shrugged. He glanced at the flower once more before bringing up his data-pad.

He had work to do. And he wasn't jealous of a flower.

Now he was beginning to get annoyed. The flower kept nagging at the back of his head.

It felt like every time he turned around, Sara was there with the flower, giggling, and looking soft and vulnerable, and it was so stupid. How can one possibly be jealous of a flower?

By the time they reached the Nexus, Liam felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin with annoyance. Anything to get away from the flower when he reached the docking bay and saw Sara carefully holding the pot.

He bit back a resigned sigh when she turned to look at him and smiled at him before turning to the others when they started to group around them, all of them clearly eager to get off the ship for some shore leave time.

"Alright, we're docking for a little while longer this time since I have a few things I need to do. So, feel free to wander. No getting in trouble."

"What's the fun in that?" Peebee protested.

"Fine, fine, get into trouble all you want. No calling SAM. He's not bailing anyone out." She stuck her tongue out at Peebee, who just returned the sentiment and Liam rolled his eyes.

It really was amazing how responsible and logical Sara could be, yet when she was with Peebee, it was like another side came out and when he was in the party with those two…he was the mature and responsible one and it really shouldn't scare him as much as it does.

"So, I'm off to see Kesh, and Addison, and Tann…and to help nail Spender to the wall! Wish me luck!" She waved a free hand as she darted out the Tempest, leaving behind a bewildered group.

Gil was the first one to break the silence with a chuckle.

"Who wants to bet on what she'll have fun doing the most? Nailing Spender to the wall, calling out Addison regarding Spender and the Three Sabers, or giving Kesh the flower?" He held up a book. "I have 50 credits down for Spender."

"Put me down for Addison," Cora gently bumped shoulders with Gil. "Addison keeps rubbing her up the wrong way. No way Addison isn't going to try and downplay her part in either Spender or the Three Sabers." She left the Tempest.

"Good point." Gil opened his book and quickly pencilled in Cora's bet.

"Nailing Spender. She hates that guy. I still can't believe she's hasn't rubbed it in Morda's face that the Krogans believed the lying weasel," Peebee spoke up.

"That's probably because she doesn't want to make the situation worse." Vetra sighed, "Though I think she's stowing it away to use at a later date, should Morda try and step out of line."

"Peebee for Spender. How about you Vetra?"

"Addison for sure. If the woman would learn to stop annoying Sara, she'd get much further." Vetra and Peebee made their way off the Tempest.

"I'm not voting," Drack told them as he walked by them. "Because I'm off to help nail Spender to the wall and hope I can gift his head to Morda." He chuckled darkly.

That left Liam with Gil.

"How about you Liam?" Gil turned to look at him before he grinned. "Oh wait, you don't bet."

"The flower." Liam surprised even himself as Gil's smile slipped, awe clear on the other man's face. "Put me down for the flower."

"Ho-oh!" Gil quickly pencilled him in, and why wasn't it weird to see Gil with a pencil? "Insider's information?"

"No, just…a feeling." He shrugged before making his way off the ship. Instead of heading straight to the Vortex for his usual drink, he decided to wander, to take in the sights.

He still couldn't believe the difference between now and when they had first arrived at the Nexus.

Back then, it had been dark and empty, hope all lost. Now, it was bustling.

He watched as the Angara mixed with the Milky Way species. Saw Jaal as he conversed with the Asari from the Culture Exchange as they walked into the building.

Watched as Vetra watched the dock people.

Watched as Kallo and Suvi chatted animatedly as they walked together, Suvi's grin bright and teasing, Kallo's resigned features.

He watched as Gil quickly dodge some guy determined to catch up with him, disappearing within the tram and made a mental note to ask him.

Peebee had already disappeared toward the Hyperion, having now made her spot there.

Liam made his way up to the second level and settled at the railing, looking down at the sights.

This is what they had brought to Andromeda. Hope. It's what Sara had brought to the Nexus.

He knew she still grappled with her decisions, was still unsure of herself and what she meant to everyone. Still balancing the pressure on her shoulder as a Pathfinder, and as Alec Ryder's daughter.

He once overheard Kallo ask why Sara always tried to find a way to please people.

Curious, he had looked over at the two of them to see Sara shrug and mumble something under her breath, not really giving an answer. Kallo merely turned back to piloting, respecting Sara's need for privacy.

Yet Liam had seen the answer on her face.

Because the black mark of being Alec Ryder's daughter had carried forward into Andromeda despite the promises of a fresh start.

And it made him hurt for her. Had made his heart tightened and anger surge through him.

If only people would stop seeing Alec Ryder's daughter and start seeing Sara Ryder.

The one who pushed forward trying to make Heleus a better future for everyone. The one who had to carry everyone's doubts on top of hers.

He hated that she doubted herself. He hated seeing her second-guess her actions, hated seeing the way she over-thought something.

She had only really taken the plunge twice in the time he had known her.

When she shot the Cardinal in the back – he agreed with the Moshae, that Kett had deserved far worse than a quick death – and when she kissed him – she kissed him - when they both needed comfort, a moment to feel real and to forget what they had seen.

But other than that, she kept herself professional, even when they spat in her face, then turned around and demanded her help.

He had seen that sharp edge she kept hidden though. The others didn't see it but sometimes, it would slip through, and it made him wonder how deep the cuts she could create if she would just let go and spoke what was on her mind.

But at the same time, it terrified him.

If she let that edge come through…would she lose what made her Sara Ryder?

A familiar figure out the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he turned his head.

Vorn was standing the corner, talking with Dr Camden, a botanist who had asked Sara for some cultivation samples.

He grinned as he remembered Sara arguing with SAM over the differences – or lack of difference – between a gardener and a botanist.

And, yep, here comes Sara with a bounce to her step. Her light brown hair had been pulled back into its ponytail. Out of the way and professional looking and damn it if it didn't make him want to tug on it just to see how she would react.

Probably with a roll of her eyes and amused smile. He always seemed to get that reaction from her, and some quick-witted remark that had him doing a double-take at her smug expression and shaking his head, amazed when it came to her.

He watched as Vorn said something to Dr Camden that made the botanist gesture crazily and Sara laugh, drawing a grin from Vorn and another twist of jealously in Liam's gut.

Liam sighed as he dropped his head, shaking it, wondering what the hell was wrong with him.

They were committed; said they weren't playing games anymore. He had refused to be the clingy boyfriend back when they had that moment, saying it wasn't what she needed.

And it wasn't what she needed. She needed someone to have her back, and he managed it.

Yet, here he was, jealous over a damn flower and the Krogan she called adorable.

How pathetic could he be?

"Hey!" he blinked and turned to see Sara rounding the walkway heading toward him with a smile and he smiled.

"Hey, you."

"Thought we were meeting at the Vortex." She came to a stop next to him, gently checking his hip with hers. "Dutch asked after you when he saw me. Thought something had happened to you. Of course, Anan had to tell him that I had you tied up in my room."

Liam chuckled as Sara rolled her eyes. "It's not funny, Liam. You didn't have to deal with Dutch demanding I let you go." That made Liam laugh even harder, and she nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. "Watch it, Kosta, I can still ditch you."

That sobered him up, but he kept the smile on his face, amused at the thought of Dutch arguing with Sara over him being tied up.

Knowing Dutch, he took it literally which would have meant a flustered Sara trying to fend off Dutch and dealing with Anan's teasing jokes.

"So, why are we up here instead of the Vortex?" she asked him.

"I thought I'd come up here and take in the view." He looked back out. Sara settled on to the railing next to him and she smiled.

"Yeah, it's one heck of a view." He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

She was beautiful.

"So, how did things go with Spender and Addison?" Liam decided to change the conversation.

"Eh." She wrinkled her nose. "Addison tried to cover up the Three Saber thing, but I overruled her. Told her to let everyone knows what happened. She said it would cause friction with the Angara and I told her it would cost us down the line if we covered it up."

Vetra was really on the money when it came to Addison. Liam shook his head.

"And Spender, did you finally get to nail him to the wall?"

Sara rolled her eyes.

"Kandros arrested him and hauled him into Kesh's office – since that is the only place we can interview people, apparently. The leaders aren't too happy with the mess."

"And Spender?"

"Spender tried the whole 'they threatened me' line until I pointed out that he was playing everyone to get what he wanted. And that everyone fell for it and they had no one to blame but themselves. Addison is kicking herself over it. She says she should have acted when I brought it to her but." Sara shrugged. "Too little, too late."

"So, you had to pass judgement on Spender, I guess?" he was beginning to get annoyed with the way everyone passed it down to Sara whenever they had a big decision to make.

"Yep, exiled him. He's currently kicking and screaming as Kandros drags him out." She shrugged. "He liked playing both sides, he can learn what it's like when you don't have a good side."

"Wouldn't want to be him."

"Not if someone decides to switch the papers and send him to Elaadan." She gave him an impish smile and he sighed.

"I'm not even gonna go there." He shook his head.

"Probably a good idea." She nodded sagely. "Best to have deniability." He shot her a look and she smiled. "Liam, there is a lot of people who hates Spender. Hell, the Comm expert all but jumped for joy when I told him I was investigating Spender."

"And Addison wondered why she never saw it."

"She never wanted to see it. That's the problem. They all knew he had an attitude problem. And he was playing them all. I found his notes. He was causing friction between Tann and Vetra's replacement. Was constantly reminding Addison that the Krogans left to keep her unhappy. They were all blinded by what they wanted to see that they never saw what was happening."

Sara sighed then rolled her shoulders, clearly trying to get rid of the tension in them.

Liam stepped behind her, his hands going to her shoulders and gently rubbed his thumbs into the muscles, eliciting a soft sigh from Sara as her head dropped forward.

"You're too good to me."

"Pff." He leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck. "Never. Just making sure you get to be Sara, and relaxed."

"With very magical hands," She near purred, making him laugh.

"All for your benefits," he assured her, and she laughed, making him grin and press down a little harder, getting a soft moan from her before she pulled away, shaking her head.

"Nope, you're not distracting me." She turned to look at him.

"Hmm, shame," he shrugged, and she gave him a baleful glare and poked him in the stomach, making him laugh as he came to stand next to her again

"Did you get round to giving Kesh the flower?" he asked, turning to face her, resting the side of his body against the railing. Sara wrinkled her nose.

"Krogan are so bad at accepting gifts unless it's some form of weapon." A fond smile crossed her lips.

The same smile she always had when she looked at the flower. "She scoffed at the gift. Said Vorn was wasting his time growing flowers." She looked at Liam. "I threatened to take the flower back. She yanked it out of my hands, protesting and told me not to tell Vorn that she thought it was sweet."

"Hmm, guess she liked it then."

"I guess even Krogan can fall for that kind of charm."

"What charm?" Did he sound defensive?

"The sweet romantic one." Sara sighed happily. "Though the thought of a Krogan being romantic is kind of…weird? I guess." She shrugged.

"I guess some people like that, huh?"

"What? Being wooed by a flower named after you by a cute guy who tells you that the flower never had a chance back in your home-world, but it has a new chance, just like them?" She smiled. "Yeah, most people like that kind of thing."

"So, it was a big deal?"

"For Vorn, it was. For Kesh…I think it's a new thing for her. Even though she's not like most Krogan since Drack said she liked to read ever since she was young, she was still brought up by Drack and I don't think Drack has a romantic bone at all." She scoffed. "I don't think Drack even knows what romance is." That made Liam laugh at the thought of it, remembering the old man going off on a rant over how Vorn and Kesh had gotten together, and how in his day, they didn't just do what they wanted. There were traditions before they started courting.

"I guess they are kind of creating their own path, just like us." He murmured.

"Liam Kosta!" she gasped. "That was so sweet." He rolled his eyes even as he felt his cheeks heat up only for his eyes to widen in surprise when Sara leaned up and kissed him.

Wow! The last time she kissed him like this, they ended up on his couch. She very rarely initiated anything. Not that he was really surprised, she was reserved, and he could sense the underlying pain in her history.

And yet it took a flower to make her happy?

"Alright, out with it." She pulled away from him, staring up at him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Out with what?" his eyebrows rose at her sudden change in attitude.

"Like I haven't noticed the attitude regarding the flower, Liam. I'm not stupid."

"There's no attitude," he defended himself, his hands going to his hips.

Sara just glared and he cracked, his hands sliding off his hips. "Fine, there is an attitude with the flower. But it's stupid. You don't need to worry about it."

"Worry that my boyfriend seems to be acting weird about a flower?"

Boyfriend? His heart thudded a little. Sure, they were now serious, made a commitment and everything and yeah, he thinks he might be a little head-over-heels in crazy love with her but they never really stopped to put a title on their relationship.

"Liam!" her voice brought him back and he looked at her frustrated features. "It's just a flower."

"It made you smile," escaped him before he could think about it and groaned. Why did he always have to put his foot in his mouth?

Sara just stared at him, her lips parted and dark blue eyes wide before she blinked.

"You…you were jealous? Of a flower?"

"It's stupid. I know it's stupid. I'm stupid." He groaned. "But you just seemed…happy. And I haven't actually seen you that happy like that. I mean, I kind of have but I haven't?"

Sara just chewed on her bottom lip. A sign that she was waiting for him to explain.

"You were happy. Whenever you looked at the flower. You were happy. It made you happy and I…don't seem to make you that happy…" He grumbled lamely.

Sara blinked again before she started laughing. Actually laughing. Tears coming out the corner of her eyes laughing.

Liam gaped at her, bewildered before he looked around to see people were now looking over at them curiously. He just gave them a sheepish smile before his hands went to his laughing girlfriend's hips, holding her up.

"You're attracting attention," he told her, his voice low. He was very well aware of how shy Sara could get when she had people's attention when she wasn't expecting it.

She tried to stifle her laugher, shaking her head when she caught his eye.

"You were jealous of a flower." She laughed again and he sighed, wondering if he would ever get over this.

"Right now, I'm just hoping you're not going to hold it against me for the rest of my life."

Finally, her laugher settled, she placed her hands on his shoulder, moving in close and she smiled brightly.

"Liam, you make me happier than you know. So happy. A flower can't compare to that. Trust me."

"So why did it make you smile?" He hated feeling insecure.

"Because it reminded me of my parents."

What? Liam's confusion must have shown on his face because she smiled.

"Dad used to get mom flowers whenever he was an idiot and forgot something. When I saw the flower, it made me flashback to when I would see my dad show up with a bunch of flowers and a sheepish look. Mom would be so amused."

Sara shook her head. "Mom told me, once, that SAM had taken upon himself to remind dad whenever he made a promise and forgot. So whenever Dad showed up with flowers, it was because SAM chastised him."

"I did not chastise your father. I merely reminded him of his promises," SAM cut in and Liam was amused to notice that SAM sounded defensive.

"My story, SAM. Butt out," Sara teased.

"I am merely pointing out a fault." Now it sounded like SAM was pouting and Liam couldn't get over how human SAM was beginning to sound since joining with Sara.

"Protest noted. Now go away and find someone else to bother."

"…fine."

Liam arched an eyebrow at Sara who rolled her eyes amusedly.

"He may, technically, be older than Scott and me, but I still have the big sister role down." That made Liam grin.

"So, the flower reminded you of your parents. Now I feel stupid."

"It's not your fault that you didn't know why I was always smiling at the flower. I must have looked crazy to everyone, especially Jaal."

"Cora seemed to get it."

"Hmm."

"What?"

"Well, Cora was close to my father so I wouldn't be surprised if she was there for some of SAM's 'reminders'," she carefully spoke so she wouldn't invoke the AI. "Besides, she likes flowers too."

"You know, I wouldn't have expected that from Cora," he told her as he gently swayed them.

"Don't let Cora fool you. She's a softy under all that armour." She winked. "And please don't be jealous of Cora." She grinned as he rolled his eyes at her.

"I'm not gonna be jealous of Cora." He scoffed. "So…what was the flower? It must have been something like what Vorn created."

"Myosotis," SAM informed him, coming back to the conversation. Sara giggled at Liam's confused expression.

"Forget-me-not." She smiled. "Inside joke for my parents."

"So…the whole thing was just a trip down memory lane about your parents?" Now he felt even more of a jerk for being jealous.

"In a way. But at the same time, Vorn was just being adorable. Every time I saw the flower, I was reminded how…hopeful he looked when he asked me if I could take the gift to Kesh."

"Hopeful?" Now that he thought back on it, she was right.

The way Vorn had asked Sara to take the flower…he could see that Vorn had been scared in a way, almost as if he was expecting Sara to reject helping him with this sweet gesture.

And it dawned on him. How could he have missed it?

Easy, you were jealous, came Drack's voice, mocking him.

Everyone saw the Krogan as brutes. Good for war and fights. Nothing else. People liked to see them as weapons, as tools. Not as people, with emotions and dreams and hopes.

Sara agreeing to Vorn's request, even going as far as to tell him that he was adorable and the eager way she reached for the flower had only helped her relationship with the Krogan.

And yeah, he might be more than just head-over-heels crazy in love with this girl.

Just when he thought he couldn't be any more amazed by her, she would go and do something like this, and he would fall even deeper into the rabbit hole.

"You're such a dummy." She cupped his cheeks and pulled him down for a kiss, slow and sweet and damn it if he didn't feel himself harden as she pressed herself up against him.

His hands slid around her waist and up her back, holding her close to him. She hummed and he shivered before she pulled away, her hands slid down to cup his neck.

"I like you the way you are, Kosta. Jealously and all." She grinned as he rolled his eyes.

"You're lucky I like you, Ryder."

"Hmm. I know." She reached up on tiptoes and kissed him again. "And you're adorable too."

Oh, well, maybe it wasn't so bad being jealous of a flower.

The End

Ha! I actually had fun writing this. I hope you guys liked it. (and to be honest, it really wasn't supposed to turn into a Liam monologue about Sara…hey, gotta go where the flow takes you, right?)

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