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abramswife · 15 days

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HALF OF ME (i)

SUMMARY: Despite appearances, you’d learnt Soldier Boy was, actually, capable of being a good man. Somehow, you’d wormed yourself into his good books, and had the rarest privilege of seeing him without the suit, the drugs, the ego, the everything. Just as things were going good, his heart somehow getting even warmer for you, the world separates you in the cruelest way.

PAIRING: Soldier Boy x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3573

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. Sexism (set in the 1980’s), typical Soldier Boy behaviour, drug abuse, alcohol abuse, questionable morals (peer pressuring drug use), sexual content, eludes to smut, Soldier Boy may be a bit OOC at times, gore.

SERIES MASTERLIST / MAIN MASTERLIST

Becoming a world famous supe was never something you’d ever wanted. Sure, you’d grown up with their photos on your bedroom walls, your father telling you stories of when the first ever supe came to be, insisting he fought alongside the Soldier Boy in the war

The people around you seemed to idolise them. These… mostly regular people in tight suits, pretending to be better than everyone else.

You knew better. You knew enough. Enough to know supes were dirty, and corrupt, and definitely not the heroes they presented themselves to be. That their hands were more blood than they were skin anymore.

And, frankly, you wanted nothing to do with Vought or Payback — or whatever the fuck those shitty, useless superhero teams were called. (Seriously, what did they actually do? Except sit in their pretty tower and take the peoples’ taxes?)

Your father, however, had different ideas.

So, at 18, you woke up in the hospital, after an ugly head collision, with superpowers you’d never had before. A miracle, the doctors called it, a supe whose extraordinary powers had been hidden for her whole life. When you got home, you forced the truth out of your father. Compound V, he called it, a new chemical made by Vought.

No one was born a supe, he admitted, it all came from a liquid in a vial. The truth hurt you, as much as it didn’t really surprise you. Chosen by God, my ass.

This wasn’t supposed to be your life.

But it’s certainly what it turned out to be.

Payback were as shitty, if not more, than you’d originally thought. Each of them had… many flaws. Soldier Boy, obviously, was the worst. If the Devil reincarnated himself, he’d look and act like Soldier Boy.

Simply talking to the man made you want to shoot yourself.

Well… it did at one point.

Two years down the line, things had changed. Soldier Boy was still insufferable, sexist, arrogant, and a major asshole. But… he wasn’t so much a dick directly to you, as he used to be. In fact, if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was actually somewhat nice to you. As much as his macho heart could manage, anyway.

You noticed it the first time when he saved your life on a mission. He’d grabbed your waist when a grenade clinked at your feet, whirling you around and to the ground, squashing you against his firm chest, using his shield to protect you both from the hot blast. He’d shrugged it off as nothing; as something any leader would do for his team. Then you watched him hit Gunpowder about for not following his order to a T, and realised… maybe he did treat you different.

It was undeniable these days.

You were the only person on Payback that Soldier Boy could remotely tolerate.

“You need’a be more careful.” Despite the hard look on his face, Soldier Boy was staring down at you, as a Vought doctor wrapped clean bandages tightly around your midsection. It was a bullet to the wound; which, with being a supe, wouldn’t be too bad, but you didn’t heal inhumanely fast like he did. “You’re fuckin’ useless when you’re hurt.”

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks for your concern, Soldier Boy.”

His eyes narrowed into a harsh glare. “Ben.” He corrected you, for what was probably the 50th time. Each time he did, he got more annoyed with you. “How many times do I have to say it? Is there a brain in that pretty head’a’yours?“

You grunted, spinning on the bed and hanging your legs off the side of it. “Thanks for the compliment.” Ben rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, not offering a hand as you groaned in discomfort and got to your feet. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be healed up by the time we set off for Nicaragua, if that’s what you’re worried ‘bout.”

Ben just grunted, displeased. “Ain’t happenin’.” He immediately shot that idea down. “We leave for Nicaragua next week. You ain’t comin’. Sit this one out.”

You stared, expecting a joke. Clearly, he wasn’t. “Seriously?” You groaned, unhappy. What was it with this guy? “I’ll be fine. It’s a silly little bullet.”

“I was holdin’ your fuckin’ guts in your body.” He walked away, reminding you of just how bad your injury actually had been. He had, indeed, practically been keeping your guts inside of you as you bled out. “You ain’t going. You’re stayin’ here.” You chased after him, pulling your shirt on as you left the infirmary.

“Ben—“

He whirled around to face you. “I said, you’re fucking staying.” He growled, glaring down at you. God, were you glad you were on his side. This man was terrifying. Six feet of pure muscle, strength and violence. “You’re better off here, using that face of yours to get some PR.”

“And, what? The others will back you up?” You scoffed, grabbing his wrist as he went to walk away again. His expression went cold at your touch, but you didn’t flinch. As much as he tried to scare you, Ben wouldn’t raise a hand at you… probably. You had faith in the man. “They can’t fight for shit, Ben. Gunpowder hasn’t even discovered his own dick yet. You think you’re gonna have your back covered out there?”

He ripped his wrist away harshly. “I don’t need my back covered.”

“Everyone needs their back covered.” You argued. “Even you.”

He chuckled, sarcastic and dry. “You worried ‘bout me, princess?” You gave him a ‘seriously?’ look, as he took a step closer, mouth curled into that ever-infuriating smirk. “I’d perform better if you sent me off with a taste of that—“

“Ben.” You interrupted him, unimpressed. You rolled his eyes at his predictable behaviour. “I’m not gonna fuck morale into you.”

“Shame.” His eyes flicked up and down, tracing the curves of your body. “Bet you’d be a firecracker.” He walked away again, and you threw your hands up, groaning. Ben chuckled as he turned the corner. “Think it over, sweetheart.”

“You’ve got a hand.” You called back to him. “Use it!”

Conversations like that were very common with Ben.

It’d be a normal conversation (as normal as it gets with him) — and then he’d start talking about fucking you against the nearest surface, and all pleasantries went down the drain. Seriously, he thought 80% with his dick, and 20% with his actual brain.

And that was being kind.

But, beneath all of his macho assholery, was his genuine worry. You knew he wasn’t letting you accompany the rest of the team to Nicaragua because of your injury, despite how minor it was, and that he was worried you’d injure yourself further.

He was just… shit it showing it.

Poor bastard wouldn’t know emotion if it slapped him in the face.

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“I am not wearing this.”

Okay… scratch all of that. Maybe Ben was just a dickhead.

He lounged back in his chair, grinning lazily, legs spread like he owned the place. He probably thought he did. “Why not?” He took a sip of his whiskey, ice clinking against the sides, eyes never leaving you from over the rim of the glass.

You held up the fabric. “Seriously?”

It was basically a scrap of fabric, with how much it covered up. You didn’t shy away from showing skin. You quite liked short skirts and pushing the line. Because, as a supe, there was a line. Vought liked it when you showed skin — apparently it made your ratings go up with the male fans, no shocker. But, too much skin on display, the male fans started calling you a whore, and the ratings shot back down.

It was a bit like a balancing game, trying to find the perfect amount of skin to make the boys ogle but also respect you. An impossible feat, truthfully.

And this? This was definitely classed as too much.

“I don’t see the issue.” His smirk said otherwise.

“My tits are not gonna stay in this, Ben!”

His smirk just grew. “Again, I don’t see the issue.”

You groaned and put the dress down. “No. I’ll get my own dress. I am not wearing that.” You tell him, arms folding across your chest. You didn’t miss the way he checked out your tits, and the way the placement of your arms accentuated them.

He rolled his eyes, obviously not happy with your decision. Leaning towards, elbows on his knees, Ben’s eyes took you in. “Why?” His head cocked to the side. “You’d look hot. It’d make your ass look great.”

“That’s not a compliment.” You grumbled, pushing a hand through your hair. Ben made a small grunt of disagreement, but didn’t say anything otherwise. “Listen, there’s a certain line. Alright? If I wear that, every guy out there will be callin’ me a whore. Okay? Imma find something else.”

He hummed and sat back. “I think you should wear that one.” Sighing heavily, you just rolled your eyes at his persistence. “All those assholes will be blowin’ their pants just lookin’ at you, sweetheart.”

“Again, not a compliment.”

Ben stared at you, and silently took another sip of his whiskey. He always seemed to think these crude, rather sexist and inappropriate remarks were compliments. Like commenting on your body. Or saying you’d be a freak in bed. Which were obviously not actually compliments.

You rolled your eyes, rubbing your forehead. “I’ll find another dress, Ben.” You told him, definitive. There was no way he was going to convince you to wear that dress.

“What a disappointment.” He grinned, lopsided. “I was lookin’ forward to seein’ you in that dress.”

“Again,” you deadpanned as he checked you out once more, “you have a hand… use it.”

Ben just smirked, and sipped his whiskey again.

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You wore the fucking dress.

The asshole always won. Always.

He looked so fucking pleased, as you walked into his after-party, wearing the dress he’d picked out for you. His smugness was clear, brushing through the crowd with ease to come to you.

Ben hummed, eyes dilating as he stared you down. His eyes lingered on your tits, as they always did. “You look…” he hesitated, trying to think of a compliment that wasn’t degrading, and failed, “fuckin’ hot. If you weren’t such a bitch, I’d bend you over right here.”

Your face pulled together in disgust, looking at him with your lips pressed together “… gross.”

He chuckled. “Drink?” He offered. “I got your favourite.”

And there he goes again.

Being nice.

It did your damn head in.

Accepting his offer, you shivered as his large hand landed on the small of your back, guiding you through the crowd. They all seemed to part like the Red Sea as he came through, a fact that amused you greatly.

Seriously. These women looked at him like he was Jesus reincarnated, when he’d totally call them in a whore in bed.

Ben silently reached out for your favourite alcoholic drink, pouring it into a glass. His eyes scanned over the room, smirking at a few of the women ogling, sending them rushing to their friends and squealing. He merely chuckled and handed you the full glass.

“Thanks.” You murmured, taking it from him. Your eyes stared up at him for a moment, curious, before looking away again.

What was it with him? How could be such an egotistical one minute, and then be nice and respectful the next? It was like a guessing game, trying to figure out what mood he was in.

He grabbed your wrist, his grip firm, but not enough to hurt you. “Come with me.” He guided you through the crowd once again, to the doors in the back. As he pushed through into the room, he flashed you a cocky grin over his shoulder. Dickhead.

This room was far quieter. You noticed, immediately, the only people present were supes and celebrities, not the random civilians that’d been granted a pity invite — or the women Ben thought were hot. This was the main party. There were drugs covering every table, with various big names passed out on the chairs, blazed.

Ben lead you to the corner, where he’d obviously already been busy, if the half-snorted lines of cocaine proved anything.

Silently, he offered you a line, which you gratefully accepted.

You didn’t do drugs before you joined Payback. In fact, you’d avoided them, promising yourself you’d never become that type of person. But it was the norm within Vought. Every supe spent their nights filling their bodies to the brim with various drugs, poisoning themselves. So, you started smoking weed to fit in.

Then Ben found out you only did weed, and decided it wasn’t enough. With enough pressure, he’d gotten you onto any other substance he could convince you to try.

It made you more attractive, in his eyes, as you spiralled into addiction like him.

In fact, it got him rock hard, to snort lines or share a joint with you. It was so fucking hot, watching your eyes glass over as you got higher with every hit, with every line. God, it turned him on so bad.

You snorted your third line of the night, when Ben suddenly pushed you back into your chair. Bewildered, you stared at him, as he snatched up a baggie of the white powder. Your heart leapt to your throat, the moment he moved aside the slit in your dress, revealing the bare skin of your thigh. All breath left your lungs, watching him pour some of the powder onto your thigh.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

He was about to do a line off you.

He glanced at you through his lashes, smirking at the shocked and flushed expression you wore. He used his pocket knife to cut the lines, mindful of the sharp blade against your soft skin.

God, this was hot. He found it hot. You found it hot. It’d be a damn miracle if you ended the night with your clothes on at this point.

Your skin tingled as he sniffed up the first line, of his hands roughly gripping the top of your thigh to steady you, his other holding a rolled up $100 bill. He groaned in pleasure, body physically shuddering, head shaking, as the drug made his body run hot.

He did the next line, the grip on your thigh becoming tighter as his pupils began to blow up.

Was it getting hot in here? Or was it just you?

Maybe it was the cocaine in your systems, maybe it was the fact Ben was just… so damn hot, but you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing his hair and forcing his head up as he snorted the final line off your thigh.

He looked up at you, pupils blown, lips parted. Holy shit. This man was sculpted like a fucking God. Your body shivered. “You finally takin’ my offer, sweetheart?” He chuckled, shaking off the immediate effects of the cocaine, raising himself up to your level.

“Fuck me.” You whispered, breathless, practically begging him.

His eyes went dark, almost black, with lust. The smirk on his lips made you squeeze your legs together. “Don’t need to ask me twice.”

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You understood the hype now. You understood why women bent their knees the moment Ben uttered a word to them.

Holy shit, did this man have talent.

Your legs were still twitching, the space in between your legs throbbing and tingling with how many times you’d come on his fingers, his tongue and cock. You’d counted four, before your vision had gone white.

Jesus, he had stamina. A glance at the clock on the wall confirmed it’d been just over five hours since you’d first fell into Ben’s bed. That super strength was better for more than just fighting, after all. This man should be advertised for his abilities. No shocker he was an American sex symbol.

He’d just fucked your brains out.

And now, he was staring at you with admiration, laid on his side, in the same bed he’d just railed you in. “You feelin’ okay?” He murmured, genuinely concerned.

“Yeah.” You rolled over to face him, a jolt of discomfort and pain in your hips and thighs. You might have to hold back on… doing anything for the next few days, however. “You didn’t break anything.” You joked, soft and breathy.

He chuckled quietly, hand sliding around your waist and dragging you closer to him. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waitin’ to do that.” He whispered, uncharacteristically soft and gentle.

“To fuck me senseless?”

He smirked. “Mm, I have dreamt of that.” Your eyes narrowed in mild disgust at the image of him having wet dreams about you, swatting his chest. He grinned and caught your hand. “No… I meant how long I’ve waited to have you. You’re fuckin’ perfect. Not just your body. Everything about you is so sexy.”

Your brows furrowed, squeezing his hand, and then worming your fingers out of his. “What do you mean?” You asked softly.

He seemed to struggle for a moment. He wet his tongue with his lips, making your body tingle again. Jesus. “Let’s get dinner.”

What.

“Me and you.” Ben smiled, tracing the curves of your body with a featherlight touch. “Real fancy. I’ll pay.” Was he… asking you on a date right now? The Soldier Boy, asking you on a date? Instead of fucking you and tossing you out?

“You’re serious?” You asked softly, surprised. When he nodded, you grinned, biting your lip to contain it. “Okay, Ben. Let’s get dinner.”

His eyes lit up. Ducking his head down, his lips touched yours, gentle and affectionate. His kiss spoke so many words; his hands gently cradling your body, as he kissed you like you were made of glass. The touch was intimate and loving, widely different to the one he’d used when he’d been on top of you.

No, this was completely different. This was him being vulnerable. This was him showing you just how he felt, without the words.

He smiled against your lips and pulled back, just enough to speak, but his words were still brushing yours. “Yeah?” He whispered, in response to your agreement.

“Yeah.” You stared at him with big eyes.

He grinned, almost boyish in its nature. He stared at you in adoration, seeming to be collecting the words on the tip of his tongue.

You giggled under his stare. You sat up, pulling him with you, grabbing the blanket that he had draped over his headboard. It was fluffy and warm, and smelt like his cologne, and you didn’t hesitate to wrap it around your shoulders, cocooning yourself.

If possible, his gaze softened even more. “You’re adorable.”

Quietly, you laughed. “You sure you wanna do this, Ben?” You stared back at him. Ben was nothing if not a womaniser. Settling down was nothing like him. “Get serious with me, I mean.”

“You’re the only one I’d ever want to.”

Your brows pulled together, confused. “Why?”

Ben soothed a hand through your hair, green eyes drinking in the perfections and imperfections on your face. “You’re the only one I trust.” His voice was gravelly, still heavy with the effects of your recent endeavours. His hand travelled through your hair, and then came down to cup your cheek.

Wrapped up in his fluffy blanket, your head rested on the wooden headboard. “I trust you, too.” You whispered, tilting your head into his palm. His skin was rough, painted with callouses and scars. Every scar on his body had a story. And you’d spend the rest of your life learning every single one.

Despite himself, he smiled at you, thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone. “I’d kill for you. You know that?” His words made you shiver. Ben killing people wasn’t exactly new… or surprising. But doing it for you? God, it made your stomach heat up — and other parts. “These assholes don’t hold a candle to you, doll. Countess? That whore is— is repulsive compared to you.”

You laughed softly, rolling your eyes affectionately. “Ben.” You scolded quietly, though not with an ounce of anger.

The supe just smirked, chuckling deep in his throat. “You want me to drop that bullshit PR relationship I have with her? I’ll do it. In a fucking heartbeat. I’ll be with you, publicly, if you want me.”

“You’d ruin your reputation for me?” Now that — that meant something. Ben could say anything and everything; he was a master manipulator. He could get anything he wanted with that smile and his suave words. But, if there was one thing he would always prioritise, it was his reputation. He’d do anything to be the alpha male. Anything.

“I’d do anything for you.” He grabbed your hand within his much larger one, guiding it to his chest. He pressed your palm over his heart, allowing you to feel his heartbeat. “I’ll do anything for you, to be with you.” You felt the steady rhythm of his heart. He wasn’t lying. That, or he was a great fucking liar. “I’m never leaving your side. I’m yours.”

Your eyes searched deep within his. “Always?”

Ben smiled. “Always.” He leant forward, gently pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss.

Three months later, Soldier Boy died in a nuclear meltdown.

A/N: jesus christ this took me so long to write 😭 but i’m so happy with how this first chap turned out. it’s gonna get so much more fun to write we get to the action 👀 pls lmk if there’s any mistakes, as i will go back n fix them !!! hope you enjoyed <3

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gothicknightz · 1 year

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family ties | ethan landry

notes: oh boy you guys are gonna like this one. VERY MAJOR SCREAM SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT!!!!!!!!!! I cannot get any more specific than that.

part 2 out now!

When she moved to New York with her best friend, they both had planned on getting an average college education, having fun, and graduating.

That was it.

Why couldn’t it have been that simple?

The four of them were stranded in the abandoned lobby of the theatre when Sam had gotten a call from the Detective, claiming that he had done some digging into Kirby and that she was let go from the FBI a couple of months ago for being mentally unstable, and he believes she is the killer.

She quickly turned her attention towards Sam, “What?” She snapped, her arm still wrapped up from her paired attack alongside Mindy on the subway.

Putting a foot down, she crossed her arms, “There’s no way we can stay here.” Attempted to try the entrance in which they came in, to find out it was locked, “Shit.” She turned around quickly to face the, “It’s locked.”

The group frantically looked for a way out of the theatre, as they weren’t going to be trapped with the possible killers. Tara had noticed some sort of fire escape, but that wasn’t until Ghostface appeared and attacked the group, which they fought back.

Chad decided it was a good time to be a hero, as he fought against Ghostface so that the girls could run. This proved to be a bad decision for him, as a second Ghostface came up and started stabbing alongside the other before ushering the trio back into the theatre.

As the five of them make their way back into the theatre, Kirby suddenly reappears out of nowhere and claims that she was knocked out by two Ghostfaces, but the trio can’t trust her after the Detective’s claims, who arrives subsequently after Kirby.

After what seemed to be a battle for trust, the Detective shoots Kirby, revealing himself as the third killer.

(y/n) screams as she was the closest, her heart racing in anticipation, afraid of what was going to happen next when the other two Ghostfaces de-mask themselves. Subsequently, after the Detective reveals himself to be the third killer, the Ghostface wearing Nancy Loomis’ mask revealed himself.

It was Ethan, (y/n)’s best friend. The friend she had planned on getting a college education and graduating with. The friend she had known for years, the friend who was responsible for their firsts.

Somebody she had trusted.

It was then revealed that Quinn was the final Ghostface, much to everyone’s shock, as they had seen and heard of the brutal murder Quinn had endowed.

The trio was cornered at each end by the three killers, with Sam slowly connecting the pieces that all three of the killers were related to none other than Richie Kirsch, one of the killers of the Woodboro Massacre in 2022.

As the trio was attacked and coerced back to the center of the theatre by the killers, the Detective sighed, “It wasn’t until I saw that photograph of what you had actually done to him, that I knew.”

“That I knew you had to fucking die- that you had to be punished, along with anyone else who stands in our way.”

Pushed and insulted by Quinn, Sam, and Tara were forced to stand in front of the Detective, with Ethan taking hold of (y/n), and holding a knife to her throat.

As the Detective went on about how he indulged in his son’s love for the Stab movies, and how they were a bit dark for him, he explained that there was no deeper bond than of a father and his firstborn.

“Despite the loss of Richie, I couldn’t have been happier after learning of a new addition to our family.”

The look on both the sisters’ faces was beyond puzzled as they watched the detective make grandiose gestures as he waved the gun in (y/n)’s direction.

“I knew it was a bit young for those two to get hitched, but,” the Detective paused, taking a breath for a brief smile, “She made it a lot easier to get us in here, and I’ve never been more proud of a future daughter in law, right (y/n)?”

The Carpenter sisters had another round of fear and shock as they turned their heads to one of the closest friends the gang had had, with even Mindy trusting them.

(y/n) was breaking away from a kiss with Ethan as Tara and Sam watched them in awe, the girl breaking into a fit of giggles and a content sigh.

“You know, Sam,” She said, turning towards the illegitimate daughter of the original Ghostface with her boyfriend slash fiance’s knife in hand, “You should really save the date.” She took a swing at the eldest Carpenter sister and laughed.

“Because it does fucking run in the family.”

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 months

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Anakin flirting with m reader and ending making out? Pls

Anakin Skywalker x Male reader

Headcanons

You are a non-jedi general during the Clone wars, cuz yall lost focus and had a consensual workplace relationship.

This turned out a lot sweeter than i had planned ngl.

You were a general during the clone wars. You weren’t anything special, you couldn’t use the force, you weren’t from some rich or special background, your name didn’t carry any weight. The only gift you seemed to have, was your inability to be affected by the force. All in all, you weren’t anything to write home about.

Of course, that’s also what made you so damn useful in your role. No one kept an eye on you, everyone underestimated you, you could get away with so much because to most people in charge, you didn’t exist. You not being able to be manipulated by the force, also made you extremely skilled in what you did, without anyone seeming to notice.

Your feat of climbing the military ranks in leaps and bounds only got you mild acknowledgments, and a handful of attempted manipulations from some people in power. But when they realized you didn’t bend, but you weren’t important enough to get rid of, they left you alone.

At 22 you had reached the rank of senior general in the republic army, placing you above even a good chunk of the jedi you fought against, which was also why you had been placed with the 501st, to apparently teach their general the basics.

Anakin and Obi-Wan had both been unsettled by the fact that they couldn’t sense you in the force the first time you met. Every being, even the nonliving, had a presence. But you didn’t. it was like you didn’t exist.

That took quite some time to get used too, especially to someone as force sensitive as Anakin. But over time you two started getting along, and though it took him some time and a lot of grumbling, Anakin did learn quite a lot from you.

The flirting had been subtle in the beginning, or as subtle as Anakin could be. From getting your help on reports and readings he just “couldn’t understand”, to getting you to help him stretch after he had spent hours going through his katas.

You weren’t oblivious, you couldn’t be with the life you lived, so of course you noticed his attempts at flirting. It was endearing in a way. To see someone who was supposed to have no connection to people like that, seem so drawn to you.

It also left you feeling uneasy in a way, as you had never really had much time to relationships or even flirting for that matter, having spent all these years making something of yourself.

Alongside the flirting you two became good friends, and you had even signed yourself up to stay with his platoon, even when your training was done. This was also where you learned he had had a thing with Padme, but they realized they were better as friends a while ago.

When you shared your own lack of experience, it seemed to boost some of Anakin’s confidence, seeing as you both were on new ground. And like with anything else, he took to it with gusto.

The fact that you never turned him down or rejected him, sometimes even laughing and playing along, only made Anakin try even harder. It was cute, to see him trying his best to woo you in a subtle and less noticeable way, seeing as he was still a jedi and it wasn’t actually allowed.

The 501st knew though. Of course they knew, and when Ahsoka came around she figured it out very fast, and she most likely took up the role as hype man and background support.

Your flirting became part of your dynamic, it was just something that you two did, which to outsiders was just seen as banter to keep the spirits up.

It also didn’t go past flirting for a long time, seeing as you guys were always surrounded by people. And being besides Anakin didn’t let you slip into the shadows like you were used too, since he would glow so brightly.

The need for privacy was what had you two slinking off to the side during one of the nights in camp, the platoon having settled down on a planet and waiting for their next orders. Anakin and you had decided to wander off, settling somewhere nearby, but far enough away to get some time alone together.

There might also have been a bottle of alcohol in your coat. It was nowhere near enough to get either of you drunk, especially with the force helping clear it out of Anakin’s system quicker than average folk. But it was enough to loosen up and get comfortable.

Your normal banter of flirting was constant, but as the buzz settled it became something softer and somehow hotter, the feelings growing thick in the air and noticeable enough that even you, who was as force sensitive as a rock if not lesser, could sense it.

Anakin must have made some corny pass at you, that cocky grin on his lips and his hair brushed back and out of his face, letting you truly see his handsome features. Something came over you, later you would blame the force, but it just felt right.

Leaning in and closing the gap between you seemed to have shocked Anakin, his eyes wide before he seemingly melted against you, arms wrapping around your neck and torso and pulling you even closer.

The kiss was far from the most skilled or pleasant, but your shared lack of experience was fully made up for by enthusiasm.

Anakin would pant and grunt as the kiss turned steamier, lips parting and tongues rubbing together, spit gathering at the edges of your mouths and a line of drool running down his chin. His eyes were shut tightly in concentration, his brows furrowed and hands grasping as your coat.

You had no idea how long you two were laying there, kissing like two lovesick fools from some romance novel. Hands were grasping and exploring, but never going further than that. Now wasn’t the time to go any wilder than what you were doing, but the possibility of it was enough to make the kiss even better.

When you pulled away, Anakin leaned after you with a soft noise, bottom lip pouting out and red from the insistent kissing, his eyes cracking open to look at you with the softest look you had ever seen from him.

“Not all of us can hold our breath for hours” you snarked with a soft chuckle, since you knew he could, thanks to the force. Your jedi grumbled, but tucked his head under your chin, still clutching you close and brushing his lips against your neck.

Neither of you spoke for a while, just holding onto each other. You found yourself brushing your fingers through his hair, Anakin almost arching into the touch like an affection starved tooka, a sight that only made you smile more.

“I like you a lot” he mumbled, glancing up at you through his lashes with that insistent determined, but somehow still soft and warm look in his eyes. Just seeing him like that made you wanna kiss him again, to devour him whole.

“I think I like you too” you replied, an upwards tick to your lips as you pulled him close again. Even without the ability to feel the force, you could still feel it flare, like the sun rising in the morning. It would be no surprise if Ahsoka knew exactly what had happened, and the padawan would be confronting you guys about it later.

But right now all that mattered was laying there with Anakin, and maybe stealing a couple more of those deep insistent and longing kisses, since he sounded so pretty when you did. You guys could deal with everything else later.

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cupcakeslushie · 1 year

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Alrighty, you’ve all been asking for it and here it is. I hope this timeline of what’s basically the first two seasons, makes following the comic easier. Which speaking of—obviously there will be spoilers for the future of the comic, so if you want to continue on reading that with blinders I would just ignore this completely or you could only read up to the prologue end where what’s been released catches up. And obviously the “filler episodes” might not make it into the comic—I’ll probably just get by on those being simple one shots or something, but I wanted to include all my thoughts.

This is really mostly for the ppl who want all that lore now. Or the ones who don’t want to go through a thousand pages of unorganized text posts 😜

Big Freaking Timeline for Empyrean Weeping Separated AU

Pre-Prologue

Many Generations ago…

The Leader of the Foot Clan [name lost to time] made a deal with an oni for power and was sealed inside his own armor. He turned his clan to the ways of murdering innocents and pillaging villages to spread their control. He quickly gained the name the Shredder. Hamato Karai, daughter to the Shredder, created her own clan to fight them. After many years of the two clans warring, Karai was able to banish the oni, killing her father. The power behind the armor was destroyed, leaving it as basically nothing more than ornamentation for each new leader of the Foot to inherit.

Karai sealed the demon in the twilight realm, but was killed by the demon’s final blow.

Many years later….

Hamato Yoshi and Oroku Saki are born into the still warring clans. Hamato Sho, grandfather to Yoshi, struck down Saki’s parents in revenge for them killing his daughter, Atsuko. He then took their infant son Saki and raised him alongside Yoshi, telling the two they were brothers, hoping that one day this would lead to a path of uniting the two clans.

Yoshi and Saki grew up together, trained in the art of ninjutsu, but Yoshi left to become an actor. Saki found out the truth of his parentage, and he embraced the Foot clan’s bloody path. He swore revenge on Yoshi and the entire Hamato clan.

Yoshi meets Big Mama on the set of Crouching Shrimp Hidden Tiger Prawn and the two date for a few years but break up.

Yoshi ran into his old childhood friend Tang Shen and the two began a romance, got married, and had a baby girl—they named her Karai after Yoshi’s great ancestor.

Big Mama kidnapped Yoshi from his wife and daughter, and kept him trapped in the Battle Nexus as her champion. Saki, not realizing Yoshi was gone, attacked Teng Shen, but found Karai in the fire and took her.

For five years (I know the creators said ten but idk that’s just way too long imo) Yoshi fought in Big Mama’s Nexus, until taken by Draxum.

Yoshi broke out during Draxum’s experiment and grabbed the four turtles he saw. As he’s escaping he dropped the soft-shell, but thanks to the fire and debris, was blocked from doubling back to rescue it, forced to leave it behind.

Draxum was left with a destroyed lab and only two of his five test subjects; Three—the male soft shell turtle, and Five—the female box shell turtle. Five was much too weak to live on her own, so Draxum was forced to keep her in a coma, confined to a healing vat. He worked on rebuilding his destroyed lab, and raised Three with the intention of training him to be a great warrior in the fight to save the yokai. As Three grew, Draxum was already impressed by the intelligence he saw from Three, but was not too pleased with the lack of interest Three showed for combat training. Still Draxum would work with what he had, and if nothing else, having access to Three’s blood meant at least he wasn’t starting from scratch. The boy was smart, and helpful in the lab. For eight years Draxum trained Three and helped nurture his mind. Draxum even found a way to get wider access to Empyrean, and was really able to continue his work, but the effects of working with the Empyrean….

Prologue beginning

Under the Cut

Five years after Splinter saved the turtles he could (Raph:7, Leo:6, Mikey:5). He brings them topside, having no choice but to do a food run with them all—unfortunately the Foot finds them, and Leo and Mikey get captured.

On the way, Leo is able to injure the nin holding him and Mikey enough that he drops Mikey. Leo ordered Mikey to run, while he struggled to keep the Foot Soldier from recapturing him.

Mikey left Leo behind and ran to hide in the alleyway behind Big Mama’s hotel, where he’s later found and taken in by the spider yokai, who finds Michael adorable and interesting enough to hold her attention for now.

Leo is taken before the Shredder, and Saki decides to raise Leo instead of killing him. He trained Leo to be Karai’s(10) bodyguard and demanded Kitsune use her mystic spells to bend Leo’s memories and mind so he became the perfect soldier.

One Year After Separation

Raph(8) meet April(9) and the two became best friends. Splinter begins training them both in ninjutsu so they can protect themselves from any surprise Foot Clan attacks.

Two Years After Separation

Three(8) developed an idea for a drill that Draxum took and employed to begin a secret way of mining empyrean without drawing the attention of the Hidden City Police. As the years passed, his experiments on Three became more and more depraved. The stress and torture caused a lot of strain on Three’s mind.

Three continued his work on Five’s body, convinced he can create something that will allow her to live outside her tank.

Overseas Saki ran the Japanese branch of the Foot, and ordered the destruction of a hidden yokai village. Usagi Miyamoto(9) is taken hostage and begins lessons with Leo(8) and Karai(12).

Four Years Post Separation

Saki returned (with his odd gaggle of child soldiers) to lead the US branch of the Foot Clan.

Five Years Post Separation—(ONE YEAR BEFORE SEASON ONE)

Usagi(14) finally escaped the Foot Clan

Big Mama grew bored of raising Michael(12) and threw him into her Battle Nexus. (First Actual page of the comic)

Big Mama and Draxum cut a secret deal, once he learned she has his Fourth subject. He offered Five to Big Mama as a go-between on the grounds that she will report Four’s status in the Nexus back to Draxum, but in the interim Big Mama may use her however she desires.

Three(13) began making shock collars for Big Mama with the demand that they will never be used on his brother, and that he got to see the weekly footage of Four’s Nexus fights.

Draxum met with the Foot clan and began providing Saki with empyrean in exchange for weapons. He saw Two(13) there, under the Shredder’s command. Draxum brings Three with him from then on, to gauge just how deep Two’s loyalty to the Foot Clan ran.

In that year of dealing with Saki, Three talked excessively to Leo any chance he got in the maybe four or five times they met, but was not provided with much of a response.

Usagi, with nowhere else to go, signed up for a few fights in Big Mama’s Nexus. He meets Mikey. Out of all the jerk contenders, the two actually like each other well enough. They’re as friendly as two people that may someday fight to the death would be.

After frequently running into each other, April(15) and Raph(14) got Casey(15) to give up her role as a Foot recruit and join their side. She gets the idea to become a double agent, and is now always sneaking out to meet them and be, in her own words, “a badass vigilant”.

After a few months fighting in the Nexus Usagi left and spent a few weeks on the streets before sneaking into Run of the Mill Pizza and getting caught by Hueso. The skeleton offered a safe place for Usagi to stay.

One night while patrolling, just the two of them, April(16) and Raph(15) see Mayhem get taken and April chased after just before the portal closed. Raph went to Splinter for help and the two headed off to the Hidden City. Before they can make it to Draxum’s lab, they spot Mikey(13), fighting in the Nexus, on one of the massive view screens.

After recovering April who’s basically saved herself and Mayhem without Draxum being any the wiser. Raph and Splinter brought her back home and then quickly returned to the HC and requested an audience with Big Mama.

Splinter dropped to his knees and begged to make a deal. He would fight Big Mama’s current champion if he could have his son back. Raph cut in that he would be the one to fight, and Big Mama accepted.

Raph fought a host of contenders before Big Mama revealed that he would face off against Mikey, who didn’t seem to recognize his big brother or father. Raph managed to grab Mikey in a bear-hold and got him to listen long enough for Mikey to remember the night they were separated. He and Raph and Splinter cried and hugged and Mikey confronted Big Mama to announce that he would be leaving with his family and that he would not fight for her any more.

Big Mama remained stoic and cold, taking the news rather well, until alone in her office. In a fit of rage she screamed and even threw a few glasses at the wall before she called for Five, who she had named Venus(13).

Big Mama gave Venus the footage for the previous week of Mikey’s fights. Along with the news that it would be the end of her and Three’s deal since Mikey was now gone.

Venus returned to Draxum’s lab and ran immediately into Three(14). Three, upset by the news that he would not be getting the most recent footage Big Mama had, and that their deal was ending, became upset and his yelling drew the attention of Draxum.

Draxum locked him up for a week before he allowed Venus to release her brother. Finally Venus sat Three down and began to tell him that Mikey is now with One and Lou Jitsu.

Quick Cut—Shredder has noticed that Kitsune’s magic on Leo’s(14) mind seems weaker, and demands more exposure to the empyrean. With a demon under his control, and Karai as the perfect successor, the Foot Clan will be unstoppable, and he will finally have the ultimate revenge on Hamato Yoshi.

Mikey returns to the lair with Raph and Splinter where he meets April. He’s shy, but content. Later, when in bed Mikey’s thoughts do wander to worries that his family may one day grow bored of him, just like Big Mama did. Mikey falls into an uneasy sleep.

SEASON ONE

Leo day after day as Second in Command of the Foot Clan finds his mind harder to focus lately. Something about the two turtles he keeps running into on missions plus the odd, manic one that always accompanies Draxum during his deals with Master Shredder. They seem to scratch an itch in Leo’s brain that just won’t go away.

Leo runs into Raph and Mikey and April long enough for them to finally try to talk, but . But Tigerclaw interrupts and takes Leo away when he refuses to fight his brothers.

Later when Leo is kneeling before Saki, Leo finds his Master isn’t pleased that he failed to kill their enemies when he had the perfect opportunity. Saki punishes Leo far more severely than he has in years. Casey, who knows Leo is in danger, fetches Usagi from his job at Run of the Mill, and Mikey meets them in the alley with the idea to go to Big Mama for the fastest route to Saki’s private compound and save Leo just in time.

Leo spends the next few months recovering and reluctantly staying in the lair, smart enough to know that returning to his Master would be a death sentence. Eventually his memories that were tampered with start to slowly return and he feels deeply the need to protect Mikey. Unfortunately his hatred for Splinter doesn’t seem to be dissipating and he spends a lot of time butting heads with Raph. He sees April’s skill and is impressed. He ignores Casey and refuses to see her as anything but a traitor.

Eventually his family grows comfortable enough to let him have more freedom, and Leo begins to join them on patrol.

While out one night, Leo cuts down a whole squad of Foot ninja when Mikey gets badly hurt. Raph is pretty shaken up and Splinter bans Leo from patrolling with the team, until he can learn to use less lethal methods.

One day, Splinter brings Leo into the dojo and shows his son the old shrine that was made for him and Mikey.

Splinter then shows Leo the weapons hung next to the shrine.

(Excerpt from notes app lol)

Splinter looked at the wall as he spoke. “Raphael and Michelangelo have already chosen their own. I always planned to gift these to you boys. Seeing how effortlessly you used to copy me when I practiced myself. I’d be honored for you to carry a piece of the Hamato clan with you.”

Leo mirrored Splinter’s gaze and stared straight ahead, not knowing how to feel about that bit of information. Regardless he found it easy to keep his tone detached.

“Shredder had me master a number of weapons. But I’ve always been best with my katana.”

Splinter chuckles with a fondly, sad smile. “Hm, yes. You were always most eager to swing around anything you could when you boys played. And would pretend to stab Raphael in the gut whenever he offered to play the role of the big scary dragon.”

Stoicism was now perhaps a bit harder. Still Leo would not allow himself to show any weakness over something so trivial as a tale he didn’t even remember.

“It would be foolish to trust your enemy with such a deadly weapon.”

Finally Splinter took his eyes off the wall and faced Leo. The terrapin refused to return the courtesy, but Splinter wasn’t deterred by the cold shoulder.

“You are not an enemy. You are my son.” Leo was slightly shocked at how easily Splinter claimed him. The rat spoke as surely as if he was simply reading facts from one of those dusty old scrolls he had tried to get Leo to read. A (poor) early attempt to reintroduce Leo to the great and honorable Hamato Clan. Perhaps his father had hoped it would be one possible way to cut through all the lies that Saki had spent years filling his son’s head with. Leo had not gotten very far into the literature before tossing it aside in frustration.

The rat continued on, still not once wavering. “The katana has always been a weapon of honor. I trust you to use them well, in the service of protecting this city and your brothers.”

Leo grew pensive—it was like viewing a weapon he’s cast his eyes on a million times in a new light. It had been a few years since Leo had heard something rather similar.

Only one other person in Leo’s entire life had spoken to him of honor in regards to the blade.

The slider tried not to think of the boy he hadn’t even seen in years. Now that he’s not so far under Saki spell, Leo could recognize the lump of coal that sat heavy in his stomach as guilt. Just the small reminder of the rabbit set it immediately ablaze.

Leo’s not sure why only now the idea of honor moved something in him, but since first waking up in the lair, and the months he’s spent with his actual, true family. The slider had found his thoughts more open to wandering and engaging with ideas that he would’ve never entertained while under Master Shredder.

Splinter continued quickly, seeing some kind of headway in the more and more open look that grew on Leo’s face. “These have been in our family for generations. And even though you boys were apart, It seems fate of some kind has paired you to each of these.”

He paused just a moment to chuckle sadly as if a stray thought suddenly occurred, “I do wonder, with you choosing the Katana. That just leaves the Bō. I’m curious how your brother Donatello would have wielded it. A simple weapon but in the right hands it can be most versatile.”

“Donatello?” Leo searched the bits of stray memories that had returned to him these last few months, but in none of them, he recalled seeing a third brother. Splinter’s words had him beyond confused, and a little worried that he had even more lost memories to regain.

Splinter looked embarrassed over the clear confusion his rambling had caused to suddenly shatter the previous air.

“Ah….yes. Forgive me. I did not wish to overwhelm you when you first arrived, but I suppose now you are ready to hear about how you were created. How Draxum—“

“Draxum?!”

Season One Midpoint

Draxum decides to finally hold another meeting with Shredder after a few months. Three now finds out that Two has ran away after failing in a mission. When he returns to his lab, Three activates the tracker he secretly placed on Two and is beyond shocked to see him in the company of One and Four.

Three suffers a serious break when he sees them with April, and thinks he’s been replaced by a human. As the final straw shatters his control, Three attacks them all in an attempt to get answers and find out why they all seemed so happy together while he was left alone. After an intense fight, Raph manages to grab Three and Leo knocks him out, so they can take him back to the lair.

Donnie spends the next few months getting used to living with his family.

Raph and Leo continue to get into frequent arguments. Leo’s anger only seems to be getting worse. Mikey tries to keep the peace and does his best to keep the lair running smoothly. Leo takes his anger out on Mikey and immediately feels bad.

Tide Pod bros themed episode. Leo apologizes to Mikey for yelling at him. They bond while doing something silly.

April and Casey start dating. Hypno and Warren episode (plot tbd but they keep interrupting the girls’ first date)

Donnie starts constructing his lab and finally seems like he’s developing a stronger relationship with Leo. The two come up with the whole ‘twin’ idea and agree to share a birthday.

Mikey and Raph have a fun bonding episode (Maybe either Meat Sweats or Stockboy)

Venus runs into the family while out on a mission for Big Mama. Donnie tries to talk with her but she remains silent and shows no mercy in attacking him. Later Donnie explains who she is to the fam and the brothers promise him they’ll find a way to bring her home.

April, Raph, Donnie run into the Purple Dragons while incognito at a tech store that Donnie really wanted to go to. Donnie is beyond impressed by them, but Raph is wary. April warns the boys the Purple Dragons are trouble. But Donnie doesn’t listen, and fights with April then to spite her, asks to join their group. They let him in after he shows off his tech and eventually Donnie discovers that April was right. She helps Donnie take back his tech that was stolen, but the Dragons get away. Donnie apologizes for the way he’s treated April since joining the family and the two gain a better understanding.

Leo and Raph argue one night and it’s so bad that Leo takes off. While out he gets recaptured by the Foot and Saki holds him for weeks at his secret compound. Leo sees visions of his long dead ancestor Karai who tries to help him through the constant torture, but thanks to Saki merging Kitsune’s magic with the empyrean, Leo’s mind is falling further than ever under the Shredder’s control.

Season One Finale

When the family finds Leo, he is trapped in a new type of mystic armor and doesn’t even seem to recognize them, viciously attacking them. He takes out everyone but Raph, and when he goes after his oldest brother, he almost manages to take him out as well, but Karai comes to Raph in a vision and helps walk Raph through the ancient ritual she created to banish the empyrean from Leo’s mind. Now free the two then take on Shredder, before grabbing their family and retreating. Family also learns about Karai being Splinter’s daughter.

Season Two

Twins’ Birthday episode for season premiere! Home once again, Leo finds he’s much calmer, only growing angry for shorter and less frequent bouts. And now that the family knows what’s causing it, they can work on controlling it. Donatello informs Leo that he and Draxum were the ones responsible for providing the Shredder with the empyrean, but Leo doesn’t care and tells Donnie not to worry about it. They enjoy their first real birthday with the whole family.

Another run in with Venus while Donnie is out with Mikey. This time Donnie tries his best to explain that he never wanted to leave her behind, and wants her to come back to the lair with him. Venus looks unsure, but refuses and retreats. Mikey&Venus twin reveal.

Leo and Raph gain a new understanding and grow closer. They settle into co-leading the team.

Leo, April, and Donnie have a fun episode together. Raph and Casey vigilante B plot. Splinter and Mikey want to watch their shows but the Wi-Fi is not working, with Donnie gone, they accidentally destroy the lair attempting to fix it.

April and Casey try again for a second date that once again keeps getting interrupted by goofy stuff. This time by the boys.

Rat Flu episode

The gang run into a salamander mutant named Mona and have to stop her from stealing a big jewel from a museum. Raph is pretty smitten when she manages to surprise him by taking him down easily and escaping.

Purple Dragons episode (plot tbd) but something akin to the Fourfold Trap from tmnt!2012

Donnie manages to convince the family to try and repeat the very same ritual Raph did on Leo, on Draxum. They reluctantly agree, as long as Donnie goes through it as well. He agrees and they come up with a plan to capture Draxum.

Season Two Midpoint

Venus agrees to join them temporarily, and helps them take down Draxum long enough to get him back to the lair. In the middle of the ritual, Mikey’s mystic powers activate and somehow manage to link Donnie and Draxum’s minds, pulling the boys in and letting them see all the horrible things Three went through. They run into the darker hallucination versions of themselves that Donnie always sees and have to make a run for it when they’re attacked. Then they meet an adorable, little Three who guides them deeper into the mental link where they finally see Draxum, who looks worse for wear and cries upon seeing the small, child version of Three.

The ritual works and Draxum is purged of most of the empyrean, when the boys are pulled out however, they realize it didn’t work on Donnie for some reason. Donnie doesn’t seem bothered and is just excited about what the ritual working on Draxum means, but Draxum is too ashamed to face anyone and makes a run for it while the boys are distracted.

The boys and April have a fun day enjoying the snow, but get into it when they can’t agree on whether Lou Jitsu or Jupiter Jim is better. Raph and Mikey are on team Lou and Leo and April on team JJ, Donnie who can’t decide, keeps switching back and forth.

The gang spends a day in the Hidden City and ends it by attending a show where the lead singer is a shockingly loud, spunky female turtle. The boys are confused to see another mutant turtle, but Donnie promises Draxum only had files on the Five of them, and is convinced she must be a yokai. The band gets attacked by some of Big Mama’s goons and the gang rush in to help. After everything is settled the female turtle introduces herself to the gang as Jennika and vows to repay the boys for saving her.

Karai episode (plot tbd)

Leo, Raph and Splinter all have trouble accepting the new Draxum so Mikey as Dr Feelings has the bright idea to spend a fun day touring New York. April comes up with a scavenger hunt but it quickly goes off the rails thanks to Big Mama (not exactly Battle Nexus: New York, more like a mix between the Hidden City episodes and then the start of the BN:NY ep)

(Now closer to the actual BN:NY ep) The whole family gets taken prisoner by Big Mama, who reveals her grand plan to have Raph and Mikey battle it out to see who will be her new champion. They win by outsmarting her and the last shot is her looking very disheveled and angry. As a last resort she calls a contact from deep in the underbelly of the Hidden City. A man covered with bandages, who looks practically like a corpse, emerges from the shadows and asks how he can help.

Leo asks Usagi to join him on a vision quest and the two leave for Japan via portal, where Usagi knows of a place that is said to provide those worthy with great inner peace. Usagi-centered episode. We get to see his village which Leo and Usagi are shocked to find out has been rebuilt in the years he’s been gone.

Season Two Finale

Donnie’s side effects from the empyrean are growing worse and he begins to research in secret the origins of the mystic substance. In his desperation for answers Donnie ignores an alert for a 317-39.4 that comes up right as he’s made a huge discovery. Not wanting to stop just as he’s found something big Donnie takes off without telling his brothers. His findings bring him to the Crying Titan where he discovers the source of the empyrean, the skeleton, inside. But before he can attempt to investigate further he’s stopped by the appearance of a young boy calling himself Casey Jones Junior, and his hooded companion. The companion warns Donnie that unless he wants to lose an eye, he shouldn’t get any closer to the creature. Donnie is skeptical, but heeds the warning, especially when the boy tells him they’ve come back from the future to help and uses a special code Donnie developed during a late night bout of insomnia driven boredom.

Donnie takes the new strangers back to the lair where Raph and Mikey are both upset over Donnie’s disappearance. Raph says they could’ve used his help fighting Warren Stone and Hypno, who managed to make off with robbing some old artifact. Donnie admits to ignoring that alert in favor of his research and Raph grows even more upset.

The hoodie figure declares to the boy that they’ve arrived too late and the two future strangers tell the family that they’ve come to stop the Kraang and that they need to call Leo back home. They will need everyone if they’re going to stop the end of the world.

MOVIE TIME

Haha jk no major spoilers quite yet.

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soaringthroughthegalaxy · 6 months

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Hello :) if your requests are still open:

This is my first time requesting something so please ignore this if I‘m doing something wrong.

I saw the 150 Random Writing Prompts and was thinking of a jealous Hunter smut. (Or Echo, if you find it more fitting)

With

143.: “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

And if it’s ok ( I could not decide, sorry)

97.: if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

93.: say you want me, and i’m yours.”

Thanks 🙏🏻 You are an awesome writer!✨

Thank you so much for the request, anon! You did nothing wrong at all! I was able to work in all three, but I’m incapable of writing anything short, so this is kinda long - oops. Hope you like it! <3

Bonus point if you spot the Taylor Swift lyric I managed to weave in!

Green Doesn’t Suit You

With the whole squad safely back on Pabu, you settle into a comfortable civilian life. But the yearly Celestialis festival, said to bring good fortune for the next year to those who attend, brings with it something you never thought you’d have.

Pairing: Hunter x f!reader

Word count: 6.5k

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: jealousy, friends to lovers, pet names, old lady shoving her oar in, Omega is a fantastic wing-woman, confessions of love, first kiss together, squint for possessiveness, being (lovingly) manhandled, first time together, oral (f!receiving), unprotected PiV, dirty talk, soft aftercare, all the fluffy feels.

The air was stifling, not only from the heat outside but the warmth emanating from both ovens in the kitchen of your new home on Pabu.

The house had been a gift – the fanciest gift you’d ever received – from Shep and the other island residents. A thank you for all the hard work you, the boys, and Omega had put into rebuilding their island after the freak tsunami.

All seven of you, living together in a space infinitely bigger than the Marauder or your old barracks. It was heaven.

“We still need to get those tanks moved.” Omega grumbled, grabbing a clean tray and loading it with the latest batch of cooled cookies you’d made. In the sitting room, just visible through the kitchen doorway, were two bacta tanks. Where Phee had managed to procure them from was still a mystery, but they’d saved Crosshair and Tech’s lives after you, Hunter, Echo, and Wrecker had stormed Mount Tantiss to rescue Omega and the twins. The brothers had been worse for wear – it was still a miracle Tech had survived his fall.

“I’ll speak to Phee in the morning.” You added it to your mental list, skirting around an open cabinet door.

Today was the Celestialis festival, where Pabu’s residents came together to wish for good fortune for the year ahead. Once Shep and the island’s organising committee had caught wind of how good your baking skills were, they’d pulled you into the fray. For weeks, you’d been planning and purchasing ingredients and trying different recipes. And for the last few days, you’d been baking all hours of day and night – with varying levels of assistance from Omega and her brothers.

Four years ago, when the war had broken out, you’d signed up as a civilian handler. Fresh out of college and with nothing lined up, it had seemed like a good idea. While other handlers stayed on Kamino and supported their squads from a distance, the moment you’d read the files for Clone Force 99, you’d known that you’d need to be at their side constantly. They had a habit of veering off track, and handling that from afar would only give you a permanent migraine. So, after signing a hefty waiver with the Kaminoans, you’d been handed some armour, a blaster, and directions to the hangar.

Three years, you’d fought alongside them, learning the best ways to manage them and their unique skill set, building bonds and friendships far deeper and more meaningful than anything you’d ever had before. This last year, since Order 66, had brought its own challenges, too, but it has also brought you Omega.

Grabbing another tray from a cupboard, you pass it over to the young girl, watching as she loads it up with more cookies. Sweat beads on the nape of your neck, and you sigh, lifting your hair to try and get some air to it.

Omega, forever perceptive, abandons the cookies to help tie your hair back. From a small pot on the counter, she goes to grab a hairband, but at the last minute, you redirect her to the strip of fabric that sits nearby, the two of you sharing a look.

It’s another hour before you’re ready to leave for the festival. The boys had headed out mid-afternoon to help set up, taking their dressier clothes with them to spare themselves the walk back to the house and to not get in your way as you finished up. As infuriating and stubborn as they could all be at times, their thoughtfulness was unparalleled.

Dragging wagons laden with treats up to the central plaza, you and Omega work quickly to lay out all the goodies on the tables Shep had set aside for you. You hoped there would be enough for everyone, especially as other food was on offer, too. Stepping back from the tables, you take a deep breath.

“Finally left the kitchen, eh?” Echo teases as he approaches, the rest of the boys in tow. He’d tried to help as best as he could over the last few days, but baking with one hand had been less than ideal. Ultimately, he’d sat at the kitchen table and kept you going with conversation and caff breaks. And he’d chased Hunter off a few times when that keen nose of his had brought him sniffing around for treats to ‘sample.’

You watch as Omega passes a star-shaped cookie over to Wrecker, and the delight on the big man’s face as he devours it fills you with pride. “If I step foot in that kitchen again at any point in the next two weeks, please shoot me.” You joke, the corners of your lips curling into a smile.

“Deal.” Crosshair teases, toothpick sliding to the other side of his mouth as he reaches for a Roonan lemon cookie. His appetite hadn’t returned much since his rescue from Mount Tantiss and time in the bacta tank, but he was trying to eat a little more each day so you wouldn’t worry about him.

“Hey!” You protest playfully, the boys chuckling as Crosshair takes a small bite, throwing you a wink. Light conversation flows between you all, broken up by the occasional island resident swinging by for some treats. The music starts, and more residents arrive, joining the festival’s spirit, dancing together and laughing.

Hunter can’t keep his eyes off you. For the last four years, he’s seen you in blacks and armour, with the recent addition of sweatpants around the house, and yet now you’re in a dress. A light and airy thing with delicate straps that cross over your shoulders, the fabric cinched in at your waist to accentuate the soft curves of your body. He’s sure it’s the same shade of aqua that paints his pauldrons, too. The thought has a strange sensation sweeping through his gut.

The sound of someone calling your name snatches his attention and drags his thoughts back to the present. As you turn towards the person calling for you, he can’t help but steal the opportunity to admire you. Eyes raking up your bare legs, across your hips and ass that he’s imagined grasping many times, over the smooth plane of your back to the curve of your neck and then…

The entire galaxy might as well cease to exist as his mind goes blank.

Wide brown eyes lock onto the scrap of red fabric keeping your hair up, and that strange sensation in his gut slams into him again. There, holding your hair up, is one of his spare bandanas.

His heart races, thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind. A torrent of emotions surges within him. He wants to reach out to you, to pull you close and finally tell you how much you mean to him, but he holds himself back. He can't bear the thought of you not returning the sentiment. Maybe it had just been an accident. Maybe his bandana had been the closest thing available.

In the silence of his thoughts, he missed you excusing yourself to talk with one of the island’s elderly residents, who’d been calling you over.

“Smooth.” Crosshair deadpans, gaze flicking to Hunter as they watch you go, the rest of their siblings distracted by the food and music.

The slink of his brother’s voice pulls Hunter from his thoughts, and he frowns in Crosshair’s direction. “What?” He asks. They’d worked hard to reconcile ever since Crosshair had been deemed stable enough to leave the bacta tank – they’d broached difficult topics and mended a few bridges as they worked towards getting back to what they’d had before the Order had been given. It was slow and, at times, painful, but neither of them was willing to give up on each other again.

“You were staring at her like she’s pure aurodium. Not that I blame you…” Hawkish eyes slide towards Hunter, a smirk tugging at Crosshair’s lips as he watches his brother’s jaw clench and his head tilt, a hardness settling across his features.

Crosshair lets out a low chuckle, enjoying the slight rise he’d secured. “Green doesn’t suit you, vod.” He tosses the comment before snatching up a few more of your baked treats, striding away in search of a quiet place to perch. Crowds still bothered him, but he didn’t want to avoid the gathering altogether and feel like even more of an outcast.

Across the plaza, you’d reached Mrs. Magiere. The elderly lady had lived on the island for years and had slowly convinced her family to move across the galaxy and join her. She wandered the island around lunchtime, and you’d often crossed paths, sharing polite conversation.

Beside her stood an unfamiliar man. “There you are, dear. I want to introduce you to my grandson, Dax.” Mrs. Magiere reached for your hand, drawing you closer.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Dax.” You offered the man a smile. He was a little taller than you, with a slender build, perfectly coifed brown hair and piercing green eyes.

Dax tries to keep his gaze on your face, but his eyes betray him for a moment as he takes all of you in. You’re quite lovely, he must admit. “And you. My grandmother speaks very fondly of you.” He replies.

Mrs. Magiere looks between you both with glee. “Why don’t you two go and dance? My old bones can’t keep up anymore.” One of her hands finds your lower back, and she gives you a gentle nudge towards Dax.

Warmth sweeps across your cheeks caught off guard and a little uncomfortable, but Dax offers you a reassuring smile and his hand. Not wanting to cause a scene or upset anyone, you take it, letting him lead you towards the plaza’s centre where couples and families are dancing. He stops en route, snagging a delicate pink flower from one of the blossoming vines nearby. With careful hands, he slides it into your hair, leaning back to admire you.

“And here I thought you couldn’t be any more beautiful.” The compliment comes naturally to Dax as he retakes your hand, leading you to a small available spot amongst the dancing island residents.

The warmth in your cheeks grows, and all you can offer Dax is a small smile as he twirls you into his arms once you are amongst the crowd. Laughing softly, you let him lead, the few dance classes you’d taken at college helping you keep up with him.

“You did a wonderful job with the baked goods.” Dax lays another compliment on you, enjoying your bashful smile.

It felt good to be appreciated for all your hard work preparing for this evening, especially by those outside of your little family. “Thank you. What did you like the most?”

Turmoil rolls through Dax. Truth told, he hadn’t sampled any of the treats you’d so lovingly prepared, but he knew it was essential to compliment you. “The oat ones were delicious.” He takes a stab in the dark.

Your smile falters briefly before you fix it back into place. “I’m glad.” You lie in return, not pointing out that you hadn’t made oat cookies.

Standing off at the side of the plaza, it took no time for Hunter to find you amongst the crowd. Over the years, he’d memorised the sound of your heartbeat and the delicate whisper of your voice as the light breeze carried it to him. His eyes found you, and his brows furrowed as he watched you gracefully twirl in the arms of another man, a torrent of emotions churning within him. Jealousy, like a venomous snake, coiled around his heart, injecting poison into his every thought.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The woman he loved, whose smile could light up his darkest days, was now smiling at someone else. Insecurity gnawed at him, an unpleasant feeling he thought he’d long buried during his cadet days.

He longed to be the one guiding you across the dance floor, holding you as though you were the most precious thing in the galaxy. The realisation that someone else was experiencing that privilege grated on him.

“I don’t like him.” Omega’s voice snapped Hunter from his spiralling thoughts, and he glanced down to see her standing at his side, her own eyes watching you and the unfamiliar man dance.

“Hm, neither do I.” Hunter comments, arms crossed over his chest as he watches you twirl again.

It was no secret to Omega how much you and Hunter loved one another, and she was getting tired of neither of you doing anything about it. “Then, why don’t you go dance with her?” She asked, injecting as much innocence into her voice as she could muster, wide eyes turning up to look at her brother.

Hunter sighed. Omega had a point – he could quickly end this torture.

“Mind if I cut in?” The smoky rasp of Hunter’s voice interrupted your dance, and you turned towards him, offering him a bright smile.

The smile Dax had been wearing dissipated, a faint clench to his jaw as he shook his head while the music changed to something softer. “Not at all.” He lied, taking his hands from you. His grandmother had told him about the man who’d interrupted, with half of his face shrouded in darkness, and had warned him that you were close. Not willing to go easily, Dax lifted one of your hands to his lips, holding your gaze as he pressed a kiss to the back of it before stepping away a small distance. He’d wait nearby for another turn.

Your bright smile turned a little uneasy as Dax pressed a kiss to your hand, but relief had your shoulders sagging as Hunter stepped forward, sliding one arm around your waist to pull you close, your hand resting on his shoulder. He took your other hand with his free one, fingers interlacing. “Thank you for the save.” You murmured gratefully, knowing that with his hearing, you didn’t need to raise your voice to be heard above the music.

“Always.” Hunter’s answer leaves no room for doubt as he gently leads, moving you both in a slow sway. He can’t help but revel in your closeness. Every touch, every brush of your hand against his, feels electrifying, making his heart race with desire. Your warm body is pressed to his, his senses overwhelmed with you.

Warmth and security flood your body with the press of Hunter’s hand on your lower back, igniting a desire to be even closer. The rest of the galaxy can’t reach you here, tucked safely in his arms, and for a moment, you allow yourself to forget about everything that’s happened over the last four years – all the pain and bloodshed, all the horrors and tears. Through it all, Hunter has been a steady presence.

As you sift through the good memories, certain moments stand out. There was that day at the lake on Kintan, where the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The two of you had sat side by side, another successful mission under your belt, your laughter dancing in the air. You remember stealing glances at him, the way the sunlight had caught in his eyes, adding more warmth than you thought possible to those endless pools of brown.

Then there were the late-night conversations while you were deep in hyperspace, where you’d lose track of time, sharing dreams, fears, and secrets. Hunter’s voice, soft yet determined, painted a vivid picture of what he wanted from life after the war.

You could only hope those wants had changed.

Hunter drew his senses in, letting the crowd in the plaza fade into the background as he focused on you, the steadiness of your heartbeat, the feel of your hand in his and your bodies pressed together, and the subtle change to your scent. “You smell different.” He comments, curious eyes finding yours.

“If anyone else said that to me, I’d stomp on their foot.” You laugh, a little caught off guard by the statement. “I…” You trail off, the warmth that had faded from your cheeks now returning. “I stopped wearing perfume while knee-deep in the war, but now we’re out the other side of it. I thought I might try it again.” You admit, head dipping bashfully, before worry laces through you. “Is it too much? I aimed for something I hoped wouldn’t bother you and your senses.”

Lips parting at your answer, Hunter blinks with disbelief. Here you were in a sweet little dress, one of his bandanas keeping your hair up, and now you’d dropped on him that you were wearing a perfume picked out with his heightened senses in mind. He groans, desire churning through his veins. “Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really just that oblivious?”

Freezing, you think for a moment that you’ve misheard him. “What?” You question softly.

Hunter realises his mistake, but it’s too damn late to take the words back.

In the following pause, neither of you moving, simply staring at one another, Dax spots his opportunity and steps forward. “Can I cut back in?”

Hunter has to actively stop himself from grunting in frustration at the interruption. “We’re not done.” He tells him politely, making sure to keep his eyes on you. He knows he has to say something to you. “Cyar’ika, I…”

Dax huffs, finding it unfair that this man had swooped in and stolen you mid-dance and refused to let him back in. “Look, bud-“

Something snaps in Hunter, and his head whips to the side, eyes narrowing at the man you’d been dancing with. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help the Maker…” He growls out the threat, no longer caring that he’s being rude. This was too important. You were too important.

Your jaw drops, and you watch in disbelief as Hunter threatens Dax. Your heart races, and for a moment, the tension in the air is palpable. Dax, a bit taken aback by Hunter’s sudden intensity, raises his hands in a placating gesture.

“Whoa, whoa, man.” Dax stammers, realising he’s pushed Hunter’s patience to the limit. He steps back, allowing some space between him and the seething clone.

Hunter takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, regaining his composure. He turns back to you, his eyes softening as he tries to find the right words. "Cyar'ika, I'm sorry. It’s just... I need to talk to you.”

Your heart still races, but now it’s not just from the tension between the two men. You look into Hunter’s eyes searchingly. “What is it?” you ask, your voice filled with concern.

Keeping hold of your hand, Hunter leads you away from the crowd, finding a quiet corner of the plaza where you can talk in peace. The silence lingers for a few minutes as he struggles to find the right words, scrubbing his free hand over his face, having never anticipated this moment would come.

Unable to bear seeing him so stressed, you step closer, resting a hand against his chest. His heart thuds heavy under your palm. “H…” You breathe the little nickname you’d given him shortly after joining them all those years ago, which breaks him out of his funk.

“You’re a kaleidoscope of everything beautiful in this galaxy.” He blurts out, catching you off guard. “Your kindness, the way you listen, how you look after everyone around you — you’ve had me captivated since the day you waltzed onto the Marauder like you owned the damn thing and introduced yourself. And now, it’s terrifying to think of my life without you in it.” Once the words start, he can’t stop them.

“And I know we’ve been friends for years, and I value that more than anything in the galaxy. But seeing him dance with you and thinking of him doing it again…” Hunter huffs, trying desperately not to get worked up. “I mean, cyar’ika, the colour…” He gestures to your dress with his free hand. “And you’re using my bandana to keep your hair up, and you picked out a perfume with me in mind...” He trails off, knowing he’s shared so much that he can’t return from it, but Maker does it feel good to get the weight off his shoulders.

A small smile weaves onto your lips, even though you know you shouldn’t be happy, given the man you love is clearly stressed. “What if I told you none of it was accidental?” You murmur, your hand on his chest smoothing across the firm plane of muscle. “That you didn’t misplace your right pauldron the other week – I borrowed it to colour match. And I purposefully asked Omega to use your bandana earlier when she was tying up my hair.” You confess, eyes darting up to watch as surprise paints itself on his handsome features.

“You know, I’ve spent countless nights replaying moments in my head, wondering if you ever picked up on how my heart races when you’re near or how I can’t keep my eyes off you when we’re together. I didn’t want to make things awkward or ask for something neither of us could give in the middle of a war. But we’ve made it out the other side, so…” It’s your turn to trail off.

Your words hung in the air, and Hunter’s heart began to race, his body swirling with so many emotions it was difficult to grasp onto any of them. A rush of warmth surged through him, from the tips of his fingers to the depths of his soul. Gazing into your eyes, all he finds is pure, unwavering honesty. Your sincerity was a balm to his fears.

Hunter’s silence unnerves you, but you’re not backing out now. Not when the promise of something so much sweeter is tantalisingly close. “Say you want me, and I’m yours.” You whisper.

Hunter’s gaze never wavers from yours, and a flicker of relief crosses his eyes as he realises that this isn’t a cruel joke or an illusion. It’s real. The tension between you seems to crackle with anticipation as he takes a deep breath, finally finding the words he’s been searching for. “I’ve wanted you since the day you walked onto the Marauder.” He admits softly, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. “I’ve tried to be strong, to protect you and the rest of the squad, to not let my feelings get the better of me. But I can’t deny it any longer. I want you with every beat of my heart, every breath I take.”

His confession sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the intensity of his desire in the way he holds you and the way he looks at you. There’s no turning back now.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Hunter leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The world around you fades into obscurity, and it’s just the two of you finally giving in to the magnetic pull that has existed between you for so long. The kiss is a promise, a declaration of all the unspoken feelings and desires built up over the years.

As your lips parted, Hunter rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged with emotion. “I want you, and I’m yours.” He whispers, his voice filled with love and longing.

A radiant smile spreads across your face, and you reply, “I’m yours too, Hunter. Always.”

His smile matches your own as he pulls back a little, though his fingers remain on your face, now stroking across your jawline. “Want to get out of here?”

Teeth sinking into your lower lip, you nod. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Hunter’s eyes twinkle with excitement and relief as he takes your hand and leads you away from the plaza, slipping down side streets towards your home. As you walk hand in hand, you can feel the electric connection between you two, a spark that has finally ignited into a full-blown flame.

Halfway there, Hunter pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your waist as he tucks you against the side of a building, his lips finding yours. His kisses are hungry, filled with longing and desire, as if he’s been waiting forever for this moment. And in truth, he feels like he has.

As the kiss breaks, your laughter echoes in the stillness of the night, smile as bright as the stars above as he disentangles from you, drawing you out of the shadows and back towards the house. As you reach the front door, he stops, his free hand moving to your hair, plucking the flower from Dax free. Carelessly, he drops it to the floor.

“Hunter!” You exclaim, watching the delicate bloom hit the pebbled path beneath your feet.

Something dark shines in his eyes, sending a thrill through you. “The only things in your hair should be my bandana,” his hand reaches for your ponytail, giving it a gentle tug as he leans in, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Or my hands.”

Breath catching, Hunter’s lips meet yours for a passionate kiss. The front door is pushed open, and you’re guided inside, steady hands grasping at your hips as he kicks the door shut behind you both.

Heart thudding as both of Hunter’s hands cup your face; you sink into his touch as his tongue slides between your lips, tasting you. He leads you up the stairs, refusing to break the kiss for even a moment as you reach his room. One hand leaves your face to push the bedroom door shut, and a moment later, you’re pressed up against it, Hunter’s body pining you in place, an arm resting on the door above your head, caging you in. That earlier sense of safety creeps back through you.

Tearing his lips from yours, Hunter’s chest heaves with each breath, a fire licking its way through his veins as you both open your eyes, gazing at one another for a split second. His head dips, mouth leaving a trail of delicate kisses along your throat, groaning as you tilt to give him better access, the prettiest moan sliding from your lips as he laves a kiss to the juncture where your shoulder and neck meet, following it with a quick, gentle nip.

Knees shaking, your fingers find the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until you can push the fabric off his body. The rough pads of his fingers drag across your bare thighs, breath stuttering as the hem of your dress meets his grasp. He breaks contact just long enough to lean back and lift the garment over your head, letting it fall to the floor.

“Fuck…” Hunter curses quietly, eyes roving over your exposed body, the curves and dips of your frame, the swell of your bare breasts. A needy groan escapes him as he realises your panties match the dress, too.

Before self-consciousness can creep in, he’s dragging you to the bed with a hungry kiss, pushing you back onto it, kiss breaking as your back meets the soft mattress. For a moment, you both pause, drinking the other in. There’s a wildness in Hunter’s eyes you’ve never seen before, a warmth in your cheeks at how his eyes devour you. You’ve seen him shirtless countless times – while sparring or coming out of the fresher, changing, or patching up wounds, but now you can look.

His broad shoulders taper to his narrow waist, and his tanned, toned skin begs to be touched. Half of him is shrouded in black ink, and a burning desire to drag your nails over the ridges of his abs has you licking your lips.

Hunter’s not faring much better, either. The sight of you sprawled on his bed in nothing but a scrap of aqua fabric, lips kiss-swollen, his bandana still in your hair, and your gorgeous tits exposed has him itching to fuck you on every surface, to fill the room with the scent of your arousal and make you scream his name over and over again. “Don’t mind me, just enjoying the view.” Hunter breaks the momentary silence, reaching down to palm himself through his pants.

The action draws your gaze downwards, and you watch delightfully as the man you love gives himself a stroke through the fabric.

Hunter’s nostrils flare, picking up on how the simple action drew more of your heady scent from between your thighs. At the foot of the bed, he slowly sinks down onto his knees, eyes never once leaving you. If you smell that delicious, he can only imagine how you’ll taste.

Propped up on your forearms, you watch as Hunter sinks down between your thighs, those warm brown eyes focused solely on you. Fingers skim up your calves, feather-light, gently pressing your legs wider as they reach your knees. His head turns inwards, gazes breaking as he presses soft kisses to your thighs, tongue leaving small, slow licks in their wake. He takes his time savouring you, savouring the moment.

Lips brush across the juncture between your thigh and hip, sucking small marks against your skin before Hunter buries his face against your clothed pussy, eyes shut as he presses his nose against your clit, inhaling deeply. Your scent pulls a low growl from him, the vibrations making you gasp. “So wet already. I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” Hunter vows, tongue pressing forward to lick across the damp fabric of your panties, making your breath stutter at the contact as your head thunks back down onto the mattress, eyes screwing shut.

Fingers prying the material down your legs, Hunter dives back between your thighs, dragging the flat of his tongue through your soaked folds, delighting in the way your hips buck and you cry out. He was right; you taste even more delicious than you smell, and he groans at your tang on his tongue.

Drawing your legs over his shoulders, he settles in, licking long, broad strokes across your pussy, familiarising himself with you. His senses home in on you, mind cataloguing every slight noise you make, every jerk of your hips, the way your breath quickens when his tongue skirts oh so close to your entrance and then circles around your clit.

Needy little whines escape you, every nerve in your body alight as Hunter teases you, lips and tongue exploring you, his nose bumping against your clit to send sparks of desire surging through you. Warmth pools in your belly, and it only grows as the wet warmth of his tongue presses against your entrance, dipping in. “Hunter…” You moan out his name, fingers burrowing into his hair as you cant your hips, grinding against his face.

Pride blooms in Hunter’s chest at your response, and he keeps going a little longer before he flicks his tongue up and across your clit, the sounds of your cries of delight like music to his ears. Hands grasping at your thighs, he presses your legs up, almost folding you in half as his tongue sweeps side to side, teasing his way back down your pussy as he has greater access.

The change in angle makes you moan, free hand clawing at the sheets while your hips rock, chasing the delight of his mouth. A light suck on your clit makes you gasp, the warmth in your belly building with every swipe of his talented tongue. Dragging his tongue around the edge of your folds, he draws an arch, skirting around the top of your clit again. “Hunter, please.” You crack, desperate for him.

You feel him smile against you, releasing one of your thighs, fingers roaming up your body until his tattooed hand gently squeezes one of your breasts. His mouth is relentless, tongue finding your clit, firmly moving side to side over the sensitive bud as those talented fingers of his tweak your pebbled nipple.

The warmth crescendos, spilling over, and you cry out his name as your release slams into you, making your body shudder, gasping for breath at its intensity.

Hunter works you through the high, and as you whine at the overstimulation, his mouth leaves you, fingers letting go of your nipple to smooth over the soft skin of your breast. “Beautiful.” He whispers reverently, tongue darting out to lick his lips and drink up the taste of you as he watches you come down from the high, your heavy-lidded eyes opening to meet his gaze.

With your hand in his hair, you guide him up your body, small hums of delight leaving you as he peppers kisses across your stomach and chest, laving little licks across your breasts as he drags you further up the bed. He breaks away for a second, using one hand to remove his belt and shuck off his pants.

You watch as he strips completely, acres of tanned skin finally revealed. As he ditches his boxers, his hard cock springs free, and your tongue darts out to wet your lips, thighs parting a little wider. You relish the low groan the action pulls from him before he takes himself in hand, fist sliding along his shaft for a few pumps. He’s average in length but thicker than you expected - anticipation coils through you.

He prowls up the bed, settling above you, letting a little of his weight rest against you. Dark eyes meet yours, and you can’t hold back your smile, fingers reaching up to trace along his face. Drawing his head down, you steal a kiss, letting the moment build as your eyes flutter shut, tongues brushing together. Hunter shifts above you, resting his weight on one hand while the other dips between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his cock as he teases the velvety head through your soaked folds. Achingly slowly, he presses forward, your lips parting as you let out a soft moan at the stretch as he eases into you inch by inch.

“That’s it, cyar’ika. Maker, you’re so pretty, taking all of me like a good girl.” He whispers against your lips, enjoying how your breathing changes and your heart races at his words. You feel like heaven as he bottoms out, hips flush against you, chests pressed together as his hand moves back to the side of your head, redistributing his weight.

The stretch as Hunter fills you is exquisite, and your eyes open to gaze up at him in awe that this is happening – that this incredible man is yours. The first slow roll of his hips has your head tilting backwards, a breathy sigh filling the room.

The pace builds, your hands reaching for him, dragging up his back and down his flanks, nails scraping along flushed skin, making him grunt at the combination of pleasure and pain. Desire coils through you, building with every thrust of his hips, every drag of his cock as he pulls out to the tip and pushes back in. He leans down to kiss you, demanding tongue sliding between your lips to taste you.

“You’re so good for me, so fucking good around me. Made for me.” Hunter growls and the sound of your bodies meeting creates a background of white noise. “Won’t last long, baby. You feel too good. Fucking dreamed of this.” He adds, supporting his weight with one hand again, thrusts never faltering as he reaches down to grasp one of your legs, hauling it up. He presses a kiss to your ankle before he pushes your leg towards your chest, the change in angle enabling him to thrust into you even deeper.

Eyes falling shut once again as he drives you closer to the edge, you whine and whimper as his cock repeatedly rubs against your g-spot. The hand he’d used to pry your leg up moves to your breast, fingers tweaking your pebbled nipple again before he gently squeezes. Your name falls from his lips, raspy alongside his command. “Come for me.”

Between his hands, cock, and voice, you’re powerless to resist. Fingers scrambling at his body for purchase, your back arches as you cry out his name, desire bubbling over into a rush of euphoria that sweeps through your body and momentarily renders you speechless. Tremors wrack through you, toes curling as you desperately pant for breath, hazy eyes opening to look up at him.

Feeling you come apart, watching you fall into pleasure beneath him, was more than Hunter could’ve ever asked for. You were beautiful every day, but lost in the throes of an orgasm he’d given you? You were divine. He could feel the pressure building, feel himself teetering on that edge.

“Where?” The roughness of Hunter’s voice caresses you, warm puffs of his breath tickling your ear from where he’s bent down to bring you both even closer, caging you under him as his thrusts grow sloppy, muscles taut under your hands.

“In me, please.” You whisper back, and the deep moan he lets out will forever be seared into your mind.

Hunter gives a few final thrusts before he presses in as deep as he can, a guttural sound leaving him as his eyes screwed shut, thighs shaking as he hits his own peak, the pressure evaporating into molten bliss as he gives you everything. Slowly, the pleasure pulls back, like the tide, and he swallows thickly as his eyes open, breath catching at the sight of you.

You’re gazing up at him like he hung all the stars in the galaxy, indescribable love woven through your features. Carefully, he lowers your raised leg, fingers rubbing to return some of the feeling as his lips meet yours with a tenderness that could only come from years of shared moments, mouths moving in perfect harmony, a slow, sensuous exploration of one another.

Hand sliding to your waist, Hunter holds you still as he gently eases himself out of you, shifting to lay on his side, drawing you against his chest.

You nestle into his embrace. Your fingers trace the contours of his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. The years of laughter and tears, the countless shared experiences, and the trust built over time have all culminated in this moment.

Hunter presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, and you can feel the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. He draws lazy circles on your back, a comforting motion that brings you a sense of security and belonging.

With your bodies pressed together, you both revel in the aftermath of your lovemaking. The room is filled with a peaceful stillness, and you listen to the soft melody of your combined breaths, knowing that this love is the anchor that holds you both steady in a still-turbulent galaxy.

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Adventure: Countess Ledrick's (Re)Doubt

You were warned about bandits in your travels through the Kingsfault mountains, but you didn't expect them to be such gracious hosts. It's about after your third stein of ale at their leader's high table that you start to think they might want something from you more than coin.

Even monsters can change, or so thinks Ledrick as she wipes the blood of her latest kill from her blade. A little over a decade ago she was at the vanguard of a mercenary force pillaging through the land clearing the way for an invading army. After the fighting was done while most of her companions were either going home or turning bandit she decided to take over the keep of a minor noble she'd help to butcher.

It was mostly a joke, a commonborn killer like her declaring herself a countess and presiding over a court of outlaws as they drank a dead man's wine. Presiding turned into setting down rules for her gang, which turned into negotiating for food with nearby villages in exchange for protection from monsters and whoever didn't want to follow her rules. Fast forward eight years and Ledrick's being cheered by the people she once came to conquer as she stands between them and and ettin looking to break down their village gates.

Time has a way of changing everything... grudges are buried, children are born, and necromantic cults of dragon worshippers emerge from their tomb sleep... all part of the great cycle.

Adventure Hooks:

Tracking a bounty into the mountains leads the party to the countess's court, where their quarry has thrown himself on Ledrick's mercy as someone who fought alongside her in the early days of securing her lands. Lendrick will let the party plea their case, but conflicted between a soldier's honour and wanting to be a lawful lord will instead send them out searching for the local priestess of Tyr, god of hardwon peace, who has offered the countess wise council in the past and has been missing of late on pilgrimage to a shrine in the wilderness.

The party may also fall into Lendrick's company after their quest or patron sends them to defend against a threat lurking in the mountainous wilderness, where they'll use her fort as a forward operating base. Learning to live alongside the Countess and her retinue of semi-retired killers may take some getting used to, but if the party can win their trust they'll have no truer allies when the threat comes calling.

There have always been drakes roosting in the Kingsfault mountains, but in recent months the countess's domain has seen more attacks than it has in the past twenty years. Something is driving these beasts to attack, and the former merc has put out a call for aid to , knowing herself ill equipped to investigate the causes and that her people would be better served with her managing the monsters.

Background: It was a little over a year ago when one of Ledrick's old warbuddies came calling, a battlemage named Hess who in recent who's post-retirement delving into the more esoteric side of magic has led him down a dark road. Showing up all smiles and grand stories of their shared suffering, Hess convinced the countess to let him and his acolytes apprentices delve an old ruin in her territory, promising to share some the riches they unearthed as repayment.

Hess was good on his word, tribute to the countess's court arrived after just a few weeks of delving and maintained at a steady trickle ever since. Part of this tribute happened to be a cursed idol that unless properly contained attracts the violent attention of dragonkind. Hess neglected to include care instructions when he sent it along, hoping to use the countess's defence of her lands as a means of harvesting drakeflesh under the guise of helping to search for reasons behind the attacks.

Further Adventures:

Several of Ledrick's underlings are beginning to fall under Hess's sway; sure the drakes have killed a few dozen peasants but merchants are willing to pay for their horns and teeth hand over first, to say nothing of the drakescale armor some of the more gifted armorers have been knocking together after their hunts. Would they really let all this stop to all this just because some do-nothing farmers got hurt?

Behind his jockular attitude and harmlessly crass jokes, there's something deeply wrong with Hess. War left wounds in his psyche and now something festers beneith his scars eating away at who he is, driving him to delve deeper into the tomb and unlock its secrets. Pretending to help with the party's investigation, he'll send them on a wild goose chase into the mountains towards a dangerous ruin claiming it as the origin of whatever's causing the drakes to attack.

By the time they realize the deceptio Hess and his followers will have cleared out of the ancient tomb, leaving behind a series of spells that will lock the party inside and reactivate all the traps and guardians the cult spent months disarming. Perhaps most dangerous of all is a construct of Hess's own fevered design; built of drakebone and sinew grafted into armor, a half finished war machine that will stalk the party through the darkened halls.

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#low level #cultists #ally noble #d&d #mountain #bounty #monster hunt #dragon #villain cult #villain mage #bandits

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dedicatednotobsessed · 1 year

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Young and Beautiful [Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader]

Other HOTD stories [requests open]

Summary: Being the younger daughter of Viserys Targaryen you had grown up in the capital alongside your sister Rhaenyra and the lady Alicent Hightower. The older you got, the closer you have became with the King’s elder brother and rightful heir, Daemon Targaryen. Your father does not like you being so close with him, yet you choose not to listen especially one night when the Rogue Prince promises to grant you freedom….

Dedicated to ✨ @mrsdaemontargaryen ✨

Gif doesn’t belong to me 🖤

You hummed a small tune as you sat at the garden table, your violet eyes scanning over the small text of your red leather bound book. You needed a break from your lessons and decided to come to the gardens where the only noise to be heard was the flowing water of the nearby fountain.

Your mind was swirling with thoughts as you furrowed your brows. It had been close to a year since your Uncle Daemon- or nuncle as you liked to call him- was exiled from the capital. He used to write to you every so often before the letters suddenly stopped all together.

“There you are!”

The familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts and you sighed at the sight of your elder sister. “I just needed to get away for a moment.”

“You need to find a better hiding spot, sweet one.”

You smiled over at Rhaenyra as she sat beside you. Being the only surviving children of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, the two of you seemed to have a close bond. It was true how close you were, yet the two of you always fought for your Uncle’s attention. It was clear he had a favorite niece though.

“Are you excited to be marrying Ser Laenor?” You asked after a moment.

Rhaenyra blew out a breath and nodded. “It is the duty of my house.”

You fiddled with the Valyrian steel ring on your left ring finger; the finger that was promised to your husband. The ring that nestled on said finger was a gift from Daemon the last time he was visiting. You remembered when he gifted it to you and how your heart fluttered as he slipped it onto your finger.

A promise he said it was. A promise that you were to be his when the opportunity presents itself.

“You are quite lucky, Y/N.”

“Hm?” You cocked a brow at your elder sister. “I do not know what you mean.”

“You have not been subjected to the torture that is truly trying to find a suitable husband,” Rhaenyra replied, her violet eyes wandering to your ring.

She hid the envy in her voice but you could see the flames of jealousy in her eyes. When you first showed her the Valyrian steel ring, she did not talk to you for the better part of three days.

You blew out a breath. “Soon after you marry Ser Laenor, I am sure father would force me to find someone…or worse, choose for me.”

Rhaenyra reached over and grabbed your hand, squeezing it lightly. “Enjoy your freedom while you can, my sweet baby sister.”

You smiled lightly and reached over giving her a tight hug. “Do not be so sad that you are going to get married,” You began while slowly pulling away from the hug. “Just think of how good the food is going to be tonight.”

Rhaenyra giggled at that. “Thank you, Y/N.”

You hummed a bit as you looked through your jewelry while your handmaiden helped you with your dress for the feast. You reached down lightly running your fingers through the silky red fabric.

“Is there anything else you needed, my princess?”

You shook your head with a small smile. “Thank you, Madelyne.”

Madelyne bowed and made her exit. You turned back to your long view mirror, flaring your dress a bit. It was a present from Alicent on your last name day. You had no ill will against your stepmother although your friendship with her has become a bit strained since she married your father.

“I said you could go, Madelyne,” You said hearing the door open again after a moment.

“Why would I leave? I wanted to see my favorite niece.”

You gasped hearing the familiar voice and turned to see your Uncle standing there, his silver hair cut short since last you’ve seen him. You rushed over and gave him a tight hug.

“I did not expect you to come!” You exclaimed while releasing the hug.

“I am not going to miss my brother’s feasts.” Daemon stepped back to look over you, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “You look lovely, Y/N. Red is certainly your color.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the compliment, the butterflies erupting in your stomach. “Thank you, Uncle.”

Daemon nodded a bit, his violet eyes scanning over your body once more. “Well, I will see you at the feast, my sweet niece.”

You looked down at the food on your plate, a bit bored. The lords and ladies that appeared for Rhaenyra’s engagement feast seemed to be too deep into conversation with the guests of honor to take notice of the rest of the Royal family. Your eyes wandered over to your Uncle who has not taken his eyes off of you since he has made his grand entrance. It was clear your father did not expect him to show up, but he was welcomed nonetheless.

You turned away as you heard the music begin to play, a small smile on your lips seeing how happy Rhaenyra seemed. You knew she did not want this kind of life but being a Princess of the Seven Kingdoms, one’s fate was written for them when they were born a girl.

You stood up and walked towards the dance floor when others began to join the betrothed couple. You offered the Lord you paired with a small smile as you placed your hand against his.

The Lord looked over you with a certain lust in his eyes, a smirk forming on his lips. “It is true what they say about Targaryen beauty,” He began while turning around you. “That Targaryen women are more beautiful than the Gods themselves.”

“Have you been preparing that line the entire day?” You asked curiously with a cocked brow. “In hopes to sway me into wetting your cock?”

The Lord’s smirk faltered as you turned with him. You knew your father would scold you for such behavior, although he seemed to be a bit more occupied with his favorite daughter- as you often liked to called Rhaenyra.

You turned to your next partner, a wide smile coming on your lips to see Daemon looking into your matching violet eyes.

“Here I thought my lovely Uncle did not dance,” You teased.

Daemon chuckled lightly with a small smirk. “I make certain exceptions.”

“Exceptions?” You repeated with a raised brow.

Daemon turned you, your dress flaring as you spun. “I make exceptions for such beauties.”

Your cheeks heated lightly at his words and even more when your body pressed against his. You met his eyes noticing there was something in them…you just could not figure out what it was. You felt him place a hand on your waist, your stomach erupting into flutters. It was as though it was only the two of you in the feasting hall.

You slowed to a stop in the middle of the dance floor, his hand coming up to your cheek. Your heart skipped a beat as you lightly placed a hand over his. You did not understand what this feeling was…what kind of hold the Rogue Prince had on you.

You snapped back into reality when you heard a blood curdling scream and turned to see Ser Criston Cole over a body with a face not even recognizable. You tried to rush over to your sister who was clearly frightened but Daemon had a tight grip on your hand.

“We need to go,” Daemon whispered in your ear before he led you away from the chaos.

You looked around the crowded street of Fleabottom as you stayed close to your Uncle. It was as though the men and women had no same, some in corners pleasing each other in various ways.

“Where are we going?” You asked looking up at Daemon.

The elder man glanced around a corner before he looked back down at you. “You will see, sweet one.”

You took a deep breath but nodded, looking down when he squeezed your hand, feeling a sense of comfort from it. You glanced around as he pulled you into a building nearby. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over the various couples: women with women, men with men. Some even had multiple partners, but no one seemed to judge. Everyone was free.

“What are we doing here?”

“I wanted you to experience freedom,” Daemon began as he gripped your waist. “Before I am to leave and you are subjected to the same fate as your sister.”

You felt your back press against the stone wall, your eyes wandering up to meet his. You lightly placed your hands on his chest while he ran his thumb across your bottom lip. Your eyes flickered to his lips as he slowly leaned down.

As soon as his lips crashed against yours, fireworks seemed to go off in your stomach. Your lips moved in sync, his hands going to the back of your dress to undo your laces.

Tales have differed of this night. Some have believed that the Princess had fallen with child from the Prince but has wallowed in grief when he married Laena Velaryon. She drove herself to madness from the heartbreak and her heart failed her shortly after she had birthed a son, an heir for the Prince by the name of Alyster Targaryen.

The more believable tale however is that the Princess did not pass after the birth of Alyster, and it is proven to be true when the records had shown the Prince and Princess have wed. It is said that they rekindled their romance at the funeral of Daemon’s second wife. Their love was set aflame during that night in Fleabottom and the fire did not snuff out, no matter their hardships. They were meant to burn together and kept that promise as they fought together through the Targaryen Civil War. Their bond was strong, by love and by fire, and nothing ever stopped them.

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autistichalsin · 6 months

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Do you ever think about the fact that Halsin's life, for at least the last 200 years if not longer, has been bouncing from one trauma to another,

From being kidnapped and made a sex slave by a Drow matriarch, for three years, while being taunted with the corpses of his fellow elves made into decorations, as a warning of what would happen to him if he stepped a toe out of line,

To losing his ENTIRE family,

To being a soldier and winning a difficult battle only to witness a curse unleashed that nearly killed his first friend who inspired him to become a Druid to begin with AND turned everyone he had fought alongside with into essentially zombies, while he had to leave many survivors to their fates there to evacuate those who COULD leave, and he had to kill the reanimated version of his mentor and former Archdruid to boot AND was the only one working to undo the curse instead of abandoning the land, all leaving him with survivor's guilt,

To being forced into a leadership role he had never asked for, wanted, or been trained for, knowing how high the stakes were for his beloved Grove, and having to try- and fail- to ward off a psyop by the Shadow Druids against his Grove, with many of the Druids he himself trained being ultimately poisoned against him and finding him weak for showing kindness to refugees,

To being attacked by a parasite-infected Drow, dissecting the corpse, and being horrified at what he found and having to hide the implications from those under him for fear of answers being demanded of him,

To getting the false hope that he could break the Shadow Curse and solve the parasite mystery, only to then be abandoned by his traveling companions, kidnapped, tortured, and threatened with murder by goblins,

To coming back to learn that his second in command tried to imprison a child and many of his Druids have become so deeply racist to Tieflings that they wanted to remove the refugees,

To witnessing countless horrors traveling with the player, including a battle with the God of Death himself,

To being overwhelmed at the harsh realities of city life and the pain it causes, especially to the young children he meets, with no viable way to help them until the Absolute is defeated,

To fighting a Nether Brain directly, being threatened with being turned into a thrall the entire time,

(All that ignoring the "non canon" paths, like his second in command being responsible for a child's death, or all his Druids dying, or the Grove being sealed off forever, or him being unable to break the Shadow Curse and vowing that he will now stay in the Shadow Cursed Lands until he draws his last, or he gets kidnapped by the Chosen of the God of Murder, or he watches the orphan girl the team bonded with die due to a sadistic gambit by said Chosen, or the person he trusted with his life decides to go evil, conquer the world, and turn him and his friends into mindless thralls...)

Because, yeah, I think about that a LOT

#halsin #bg3 #baldur's gate 3

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illuminatedquill · 4 months

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Ahsoka Tano & Ursa Wren

The Promise

Story Summary: One night before the Purge of Mandalore, Ursa Wren makes a desperate plea to Ahsoka Tano.

“Lady Tano,” called Huyang. “There is a call coming through for you. It is labeled urgent by the sender.”

Ahsoka Tano opened her eyes, coming up from a deep meditation. Ill tidings could be felt through the Force and her dreams of late had been filled with fire and death.

She rose slowly from the training floor within her T-6 shuttle; the lights were dimmed inside at her command, the only sound being the quiet hum of the engines as they traveled through hyperspace. Grabbing a night robe from the nearby worktable and slipping it on, she walked into the cockpit, giving a nod to Huyang.

He switched the comm channel open. A hazy blue light began to emanate from the instrument panel before sharpening into the image of a familiar figure.

It was Ursa Wren, the mother of her padawan, Sabine Wren. The Countess of Clan Wren stood tall and proud, garbed in her beskar armor, but her face was noticeably more lined and wearier than Ahsoka had ever seen it.

"Hello, Ahsoka," she said. Even exhausted, the Mandalorian's eyes burned with a tenacity that the Jedi found intimidating, despite her years of experience as a warrior.

Ahsoka, hiding her surprise, adopted a neutral tone. She wasn't particularly close to Sabine's mother; Sabine had warned against it, considering the subject of her Jedi training was a touchy subject with Ursa.

"Hello, Ursa," she replied. "I take it you have news?"

Ursa nodded. "The Clans are preparing for war."

Ahsoka grimaced. It was to be expected but she had thought the Empire would not be so bold as to move against Mandalore this late in the war.

But Moff Gideon was no ordinary servant of the Empire. There were no lines he would not cross to please his master.

"No word from Bo?" asked Ahsoka. She knew that Bo Katan, leader of Mandalore, had gone to meet with Moff Gideon as a last-ditch effort to stay his hand.

The Mandalorian shook her head. "None. I cannot tell you if she is being held hostage or worse."

She paused. "I think this attack, Ahsoka," she finally said after a long moment, "will be the worst Mandalore has seen in generations. I think this will be the end."

Ahsoka sucked in a breath. "What do you mean, Ursa?"

Ursa smiled bitterly. "I think this is the death of us all."

"Mandalore," Ahsoka argued, "has survived worse. It survived Maul."

"We had a Republic and a plucky young Jedi who helped us out of that particular situation," Ursa remarked wryly. "We have none of those now."

"Sabine and I can be there within a day," Ahsoka said. "I'm nearby - "

"No." Ursa's statement struck Ahsoka with its finality, stopping her from finishing her reply.

She blinked in shock. "No? You don't want us to help?"

Ursa took a deep breath and closed her eyes before replying. "Correct. I want you to keep Sabine far away from Mandalore."

Ahsoka leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. She stared at the hologram for a moment, thinking. Ursa was an experienced warrior, just as she was; she had seen action during the Clone Wars and had fought alongside her and Bo Katan in re-taking Mandalore from Maul. Ahsoka knew better than to doubt her judgment.

If Ursa thought this was the end of Mandalore, then it was.

"That will be a difficult task," Ahsoka pointed out. "You know how stubborn Sabine is. She will want to help."

Ursa snorted. "I trust you can handle her. You've been keeping her in line so far."

"Barely," Huyang said from beside her. Ahsoka turned in her chair to glare at the droid. He shrugged.

"What if I leave Sabine behind and come to you by myself? Surely - "

"No!" Ursa shouted. "I want you beside Sabine when this goes down. Without you there to stop her, she'll find a way to Mandalore and she will die. I will not see her die here!"

"Ursa," Ahsoka said firmly, "Sabine is your daughter. Her place is by your side. With her family. With her clan!"

Ursa's smile was sad. "Not anymore. Our paths diverged a long time ago. She has a new family now."

Ahsoka shook her head. "She would disagree. The Ghost crew is not a replacement for you, Alrich, and Tristan."

Ursa stared at Ahsoka. "Listen to me closely, Jedi. I am not asking you to do this. I am telling you. You are to keep my daughter safe and away from this madness."

Ahsoka narrowed her eyes. "I don't take orders from you, Mandalorian."

"This," seethed Ursa, "is the natural order of things. Sabine will realize that someday."

"Sabine will - ", Ahsoka started to argue but was cut off.

"Oh, she will rage," Ursa interjected. "She will be furious, I know. She will grieve. But, most importantly to me, she will be alive. This is how it should be. When I lost my own parents to a civil war between clans, I felt the same way; I raged at the cruelty of the universe, at its unfairness. And do you know how it answered me?"

"How?" Ahsoka asked quietly.

Tears in her eyes, Ursa said, "It told me that it was better that I should lose them, rather that they lose me. It told me that it had seen grief a thousand times over, since the first star bloomed to life in the darkness of space; that it had seen countless children lose their parents to senseless tragedy. I was no different. And that is how it should be. That is how it always should be; that children bury their parents and mourn for them and not the other way around."

Ahsoka just sat there, listening to her words.

"I will not," said Ursa, her voice quavering, "bury my daughter. I won't. I refuse to lead her to a certain death. As her mother, who raised her to never run away from a fight, it kills me to deny her. I would love to have her fight by my side one last time. But, also as a mother, I cannot allow it."

"What about Tristan?" Ahsoka countered. "Is he not your child also?"

Ursa grimaced. "He's already here. I cannot dissuade him from his choice, no matter how hard I try. He refuses to leave."

She looked away for a moment. "I raised him too well. He is a Mandalorian, through and through."

Ahsoka looked at Ursa, seeing the tears stream down the woman's face. "She won't take your decision well," said Ahsoka.

Ursa shrugged. "I'm used to it. Sabine hating me is nothing new."

"No," Ahsoka said, suddenly feeling tired. "Sabine never hated you. You've never seen her hate."

Ursa raised an eyebrow in surprise. "I haven't?"

Ahsoka smiled. "She's not capable of it. There's too much good in her."

Ursa smiled back. "I wonder where she gets that from."

Ahsoka snorted. "From you, Ursa. And Alrich."

"You don't know us that well," Ursa pointed out.

"I know Sabine," Ahsoka replied. "And I see the best of you within her."

Ursa was silent in the moment after Ahsoka's comment. "You'll do it, then?" she asked, her voice rough. "You'll keep her away?"

Ahsoka sighed. "Yes. I will. I promise. I'll leave your involvement out of it, as well."

Ursa cocked her head at Ahsoka. "You don't have to do that. She'll be furious with you."

Ahsoka shrugged. "I can handle it. I'm no stranger to anger."

Ursa nodded. "I can see that," she acknowledged. "And . . . thank you."

"You're welcome," replied Ahsoka. "And this isn't a good-bye. Nothing is certain. You can still survive this."

"I will try," Ursa promised. "Unlike you Jedi, that is all we can do." She paused again, hesitant.

"Something else?" Ahsoka offered.

"You'll stay by her side? Continue her training?" asked Ursa.

"Of course," said Ahsoka.

Relief eased into Ursa' rigid stance. "Good. She has a promise to keep, after all. Between you and the Bridger boy, once you find him, I think she'll be alright."

Ahsoka quirked an eyebrow. "You like Ezra, don't you?"

Ursa frowned. "Don't be ridiculous. Sabine likes him. I tolerate him, on her behalf."

"You approve of their . . . relationship?" asked Ahsoka carefully. She wondered how much Ursa had intuited about Sabine's feelings for her lost friend.

Ursa shrugged. "A Jedi and a Mandalorian are a unique pairing. Never heard of one before. The songs that will be sung for them are sure to be legendary."

She glanced at Ahsoka with a knowing look. "Bridger cares deeply for my Sabine. He has already sacrificed much to protect her and the people he cares for. And he is an excellent warrior, courtesy of his Jedi training. I can ask for nothing more in a life partner for my daughter."

"Yes," Ahsoka murmured. "I'm sure." She does know.

Privately, Ahsoka found it amusing that many people around Sabine seemed to know about her and Ezra before she did.

Ursa turned to the side, listening to someone speak from off-screen. She nodded and turned to face Ahsoka once more, her expression grim.

"Time to go?" asked Ahsoka.

"It is," Ursa responded somberly. "If the worst comes to pass, please tell Sabine that . . . I'm sorry. I don't regret the decisions I made to protect her, but I regret the cost that came with them. I was grateful that she came back and the time we spent together since then. And that I'm proud of her and all she has accomplished. And, also, that I . . . "

Ursa stopped there, uncertain of what to say next. Ahsoka said, "She knows, Ursa. Everything you've said, everything you're going to say - Sabine knows already."

The Mandalorian nodded. "This is hard," she observed.

"What is?" asked Ahsoka.

"Letting go," replied Ursa. "I don't know how you Jedi do it."

"It's never easy," said Ahsoka quietly. "Some never really master it."

"I see," said Ursa. "I wonder if I would have made a good Jedi, then."

"If you survive this," Ahsoka joked, "come see me for training."

Ursa grinned at her. "I don't know if you could handle both myself and Sabine as apprentices, Master Jedi."

And she ended the call on that note. Ahsoka stared at the space where Ursa's hologram had been for a few seconds and then bowed her head, feeling the weight of what was to come already pressing down on her.

Huyang, turning to look at her, asked, "Should I wake Lady Wren?"

Ahsoka turned in her chair to face towards the door that led to her padawan's room on the shuttle. Inside, Sabine was sleeping soundly.

Ahsoka thought for a moment. "No," she decided. "Let her have one more good night's sleep."

Tomorrow, Ahsoka thought, she might wake to a nightmare.

#sabine wren #ahsoka tano #ezra bridger #ursa wren #star wars rebels #ahsoka #ahsoka show #star wars #sabezra #sabezra fanfiction #not really sabezra but I don't know where else to put this

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wutheringmights · 9 months

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Chapter 22: The Engineer's Savior & The Three Brothers Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Additional Tags: Linked Universe (Legend of Zelda), Alternate Universe, Character Study, War, world building, Trauma, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Political Intrigue, Found Family, Angst and Humor, Warriors is a very complicated person, Warriors also does not know Time is Mask, Warriors (Linked Universe)-centric, Canon-Typical Violence, Heavy Angst, Manipulation, Morally Ambiguous Character, Please read content warnings before each chapter, Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Physical Abuse, Implied Sexual Content, Power Imbalance, Implied/Referenced Torture, Blood and Injury, Disabled Character Summary: “You are going to hear a lot of terrible things about me. Most of it is going to be true.” When Warrior's his time-hopping journey with his fellow heroes of Hyrule takes him back home, he finds his kingdom on the brink of war-- one that threatens to ensnare not only Warriors, but his newfound family as well. Warriors will do whatever it takes to keep them safe, even if that means becoming a traitor to the kingdom he gave up everything to save. But the harder Warriors works to protect his family, the more the secrets of his dark past come to life. Who is Captain Link Walton, the Hero of Warriors? What happened to the two other heroes he had once fought alongside all those years ago? When this is over, will Warriors even have a family left to save or is he doomed to repeat his past mistakes? (Once, there were three brothers: the captain, the engineer, and the child. Their story did not have a happy ending.)

After all of my complaining, can you believe I am actually updating today?

Thank you so much for your patience in waiting for this chapter. I had a hard time writing this, and I really appreciate everyone who sent kind words and thoughts to me during this time.

I'm not 100% with how everything turned out, but it's good enough! At this point, that's all I could ask for.

In this chapter of the long-awaited return of this very niche fanfic:

Someone FINALLY does something about the engineer situation

With Spirit back in his life, Warriors is finally forced to confront his past

Time opens up about being the forgotten child of the war

READ IT HERE ⏩

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yugenwrites · 10 months

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∗ —— Adrian “Alucard” Tepes x D.

∗ —— Part one, part two, part three, part four ( coming soon ).

∗ —— NOTES: This story is inspired by some of the fanart that is done by tender miasma / suzannart! The worlds of Castlevania and Vampire Hunter D are connected to one and another.

“Belmont said that you have fought with his ancestors. How old are you D and now many of his ancestors have you worked alongside with?” Sypha asked the dhampyre but the man did not answer, only sighing in response. He didn't feel like striking up any type of conversation, he just wanted to get away from the three of them since they did nothing but bicker.

“He's very old,” the left hand spoke like D had done a couple of minutes ago, he had dug his nails into the face of the parasite but this time with an irritated scowl.

“Enough of your foolish antics.” D was bothered by not only his companion but the three fools behind him. “Once we are finally free from this area, I will be parting from the three of you. I did wish that it was four.” Of course he was referring to the fourth person as his hand.

“If I could leave you, I would but you would be absolutely miserable without me,” the hand exclaimed at the dhampyre who curled his fingers downward and into his palm, nails digging into the flesh for the third time. “That hurts you bastard!”

“We all need to stay together. The faster we can get to Dracula's castle the quicker we will be able to put an end to this.” Sypha took a couple of steps forward in a quick motion, now walking beside D who didn't bother to look at her.

“I work alone and the people of Wallachia will need someone to look after them before they get devoured by night creatures.”

“I'm sure that they would have some dislike towards you as well, you may be half of a human but I am sure as long as you have vampire blood or genetics, you will be seen as a monster nonetheless,” Alucard stated as D began to turn away from the trio.

“Anyone can be considered a monster whether they are human, vampyre, or a demon. Even if I am a vampyre hunter, I am aware of the many things that a mere man or even a child is capable of doing. No one in this world is truly innocent but it is enough to try to change such a thing and help those who are in need of it.”

“And what if they aren't willing to take some of your generosity? Would you still provide aid to those even when they push you away?”

“I cannot force anyone and shall not do it. Not everyone is willing to accept aid and some will look down upon it.” Alucard couldn't help but to think back. To think back how a year ago was when his mother was burned down to ashes because of her so-called witchery when the only thing she wanted to do was help those who needed it. “I'm sure that you three alone would be able to make it to the castle by yourselves without my aid. I will make sure that the creatures of the night do not come in between you or your travels.”

“So . . . You are helping us basically?” Trevor questioned.

“In a sense, yes, but it's more for the people and not for your benefit.” D had paused in his tracks and turned his head to look at Alucard, eyes narrowed and nothing but a frown worn upon his face. “You. Be wise of the choices that you decide to make.” With those words, D had continued to walk away from the trio and Alucard found himself averting his gaze.

Alucard knew that the man didn't trust him, he thought that he was going to end up like his father and become full of rage to the point where even he was going to cause destruction to Wallachia and its people. The blonde wasn't a fool, he was able to control his emotions despite being saddened and upset about his mother's death. As much as it was unfortunate, it was something that was bound to happen one day.

The only one that seemed to really believe that he had good intentions was Sypha and the other speakers who believed in the story of the sleeping soldier despite it seeming more dramatic than what it needed to be. Lost in his thoughts, he had walked away to clear his head in a secluded area while Trevor and Sypha went to meet up with her people. He would join them a little bit down the line but for now he needed some time to himself even if he had spent a whole year sleeping in a coffin. Some things needed to be planned out and organized and he wanted to do such in silence.

The night was rather cold, the fear that the people had worn on their faces was nothing but clear. D held his suspicions of Alucard. Even if he had swore that he was going to kill his father before he creates any more damage, he doesn't know what he may do afterwards or even beforehand. “Maybe you were a little too rude to him. He's just a kid,” his left hand commented despite his own rudeness to the dhampyre earlier.

“He is no child, he is a full adult. I'm sure that he is able to handle the things that will be thrown at him with the decision he has chosen to make.” Even the parasite of a hand could think that the dhampyre was rather cold towards others at times, such a thought was rare considering his own personality.

“Don't give me that shit, you could have been a little bit nicer to him and you know it.” After all, Alucard had just lost his mother a year ago and to be able to stop the upbringing madness being caused and the possible end of the existence of humans, the blonde would have to kill his own father. A soft huff escaped D’s lips, maybe he could have but he wasn't going to during all of this. There was business that needed to be taken care of.

“This is no time for mourning and treating him with sympathy. The fate of the world lies within his hands.” His eyes narrowed underneath the tip of the hat that he wore so low and his lips were curled downward into a frown.

Only a couple of hours had passed until the sun slowly began to shine within the sky, the people who were hiding in their homes soon coming out to see that they were alive. D made sure that the night creatures didn't lay a single hand on a civilian or even glanced in their direction. Not many had shown up, maybe at least seven. Most of them were killed in the horde from earlier on when night took its course. The vampire hunter walked around and tended to people's needs even though they were skeptical of him due to his vampirism.

“Ye could have fuckin' stopped this!” There was one man who pointed at the black haired hunter, poking him directly in the chest.

“No, I couldn't have. The only thing that I can provide for you right now is safety from the creatures of the night after the people decided to burn down that woman you call a witch.” The hand was swatted away and the tip of his hat was pulled downward to hide his irritated expression.

“Cause she was a bloody witch!” The man shouted, rather angrily. D fell silent upon those words. He knows well that marrying a vampyre would be more than enough to get her killed though he doesn't know the whole story. After a couple of seconds, he had found himself walking away from the male, hearing curses escape his rather vulgar mouth. Humans in Wallachia didn't seem like the best group of people, rather inappropriate and stupid; blind. Seeing that most of the people were fine, he decided to leave them be for a moment and see if there was anything that he himself had needed.

“Hunter D!” He heard a familiar voice come from behind him which made him turn his gaze.

“Speaker . . .have you grown tired of them already?” As much as it seemed like it was a joke, the tone of his voice was serious.

“Well yes and no. I left the two of them alone so I would be able to find a covered wagon and some horses for travel. We can't move as fast as we want to on bare feet, you know?”

“That didn't seem like the best idea to leave them alone with one another. Maybe they are going at each other's throats right now.”

“I wouldn't be surprised. They haven't stopped their stupid bickering.” The female would let out a soft sigh, closing her eyes in the process. “I was wondering if maybe you can tag along with us. I know that you wish to tend to the people but it will be faster if we were to all travel together, don't you think?”

“As much as that seems to be true, I do not think that I will have the patience to deal with those two and if I went off on my own and fought off those night creatures before they reached you, it would make travel much smoother.” Sypha nodded her head, that would probably be the best option and she is sure that the small dispute between him and Alucard may get worse.

“Just promise that you won't get yourself killed, alright?”

“How insulting, I am a hunter. I am only doing my job.” D turned himself away but before he could walk away, a bag of coins was tossed in Sypha's direction which was caught. “This should pay for what you need for now. Between the three of you alone, I am sure that you wouldn't have enough.”

“Thank you, I'll make sure the two idiots don't get a hold of it.” With that being said, she watched D as he began to walk away from her before leaving herself to go the opposite direction. She knew it may take some time for her to find someone who sold wagons, nonetheless horses. It was likely that the night creatures could have destroyed them to stop the people from leaving but with their journey, the trio needed one.

#yugenwrites #vhd #vampire hunter d #alucard tepes #sypha belnades #trevor belmont #Castlevania #dxalucard #alucardxd #neckfast club

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aphrodisiac-siren · 1 year

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Slytherin Aemond x Reader ~Hogwarts AU

Aemond being a book nerd. Wuthering Heights references.

Part 4

"Oh my gosh, I think I'm going to scream" Alys excitedly jumped on her bed, giggling like a maniac to which you reacted by rolling your eyes.

"Shut up will you" you threw a pillow at her from your bed that was right next to her's "Aemond does not fancy me"

"Right, he just called you beautiful because he hates you then?" she put her hands on her hips, looking at you like how your mother did when she was giving you a good scolding.

"No, I know he does not- he can’t" you sighed as you flopped down onto your back "I used to date his cousin"

"Please, Aemond has had his eye on you way before Draco did" Alys scoffed, joining you on your bed. You suddenly sat up, giving her a look that made it evident you did not believe a word she was saying "Merlin's beard, Y/N, you can’t be that blind. I have caught that boy ogling at you since first year"

"Had a few drinks now, did you?" you joked and this time it was her who tossed a pillow at you.

"Y/N, look, Aemond is a nice lad and I know you don’t think so because of his popularity in the school but all I'm saying is give it a chance" Alys reached out to take your hand in hers "you've been so broken ever since Draco but we both know that he already had a lot on his plate for him to be able to manage a relationship with you. Don’t wait for someone who you know isn’t coming back"

It was true. Your break-up with Draco was really hard and it didn’t help when later he revealed to you that his reason for leaving you was because he was forced into joining the death eaters. He didn’t want to leave you, but he knew he would be dragging you into a dark mess if he didn’t. At the battle of Hogwarts, even though Draco at first did join them, he turned right around and fought alongside the students. After the battle had been won, you thought that maybe you both might be able to work things out but Draco was too emotionally scarred to even think about a relationship.

You of course respected his decision, but deep down you were still hopeful he might come back to you. Eventually, as the years went by, your hopes began to whither away little by little and you found it safe to say that you had moved on; still, there was a part of you that missed whatever you both had. Maybe not him anymore, but the memories? You held those very close to your heart, it was nice while it lasted.

"Give my ex boyfriend’s cousin a chance, yes that does not sound weird at all" you rolled your eyes "besides, I- I don’t even like him in that way"

"Oh piss off, you've got his entire training schedule memorised and he's the only one you look at, at those bloody matches" Alys scoffed, reminding you of your knowledge of when the quidditch team practised. You opened your mouth to protest but she beat you to it "look I know you have this subconscious attraction and I know the only reason you are in denial is because he is your ex boyfriend’s cousin but Draco isn’t even in the picture anymore. At the very least try and get to know him a bit better"

"Fine" you huffed a sigh. You had to agree she did make a point about having to fully move on from your ex. And yes, you did of course find Aemond attractive and only refrained from letting your relationship with him grow because of your history with Malfoy. Given it was your last year at Hogwarts, you'd allow yourself to open up a bit.

"And on the off chance that he does hurt you" Alys's tone went from sympathetic to serious "I'm familiar with all of the unforgivable curses. I do not mind going to Azkaban for your sake"

You threw your head back and laughed, Alys doing the same.

You walked into charms class, sitting on an empty desk that was three desks ahead from where Aemond sat along with one of the lads from the team. As you placed you bag beside you, you noticed that Alys kept walking until she was right by Aemond's side.

"Aemond do you mind switching seats?" she asked, with a scorn "every other seat has been taken and I cannot spend another moment with her"

Aemond looked puzzled. Alys was your best friend, why was she telling him that all of a sudden she didn’t want to be around you?

When you agreed that you would try to get to know Aemond, you meant with a more natural approach, letting things occur on their own accord; not with Alys butting in and actually pushing you both together as if you and he were dolls in her doll house.

Aemond stood up, grabbing his bag before he silently walked over to sit next to you.

"Is everything alright?" he asked softly, leaning in a bit so that you might hear him clearly "you and Alys aren’t talking?"

"Apparently not" you looked over your shoulder to throw her a look that screamed 'what the fuck are you doing' but she only winked. You rolled your eyes before turning to the front again "don’t bother, we'll sort this out before the day ends like how we always do"

Aemond simply hummed in response, not asking any more questions since he didn’t want to come across as nosy.

"Alright students" the professor's authoritative voice drowned the classroom chatter as she stood at her front desk, arms crossed "today we're going to brush on some basics. Last class, I instructed you to bring along a novel of your choosing. I want each of you to place that book on your desk and then I want you to use the spell imagio proiecturas to project a moving image of any excerpt from the book. You may begin"

You reached into your bag to fish out the book you'd picked. You scrunched your face in confusion as you rummaged through your things, still unable to find the book amidst your other things.

"Fuck, I think I forgot to put it in my bag" you muttered, still trying to push around your other book, checking again.

"Let's just use mine?" Aemond asked as he placed the novel he'd picked on the desk; Wuthering Heights "I'm assuming you've read it?"

"I have yes, nice choice; didn’t take you for a lad who'd be found reading this" you grinned, running your finger along the spine of the book to trace the letters that spelt out the title of the book "you strike me as a sort of boy who'd be more interested in Stephen King"

"Oh I do enjoy a bit of horror, I'm currently reading 'The Exorcist' by William Peter Blatty," he told you, offering a smile that was barely even visible "but I do enjoy other genres as well. You shouldn’t be too quick to judge Y/N"

"Right" you breathed a sigh "shall we?"

You tried first, pointing your wand a few inches away from the book. You concentrated on which part of the story you wanted to see getting projected. It was when Heathcliff returns to meet Catherine. You pictured them in your mind, wearing finer clothes that were a bit outdated in comparison to present times.

"Imagio proiecturas"

Nothing.

"Imagio proiecturas" you tried again, irritably.

A few hazy whisps of green arose from the book and then vanished into nothing without showing you even a glimpse of the image you had in your head.

You huffed in annoyance and Aemond chuckled.

"Finding this funny, are we?" you snapped and Aemond immediately cleared his throat to stifle his laughter.

"No, of course not" he smugly said before he placed his hand on yours to lower your wand. He leaned in again slightly, his voice sounding so gentle and soothing "here, allow me"

"imagio proiecturas"

Similar whisps of green arose from the book but this time instead of disappearing, they swirled around each other to form a moving projection of an excerpt that Aemond had picked. It projected how Aemond mentally pictured that scene would be; the part of the story where Catherine confesses her love for Heathcliff.

"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same"

And then the image fades off into nothing.

Aemond looks at you gingerly, trying not to seem too proud of himself when he managed to execute the spell perfectly.

"You don’t think of the scene first and then try the spell" he gave you some critique "you have to say the spell whilst imagining the scenario simultaneously"

"I did not take you for a romantic" you smirked, ignoring his advice and instead commenting on the excerpt he'd chosen "next you'll tell me you’re a fan of Shakespeare as well"

"I have read a few of his plays, yes" he said in his monotonous voice, looking at you with an expression that was hard to decipher "I can be rather romantic you know, but it's a part of myself I keep hidden-"

"Aemond and Y/N?" the teacher sharply called out "quit chatting and get back to the work assigned"

"Why?" you curiously asked with regard to his earlier statement in a hushed tone once the professor turned away from you both, placing your wand beside his novel and completely forgetting about the class.

"Haven’t really got anyone that needs to be impressed now do I?" he said with a subtle shrug "don’t have much luck at these sort of things"

"Half the school is mad for you" you reminded "what do you mean you don’t have luck-"

"Aemond and Y/N!" the teacher called out once again, voice more stern than the last time "five points from Slytherin. Back to work please"

"Allow me to rephrase that. I don’t have much luck when it comes to winning the girl I've got my sights on" he said, pressing his lips into a line.

"Who-"

"I don’t think you are going to be quizzed on this in your charms exam" he cleared his throat, changing the topic quickly "try that spell again, will you? We've already lost ourselves some house points"

You were curious, no doubt. If you were truly considering giving Aemond a shot, it would be useless if he fancied someone else. You wanted to slap yourself when you felt a tinge of disappointment at the thought. Shut up, you scolded yourself, you both aren’t even that close for you to get upset.

You picked up your wand once again, aiming it at the book.

"N-no, not so close" his large hand came to wrap around your comparatively smaller one that held the wand. He moved your hand a little further away from the book, speaking directly into your ear that sent up an involuntary shiver "say the spell and think of the image you want to be projected"

"imagio proiecturas"

This time, the green whisps fused together to slowly form an image that eventually began to move, as if it were a movie cassette playing. You were trying really hard to keep that image afloat that you weren’t even looking at it, your entire attention was on your wand, the hand that held the wand, his hand still holding yours as the green ribbons shooting out of the wand glowed.

You heard a soft chuckle from Aemond and glanced his way with a quizzical look, brow raised.

"I didn’t know you imagined us as the characters when you read this"

Your head immediately snapped to the front to see the particular part of the book being projected. And even though they were saying the dialogue that was written in the book, the people saying it weren’t Catherine and Heathcliff. You had been so focused on his hand around yours that when the mental images from your mind were projected, it showed you and Aemond exchanging the dialogue, his hand holding yours in a similar fashion to how he was doing currently in real life.

You immediately lowered your wand, the projection vanishing, leaving you with slightly flushed cheeks.

Even Aemond felt a bit abashed but he did a better job at concealing it.

"Well, at least you um" he tried to compliment you, so that you might not feel embarrassed "at least you got the spell right, yea?"

"Mhm" was all you managed to say in acknowledgment while your heart violently hammered in your chest.

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#aemond targaryen #aemond smut #ewan mitchell #ewan nation #hotd #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #hotd aemond #aemond x y/n #aemond x reader #harry potter #slytherin #hogwarts

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shadowbriar · 11 months

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Druig - Turmoil

Pairing : Druig || Bucky Barnes x Eternal!Reader (she/her) Word Count : 1.5k Warning : Nothing I suppose. Not proofread. Just a blurb of idea I have with no closure. Synopsis : He was supposed to be by her side, to keep balance in her life. But perhaps even as Eternals, one could be mistaken. Notes : I have no idea if this story will have a follow up, I just had this random idea and wrote it on my phone hence the ugly typing. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

The establishment was starting to be filled as night fell. It is Friday after all and not to mention the light drizzle outside that forced people to seek shelter. People were crowding the bar and being a 7,000 year old eternal, there's no greater joy than to watch the humans you've tried to protect over millennials enjoy their night with laughter and a glass of cocktail.

Her fingers play with the straw of her drink. A happy smile tugs on her lips, feeling the contentment of the life she's living right now. Sure it would've been better if she could share it with her Eternals family but fate has brought them to where they are now. She missed them, there's no denying that. Their fall out was something she regretted each night but it wasn't like there was much she could do then. All she could've done, all she could've said, she did and it would be no use for her to dwell on the past. Her family has moved on and therefore she has too.

Now living in Brooklyn, sharing an apartment with her supersoldier boyfriend, she certainly couldn't ask for anything better.

Or so she thought.

"My beautiful, beautiful darling."

Her smile falters, turning to her back to find the man who's just infiltrated her mind standing proud. His black leather jacket hugs his frame perfectly. A pair of shades hanging on the hem of his neck line, "Druig."

His smirk grows into a grin. Satisfied upon hearing his name uttered once again. He walks closer to her with open arms, pulling her into an embrace that she could hardly process now.

"I've missed you, too." He confidently said to her ears.

"I never said I do."

"You don't have to," Druig says with a shrug as they pull away "I can always read your mind."

The feeling was overwhelming. It has been decades since she last saw him. Druig has always been so reserved, keeping a fair distance to the other Eternals. Supposed their fall off in Tenochtitlan still leaves him some unresolved bitterness, the same way it still leaves pieces of resentment for her towards him. She fought for him, defended him and begged him to stay but in the end his righteous personality sailed him away. Leaving her to wander and build her life years after years alone.

"What are you doing here?" She asks, with no sign of excitement or happiness in her tone "I thought you're protecting the Amazon now."

"I do, I'm just out for a while. You know, seeing the cities, taking in their advancement and all." Druig answers nonchalantly "Not much has changed since I left for the jungle."

She remains quiet, only replying with a nod of acknowledgement.

"You don't seem too happy to see me."

She let out a bitter chuckle, "Don't I?"

Her eyes were everywhere but him. The memories of that night washes over her like a splash of cold water. It would be an understatement to say that she was conflicted. Sure she was happy to see him, but for what? For the fact that he finally tries to find her after all these years?

Druig was the moon to her sun. He was supposed to be by her side, to keep balance in her life. As selfish as it might sound, all these years fighting alongside him has made her feel attached. There was a time when she thought that he felt the same. That she was the tether to his world, the one thing grounding him through their time here on Earth. But perhaps even as Eternals, one could be mistaken.

"Sorry that took me forever to return," A man says, placing an arm around her waist securely.

Druig's brows furrow. A slight hint of disapproval was evident on his face but as fast as it came, it was replaced by his confident smirk. That one smug expression she always wanted to punch off of his face.

"That's alright," She says softly to the man before introducing them to each other "Bucky this is Druig. Druig this is Bucky, my boyfriend."

Druig couldn't conceal the surprise on his face when she dropped the label. A mix of disbelief and amusement now filled his eyes. He give out his hand, shaking Bucky's hand firmly with a smile she knew was feigned. She might not been gifted with the talent to read minds but spending millennials with Druig made it easy enough for her to tell when he was being genuine and not.

"Buck, would you mind ordering me another drink?" She says to him, showing her gentle smile.

"Yeah, sure," Bucky says warmly, giving her a chaste kiss before nodding to Druig as a sign of his departure.

She watches as Bucky's frame looks smaller, being swallowed by the crowd of people. A part of her wanted him to stay, to not leave her alone with Druig but to have him here would risk bigger damage to their relationship. There's no telling as to what Druig would say or do and she's not ready to put everything on the line for someone who's left her dry and broken for decades.

"You can't be serious." Druig comments with sneer the moment Bucky was out of sight "A mortal? You're dating a human?"

She rolls her eyes, taking her seat to make him face her back, "He's not just a human, alright? He's an Avenger, he's a super soldier."

"Oh, he's an Avenger," He said mockingly "As if that means anything."

She remains quiet. Out of every Eternals there are, Druig just has to be the first to know about their relationship. Why couldn't it be someone with a more open mind like Sersi or Kingo or Phastos? Hell, even Ikaris would've been a better person to find out about this. Druig might have always had the purest heart when it comes to the protection of humanity but to have any relationship with them more than just a protector would be something completely out of the question.

"Leave us alone, Druig."

"No, you should leave him alone." He argues, now taking the seat next to her "You're an Eternal, you're not supposed to form intimacy with the object you're protecting!"

"And why not? You left us because of your blooming love for humanity. Why is it wrong for me to fall in love with one?"

"Oh, so you love him now?"

She turns to face him, glaring, "What do you want, Druig? You can't just show up in my life after years of no contact and tell me who I can and cannot date. It doesn't work that way."

Druig's eyes were now clouded with emotions she could not decipher. It would be the first time in forever that she saw an expression of his that she couldn't understand. She wonders if it was due to their long period of being apart or was this just a new side of Druig she's yet to see. Either way she knew that it would be the demon haunting her sleep tonight.

"You can't form intimacy with humans, you mustn't." He repeats "It won't work out well for either of you."

She looks away, certainly not in the mood to hear this lecture.

From the peripheral of her eyes she could see him opening his mouth and closing it again. Druig looks conflicted. Perhaps he could see the genuine feelings she hoards for Bucky and how it ironically wouldn't work well for them. Bucky might be a super soldier but he's human still. So helpless, so vulnerable.

Or maybe the hint of regret finally seeps in as he sees her with someone else. Druig knew that it was wrong of him to leave her that night. To return everything she's given to him with nothing but a cold stare as he walks away with his mind-controlled army of humans. He loves her, he truly does. But perhaps after tonight, his definition of love for her altered. Perhaps he doesn't love her the same way he loves Makkari or Thena. Perhaps he doesn't love her the way he thought he did. Finally accepting his defeat over this endless battle of emotions.

"He's just a human." Druig repeats softly.

She closes her eyes, trying to ignore his words and presence.

Druig could see her hands balled into a fist. A habit she does over the years whenever she tries to remove herself from the situation she's in. He remembers how she would always do this, standing by the corner whenever an argument rise between the Eternals, how she would close her eyes tight everytime he would fight Ikaris for the most trivial thing, how she would look at him after the haze descended and calm his storm. Even when he was the source to every turmoil happening.

Gently, he reaches for her and peels her fingers. He stared at them gently, admiring them as if it was his first time to ever hold it. She could see all the bitterness in his face washed away, now exchanged with fondness and love. So much love. It was as if he finally returned the feelings she once held for him.

He kisses her knuckles, brushing over her skin softly, "I'll see you around, my love."

#druig #druig x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #druig x you #druig x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n

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withinfantasy · 2 years

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𝖊𝖉𝖒𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖊 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

{set during the events of Prince Caspian}

as the orphaned niece/nephew of Doctor Cornelius, you grew up alongside Prince Caspian; studying, sparring and adventuring together throughout the years

one fateful night, your uncle ushered you to Caspians chambers and the three of you hid and watched on as soldiers silently creeped into the room, surrounded the bed and opened fire

your uncle guided you and Caspian to the stables when it was safe to do so and urged your escape

but you refused to leave your uncle behind, afraid of what might happen to him if you did

he simply told you he couldn't risk endangering you after he'd aided Caspian's escape and reassured you that he'd be okay

it was only at the trust of Caspian's promise of returning for him that you mounted Destrier and left both your uncle and the castle behind with a heavy heart

after fleeing the city and joining forces with the legendary Narnians, you met the Kings and Queens of Old. out of the four siblings, there was one you connected with almost immediately; Edmund

his dark features were nothing short of alluring with freckles sprinkled across his pale skin and around his warm, brown eyes. he was a brave warrior who was masterful in swordsmanship and was host to not only a sharp mind, but a sharp tongue as well. 'just' was an apt title for him, and the mere sight of him quickly became enough to make your heart race

suffice to say, you'd fallen for him, and you'd fallen hard

being more than aware of the dangerous war ahead, however, you firmly - and repeatedly - reminded yourself that the idea of a romantic pursuit was absurd

yet come one night at Alsan's How, you find yourself restless, unable to sleep no matter how many times you tossed and turned. your sleep had always been a struggle for you, but with the inevitable battle on the horizon and the constant worry for your uncle, it was even harder to tackle

eventually giving in, you retreated outside of the How for fresh air

passing the fauns on watch and exchanging a nod of acknowledgement with them, you came across what you initially believed to be a secluded spot

it was only when you got closer that you realised the area was already occupied - by none other than Edmund

caught off guard, you quickly apologised and turned to leave when he called you back, questioning if you too were unable to sleep

after nodding to his question, he extended an invitation for you to join him

despite your initial nervosity of interacting with him, you find yourself at ease with Edmund almost instantly and conversation flows naturally between you just seconds after you sit down with him

you're unsure how long the two of you sit talking with each other, but from the Golden Age of Narnia and the Telmarine Dynasty, to your differing worlds and lives, you bounced from topic to topic

before you knew it, the stars began to fade as the colours in the sky gradually lightened

realising this, you reluctantly suggested the both of you attempt to get some rest for the planned night ahead

Edmund agreed and the two of you went back into the How, exchanging a smile laced with a hint of shyness before going your separate ways

hours later, during the raid on Miraz's castle, you aided Caspian in rescuing your uncle

your friends promise was finally being fulfilled. your uncle would be free in no time

after fighting in the courtyard and Peter issuing a retreat, you fought by the gate being upheld by Asterius, doing what you could to prevent any Telmarine soldiers from reaching him

but despite your efforts, crossbows were repeatedly fired at the Minotaur, and he eventually fell

trapped within the castle grounds alongside the remaining Narnians, you felt a fear unlike ever before as you realised you were going to die

but you vowed to continue fighting until your very last breath - for your comrades, if not yourself

as incoming arrows reigned down, massacring the enclosed Narnian troops around you, you leapt into combat with an oncoming soldier

you wound up stabbed and collapsed to the ground, sprawled on your back as your breathing stagnated

the world began to spin around you

looking at the stars above, your mind turned to the peace you'd felt being with the younger king at the start of the day

gradually, your vision began to blur when a large, winged creature swooped down, extending its claws toward you

you felt your body being lifted into the air and after a moment, everything went dark as you lost consciousness

when you awakened, you found yourself back at Aslan's How with Edmund watching over you as you laying recovering

after sitting up, you questioned what happened, to which he informed you of how he saw you fall as he flew over the castle grounds. he's rescued you, brought you back and had Lucy use her healing cordial to heal your wounds

"Thank you, Edmund," you said as you felt a surge of appreciation. "I really thought I was going to die there."

"And miss out on the rest of the action? I don't think so." He gave you a little smile, which you returned.

that same day, an incident occurred within the How

Caspian, tempted by the White Witch and nearly unleashing her onto the world once more, was saved by Edmund, who plunged his sword through the ice that held her image

it shattered and Edmund turned and walked away from the scene. as you watched him go, you noted the darkened look in his eyes as a shadow fell over his face

later that night, you found yourself restless once again and like the night before last, you headed outside and toward the spot where you and Edmund had spent hours speaking with one another

when you arrived, you found Edmund there once more. subconsciously, you'd hoped you would, but seeing him there caused your heart to thump wildly nonetheless

as you approached, however, you could see something was wrong

his eyes were glazed over and he stared into the distance as though deep in thought. his expression was stony and serious, mirroring the one he'd worn earlier after the appearance of the White Witch

that's when it clicked for you

"Are you alright, Edmund?" you asked, though you already knew he wasn't

without answering or even glancing in your direction, he asked if you might sit with him

when you did, he opened up and allowed you to see a more vulnerable side to him as he told you of his experience with the Witch

you were aware of his betrayal as you knew the Pevensies Narnian history well, but hearing it from Edmund himself was entirely different

it was admirable he was able to admit his wrongdoings and acknowledge the pain he'd caused to others as a result of it, but seeing how haunted he remained by the experience, you felt your heart ache for him

without giving it much thought, you gently placed your hand on top of his

"I'm sorry you had to go through that."

his eyes, highlighted by the moonlight, gazed at you

you caught yourself, your breath becoming jammed as your heart swelled from the physical contact you'd initiated. you removed your hand, cleared your throat and changed the subject

it felt like little time passed until you returned to the How. as you walked in opposite directions to seek out your beds, you glanced over your shoulders at one another

later on, after the arrival of the Telmarine army, you waited with baited breath for the return of Edmund who had gone to negotiate a deal on behalf of Peter

he'd returned successfully with the agreed terms and helped Peter prepare for the duel against Miraz

you stood alongside the Narnians, ready for the prospect of battle, when Edmund exited the How alongside his brother

Edmund caught your eye; he offered a smile and nod of assurance and continued onward until he and Peter met with the opposition

once the Telmarines declared war - despite the agreement set beforehand - you fought alongside your comrades once more

during the battle, you and Edmund did your best to look out for one another, sniping incoming opponents and shouting the position of others that approached

even after Lucys success in reaching Aslan and the tide turning in your favour, however, there were still a handful of Telmarine soldiers that refused to surrender

one of them hurtled toward you and you engaged in a fight

you won, only to find another was hurtling toward Edmund who was already occupied by a different solider

you jumped in front of the raven haired boy and fought to protect him as best as you could

seconds later, you struck the soldier who subsequently fell to his knees. as you turned to check on Edmund, a sharp, stabbing pain erupting from your side pulled a shriek from your throat

your legs buckled beneath you and you joined your former opponent - who now lay dead - on the ground

at the sound of your distress and having disposed of his enemy, Edmund whipped around. his eyes widened as he spotted the blood seeping past your armour

leveling himself with you, Edmund carefully lifted your head and cradled it on his lap

"Don't you dare," the king warned. "Don't you dare die."

he began desperately calling out for his sister, but within seconds, you could already feel yourself slipping away

you reached up and found one of Edmunds hands and clasped it, offering a weak smile

Edmund simply shook his head in defiance of your wound. his voice strained as he softly pleaded

"Just hang on. Stay with me."

though you fought to, you were pulled into a familiar darkness

you slowly came to

stirring beneath what felt like sheets, you groaned before opening your eyes to a blinding light. after a moment of adjustment, you recognised your room from the castle. the sun beamed through the windows, illuminating the belongings you'd left behind the night you escaped with Caspian. you could hear cheers, laughter and hearty banter in the distance, as though a celebration was taking place

were you dead?

"We have to stop meeting like this," a familiar voice told you

you turned your head in its direction to discover Edmund sitting in a chair by the bed you lay on. whether he wanted to hide the relief fueling his smile or not, it was evident he could not

Edmund stood and approached you, hesitating before perching himself on the edge of your bed

"When are you going to stop with the heroics?" he asked with an arched eyebrow. though his tone was primarily teasing, you could sense a hint of seriousness within it as well

"When people aren't trying to kill you, I suppose."

"And if that isn't an option?"

"Then I guess you'll just have to keep me around."

Edmund gently brushed a strand of hair away from your eyes, shaking his head as his smile widened. he leaned toward you steadily. his lips mere inches from your own, you felt his warm breath as he spoke

"Maybe I will."

with that, he closes the distance between you

#did I start watching prince caspian with the intent of inserting the reader? no #but did ideas start popping up in my mind as to how I could? you bet #anyway I adore edmund pevensie and I would die for him #edmund pevensie x reader #edmund x reader #my writing

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⭐️What Caesar Wanted.. No, What You Wanted |Yandere Joseph x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong physical abuse (beating), threats, manipulation, child abuse, verbal abuse, emotional abuse, strong language, uncomfortable scenes, graphic murder (described in detail). 18+.

At first you felt as if it was a miracle that Joseph Joestar found you, an orphaned Zeppeli with a stand that you couldn’t control and DIO dead on your tracks. He found you and he took you in, basically adopting you as his own three years ago.. him and his wife Suzi Q.. they were all that you had. They became your parents.. the only family that you had since yours was slaughtered by one of DIO’s men.

Turns out Joseph Joestar was incredibly.. overprotective when it came to your safety. You weren’t to go to school but to be homeschooled and you never left the house without him or Suzi Q. At 16 your freedom was stripped away.. you lost everything but your life was saved. Should you be grateful though? Should you not have done it? Maybe you should tell your story, or at least the worst parts..

“The adoption papers are final Y/N, but I did not change your last time. You are still a Zeppeli and you always will be but I want you to think of Suzi and I as your family. I will take care of you,” Joseph promised as he sat next to you on his white couch, his green eyes watching you. They were soft.. soft but somehow something evil hinted behind those eyes. “But I am going to have rules- you won’t leave the house without Suzi Q or I and you will be homeschooled. You must be protected.”

You nodded your head once, not knowing what else to say. You just lost your entire family- your entire bloodline was wiped out and you almost got killed as well. He saved your life and he took you into his home.. you were only 16 years old. You had to listen to him, no matter what. You hoped that he really would protect you.

Three months later…

“I told you not to leave the house, even for a second! DIO could easily grab you and take you away!” Joseph screamed at you as soon as you entered the home from checking the mail. Hie hand came across your cheek roughly before you were pushed into the wall, your head smacking against the wooden door. “You’re grounded, you will do nothing and you won’t eat for the rest of the day!”

You dropped the mail, a sharp pain rushing through your head, “ow, fuck!” You cried out, blood dripping from your right nostril, your cheek having a deep sting. “Mr. Joestar, I was just checking the mall for you! Why are you being so cruel to me?!”

“You will call me father because that’s what I am to you now, I am your father and you will respect me as such! Don’t you ever leave this goddamned house without telling me or I will take my belt off and beat you until you can’t walk anymore!” He yelled at you, hands balling into fists as his fall fo towered over you, his bushy grey eyebrows pulled into a hard scowl. “Watch your fucking self or DIO will kill you and the entire Zeppeli bloodline will be forever lost.”

You had to remember, the Joestars and the Zeppeli’s have a rich history that was deeply rooted. Mr. Joestar fought alongside your grandfather Caesar Zeppeli. He was a close tie to your family and he was right.. if you died so did the entire Zeppeli bloodline. “Father, I am sorry and I will not do it again,” you forced yourself to say that.. but you made sure that you looked like you meant it.

“Good, you better not do it again either. I will not tolerate you acting like this- your grandfather Caesar would never allowed you to act like this.” He had you cornered against the door, his hands resting on top of yours, pressing them against the door. “Don’t make me hurt you anymore, I don’t want to hurt you but I will. I will chain you to your bed if I have to..”

You nodded your head, tears filling your eyes.. he was far for terrifying then DIO, at least with him you would just be killed. This.. this was far worse then death- this was your entire life being stripped away from you; you were a prisoner that could never escape. He let you go, satisfied that you were scared, basking off your fear as you stood shaking in it.

“Good, now go stand in the corner with your nose pressed against the wall. Hands folded behind your back.. move out that corner without me telling you and I’ll beat your ass,” he snapped, stepping back so you could move. You walked past him swiftly, burying your face in the corner of the wall that he pointed at, your hands folded behind your back. “I’ll let you know when you can leave, until then don’t say a single word.” He left the room, leaving you to stand in the corner.. leaving you to cry as blood dripped from your nose, staining your clothes.

He left you in that corner for 19 hours and made you piss yourself because he wouldn’t let you use the bathroom. Suzi Q never said a thing , she never intervened on the abuse and it destroyed you. When Joseph went away on business trips Suzi would let you leave the house and do as you pleased- it was her guilt for letting you get abused. She would clean you up and she wouldn’t let Joseph starve you but that was it.. you could tell that she was just as scared as you. You didn’t blame her.

Since you didn’t blame her she was safe, you wouldn’t cast any revenge on her and you would let her be. You did let her be.. you sometimes felt conflicted but he was the real enemy. Your grandfather that he fought alongside would be ashamed of his friend, ashamed of how he treated his granddaughter and last living relative. You held no regret in your heart for what it all ultimately led up to.. you did the world a favor.

“Just because you’re 18 now doesn’t mean I’m letting you leave my sight. You will stay by me and you will respect whatever I say,” Joseph said as you stood next to him, his hand wrapping around your arm, squeezing tightly. “I also see the way you’re looking at Polnareff and I want it to stop.. don’t get yourself hurt.” His voice was low, grip tightening to the point to where you felt sharp pain.

Tears filled your eyes as you bit down on your lip.. you knew not to scream, especially on a boat with witnesses around. He would beat you the second the two of you were alone if you spoke out and tried to call him out, he had before- he beat you bloody.

“You know what? I got something for you, you need a lesson,” he muttered as he let go of you. He grabbed your hand, leading you away to below the deck of the huge ship, despite your low sobs that begged for him to let you go. “You think since today’s your 18th birthday and I’m letting you go on this trip with me you’re grown but you aren’t. You fucking aren’t!” He yelled, pushing you into the women’s restroom, locking the door behind him. “You know what to fucking do.”

You stepped away from him, shaking your head, tears spilling from your eyes. “Please don’t make me do this, I’m sorry! I don’t think that I’m grown and I’m not checking him out, you’re mistaken! Please, I don’t want you to do this!” You cried, hands trembling as he started to unfasten his belt. You just wanted to have a peaceful 18th birthday.. why did he have to do this?

“Turn around and stay standing up straight and I won’t say it again unless you want to pick your teeth off of the fucking floor,” he snapped, clutching the leather belt in his right hand. It was folded twice, his green eyes watching you, grey eyebrows pulled into that damn scowl. “This is what Caesar would have wanted.”

You shook your head once. “What Caesar wanted.. no, what you wanted. This is what you want, you want to beat me and you want to keep me as your prisoner and since I am weaker then you you can. You’re so strong and powerful.. you’re a hero,” you said softly, causing his face to slightly soften. “But you’re 69 years old.. one day you won’t be stronger then me. One day I will get my revenge and I promise that my face will be the last thing that you will ever see. I will fucking kill you, and I will fucking enjoy doing so Joseph Joestar.” You spat on the ground, meaning the ultimate disrespect to him.

As quickly as those words came out his stand emerged, purple vines wrapping around your entire body, squeezing you tightly. “You little bitch, you’ll never have the balls to kill me. Do you have the balls to stop me now? Try and call your pathetic stand, maybe you can put a scratch on me.” He walked over to you, his hand roughly slapping your right cheek twice, his eyes wild with rage. You wanted to watch the life drain from his eyes.

You didn’t call your stand.. despite how shitty Hermit Purple was you weren’t ready to kill him. You wanted to wait until he was old, until his grandson who had the ultimate fucking stand wasn’t on this boat. Until you got over your guilt of having to kill your long and gone deceased grandfathers friend. One day.. but today is definitely not the day. You had to save Jotaro’s mother.. they weren’t bad like Joseph was- they were good, kind.

“I do this because I love you, I fucking love you as if you were my own child Y/N Zeppeli. We’re connected, and I want what’s best for you. I’m what’s best for you, I couldn’t save your grandfather but I could save you. Don’t you see? I couldn’t protect him but I can protect you!” He exclaimed suddenly, a wide smile appearing on his face despite tears filling his eyes. “I couldn’t save my best friend but I could save you.”

You shook your head once more. “I am not your child and I am not my grandfather. Joseph, you can’t replace him with me.. I am not Caesar Zeppeli, I am just his grandchild and nothing more. I will never replace him and I am so sorry for you but.. I hate you.” You finally said it.. you knew that he would hurt you but you still happy that you said it.

He spun you around, the belt repeatedly beginning to crash onto your upper and lower back at a rapid pace, whip sounds filling the air. “You ungrateful bitch, you should love me! You should love and obey me because I saved you! DIO would have saw no use in you and he would have killed you!” He screamed at you, his deep voice cracking towards the end as he continued crashing the belt onto your back, knocking the wind out of you with each hit.

You gasped out, no words being able to come out of your mouth. You wiggled violently but Hermit purple didn’t budge- the purple vines were wrapped tightly around you, being the only things that were keeping you held up. “S-stop!�� You cried out, your shirt ripping as the belt cut at your back, opening up old wounds and creating new ones. Your entire back.. he’s scarred your entire back- it started three years ago.

“I hope it hurts good and deep, learn your lesson! You will never speak to me like that again or I will cut your hand off and blame it on an enemy stand user! Don’t you ever test my patience or love for you again!” He practically roared, giving your back three more rough blows before stopping, his stand releasing you, causing you to drop to the cold bathroom floor.

Your back felt wet.. it was your blood. You knew that from experience, this wasn’t his first time but one day it would be his last. You made a vow after this beating- you would be the one to kill Joseph Joestar and you would enjoy getting your revenge. One day.. but for now you wept on a dirty bathroom floor, your blood pooling around you slowly, oozing between the cracks in the tiles. Yes.. watch me in pain Joseph Joestar, let your broad shadow cast over my shaking and bloodied body because one day I will do the same to you. I will get my revenge.

37 times.. you stabbed the old Mr. Joseph Joestar 37 times before he died. You stabbed every part of his body aside from his heart and his brain.. yes, those were the one two things you left out. At the ripe old and frail age of 79 years old Joseph Joestar sadly passed away.. sadly he burned alive in his house but thankfully his wife and adopted kid weren’t home. That’s what the news story would say.. and you would pretend to cry and grieve him.

He was the man that saved your life but he was also the one who mentally destroyed you. You would always have scars all over your body and heart but at least he was finally dead. He died a painful death and you were glad that he suffered, his begs for mercy were still running through your head. That old fuck.. he was the one to piss his pants this time.

His body was unrecognizable, stab wounds covering every part of his body. His green eyes that would always glare down at you were stabbed out until they were gone forever, his blood now staining the floor. His blood was everywhere.. his body was a shredded pile of meat and bones. He said that you would never have the balls to kill him so you brutally murdered him instead.

“I’ll see you in hell Joseph Joestar, I will fucking see you in hell,” you muttered as you grabbed the final tank of gas, pouring it all over his deformed body before you backed away, dropping the empty container to the ground. Your old bloodied clothes laid next to him, the knife already cleaned and put away. It would all burn.. every trace of evidence would burn right along with him. You lit a match, throwing it on his body before running out.. you didn’t need to watch him burn, he was already dead. You ran, you just ran and you ran and you ran.. you were free. You were finally free.

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