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dcxdpdabbles · 3 days

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Royal Consort? 🥺🥺

The worst part about knowing there was danger on the way was acting like everything was fine. Danny found it very annoying that instead of going through the guests individually to find the key for the invading forces, he had to dance with his future self.

Danny was pulled into a fast-paced Viennese Waltz by his future self. (He would call him Phantom since it was easier in his mind. No way could Future him have the right to be a Danny when he came dressed like King Phantom)

The two dazzled everyone by their skill. It was one of the few things Princess Dora could beat into his head when Danny had been crowned. Shockingly, Pointdexter was the ghost that took his mediocre skills and sharpened them to a level that Danny had once considered competing with.

Danny considered Pointdexter one of the best dancers to ever live. This was one reason his classmates were so cruel.

The two became fast friends after he defeated Pariah Dark, especially when Danny stumbled over the ghost version of Casper High. It seemed Pointdexter's soul was trapped in his old torment, and his classmates—the real ones from life—were still bothering him after their mirror fight.

Danny beat the 1950s teenagers and freed Pointdexter, finally removing him from his bullies. He had the teen relocate to the King's castle as his Lair Manager, where he was tasked with caretaking Pariah Dark's castle.

This, unfortunately, was done after Danny had taken the Royal Consort necklace, so his lair manager was not able to stop him from wearing it. It did make sense now why Pointdexter mentioned more than once that he was "rather vain to love yourself that much, Dano".

He just thought it was weird 50s lingo.

Phantom couldn't be that far into the future—not if they still looked so much alike—the only difference was that he was an inch or two shorter. If anything, he would guess this Danny Fenton, in all his Kingly attire, was a year or two from the current day.

He wanted all the information Phantom could give him, but sadly, the other was just as in the dark of tonight's events. The only real clue they had was what Phantom experienced.

Sometime around midnight, someone would activate the key—a rectangular tool with a loud boom when it was turned on. The tool tore apart Wayne Manor as it blew the roof away, and the invading forces were teleported to Earth.

It quickly overran Gotham, even with the Bats arriving almost instantaneously, and the aliens made quick work of the rest of the world. The Justice League responded quickly, too, and soon, it was an all-out war with planet Earth as the battlefield.

Millions of lives were lost in the battle that first night. Batman was killed around 2 a.m., followed by Superman—who was helping hold off the main mother ship—at 5 a.m. The Justice League put up their best effort, but it soon became clear they were outmatched.

The following months saw humans scrambling to fight while countries were destroyed one by one. Their armies conquered, their heroes fell in battle, and the humans were either enslaved or killed. It seemed Earth had earned a reputation in faraway galaxies.

Humans or anyone from Earth were deemed exotic pets. The aliens had come to poach them.

They had blocked all communication with Earth's allies, including the Green Lantern Corp and New Genesis, not wanting anyone to interfere with their hunt. They also decided that the resources from Earth were of enough quality to take over the planet and rip it apart to sell to the highest bidder.

The aliens came in never-ending waves no matter how many Earthlings managed to kill, forcing humanity to flee underground.

In only a short while, Earth was picked clean.

In a low, anger-coated voice, Phantom said he had just finished a mission to rescue humans from a breeding center. He had helped them escape to Ghost Zone, which had become one of the few forces keeping humans safe. His army had torn apart the galaxies to find the stolen humans when Clockwork offered him a chance to fix everything.

Danny wanted to ask so much more, but with the gala attendees watching their every move, they figured they should discuss it less, even in Ghost Dialect.

Phantom had pulled Danny into a secluded location to hiss his explanation, but it was only a few minutes before Tim Drake Wayne found them. Danny wasn't sure why, but the other teen seemed determined to speak to Phantom.

It didn't help the Waynes that Phantom already suspected them and was very hostile whenever Tim opened his mouth. If the Waynes were innocent, that could lead to a problem later, but for now, Danny could only glare at Tim.

Phantom said that the person who turned it on had stuck the rectangular device to Jazz's back, using her body as a gateway. That meant someone in this crowd would approach his sister to turn her into a sacrificial lamb.

King Phantom had already warned her—under the disguise of dancing with her to honor Danny's family. He had even danced with his parents and one with Dani—but Jazz had insisted on staying. She theorized that if she left the gala early with Dani, as Phantom had wanted, someone else would become the gateway.

The aliens would attack no matter what, and removing her would take away concrete information.

Danny and Phantom did not like it, but both agreed with her logic. They didn't even know who had betrayed humanity- whether it was voluntary.

It was barely nine-twenty. The suspense was killing Danny.

"Mind if I cut in?" A silky voice appeared at their side. Danny turned to find a woman standing at their side. She was gorgeous and held herself in a way that let the world know she was aware of this fact.

She leans over slightly so her cleavage is on display, resting an arm on Phantom's shoulder. Her smirk sharpens when Phantom drops to her hand as he lets his hold on Danny slip.

Phantom reaches up to fling her hand away. His voice overlaps with thousands of others, sending a shiver down the spine of anyone who hears it. "Don't touch me."

Danny gapes alongside the woman as Phantom twists around and waltzes them away.

"Dude, what was that?"

"We don't have time for her or anyone who wants to replace you as my husband," Phantom hisses, though his expression remains ever so loving as he swings them about. Danny matches him step by step, ignoring the gaping crowd. "The Waynes are watching us, and half the venue has asked Jazz for a dance. Dani even more so."

The two glance toward Dani, who is in an equally fast-paced Viennese Waltz with Damian Wayne. She seems to be purposely stepping on his feet. There is a line of young, influential boys waiting for their turn.

It seems they all believe this is a chance to get married to the princess of the dead. It seemed half the Gotham elites believed Phantom would go for an arranged marriage for his daughter.

Fools them.

"We still have hours before midnight. Dancing with or talking to other people would be a good idea, so try to find the key," Danny whispers to him. "You've only danced with me since you arrived. I know it's for your King Phantom image, but we can't-"

Tim Drake Wayne slides up next to them, dancing with the air and keeping pace with their movement. Both halfas blink as Wayne smiles at them brightly, looking at ease for someone acting so ridiculous. "Hello again."

Danny and Phantom keep dancing, and Danny replies with a confused hesitation. "Hey....what are you doing?"

" Nothing much! Just...ugh love this song. Couldn't find a partner so-"

"Dance with Phantom," Danny is quick to say, ignoring the way Phantom's eyes start to glow. He is done with pretending there isn't a problem. He will find that key with or without future him's help.

He pulls himself away- ignoring the hiss growing in the back of Phantom's throat. He didn't know he could do that- and tugs the alarmed-looking human into the King's arms.

"Darling." Phantom's voice is low in warning. Knowing the crowd is still watching even more openly now, Danny turns his nose up.

"I'm tired, Phantom. Dance with Wayne here since you couldn't keep your eyes off him!"

He storms away, ignoring Wayne's choked "King Phantom, I am so sorry for causing this misunderstanding. I swear I am not trying to upset the Consort or come between you two."

He disappears into the crowd that part for him, pretending to be so blinded by jealous rage that he does not notice the way he is going. Danny finds a hallway out of the gala and goes into Wayne Manor.

Now then. Danny thinks Let's see what the Waynes are hiding.

Meanwhile, Bruce drags a hand down his face, watching King Phantom's face twist as Tim babbles before him. "I told him not to upset the King."

#dcxdpdabbles #the royal consort #Part 5 #King and Consort breaking a sweat on the dance floor #Everyone is lowkey scared of King phantom #Tim is trying his best okay?#More on the alien invasion

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cvntycunt · 3 days

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I rafe's girlfriend, also known as your best friend. you have been best friends since you were kids, you did everything together. when the summer after freshman year rolled around, you got roped into the wrong crowd, rafe’s crowd. you did drugs, partied, did things maybe teenagers should not have done. but it was that night that changed everything, the night you had sex with your best friend's boyfriend and shipped yourself off to boarding school the same night.

I hope u guys enjoy :3 dis my first series lmaoo

exiting the plane you could feel the warm kildare air, it felt the same as when you left. you were nervous to see everyone that you hurt, your best friend ella, your friends, and rafe. after you had sex with him, you felt terrible. immediately regretting what you did, you had to get out… and well, you did, and now you're back. you know that everything has changed, or have gone back to the way that they were, maybe for them but not for you.

you felt the breeze as soon as you walked out of the airport doors, bags in hand. you start looking for your parents car, looking around for a good thirty seconds until you finally spot it. You could not wait to hug your parents, it feels like it has been forever, but it’s only been a year. your parents call out your name, you run over to them and pull them in for an embrace. after exchanging very few words your father loads your bags in the back of the car, getting into the backseat and buckling up.

“so, what are your plans?” your mother turns her head around and looks at you. you turn to look at her from looking out the window. you narrowed your eyebrows,

“what do you mean?”

“well, ella probably misses you?” she said with a scoff, “you remember her?” her mom and dad chuckled, you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

the last thing you wanted to worry about right now was Ella. you hurt her, how could you possibly look her in the eye and act like you didn’t fuck her boyfriend last summer? the truth was, you always had a slight crush on rafe. but you never said anything because rafe was HER boyfriend. he was not up for grabs, he was not yours and you knew that.

“mom, i don’t think that ella would wanna see me.” you shrugged at her and turned to look back out at the window.

when you drove through the remote controlled gate to your house, your nerves settled a little bit. You were finally home, and you were clean most importantly. as soon as you opened the car door you ran inside, you didn’t even have time to close the car door. you ran up to your room and turned the knob to open the door. you looked around and realized that everything was left the same. you smiled to yourself. your room was the only good thing about being back, well… and your cat.

10:00 PM

you were laying in your bed, watching euphoria on your TV with your cat until you got an instagram notification. you went to check who it was… topper, rafe’s best friend. you rolled your eyes, and clicked the notification. you read it for a second before answering.

@topperthornton: yoo, heard u was back. ru going to the bonfire tonite?

@you: why are you inviting me?

@topperthornton: well, rent u like one of ellas friends or wtv?

you stared at the message for a moment before deciding to get up. you grabbed the television remote and switched from max to spotify and played a song to get ready to. you stepped into your closet and picked out some ripped jean shorts and a tight spaghetti strap top that showed off the curves of your body. you walked over to the bathroom to detangle your hair with a hairbrush. as you brushed out your hair you couldn’t help but think that you are gonna see your best friend, and potentially the guy you fucked after a year. it makes you sick and wanna throw up. you had all this guilt on your face and people could tell from a mile away.

you set the hairbrush down on the counter and stepped back into your room to put on some air forces. grabbing your jacket and your phone, you snuck downstairs quietly. trying not to wake up your parents, you walked out of the house closing and locking the door behind you.

your mind was racing through thoughts, thinking if this is what you should do, deciding to fuck it and just do it anyway. if anybody found out what you have done, just imagine the names and disgust people would give you. it would ruin your reputation.

Riding your bike to the bonfire, you kept thinking if this was a bad idea or not. you knew being back there would be consequences for your actions at some point. you pulled into the parking lot by the beach, parking your bike against some post. you heard distant laughs, loud music, and talking, and just like earlier you wanted to throw up. but for real this time.

approaching the bonfire you immediately saw ella, couldn’t help but smile, until you realized that she was dancing along some dude, a tall figure. he turned around and your face turned from a smile to a blank stare.

it was rafe, and then all of a sudden you couldn’t help but think about that night.

you were unable to resist the raw need in rafe’s gaze, he took a step closer, bridging the gap between you two. your bodies pressed together, the warmth of skin against skin soothing the lingering chill. rafe’s hands come to rest on your waist. Your lips met in a gentle, questioning kiss…

you snap your mind out of it, it is selfish to think about that night when your best friend is literally dancing against his cock right now. you grabbed an unattended drink off the ground and downed it, leaning your head back as you chugged it. you threw the empty plastic cup back down on the floor.

someone calls out your name, you turn around and see it’s no other than sarah cameron, also known as rafe’s sister. goodness god, you can’t help but think to yourself that you can't escape a cameron, no matter how hard you try.

“omg! i didn’t know you were coming!” she pulls you in for a hug.

you quickly pull away, not really in a huggy mood because you were sweating your face off with guilt. “uh, hey!” you say, acting amused.

“i heard you went to boarding school? finally got in trouble for your acts, huh?” sarah was a bitch, all you wanted to do was slap her across the face and put her in her place. she was one of your friends before you got in with rafe’s crowd. now it’s awkward, maybe more than awkward. It’s just… weird…

you turn back around and start walking past ella and rafe. as you walk past. rafe finally spots you.

“is that...” rafe says, looking down at ella.

“what? she’s back?”

ella scoffed, she was pissed you didn’t even text, or call. Even in boarding school you never wrote to her, you were too ashamed of yourself. you thought going to the bonfire would be a great opportunity to reconnect with your peers, however it just made things seem worse.

meanwhile, you took a seat at a rock looking at the ocean. hearing the waves crash against each other gives you peace. you see out of the corner of your eye a tall figure approaching you, when it got closer you saw that it was no other than Rafe cameron. he wanted to speak, but you would not let him. “do not fucking start.” you said in a harsh tone looking up at him.

“can we just talk? please?” he replied with a look that made you feel even worse.

“fine, what do you want?” you asked as he took a seat right next to you,

“why did you leave?” he turned to look at you. everyone in Rafe’s life treated him like shit, his father, his sister, even his girlfriend. you didn’t wanna be one of those people that let rafe down.

“i–” you were trying to think of the words to say to him, trying to alter the reason why to make him believe he wasn’t a part of the reason as to why you left. truth was, you were tired of all the lies for the past year, so you tried something different. “what we did was wrong, rafe…”

the truth with Rafe was he hated how you worded it. that night changed him forever, last summer you took his virginity… and he took yours. but you never knew that, ella never talked about her sex life because the thought of it made her want to die. “i’m sorry rafe… this is not fair to you, i shouldn’t have come back.” you say while raising to stand on your two feet. you turn the other way and start walking the other direction from the bonfire, tears forming.

12:26

after you arrive home, you enter your house. you close the door and lock it behind you. making your way up to your bedroom, you opened the bedroom door and you felt your back pocket vibrate. you pull your phone out and see a message from an unknown number.

unknown: please just let me talk 2 u

you: who is this?

you knew who it was, you weren’t stupid. but you didn’t want to show him that you still cared, even though you do. It isn’t fair to ella, you already hurt her.

unknown: its rafe

rafe: let me come over?

you: leave me alone.

you didn’t want to block him, afraid that would make things even worse. you simply just put your phone on do not disturb and you go to place it down on your bedside table. undressing yourself and changing into some comfortable sleepwear, you went to go check your phone to see if rafe was still texting you, and no surprise he was… forty-three text messages in the past five minutes. you sighed, before going to the bathroom to brush your teeth. stepping back into your room, you turned off the light and quickly hopped into bed.

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in1-nutshell · 2 days

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Hey again I also kind of want to see Predacon buddy interacting with the Lost light crew a bit more more specifically them getting transported to the Lost light and just absolute chaos ensues

Steel Mauler's interdimensional travels continue!

Hope you enjoy!

3 Things that have happened on the Lost Light while Steel Mauler was visiting

SFW, Platonic, Cybertronain reader

MTMTE/TFP

1. The Predacon rides

“Has anyone seen Tailgate?”—Cyclonus

Skids shakes his helm.

“No? Have you seen Swerve though? I thought I’d catch him at the bridge but didn’t see him.”--Skids

Chromedome turning the corner after running.

“Has anyone seen Rewind?!”--Chromedome

Meanwhile on the other side of the ship…

Steel Mauler is happily giving rides to the minibots.

Rewind on Steel Mauler’s helm.

“Faster! Faster!”—Rewind

Swerve clutching their neck tightly.

“Slower! Slower!—Swerve

Tailgate looking behind them.

“Keep it steady!”--Tailgate

They have given rides to many of the bots on the ship.

Minis are frequent riders, not that they mind anyway.

Everyone has at least gotten one ride on the Predacon.

Some don’t like the experience too much; others have to stop certain crew members from tiring the older bot out.

The last thing the crew needs is Steel Mauler collapsing on some poor bots.

Whirl is trying to talk them into letting him ride them into battle in their alt mode.

2. Warm naps with a Predacon

Steel Mauler is practically a giant furnace.

Something great to snuggle with when the temperature gets colder and for the bots with joint pains.

Turns out heat could help with the pain.

Great for cuddles too.

Bots have hidden in their frame and have ended up napping with them. Mainly because the older Predacon loves grabbing things when they are sleeping and refuses to let go until their nap is done.

No one is going to disturb a sleeping Predacon.

“Has anyone seen Rodimus?”--Minimus

“No, I haven’t. Have you checked his habsuite?”--Megatron

“That was the first place I checked.”--Minimus

“Where could he be…”--Megatron

Meanwhile…

Rodimus is struggling under the weight of a sleeping Steel Mauler’s arms as they pull him closer.

He only wanted to escape today’s meeting, now he had to escape this.

“Okay… not the best idea… maybe if I wake them—”--Rodimus

“Don’t do it or they’ll move on top of us.”--Cyclonus

Rodimus looks down and sees Cyclonus trapped as well.

“How long have—”--Rodimus

“I don’t want to talk about it.”—Cyclonus

“How do you know—”--Rodimus

“I don’t want to talk about it.”--Cyclonus

3. Story time from the other universe

Steel Mauler loves telling stories about their universe at the most random times.

Many of these stories get the bots attention.

But… the feelings afterward are mixed.

Some are more upbeat… while others are a bit more startled.

And by startled its more shocked and scared.

It’s a quiet evening at the bridge.

Steel Mauler walks by looking at everyone in the room.

“Megatron, have you found any purple glowing rocks?”—Steel Mauler

Megatron raises his optic.

“No…?”--Megatron

Steel Mauler nods.

“Just don’t stab it in you spark chamber or you’ll be speaking to Unicron for a week.”—Steel Mauler

Steel Mauler walks out of the bridge.

“Yes well—UNICRON?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?!”--Megatron

“Someone get Steel back in here!”--Rodimus

when the predacon lore comes up randomly.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #mtmte x reader #mtmte x platonic reader #tfp x reader #tfp x platonic reader #tfp #steel mauler

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zuko-always-lies · 2 days

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Suyin Beifong is such a weird character narratively

In many ways, she's the weirdest character in ATLA or LoK in her place in the story, considering her actions and beliefs. Let's just walk through everything.

Suyin got herself involved in criminal activities and street gangs as a kid and helped rob stuff. Then she scarred Lin when Lin tried to arrest her for that. And the fallout from that is implied to have led to Toph retiring.

After that, Suyin was sent to live with her (extremely wealthy) grandparents. After a while, she left them and began traveling the world and trying out various things, including being part of a traveling circus, living in a sandbender commune, and joining the crew of a pirate ship. Note that pirates rob and kill people. Note also that Suyin seems to have felt just about zero remorse for any of the above, and expected and demanded that Lin forgive her for everything without getting an apology.

Eventually, Suyin had had enough of all the traveling and robbing and killing and circus performing, so she used her vast, vast family wealth and bought a plot of land to build her own city on.

Zaofu seems to be essentially a Beifong family dictatorship defined by Suyin's ideological beliefs. As far as I can tell, the guiding principles of the city are "progress," "modernity," harmony, order, and control. After all, as Suyin says "Thanks to Aiwei, there are no secrets in our city," and she evidentially likes that a lot. The degree to which Suyin values absolute control over her city can also be seen in how incredibly outraged she gets when Kuvira, Baatar Jr., and some other citizens decide to leave on their own initiative. Her anger at Aiwei's betrayal ("I want you to hunt down Aiwei and bring him back to me") also fits the same pattern. Interestingly, Kuvira always claims to have gotten 90% of her fascist ideology from Suyin and Zaofu, and I actually think she was telling the truth, that Zaofu was a city organized on proto-fascist principles and Kuvira merely applied its principles to the wider Earth Kingdom.

Now perhaps we should turn to Suyin's relationship with Kuvira, which always seems very odd to me. Suyin took Kuvira in when Kuvira was a young child and trained her and claims "Kuvira was like a daughter to me." Yet Suyin never seems to really treat Kuvira like a daughter when the two interact on screen, nor do Suyin's children seem to see Kuvira as a sister. Notably, when Suyin introduces her family to Korra, she doesn't include Kuvira, nor is Kuvira invited to the dinners with Team Avatar. It's all very weird.

Anyways, Korra first arrives at Zaofu, Suyin seems to expect her, the Avatar, to stay in Zaofu relatively permanently to personally tutor Opal in airbending. The idea that Korra has other important responsibilities which don't involve personally serving Suyin's interests doesn't seem to cross Suyin's mind. We also find that Suyin is sheltering Varrick and Zhu Li, awful, highly amoral criminals, from justice since they're useful. On the plus side, Suyin is willing to personally teach Korra and even Bolin metalbending. She even eventually offers an apology to Lin for her behavior when younger, an something which helps reconciles the siblings. Suyin even allows Opal to leave for the Northern Air Temple.

Then the Red Lotus attacks, Suyin helps drive them off, etc. Everyone realizes that the Red Lotus had inside help, Suyin uses Aiwei the lie detector to search for the traitor, it turns out Aiwei was the traitor, he flees, Suyin is suitably outraged, and so on. Then we get to something "interesting": Korra wants Team Avatar to go after Aiwei, Lin (correctly) points out that this is way too dangerous, and then Suyin lies to and deceives Lin to make her think Suyin agrees with her and go bed, before personally sending Team Avatar after Aiwei anyways, something which goes very poorly. Suyin and Lin have barely reconciled, and practically first thing Suyin does is lie to and manipulate her sister. And yeah, Lin is pretty pissed that Suyin "stabbed her in the back" next time they talk, but essentially the entire thing blows over with zero consequences for Suyin.

The next thing that Suyin really does in the narrative is lead Zaofu's security forces to help Korra, Team Avatar, Lin, and Tonraq take on the Red Lotus and rescue the airbenders. This is objectively a good thing, but it's also interesting, considering what we later learn about Suyin's isolationist beliefs. However, it's worth pointing out that Suyin had several personal motives for her actions here: Her daughter Opal is one of the airbending hostages, Lin her sister is evidentially going to be involved, and the Red Lotus had the temerity to attack Zaofu and Suyin is probably pretty pissed about that. Without these "ulterior" motives, I doubt Suyin would have been willing to get involved. Then Suyin helps everyone else defeat the Red Lotus, but doesn't really do anything too interesting as part of that. Cut to Book 4.

What Suyin mostly does through Book 4 is oppose Kuvira, but we still get some interesting material as part of that. We learn that Suyin was asked to help stabilize the Earth Kingdom between books, but she refused. Considering how the children she raised ended up handling things, it's very likely that Suyin would have ended up becoming a (bigger) fascist dictator, so Suyin's refusal is also probably a good thing, even though refusing to provide aid to a country in anarchy probably isn't the best thing.

Kuvira and Baatar Jr. disagree about this, and they leave for Ba Sing Se with "Varrick, my security force, and a few of Zaofu's wealthiest citizens." Suyin is so outraged she responds by declaring them (or at least Kuvira) exiles, forever banished from Zaofu. We also see the start of a couple tendencies which will reoccur in the season. These are Suyin blaming Kuvira for Baatar Jr.'s bad actions and Zaofu's citizens being pretty OK with Kuvira and her actions, while only the Beifong family hates her.

Next time we see Suyin, it's at Prince Wu's "coronation." Normally Suyin would absolutely despise a royal idiot like Wu, but she hates Kuvira so much that she's willing to join the other world leaders in imposing him on the Earth Kingdom (as a useful lackey?). After that doesn't work out, Suyin tries to convince Kuvira to step down, something which goes poorly.

A couple episodes later, Kuvira shows up with an army and demands Suyin surrender Zaofu, something that Suyin understandably is pissed about. Mutual recriminations result, Suyin again blames Kuvira for all the actions of her fascist dictator son, and so on. Korra tries to continue negotiations, but Suyin has already left to try to assassinate Kuvira in her sleep. That's maybe a reasonable reaction to what Kuvira is doing, but it's an odd way to treat someone who is "like a daughter" to you. There's also evidence that Suyin doesn't really get that people are legitimately loyal to Kuvira and legitimately believe in her ideology, or that Baatar Jr. agrees with Kuvira, is equally complicit in her policies, and would continue leading the Earth Empire in its conquests if she died. Anyways, Suyin's attempt fails, she ends up captured, and ultimately she's forced to watch Zaofu's citizenry bow to Kuvira and cheer her. Although there was still coercion involved, the fact that only the Beifong family refused to bow is still evidence that the "Metal Clan's" general population has a reasonably positive view of Kuvira and her ideology and the only reason the Beifongs don't is because they have a personal vendetta against her. After all, Kuvira's ideology derives from Zaofu.

After that, Suyin doesn't do too much, narratively. She escapes with her family from Kuvira and Baatar Jr.'s prison for them and she opposes Kuvira's attempt to conquer Republic City. Again, that's objectively a good thing, but Suyin opposing it also makes perfect sense given the depth of her vendetta against Kuvira. The only interesting thing is that Suyin instantly forgives her fascist dictator son and doesn't hold him the least bit accountable for his actions, while continuing to hate Kuvira after she apologizes. Again, more evidence that Suyin does not, in fact, view Kuvira as a part of the family.

Overall, Suyin is narratively very weird. Based on all that I've discussed above, it's clear that she's very much not a good person, nor is she particularly likeable. She basically runs a mini-fascist dictatorship, after all. Yet Suyin not only gets a massive amount of narrative attention (it seems like some of the writers really liked the idea of her and her family), but is always an ally of the protagonists and is never held truly accountable for her actions. Considering who she is as a person and her backstory, having her be an antagonist or villain would in many ways make more sense, but that's not the route they went.

TLoK was really into giving its antagonists half-assed redemption/quasi-redemption arcs (Tarrlok, Desna and Eska, Varrick, Zhu Li, Tahno, Zaheer, Hiroshi Sato, Baatar Jr., Kuvira), but Suyin doesn't really fit into this paradigm, since she was never an antagonist in the first place. The only characters across ATLA and TLoK who really remind me of her, in terms of being bad people who are never really called out by the narrative, are King Bumi, Varrick and Zhu Li, and Iroh.

Of these, King Bumi is a complete dick, but he's a much more minor character than Suyin and gets away with a lot due to being a "comedy" character.

Varrick is an absolutely awful person, but the narrative lets him avoid consequences for that since he's likeable and funny. Zhu Li really just tags along with his narrative.

Iroh is morally grey at best in the present and morally black in the past, but again the narrative avoids calling him out about it since he's funny and likeable and nice to the most audience sympathetic character, Zuko. The narrative even starts painting him as perfect and a saint after a certain point, something which continued in TLoK.

Suyin isn't like any of them. She's not a comedy character. She's not funny or likeable. And it's not like the narrative paints her as perfect, like it does for Iroh. She sometimes suffers the consequences of her actions, and I think she's supposed to come off as significantly flawed. On the other hand, the narrative never really calls out Suyin for any of her terrible behavior, bad actions, or general bullshit. She's never held truly accountable in any way for anything. It's all very odd.

#anti Suyin #Anti Suyin Beifong #TLoK #TLoK meta #the legend of korra #LoK #LoK meta

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iamtheterrorthatflapsinthenight · 21 hours

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Random X-Men Headcanons!

Me and my friend have compiled a lot of headcanons for the X-Men (mainly formulated from jokes) so I wanted to put some here! A few of these are headcanons, most are jokes lol

Kurt listens to really peppy music when he's upset, the main one being the Beach Boys. Just imagine him, poor little German boy, singing Surfin' USA tiredly, trying to turn his mood around.

Erik listens to girly pop music, mainly Katy Perry and Ke$ha. Why? Because it's funny. Let him be girly pop.

Scott tells a lot of jokes but he's deadpan so people can never really tell. Like sometimes he'll just say some insane shit, plain faced, and see how the others react.

Dancing headcanons! Remy is a very good dancer, being particularly prolific in swing dancing. Logan somewhat refuses to dance, but he can line dance. Morph doesn't know how to dance, but they act like they can, dancing like a drunk white girl. Scott and Jean like to dance in private, but Scott gets nervous to dance in front of others. Ororo can bust that shit down.

Scott tries not to laugh when he, or someone else, is doing a bit. Like he tries not to break as he jokes along, to the point where he has to stop talking to not smile, biting inside of his mouth.

Furthermore! He also has a loud laugh, and people get a little caught off guard when they hear it. Me and my friend have described his laugh as a goose honk sound.

Kurt gaslights for fun, and he can get everybody pretty good, except Scott and Jean. You may think "oh because Jean's a telepath, right?" No, because--

Scott and Jean gaslight each other for fun, and they formulate these fake, big arguments, just as a bit. So, they're very familiar with gaslighting tactics, being they lie to each other as a joke, so when Kurt tries to, they immediately meet him-- A little too well, because Kurt is used to just messing with people.

Scott will occasionally freak people out by lowering his glasses (keeping his eyes closed of course). Like someone says "Hey, take a look at that." and he'll lower his glasses and go "Where?!" as a joke.

Everyone loves Kurt. Like, everyone. If Kurt doesn't like someone, everyone has a distaste for them as well.

Jean refers to her own psychic abilities as her "Jedi Mind Tricks"

This one isn't really a headcanon, just a running gag me and my friend do, but something bad will happen, or something inconvenient, and Remy will go "Don't worry.", insistently. Like a loud explosion can go off, and Remy will just say "Don't Worry." Occasionally this will be lengthened to "Don't what? Worry!"

We don't call Leech by his name. We call him Gneep Gnorp. That's it.

Kurt and Remy are super close (as pseudo brother in laws) and they hang out a lot, also doing that guy thing where they flirt with each other as a joke.

No one likes Emma. That's it.

Scott is autistic.

Warren is well manicured. He always has his hair just as he likes it, his wings always preened, his clothes always ironed. He'll a snazzy lookin' fella.

Rogue is a great singer. This barely a headcanon, her voice actress literally put out a song "Mojo Man (Ode to Remy LeBeau)", go listen to it.

Kurt's very coy and playful. Like, "Staaahhppp, hehe!" He also laughs at his own jokes all the time, like he cracks himself up.

Music headcanons! Here's just a few of the ones we made-- Scott likes dad rock obviously, mainly soft rock and folk rock (The Beatles, Hall & Oates, The Beach Boys, CSNY), Logan likes harder rock (Metallica, Alice Cooper, Motley Crue, Iron Maiden), Morph likes new wave and glam rock (Oingo Boingo, David Bowie, Talking Heads, Tears For Fears), Remy likes a fun mix of jazz, country, and soul, with a little rock sprinkled in (Johnny Cash, Ray Charles, Billie Holiday, Queen), Jubilee likes a lot of pop, pop-rock, that sorta thing (Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, ABBA, Wham!)

Kurt has a lil hyperfixation on pirates and ships-- this is kinda canon in the comics. But he loves talking about pirate history and ships and misconceptions.

I'm sure there's a bunch of ones I can't remember but there ya go lol

thanks to @the-death-defying-night-crawler for being funny and making these with me lol

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whatsintheboxmh · 2 days

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wip wednesday

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3×18 art quite a bit behind rewatch idc

This is just a screenshot edited photo, but it turned out to be cute as art. haha What a color like my painting LOL

I noticed the little tap while saying maybe. love it

And this project is in its final stages. the packaging.

Decorate it pretty and add TK's scents hehe.

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livyjh · 3 days

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Come Sail Away ch.2

Bff’s dad!Joel Miller x Plus size!Fem!Reader

Series rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Chapter 2 rating: PG-13

Word count: 2.6k

Summary: Your spring break has been saved by your roommate and best friend, Sarah Miller. She’s invited you to come on vacation with her and her dad, a man you’ve never met. But you didn’t think twice before accepting her invitation. When you finally meet her dad, Joel, you have an instant crush on him. You thought it was one sided… he proves you wrong.

Chapter warnings: being silly, little touches, sensual eye contact, the male gaze, drinking alcohol, being drunk, mentions of body parts, Sarah being a bad friend for a few hours, embarrassing yourself, flirting, rejection, throwing up, walking around without shoes.

A/N: I’m just gonna post every chapter after I finish it. So it may be inconsistent but I wanna give y’all more story!! I’m so excited for you to read this chapter. Trust me, you’ll wanna read the next one too.

Series Masterlist

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You, Sarah, and Joel got a drink at the bar on the main deck before going down a couple decks to your rooms that were right across from each other.

Joel had an outside room with a small balcony, you and Sarah were going to share an inside room.

You all toured the small rooms together, hanging out in Joel’s stateroom until the captain called for everyone to go to their assigned lifeboat areas for emergency preparedness procedures.

It was boring and you and Sarah were making little remarks and jokes during most of it but you got all the important information.

After that, everyone was free to move about the ship.

“Let’s go to the upper decks to watch while we sail out of the port.” You suggest with a smile.

“Great idea. And more drinks.” Sarah giggles.

“You two are gonna be a handful aren’t you?” Joel laughs.

“We’re adults that can handle themselves, dad. Don’t worry.” Sarah patted his back and you three went to the elevators to go up a few decks.

Once you got to the right floor, you went to the outdoor bar and restaurant where there was a great view off the front of the ship.

You each got a frozen piña colada before sitting in some of the beach chairs around the pool.

“We’ve gotta lounge out here tomorrow. Get some sun.” You turn to Sarah with a smile.

“Oh, one hundred percent.” She laughs and nods.

Sarah is sat between you and Joel, the sun shining as it got lower in the sky.

“What should we do first, ladies? Dinner?” Joel sits up a little to look at you both.

“Oh my god, yes.” You nod.

“I’m starving.” Sarah puts a hand on her stomach.

“Me too.” You and Joel say in unison, making you blush while he huffs a small laugh.

You three get up and go up one deck to the buffet, filling your plates with delicious food before finding a table to sit at.

You eat and then do a little more exploring with Sarah, Joel got tired after dinner and went back to his room. You’ll miss the smell of his cologne.

You and Sarah find out that there’s not only a karaoke bar on the ship, but a casino, 5 restaurants, and an adults only pool area with 4 large hot tubs.

This was going to be the best vacation ever.

***

The next morning you girls met Joel for breakfast at the buffet and talked about what to do that day.

“There’s a music trivia contest at 1 at the lounge on the top deck. I really want to go to that.” Sarah smiled.

“Let’s do it.” Joel nods. “You in?” He looks at you.

“Of course.” You smile and take a peak at Joel’s collarbones peaking out of his cute button up shirt.

“Good.” Sarah sighs happily. “Oh, and pool time, right, Y/n?”

“Yes please. I’m dying for some vitamin D.” You groan.

“I bet you are.” Sarah snorts a laugh and it makes your face warm, you notice Joel trying to keep staring down at his plate like he didn’t hear anything.

You finish breakfast and then tour the gift shop, play slots for a little while at the casino, and then head up to the rooftop lounge.

You could really feel the ship moving up there, it was making you a little dizzy. Sitting down at a table helped.

“Welcome to trivia!! Today’s category is music from the eighties!” A short man with a microphone at the front of the room caught everyone’s attention.

“This is gonna be a blast. We’ve got this.” Joel held up both his hands to high five you and Sarah.

You each slapped one of his hands and a woman brought a paper and pen to your table.

The paper had a space for a team name and then 10 blank lines for naming songs. You three had a short conversation before deciding on the team name: The Texas Rangers.

“You’ll be getting audio clues today! We’ll play a short clip of the song and you write down your guess.” The host smiled to everyone. “Whichever team has the most correct answers will win on-board credit of $50 per person.”

“Song number 1.” He looked at the woman who had passed out the papers. She was now standing at an entertainment system with a computer. She clicked a button and music began.

Upbeat synth played over the speakers and you all instantly knew what it was.

Sarah began writing, ‘Take On Me’. The music stopped after a few seconds.

“Alright, that was an easy one.” The host began. “The second song will be a little harder.”

A heavily mixed electric guitar comes on with a rocking intro. You recognize it but for the life of you, you can’t remember what the song is.

“Wait, dad, what is it?” Sarah looks at Joel with a slight panic in her eyes.

“Never Let Me Down Again.” Joel points at the paper as he whispers to Sarah.

“Yes! Thank you. I could not remember what it was.” You roll your eyes at yourself.

“All good, honey.” Joel nods at you.

The song clip stops and the announcer continues. “Here’s number 3.”

“Jitterbug. Jitterbug. Jitterbug.” Then it cuts off.

“Easy.” You and Sarah say at the same time and she writes down ‘Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go’.

“I’m glad you were raised with good music too, Y/n.” Joel nudges you with his elbow.

It sends shivers down your spine and you almost can’t hide it. You laugh to disguise your body movements.

“Y- yeah. Yeah my parents love eighties music. I mean, I do too.” You shrug and tuck your hair behind your ear, a nervous tick you had.

The host kept going through all the songs. There were a couple tough ones in there. One of them Joel didn’t even recognize.

The female host walked around to collect papers to be tallied.

A few minutes later, the announcer got on the mic. “Alright. Our winning team is… The Texas Rangers!”

You clapped and Sarah let out an excited squeal, Joel smiling wide.

“Nine out of ten correct. Impressive.” The announcer nodded to your table. “Everyone else, better luck next time! We’ll see you again tomorrow for another round.”

The short man walked over after turning off the microphone and putting it away. “Good job, folks. May I see your room keys so I can credit that $50 to each of your accounts?”

You all got your room keys out and handed them to the man. He took out a phone with scanner attached, scanning each of your room keys. He pressed a few buttons and then handed the keys back.

“You’re all set!”

“Thanks.” Joel nods.

“This was fun.” Sarah adds.

“We should come back again.” You smile.

“Definitely… now, let’s go get drunk in our bikinis; poolside.” Sarah waggled her eyebrows. She turned to look at Joel. “Dad, you wanna come hang out at the pool with us?”

“I’ll catch up in a bit. You girls go ahead.” He smiles and wraps an arm around Sarah, kissing the top of her head.

“Have fun.” He smiled and winked at you, something he probably didn’t realize had any affect on you. Luckily you were about to go change into clothing that was meant to be wet.

“Thanks, Mr. Miller.” You smile and bat your eyelashes a little.

“Call me Joel, sweetie.” He put a hand on your shoulder. “No need to be so formal.”

Your body was radiating warmth throughout your shoulder where Joel was touching it. “Y- yeah. Sorry. Joel.”

He lifts his hand off your shoulder and gets up. “Don’t worry about it. See you two later.”

He walks away and leaves you in a whirlwind of feelings while he and Sarah are totally oblivious.

“Alright. Let’s go.” Sarah stands and pushes in her chair.

“I’m so ready to be drunk right now.” You laugh.

“Me too, bestie.” Sarah giggles.

***

You and Sarah are sitting poolside working on your third or fourth drinks when Joel appears on the other side of the deck.

Sarah spots him and flags him over. “Dad! Over here!” She points to the open lounge chair on the other side of you, it being the only open one nearby.

You were in your sexy two piece bikini, something you felt more confident in with every drink.

Joel walks over and greets you both. “Hey, glad y’all are still here. I fell asleep for a bit when I got back to the room. The waves are soothing.” He laughs.

He looks so fucking hot with sunglasses on. They’ve got a reflective blue tint on the outside and you can’t tell for sure but you think he keeps looking at you as he’s speaking.

He sets his towel and book down on the little table between your chair and his before he sits and leans back. He turns to you. “How’s the pool?”

“We haven’t gone in yet.” You answer softly.

Joel gulps and nods, turning away from you. “You two put sunscreen on?”

You nod at him and he leans forward to look at his daughter. “Sarah? Sunscreen?”

“Yes dad…” she sighs. “We should probably reapply though. There’s no cloud cover.”

You nod in agreement and get up. You grab your can of spray sunscreen and start with your arms. You spray it on and then rub it into your skin, next was your stomach and chest.

You’re too tipsy to realize but when you spray your legs, you’re bent over, ass up, right in front of Joel.

When you stand up and turn back around to face your chair, you notice Joel’s towel is now covering his lap and his eyes are on you, no sunglasses.

Oh.

Sarah was turned away this whole time and boy, did you give Joel quite the accidental show.

You lick your lips and let out a soft breath, staring at Joel’s face, his eyes busy running up and down your figure.

You both snapped out of it when Sarah’s flip flops scraped the pavement as she turned around. “Y/n, will you get my shoulders?”

Your brain is going a million miles an hour and you can’t form words right now. So a nod would have to do.

She thanks you and turns around. You spray her shoulders and rub it into her skin, stealing one more glance at Joel.

He gave you a small smile, one that was very shy compared to how he’d been looking at you a minute ago.

You and Sarah sat back down and you felt like you’d completely sobered up from that short moment.

“I need another drink.” You hum, holding your empty glass as you stand.

“Can you get me another piña colada, por favor?” Sarah hands you her empty glass.

“Of course.” You smile and head to the bar.

You get yourself a shot of vodka, taking it at the bar before bringing back a piña colada for you and Sarah each.

Joel eventually leaves for dinner, saying a quick goodbye.

Around 8pm, this cute guy comes over and sits in the now empty chair next to Sarah.

“Hey.” He smiles at her.

“Hey.” She grins back.

“I saw you from across the pool… you’re really pretty.” The man bites his lip.

Sarah laughs nervously. “Thank you… you’re very forward.”

“You like that?” He asks.

“I mean, yeah.” She nods.

“Well, then how about you and I go get dinner?” He leans over to look at you. “If it’s okay with your friend.”

Ugh. He really put you on the spot. You didn’t want Sarah to leave your side but you were also pretty drunk and wanted to get out of your bathing suit.

“Yes. She will meet you back here in half an hour. We’re not wearing real clothes.” You laugh.

“Thank you.” He smiles and then winks at Sarah. “See you soon.”

He leaves and Sarah looks at you with excitement and guilt. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know. But you deserve a vacation fling after all of your hard work at school this year.” You smile.

“Let’s go get changed.” She nodded.

***

Sarah tells you she may want to bring him back to the room for a bit later. You tell her you’ll stay out finding stuff to do till midnight.

After you’re both changed out of swimsuits, Sarah leaves for the pool again.

You leave the room not long after her to go explore the ship some more.

You end up getting a few more drinks throughout the night while participating in karaoke at the same place that the trivia was at earlier.

You give Sarah an extra half hour past midnight and then stumble back to the room. You knock lightly and wait a minute but don’t hear anything. You use your key card to unlock the door but when you turn the handle and push, you find that the deadbolt is locked too.

“Sarah?” You say through the door while knocking.

After a few minutes, you realize you’re too drunk and tired to keep doing this.

You turn around and knock on the new door in front of you.

When the door swings open, you find exactly who you’re looking for.

“Joel.” You smile.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He asks, rubbing his eyes.

“Oh shit… did- did I wake you up?” You slur.

“Not really.” He shakes his head. “Are you okay?” He looks you over.

“Yeah I’m just drunk… and I wanna go to sleep but your daughter brought a guest back to the room and I can’t get in.” You sigh.

“Come in, sweetheart.” Joel stands back and holds the door open.

You look at the space between him and the wall and you know you’re gonna rub against him as you pass by but you’re tipsy and you want it so you go ahead, faced away from him.

Your ass rubs against him as you pass by and head into the room. He closes the door and you go straight out onto the balcony for fresh, warm, night air.

“Oh my godddddd!” You nearly shout. “This feels soooo good.” You laugh.

“Y/n, be careful.” Joel follows you outside and helps you back in.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” His hand cups your elbow as he leads you.

Your breathing picks up and you snort. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You mumble.

“What?” He asks, now a little flustered.

“Nothing.” You sigh and kick off your shoes before crawling into the single king bed in his room.

“I think the couch turns into a bed.” He says, mainly to himself, as he pulls the blankets over you.

“Nooo, it’s fine. It’s fine. Don’t-“ you hiccup, “don’t wanna make you sleep on a fuckin- a fuckin couch bed.” You say, eyes half closed.

“Come cuddle up, Mr. Miller.” You smile.

He stares at you, cheeks turning pink. “This is inappropriate. You’re my daughter’s best friend.” He shakes his head.

There it is again. Another wildly sobering moment.

You sit up, chest and face heating up. You are so embarrassed. You swear he was like, sexually checking you out earlier… and now… oh god, you’re gonna puke.

You run to the bathroom and throw up until you can’t anymore, rinsing your mouth out before opening the bathroom door. Joel is standing right there.

“Are you okay?” He asks, eyes sad.

“Yes. I’m fine.” You quickly move past him and leave the room, walking out without your shoes.

He calls after you once but doesn’t chase you as tears start to run down your cheeks.

You end up going to the top deck lounge to fall asleep in a booth.

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muddy-water-1997 · 2 days

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗

𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗. 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍! 𝚒'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚜𝚘 𝚒 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝.

𝙸𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢- 𝙹𝚈𝙿 𝙴𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎.

𝚃𝚆: 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 (𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚢) 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 2.3𝚔 3𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙰 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ~ 𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚠𝚘 ~ 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎

The door slammed behind you, reverberating through the corridor as you executed a sharp 180-degree turn, your footsteps echoing with a mix of fury and determination. You headed straight for the studio, your mind a whirlwind of anger and betrayal.

Who were you even mad at the most? Your dad, who shipped you off to Korea with the promise of a paycheck in his pocket? Your uncle, the puppet master, pulling the strings and enabling the whole charade? Chris—or Bang Chan—who probably knew about the entire scheme and played his part perfectly, making Friday night feel like a cruel setup? Or yourself, for letting your guard down and actually beginning to enjoy the work, only to be hit with this bitter revelation?

Your thoughts churned as you navigated the hallways, each step fueled by the searing anger that coursed through you. It felt as if everyone had conspired against you, turning what was supposed to be an opportunity for growth and passion into a twisted game of manipulation.

Bursting into the studio, you found solace in the familiar surroundings of the equipment. The blinking lights and myriad controls were a stark contrast to the chaos in your mind, offering a semblance of stability. You took a deep breath, trying to channel your rage into something productive. You were grateful that the studio was empty, if 3RACHA had any sense, they wouldn’t even show their faces today.

Plugging your USB back into the computer, you shoved on the headphones and started messing around with a few tracks you had thrown together, trying to figure out your next move. Each beat, each note, was an attempt to drown out the chaos swirling in your head. The studio equipment felt like the only thing keeping you sane right now.

Going home wasn’t an option. Facing your dad, knowing he had sent you here for a paycheck, felt more like a punishment than a reward. Australia was out of the question, too. You couldn't face explaining this hideous plot your uncle had concocted to your friends. They wouldn’t understand, and you couldn’t bear the pity or the inevitable questions.

Retreating to your apartment was equally unappealing. Your uncle knew precisely where you lived, and you couldn't risk another confrontation. The studio felt safer, a haven where you could lock yourself away with your music and the state-of-the-art equipment, focusing on something more tolerable than the tangled mess of your reality. That was, until a hand tapped you on the shoulder.

“Hey… Y/N?” It was Changbin, with Han standing closely behind him. To your relief, Chris was nowhere in sight.

“Oh…” you muttered, pulling off your headphones. “Hey. You guys alright?” They both looked withdrawn and tired, as if they hadn’t slept all weekend.

“Oh? Us? We’re fine.” Han’s fake smile almost looked real—idols and their media training.

“Okay?” you questioned tentatively. “Is there something I can help you with, or?” You didn’t want to be rude to them; they hadn’t done anything wrong other than choosing their career.

“Ah, um, yeah actually,” Changbin started, almost as if he had forgotten why they had come in the first place. “Look, we’ve hardly slept this weekend. Chris feels awful.” You rolled your eyes at the mere mention of his name. “We heard about what happened. It's just, not even a text back? That’s a bit cold, even for you, Y/N.”

You had to hold back a laugh. Cold? You? What’s cold is fucking a girl to get whatever your uncle had promised him. What could be worth making someone fall for you for the rest of your life?

“Me?” You overly flamboyantly waved your arms at yourself. “I’m the cold one?” you spat. “After what Chris did to me? No. I’m reacting appropriately.” You scoffed. It’s true; you had been ignoring his texts, and it’s a good thing you had after hearing what your uncle said. Never trust an idol.

Han and Changbin exchanged glances, their concern evident despite your outburst. Changbin took a step closer, his tone softer. “Y/N, we get that you’re angry, but Chris—Bang Chan—he genuinely didn’t know about whatever your uncle’s plan is. He’s been beside himself all weekend trying to figure out how to make things right.”

“So he did know.” You stated, your gaze flicking between Han and Changbin for confirmation.

“It’s not our place to ask this, Y/N, really,” Han began, his eyes almost pleading, “but is there any chance you could just come over? Talk to him? He needs to get out of his head.” His earnestness made you feel a pang of guilt. Despite your anger, Han and Changbin had been the most tolerable people you’d met since arriving.

“If I speak to him, I’m going to need something in return,” you offered, sensing this might be your chance to get what you truly wanted: a way out of Korea and back home.

“Anything…” Changbin retorted without hesitation.

Walking into the dorm, you found Chris sitting on the sofa. The room looked different; it wasn’t filled with people and loud music. It was quiet, the energy softer than it was before.

“Chris.” You said, your tone sharp. His head flew round to meet yours. You noticed his tired eyes, the untamed curls in his hair, and the paleness of his skin. If it wasn’t for the fact you knew that he knew how to act, you might even feel guilty.

“Y/N.” He replied, his tone just as sharp but more tired, lethargic. He wasn’t looking for a fight.

“I’m here.” You announced the obvious. “Talk,” you demanded, crossing your arms.

Chris took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t know about your uncle’s plan until after… after Friday night. I swear. When I found out, I was furious. This whole thing was supposed to be about your talent, not some twisted matchmaking scheme.”

You stared at him, trying to gauge his sincerity. “Why should I believe you?”

“Because I care about you, Y/N,” he said, eyes locking onto yours. “What happened between us wasn’t because of your uncle. It was real, at least for me. And I’m sorry if I hurt you. That was never my intention.”

You wanted to stay angry, to keep the walls up, but something in his eyes made you hesitate. Could he be telling the truth?

“You care?” You raised an eyebrow. Was this Chris, the producer you met in the club on your first night, or Bang Chan, the idol trying to get a paycheck?

“Yes, I care!” He sounded hurt. “Of course, I care. I remember what it was like walking into JYP for the first time, trying to make my way from the ground up. I wanted to make your ride smoother than mine. I don’t care who your uncle is; you have talent. That shouldn’t be wasted.”

A silence settled between you, thick with unspoken words and lingering emotions. You searched his face, looking for any sign of deceit, but all you found was a raw honesty that made your resolve waver.

“Maybe I overreacted,” you admitted quietly, glancing down at your hands. “This whole situation just threw me off balance. I never expected to be caught in the middle of something like this.”

Chris stepped closer, his presence comforting yet intimidating. “I get it. I really do. But I want you to know that my intentions were always genuine. I saw something special in you, Y/N, and I still do. Your talent is undeniable.”

You sighed, feeling the weight of his words. “It’s hard to trust anyone right now. Everything feels so… manipulated.”

“I understand,” Chris said softly. “But I’m willing to prove myself to you. I’m not just a producer or an idol. I’m someone who believes in you, someone who wants to see you succeed.”

His earnestness was disarming, and despite your reservations, a part of you wanted to believe him. “Alright,” you said slowly. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, but it’s going to take time to rebuild that trust.”

“I’m not asking for anything more,” Chris replied, relief evident in his voice. “Just a chance to make things right.”

You nodded, feeling a small spark of hope igniting within you. “Okay. Let’s see where this goes.”

Staying on for the internship turned out to be the best decision you had made. Did you still despise idols? Absolutely. But you found solace in the company of 3RACHA. They didn’t ask about your uncle, and they didn’t invite you to idol events. Instead, you spent evenings in the studio with takeout food, creating the most ridiculous tracks for fun. The three of them would spit out the silliest verses while you spun tracks that didn’t fit the vibe in the slightest. You ended up with a mini-album of goofy songs to take home as memories. You were making music for the sake of making music.

As for your uncle, you confronted him about the conversation with your dad. The look on his face was picture-worthy. He stammered out explanations mixed with the slightest hint of apology. Although, he wasn’t sorry. You didn’t care anymore. You came to Korea to do what you wanted: make music and have fun.

And sure, you had fun in more ways than one. Mia and Kat weren’t the only ones having a hot girl summer. You and Chris had become close in more ways than one; luckily, the cold bathroom tiles were a thing of the past, opting for the bed… and the couch… and the kitchen… and the studio, to name a few. It was nice to fool around and enjoy your last summer of freedom.

Han and Changbin hooked you up with some amazing kit to take home and even more valuable contacts to get you into the production scene once the internship was over. So, when they broached the idea of a farewell party, you weren't as reluctant as they expected you to be.

“It would just be something low-key…” Han explained, and you rolled your eyes as you lay on the studio couch with your legs draped over Chris’ thighs.

“I’ve heard that before.” You chuckled. “If Seungmin is involved, I better pregame harder than last time.” You joked.

“Y/N has a point…” Changbin spoke up. “Maybe we just go out to dinner?” He suggested.

“And be surrounded by security all night? No, thanks.” Chris argued back.

“It’s fine, I’ll go!” You laughed. “I’ve learned how to blend into the idol lifestyle.” You joked, pushing your cap over your eyes, imitating how they all looked when they went undercover.

Chris chuckled, gently tugging the cap off your face. “You look ridiculous,” he said, smiling down at you.

“Hey, it’s called fitting in,” you retorted playfully.

Han clapped his hands together. “So it’s settled. A low-key party it is. No crazy idol stuff, just us.”

You should have made a bet. Rocking up to the party was just as crazy as last time. Seungmin must have put out more invites than usual because the dorm building was bustling with people. You walked through the door, more confident than the first time you entered a few months back.

The moment you stepped inside, you were met by the cheers of 3RACHA in the middle of the room, their excitement evident. Other people in the room didn’t even bat an eyelash, already accustomed to the trio’s exuberant greetings.

“Y/N! You made it!” Han shouted, his voice cutting through the noise.

You laughed, feeling a warmth spread through you at the sight of your friends. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you replied, making your way over to them.

Changbin handed you a drink, a mischievous glint in his eye. “We thought you might bail on us,” he teased.

“Not a chance,” you said, taking a sip and savouring the familiar burn. “This is my last hurrah, after all.”

Chris smiled, pulling you into a quick hug. “We’re glad you’re here,” he said softly, his breath warm against your ear.

The party was in full swing, a mix of loud music and laughter filling the space. You navigated through the crowd, greeting familiar faces and meeting new ones. Despite the chaos, there was a sense of camaraderie that made you feel right at home.

As the night went on, you found yourself drifting back to 3RACHA. They were in their element, joking around and creating an infectious energy that had everyone around them in stitches.

Seungmin appeared beside you, a sly grin on his face. “Having fun?” he asked, nudging you playfully.

“More than I expected,” you admitted, grinning back.

“Good. You deserve it,” he said, his tone sincere. “We’re going to miss you, Y/N.”

“I’ll miss you guys too,” you replied, feeling a pang of sadness. “But I’ll be back. You can count on it.”

Later, as the party began to wind down, you found a quiet spot on the balcony. The cool night air was a welcome relief from the heat inside. Chris joined you, leaning against the railing.

“Crazy night, huh?” he said, glancing over at you.

“You could say that,” you replied, a smile tugging at your lips. “But it was perfect.”

He nodded, his gaze thoughtful. “I’m really proud of you, Y/N. You’ve come a long way.”

“Thanks, Chris,” you said, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. “That means a lot coming from you.”

He took a deep breath, his expression serious. “I meant what I said before. I’ll always be here for you, no matter what.”

You reached out, squeezing his hand. “I know. And I’ll always be grateful for that.”

Just for a moment, you basked in the silence and moved closer to him as he slung an arm over you, watching the night sky.

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?” He said, looking at you as if you were the only thing in the world.

“Yeah,” You agreed, meeting his eyes. “The moon really is beautiful.”

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾? 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾! 𝖬𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌!

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝖬!

𝖳𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌

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polutrope · 2 days

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If you like: AU where Feanor & Co. comes to Middle-earth *without* the first kinslaying...

💖.

AU - First Kinslaying Didn't Happen

I've had to ponder this for a while. So much conflict and plot gets sacrificed if the Noldor don't have their Fall at Alqualonde! But okay, here's what happens:

Feanor, speaks to the Teleri t Alqualonde. But ,,this time, he uses better rhetoric, and Finarfin gets there earlier to do some damage control. Feanor stirs up longing in the hearts of a least half the Teleri to return to their forsaken kin.

Olwe wishes to return and find his brother, but as leader he feels bound to remain with those who wish to stay. But his daughter Earwen goes. The Teleri follow Finarfin and Earwen.

Now there are three hosts under the three sons of Finwe, with Feanor's being the smallest.

So the Noldor & Teleri have boats (yay!) but far, far too few for so big a host. And, because the boats belong to the Teleri, the deal is Finarfin and the Teleri gets to sail them up the coasts.

Now Feanor is being humiliated (as he sees it) by not one but both of his brothers.

Earwen (Finarfin is there, but he is tired; he doesn't really want to do this, honestly) informs the Noldor that they will be sailing to Endor first. They are the better sailors, after all, and there are those among them who dwelt on the very same coasts they are returning to. Once they've scouted it out, they will come back for the others.

Feanor is not having it. He is not letting those Teleri come at Morgoth first!! He plots with his sons to steal the ships. But Earwen is not blinded by kinship and inferiority complexes wrt Feanor; she is one step ahead of him. Earwen and her children set sail in the night.

Finarfin stays behind with the noble but misguided hope that his presence there will somehow keep things peaceable between Feanor and Fingolfin, and reassure them that Earwen intends to come back.

The Teleri have an easy journey over the sea. (Osse is pleased to see them returning to Beleriand, and Ulmo and the rest of the Valar have no reason to try to stop them.)

But it's not so easy when they land. They are immediately spotted by the orc host besieging the Falas. Seeing as they did not listen to Morgoth, they have few weapons and no knowledge of warfare. If not for Finarfin's children and their small contingent of people, who do have some knowledge of war, they would have been completely destroyed.

Angrod and Aegnor drive the host back to Angband... however, they are themselves killed in the valiant push.

Back in Araman, things are tense. Feanor has got it in his head that they should cross the Helcaraxe. There's no way Fingolfin is leading his people across the Helcaraxe, that would be insane. Swords are drawn in council -- Maedhros and Fingon have to wrestle their fathers away from killing each other.

Realising it's better for everyone if they are separated, even Feanor's more reasonable sons get behind his plan to cross the Helcaraxe; in bitterness, they set out without Fingolfin's people.

Meanwhile, in Beleriand, the Teleri of Aman have made contact with the Sindar. Cirdan and Thingol's people agree to help the diminished Teleri sail back for the Noldor they left behind.

They reach Araman to find Fingolfin in conflict with his children over whether to return to Tirion (Fingolfin) or push on to Beleriand (his children). There's also poor Finarfin who would definitely go back if his wife and children were not already over there.

After much debate, everyone decides to take ship, some with more enthusiasm than others. They come to Beleriand.

Meanwhile, on the Helcaraxe, Feanor falls through the ice and dies. (Yep, just like that.)

His sons press on under the determined but untested leadership of Maedhros.

The brothers bicker a lot. Amrod gets pissed off enough to try and turn back, but within sight of his brothers he is swallowed by the ice. So: that's what happens if you try to walk away from the Oath, they all think.

The remaining six come into Beleriand with the first rising of the Moon and Sun and march unhindered straight to the gates of Angband and bang on the gates. No one answers.

The sons retreat south ...

... where they find Fingolfin fully established as a vassal king to Thingol. Fuck that: a) that's not your kingship; b) you made the kingship of the Noldor a vassalage to a Teler?

They also do some mental gymnastics to make it Fingolfin's fault they crossed the Helcaraxe. They had to leave! How else could they have kept peace between their father (dead now btw!) and Fingolfin?? And it's not like they could turn back to Tirion, they had their Oath, you know.

The situation among the Noldor is bad. And no one's captive in Angband to provide an opportunity for conciliatory rescues. What a shame.

Eventually, with all the conflicts brewing, there's still Elf-on-Elf war, but it's in Beleriand. And it's bigger, and worse, with slaying of actual close kin.

Morgoth makes popcorn and laughs.

#au headcanons #first kinslaying #didn't happen... until later #these canon divergence AUs are dangerous #this is very hastily sketched by which I mean it took me like 2 sessions of over an hour each to even make this messy outline #but it was fun to consider! now I must stop before it gets out of control

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We Made An Agreement | 2

Duncan Idaho x Reader x Paul Atreides dividers: @cafekitsune @rookthornesartistry gifs credits: @vivienvalentino @mareestoermers Summary: Y/n begins to see a difference in Paul, but she is worried that the sudden change will cause conflict with her love with Duncan. Warnings: 18+ MDNI, slight!yandere!paul, forced orgasm, forced sex, thigh riding, Paul turns slightly possessive, a hint of dark!Paul, soft sex (w Duncan), oral sex (f receiving), protective Duncan, breeding kink, pregnancy Word Count: 3.6k Disclaimer: I don't own Dune or its characters, nor do I claim them as my own. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always adored and appreciated xx Remember, if you want to be tagged in any of my works, please comment on my pinned post so I can easily find your comments easily

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Y/n dreaded the day the Duke asked Duncan to go on a mission. The thought of being parted from Duncan made her heart ache; he would be gone only for a few days, which she was happy to hear. Paul had come to her room early in the morning and asked if she would like to accompany him to see Duncan off. When they arrived at the hangar, her eyes watched Paul and Duncan embrace, and Paul wished Duncan well on his mission. Duncan tapped Paul’s shoulder with a smile. “Take care, my boy, look after your wife, hmm” Duncan raised a brow, giving Paul a stern look; the young Atreides glanced over his shoulder at Y/n, smiling. Y/n looked between the two, her eyes locking with Paul’s. His smile made Y/n feel uneasy; something wasn’t right. “I shall” He turned his attention back to his mentor. Paul saw Gurney and approached him as Duncan stepped towards Y/n. “What’s wrong? You look pale?” He cupped her face, his thumb tracing her cheek. “Something is wrong with Paul. Do you think he knows?” Y/n asked him in a hushed whisper. Duncan sighed; he had never seen Y/n worried before and didn’t want to leave her. Not if she felt something was wrong.

“But I thought you both agreed,” Duncan said Y/n nodded, letting out a shaky breath. “We did; however, I’ve noticed little changes in his behaviour, Duncan.” The swordmaster kissed her head gingerly, wrapping an arm around her. “I’ll return in three days, my love. In the meantime, do not reveal your fears. To anyone,” He murmured, looking into her eyes. She gave him a nod. “I love you”, he whispered, a smile appearing on his lips Y/n took in a soft breath. “I love you too,” Duncan turned, walking towards the ship and calling out to Gurney. “See you in three days, my friend!”

Y/n bit her lip nervously, gazing over at Paul, who was already looking at her. Seeing Duncan’s ship depart, Y/n looked at Paul again before leaving the hangar. Y/n walked the Caladan halls to the outside gardens, sitting on the stone bench and reading a book. Paul stood in the archway, observing silently as his feet carried him to Y/n, where she sat. “Wife, why do you sit alone in almost no visible sight?” He asked; sitting beside her, Y/n could feel the strange aura radiating off her husband. “I find it the most peaceful and undisturbed place in the gardens; is it wrong of me to want that while I read?” She questioned him back. Paul smirked, his head moving back and forth in thought. “Well, that depends. Is it because you seek to be far away from everyone? Or the fact your lover has left, and you have no one to keep your bed warm?” Paul’s voice lowered, and Y/n froze, so he did know. “If I remember correctly, Paul, you and I agreed that when we were married, we could find comfort in someone else. Neither of us wanted this marriage; we only did it to keep our families happy.” Y/n closed her book abruptly and stood, walking past him, her dress flowing behind her. Paul’s jaw clenched as he followed her.

“Besides, you did not have an issue with such matters before. You have shown no interest, so why now?” Y/n turned around briefly, hearing Paul’s boots hit the marble ground behind her. His hand gripped her wrist, pulling her back. Pushing her against the wall firmly, “I’ve come to realise that perhaps you have gotten too comfortable with the idea of ‘this agreement’, but you don’t seem to understand Y/n. My father has received letters explaining why you have not bared any children yet. What am I to say, hmm? ‘Oh, I believe my wife, your daughter, has been fucking my mentor because I stupidly allowed her the freedom to do so’.” Paul’s upper lip curled in slight anger. “And now I am beginning to see that it is a mistake I have made, and I will rectify it by whatever means necessary.” His voice dropped to a dangerous level, the harsh tone making her shiver. “Paul…” She began to speak, his eyes narrowed in warning.

“I have tried to reach out to you, tried to make you see me, and all you do is dismiss me and go to Duncan. I do not want to be ignored anymore,” He growled, his nose brushing hers. Y/n felt her breathing quicken from fear. “My Lord, My Lady. The Duke and Lady Jessica requested your presence in the dining hall.” Y/n felt her eyes close in relief at hearing Gurney’s voice. Paul groaned lowly, his head pressed to Y/n’s, his fist hitting the wall lightly beside her head. “We’ll continue this conversation later,” Paul whispered, standing back, grasping her hand, and walking to the dining hall.

Y/n paced around her chambers, her fingers fidgeting, waiting for Paul. Feeling her nerves rise, she looked outside her balcony, hearing the rainfall and thunderstorm outside. When her door opened, her head turned to look at Paul as he closed the door, locking it in place. Adjusting his jacket, he sat on the end of her bed and motioned his head for her to sit. Y/n timidly sat beside him; she could feel her heart racing as Paul’s hand reached for her thigh. “Do you know what pains me more?” He murmured, his hand trailing up her leg, exposing her skin under her night dress; Y/n remained silent.

“Truthfully, I don’t know if it is because you continue to dismiss me as your husband. Or the day of that council meeting when I asked you if you would like to read the new books we had acquired. And you said you were tired, so I believed your lie and followed you back here…and do you know what I heard?” He leant in his breath, hitting her cheek. “My wife being fucked by another man. And she was not tired enough for that. I know you and Duncan have most likely shared many days and nights, probably in this very bed. Or anywhere in this castle. And you have let him have what is rightfully mine” Paul raised his hand to turn her face, his fingers trailing through her hair, and sighed. The corner of his mouth quirked slightly. Shaking his head, “Not anymore”, he murmured and pressed his lips to Y/n’s roughly, her hands raised to his chest to push him off, but to no avail. “Paul”, she whispered. Feeling his body climb on top of hers, Y/n whimpered at the force wriggling underneath Paul, his hands pinning her beneath him.

“Duncan has had the privilege of having you for so long. Now it’s my turn, wife” He gripped her waist tightly, pulling at her chemise Y/n tried to fight, but her strength wasn’t enough to overcome Paul. She struggled in his hold, her fear building inside, knowing she could not fight her way out. She only wished Duncan was here; she longed for her lover to be in his arms again. She wanted him back. “Please do not struggle against me. I don’t want to hurt you.” Paul murmured into her neck. His hands gripped her chemise, tearing the fabric. His eyes drank her in, and his breathing grew heavier, his hands finding purchase in her soft skin. Y/n gripped his arms. “Paul, please”, she pleaded. Paul smirked, his fingers trailing down her sternum in between her legs. “Paul, I don’t want this-” she gripped his wrist desperately.

Paul frowned at her continued defiance. He smirked as he delved two fingers inside her pussy roughly, making her cry at the intrusion. Her body arched off the bed. Paul moaned at the feeling of her walls clenching around his fingers, every fibre in her body fighting against what she didn’t want. “No, Paul”, she tried pushing his wrist away. “Shh, my love, your body craves to be touched.” He cooed, his breath tickling her cheek. Her broken moan filled the room, and a smile stretched on Paul’s lips. “You are so beautiful, my wife. How foolish of me to let you slip from my grasp and into his,” Paul snarled, kissing her roughly and swallowing her cries. Removing his fingers, Paul sucked them clean and moaned before situating himself between her legs Y/n kicked him in the stomach, scrambling on the bed; Paul groaned in pain, laughing, grabbing her foot and pulling her back towards him.

Flipping her on her stomach and using his body to hold her down, he removed his linen clothes and ripped the remains of her chemise off her body. Kissing her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. “And to think I was going to be gentle with you, my love. I’ve changed my mind,” he entered her in one harsh thrust, a sharp cry leaving her lips. Her head lulled forward, and her moans were muffled in the pillow. Paul’s hard thrusts made her breathless, feeling his hands grip her body, indeed to leave bruises in their wake. “Paul, please, I’m begging you”, she sobbed, trying to reason with him. “I do love hearing your sweet begging Y/n; you sound so pretty”, he purred, his lips kissing under her ear, his heavy pants, making her cry. His hand gripped her tightly.

“For someone who claims she doesn’t want this, your pussy is clenching around me. I see why my mentor loves fucking you as much as he does. I would never want to leave this pussy either, but from now on, you only come to me. I am the only man who gets to touch you—the only one who even has the privilege of sharing a bed with you. If I even hear or see Duncan has visited you…” Paul pulled out of her and threw Y/n on her back before entering her again, his face hard with a jealous rage. “I will kill him myself. I’ll even make him watch me fuck you before I do kill him,” Paul grunted, his cock hitting Y/n’s sweet spot.

A moan left her lips, her body burning from the building pleasure she wanted to deny herself. Paul grinned, his tongue swiping through his lips. “That’s it. Give into me,” Paul moaned, his thrusts growing harder Y/n tried to suppress her moans and her body to deny Paul what he wanted. He caught on to her plan, smirking his lips and caressing her jaw. His hand massaged her breast softly before moving down her body. “Don’t worry, wife, if you want to give yourself willingly, I’ll take what I need from you” he pressed his thumb to her swollen pearl before angling his hips, hitting her cervix painfully, drawing out her release against her will. “Don’t you dare deny me anymore”, he growled, pounding into her, letting out a loud moan, his cum painting her walls, his body shuddering. Paul kissed Y/n, his tongue swiping her bottom lip, his thumb rolling faster on her clit, forcing her to come around his cock. A low whine left her mouth, her body shaking underneath him. Paul fell beside Y/n, his eyes closed as he let out a heavy sigh. Laying on his side, he pulled Y/n closer; falling asleep, Y/n closed her eyes, feeling tears build; opening them, she stared at the ceiling, the droplets cascading down her cheeks.

Duncan had returned from his mission, and his ship had landed in the hangar. Walking down the ramp, he expected to see Y/n. But she wasn’t there. Paul, however, ran to Duncan, embracing him in a tight hug. “Duncan, it’s good to have back!” Paul grinned. Duncan nodded, removing his flight suit. “It’s good to be back, my boy, and how is your wife you’ve looked after her?” Duncan asked Paul; the young man nodded with a smile. “Yes, she and I have spent some time together; it’s been pleasant,” Paul said before Leto came through and welcomed Duncan back. The three reached the council room to discuss Duncan’s success.

Y/n paced her room as she heard her door open. Lady Jessica walked in with a worried look. “You have not left your room for three days, my dear. Is everything alright?” She held the young girl Y/n began to cry, shaking her head and falling to the ground. Jessica gasped, holding Y/n’s face. “Y/n, tell me what has happened. Does it have to do with my son?” she asked firmly Y/n nodded hesitantly. “Lady Jessica, when Paul and I were told of our marriage. We made an agreement that we could find comfort with someone else if we liked. Neither of us felt obligated to be true to one another. And I did find such comfort and love with Duncan Idaho. And….” She trailed off, and Jessica nodded her head for Y/n to continue. “Paul has kept me in here since Duncan left for his mission, and he-” she felt her tears fall as Jessica held her, swaying them back and forth. “Shhh, my dear”, She soothed the young girl softly “He said he would kill Duncan if he found out that I am seen or he heard I have seen Duncan” Jessica’s eyes widened slightly at her son’s threat, he would never kill Duncan such an act Paul is not capable of doing. Jessica swallowed nervously and kissed Y/n’s head. “I will speak to Leto about this. My son is not to come near you until he is permitted to do so,” Jessica said as she left Y/n in her room, assigning guards outside her door. “If Duncan Idaho comes to Lady Y/n’s room, you will allow him entry. No one else. That also includes my son Paul” Jessica used the voice on the guards, and they both complied with her order as she went to speak to Leto.

Duncan walked down the halls after the meeting was ended early by Jessica wanting to speak to Leto and Paul. The Duke dismissed everyone immediately. Duncan quickly went to Y/n’s room, seeing two guards assigned outside her door. They allowed him inside, and he could read the room as he opened her door. Something had happened. He closed the door, locked it, and looked for Y/n, seeing her standing on the balcony. Duncan’s green eyes softened, and a smile on his lips as he looked at her. “Hello, my love.” He saw her body relax as she spun around; her eyes widened as she ran into his arms.

Crying into his neck, Duncan kissed her head and sat on the edge of her bed. “Why are you crying? Have I done something wrong?” He grew worried Y/n kissed his lips feverishly, moaning at the sensation of his mouth on hers. Pulling away from the kiss, Y/n shuddered a breath “Paul. Duncan, I knew something was different about him. He knows, and when you left, he-he kept forcing himself on me. He wouldn’t let me leave the room; he would force me to…” Duncan’s eyes hardened, holding her face; he pressed his head to hers. “I’m here, I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He promised, pressing his lips to hers, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her onto his thigh. Y/n’s body began to roll, her wetness seeping onto his pants, the rough cargo material creating a delicious friction on her bare pussy. Her high-pitched moans echoed in the room. Duncan smiled, holding her waist while kissing her neck, her fingers threading through his hair. “Duncan”, She sighed his name breathlessly. Duncan moaned, moving his lips to her jaw. “I’ve missed you, my love”, he panted Y/n’s hand and slowly pushed him to lay back on the bed whilst she continued to ride his thigh. Her hand drifting down to palm his hard cock under his pants.

Duncan groaned, his eyes closing tightly Y/n felt her climax rippling through her body, her hips moving faster. Letting out a loud moan, her body fell forward as Duncan looked down, a grin decorating his face. Rolling them over, Duncan kissed down her body, lifting her dress up and off her body and throwing it on the floor. Kissing her thighs, Duncan nibbled her skin between his teeth, her eyes locked with his “Duncan, please”, She whispered. Duncan’s eyes sparkled before leaning in between her thighs. “As my love commands”, he lowered his voice before diving in Y/n’s head lay on the pillow, her back arching off the bed. A string of moans and whimpers left her parted mouth while Duncan feasted on her like a starved man. His hands massaged her thighs and ass, his tongue licking a broad stripe making her body shiver at the feeling. “Oh, Duncan!” she mewled, her body writhing underneath him; he grinned, sucking and licking her arousal greedily.

Y/n gasped sharply, feeling one of his fingers slowly pushed in, her hand gripping his hair tightly, her hips rolling to meet his thrusts. “I missed you, Duncan. I missed you so much,” she moaned. Duncan groaned into her wet folds, pulling away briefly. “I know you have, sweetheart; just let me take care of you” he smiled before continuing with his mission.

Duncan drew three orgasms out of Y/n with his mouth before removing his clothes and climbing on top of Y/n. His body heat enveloped her; their lips met in a passionate kiss, both moaning. Duncan delicately wrapped Y/n’s legs around his waist, holding himself up with one of his hands, the other stroking his cock a few times before taking in a deep breath and slowly sheathing himself inside her. A sharp gasp left Y/n’s open mouth, and a grin formed on Duncan’s face. “Oh, my love, I have missed this perfect pussy. Feeling your soft skin against mine, I’ve longed to hear your sounds being one with you. I hate being apart from you,” Duncan breathed Y/n felt a shiver run through her body. Duncan pressed his body against hers Y/n wrapped her arms and legs around his body. “I need you closer, Duncan, please”, she begged. Duncan smiled. “I am as close as I can be, my darling. Don’t worry; I will not be leaving you anytime soon,” he murmured, his lips brushing hers, both moaning at the sensation of her walls clenching around his cock.

Y/n raked her fingers up his arms, making him groan in pleasure. “I had dreams of you and me. Surrounded by children, our children playing together. Would you like that, my love? Children of our own?” Duncan moaned, his cheek pressed to hers. Y/n inhaled sharply. Her body shuddered at the thought. Nodding quickly, she kissed his lips feverishly. “Yes, Duncan, I want nothing more,” she smiled, kissing his neck and shoulder delicately.

Feeling her lower abdomen pool with heat, her peak rose as she felt her heart race. She cradled her arms around his shoulders and whispered into his ear, “Duncan, I’m-” she began. Duncan kissed her passionately, cutting off her words, “I know, sweetheart. Let go for me; let me feel you come undone for me”, he panted Y/n gazed into his green eyes, feeling her breath hitch, her body spasmed her head thrown back onto the pillow. A chorus of moans filled the room, the sound of Duncan’s hips clashing with Y/n’s as he, too, reached his peak, groaning into her neck. Pulling away, both looked at one another, their eyes filled with a post-lust-filled haze. Duncan slowly pulled out and lay beside Y/n, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Pulling the sheets over them, Duncan let out a heavy sigh. “The guards, I assume, are to keep Paul away?” he asked Y/n softly, kissing the crown of her head gingerly. When she didn’t respond, he looked down, a smile on his face hearing her soft snores. “Sleep well, my love” he whispered.

As the sun rose over the Caladan cliffs, the soft breeze blowing through the curtains interrupted Y/n and Duncan’s tangled limbs, and they felt the chill touch their exposed bodies. Y/n opened her eyes, moaning at the sun peeking through; sitting up, she looked down at Duncan. The fearsome warrior was sleeping peacefully, and her fingers trailed his lips down his throat and towards his chest. Duncan hummed, his eyes fluttering open, a lazy smile appearing. “Good morning, sweetheart”, his deep voice rumbled Y/n giggled. “Good morning, my love”, she whispered. Duncan sat up, his head pressed to Y/n’s softly, his eyes closing. “I love waking up beside you”, he murmured, his hand cupping her cheek.

Y/n suddenly felt her stomach churn; she sat back. Duncan frowned. “Is everything alright?” he questioned, worry washing over his face Y/n held her stomach before dry retching, climbing out of bed and running to the washroom; she vomited. Duncan rubbed her back soothingly. “It’s okay, darling, get it out” he kissed her shoulder Y/n held the basin tightly before speaking softly. “I need Lady Jessica and Dr. Yueh” Duncan nodded and dressed immediately before leaving Y/n’s chambers. Laying on the bed, Dr Yueh examined Y/n in silence. Lady Jessica sat beside her as Duncan paced back and forth. Dr Yueh smiled before leaning back.

“Congratulations, Lady Atreides, you are with child.”

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Fever Dream [2/2]

Note: Hi! This is part 2 of the request from the lovely @xxchaosjojoxx for Penguin x Reader! :) I finally got it done, I really hope you guys will like it as much as the first part! It may have gotten away from me, sometimes I don't know how to stop myself and just add more parts, that's probably why the WCI chapter of 'knowing' was almost 8k words. :')

Oh well, again, hope you all enjoy!

Part 1 here!

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Penguin doesn’t think anything is wrong the next day, not at first anyway. He’s finally over his fever with strict orders from Law to take it easy and let others help him out, which he promises to do with the threat of toilet cleaning duty over his head, the thought of asking you or Shachi more than anyone else, especially when he goes to greet you that morning before breakfast.

Only, you give him a wide-eyed look before shouting your own ‘good morning’ and quickly walking past him, saying you’re starving and want to get breakfast right away, when Ikkaku asks what’s wrong. When your best friend sees Penguin is the reason you’ve run to the kitchen faster than she’s ever seen, Ikkaku just smiles a bit, laughing slightly.

“Oh it’s you, Penguin. Morning, happy to see you’re better!”

“Ha, thanks, Ikkaku,” before she gets past him to kitchen, Penguin grabs her wrist to stop her, “Is [Y/N] okay…? She’s never run away from me before.”

“Mm,” nodding, Ikkaku keeps grinning like a devil before Penguin lets her wrist go and she pats him on the shoulder, “She’s doing great, thanks to you.”

Ikkaku doesn’t tell him anything else, not even when Penguin tilts his head in confusion and tries to ask what she means, she just continues on to the kitchen. He follows suit shortly after, catching your eye again and giving you a smile, but it falters when you look away quickly, turning to Jean Bart and asking him something. That’s not normal for you, anytime Penguin speaks to you or gives you a smile, you always reciprocate, you have from the very beginning. When you joined the Heart Pirates you seemed so nervous about everything, Penguin made it his job to help you get comfortable, he didn’t really expect to fall in love with you over that time. He seriously thought you felt the same, that he’d be able to ask you out soon and start courting you.

But now he has to wonder what he did to make you be like this around him. A few of your crewmates notice the difference, shaking their heads at Penguin or snickering over it, especially when you finish your breakfast and take off before he can stop you. It starts to frustrate him, to the point Penguin looks at everyone still around with a frown, though some of them don’t meet his eye (granted they can’t even see his eyes but still).

“…what the hell happened?”

+!+

You don’t stay around Penguin for very long that day, if you can help it. Law paired you both up briefly to wash the dishes, Penguin being surprised when you put your headphones on and ignore him this time. Whenever you do any task together, the two of you would have a blast, chatting or swapping jokes or book recommendations, time flying by and you both feeling like you’ve gotten closer. You’ve been a Heart Pirate for five years now, there’s still so much Penguin has to learn about you he feels like, but if you won’t even talk to him now, it feels like your growing relationship, still a friendship, is starting to backslide.

And he doesn’t know why. You were fine two days ago, what happened yesterday?

“Shachi…” Penguin’s whining pulls Shachi’s focus from his task of checking supplies, Law wanting one more run to the island before you all take off. He barely looks at his lifelong friend before going back to making notes on what the ship could use extra of, since the next potential stop is weeks away from the current one.

“What’s up, Pen?”

“[Y/N]’s been ignoring or running from me all day!”

“Oh yeah?” He snickers a bit, knowing exactly why, Ikkaku had told him and Shachi may have let it slip to a few people who knew how smitten you two were with each other. He really did hope this was the push you both needed to get your relationship going.

“I can’t figure out why, and everyone keeps shaking their heads at me! Did I do something??”

“…wait, you don’t remember?” Shachi stops writing to finally look at Penguin, who shakes his head with a pout.

“No! And if someone says that one more time, I’m going to—”

“Dude, you told her you love her.”

Penguin stops ranting and rambling when Shachi says that, his eyes widening as he barely manages to get a quiet ‘huh’ out before his friend nods.

“Ikkaku said that [Y/N] told her you thought she was Ikka, and were asking how to tell her that you love her—”

“I don’t—” Penguin feels his face turning red and starts to pull his hat down over his face.

“—and then you kissed her before passing out from your fever. That’s the basic gist of it, man.”

Shachi is somewhat amused seeing Penguin fully cover his face with his hat, a bright red blush showing through what’s visible. Twenty-eight and still nervous as hell when it came to romance, no matter how times he’s flirted with other women in the past, it stopped the second he met you when you joined them. It was like a flip switched in Penguin’s brain that told him ‘she’s the one!’ and he’s been enamored with you ever since.

Not like you didn’t feel the same, he’d heard it from Ikkaku constantly. She tells him everything about what you say regarding Penguin, how much you like him back and wish you could make a move but you didn’t want to ruin your friendship in the process. A fair reason, though if you’d only known sooner how in love Penguin was, you probably wouldn’t be running from him all day. Penguin probably wouldn’t be going through such mental anguish and feeling like he’s done a terrible thing by kissing you like that.

He keeps muttering about how that was so wrong, he messed up, you must hate him now. How could you not? He probably just stole your first kiss! And without even asking if he could kiss you! That wasn’t fair to you, he just feels awful about it.

Letting him have a few minutes, Shachi eventually pats Penguin on the shoulder, giving him a smile.

“You should go sit down and talk to her. You guys need to work this out, but I doubt she’s mad at you.”

“Shach—”

“She’s probably more embarrassed than anything, based on what Ikka told me. So just go give it your best shot, Pen.”

+!+

Law pairs you up again that day to work on the crew’s laundry, something that shouldn’t take long or cause Penguin enough stress to make his fever come back. The only thing really stressing him out is the fact you still haven’t really spoken to him, except when you tell him you’re taking clothes to their respective owners. The few times you leave to do so, he tries to hype himself up and convince himself to just talk to you, see if you’re mad or if you’re willing to work things out with him.

When you come back the last time, no headphones in sight, he feels like he has a chance.

“Captain wants me to help him with something, can you finish here?”

His shoulders slump and he’s about to say that he’ll be fine, but instead Penguin shakes his head.

“No, uh, I mean, yeah I can, but…can we talk?”

You bite your lip a bit, Penguin not looking at you, and you shake your head slightly.

“What’s there to talk about? You were sick, it wasn’t on purpose.”

“But what I did was wrong, even if it was because of my fever.”

The way he sounds when he speaks almost sets you off, you almost start telling him that no it wasn’t a big deal, you have the same feelings for him. You were just shocked he returned them! Okay maybe a little embarrassed still, but that was all on you, he’s the first person you’ve ever kissed, you don’t know how to handle it yet.

“I,” you want to tell Penguin he really didn’t do anything wrong, but even though you can’t see his eyes for that hat, you feel like he’s giving you puppy dog eyes and you’re going to absolutely break down and try to kiss him if this keeps up, “I need to go!”

“No, wait, please!!” Penguin grabs your arm, nearly begging you to stay, “I…I’m sorry for kissing you! But I…I love you! So please…stop running away from me.”

You’re both silent for several minutes, you still don’t look at Penguin and it makes him so much more anxious. He needed to apologize, right? That would fix it, it would fix everything. He was delusional and didn’t think that fever dream was reality, he made a mistake and kissed you without permission or knowing he was even doing it. He felt so bad about it, that’s not how it should’ve gone!

“This wasn’t…how I wanted to tell you…”

“…how did you want to tell me?”

“I…I wanted to take you on a date,” he quietly speaks, while you turn around and watch him, Penguin doesn’t lift his head to look at you, “I was going to take you out yesterday but, well, you know…”

“Yeah, I know,” the laugh you give when you respond makes Penguin finally look back to you, he’s almost shocked to see the blush on your face as you slip your hand into his and lace your fingers together, “I would’ve said yes, if you asked.”

“…yeah?”

Nodding, you let Penguin pull you closer to himself, slipping his other arm around your shoulders in a hug that you return. He’s honestly glad to hear that you’d agree to a date with him, finally deciding to ask you today.

“So…will you go out with me tomorrow? Before we leave the island.”

“I’d like nothing more, Penguin.”

“And,” he takes a breath and sets his forehead against your own, giving you a better look at his pretty blue eyes and the blush across his own face while you smile, “Can I kiss you…for real this time?”

You giggle a but and nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“To your heart’s content.”

You’ll probably have to talk about things more later, but the grin Penguin gives you before properly kissing you makes you forget about anything else you wanted to say.

At least until Law comes looking for you and has to break you apart before you two take things too far, deciding that he’s not going to be pairing you up for tasks again anytime soon. You and Penguin making out isn’t what he meant by taking it easy.

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jpitha · 2 days

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"-is open!"

Before Stormy could finish warning Northern, the ship linked to somewhere else in space. Detecting hard vacuum, the open airlock slammed shut.

"Where's Fen??"

"She's not aboard Northern. She must have jumped out right as we linked away."

"We have to link back!"

"No Northern. There's no way we can link back that accurately. Best case we'd appear outside the ship and be ripped to shreds by their point defense."

Zhe looked up. "What's the worst case?"

"We'd link back half in the ship and half in space.

They were silent a moment, imaging that. Back in the early days of wormhole technology, people experimented with how precisely they could link. It turns out that calculating an exact point in space in a constantly moving universe is difficult. The further you link, the harder it is. There is a realistic limit of a few kilo-lights just because the variation on where you'd wind up is so great you might end up in the next star system over. Or worse, inside a gas giant.

"Okay, so no linking back. What do we do about Fen?"

"I'm afraid we're going to have to leave her there for now Zhe. There's no way we can rescue her right now. I think we should stick to the plan and find Gord and let him know what we learned."

Crossing her arms, Northern sat into the command chair - Fen's chair - hard. "I don't like it, but I agree with Stormy. There's nothing we can do right now."

She looked over at Zhe. "Don't worry. We'll get her back. I promise."

Zhe turned to face Northern. Her large, expressive ears and wide eyes meant for collecting low light in the forests of their homeland stared at her. Her cat-like ears flicked, and she nodded - a human gesture. "I trust you, Northern. We'll do it your way for now." She turned back to her station and then after a moment, back to Northern. "How are we going to find Gord?"

At that, Northern smiled, "I have a hunch I know where he is. Stormy are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"I am, Northern, but what about bringing the BI?"

"It'll be fine. It's not like she'll be able to lead anyone back." Northern waved her hand dismissively. "She won't even be the first BI there."

"BI?" Zhe's eyebrows raised questioningly.

"Biological Intelligence. You call us AIs, we call you BIs." Stormy answered. "It's not an insult... most of the time."

"Okay, but where are we going and why would I not be allowed?"

"It's..." Stormy paused, searching for the words. "It's a place that is supposed to be just for us. Somewhere we can exist outside of the empire's influence, outside of their attacks."

"Oh." Zhe's brow furrowed for a moment. "Would it be better if you dropped me off on the Heap?"

"You don't want to come?" Northern's eyebrows raised.

"No, I do, but I also don't want to cause more problems. You could drop me off, and send a beacon when you have things figured out. I'm sure Dad has some work for me. Now that I've run with a crew he'll probably let me sign on for more jobs."

Northern shook her head. "Nonsense! You can come along with us Zhe. It will be fine."

"But what about-" Stormy interjected.

"It will be fine."

"If you say so." Stormy didn't sound so sure.

****

Stormy Days linked back into space deep dark of interstellar space. Zhe got on the scanners and searched. "Where are we Stormy, there isn't anything here?"

"Look harder, Zhe. Search for something running slightly higher than ambient, about a million klicks out."

"I still don't see... hold on!" Zhe fiddles with her console. "I see a large structure, way bigger than any Starjumper, nearly the size of an orbital, or a... colony ship?"

"That's what we're looking for, I'll set a course."

"What is it?" Zhe looks up from the console at the large screen. At this distance, even with high magnification it just looks like a mass of darkness among the stars.

Northern chuckles. "Originally? It was the human colony ship Mt. Baxter. Sometime in their flight, they passed through a gamma ray burst and everyone died. A group of AIs found the ship coasting through space and slowed it down. Now, it's... a safe place for us. If we can say anywhere truly is 'home' for us, this place is Home."

Zhe watched as they flew in. As they flew closer and closer, points of activity would flare, scan them, and then go dark again. A few times, she noticed that as they went dark the points would start moving. Point defense that always changed positions. The people that lived here did not want uninvited visitors.

The second thing she noticed was the size. She had never seen... anything in space this large short of the largest orbitals, like the ones the Humans had in Sol. High Mars Hyacinth was larger, but only just. This structure was easily thirty kilometers long and ten in diameter. It was also rotating slowly.

Other than the intense security, getting in was simple. Stormy apparently knew what to say when and to whom, and all the defenses stood down, and when they reached the massive structure, a door on the side - large enough to swallow a Starjumper - opened, and they slid inside.

The hangar for the former colony ship was equally massive. Zhe estimated it was fully a quarter of the ship. Docked along the edge were ships of all shapes and sizes. Most people know about the Starjumpers - the ancient human ships meant to soar between stars before wormhole generators were built - and the dreadnoughts - the massive warships built on a Starjumper chassis but bristling with weapons. Zhe couldn't believe the variety of ships here. All kinds of shapes and colors and designs! All were docked here in neat rows.

Stormy led them to an open space near the middle of the dock and gently guided them in. As they got close, she swung the ship around on the maneuvering jets to orient with the 'floor' of the massive structure and they set down with a light bump. Among the clanks and thumps of docking and the whirring of unknown things, Stormy walked out into the Command Deck. "Come on, Gord said he's going to meet us."

At the end of the airlock, a small runabout waited for them. They climbed in and puttered towards the entry to the structure proper. Sure enough, Gord was standing, waiting for them, his brow furrowed and his arms crossed.

"Stormy gave me the broad strokes. Helen took Fen?" Gord looked over them. "Oh, hello Zhe. Welcome Home."

"Uh, thanks Gord. Don't worry, I'll keep your secret."

"I never worried about it." Gord's eyebrow raised just a tiny bit. "Come on, let's get out of this hall."

He led them into a large open space, filled with open areas, plenty of seating, plants, and other pieces of nature. Zhe could have sworn she heard running water.

Striding quickly, he led them further and further into the structure. Zhe didn't know much about human architecture, but all of this felt old. There was something about the halls, the lighting, the furniture that made the place seem ancient. It might have been the fact that there were hardly any people. As they walked Zhe looked around and maybe saw fifty people total. In a place as large as this, she imagined you could go days without seeing anyone if you wanted.

Gord approached a large, heavy looking door. Nearly an airlock, but they were deep inside the structure. He stood in front of a panel, obstructing the view, and after a second, it slid open. "In here please." He gestured. Northern, Stormy, and Zhe walked in, but instantly the door slammed shut on them.

Lights flicked on in the room, and there was a large table, comfortable looking chairs and a pitcher of water. Along one wall was a series of paintings, they looked like Earth to Zhe, at least what she knew of it from videos and images. The other side was a large, thick window. Gord stood on the other side of it, glowering.

"I apologize for this, but you three are most likely contaminated from your contact with Fen and Helen. We're already cleansing Fen's frigate and if I can't get complete assurances that every single nanoparticle is gone, I will not hesitate to dump it and destroy it."

Stormy sighed and fell into one of the chairs. She spun another around and put her legs on it, crossing them. Northern sat at the other end and tilted the seat all the way back, looking at the ceiling. Zhe remained in front of the window. "How long will we have to stay here, Gord?"

"As long as it takes, Zhe. We're not well equipped to meet the needs of BIs here, but we're busily printing facilities for you, and we'll be able to print up some compatible food. It won't be cuisine, but it'll keep you alive."

"But what about Fen? She was captured!"

"According to Stormy, she opened the airlock herself and jumped out right as you were escaping Helen's dreadnought." He turned his back on Zhe. "She hardly was captured."

"Gord, you don't meant that! You know that she had the Nanites, they must have made her do it!" Zhe sniffed and her large eyes welled. "She wouldn't do that on her own! You're not going to go get her?"

Gord took one large step towards the window and loomed over Zhe. His anger clear in the tinny speakers overhead. "And how, Zhe, would you like me to do that? Do you know how many AIs are here?"

Zhe shrank back from Gord as he glared. "Uh, I counted around fifty people?"

Gord sighed and - seemingly realizing what he was doing - took a step back. "There are sixty eight of us. More than there's been in centuries, but still, not an invasion force."

"But, all those ships-"

Gord strode back up to the window and shouted,"Are empty Zhe! They haven't moved in centuries. Bare husks, waiting for their AIs who will never come." He started pacing. "The Empire murdered us, Zhe. I was carrying around a duffle that carried the memory cores of every AI I could find. The fact that you and Fen managed to find two more than I had no idea were even alive is frankly amazing."

"So all these people are..."

"Are new bodies I had printed for them with Spyglass' help. They're all old friends, and they are traumatized, Zhe." Gord continued pacing. "I said we were going after the Nanites, but we just don't have anything to send after them. What can we do?"

"You have Meredith and her retinue! You have the Empress of Sol."

"Hah. Empress of nothing. We've already heard the news, Helen has declared herself Empress Regent. She's wasting no time at all consolidating her power. Meredith and her friends are just six humans among trillions. Meredith has a hard enough time staying sober." He shakes his head sadly. "I had no idea her ship was so well stocked."

Zhe sat down heavily. "So that's it then. You're going to hide."

Gord nodded. "Yup. Seems to be the most prudent course of action. I may have talked a big game before, but I was caught up in the moment." He chuckled a bit. "I think it's Fen. Something about her causes people to think that the impossible might just be possible. Now that she's captured though, who knows. Helen will probably declare her 'Empress' and rule from the shadows. The Nanites will get what they want, and we'll wait it out. I'm old Zhe. It's not the first time I had to lay low for a few centuries."

Northern lifted her head and looked at Gord. "Actually, we learned more about the Nanites from Fen before she... left. They consume energy and come from a universe without a lot. They entered ours as a way to look for other universes."

Gord turns his head slowly and regards Northern. She's sitting at the table, leaning back, her face long and her hair rumpled. Even though most AIs don't really have to sleep, it can have a restorative effect and some do. Northern looks like she hasn't slept in weeks. "They do what?" His voice was barely above a whisper.

"They consume energy. Fen said most of their civilization is around a white hole in their universe. She said they weren't planning on consuming this universe, just using it to look for another."

"And you believed them? Northern why would they spend all this effort building empires and making people make Gates if they were just going to look for another Universe? Why do they need our Universe at all except as a source of power. Fuck." Gord swore.

While they were speaking, a person came up to Gord. She was tall, with long silvery hair. She looked familiar to Zhe, she might have been with Gord before. She couldn't remember her name though. They couldn't hear what was said - Gord turned off the mic - but she saw his face contort and he was clearly angry. He said something sharply to her. She nodded once, sharply, turned on her heel and walked out.

"Fen's ship is contaminated. The Nanite concentration is too high to easily contain, so we're going to purge. I'm sorry folks, but the ship it too dangerous to leave. You can't get your stuff from it either. We'll print you some clothes and a new pad and things." Gord glanced down to his own pad as he was talking. "Ah, and it seems you are contaminated as well Zhe."

"Me??" Zhe's ears were high and taut, facing forward, her tail poofed out involuntarily.

"Yes, you have a high concentration of Nanites. I'm surprised you haven't been feeling the effects of them." Gord looks up at her and narrows her eyes. "You haven't been feeling the effects of Nanites, have you, Zhe?"

"I wouldn't even know what it would feel like. I never even knew they existed until recently."

"Hmm." Gord's fingers danced over his pad and he concentrated intensely on it for a moment. "Okay. Look. If you were anyone else, we'd just kill you, and be done with it. But you're friends with Fen-" Gord gestured "-and Northern and Stormy. They're contaminated too, but we can just offload them and get them new bodies. They're already uploaded. We can't do that to you." Gord shuddered slightly. "Never again. Anyway, we're going to try something."

Before Zhe could say anything there was heavy clunk, and vents popped open in the ceiling. Heavy black smoke poured into the room, pooling onto the floor. When the smoke touched Zhe, it felt almost thick, like water, but was still some kind of smoke or vapor.

As soon as the smoke touched Zhe, she lost control over her limbs, she lept onto the table and crouched down low, snarling at Gord. "You think you can defeat us? We have had millions of years. You're barely three thousand yeas old. You have no chance."

'Zhe' looked back at Stormy and Northern and sure enough, they looked lifeless. She peered closer and she saw that both were in their same positions as before leaning back head on the back of the chair.... with ten fine wires leading from the chair to the back of their heads.

"They're long gone. Don't worry about them. We'll have new bodies printed up in a day or two." Gord looked again at his pad and adjusted something. "I swear, keeping you alive through this is going to be a hassle. I hope I can see Fen again just do I can gloat to her about this."

'Zhe' felt the room grow heavier. Gord had adjusted the gravity. She was pulled onto the table and as she struggled the smoke rose higher and higher until it touched the rest of her. As she screamed, it poured into her mouth.

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When Ed is just standing around in every raid during the Kraken Era, we the audience know it's because he wants to get killed, but nobody else does. And Ed also thinks everyone hates him and either hasn't been pushed far enough yet or is just too scared to do something about it, but we the audience know it's because they care about him or at least sympathize with him despite it all and they're all still hoping he'll get better.

So during raids when he's just standing there, and somebody comes up and is maybe going to get him (like he wants), one of the crew will take them out before they can land a blow or take a shot. Because they noticed he's not fighting and he's not paying attention, but they don't know why, and if they did honestly that would probably just make them even more likely to look out for him even though of course they're all trying so desperately to look out for each other too.

And for anyone other than Blackbeard (TM), for anyone even slightly less lucky, this would surely damage his reputation. For anyone else, word would spread that he's not actually all that, he relies completely on his crew. It would cast doubt on all his incredible deeds. A one-man legend is impressive, but if it's the crew? Well, that's just competence isn't it.

But it isn't anyone other than Blackbeard (TM). It isn't anyone less lucky. It's Ed. So instead, it helps his reputation. Somehow it manages to make him even more larger-than-life. Even more worthy of the type of fear and awe usually only felt for Gods.

No, because it's Blackbeard (TM), the rumor that spreads is that his crew are extensions of him. They start out just like anyone else, but then he takes control of them. He can see through their eyes, he can hear through their ears, he can speak through their mouths. And he uses them to fight for him, not the way other Captains use their men, no. You can creep up behind his back and think yourself unseen, but you don't just have to go unseen by Blackbeard himself, but by every single one of his men.

If they see you, he sees you. And he won't even bother to turn around and look you in the eye - he'll just kill you with a knife thrown from the other end of the ship, or slit your throat with a pair of claws from behind, or shoot you right between the eyes without ever needing to so much as draw his gun.

#jack facts #ofmd #ed teach #kraken crew #hc #ask to tag

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Heya! Can you do Dark Choco Cookie and Cotton Cookie child?

So I originally misread Cotton as Cotton Candy (especially since not everyone includes the Cookie part of the name), and I’m not doing Dark Choco/Cotton, so Dark Choco/Cotton Candy it is

Anyways, this is Bubble Choco Cookie

So Bubble Choco here is somewhere in his teens, and he’s an avid poet. However he does not want anyone to read his poems, and will make sure you don’t touch his poetry journal. They’re mostly edgy or sad and they aren’t the best, but it’s how he expresses himself. He’ll just pull out his journal and pencil at random times and start writing

When he was younger, he used to be a lot more cheerful and bubbly, but as he entered his teen years, he started to act more rebellious and “dark”. He never quite gave up his fashion sense though, with his main changes just being that he wears some darker shades

He is also very fond of chocolate, specifically the aerated kind

Okay I’m gonna be honest, I don’t have much for him other than the poet angle. I just kind of decided to finally start drawing him

I also recognize that he has very little of Dark Choco in his character, as well as design, but that’s in part because of the way I envisioned this ship. For one thing, it’s in Ovenbreak so no Dark Cacao Kingdom here, Dark Choco probably just lives with Cotton Candy, and also, it’s a wholesome ship, their kid doesn’t need that much angst. And he’s a poet instead of a fighter, and if he doesn’t want to fight, I don’t see any reason for Dark Choco to teach him; Cotton Candy doesn’t seem to live in an area that requires much sword fighting or the like

Anyways, on to design stuff

So Bubble Choco is based on aerated chocolate, since it’s like a really light chocolate, and cotton candy is also light (I’m talking weight btw). Also, I’ve eaten this kind of chocolate before (I quite enjoy Aero bars), and I quite like it

I think another name I was considering was Air Choco, since it’s closer to the actual name of the ingredient, but Bubble Choco works better as a name

Aerated chocolate:

So as I said earlier, I kind of made him for the sake of making him and doing more of these, so there wasn’t a super big amount of thought out into him. I do still like how he turned out though

All I really had to go on initially was the poet angle (I didn’t even reread my old notes), and I wasn’t really sure where to go with his personality until I started tweaking his expression. He was also originally going to be a girl but somewhere in development I decided “eh, why not have him be a boy?” and there you have it

I also knew I wanted him to have black poofy hair with things in it. It was originally more of a curved line in between the ends, but I changed it when I looked at Cotton Candy’s hair more. Though I kind of wish I had kept it now. There was also an old concept I mad ages ago that also had that hair, but it was longer. Don’t know why it’s this current length

After doing the hair, I wasn’t really sure what to do with the outfit, and I kind of just made something up as I went. He’s got the poofy ends of his jacket because of the whole “bubble” thing. I wanted to give him more poofy stuff

His colors are brown and light green become the Aero bars I usually see are regular chocolate (brown) and mint (light green). The pink was added to there’d be a little more color variation

As for the thing in his eye, it’s because of Cotton Candy’s heart eyes and me liking to put stuff in the eyes in place of that. Bubble Choco’s eye thing is supposed to be a sort of reference to Dark Choco with his star, though I didn’t bother to curve it out. And as I realize now, the eye I chose is also his missing eye and the star eye of the SoD. I’d like to claim that was intentional, but it wasn’t

And anyways yeah, there you have it. Bubble Choco. Don’t really have much else to say other than I hope you enjoyed him

#finally another fankid made #and I’m also realizing there’s a few I haven’t released because I either never got around to finishing the desc #or I was meandering on saying they were finished and haven’t done their sketches #but they’re complete enough for me to skim over them when I scroll #eh I’ll deal with those another time #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #dark choco cookie #cotton candy cookie #fankid #fanchild #cookie run oc #bubble choco cookie #my ocs #my art #requests #answers

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Stay Alive (45)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: none

A/N NOT BETA. Two updates in one day WHOOO!!

“Beloved, your aura is stale. I know you're worried but you have to put faith in us.” Jin dipped his head into the crook of your neck, his head tickling your cheeks.

You all had finally begun to get a move on with the plan, traveling from the magical city of Seoul to where the portal of Lake Yuri laid. Each one of you traveled in their own ways–the valkyries were on their pegasuses while Seungcheol was able to carry some of his companions on his back as a full dragon.

To say you were stunned when the man transformed into a 5 story reptile was an understatement. Namjoon laughed at your expression telling you that most dragons were able to shift just like Jungkook was able to. When you realized Namjoon was able to do that you softly told him you wanted to see his dragon one day.

However it was not that day because Namjoon explained he was still healing from his injuries so shifting wasn’t an option for him just yet. So all of you climbed into a ship that was fueled by magic. It floated high above the sky–courtesy of another coven that learned how to use their magic in objects.

You watched from the railing as the scenery passed by below, catching sight of more creatures that were beyond larger than imaginable. That didn’t stop you from thinking about what was going to happen the moment you all reached your world again.

You shook your head. “Jin, you've been stuck in that facility for the past 10 years. Who knows what will happen—”

“And that's the thing, we don't.” He cut you off. “No matter how much the witches tell us the fortune is going to be good, fate has a silly way of changing quickly. However, because of our powers we have hope to win this. We're going to take everyone out–they deserve it just like we did.”

“I understand that. I couldn't live with myself knowing they were still trapped.” You shook your head, looking back over the railings as you allowed your body to relax into the elf’s arms. “But I also couldn't live with myself if something happened to you.”

“We'll come back home—with you.” Hobi walked over to the two of you, the others coming up as well.

“And then we can settle down and have those babies. No worries about our powers from there.” He grinned, teasing you about the future.

“We have things to finish, Beautiful.” Jimin told you.

“And we have a reason to make it out.” Namjoon spoke up.

“Who do you think will have a kid first?” Taehyung asked.

“We don't even know when!” You laughed at the second youngest’s question.

“She slept with me first.” Jungkook spoke honestly.

“Ya! Doesn't mean anything. I slept with her here!” Jin whined, glaring at the boy.

“I did too.” Yoongi shrugged.

“Same.” Taehyung repeated.

“We just having sex all over the place now?” Jin scoffed.

“Jin!” You scolded, lightly hitting his arm around your waist.

“Sorry, beloved.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

It wasn’t long before the mountains came into view. It seemed that everyone slowed a bit down as they came to the realization that this was going to be it. You couldn’t imagine how tough things might have been. Hanseol was a weak person from what Bang had explained. However Kang was a different story.

He was a witch who only wanted more power. He would find ways of making himself powerful at the expense of others. You couldn’t give an answer for as to why he started working with Hanseol but there was still worry in the back of your mind about the man you had only come across once.

Seungcheol was quick to turn back into his human form in a puff of smoke after his members got off his back. The faerie of the group twirled a staff around stomping it into the ground causing a mist of magic to flow out from it. Another member who you assumed to be some kind of sandman dropped down from his cloud, letting go of the three other members who had rode with him.

The valkyries climbed off their horses, allowing some of the other warriors from the area to take them. IU had shifted back into her human form after being a swan. There were more people who came down after them, getting ready to cross the portal and into the other world. You took in a deep breath, knowing no matter how many people Hanseol had on his side they couldn’t stop people who had trained for years.

“You boys ready?” Minsuk asked them all.

Namjoon took a look at everyone, getting nods of their heads.

He turned back to the leader of guards for Yuri Lake. “Let's go.”

The pass through the magical mirror-like lake felt much different than what you remember a few days ago. It was freezing cold but only for a few seconds. You didn’t feel wet like you thought you were going to but you did feel light as Jungkook helped you through.

He was waiting on the other side along with the rest of the boys wanting to make sure you were more than okay. Once you caught your breath again, you gave them a smile allowing them to rest easy. While the others looked around in quiet contemplation you took the time to walk towards the entrance of the cave.

Seeing the small cross waiting there had you stopping in your tracks. You felt the breeze blew through and into the cave, causing you to look up. When nothing caught your attention you turned back to the stone, trying to memorize it to heart.

You felt something touch the back of your legs, causing you to turn but found nothing. The others had begun to make their way out, Hoseok’s eyes quickly landing on you before making his way over.

“Do you think her parents hate me?” You asked quietly.

“I don't think they would. It wasn't your fault.” Hobi comforted you.

It hurt to think that you couldn’t remember anything from before. Your head couldn’t even come up with the things you could’ve done with Nabi before everything went wrong. You must have been friends with her before crossing into the other world. You had been coming to your grandparents home since you were a little kid. But your mind really couldn’t think of anything having to do wit her.

“I want to know her story. What happened before and after everything.” You said, looking over at him.

“I'm sure your grandfather will be more than happy to tell you after this, princess.” Yoongi passed by, giving you a smile.

The familiar trek back to your grandfather’s house was easy. However once the building came into view and the back gate was left broken your eyes went wide and you rushed forward.

“Wait!” Jungkook called out, having smelled something off with the house. “(Y/N)!”

You stopped at the patio, seeing most of the doors broken off or furniture thrown out into the open. The house itself was still standing but it was clear someone had forced their way in and were trying to find something specific. In this case you knew it was someone rather.

“They were here.” Jungkook spoke up, his nose wrinkling up as he took a sniff around.

Your eyes began to sting, biting your lip to keep from making any loud noises to alert the others. However they could still easily see you picking up things with shaky hands.

“Let's get a move on. We have to stay vigilant in case Hanseol left some of his men behind to guard the lake.” Namjoon added, looking around the trashed house.

“I'm glad we told grandpa to stay back.” You spoke up, picking up a family photo.

“We'll help him rebuild later.” Jimin told you softly, picking up the other pictures that were thrown around.

“All my grandmother's things.” Your breathing began to grow shallow, tears pooling at your eyes.

“Here, I managed to find this in the rubble.” Jin came up to you, handing you a small metal circle.

“Her wedding ring.” You sniffled, turning the diamond over before putting it on your own finger.

“It fits.” You choked on your tears, quickly being pulled into Jin’s embrace.

Hoseok took your hand, fingers delicately running along the one that had your ring. You sniffled as his magic came from his own hands, wrapping themselves around the jewelry. He had a small smile on his face, looking proud of himself when he pulled back after he finished.

“What did you do?” You asked, looking up at Hoseok.

“It won't fall off.” He explained with a smile.

“So it's glued on?” Taehyung tilted his head.

“It's magically glued on. She can take it off but only her–or us.” The witch explained.

“Thanks Hobi.” You smiled, leaning up to give him a kiss.

“You're welcome, Hun.” He smiled.

“If I could, I would make you your own ring.” The boy rubbed the ring, smiling softly.

“Your transfiguration is good though.” You told him.

“Not perfect.” He shook his head. “And for you I want to make the perfect ring.”

“Why is it not perfect?” You asked.

“Because I don't have my wings to perfect my spells. They are part of my energy and because they are gone things don't look as they should in my eyes.” He told you honestly, a sad look passing his eyes.

You could easily remember the day you had met Taehyung for the first time. A boy who wanted to show you a magic trick–well what you thought was a magic trick at the time. It left you astounded and with wonder. You wanted to see more of what he could do.

He was someone who left you wanting to know more about the childish side of things. It was who he was as a person, someone who could do so much and yet still stay as though nothing ever really affected him. You knew he was hurting as much as the others but that didn’t stop him from wanting to try his best to protect everyone just like the others.

“I think everything you do is amazing. You got the others out perfectly. Wings or not, your magic is amazing.” You softly told him.

Everyone had gathered outside in the courtyard in the middle of your grandparents home, watching as Namjoon seemed to fuss in and out of the building.

“How will we get there? You say it's in Seoul.” Hwasa spoke up, looking as Namjoon seemed to close all the available doors to the house.

“Bang Nim gave us some portal keys to enter.” He showed six different keys in his palms, all different sizes.

“However I must let you all know, we will be heading directly into the facility. Be prepared to fight.” He took in a deep breath, looking around. “Are we all ready?”

“Are you?” Yoongi spoke up, looking at his closest companion.

Namjoon turned to you, watching as you had a reassuring look this time around. “Always.”

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