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debonairprincesposts · 2 days

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Absolutely loved your Lucifer x Son reader!! Can we get a part 2? Im eager to see how Charlie and the gang may react!

Hello Anon! Here’s my take on what would’ve happened in the aftermath. As requested. Wasn’t really planning on making more content relating to this Au, but here we are! This is the last one, I hope. The gang haven’t met (Name) so they won’t be included in this.

Enjoy (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

Lucifer was basically contemplating every bad decision he's ever made in his life as he stares at the face of his unconscious son.

He barely managed to save (Name)’s wing by reattaching it, but it'll take a while before it's usable again.

Coat and hat off, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair disheveled from running his fingers through it in his moment of stress.

Eyes rimmed red from crying, cheeks stained with tears as he rubbed his eyes to get rid of the heavy feeling you usually get from crying so much.

He practically started having a mental breakdown the moment he knew that (Name)’s life wasn’t in any immediate danger. It wasn’t until a few minutes ago that he finally calmed down.

Sitting on a chair next to his son's bed, Lucifer sighs as he puts his face in his hands. He hasn't told Charlie yet. He doesn't really know how he should go about explaining what happened at the palace without freaking her out.

Wounds inflicted by angelic steel take longer to heal. He doesn’t know how long it would take for (Name) to wake up. It’s been about 3 hours since the attack, and he’s been restless ever since.

Still no sign of movement from (Name) as he lays motionless on his bed. The only way Lucifer could tell that he’s even still alive is the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Running his fingers through his hair as he stood up from his chair, reaching for his phone in his pocket, he hesitated to call Charlie. He didn’t know how to disclose the situation to her. There’s no easy way of doing this. I mean- how do you go about telling your child that her brother could possibly end up in a coma after being attacked by bloodthirsty psycho angels! That’s ridiculous! Everything about this is ridiculous! He’s ridiculous! He’s literally the King of Hell! He should’ve done more to ensure the protection of his son! If he just had the time to construct a barrier around his home then maybe this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. If he hadn’t been in a hurry to go save Charlie, he would’ve given it more thought. The fact that (Name) would be left defenseless all by himself with no one to help him. It’s basically a miracle that he even managed to survive all by himself. What with his inexperience in life or death fights. What kind of father would he be if he can’t even protect his children from harm! An incompetent one, he thinks.

His hands shake as he grips his phone. Taking a deep breath, he presses on Charlie’s contact and hopes that everything goes well.

“Dad! Thank goodness you’re okay! I’ve been trying to call you ever since you left in a hurry earlier- Is everything alright?” Just hearing Charlie’s voice over the phone makes him want to cry again.

He swallows the lump in his throat, “I-I’m okay, sweetie! It’s just- uhh,” just say it dammit! That’s her brother! She needs to know! “It’s (Name). He- he’s not doing good at the moment.” He cringes at his attempt.

“What?! Is he okay?! What happened?”

“He-,” his throat felt dry as he swallowed, “the palace was attacked.”

“WHAT?! Is (Name) okay?!” Her panicked voice could be heard over the phone. He tried to breathe properly to not breakout into another panic attack. “Dad?! Why aren’t you saying anything?!! You’re scaring me!”

“He’s-,” he winces at the break in his voice before clearing his throat, “He’s okay now! I managed to get here on time before he-,” his voice cracked again as tears wells up in his eyes.

The other side of the line goes silent for a bit. Charlie most definitely heard his pathetic attempt at trying to compose himself.

He clears his throat again, “His wounds are healing. But I don’t know when he’ll wake up.” He settled with. His voice raspy from crying.

On the other side of the line, Vaggie was standing next to Charlie, comforting her as she processes the information she just received. It was just them two in the lobby. Everybody else was either out or resting in their new rooms.

“Do you need me to come over, Dad?” Charlie asks.

“No need for that, apple pie- I’ll stay here until he recovers. You need to stay at your hotel. I can handle it. Promise.”

“Okay,” she swallows, forcing back her tears, “Call me if you need to. Okay, Dad?”

“Of course. Goodbye, sweetie.”

“Bye-,” he hangs up.

“Everything okay, babe?” Asks Vaggie, “You seem pretty worried.”

“Worried? Me? Pshh- no! Not at all! I mean- it’s not like the angels attacked my Dad’s castle and put my brother in a coma!-,” Charlie rambles.

“What?!” Vaggie yells in shock, “Is he okay?”

“Dad said that he’s okay. (Name)’s just resting-,” Charlie starts pulling at her hair. “Why would they attack him! He didn’t have anything to do with any of this!”

Vaggie doesn’t say anything. She just takes Charlie by the hand and takes her to their room as Charlie continues to worry about her brother. Which is valid cuz like- (Name)’s her brother-

When they reach their room, Vaggie takes Charlie by the hand and leads to bed.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay. He’s got your father’s blood flowing through his veins, no? He’ll wake up before you know it- Trust me.”

Charlie sniffles, “You really think so?”

Vaggie nods, “I know so. Now- why don’t we rest and cuddle. We’ve had a long day. I think we deserve some rest, don’t you think?”

Vaggie then helps Charlie change into pajamas as they both lay in each other’s arms in bed.

“Feeling better?” Vaggie asks.

Charlie nods, “I just hope he wakes up soon.” As they both continue cuddling in bed.

Imma be honest y’all. This isn’t my best work. Didn’t come out as well as I’d hoped. Kinda lost motivation half way through. Not sure if you can tell. But anyway! Here’s how I thought it would go. Hope y’all like it! Stay healthy and keep hydrated! ∠(ᐛ 」∠)

Bye babes!

-DebonairPrince

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freaky-flawless · 2 years

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For the art thing, maybe take a crack at the werecat twins? Purrsephone and Meowlody are so underrated.

So true beastie

Here they are!

I was working on these in order of when they were received, but then I got this one and dropped everything I was doing. Idk why, but I love these two so much. I love how they wear the same thing, but with subtle differences to show bits of their individual personalities. It's a shame they were never expanded upon, so I'll take it upon myself to do so!

Another read more because this ended up being long.

The two of them are each other's best friends, as well as Toralei's and the three of them are extremely protective of one another. The twins don't talk a lot, and the part of reason for this is that they were born partially deaf. Besides that they are not easily trusting, and as such Toralei acts as their ears and voices. While it does annoy them when monsters mix them up, they will play up the creepy twin act by doing things like moving and talking in perfect unison, and pretending to telepathically communicate to each other.

They are both just as mischievous and trouble seeking as Toralei, though Toralei is typically the "face" of their schemes. However, Meowlody and Purrsephone are the ones to fine tune the details of their pranks while Toralei is the one to execute them. While they love the mayhem they create together, the twins are annoyed that the entire student body seems to see them as Toralei's cronies, something Toralei herself perpetuates. Its a big point of contention between them, but there's little that could break their bond

Meowlody is the older of the two, and the craftier one. She gets surprisingly good grades, and gets a kick out of starting interpersonal drama among her school mates. She has a way of finding out her peers juicy secrets, and she'll often send in anonymous tips to Spectra's blog in the hopes they'll spread. Spectra, not being one to check their validity often will take them at face value and post about them. Whenever another monster asks her how she got that information she'll just shrug and say its a secret. The two develop a weird sort of friendship, despite Spectra not knowing who her anonymous informant is.

Purrsephone is more outgoing than her sister, and she gets a kick out of causing pure chaos. Pranks that will disrupt the whole school are her favorite. Her love for chaos also manifests in a love for parties, and she'll often drag Meowlody and Toralei out to them, especially if Holt Hyde is gonna be there. Purrsephone has a killer crush on Holt, but given that he's not around much, she never gets the chance to act on it. As such she has an intense dislike for anyone else who seems to have romantic feelings for him, past of present. (She is... not fond of Frankie to say the least) This also leads to her harassing Jackson by playing obnoxious music around him to summon Holt, which greatly disrupts both of their schedules.

Overall the entire student body is quite wary of them, which is exactly how they want it to be.

Bonus Toralei because I wanted to redraw her, and also see how the three of them looked together.

#monster high #monster high fanart #meowlody and purrsephone #toralei stripe #id in alt #and let me tell you it was very confusing to write #fighting for my life trying to make it as clear as possible and im not sure i succeeded #took me two days to write all this out #more time than it took to actually draw them #well not tori i struggled with her #also hissfits reference cuz thats the one thing about gen 3 i like #i wish they looked more cohesive #but i wanted them to me more glam punk while toralei is more grunge punk #also do my read mores work??#i cant really tell on my end #my art #sabz art

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dearreader · 1 month

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k so i made this poll awhile ago to answer my question on if people would rather spend a date with a swiftie or an anti-swiftie (someone who hates her and devotes their life to hating on her). i mentioned i didn’t have the spoons to handle it being longer than a day and know it was going to be biased as it would start in my circle and would work it’s way out, so i wanted to do a longer poll when i had the energy to handle a week long poll like that. (i’m assuming when i post this, as i’m pre making it, i’ll be in recovery from my nose surgery since i’ll be stuck at home a week so i’ll have more time to monitor and look at the tags)

so nows the time, but i’m going to addendum the question a bit:

*some extra things that came up on the original poll i didn’t elaborate on fully that i want to make clear:

- you don’t get a say in what type of swiftie you get. assume that you’re going to be spending the evening with someone who massively loves her and her music and wants to discuss it. they’ll talk about songs, their favorite lines and meanings, symbolism behind the reputation album, etc.

- YOU MUST TALK ABOUT TAYLOR SWIFT. even if it’s the anti-swiftie you must talk about her. i understand the sentiment people made on her not coming up, and that’s valid, but that’s not the question i’m asking. YOU HAVE TO SPEND THE EVENING WITH SOMEONE WHOS GOING TO TALK ABOUT TAYLOR SWIFT NONSTOP, WILL IT BE THE LOVER OR HATER?

- im just trying to gather a general consensus on this and want to get data from a lot of people which means this is going to end up on people’s blogs who probably hate swifties and are annoyed by them. that’s okay as that’s the point of my question. but if you’re going to go off in the tags about how much you hate her or hate swifties and be an asshole about it im blocking you. you can just simple say “i hate her/i hate swifties” and don’t need to elaborate. you don’t need to sit in the tags going off on how much you hate her and trying to “defend” yourself from swifties. i just want an answer to the question.

- ALSO, this is not an open poll to go harass anyone in general. if you are a swiftie and see an hater in the tags and wanna fight DON’T FUCKING DO IT. just block and go read/watch your favorite media and think of blorbos kissing or whatever, but DO NOT SEND HATE OR HARASS ANYONE.

the hypothesis im trying to prove is that people in general would much rather spend an evening with someone that is going to talk about something they love all night vs someone who will spend the evening talking about something they hate. i want to gather as much data as possible to get a good consensus and if you go and be an asshole to someone because of their tags on this poll, either side of the swiftie to anti-swiftie spectrum, your disproving the point. if you see tags you don’t like just simply block and carry on. understand? k good.

- in general this is not meant to be a very serious or heavy question. it’s meant to just let me pick people’s brains and see what they’d want to do. i just want to get my results and go. just vote, drop your opinion in the tags, and go.

- also, this last part is silly and not at all related to my data, but since i’m forcing you on a dinner date i’ll at least let you pick the restaurant and food you have. so if you could also say what restaurant/food choice you’d want and what you’d want to order i’d love to hear it. sky’s the limit here. go nutz or even very specific on what you’d want to eat. i am trying to learn to cook and don’t know a lot of recipes or different food types, so i’m hoping this will give me a bigger idea of what food is out there to make. (this question is not meant to be a way to stick it to anyone or for you to go “i’ll go to a shitty ass restaurant and take a swiftie/anti-swiftie and make them eat garbage 🤪”, it’s just a fun question to give people something positive to add to the poll if they want. AGAIN IF YOUR GOING TO BE AN ASSHOLE ILL BLOCK YOU.)

- i’m going to be annoying and ask that you reblog for a wider sample size and such, if you don’t want to that’s fine, but i’m going to be polite and ask you nicely.

that should be everything, thank you for reading my long ass list and voting in this poll. i hope you have a good day and such.

#kelly babels #polls #taylor swift

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cafedanslanuit · 1 year

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i think i got an ex but i forgot him + isagi, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, sae, rin, reo & nagi

♡ — tags/warnings: gn reader + no pronouns, a bit of drama because the topic is exes after all but it's not angst, pettiness, jealousy, slightly unhealthy coping mechanisms but nothing too tw

♡ — a/n: aaaaa this is my first blue lock hcs, i think! i was going to post another one first but this came to me suddenly so here you go <3 hope u enjoy it!

♡ — masterlist

ISAGI ― i... im sorry but he’s the type to ask you to reconsider the break up, whether it ended badly or not, no matter who was in the wrong. you see, he has a plan on how you can really make it work this time around! it only works if you carefully follow these steps and new guidelines, of course. worse part is it actually makes sense, and you could foresee a better relationship you got along with his plan. he's pretty convincing so you might take him up on that idea. however, if you don’t, he will accept it and try his best to move on, which is focusing intensely on his training to try to keep his mind away from you.

BACHIRA ― tries to be friends. just because the relationship didn't work out, it doesn't mean you can't still spend time together as friends, right? friends go on dates sometimes, all friendly, of course! nothing wrong with a couple of friends staying in for a movie night, cuddling, or sharing dessert in a nice little cafe. if he takes your hand, it’s only out of security, so please don’t think he has any ulterior motives! …anyway, it takes him some time to adjust to the new reality of your relationship but still, he will try his best to support you as much as he did when he was your boyfriend. if it ended badly, he'll still try to be as friendly as possible, but a couple of snarky remarks may fall from his lips without him being able to do anything about it.

KUNIGAMI ― he’s very respectful about the whole ordeal. after everything is said and done, he texts you a couple of times days later, genuinely asking how you're doing and it’s very clear he cares about your answer. if you need anything from him, he will offer his help, no questions asked and no retribution needed. after all, he still cares about you, even if it didn’t work out between you too. if the relationship ended badly, he will still be very respectful towards you but try his best to avoid you. a nod and a greeting is all you will get because, soon enough, he will pretend someone is calling him and he’ll go his own way.

CHIGIRI ― for a good couple of months, he’s going to be very uncomfortable around you. what haunts him the most is how difficult it is to get used to the change of dynamics between the two of you; now he’s not sure on how to act or what he’s allowed or not allowed to say anymore. if it ended badly, it's very likely you'll be on the receiving end of some ill quips and snarky comments about you, hitting you just where it hurts. he'll deliver them with the most unamused face, his eyebrow slightly raising as he waits-- no, as he almost invites you to take him on the fight. and if you do, be ready to lose.

SAE ― the moment you decide to call it quits, he completely walks out of your life. from that moment on, you won't hear from him ever again. doesn't matter how fast you check your phone after you've said your goodbyes, you're blocked on all social media platforms, both public and private. to make things worse, your shared google photos album is gone and you're even banned on the official *team* account. hell, he’ll even report the photos of the two of you together so they’re taken down from your account too. doesn't matter if it ended on good and bad terms, only time you'll ever see him again is on a promotional ad for his soccer team on the street or something alike. if he’s asked about you on interviews, he’ll only say it’s not “relevant” and ask for the next question.

RIN ― like his brother, he doesn't take it well either. he's the type to go through your social media at least once a day to see if you posted anything new, and if there's any nrw information he can get from it. so far, he's learnt you've been going out clubbing more often and that you've had a pizza date with one of your friends. he recognized them because on the photo, he could see they were wearing a ring, same ring that shows up on a photo of you too circa 2015. if you have an anonymous questions social media, he miiiight ask you on anon why did you break up with him. only for fun, it's not like he truly cares about your life, evidently. all of this happens while he ignores your greetings in person, feigning he doesn't hear you. you'd never catch him yearning to have you back, and he's gonna make sure of that.

REO ― new year, new model, baby. the best way to get over someone is to get someone else-- at least for him. he might’ve begged you for another chance at first, but once you make him understand you’re truly done, he lets his petty side come out. a couple of days after your final talk, you will have a front-row seat to mysterious instagram stories featuring two drinks, another one with two movie tickets and, of course, a photo taken from the passenger seat of himself driving one of his fancier cars. the way his forearms flex underneath his expensive shirt really gives the photo the edge it needed. but, is he truly dating someone else? probably not. but he’s going to spend every resource he had to make you think he’s replaced you. even if this may all seem unnecesarily mean, he's also the quickest to agree if you ever want to try again. whisper sweet words close to his ear and he's back to his righteous place by your side in no time.

NAGI ― it’s heartbreaking how he acts like he couldn’t care less about your breakup. it seems like the heart-to-heart conversation that ended in you sobbing against his chest while he stroke your back in silence never happened, because when you see him a couple of days later, he raises a hand and greets you, just like he would any other day. to nagi, he’s taken the best decision and is acting the best in an already shitty situation, whether the breakup was amicable or not. he really doesn't want to waste his time in pettiness and resentment, especially after getting to love you for as long as he did. however, his actions may unadventerly hurt you and give you a false image on what’s going on in his heart.

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dinoace2 · 5 months

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I had a cute little story idea so you all must deal with my sappy ass

This one's just some sweet short astarion comfort fluff bc I need more of that in my life

(AFaB Tav, referred to as She/Her, mention of periods. 575 words)

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They were more or less together at this point, mutual pining and spending all their time with one another, though neither said it aloud. Tav let him feed on her neck whenever he needed, though he would only do so if she offered first. This was rarely an issue, however, since she had a tendency to make this offer on a daily basis.

Lately, though, she hadn't. For the last several days, whenever the party retreated to their camp for some much-needed rest, Tav would immediately go straight to her tent and lay down.

Astarion paced outside of her tent, wondering whether or not to ask about it. Was she upset with him? Did he do something wrong? Was she finally fed up with him? No, no, that couldn't be it. Right?

After fighting with himself for a while, he slowly poked his head in, seeing Tav curled up around a pillow, her back to him. "Hello, darling...I just wanted to check in on you. Is everything alright?"

She paused, a low grumble in her throat. "...yeah. just been...I dunno...a bit extra tired. I'm okay."

That didn't sound okay. Tav was usually so strong, so energetic...this definitely wasn't normal.

He cleared his throat. "...does this, perhaps...have anything to do with my, ah...lack of feeding these last few days?" He paused, then shook his head quickly. "I-i would like to be clear, I'm not asking for it at the moment! I was simply...inquiring. Trying to gain an understanding, that's all." He chuckled. "Youre the one who always insists upon honesty and 'no more secrets', after all."

Tav paused then let out a long sigh, sitting up and giving the poor, strangled pillow a break. "...Sorry. I....its really rather silly...perhaps almost selfish..." she turned around, looking up at him from where she sat. "As much as I'd love to share right now, I've been losing enough blood as it is...im not sure it'd end well if I were to give up more."

Losing blood? His face paled, somehow more than usual. Was she injured? She didn't look hurt. He ransacked his memory to try and figure out when or where she could have taken such a hit, all the while looking her up and down for any physical signs of pain.

"I...oh dear...uh...if I may ask, what happened, darling? When did you get hurt? Did you fall? Did someone stab you? Who do I need to hunt down?"

Tav was quiet for a moment then let out a soft chuckle. "Im fine, Astarion...really, it's okay."

She...wasn't hurt? Then why was she...

...Oh.

Oh.

His cheeks flushed as bright as his eyes and he was quick to her side, pulling her into his arms. "Darling, why didn't you say so? I absolutely would have understood. You didn't have to hide that from me." He chuckled. "If anyone here knew a thing or two about blood, it would be me, don't you think?"

His comment drew a giggle from the tired warrior in his arms, and she snuggled up. "Thank you, Astarion."

The following days, the rest of the party noticed that Astarion was especially doting on Tav, (or at least more than usual,) being extra snuggly and, in some particular occasions, downright spoiling her. Despite her insistence that it wasn't a big deal, and he really didn't have to go so far, he was incredibly stubborn to ensure that his darling was as comfortable and happy as possible.

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Idk how to end it so

Thanks for reading! :]

#bg3 #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #astarion bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 fic #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 tav #baldurs gate tav #tav #cute fluff #astarion fluff

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myhairpintrigger · 10 months

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Can I request something where fem reader maybe has a very unusual ability and everyone fears her except for Aleksander who finds her fascinating, and he trains her annd saves her from ridicule amongst other Grisha? Ambiguous ending, maybe two parts??

hi im so sorry I have been so awol... I've been so busy and such. but i love this request and I love u anon and I love literally everyone who comes across my work. MWAH big kisses for you all.

word count: 5.2k

warnings: mentions of blood I think.. nothing really

Fascination (Aleksander Morozova x fem!reader)

Life had altogether not been very kind to you.

Every wayward turn and harsh awakening in your life had brought you to this very moment.

Your arms were held tightly at your sides by two very tall and very strong Corporalki in red. You’d given up on fighting them off; it was clear they-and you- weren’t going anywhere. You let them drag you roughly towards a large tent, settled amongst other smaller tents and small stands and groups of soldiers. You sniffled quietly and turned your head down to your shoulder to try and rub tears off of your face against your cloak.

A particularly hard shove was given to you just as you reached the opening of the large tent, and you stumbled forward, almost falling to your knees. You would have fallen, if the two men at your side weren’t still holding you, leaving you to partially dangle from their grip before you had to stand back up weakly. You had only just gotten back to your feet before you were pushed down to the ground and released. You caught yourself on your hands and you let out a quiet whimper as the gravel ground dug into your palms. You kept your head down for a moment, staring at the dirt, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

Eventually, you had the nerve to lift your head, and you wished you’d kept it down. A handful of Grisha in colorful keftas stood around a table and stared down at you with something between disgust and disappointment.

And then there was him.

Clothed in all black save for the little peek of red around his collar, stood The Darkling. The Grisha’s very own general.

He looked down at you quizzically, as if you were a puzzle he was yet to finish putting together. No one spoke for a long time. Or perhaps it wasn’t a long time. You weren’t sure, time seemed to be passing so slowly that you could count your heartbeats comfortably without rush.

“What is this?”

His voice was dark and it made you look away from him, though you could tell he hadn’t looked away from you.

“The deserter, Sir. The Siphoner.” Someone answered, and you assumed it was one of the hulking men behind you.

“I can see that. Where?” He asked. His voice was eerily emotionless, commanding silence and respect from everyone in the room. It practically made you shiver.

“Attempting to get across the Shu Han border. An informant found her and subdued her until we arrived.”

The memory made you wince. Being held in a cellar for days with your hands bound apart from one another in the freezing cold.

It wasn’t like your hands would’ve been of use anyway. You needed your own powers to do that.

That of which, you lacked.

You could only siphon through contact and emulate for a short period of time. If you were to touch an Inferni, you could be called an Inferni for a little while. Same with Heartrender, Squaller, Healer, all of it.

When you were tested as a child, you had clearly tested positive. Your parents had been elated, thrilled that you’d been gifted. Not many parents thought that way, you’d come to realize. From there, you’d been whisked away to train, to advance your abilities. The odd thing was, it didn’t seem like you had any.

It slowly became evident, though, that you were simply using other’s powers around you. You would hold your friend’s hand and shortly after be able to do what they could.

It was rare, they said, but not impossible.

They also claimed it to be dangerous.

You were labeled to be dangerous.

Really you weren’t, at least, you didn’t think so.

After this had become known, no one hardly ever wanted to be around you, and it was like that for years and years until you were enlisted to join The Second Army as a healer. Sometimes. When other healers were willing to let you use their powers. It wasn’t as often as you might think, though. Apparently the process was tiring and painful, though you’d never felt a thing.

Eventually it had become all too much. The loneliness, the constant ridicule, their constant disdainful stares.

So you ran. And you had made it nearly. You’d been away for months, hiding away from and avoiding anyone who might turn you in.

Gravel crunched under a pair of black boots and you lifted your eyes just slightly, pulling yourself back to the present moment.

“Look at me, girl.”

The Darkling’s voice chilled you to the bone and you didn’t dare disobey him. You slowly lifted your head to look up at him and he was already staring down at you. He eyed you as if you were a marvel, a creature walking around with two heads. Curiously, fascinated.

Slowly, like a predator engaging its prey, The Darkling crouched down in front of you and grabbed your chin. He searched your face as if he had to be sure you looked the part.

Maybe you did.

Your face was dirty and tear streaked, and your hair was askew. Your clothes were a sight to see, as well, covered in dirt and tears. All in all, you looked exactly like you’d been running for months.

“Clear the tent. I will question her alone.” He said suddenly and let go of your chin. He stood up and you felt as if you could breathe properly again now that he was no longer touching you. Everyone slowly filed out of his tent and you stayed on the ground, either too weak or too afraid to rise up to your feet.

When it was only the two of you left in the tent, you slowly willed yourself to look up at him as he still stood over you. You were hardly surprised to see him staring down at you still, his gaze unwavering and hard.

“Can you stand on your own?” He asked, nodding down at you.

You couldn’t find your voice, but you laid your hands flat on the ground and shakily pushed yourself up. You stumbled forward a bit and prepared to crash back down to the ground, but The Darkling had reached out and grabbed your upper arms, steadying you enough to regain your balance and stand.

Now he was fully able to take you in. He looked you up and down and studied your tattered clothes and your frail stature and he folded his arms over his chest.

“Are you mute?” He asked sharply and you simply shook your head in reply.

You didn’t dare look into his eyes again. You were terrified already, and looking into his eyes gave you the feeling that you were staring right into a vision of your own death.

“Y/n L/n. You are being accused of deserting, not to mention you are known to hold an odd little ability that could be fatal to your fellow Grisha. You can stay silent, that is fine by me, but if I were you, I’d start explaining yourself quickly.” He stated grimly.

You clutched your hands together nervously and you opened your mouth, a very quiet whine escaping your lips.

“Am I to be killed?” You had meant for it to sound more casual; stronger. Instead your voice wavered and your bottom lip trembled.

“You are not.”

You weren’t sure if you were relieved to hear him say that or not.

You gave him a little nod and he reached out and grabbed your shoulders, none too gently, at that. You winced a little and shied away from him as much as you could in his grip.

“Answer my questions truthfully and you will not be punished as a deserter. You will not evade punishment entirely, but I will make sure you receive nothing too harsh.”

You gave him a shaky nod and wondered what he meant by ‘nothing too harsh’.

“You ran. Why?” He asked and then he released your shoulders, leaving you to sway just a bit.

“I just…” burning tears of shame gathered in your eyes and you looked down to the ground and you bit the inside of your cheek, “…I was so tired of being alone here. Everyone avoids me, as if I’m a disease, and when they don’t, they’re often times cruel. I don’t have anything or anyone keeping me here, why is it a crime that I ran? It is not like anyone wants me here, much less you.” You stated and finally looked up at him.

With your head upright, the tears spilled out of your eyes and down your cheeks, and you turned your head away from him, looking off to the side of the tent. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even move. You wanted to look at him, to see if there was an indication of what he might say or do next, but you kept your eyes away from him.

You sniffled a few times and brought your filthy sleeve up to your face to wipe it, but a hand on your wrist stopped you.

“Don’t. Your clothes are filthy.” He said, almost as if he were correcting a child. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief and pressed it into your palm and gave you a nod.

You stared down at it as if it might grow a mouth and some teeth, but after moment you slowly lifted it up to your face and dabbed your eyes with it. You reached out shakily and offered the handkerchief back to him, but he shook his head.

“No. Keep it. You’ll likely need it more than I.” He replied and you nodded once, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

There was more silence and you shifted your eyes downwards to your shoes. You didn’t need to look up to know that his eyes were on you.

“Siphon from me.” He suddenly commanded, and this had you widening your eyes and turning to look at him.

“No, Sir, I have been given strict orders to never siphon, it’s not natural, it’s an abomination of the Small Science.” You protested but he simply shook his head.

“I am in charge, and I order you to. Clearly it’s natural enough. You were born with it. You weren’t the first and you won’t be the last. You’re just very, very rare. Now, do as I say, and siphon from me.” He commanded once more, his tone authoritative.

You eyed him very cautiously and then you raised your hand up away from your side. Your hand visibly shook as you moved it towards his, and he seemed to get the idea, because he lifted his own hand and moved it towards you. You gave him a little nod and then wrapped your hand delicately around his wrist. His skin was smooth and cold under your touch and you fought back a chill. He just felt like one of the shadows he could summon.

Slowly, you began to draw his power into your own grasp, and you closed your eyes, focusing on the connection between the two of you now, the ebb and the flow of energy from his wrist to your hand. He stood as still as a statue, and after just a moment, you let go of his wrist and pulled your hand back to your side.

You looked up at him as he rolled his wrist a bit and flexed his hand, staring at his skin. You almost expected something to be on it, but it was as flawless as it had been prior.

“That’s all?” He asked and then raised his eyebrow, “You could have taken enough to overpower me and leave the camp and escape. Why didn’t you?” He demanded.

You blinked in confusion, taking a half step back. He was right, you could have. But you didn’t want to. Why didn’t you want to?

“I don’t know, Sir.” You answered timidly and wrung your hands together nervously.

“I do.” He replied.

You looked at him curiously and then he gave you a smile.

It wasn’t a nice smile. It was a cold, ostentatious smile.

“Despite being lonely, you don’t want to be truly alone.”

The ride back to the Little Palace was a very uncomfortable one.

You’d been cleaned up after your meeting with The Darkling. He’d demanded that someone clean you up properly and get you in some clothes that weren’t in ruins. Once you’d been put back together, you sat quietly in his tent before he came back and told you that he was taking you back to the Little Palace. He did not give you a reason as to why, but he did assure you that you were not going to be punished.

You sat in a carriage with one other Grisha now. He wore a purple kefta and his short brown hair sat on his head messily, falling into his face and around his eyes. He hadn’t spoken more than two words to you, but you didn’t feel any sort of contempt in the way he acted. He quietly read from a book across from you, and you pulled your legs up with you on the seat.

You didn’t have a kefta, so instead you’d been given a long grey coat and a tan fur cloak to keep yourself warm in. You absentmindedly picked at your already torn up cuticles and you heard a little sigh from the man in front of you.

“Stop. You’ll make yourself bleed and you’re going to hurt yourself.” He stated and you looked up at him. His book laid in his lap and he was now looking at you, or specifically, your hands.

“It’s a bad habit.” You answered and looked down at your lap.

“It is a bad habit, indeed. So I think you should stop. Before you pick your fingers raw.” His tone had a hint of concern in it that you hadn’t heard directed at you for quite a long time, and it was enough to bring your eyes up to his.

“Well, that’s kind of the point of it being a habit. I can’t really stop.”

“You can. You just have to commit to it mentally.” He argued and then closed his book, setting it aside next to his leg on the seat.

“I don’t think I have any of my wits about me mentally, so I guess I’ll just have to attempt breaking this habit at a different time.” You said with a very dry chuckle.

The man flashed a sad little smile at you and then he shook his head.

“Does anyone have their wits about them, really?” He asked and then looked around the carriage briefly before settling his gaze back on you.

You shrugged at the man and then he leaned forward and offered you his hand.

“I am David.” He introduced himself to you, and you blinked a few times.

If he noticed your hesitancy, he didn’t move back or make it known. Instead, he kept his hand patiently in front of you until you reached out to grab onto it gently, giving it a light shake.

“I’m y/n.” You finally said in return.

David seemed to be pleased with your interaction, because when you two pulled your hands away, he gave you a kind smile and then picked up his book again.

“You aren’t in trouble, you know,” David began and then opened up the book once more, “The Darkling wants you at the Little Palace so that he can keep an eye on you. Your safety was no priority at the camp. He didn’t like that very much.” He finished and then buried his nose back in the book.

David’s words took you by surprise and you blinked a few times, “What do you mean by that?” You asked and eyed the man in front of you.

“I mean exactly what I said.”

“Yeah, but I don’t get it. Why does my safety matter enough to bring me to the Little Palace?” You asked, confusedly. The Darkling shouldn’t care about your safety. You’d met him for the first time only eight hours or more ago, and it wasn’t an overall pleasant meeting, and he received you with little to no kindness.

“Well, you are a Siphoner? Are you not? You can be utilized quite effectively with proper training.” He responded in a monotone, not bothering to look up from his book.

You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest like an indignant child.

“You’re mistaken. Trust me. I’ve been told otherwise my entire life.” You stated.

This pulled his attention away from his book and he glanced up at you briefly.

“Then you have simply been surrounded by people who don’t understand the use of power.” He replied and then gave you an awkward little smile.

You didn’t reply to him after he said this, you simply sat back and leaned your head against the wall. You hadn’t realized just how exhausted you were until you were in the carriage, and your eyes now felt heavy and you could feel your surroundings start to feel only half there. You pulled your arms underneath the thick cloak and you let your eyes fall closed, unable to escape the grasp of sleep that pulled you deep beneath its depths.

Days had passed, days mostly spent sleeping and having short and quiet conversations with David. You didn’t realize just how tired you were until you had gotten a taste of sleep. Real sleep. Not just little naps while you were on the run. Days of waiting were not in vain, though, because the second the carriage rolled up in front of the Little Palace, you felt a bit of relief. Now you could sleep in a bed, at the very least.

The doors opened to the carriage and a tall man, clothed in a bright red kefta motioned for you to get out of the carriage. You carefully clambered out with David following silently behind you and you stood awkwardly at the foot of the steps that led up into the palace.

A hand pressed itself into your lower back and you spun around to see the Darkling standing at your side. His shoulders were squared properly and his face was as cold and emotionless as stone, eyes reflecting the same expression. He glanced down at you and began to gently lead you up the steps, bringing you into the palace.

“You have been asleep each time I have come to check on you.” He remarked as the two of you moved down a grandiose hallway. His tone was not accusatory, nor was it annoyed. If anything, he was slightly amused.

“Well, I don’t think I’ve had a secure situation to sleep in for the last three months so this has been nice.” You replied quietly and looked down at your feet as the two of you walked.

He hummed and let out a small chuckle, “Secure situation? Meaning…?”

“Meaning your soldiers have been hunting me down for three months and I haven’t had a moment where I haven’t needed to watch my back.” You replied, your tone clipped. You instantly regretted it, too.

He didn’t say anything for a moment and then he tapped your back just once, and you could barely feel it through your cloak, “Well, you are the one that decided to run. Though you have my apologies for the rough treatment leading up to when you came to me for the first time. Is that a fair trade?” He asked, a thin, forced smile playing upon his lips.

You studied his face for a moment and felt your mouth go dry. Of course you’d looked at him before but it’s as if this was the first time you were really seeing him. His dark eyes stole the breath right out of your lungs. His face was chiseled by the hands of saints and his skin was flawless. You blinked a few times while you stared at him and then you let out a quiet scoff.

“An apology, while unexpected, isn’t that fair all things considering.” You replied and then pressed your lips together tightly.

The two of you came to a door that was across from a set of double doors and he pushed it open, nudging you inside with the hand that was against your lower back. You looked around the room that he’d led you into and you gave an approving nod. There was a large, four poster bed with a canopy and cream colored sheets and beautiful furniture made of deep, rich woods. A bouquet of wildflowers sat in a vase atop a the vanity and you turned to look up at The Darkling.

“I hope your quarters are suitable.” He murmured as you took a step away from him.

“They’ll do just fine.” You replied and then rubbed your eyes a few times, still exhausted from your journey.

You felt a hand on your back again and you slowly turned your head around to see him peering down at you.

“You can rest here. Without fear of being hunted.”

“It’s persecution I fear now.”

He was silent for a moment and then he let out a small sigh, shaking his head just once.

“I will not allow anyone to speak down to you. You are Grisha, whether your talent is rare or not.” He finally said.

“Me being Grisha changed nothing before.”

“Well it changes everything now.” He said sternly.

“Why? Why are you being… so benevolent?” You asked and then raised your eyebrows, “I’ve spent my entire life being ostracized, persecuted, belittled… all because of this ability I have. And you’re telling me that you never once even heard about me until I ran ? I know that’s a lie. Why am I important now?” You demanded and then made the mistake of locking eyes with him.

He didn’t say anything for a long time. Instead he kept his eyes on yours unyieldingly. He didn’t let up on his gaze for a while, and when he finally did, you felt a weight lifted off of your shoulders.

“You’ve always been important. I just never knew to what extent until now. You are of great help to me and I’d like to train you according to your gifts. My sincerest apologies for not being more diligent when it came to your treatment.”

His voice was low and it demanded your attention. Demanded your reverence.

“I’d like to sleep.” You whispered, shying away from his burning stare, boring into your face like hot coals.

“Of course.”

His voice was as smooth as silk now as he moved away from you and in a few fluid, almost melodic steps, moved towards your bed. He pulled the covers back and motioned towards it, turning his head back towards you. You eyed him cautiously before you kicked off your boots and shrugged off your cloak, leaving them to be the only mess on the pristine hardwood floors. You made your way to the bed and climbed onto it, laying on your side so that you didn’t have to look up into his eyes again.

He tucked the blankets around your shoulders and then he let out a quiet chuckle; nervousness overcame you like a disease.

“You are afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” You protested before you could even think.

“I make you nervous.”

“Don’t you think you make everyone nervous?”

“Not everyone.”

“You’re wrong.”

He thought for a moment after you spoke and then he moved away from your bedside and walked towards the door.

“Get some sleep, y/n. Come find me when you wake.” He commanded, though his tone was light; nearly on the cusp of gentle.

As he left the room, you were left with the parting gift of sudden silence. You stared at the wall from your position on the bed and your mind ran wild. What if no one liked you here? What if things were the same? You didn’t want to go back to being alone, and you didn’t want to keep feeling alone. Then of course, there was the Darkling, who was mysterious and ambiguous in all endeavors, who all but promised you that you’d not be lonely. You doubted that highly.

Though his presence wasn’t overall unpleasant, the air around him was thick and filled you with an odd nervousness. Perhaps it was the fact that he was so regal and matter-of-fact; stone cold. Or maybe, it was how beautiful he was. You didn’t expect him to be so breathtaking, though you’d heard before that the Shadow Summoner was a sight to see.

Whatever it was, it didn’t allow you much sleep.

“You’re not very good at focusing.” The Darkling remarked as you drummed your fingers against your upper arm.

“I can focus when I’m intrigued.” You stated quietly and twirled a bit of your hair around your finger.

“Then we will go again. And again. And again until you’re ‘intrigued’.”

He was referring to using his power. Power that you’d siphoned from him. He’d been training you- or trying to- for days now. Trying to get you to use what you’d siphoned. It had been easy with other powers. Normal powers. For some reason though, it was much harder to utilize what you’d taken from The Darkling. Nothing seemed to be working, and you were growing bored and frustrated.

You looked up at him as he stood above you while you sat at his desk and you folded your arms over your chest in an insolent fashion.

“I’m tired and this is getting old. I can’t do it obviously.” You huffed and he let out a quiet groan.

“You wondered why you had no friends before and I can answer that for you right now.” He snapped, and you looked up at him, shocked.

“Excuse me?”

You could tell that he regretted it by the way his face twitched and softened and he let out a sigh, “It’s this damned attitude of yours.” He mumbled, “You’re so negative.”

“Right.” You snapped back at him and then turned your head so that he was no longer in your view, “And by the way, I have nothing to be positive about. Deal with the negativity.” You said, irritatedly.

His hand laid itself on your shoulder and you heard him sigh, “I know this is arduous work. But you can do it, you know.” He murmured, gently rubbing your shoulder back and forth.

You slowly turned your head to gaze up at him and you shook your head once, “I would’ve done it by now.” You muttered and then leaned your elbows down against his desk.

He pulled his hand away from your shoulder and he reached out and extended it towards you, palm up.

You stared at his hand confusedly and he wagged his fingers just slightly.

He wanted you to take his hand.

You eyed him cautiously and looked him up and down for just a moment before you shifted a bit and laid your hand gingerly in his own. His slender fingers clasped your hand gently and he looked down into your eyes with an almost eager stare.

“Try now.” He ordered, tone soft.

You looked him up and down before you eyed your joined hands and then you shook your head, “How is this supposed to help?” You asked quietly, but he didn’t answer.

His answer came as a feeling, as if his touch was tugging at something within you, that started in your fingers. Only as a tingle. Then, slowly, it spread up your arms and through your entire body. It was electric, it was empowering, and before you knew it, wisps of shadow were rolling off of your fingertips. Slowly at first, but soon it became more rapid, and the shadows grew larger, and larger, and you gasped. You went to push even more shadows out through your fingers, when the Darkling pulled his hand away from yours and looked down at you as if you’d stolen his very breath away from his lips.

A strange look settled behind his dark eyes and he reached up to take your face in his hand, holding it by your jaw. Gently, he turned your head side to side as if he were examining a rare stone and then he shook his head. Curiously, he brushed his thumb against your jawline and then he let you go.

“You’re a marvel.” He spoke reverently, his eyes staring down into yours.

“I hardly think-“

“No. Don’t argue with me. You could be anything. Everything. You’re dangerous.”

You blinked a couple of times and then you shook your head, your hand traveling up to your face, fingers brushing against the spot that he’d just held, “What was that?” You asked and then held your hand up, wiggling your fingers.

He took your hand in his and examined it closely, as if it was the most unusual thing he’d ever seen in his entire life.

Finally, he let your hand go after a few moments and he looked down at your face, a little smile playing on his lips, “Have you heard of amplifiers?”

“Of course I have.” You retorted, lowering your hand down into your lap.

He gave you a little nod, but said nothing further before he just shrugged and sat down on the corner of his desk, looking down at you. You sighed, exasperated. Oftentimes, the Darkling left you with more questions than answers. You came to the realization that this was simply one of those times. You slowly rose from the chair you sat in and you smoothed down your grey kefta and cleared your throat.

“It’s getting late, sir.” You remarked, doing all that you could to evade his gaze, even if you still felt it on you like a thousand suns.

“Indeed.” Was all he said as he continued to sear you with his stare.

“Your staring is creepy, you know.” You drawled, drumming your fingers on the sides of your kefta.

A little laugh fell from his lips and you had to make sure you heard him correctly. You looked up at him, surprised, to see him smiling down at you as if you were the most amusing thing in the world to him.

“You fascinate me, that’s all, miss y/n.” He said, a playfully lilt in his normally stern tone.

“Never been told that before.”

“Perhaps you should get used to hearing it.”

Perhaps you would.

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #aleksander morozova imagine #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova x reader #the darkling x you #the darkling x reader #the darkling imagine #the darkling imagine #the darkling #general kirigan imagine #general kirigan x reader #general kirigan #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes imagine

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rioviaa · 9 months

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so I finally obtained the last memory for the captured memories quest. therefore I now have all 17 of them. complete. And I just want to jump in here for a second and just. Scream. Cry. Drop to my knees in the middle of a Walmart and die (like link hahaha too soon ueue) sooo..

his tattered clothing. the stains that are most likely mixed with wet dirt and dried blood. the clear exhaustion in his posture by holding on with the scarce amount of strength he has left. the way he forcefully lifts himself up with every last ounce of strength for the sake of protecting her. even if it costs his life. he stands before her. before the danger. becomes her shield. after months of standing behind her as her personal knight.

and just the guttural scream she let out here was just. wow. she refuses to stand behind. to stay behind. all her friends are gone. and in her mind she blames herself for it all. for being left behind from all the champions’ progress. from his progress. but no more. now she stands before him. shields him. she will not allow another one of her friends to fall due to her incompetence. no more.

listen. imagine seeing the stoic but kind knight who always protected you from harms way before thinking of his own safety. that has stayed by your side even during your worst tempers and sorrows. fallen. the rain falling on his battered clothing and soaking them beyond repair. the raindrops on his cheek and hair making the died blood and dirt smudging his features more, his hair damp and tangled. the master sword in an almost painful grip as if it were his lifeline. and it was.

gods this shot. this one right here. his grip never loosens. but his breaths stagger. his heart slows. the exhaustion of fighting for not only your life but most importantly her life from evening to midnight. a cruel way to loose oneself is by the fate of saving the lives of hundreds in exchange for your own demise while doing so. but he simply must make sure she is safe. must look into her eyes at least once before he feels his eyes give to the very darkness he gave his entire life to destroy. and my god i can’t imagine how Zelda must feel. to loose her last and only hope. but to also loose a friend she had learned to cherish along the way. Now left desperately searching for any ounce of life left inside his lithe body with her hands and sobs to his chest.

“princess are you alright?” except that’s the last thing on her mind at the moment. isn’t it? when she immediately redirects them to him and risking it all for the slim chance of the possibility of saving him.

her tone is so assertive here. He is her priority right now. Wow.

i just. have no words. her tone. was downright threatening. so powerful. the delivery of this line. impeccable. made shivers run down my spine just hearing it. she will have her swordsman saved. zero questions or doubts. an absolutely breathtaking cutscene.

Okay I’ll shut up now haha but god this scene racked my very core. Beautifully made and executed with the music and lighting. the tone and ambiance the voice acting the small details of their movements. yup this one has won my favorite memory.

little bonus of me trying not to burst into tears as Zelda’s horse nudges link with his snout after seeing the memory ugh im in absolute shambles over this game.

#botw link #botw zelda #botw memories #loz botw #botw #botw zelink #zelink #or they’re besties #i dig both honestly #botw screenshots #loz link #loz zelda #loz #loz breath of the wild #i am emotional #i am not okay #i am unwell #they make me ill #in the best possible way

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fish-eat-fish · 11 months

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⋆ pavitr x gn!reader (meeting his aunt!) ⋆

request: @blublubluu Can you do one with pavitr where the reader meets his aunt pls? ♡

a/n: thank you so much for requesting this, im actually so grateful i've gotten so many requests for pavitr. how did everyone know he was my favorite?? anyways this was whipped up when i was tired so i apologize for any mispellings or grammar mistakes. still trying to understand how things are formatted on here!

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You and Pavitr had been dating for a few months now. Being seated next to each other, it was natural that the two of you would become somewhat close throughout the school year. It was definitely unexpected as he would’ve never imagined entering a relationship, having to balance being Mumbattan’s Spiderman with his usual life. You were a much-needed normality in his life though, always mellowing him out and keeping him grounded.

Pavitr loved talking about you, constantly rambling about how he thought you were incredible. And how loved to spend his every waking moment with you as much as possible. Word certainly got out thanks to him, and now he was to face the final stage of his long-term relationship. His Auntie’s approval. Pavitr was nervous, to say the least. She was a gentle yet stern woman. And she only wanted the best for Pavitr. Pavitr had no doubts when it came to you, but still, bringing his first partner to meet his Auntie was incredibly nerve-wracking.

Pavitr got ready for school that day and began eating his breakfast when all of a sudden Auntie Maya sat down in front of him. “Pavitr, I’d like to meet that wonderful partner of yours.” She stated. He choked on his bite of aloo ke paranthe, hitting his chest to cough up his food. Auntie Maya stared in curiosity. Quickly downing his glass of water, Pavitr cleared his throat.

“That sounds like a great idea Auntie. I’ll invite them over soon.”

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After the school day, you waited for your bus home. Pavitr, living relatively close to the school, always chose to wait with you. He wanted to spend his time with you as much as he could. So the two of you sat together, sipping on iced drinks bought from the vending machine. After a lot of bravery and courage on Pavitr’s part, he brought up his Auntie’s invitation.

“Really? She wants to meet me?”

“Yes. Uh, I was thinking maybe tonight…? Is that okay with you?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Pav, I’d love to.” You said, smiling at the thought of Auntie Maya. You’d heard only good things about her. Pavitr grasped your hand, giving it a firm squeeze. You ran your thumb over his hand, reassuring him.

He sighed nervously, “Thank you for doing this, really.”

You chuckled at his nervousness, pushing back a strand of hair that had fallen into his face.

“I’ll make a good first impression, I promise.”

Pavitr smiled at this, mumbling words of endearment into your hand as he give it a quick kiss.

“I know you will.”

His heart was racing at your touch despite the two of you being together for a little while now. He’d never get over being with the coolest person in Mumbattan. Letting go of your hand, he pulled you closer to him by grabbing your waist. You leaned your head onto his shoulder, basking in the sun and his affection.

The two of you hung out a little longer, talking about school and his latest fight as Spiderman. Pavitr knew you didn’t like him putting himself in danger, but you were willing to put it aside to comfort him after a particularly tough fight. He was often stressed. But being physically close to you was like a fresh breath of air for Pavitr. And you were happy to help him in any way you could.

Before long, your bus arrived. The two of you had already worked out the details.

“See you at six o’clock then?” He asked, standing up to send you off on your way.

“See you at six, Pav.” You replied. He leaned towards down, the two of you sharing a quick and gentle kiss as Pav carefully held onto your waist. You gave him one last reassuring look, before heading onto the bus. Pavitr waved goodbye to you outside with a warm smile. You waved back as the bus shuddered.

Sitting down now, you leaned against the bus window. You already had a game plan for this situation, as you did not want to disappoint Pavitr or his Auntie. So first, you were dropping by the market to purchase a fresh bouquet of flowers for Auntie Maya, and then you were going to whip up some baked goods to bring over. She was the woman who raised Pavitr after all, your wonderful boyfriend.

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As soon as you arrived home, you got to work. Putting on an apron, you rummaged through your pantry to grab the needed ingredients. The cookbook on your counter was already bookmarked and opened, a simple recipe for homemade sweet biscuits, nankhatai. Your phone rang as you began kneading the dough. You picked up seeing it was Pav.

“Hey, Pav. What’s up?” You held the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you worked the dough. Your boyfriend sighed over the phone, his voice was a little raspy.

“I’m just doing some homework. Wanted to hear your voice.”

You smiled wide, “Is that so?”

“What? What’s wrong with that?” He complained, scribbling on his paper as he spoke.

“Nothing. But you know I am seeing you in like an hour right?” You teased.

“I don’t care. I want to talk to you.” He shot back, grumbling.

You lightly laughed over the line. Pavitr put his pencil down, fully focusing on the sound of your voice now. Your laugh reverberated through his head. He smiled and leaned back in his chair as you continued speaking.

“Well, I just have to do something real quick, and then I’ll take the bus over to yours right away.”

“Can’t wait to see you. My Auntie seems to be pretty excited too. She’s prepping a lot of food for you coming over.”

You gasped, “No way! Ugh, Pav I can’t wait. She has the best cooking.” You remembered sharing lunch with Pavitr, his food always being mouthwatering and delicious. Pavitr chuckled at this. You rolled the dough into individual pieces on the pan. Quickly looking over at the clock, you wiped your hands on the apron and grabbed the phone with your hand.

“I better get going, sorry.” You felt bad for cutting the conversation short. Pavitr made some noises of disapproval over the call, “…Okay.” You smiled at him.

You held the phone up to your mouth. “Bye Pav.”

“See you.”

The phone call ended.

Pavitr put his phone down and huffed out. It was time to get back to his homework. It was a little hard to focus as he pondered over all of the things that could go wrong with you and Auntie Maya. Regardless, he tried to push the possibilities out of his head.

There was a careful knock on his door. Pavitr swung around in his chair to Auntie Maya smiling and holding a cup of chai. She set the cup down carefully on his desk. Pavitr beamed at this, “Thank you, Auntie.”

Auntie Maya nodded and gave Pavitr’s cheek a little pinch, smiling as she left and closed the door behind her. Pavitr picked up the teacup and brought it up to his mouth, carefully blowing on it and taking a small sip. He hummed at the taste of the drink, feeling grateful. Getting back to work, he mindlessly scribbled on his homework assignment, having much ease solving the math equations. One of his greatest joys was being able to help his fellow classmates, and you, with homework. He always wanted to help you in any way he could. To repay you for how much comfort and happiness your presence brought him.

Time had passed painfully slowly as he finished up his remaining assignments. Just in time, you shot Pav a text, I’m here! He quickly shot up out of his chair, scrambling to greet you at the door. He quickly stopped by the mirror and fixed his messy hair first of course, combing it through his fingers. A few gentle knocks on the door could be heard. Pavitr practically sprinted over, opening the door with tense shoulders.

You stood tall with a warm smile, a basket held in your hands. “Hey. I brought you guys some biscuits. Oh! And flowers for your Auntie.” You spoke proudly. Pavitr stared at you in surprise and honest admiration. Handing him the basket momentarily, you quickly took your shoes off and set them down neatly.

Pavitr looked down at the basket full of warm baked biscuits. The aroma filled his senses and his mouth watered. “You didn’t have to (Name)…! When did you even have the time to..?” You gave him a chaste kiss on his lips. Shooting him a reassuring look.

“Ay, hello dear.” Spoke a soft voice from behind Pavitr. You peeked over, a smile beaming on your face as you saw the kind woman.

“Auntie! It’s so very nice to meet you.” You pushed past Pavitr as he let you in nervously. He watched awkwardly as the two of you spoke to each other. You showed her the basket and set it down on the dinner table. Grabbing the bouquet with gentle care, you handed it to her.

“I hope you like peonies, ma’am.”

Her face grew soft as she sniffed the flowers, “Oh how lovely! Such a sweet gift, dear.”

You observed Pavitr’s house, taking a moment to observe the furniture and the decor. Sun shone in through the curtains, illuminating the picture frames hung above the mantel. You approached the pictures, gasping at the photos of little Pavitr. He lingered beside you, unsure of what to do with you in his space and his home. Auntie Maya approached you and chuckled, “Wasn’t he such a cute kid? Oh, I remember him on his eighth birthday, he was so excited for his party he practically shoveled himself into that cake!” She laughed. You laughed along with her.

“Okay okay, guys! No need to stare at my past self any longer. How about we eat? Auntie made delicious food, let’s go before it gets cold.” Pavitr rambled, trying to distract you from his embarrassing baby photos. Auntie Maya chuckled to herself and went into the kitchen, grabbing dishes.

Turning to Pavitr and pointing to the photo on the wall, you mouthed the words cute and you. Pavitr was flushed with embarrassment, ignoring you and dragging you by the hand to the dinner table. He felt his heart race, showing you a part of his personal life to you like this. This was where he had grown up, and this is where he was raised by his Auntie Maya. And to see you be so comfortable and welcomed into this space, it made his stomach flutter, and his heart fill with warmth. Pavitr cleared his throat.

You looked over at him and gave his warm hand a squeeze, smiling at him. He glanced back at you with adoration. Dishes were set down at the wooden table as Auntie Maya brought in steaming food. The aromas of the spices and sauces filled the room and heightened your hunger. Your mouth watered at the sight of the food. “This looks delicious ma’am.” You smiled at her.

“Thank you, Auntie,” Pavitr mumbled, before serving himself his food and digging in. Auntie Maya chuckled at him as he scarfed the meal down. She ate slowly and looked up at you through warm eyes, “So (Name), Pavi speaks very highly of you.”

You finished chewing your bite and looked up, smiling. “Really?” You turned towards Pav who was hiding behind his cup of chai. You shot him a teasing look.

Pavitr grumbled, “Auntie…”

You chuckled as she continued, “He’s such a sweet boy, he’ll never mistreat you.” You hummed at this, feeling only adoration at your seat. You felt so welcomed in this house and in this family. Pavitr just fully hid his face in his hands now.

“You know, he use to always talk about wanting a family.”

“Whoa! Okay, Auntie! I think that’s enough chat, let’s finish our food!” Pavitr shook his hands defensively, looking away from your eyes as he was flustered. You sat in your seat silenced at this, feeling your face flush. Auntie Maya laughed heartedly at the two of you, scooting away from each other. She gave you a warm smile, “I’m just teasing dear. But I think he chose a wonderful person, and I’d be more than happy to have you in our home again.”

“That means a lot, thank you miss.”

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The three of you ate the rest of dinner. You were absolutely groveling in your seat as you’d never tasted food so good before. Tears practically formed in your eyes at the spice, but damn did it taste good. Comfortable silence was disrupted with light chat and questions. Somehow the conversation always leaned towards embarrassing stories about Pavitr, to which he denied passionately. It was getting late, and your parents were expecting you at home soon.

“Dinner was amazing ma’am. I’ve never had better food…” You said honestly. Auntie Maya let out a light-hearted laugh as she came over to you and gave you a gentle hug. You embraced her back.

“Come over again honey, you’re always welcome to visit.” You nodded.

Pavitr waited as you slipped on your shoes, leaning against the wall. He held the bag of wrapped leftovers for you to take. Auntie Maya had cooked a large amount of food, just for you to take. You cried internally over this as you’d be eating well for the next week. Auntie Maya gently waved to you as she bid you goodbye. You waved back, “Bye Auntie.”

Pavitr walked you out of his house, holding your bag of food for you as the two of you headed towards the bus stop. You let out a sigh, “I’m seriously stuffed. Your Aunt makes magical food, Pav.” He laughed, nodding in agreement. He took your hand in his, interlocking your fingers together as the two of you walked in comfortable silence. You glanced at him from the corner of your eye, speaking up. “So. That went well I think.” He turned towards you.

“It did huh? I don’t know what I was so worried about.” He mumbled. You smiled at him as you caressed his hand with your thumb.

“You’re seriously amazing.” He stated.

The two of you approached the bus stop. Pavitr was pretty silent until he pulled halted and dragged you into an embrace. A very tight embrace. You hugged back twice as tight obviously. He nestled his head into the crook of your neck, his breath tickling your skin as he huffed out. Rubbing small circles into his back, you spoke into his shoulder, “What’s up Pav?” You were confused about his burst of affection.

He softly mumbled something into your skin. To which you let out a confused, hm?

“I said… I said I love you.”

You were silent, not expecting that from him. You didn’t have to think about it too long or gather up the courage to respond back.

“I love you too Pav.”

He shot back up from the hug, grasping onto your shoulders and staring at you in shock.

“Really!?”

“Pavitr.” You questioned him and his thought process. He looked at you, his face flushed with a deep red. You tucked back a piece of his messed-up hair. The bus approached, and you had to go. Grabbing your stuff, you turned to him. “Well, I better go.”

He nodded, “Right.”

There was electricity between the two of you again, and Pavitr felt his hair stand up as a cold gust of wind flew through. He hadn’t grabbed a jacket when walking you. He carefully approached you, standing closer as he hovered his hands over your waist, almost asking for permission. Smiling, you let him grasp you, placing his hands on you, as you placed your free hand on his cheek. His skin always being warm to the touch. The kiss was deep yet gentle. He always was careful, never wanting to overstep your boundaries.

Pulling back, Pavitr’s heart raced, blood rushing into his ears. He beamed, letting out a nervous chuckle. You stepped onto the bus, turning back to wave goodbye to him. He waved back, feeling his stomach turn at the sight of you, the most beautiful person he’d ever known. It always felt like an eternity when the two of you were separated. But of course, Pav would call you as soon as you arrived home. And maybe fall asleep during said call.

Pavitr full-heartedly loved you, he’d learned that tonight. And he was not against the idea of you being by his side forever.

#spiderverse fanfic #spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse #pavitr x reader #pavitr my beloved #pavitr prabhakar #atsv

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deanoheartspie · 6 months

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Something RED 6

Pairings: Reader x Soldier Boy (Ben)

Warnings: None.

Summary: you knew soldier boy since you were young until the man had gotten tested he had become a whole different person. So when he comes back after Crimson and other supes send him away, it makes him angry

A/N: I love hearing your thoughts! So share what you think.

Edited?: no I'll edit all the mistakes tomorrow. 10/31

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Ben had sat at the picnic table devouring his sandwich like it was going to leave him. He had been acting a little weird, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it until he cleared his throat.

“You know, Blondie the rip-off version of me? I'm his dad”

A small laugh left your lips and you shook your head, “That's a great joke”

Ben on the other hand didn't laugh, not one bit for the first time he looked dead serious which made you gasp “How is that possible...?"

“I get called into Vogelbaum’s lab for an experiment, some stupid shit about genetics. I basically beat my meat into a cup.” he stated very short, he ran his hands through his brown hair and sighed.

“I'm in a tough spot here yeah?”

You awkwardly nod, it did make more sense for Homlanders issues now... You were in no position to tell Ben what to do and neither was Hughie or Butcher if they found out.

“Am I the only one that knows?” you ask wondering who knows already and who you'll have to deal with.

Ben nods “That stupid shit is really mine. He's got a goddamn cape for Christ's sakes” he cringes and shakes his head disprovingly, before downing the rest of the whiskey bottle when smuggled into the basket when you had announced that you both were going for a picnic.

It grew silent. There wasn't much else to talk about it, honestly? It felt kind of weird knowing this information but then again... You were curious to what path Ben would choose. The team or Homelander?

“You should lay off the drinking, I can't exactly carry you back the motel” you teased trying to lighten up the mood, “Also back to what your were saying, what's wrong with a cape? They are pretty cool unless you have a boring looking one”

Ben gave you a side glanced and looked at you in disgust. “Y/n. It's a goddamn cape. It's just stupid.” he mutters his point and you raised a brow.

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“What the fuck is wrong him ay?” Butcher points to Ben who looks like he's conflicting all his life choices.

“Soldier boy you betta not be rethinking our agreement.” The bearded man kicked, Bens foot which nearly ended in a cat fight between the two.

“Butcher leave it alone im handling it.” you said sternly growing annoyed that she had to snap at these men like the we're children for gods sakes they are grown men!

“I talked to blondie on the phone today” Ben tells you before you left the room, stopping in your tracks and turning around.

“You what?!”

“I told him I was his father and all the bullshit.” he said waving around his blunt as he talked.

You were stunned. Annoyed but stunned. Did he know what homelander was like? Because shit like this was going to get them killed.

“Now I need to go tell Butcher this, stay here and I swear to god Ben don't touch anything” you were stressed and on your wits end at this rate. So much was happening and it was all going to fast.

“Butcher. We need to talk.”

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Taglist: @hobby27 @kat-nee @globetrotter28 @tmb510 @beskarfilms @deans-spinster-witch @stoneyggirl2

#jensen ackles #the boys #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy imagine #soldier boy #butcher x reader #hughie x reader #hughie campbell #billy butcher

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dailydegurechaff · 7 months

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challenge: hollow knight bug tanya

vessel tanya

my thoughts got long. warning under the read more for Hollow Knight spoilers.

ok listen listen, while i have you i need to implant an idea here

This oversimplifies both character’s motivations and stories a bit but like. do you see what im cooking. the vibes are THERE

like. Being X wants to bring Salaryman to his lowest to see if that suffering will make him a believer. Salaryman's values revolve entirely around his autonomy & free will. so an au where being x reincarnates Salaryman/Tanya into Hallownest as a Vessel, a creature that is meant to have no agency and is generally very doomed

so we'd see HK AU!Tanya (Bugurechaff if you will) trying to survive in this new world, but also slowly learning the lore of this world and what's happened to it. and I think over time, as she discovers who the Radiance is/was, she'd probably realize the similarities between Radiance and Being X and go "Hey wait a damn minute." My thought is she'd have a classic Tanya Misunderstanding Moment and misconstrue the two of them as one entity. Whether this fills her with vengeful rage and she takes it upon herself to destroy the Radiance, thinking Rad is Being X, I'm not sure. I could potentially see it.

some other vague ideas

Tanya's whole shtick is that she wants to achieve a comfortable, safe life where she's free to do whatever she wants. I genuinely believe that after somehow escaping the Birthplace, fighting through the ruins of Hallownest, and eventually coming across the town of Dirtmouth, she'd gladly end her adventure there. Think about it. Dirtmouth is safe, nothing really substantial goes on up there. There's no point for her to go back into the depths if she can just live peacefully there without any problems. There is nothing to stop her from doing this. Like, does she need the Geo to buy a house? No point, the whole town is virtually abandoned, just pick a house and live in it. Elderbug actually says this about Iselda moving in.

I think the point I’m trying to get at here is that if the story will let her, Tanya would probably get complacent. Which means that we'd probably need to find a reason to force her to act if we want her story to go farther than just 'makes it to Dirtmouth, the end' Do you think she'd get bored eventually? What is there to do? As said previously, nothing really goes on there, and there are very few permanent residents.

One way I feel like Tanya could be pushed is in regards to her social motivations. Like. I feel like she needs to be seen as a respected, productive member of society in order to feel fulfilled. I don't think she could get that in Dirtmouth, so the question is: Is this desire enough to overcome her desire for safety?

I think motivating Tanya to get moving and back to exploring (and therefore learning about Hallownest & by extension the Radiance) could be more easily accomplished by giving her companions who drag her outside of her comfort zone. So like. Let's drag more YS characters into HK.

In my head I have the mental image of tiny little vessel Tanya rescuing some other travelers on her way to find a safe place to settle. These travelers being Bug!203rd Battalion (Visha, Weiss, Koenig, Neumann). And she just absolutely destroys whatever was endangering them. And they're so impressed by her they just end up following her like lost puppies.

And like. Vessels can't speak. So she can't just tell them to go away and leave her alone. So she has an entourage now, who at least can help her fight. They also probably tell her about Dirtmouth, and they travel as a group to bring her there.

Maybe after she makes it clear she'd like to live peacefully in Dirtmouth, they end up leaving her. Only to return later when she's gotten restless, new party member in tow (Grantz!), who she helps to train and such.

Also also, Vessels being unable to speak definitely creates problems for both Tanya and the narrative. It has the possibility for hilarity with the good old Tanya Misunderstandings that YS is so good for, but also it creates problems with getting her to interact with people. There would have to be a LOT of charades, characters conveniently bringing up information to her, or conveniently guessing what she's trying to get at, which i feel would be hard to do naturally.

You could perhaps solve this with her meeting someone who can teach her to write or sign? Like Lemm or Quirrel. I think it'd be cute to see Relic Seeker Assistant Tanya with Lemm for a little while. I doubt she'd have an interest in the relics, but he'd probably give her a lot of insight into Hallownest history.

the Type 95 is definitely a charm in this universe. In HK canon, we're told charms are created by a bug's dying wish or something to that effect, so my first thought was that it would be a charm made by HK AU!Schugel's death that Tanya ends up getting her hands on, and then Being X blesses it... But then we also see in HK canon that Leg Eater is able to make his own charms, albeit fragile/easily breakable ones.

so my concept is this: Bug!Schugel creates his own fragile charm. I'm thinking the effect would probably be something revolving around converting infection to usable Soul/Mana (akin to the canon Type 95's Mana fixation thing). So, wandering inventor Schugel, looking for an assistant comes across Dirtmouth! Vessel!Tanya, who's hanging around (probably bored out of her mind and desperately needing to do SOMETHING productive) sees this invention and think it might be useful for the world, happens to have nothing better to do, and gets roped into this. Naturally something goes wrong, and before it fails horribly and disastrously, Being X steps in and blesses the charm. This makes the effect work, but using it also causes the wearer to become more susceptible to mental corruption/infection.

Also, I think that it also needs to become permanently unequippable (Like Void Heart) so Tanya can't get rid of it. Also also, the charm needs to have some insane cheesy name after Being X alters it. Everlasting Blessing. Immortal Prayer. Idk. But it needs to be something Tanya would hate.

I think the Silver Wings Assault Badge could also be a charm. I'm not sure what it's effect might be, but maybe something like the monarch wings, but its powered by Soul. She's an aerial mage. She needs to fly. Also it needs a cheesy charm name too. Fluttering Soul. Wings of Argent. etc. you get what I'm going for.

The Pale King is described a lot as being pure white and gleaming. Vessels, as his offspring, do look a bit similar to him. I think somewhere within this concept, you could have Tanya gain the White Silver nickname based on her appearance. Her mask/head is pale white like PK and when she uses Soul she shines like silver? idk i think it could work. Someone (203rd member perhaps?) sees her fighting and bestows the nickname on her and it gets shortened to just Silver or something

(Before this, since Vessels cant speak so she can't tell anyone what to call her, she gets called "Little One" by Elderbug. She hates it.)

if you couldn't tell, i've thought about this a lot. i invite you all to think about it with me. if you have ideas. please. share them. especially if its about other YS characters and how to fit them into HK universe. also especially if its about how HK characters would interact with her. Is the Knight/Ghost running around in the AU? How do they feel meeting a fellow sibling like this? What about Hornet?

#bonus doodle #ask #kalliblast #hollow knight #youjo senki #the saga of tanya the evil #tanya von degurechaff

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smolskxawng · 1 year

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New life - Chapter 4

<- chapter 3, chapter 5 ->

Pairing: Aged up!Neteyam x Fem!Reader

Summary: Neteyam starts your archery training, teaching you the basics. Both of you didn’t expect you would had to put what you learned to the test so soon.

Note: Neteyam is aged up on this one☝️as well as the reader☝️

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I wake up to someone calling my name from outside of my hut

I groan, it was the first night since I literally came back to life that I managed to fall asleep as soon as I laid to rest

I get up from my hammock, dragging my feet to the door. With disheveld hair and barely managing to keep my eyes open, I harshly push the fabric covering the entrance of my hut to the side, revealing a smiling Neteyam

“Rise and shine (y/n)” he says, his voice faltering a little, like was he trying hard not to laugh at my current state

“Ready to start?”

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After properly waking up, getting ready and eating some breakfast, Neteyam leads me through the village into a clear area in the woods, where I can see a few targets scattered here and there

Archery training

The thing is, I know a lot about the na’vi in general, it was part of my previous job on the first expedition, I knew almost everything about their culture and various tribes, including their fighting and archery techniques

I knew all of that, in theory

“Okay” Neteyam starts, “we’re going to start easy” he says while handing me a wooden bow and a few arrows

“First, pick an arrow and aim at that first target over there, I want to see your form”

I gulp, a bit nervous, how hard can it be right? I studied na’vi archery techniques for so long, I even knew all about the efficient way they hold all their arrows together with the bow, not using a quiver as a strategy to be able reload faster in battle

But what good was all of that knowledge if I’ve never even held a bow before?

I pick an arrow, nervously placing it on the bow, pulling it along with the string the way I thought was right

“Okay… not bad!!” Neteyam says, smiling as he rests both of his hands on his waist “I was expecting way worse”

I squint my eyes at him, making him laugh a bit while I try to hold a smile in

“How can I make it better then?” I ask, “Mighty warrior” I say the last part in a lower tone, teasing him with the nickname Lo’ak taught me at breakfast

“You-!!” He squints his eyes at me, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, trying to hide a smile

“You’ve been around Lo’ak too much” he says

He shakes his head, a small smile playing on his lips

“Here, let me help you” he starts

He gets closer to me, “First, your hands, you need to hold your bow off center, in the meaty part of your palm” he raises his own for me to see

He then points to the hand im using to hold the bow “Can I touch you?” He averts his gaze from my hand to my eyes

I look into his, responding with a “Yes”

“Alright. Your fingers should remain loose and limp during the shot, let the bow do it’s thing” he says, putting a hand over mine, loosening my fingers around the bow a little

“Then” he continues, “your posture, you need to straighten your back”

As soon as he says this, I try to straighten my posture as much as possible, tensing my shoulders on the process

He laughs, “Not that much”

He proceeds to go around me, now facing my back

Placing both hands on my shoulders, he says “Take a deep breath in and out, relax your shoulders, turn your head on the direction of the target”

I do as he says, the tension leaving my shoulders, I turn my head slowly in the direction of the target, I can now see Neteyam from the corner of my eye

“Good, that’s it” he squeezes my shoulders encouragingly

“Now” he starts, taking a step closer to me

We’re really close now, so much so that I can feel his breath on my cheek

He puts an arm around me, hand hovering over my stomach, not touching it yet

He looks into my eyes as if asking for permission

I swallow, my heart beating a bit faster from our proximity

I nod my head, allowing him to continue

He slowly puts a warm hand on my stomach “You need to strengthen your core, watch your breathing” he says on a lower tone, close to my ear

As soon as he touches me, I contract my abdomen, partially because of what he said, but mostly because of the sudden contact

My cheeks redden a little

Shit, I think, hope he doesn’t notice

“Perfect” He breathes out “Now, aim at the target, and increase the tension on your back just a little, pulling the string a bit harder” As he says this, he uses his other hand to softly touch the arm im using to hold the bow’s string, lifting it up a bit higher, correcting my stance

“That’s it, you’re doing great” his tone is but above a whisper “Now slowly loosen your hold on the string and…. Shoot”

I let the string go, along with the arrow, it zooms in the direction of the target, hitting it at its farthest point from the center

“Damn” I frown, my cheeks still a bit warm from being so close to Neteyam

“What are you talking about? That was amazing” Neteyam smiles at me, I notice the tip of his ears are a bit red “Most of the beginners can’t even hit the target itself, you did great” he continues

“Really?” I beam at him “Well then, thank you!! I had a great teacher” I say as I lower myself, starting to pick another arrow

Neteyam bites his lower lip, as if stopping himself from smiling

“Now” I start “Let’s try that again, I want to hit the middle!!”

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After a whole lot of tries, a very frustrated and stubborn me and a very amused Neteyam, I manage to get one arrow right in the middle of the target

Neteyam, who by now was sitting on the ground, trying to help me as much as possible giving me all sorts of tips to try and get me close to reaching my goal, immediately stands up, shocked

I lower the bow slowly, in disbelief

“I…… I did it?”

Neteyam huffs out an incredulous laugh, his eyes wide

“(Y/n) you did it”

“Oh what the hell…” I whisper, covering my mouth with a hand, “I really did it…”

Neteyam laughs “You really did. On your first day of training too, am I the best teacher ever or what?”

I laugh loudly, turning to him, beaming, offering a hand for him to high five

“I gotta give it to you, you really are!!” I say, when he hits my hand, I linger mine on his for just a minute, saying “Thank you Neteyam”

He gives me a small, warm smile, his eyes staring right into mine, the tip of his ears red again

“You’re welcome (y/n)”

“So” I start “Guess I’m the mighty warrior now huh?”

“Is that so?” Someone calls out from afar

Me and Neteyam both look at where the voice came from, seeing a smiling Jake Sully looking right back at us, one of his eyebrows raised

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“Made any progress?” Jake asks Neteyam, he now stands in front of us, arms crossed

“Yes sir” Neteyam responds “She’s been showing good results with the bow and arrows, she’ll be able to fight alongside us in no time”

As Neteyam says this, I notice he changed his demeanor, his voice is firmer and he seems to be keeping his posture in check

He looks up to his father a lot

“Good” Jake answers, nodding his head at Neteyam, he then turns his gaze to me “Unfortunately that’ll be all for today, you’re both coming with me now”

Jake turns around, me and Neteyam look at each other, I raise an inquisitive brow at him

“(Y/n), you think you can show us where the secondary human base is located?” Jake asks as we follow him back to the village

“Yes” I respond immediately “Not by foot though” I remember how much of a long shot my plan of trying to find the natives after escaping the human base was “If I could get a larger view of the woods, I could get you to it’s location easily ”

“Perfect” Jake continues “We’re flying then”

My stomach turns

Oh no

Not again

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Since there’s a whole ritual I have to go through to get an ikran of my own, for now it’s decided I’ll ride with Neteyam, while Jake and Neytiri accompany us on their own

There’s a quick preparation for the mission, they give me an earpiece mechanism, which apparently connects Jake, Neteyam, Lo’ak and Neytiri, allowing them to communicate amongst themselves in emergencies

They give me one, making it easier for me to give them directions of the human base while we’re on air

I decide to test it out, trying to reach Lo’ak, who seems to be out with the kids somewhere

I press the buttons on my neck, allowing me to speak into the device

“Hey Lo’ak, you’re grounded” I make my voice as low as it can be, trying to mimic his father’s

“(Y/n)?? Is that you?” Lo’ak’s response comes through “Why do you have an earpiece?”

I giggle, leaving him without a response

As I turn around to finish getting ready, I find a very pissed off Jake Sully staring at me

Fuck, I think, gulping and making a mental note to never forget Jake’s also connected to the earpiece ever again

Neteyam is sitting down, back turned to us, putting on his leg protectors for the flight

When I look in his direction, his back is shaking from the laughter he’s trying to hold in

Son of a bitch could’ve warned me

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They give me leg protectors too, so I won’t be cold while flying or have any possibility of slipping and falling from the ikran

Okay, safer than the first time, I think

As Neteyam offers me a hand to help me get up onto his ikran, I try to control my nerves

It’s okay, it’s alright, it’ll be nicer this time

Hope I don’t puke for real on this one

I sit behind Neteyam, and as the Ikran makes a motion of standing up to take flight, I get scared by its sudden movements, hugging Neteyam’s back as a reflex

He turn his head sideways, trying to look at me “wow, you alright in there?” He laughs a bit

“Yeah” I breath out “Just- just a bit nervous that’s all, my first flying experience was a bit intense”

He smiles, his expression softening, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall, you can trust me” he says, putting his arm above mine on his waist, trying to reassure me

My cheeks heat up, thank god he can’t see me right now

“Okay, I trust you might warrior” I respond in a lower, softer but still teasing tone

He grins “Hold on!” He screams as he signals his ikran to take flight

He purposefully goes up faster into the air, making me hug his back tighter

He smiles, holding my arm tighter as well

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We’re flying for quite some time now. With proper vestment and Neteyam’s support, I relax into the flight, enjoying it much more than the first time, feeling safer

I start giving Jake and Neytiri directions to the secondary human base through the earpiece, when out of a sudden, I get interrupted by Lo’ak’s voice coming through

“…evil dog. Devil dog, this is Eagle Eye. Over.” He says

Jake places his fingers on his neck, pressing the mechanism to respond “Eagle Eye, Send your traffic”

“I got eyes on some guys” Lo’ak continues “They look like avatars…But they’re in full camo and carrying ARs”

My eyes immediately widen, that sounds very much like a human soldier party, me and Neteyam share a look, my eyes urgent and worried

He has his eyebrows furrowed, concern and distress in his gaze as he looks back at me

“There’s six of them. Over.” Lo’ak continues

“What’s your pos? Over.” Jake asks

“…We’re at the old shack” Lo’ak says, his voice hesitant

Neteyam’s gaze turns even more stern, he looks at his father

“Who’s we?” Jake inquires

“Uh, me, Spider, Kiri… and Tuk” He finishes

Oh no, my breath hitches

Jake and Neytiri share a long look, Jake purses his lips “Son, you listen to me very carefully” he starts, his tone low and urgent

“Pull back right now, do not make a sound. You get the hell out of there.”

“Yes sir” Lo’ak responds

“Dad!” Neteyam yells, “I know a quick way” he gestures with his head

“Hold on, (y/n)” he says as we suddenly dive down with his ikran, followed by his parents

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We land on a huge tree branch deep in the woods, Neteyam helping me off his Ikran

We immediately move, following Jake and Neytiri, I grab the bow and a few arrows Neteyam gave me after our training earlier

“No, no” Jake stops us “You both will stay with the ikrans”

“But Dad” Neteyam says, his voice firm “I’m a warrior like you, I’m supposed to fight”

“Neteyam” Neytiri says, sternly

“I’m not gonna say it again” Jake finishes

Neteyam looks at him for a while, before turning to his ikran reluctantly “… yes sir” he says in a lower tone

Jake and Neytiri quickly leave, leaving us alone with the animals

Neteyam breaths in deeply, his back tense, eyes furious

“You alright?” I ask softly

He lets a deep sigh out, closing his eyes as if trying to compose himself

He turns to me “No” he says, tensing his jaw

“It’s always the same thing, I train and train but when the time comes when there’s a real reason to fight, they never let me” He says, furiously tending to his ikran

“They’re just worried for you” I say, “I understand what you’re saying, but you’re their son, if they loose you out there it’s over”

He looks at me, angry, pupils dilated “What about my siblings? they’re out there too” he says harshly

I look down, I get Jake and Neytiri’s decision, but I can’t argue with that, he’s got a point

He sighs, “I’m sorry (y/n), I didn’t mean to lash out, it’s just so frustrating” he says, crouching down and driving an arrow forcefully into the branch we’re standing in

“I feel powerless” he says

“Then let’s go after them” I say, serious, staring at him

“What? But you just said-“

“I know” I interrupt him “I also know that if there’s anyone that can help, it’s you”

He stares at me for a while, a small smile forming on his lips

He stands up, taking the arrow out of the ground “I was going after them either way, so I’m glad you agree”

My eyebrows raise, not that much of a rule follower anymore huh?

“But you’re staying” he says sternly, while grabbing his bow and arrows

“What? But I can help!” I plead, “I wont let you go alone” I say, my voice firm

“And I’m sorry, but I can’t let you do this, it’s too dangerous” he says

“You trained me earlier, I can handle this” I argue

“(Y/n)” he says sternly, “your training barely even started”

He turns to me, walking in my direction

“I’m not putting you in any risk whatsoever”, he finishes, staring intensely into my eyes

“Alright. But if you leave me here I’ll just follow you eventually, so it’s your call” I say, getting my bow and arrows, staring back at him defiantly

He stares at me for a while, lips pursed, jaw clenched, his eyes burning into mine

He let’s out a loud, frustrated groan

“You can be even worse than Lo’ak, you know that?”

I grin at him “Let’s go, mighty warrior”

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<- chapter 5 is out now :)

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Is It Really You? Pt.1

Parings: MoM Wanda x female reader Other universe Wanda x female reader

Warnings: None?

Summary: Wanda wants to find billy and tommy but y/n tries to stop her with the help of Dr strange and America. Y/n gets transported to another universe in the fight. Where will she end up? Will wanda get her way and get the darkhold? or will y/n stop her?

your pov:

Im currently running for my life desperately trying to find somewhere to hide while i figure out my next step. As im running down the streets of new york looking on each side of me trying to find somewhere to go i see what looks like an abandoned house. I run into the house and find a chair to put underneath the door handle... not like that'll stop her if she tries to get in. I sit on the what looks like 200 hundred year old dusty couch and try to recollect myself. thinking back to the events that just took place

* flashback*

" you don't need her power! she's a kid please try and be reasonable here, i know you wanna be with them i know you want to find them but this isn't the way to get what you want. if you do this you'll kill the poor girl! please! just think for a minute!" i scream at the woman in front of me trying to reason with her

" (y/n) this is me being reasonable, darling please you have to understand that i just want our boys.. thats all i want and i will do anything in my power including taking the child's power if that means i can be with billy and tommy." she spits out and i just stare at her in disbelief. i cant believe she's really thinking about doing this.. well not even thinking more like just letting me know her plan.

" Wanda please... don't do this." i plead tears swelling in my eyes. i know she wants our kids. i know she wants us to be a happy family but i cant let her hurt an innocent child. i wont let her do this. even if that means i die trying i love her more than anything but i wont help her kill a child.

" (y/n) if you don't get out of my way i will have no choice but to make you get out of my way. you might be the love of my life but if you wont let me see our children then i cant be held responsible for my actions." she says turning her attention back to the dark hold and i gasp in utter shock. those words couldn't have just come out of her mouth thats not possible. no she- she loves me she wouldn't hurt me theres no way... right?

i stay silent for a few minutes racking my brain on how to stop her. eventually she walks away for a few and without even thinking about it i grab the darkhold and run for dear life. probably wasnt the best choice but its the only one i had at the moment. i didn't know where i was gonna go all i knew was i needed to get the darkhold away from wanda.

I assume she realizes i took the book when i can feel the ground underneath me shaking and the buildings trembling. i see flashes of red hitting things in front of me flipping cars, trash cans and anything else flippable attempting to make it to where i was stuck. But i just dodged and jumped over and passed anything she threw my way.

" GIVE ME THE DARKHOLD (Y/N) I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO HURT YOU!" wanda screams at me from behind i turn to look at her and stopped to speak to her

" NO! i will not let you hurt a child for your own selfish reasons. i wanna be with the boys too! i wanna be a family too! but this isn't the way wanda! and you know it you cant kill a child and i wont let you even if that means you kill me in the process i don't care anymore. i tried to reason with you. i tried to love you. tried to help and no matter what you were always more obsessed with getting what you want no matter who you hurt! even me..." i yell back at wanda as she floating in the air. i can see my words hurt her but at this moment i don't care. the woman i loved is gone and isn't coming back and thats very clear now.

Wanda is about to say something when right before she can she is blasted out of the sky by what looks like a gold/orange blast. i turn to look behind me wanting to know who or what that was and i'm suddenly met with a man in a very strange get up with a cape and a big ass golden eye around his neck. he looks at the book in my hands and gestures for me to hand it to him. for some reason right off the bat i trust him. even without talking i knew he was on my side. i handed him the book and he nods and walks away from me going to grab wanda. i hear her screaming for them to let her go as i get running ears streaming down my face.. i really lost the only thing i have ever loved.

*end flashback*

I start to tear up at the events that just happened letting my head flood with all kind of thoughts. How could she do this? Why is she doing this? I know she wants our boys but she knows they don't exist in this universe she knows that we aren't meant to have them in this life. If i can come to terms with that so can she. I thought she loved me enough to stop... but she didn't. I wasn't for her. why wasn't i enough for her... I lay back on the dusty couch as my mind drifts off and i eventually fall asleep.

I'm woken up by a sudden loud noise filling the house i'm in. I quickly shoot up from the couch and look around me to be met with the same man from earlier along with a girl that looks familiar. I look at the both of them stunned.

" Who are you? are you following me?" I ask them both backing away as i feel my heartbeat quicken with each step i take.

" i'm Dr. Stephen Strange and this is America Chavez." The man says pointing to himself then the girl.

" i'm-" He finishes my sentence for me

" you're (y/n) Maximoff Wanda's wife..." He says looking at me with sorrow in his eyes almost as if he's saying sorry for everything thats happened within the past couple hours.

" Yea i am even though at the moment i'm not very proud of my relationship with Wanda.. I'm so sorry she's trying to hurt you America. I tried to reason with her but she's no longer Wanda. She's no longer the woman i married, The woman i loved might as well be dead. The scarlett witch has fully taken her over and i don't think theres any chance of saving her... She wont stop til she gets our kids.. I'm so so sorry." I say as the tears that i fought so hard to stay away finally fought their way out. i fell to my knees and started having a panic attack. The girl comes and sits next to me and puts an arm around me and pulls me close.

" We don't blame you for what's she's doing. Pease don't blame yourself (y/n) we know you tried to stop her. we know you tried to help me. Dr. strange locked her away in a place called to sanctum sanctorum she cant reach us at the moment til they know how to stop her-" Americas sentence is cut off by a large red blast knocking strange over. America and i get up and run to the nearest thing to hide behind. blast after blast things are flown around the room.

" WANDA STOP PLEASE" I stand in front her despite America trying to stop me.

" Please baby don't do this" I beg as she comes down to the floor and looks at me she puts her hand on my cheek and runs her thumb up and down my face.

" My dear (y/n) i love you more than life itself before you i never knew what real love felt like... that was until i found out about Billy and Tommy.. And now i will do anything i have to to make sure i am with them. And since you want to try and stop me at every turn i have no choice but to remove you myself." She spits out her voice dripping in hatred. She uses her powers to life me by what feels like my neck and throws me against the wall as hard as she could causing me to hit my head extremely hard.

" (Y/N)!" America screams and runs to me as strange is trying to fight Wanda off.

" i-i'm okay i'm okay" I say rubbing the back of my head. Before i knew it Wanda was coming at the both of us at full force. Before i knew what was happening i saw a blue flash of light and i was sucked into the light. As i'm falling i look around me seeing all kinds of weird stuff. I think at one point i was paint? Before i could make any kind of sense of what was going on i hit a hard surface hard causing knocking me out.

I don't know how much as gone by when i wake up. I try to look around me despite my very blurry vision. I try to stand up to walk around trying to get a better understanding of my surroundings but i fail as i fall back on my ass. I rub my eyes and sit for a minute before standing up again and walking around. I walk up and down the street taking in everything i see. i'm exactly where i was when i met strange the first time except the fact that theres no damage done. I furrow my brows trying to understand what the hell is going on. After a minute or two of not having a damn clue. I get a feeling i should go check and see if Wandas at our house. So i make my way towards our house since it was only a five minute walk from where i was.

I make my way up the driveway towards the front door as i hear laughing. I decide to not go in right as i get to the door. I decide to peak in through the window wondering who the hell is in my house right now. But nothing could have prepared me for what i was about to see. Wanda... with our kids.. happy. I swallow the lump in my throat and make my way inside. All three of them stop and stare at me like they've seen a ghost.

"(y.n)? is that really you?" she says.

To be continued...

part 2

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mummer · 1 year

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hellooooooo smart person!!! i have two asoiaf questions to ask you. so i was reading adwd, the chapter with ellaria sand making her big speech (can i take the skull to bed with me, to give me comfort in the night?) which was literally one of the best monologues ever. but i think it frames justice in a bitter, bloodthirsty manner. the martells are completely understandably pissed off by the lannisters, is george saying in this instance, even though vengeance is good (emotionally), it’ll screw everyone over? and does this apply to the starks/boltons too? we have so many good speeches on war and justice: broken man, this one, bathe in bolton blood, the mummer’s farce is almost over, etc. but they do conflict. is that the point? justice is better not pursued? or needs to be thought out?

ALSO. your vibe is that you’re a theon enjoyer. so i was wondering where his story is. it’s about identity, yes? but who is he? he’s not a greyjoy, i don’t think, he seems so disconnected from that violent culture, but he’s no stark. i think he wants a family, but the north will never accept him as a stark. so what’s theon’s purpose? i’m so sorry for talking so much but i always love your answers

ok ok ok. anon ily. i might answer the theon one in a separate post if i have time; im gonna try to be as brief as possible but i am gonna put this under a readmore because you touched on uhhh probably the central question of the whole series lol! in fact you could probably write a phd thesis about violence and justice in asoiaf lol, but lets see if i can boil it down quickly maybe not clickbait???? (i lied, this got egregiously long)

ok ok ok some disclaimers up front. I personally am probably a bigger pacifist than most people lol, so this may colour my take somewhat. secondly spoilers but my answer is that i dont think the series actually has a solid answer to the question of retribution/vengeance. my favourite kinds of art are pieces that ask questions that can't be answered. and: is violence ever acceptable? can it be used as a means to a good/just end? <- is like, a hugely unsettled matter in the entire human experience. this is a question we all ask ourselves at some point. it's even more complicated and tangled in real life! is the death penalty ever okay? how can we wage just wars? how do we protest subversively? can people be rehabilitated? even: can we change? that's what politics are all about! the q of violence is something i am constantly thinking about and am still unsure of my answers! most people are!

what asoiaf does so well is pick at the idea of violence in about a hundred different ways and though a hundred different lenses. not all violences are equal! of course not! it is very clear about this, as well as that said violence is not always physical, is most often institutional. and justice.... well justice is completely incoherent in this world!!! the first chapter opens with the protagonist executing a man we as readers KNOW did nothing morally wrong! the thing with asoiaf is that there is always an added nuance to challenge you when you think you've made up your mind. someone shows a glimmer of humanity, or else descends into unexpected cruelty, or else complicates the narrative. there is always a 'but'.

for example: take robb's war for ned. he is trying to avenge his father, save his sister. okay, that's noble. that's just. you want to root for that. BUT: their warpath endangers hundreds of thousands of smallfolk, not to mention the thousands of innocents in their armies forced to fight one another and die for the sake of one man. how could that be worth it? BUT: tywin's army was desolating the riverlands anyway, so wouldnt it be a net good to defeat them? BUT: protecting smallfolk was never their priority; their 'justice' is only for the highborn; politically, an independent north would probably not be any better or worse for the peasantry. a tree of hanging women who lay with lions. "the north remembers", when it's first used on page, is not a joyous rally; it's robb reflecting bitterly that harrion karstark cannot openly forgive him for killing rickard, or risk losing face. rickard, who was killed for killing lannisters, because the lannisters killed his sons-- because robb waged war, because the lannisters killed ned! a poisoned cycle that can't end, an ideology defined by war, remembrance and loyalty as its own sort of sickness.

the thing about violence as justice in asoiaf is that it is never portrayed as revelatory. it's not... like... cool lol. did tywin deserve to die? idk, maybe. but this does not lift a weight off tyrion's shoulders. it doesn't feel like he won. this is something all characters must bear and grapple with. arya in particular is rich with this and that could be its own essay ofc. at its simplest, though, we have sandor. he killed her friend. a child. do child-murderers deserve to die? a lot of people in the world would say yes. but when he is at her mercy, when he is literally begging for her to kill him, she can't. it's too much. when dany orders the disembowlment of the slavers, she questions the choice internally. does torture have utility, here? what is it worth? ("But later, when she passed the men dying on the posts, when she heard their moans and smelled their bowels and blood... Dany put the glass aside, frowning. It was just. It was. I did it for the children.") again, i dont think the narrative has a straight or easy answer, which is why she's asking at all! if these answers were easy there wouldnt be a book. or things like jon's babyswap, which i consider its own kind of violence— but it is born from an unflinching desire to avoid worse violence. so... can it be just, then? theon murders the miller's boys. little kids. does he deserve to be punished? yeah, right? but then we are confronted with reek, and the empathy in the reader flinches, says: nooooo not like that!!!! and then feels bad for ever thinking it! so if he can change, did he ever deserve to die? when joffrey dies-- joffrey!!!-- there is very little catharsis to be found. ("He has Jaime's eyes. Only he had never seen Jaime look so scared. The boy's only thirteen.") the prose focuses on his purple face, his futile desperation to breathe. the way he looks like a child, because he is.

and then there are all the logistical, logical ends that need to be dealt with when seeking retribution. you got back at someone: great. now their family or allies or loved ones will get back at you, and on and on it will go forever until no one remembers the original injustice (see: the brackens and the blackwoods). now there is a power vacuum, or a counterrevolution, now the crops have burned and everyone is starving, now there are orphans. so... was it worth it? this is generally never the intent, but none of this can be sidestepped, either. a large point: no matter how justified in war you may feel, these consequences must still be borne. whether they are worth it in the end is your decision to make.

so we come to ellaria, with no clearer answer than what we started with. and i agree, it's one of my favourite quotes too. the endless question of: what do we do with what has been done to us? the violence has already been done, there is no way to bring someone back, there is no retribution. the victims are dead and so is their killer. and yet it is a hollow justice, because nothing has changed. women like elia are still bartered as political pawns and discarded. again, there is no coherent justice in westeros. it is only by chance that gregor died anyway. the systems of power are still functioning, and the aberration of that is felt. the sand snakes are grieving, but they are grieving the only way they know how. oberyn walked past obara's weeping mother when she picked up a spear. the only language in westeros is violence, the only power in blood. well, it's better than being powerless, right? .....right?

there is no good option. doran picks a side, having agonized over it for decades. this was not easy for him! the martells are understandably pissed off by the lannisters— of course— but... who is left to seek justice from? tywin is dead. robert is dead. aerys and rhaegar are dead. gregor is dead. amory lorch is dead. they could war against/kill cersei... i guess. jaime, maybe? myrcella? tommen? great, what would be the point? will their deaths feel good, emotionally, to the martells? or will they just feel hollow, like so many scenes of retribution in the series?

so i might favour ellaria's vision-- peace and submission, anything just to survive, to avoid hurting people. but this has its own very very obvious problems! pacifism is not a get out of jail free card lmao! "war will come, whether we wish it or not," obara says. it's highly possible this move would be seen as a sign of "weakness", and would only invite worse violences from the ruling power. again— the misery of this world is systemic, not individual. that's what feudalism is. that's what power is. it requires violence to maintain. but violence is also almost always required to challenge or protest it. so, ok. fuck. fuck! how can a world like this be borne? and how can we change it?

god i wish i knew!!!!!! — george rr. martin, 2011

#asoiaf #this is nowhere even close to my full thoughts on this. at all. but a little taste a little glimmer #'a little glimmer' i say about a 1500 word post #i spent so long on this im not gonna be able to get enough sleep oops. Oh well

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popquizhot-shot · 1 year

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Haven't I-5

a/n :this is honestly a filler, but it's full of emotions and sadness and im actually really happy with how this came out<3 im so sorry it took literally two weeks but theres a lotta shit going on rn but thank you all so much for your comments and support i love all of you<33 Part 4-

When you’d fallen under, Joel felt a fear he’d only felt a few times in his life. And the fact that it was for you frightened him. This was why Tommy should have come.

But why over you? Was it because you reminded him of his girasol? Or was it because despite the arguments and the petty fights and horrible singing, he’d grown to care for you? It didn’t make sense, he’d met you two days ago, and one of the first things you’d done was argue with him.

You remind him of her. He couldn’t deny that. Your hair, the way you carried yourself. Your humour. Your eyes.

You shivered against him and his heart twisted as he felt your limbs shake. He held you tighter and reassured you. Ignoring the fact that there was a small chance you might not make it. You had spent quite a while in the water because he’d been searching for a way to get you out.

He didn’t want to think about you dying, Why? His heart screamed. Why do you care?

He didn’t need another failure on his hands. That was it.

His fingers that were splayed across your back felt a ridge? Or a bump. A tattoo. His fingers traced its shape.

Was this creepy? He slowly raised his head but you shifted and he jolted backwards. Creep.

“You okay?” your hoarse voice whispers. Shit she’s awake.

He just grunted in reply.

“Joel, you need sleep.” he can feel her lips moving over his shoulder.

“I’m not sleepy just yet, Mitch.”

“All that talk and you’ll drop off like the old man you are in five minutes.” you chuckle slowly.

“Shut up and sleep, jeez.” he hugs you tighter. Because it’s cold.

It’s freezing and he doesn’t want you to die because he doesn’t need more guilt because he’s got enough on his hands.

He thinks of Amy. Of her lovely brown hair and forest eyes that stare into the depths of his soul. He thinks of her rare smile and how she has no qualms with being ruthless. He thinks of how her voice is harsh and her glare is sharp, cutting. He thinks of Ellie. Sweet Ellie who’s become like his daughter. He huffs out a quiet laugh because Ellie is not sweet. She is thunder and rain. She is everything good and right and yet a powerful firecracker.

He knows they’re okay. He trusts Amy to take care of both herself and Ellie. But he needs to see it, because when he’s left to his own imagination, all he sees is death.

He needs you to be okay, because if you’re okay, then you’ll be able to take him to where his family is. To the people he loves.

He’s so lost in his thought he doesn’t notice his finger has been tracing the tattoo on your back and he stops as soon as he realizes. Idiot.

In a moment of insanity, he begins to hum. It’s a happy tune and he can feel your smile. It’s no Hank Williams or Johnny Cash. It’s a cheesy song that Sarah’s favourite band released.The very one she’d play non-stop so it got ingrained in his brain.

“Feel this love, my angel?” you ask him and his eyebrows shoot up.

“You know the stupid band?”

You nod, “Someone I knew loved the band. She’d play it everyday.”

There’s silence after that, and the only sound is the crackle of fire and the wind outside.

And then your croaky, hoarse voice rings out, “You…are, my fire.”

He groans, “You’re supposed to be asleep.”

“The one…desire.. Humour me Miller.”

For a moment he contemplates covering your mouth so you shut up but he just sighs, “....Believe.” his voice cracks and you stifle a laugh, “Shush.”

He clears his throat, “..Believe when I say-”

“I want it that way.” you finish in unison.

“Now shut up and sleep, Mitch.” he says

“You go to sleep, Miller.”

The hours go by as you both snark each other and try to ignore the looming presence of possible death, you talk until you fall asleep from exhaustion.

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When the sun sets and it is night, you raise your head to look at Joel’s sleeping figure. This is creepy.

You can feel the sunflower tattoo on his upper back. He’d gotten it for you and you’d gotten a guitar tattooed for him. His eyes flutter beneath his eyelids and he’s murmuring in his sleep. It’s something he’d done ever since the outbreak started. Your eyes roam his face and take in everything that has changed, and everything that remained. His full lips are chapped and his beard is still patchy. His brown hair had greyed over the years and it suited him. His fingers still twitched when he slept and he snored softly.

You drop your head and grit your teeth. After years of people gawking at your face, you scars didn’t faze you anymore. But now, you wish the face he looked at wasn’t the disfigured abomination that scared the shit out of little children. You wish your face was what it was before, the one that Joel had fallen in love with.

Years of building a wall around yourself proved useless because now you were just the foolish, insecure girl who still had hope. At this moment, you were not Mitch. You were not the woman behind the mask that the people in Jackson looked up to. You were sweet little girasol. Sunflower. The sweet girl who trusted too easily and wasn’t capable of shutting the fuck up. Joel always brought out that side of you because that was who he had fallen in love with. You felt stupid and pathetic because all that girl longed for was to be noticed, loved. To be someone’s first choice. She wanted her family and peace. She wanted to waltz with her husband and sing along to atrocious music with her daughter. She wanted heart wrenching arguments that ended in mumbled apologies and frantic kisses. She wanted to comfort her daughter and do her makeup.

You clench your jaw. That girl was the one who would get left behind if there was a crisis. She wasn’t fast enough. That girl was the one who people took advantage of. You were that girl no longer.

“You hungry?” Joel’s voice pulls out of your thoughts and you look up to find him staring at you.

You start to shake your head but your stomach grumbles and he chuckles, “I found canned food in the kitchen.”

“I know, Miller. I put them there. Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

As he rolls onto his back and sits up, you can see the tattoo. Yellow and brown etched onto his skin. It was a mutual gift for each other on your fifth wedding anniversary.

“Can you hand me my shirt?” you ask him.

“He reaches over and pats the grey fabric, “It’s still a bit damp. Here take this.” He gives you his brown coat. As you put the jacket on and try and tame your hair, he wears his shirt and jeans and then heads to the kitchen. Leaving you alone and draped in his jacket.

“So, what was your life like?” you ask him, because you can’t help yourself. You shove a forkful of whatever is on the plate into your mouth.

He freezes mid-chew and you resist the urge to look away. But you keep looking at him, no mask on, practically naked. Eating dinner made by his careful hands.

With a gulp he answers, “Content. Happy, I’d say. I was a contractor.” he pauses and rubs his left hand, “I..had a family.”

You hum in reply, “Were you still as grumpy as you are now?”

It shocks you to see a small lazy grin form on his face, “Sometimes, but my lady always made me feel better.”

You raise an eyebrow, and he stutters, “N-No I mean, not like that.”

If your memory serves you right, sometimes it was like that.

“Forgive me, but I find it hard to believe you were married.” you’re being stupid. You’re riling him up. It’s foolish and immature.

His lips quirk up. It’s unnerving, “For a long time, I couldn’t believe it myself. But she and my daughter were my whole world.”

You knew better than to ask about Sarah, so you just smiled, “They seem nice.”

You fully expect him to flinch or turn away when you smile because it looks like a grimace. Many people did.

He does nothing, only placing his plate on the table. It doesn’t faze him.

“Most people look away.” you tell him.

His eyes bore into your own, “I’m not most people.”

The silence is calming yet deafening. He’s so close yet so far away and all you have to do is tell him your name. All you have to do is turn around and take the jacket off and he’ll know.

He breaks the silence, “We’ll leave tomorrow morning, I reckon your clothes have already dried by now. That is, if you’re okay with me calling a few shots?”

You snort, “Sure, Miller.”

He nod, “Alright, Mitch.”

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Hello casual viewers of my headcanon posts! Guess what time it is? It’s “Ora stops neglecting Dobson in their HC posts” time! This time, I’m going to be giving what I just know the audience wants, and write some romantic headcanons for the silly Joja Man.

Word count: 1,873

Notes: im going off of headcanons primarily since this dude has like NO real canon substance.

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⋆ ︵︵Romantic Dobson HCs

You two started off as clear rivals. He was trying to help with the expansion of Joja Corporations within the valley, while you were thwarting his and Morris’s advances with the gradual expansion of the community center. The moment he ran into you he attempted to sell you a Joja Membership along with pitching you a few new products. The moment you shut this man down his attitude entirely goes 180. Unlike Morris who kept a more professional allure to him, Dobson entirely dropped what little care and consideration he had into not being snide or making underhanded remarks toward you. This led to the both of you fighting, which sparked somewhat of a rivalry between the two of you.

I feel like Dobson’s the kind of guy to entirely brush off how he feels. At first, he’s oblivious, then he realizes, then he dreads it, then he brushes it off and buries his crush for as long as possible. It’s a detriment to his work ethic, it’s getting in the way, it’s preventing him from doing what he needs. It’s preventing him from viewing you in a non-biased manner, and therefore, was bothersome. Nothing in his mind could convince him that falling for you was a good thing, no. It was an obstacle, and he didn’t need to focus on it. After all, the two of you were rivals. You were against what he stood for and you needed to stay out of his way. Nothing good would come from growing soft over you.

He’d come to terms with the fact that he had “””possibly””” garnered feelings for you when he started actually appreciating the sappier things in life. Rather than turning his nose up at the concept of cheesy romances, he found himself kind of yearning for a similar dynamic. He found himself starting to live life somewhat slower and found himself dwelling on an undeniable loneliness in his heart. Dear Yoba- he was hopeless! What started off as a potential crush had become full pining, and before he could catch himself, he was smiling in your direction more than he’d like to admit.

For a while, he tried to avoid you.

Then he approached you with caution, then he started talking himself up, and then his usual overzealous attitude had returned, albeit with different motives in mind. He started inviting you out with him, and overtime, would slip more vulnerable aspects of himself into conversation to see how you’d reply. It was an uncharted ground for him, but it felt… nice, oddly enough. He didn’t feel immature or stupid for bringing up more genuine parts of himself. He felt like he could be himself around you. How embarrassing, the one he tried so desperately to thwart was really starting to get to him.

He doesn’t seem like the type to ask someone out conventionally. He finds the idea terrifying, regardless of how highly he views himself. A part of him realizes that the rejection would utterly crush him for weeks on end, while the other part wants to think it’s because he knows he’s better than to stoop and practically beg someone to be with him. Besides, he hasn’t dated anyone before. Dobson has about as much dating experience as a brick wall. Instead, he takes you out, gets to know you better, figures out as much as he can about you to tailor the absolute perfect way of asking you out.

…Which he overthinks on. To the point he surprises you with a bouquet on one of your outings. As much as he doesn’t want to feed into the confusing traditions of the valley, it seems like the most easy to understand way of telling you how he feels. Instead of saying anything, he merely stares at you with an expression that says “I know you’ll accept but I’m shitting bricks over this.” So basically, his usual smug facial expression laced with indicators that he truly values how you’ll respond. This is accompanied by his foot tapping rhythmically behind him, and his vice grip on the damn bouquet. Poor flowers!

When you accept, he can’t help but appear noticeably giddy. That professional disposition he puts up melts away as if it were nothing, and he’s practically hopping up and down over the fact that he managed to win you over.

Do you remember how I said Morris reminded me of a cat coming into a relationship? Dobson’s like a non-socialized kitten in my mind. He doesn’t know how to navigate a relationship, and can come more harsh than loving at times. It takes him a long time to properly warm up, and at times, it seems like he’ll never come around. But he’s trying.

Dobson strikes me as someone who was forced to be mature a little too early in life. Not to mention the lack of conditioning to any kind of love that wasn’t conditional. As a result, he fears doing anything that could be seen as immature, and also has literally no idea how to be intimate with you. For the first little bit, he seems like he always has. Snobby, pretentious, a little less rude, but he’s slowly warming up. It takes him a while to figure out what his needs are and how he can navigate his relationship. I imagine him as either being a little overbearing at first or extremely distant for a while, then dialing either back and learning how to go at his own pace.

I imagine he shows his affection as subtle physical gestures, like holding your hand while you’re talking to someone around him, or playing with your hair. He also likes coming behind you and placing a hand against your side. He’s one of those losers who likes showing off that you’re his and how much he cherishes you. Tl;dr, he is very touchy, but doesn’t like doing any overly visible gestures in public. In private, he’s waaayyyy too awkward about it. A part of him worries that your perception of him will change if he acts too strange, while the other feels uncomfortable being so close with someone else. He’s a little spoon. He *can* big spoon, but at heart, he wants to be held.

As much as he would like to be more of a gift giver, I don’t actually see him as having a massively disposable income. And so, him giving gifts is a bit more of a rarity, but he tries his best to give you something worthwhile. Though, it can be a bit difficult for him to give a gift in a way that isn’t “I just happened to find this. I didn’t know if you’d like it, but- here- it- here!” in regards to anything he noticed you staring at. Bros awkward!!

While Dobson can cook, he doesn’t care much for doing it. Yes, he can cook meals for himself, yes he was independent for years, no he doesn’t particularly want to cook something for anyone else. And so, rather than offering meals to his S/O, I like imagining he sticks to tidying up the house and asking if he can pick up any chores they forgot to do. He loves doing something, adores being put to a task and exceeding at it, doing housework for you is ABSOLUTELY something he can show off with.

Dobson’s one of those people who has a more childish side, but genuinely has no idea how to go about expressing it or feeling comfortable with showing it around you. I feel like once he’s able to slowly bring those walls down, however, he’d be one of those people who absolutely adores play fighting or playing mundane, harmless pranks on his S/O. Bonus if he and his S/O end up laughing together and get to rest against one another after. In the first part of his relationship, he prefers sticking to extravagant dates. Sure, they eat a hole in his wallet, but they show he’s capable of planning only the best for his lover. What more could he want? After warming up to them and truly letting bits of himself show, however, he’d start shifting towards more comfortable dates. A home date where they’re both doing work together? Perfect. A museum date? Perfect. Sitting back in a scenic area having a picnic? Sure! Of course, he’d still take you out to the aforementioned fancy places, but they wouldn’t be the only thing to associate with dates with him anymore. Dobson adores movie nights, particularly ones where he and his S/O find the absolute worst garbage on whatever streaming service they’re using and laughing at it. What better way to spend a night than giving commentary on overhyped garbage? Or expending your energy commenting on an abomination that was better off never greenlit? It’s a great way to wean down his more judgmental side while also being able to joke and cut up. Despite his viewpoints on the activities of the townsfolk, I imagine he has a soft spot for the museum. He’s a firm believer in the statement “Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it.” As ironic as that may be. He likes looking back on historical documents, objects, and seeing how far the world and its people have advanced since then. It both reassures him and has him questioning whether or not the path he’s gone down was truly worth it. Plus, he’s a rock nerd. I imagine he’d like dates where he gets to go to museums or exhibitions or things of that nature. If you brought this man a geode after you were dating, he’d stare at its luster for around 10 minutes then saunter off to place it near his bed promptly after. Dobson, at heart, is a jealous, insecure fella. I feel like for the first little bit in a relationship he’d need occasional reassurance that he wasn’t doing anything wrong, or that there was nothing to worry about, or that no, because he couldn’t convince his S/O to join Joja that he’s a total failure and that they’re still on opposing sides. Dobson is a man who lives under the concept of bravado and a facade, eventually, his genuine fears and worries start seeping through, and that vulnerable side of him is shown. Dobson, along with this, is the king of overworking. He’s in a high ranking Joja Position at a young age, he’s definitely worked to the bone juggling both college work and Joja Communications work. He has a bad habit of taking on more than he can handle, pulling all nighters, then waltzing around with only energy from a can of carbonated garbage to keep him going. There have definitely been times he’s worked all day, come home, then collapsed on his couch only to realize he had something planned with his S/O not too long after. Does he still try to make these plans? Of course. Does he fail horribly? Yes. It takes his S/O’s constant concern and dejectedness toward him in said state to make him start realizing, “Maybe… I should consider some changes?” TL;DR He is my silly goofer and I see him as a very complex loser.

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