OBEY ME DEVILDOM

*I've always wanted to write about little Fluffy segments on the side about how MC felt in a new place like the Devildom with all these people she should be afraid of but finds an odd sense of belonging.

So this is my small take on it.*

The Royal Demons of the Devildom...

"Thou shall not be pass..."

"Good, you've arrived." Barbatos opened the door with a smile, "Lord Diavolo is waiting in the Study Hall."

Solomon had been kind enough to escort me as far as the front gate of the Academy, knowing that the only demons that were on the school grounds were just the two that requested my presense.

"Is something wrong?" I asked Barbatos as he guided me down the hallway.

"Why would something be the matter?" He seemed genuinely shocked that I would think otherwise.

"Usually when you're summoned back to school after everyone has gone home, it's never usually for something good."

"I see." He almost sounded puzzled, which made me think that that type of thing never really happened here.

I wasn't too sure who Barbatos was to Lord Diavolo or what his position here entailed at the Academy.

His manner screamed butler, but his personality spoke of a very intellegent being.

He had to be if he was Lord Diavolo's most trusted companion.

"Lord Diavolo only wishes to see how you are doing." Barbatos said rather cordially. "There is only so much we can get out of the student collective about your wellbeing, so we thought asking you would be more effective."

I really didn't know what to say.

Things were different here in this realm, but then a lot of things were just the same as it was when I was back at home.

I was still a loner.

I still had no friends.

And the popular people wanted nothing to do with me.

"I guess you could say it's an experience I'll never forget."

"A good experience I hope."

Lord Diavolo asked as I entered the large room filled with hardwood desks.

The future ruler of the Devildom was nothing like the demon brothers, his smile was so disarming you couldn't help but be drawn in.

Not wanting to lie, I cast my gaze elsewhere as I admitted. "It could be a little bit better."

"Those brothers aren't being unpleasant to you are they?"

Seeing the questioning look on his face, I hesitated for moment before I answered him.

Although I couldn't tell a lie to save myself, I also was not someone that liked to cause trouble.

Not for others, and definitely not for me.

"Not at all. I've never met such dedicated students before." Dedicated to themselves would be a more accurate description, but then he didn't have to know that part. "I've managed to get to know each of them fairly well."

Lucifer was a perfectionist.

Mammon was a masochist.

Leviathan was anti social.

Satan was sarcastic.

Asmodeus was narcasstic.

Beelzebub was a hog.

And Belphegor wasn't supposed to be here.

"I do hope Lucifer has made everything easy enough for you?"

He did in some ways.

"He managed to get me to my right classes when I was lost, and discouraged a few of the demon students sudden interest in me."

"And Mammon?"

I could never forget the five rules.

"He's very honest."

"Oh good." Lord Diavolo almost looked relieved. "For a moment I thought I was going to have a word with them all."

It was a good thing I didn't say anything bad about them.

"Please don't do anything on my account, they've been more then helpful since my arrival to the Devildom." I glaced up at the clock, a little concerned at how late it was getting. "If that was all you needed to know, I was wanting to head back to the House of Lamentation before nightfall."

Diavolo nodded. "I understand, would you be alright to go on your own? I can have Barbatos escort you?"

About to accept gracefully, another voice interrupted us.

"That won't be necessary." Lucifer stepped in to the study hall, his eyes looking directly at me. "I'll do the honors."

I didn't know whether to be relieved or concerned.

"Excellent. That will be all then, we will see you both tomorrow."

Lord Diavolo waved with a cheery smile.

If only everything here were as cheerful as him.

PART 3

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The Mandolorian reached down, absent-mindedly pulling the scarf into his hands when something fell from it, landing with a light thud on the powdery snow below.

The holocron.

Din's voice caught in his throat. Luke found it! No wonder he was so insistent on recovering the scarf. He held the artifact up in the air toward the jedi triupmhantly, only to have that feeling shatter like glass the second his eyes settled on Luke's now limp body. Din nearly dropped the cube as he ran back to Luke's side.

"No, no no, cyar'ika, please, don't fall asleep. You've got to stay awake for me." Din begged, but knew he was fighting a losing battle. Luke barely stirred at his words. Din tried to get his hands back over the wound but they were too limp and slipped off. Din swore under his breath when he realized Luke's violent shivering had stopped.

That's when he gave himself a moment to panic. He reached down, grasping at Luke's shirt and placing the forehead of his helmet down on Luke's chest. A small sob eacaped his mouth. This wasn't supposed to happen. Something in him screamed that Luke should never be harmed. Not that he couldn't be, he was a person after all, and he was always near danger, but it just felt... wrong to see Luke like this.

The mandolorian broke from his moment of panic, knowing time was not on their side. Din set his jaw, whispering a quiet "okay, alright" to himself as he thought of a plan. He pulled the coat he had put over Luke tighter around his shoulders. He didn't have any bacta patches on him, so the wound would have to wait until they got back to the ship.

Carefully, ever so carefully, Din scooped one arm under Luke's shoulders and the other under both knees.

"Ni Ceta, cyre." He apologized, before hoisting the jedi up in his arms, pulling a whine from the young jedi's lips. Din held him close, tucking his head into his shoulder to protect him from the elements before activating his jetpack and rushing toward the ship.

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Slamming the entry door behind him, Din rushed to deposit Luke in the ship's medbay. He needed to warm up. Right now. His lips were purple, his golden hair frozen to his forehead, and he had stopped shivering whuch meant his body had stopped fighting. Hypothermia had most definitely set in.

Reluctantly leaving the jedi's side, he rushed to the control panel and turned the heat up as high as it could. The circuit board blinked ten missed calls, three from General Leia and the other seven from Han Solo. He promised himself he'd call back at some point, but that was the last thing on his list of priorities at the moment. Setting the ship to auto-pilot, he left the cockpit and rushed back down to the ship's hold, putting water on to heat and collecting every blanket he could find.

Before he could smother the jedi in the warm blankets he had to stop the wound from bleeding. He gingerly lifted Luke's shirt, causing the young man to stir, a sudden presense in his head that felt like it was pushing him away and a trembling warning of "don't" echoed in his mind. Din shushed him, rubbing his arm to try and convey that he meant no harm. There wasn't much he could do for it now, not with the equipment he had available and Luke would need to be taken to a Medcenter, but he could at least stop the bleeding. Din tapped Luke's ice cold arm. "I'll be right back."

He grabbed two large bacta patches and a warm wet towel to clean the wound. Kneeling back down next to Luke's body, he gently reached down to wipe the blood staining the jedi's side. A sudden heaviness set in the air and that warning flashed through his mind again. Din shushed Luke again and tried to continue but there it was again, louder this time, and now he could feel an invisible force lightly pushing back against him.

Din tested it, taking his hands away from Luke's side, then back again, each time the feeling diapersed. Back and forth- push. Back and forth- push. Back and forth- push.

"Kriff it." Din swore as he tossed the rag away, knowing it was useless at this point. In one quick movement shoved one patch under Luke's side and the other on top.

A Force Wave burst from the jedi's body, shoving Din hard against the opposite wall.

Din shook his head, stunned by the sudden outburst before his eyes settled on Luke who was now semi awake and jerking violently in the bed. The mandolorian rushed to his side, one hand on his arm the other on his cheek.

"Cyar'ika, Luke listen, it's me! It's Din, you're safe. I've got you, you're gunna be fine." Din tried as Luke screamed incoherently, wide eyes struggling to settle on the Mandolorian. "Luke, you have to stop, you were shot, you're suffering from hypothermia, I need you to calm down. Let me help you. Gedet'ye, cyre."

Luke slowly began to settle, blind panic settling in to exhaustion and pain, his face falling as he started to cry. "I-It h-hurts." He managed.

Din's heart dropped into his boots.

"I know. I know, I'm so sorry. But you're going to be just fine." Behind him the water he had put on began to signal it was heated. Din turned to grab it but something freezing cold gripped his hand and he looked to see Luke hanging on to him like a lifeline. Din squeezed the cold hand, taking notice of how purple his fingers now were. "I'll be right back, I'm not leaving." He slipped out of the icy grip and grabbed the water and making tea. He helped Luke sit up and told him to drink and Luke did so with great difficulty. Once he had some warm liquid in his belly Din buried him in blankets.

After about 10 minutes the ship was like a sauna on a pleasure planet. Even after stripping down to just his pants after he got Luke calmed down enough to close his eyes, Din was sweating. Yet Luke still hadn't begun to shiver again. Din paused, looking at the jedi for a moment as he carefully considered his next move. He knew he had to get Luke's body up to temperature and fast and he knew the best way to do that.

"Luke," Din said, carefully approaching the jedi who barely mumbled in response. "I'm going to touch you now. Don't throw me across the room." He said, hoping for some reaction but getting none. The mandolorian took a deep breath and a chance.

Trying not to jostle Luke, he carefully slid in behind the jedi and pulled him close, the Luke's back leaning up against his bare chest as Din wrapped his legs around his sides, careful to avoid the injury there. Luke jumped momentarily before sinking back into the heat Din's body was giving off.

A long sit and a very sweaty mandolorian later, Luke finally began to shiver. And after, he stopped shivering naturally. Finally, Din felt like he could breathe again. He allowed himself to relax, knowing there was nothing more he could do now except wait. He hunkered down closer to Luke, resting his chin in Luke's hair. His eyes began to slide shut, rest finally calling him.

That is, until, something else called instead. A ping rang out through the room signaling an incoming call.

Din groaned, knowing he couldn't ignore the what was bound to be Han or Leia, but loathe to leave Luke. Regrettably, Din pulled himself from the bed, slipping on his shirt, chest plate, and helmet for privacy before answering the call.

"Mando! Where the hell have you been? I've been trying to call you !" Came the voice of a very stressed Han Solo.

"We ran into some trouble." Din said simply, wondering how many questions the man would ask.

"Where's the kid?" He said, his voice deadly serious.

"Luke's here. He's hurt." Din told him honestly.

"Yeah, I know." Din tilted his head in surprise. Han crossed his arms, clearly upset. "Leia and Grogu started freaking out. I thought Leia was having a heart attack, and Grogu won't stop bugging out, grabbing his head, running around, tryjng to tell me stuff but I can't understand a word he says."

Din sighed. Luke's force signature and connection to the two acted as a warning signal when something was happening to the other, sometimes even effecting them physically.

"He's... he's stable." Din started.

"I don't like the sound of that." Han said.

"We need the Medcenter ready to receive him when we land." Din said, desperately trying to keep his voice even. "He was shot."

Han sucked in a breath through his nose, his mouth separating in shock. "Blaster fire?"

Din shook his head. "Bullet."

Han's eyes blew wide. "Kark, that's... well that's just uncivilized! Anything else I need to know?"

Din pursed his lips beneath the mask. "He's suffering from hypothermia."

Han paused, his eyes distant for a moment and Din wondered, recalling what Luke had told him in the cave, if he was remembering the last time he himself saw Luke in that state. "Kriff." He swore, rubbing his hands over his face. "How did this happen? Where were you?" Han asked and Din felt a pang of regret.

"Luke was kidnapped while I was incompacitated." Din answered.

Han sucked in a breath, angry his friend and brother wasn't protected properly, Din knew, because he felt the same way. "Look, you can tell me more when you get here and we get him fixed up, alright?" the smuggler said and Din nodded in response. "I gotta go talk to Leia and explain all this. Let me know when you're close to landing, the Medcenter will be ready."

Before Din could respond, Han hung up. Din took the helmet back off, wiping the sweat from his brow. It was still hotter than Tattooine on board. He double-checked their course before returning to Luke's side, silently apologizing to the unconscious jedi all the way back to Endor.

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It took two days and a handful of bacta baths and patches later to fully revive the jedi.

Two days of Din hoping he didn't mess up his field medication, two days of a cold jedi and a tired Han. Two days of Leia and Grogu fighting the pain in their heads from Luke's own pain.

Two days to sit with his failure.

Of course the first thing Luke asked for when he's conscious is the holocron.

"Are you going to open it?" Din asked when Luke didn't activate it, opting to fumbling around the cube in his hands.

Luke's eyes locked on his, two windows into the bluest ocean and Din knew he could drown in them.

"I wanted to thank you first. For saving me and for helping me find this." He said, his gentle voice filled with gratitude the mandolorian felt he did not deserve.

"I almost let you die." Din reminded him.

"I almost let you die." Luke retorted.

"No, you saved my life." Din corrected him.

"As did you." Luke countered.

Din sighed. "You're determined to contradict me, aren't you?"

"I'm determined to see the truth, and the truth is I was captured while failing to save you and you ended up saving me." Luke said matter of factly.

Din threw his hands up in the air. "Then we're at an impass."

Luke let out a small laugh, hiding his smile by ducking his chin down, his blonde hair falling over his eyes and Din decided that was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "I guess we are." the jedi said, before looking back up at the Mandolorian. "I've been meaning to ask you, when I was..." Luke trailed off for a moment. Din filled in the blanks, the image of Luke's broken body lying in the snow invading his mind. "...well, you said some things I don't think I understood."

Din felt a red hot flush crawl up his neck. He'd never been more grateful for his helmet. "Um...well I was worried, and when I worry I sometimes forget to stick to Basic and end up slipping into Mand'oa. It was just things like I'm sorry and such. Just slipped out."

"So, 'Cyar'ika' is 'I'm sorry?'" Luke asked, genuinely curious. Din silently cursed the fact that the man was a jedi, because anyone else wouldn't have remembered such details when they were busy dying of hypothermia and a gut wound. "Or is that 'Crye'? Or are they similar?"

This time Din ducked his head, not able to hold eye contact with Luke, even through the layer of his mask. "No." He said, hoping that was the end of it, but Luke waited, scooting forward in the bed ever so slightly, waiting for an answer. Din took a deep breath. "It...um...they are...terms of endearment?" He said, testing the waters. When Luke didn't react, Din continued. "Cyar'ika means...um, kark- it well...it means like... sweeheart o-or darling and-and Cyre means...it means beloved or...love."

Luke's eyes widen, a flush making its way across his cheeks. "Oh." He breathed out.

There was a beat of silence as Luke took it all in and Din let it sink in that he actually just told him that. The mandolorian stood. "I should go." He said, turning toward the door.

"No, Din, wait." Luke said, reaching for him and grabbing his wrist, gently turning him back to face him. Luke tugged him so that he was kneeling in front of Luke's bed. The jedi took both his hands first, then they made their way to his helmet. "May I?" He asked. Din, to his own surprise, nodded immediately. Luke removed his helmet, placing it delicately next to him on the mattress, before returning his hands to Din's. "I am happy you were there. You have become more important to me now then I would like to admit. Almost losing you on the bank of that river I...I couldn't breathe. I...I love you, too." Luke said, before turning beat red and pulling his hands from Din's. "That is...if that's what you...Oh, you probably just said those words in the heat of the moment, oh kriff, I'm an idiot..." The jedi stumbled over himself. "Um, I'm sorry i just assumed--"

Din chuckled, cutting Luke off with a kiss. Their lips connected and something ignited im the air around them. Like something so new and precious, but something that's always been there. The two melded into one and for a brief moment nothing else mattered. The events of the past week melted away like ice in the hot sun.

Luke pulled away, a laugh dancing off his lips as he mumbled an apology. Din wasn't sure what he meant until he noticed every object in the room was floating back down to it's correct spot in the room. Din caught the holocron before it landed back down, climbing up next to Luke on the bed, his free hand wrapping around the jedi's.

"What on this thing, anyway?" Din questioned, tossing it in the air like a ball for a moment.

Luke shrugged next to him. "Not quite sure, honestly. It's from the jedi temple, gotta be at least thirty years old. I'm hoping to be able to learn more about the jedi way but a lot of this information was destroyed during the rise of the Empire." He took it from Din, poking and prodding at it until a blue hued hologram lit up the sml medcenter room.

Before them stood a tall man with nearly shoulder length brown hair and jedi robes, darker than what Din had ever seen a jedi wear and Din's couldn't stop staring at his familiar blue eyes that were almost as blue as Luke's. Beside him stood a Togruta girl, no older than 16 with duo lightsabers Din recognized, fighting in what could only be The Clone Wars of old. Beside him Luke gasped, and Din tore his eyes away from the holographic pair to look at the jedi. His eyes were watery with unshed tears, his free hand clasped over his mouth. "That's...I think that's my father." Luke said. Din squeezed his hand. "I never knew him like this." Luke said, voice barely above a whisper as his eyes followed the holographic ghost of his father

Din's eyebrows knit together. "Who's the girl?" He asked.

Luke's eyebrows mimicked Din's. "I think thats my aunt."

"You're Aunt?" Din asked, looking at Luke, who's eyes still hadn't left the projection.

"Yes...I never met her." He said, distantly.

Din paused. "I think I have."

Luke blinked once. Then twice. Then turned the holocron off, turning fully to look at the mandolorian. "...You WHAT?"

THE END

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Lion and the Lamb (Ivar x Reader) Part 5/20

summary: everything seems to be getting better. thats until your clumsiness causes Ivar to be in an angered state, causing you to flee in fear from kattegat straight into the hands of danger. thats until ivar the boneless is at your rescue. the start of something?

warning: violence, language and hints at rape but nothing too serious

UMM TWO UPDATES OF LION AND THE LAMB? WHO IS SHE!!!! ENJOYY, THIS WAS MY FAVE PART TO WRITE, I TOOK LOTS OF INSPO FROM BEAUTY AND THE BEAST BTW!

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I had finished painting the bark for Sigrid’s family, finding her family came from a long line of blacksmiths. The family seemed much nicer to me and I was grateful, especially with the long line of requests I had for painting families in their homes and on their shields. 

I was glad I was warming up to the people, I’d hope it would only get better from here.

Spending a day on the artwork, the paint was all over my hands and some of it managed to get all over my dress. I had asked Ama to dress me in a plainer one knowing I would paint a little on it as a result of the work, yet this dress seemed a mess now. Face palming myself for not asking Ama about the blanket, I’ll ask tonight.

With the paints gathered all in my hands I made it back to the main hall, greeted by the smell of food. My stomach grumbled at the sight of some thralls bringing in plates of bread and hot food. Noticing Ivar and Ubbe at the table I sighed, finally dinner would not be eaten alone. Ubbe would surely keep me company. 

Noticing their immense concentration on the parchments in front of them I walk up to them. Ivar seems to notice my presense and he looks from Ubbe back to me, “good of you to join us.” His words are laced in a mocking tone. I ignore him and instead I smile at Ubbe who has the biggest smile on his face at my disheveled state. 

"How was it?" Ubbe asks, referring to the paints in my hands.

"Great," I sigh. "I've finished one so far, it'll take me two more weeks to get through the rest of the paintings." Ubbe nods in content, Ivar pays no mind and studies the map in front of him. "What is this?" Pointing towards the plan in front of them, directing my question to Ubbe, Ivar seems to interject.

"None of your business, Christian." I turn my head and roll my eyes. I was starting to get used to Ivar's relentless attitude, and I knew he wouldn't do anything, not with Ubbe here, I'd hoped.

"It is her business Ivar, she is your wife and the queen of Kattegat." Ivar pays no mind to Ubbe's statement and shifts his attention back to Ubbe. Ivar's back is turned to me as I sit in front of Ubbe beside Ivar, seated at the end of the table.

They start to converse in a different language, Ivar's attempts to disregard me and stop my questions. Leaning over the table lightly to look over the maps, I notice the considerable resemblance to England, with the canals and small rivers surrounding it. Out of curiosity, I snatch one of the parchments lying on the side.

Ivar's eyes narrow as he watches me study it, it doesn't take him long before he snatches back the map. Before I could even review it adequately enough.

"Hey, I was looking at that." He rolls his eyes and shakes his head before placing it back under the pile of parchment. I huff, annoyed, and look towards Ubbe, who is amused.

"Ubbe, when can I meet your wife?" I ask, happily. Ubbe perks up at the mention of Torvi, and I smile. Ivar sighs beside us at my interruption and clicks his tongue. Ubbe and I pay no mind to him.

"I can send her, she's willing to meet you." Before I could respond, Ivar interrupts.

"Ubbe," Ivar warns. Ubbe shakes his head and smiles my way. "We have come here to discuss our raid not to chitchat with the Christian." He slams his fist to the table lightly, but I shake my head

"I am just making conversation with my brother-in-law, what is so wrong with that?" He ticks his tongue while he shakes his head.

"You are distracting us if I knew you would join us and bother us I would have done this elsewhere." Ubbe watches this unfold, and all I can do is shake my head and furrow my eyebrows.

"I want to help, Ivar. My advice last time helped, didn't it?" Ivar shakes his head but says nothing.

"Her knowledge helped Ivar, let her stay." Ivar's jaw clenches at Ubbe's interjection. I take Ivar's silence as a response and a clear indication that I won. Well, Ubbe won.

They began to converse again, Ubbe looking to me every now and again. The thralls began to put plates and cutlery in front of us to prepare for dinner. I was excited, I was starving.

The paints lay in front of me, not noticing the opened black color I grab at my cup and in the process knock over the paint. I gasp in horror. Shit! Watching as the black paint drips to the maps. It engulfs the ends of the map, cutting off a quarter of the parchment.

Ivar's eyes trail from the paper to me, I gasp, and I gulp harshly. "Ivar, I am so sorry-"

His voice was loud and filled with anger. "You stupid Christian!." He leans closer towards me, the ax clenched in his hand.

"Ivar," Ubbe warns.

"What Ubbe?!" He leans even closer to me, which causes me to bump into the table as I jump up. "You are clumsy and stupid." Ivar turns to face me after looking back towards Ubbe. I am petrified, Ivar's eyes are dark now, laced in pure anger. "I'm going to blood eagle you in the hall and crucify you on that wall, you stupid woman!" He yells I jump at his voice. I do not move, fear to keep me in place.

He grabs at the parchment and watches as the paint drips off onto the stained table. He clenches his jaw and looks up from me in narrowed eyes.

This sets him off as the ax on his belt seems to fly right past my head, and it clatters against the wall, "GET OUT!" He yells, voices dark and angry. I bolt, rushing past Ubbe, who attempts to grab my arm to stop me, but I push past and out the door.

Completely forgetting my items or belongings, I know where I had to go. I had to get out of here, I needed to find a way home.

Ama's hand stops me as she grabs my arm, she had seen the scene unfold. I look to her, "I need to get out of here." Ama lets go of my arm as I rush past her, not even giving her a second look.

Rushing out into the open, people were giving me small looks of confusion. I paid them no mind as I rushed past them, a fistful of my dress in my hand as I ran.

It had taken me a minute before I had exited Kattegat's walls, and now I was off past a field and a few farms to the nearing foliage before me. I would hopefully be able to escape any searchers and maybe even find a place to sleep. I was a mess, I was ridden with anxiety and my rash actions, but fear was there, not for my escape but Ivar's actions. This was the first I'd seen of Ivar's fury. This was what the stories were, the man who was brutal and course. I had seen it, and I knew, marriage or no marriage, I was not going to stay any longer.

I thought back to Ama and even Sigrid, the little girl I had painted for who seemed like a new friend. I was no pagan, I knew they'd be better off without me.

I stop to catch my breath and look back behind me to the endless tree line, I was going to get lost. But I decided I needed to continue instead, quickening my pace to walk faster instead of run. Where was I going? I didn't know. Hopefully, I would end up finding a small village with some people who would help me find shelter and then a boat.

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I had been walking for some time now, the sky was darkening, it was a thick grey. It might rain. I needed to find a place to sit under. I walked a few meters ahead before noticing the fire's crackling. I sighed, maybe they could help me. Slowly reaching, I was unsure what to say or even if I should just continue on up ahead.

Reaching a clearing where fire and some mats were places. No was there; however, maybe if I stood there for a bit, someone would return, and I could take warmth for the night.

Noticing some fish to the side and some weapons, my stomach did not grumble from my prior hunger. I had other things to worry about. Hearing the breaking off leaves and twigs, I twist my head to the side, and taking a step back, my back collides with a chest.

Turning sharply, I find a man with a thick blonde beard. His lips fixed to a smirk and eyes glazed—his grabs at my arm tightly.

"Let me go, I just need shelter I mean no harm." He seems to not pay attention to my words and tugs me forward. Away from the fire. "Let me go!" I squeal, tugging, and pulling at the grip on my arm. He was much more reliable in strength than me. Clearly, his height and built had something to do with it.

I was panicking now, I always get myself into trouble. "Please, where are you taking me!" the man ignores me still pulls me away from the clearing from the fire. He was probably taking me back to Ivar; these were his men. Ivar was going to do something much worse, and at that thought, I struggled even more. Using my feet, I kick him in the legs, but he's quick. Moving his legs in time, he grips me harder, and I squeal at the pain.

"Stop! What are you doing!" He whistles out with his spare hand. What was he doing? I thrash around, but he catches my other arm with his spare one. Realizing he was calling for someone else, another man comes through the clearing. This time with wild long ginger hair, but he was much shorter.

They start to converse in another language, and I realize he would not have understood me. So I move and thrash.

"Help! Please, someone!" Anyone, please. He no longer moved me further into the treeline. He stops in place, wasn't he taking me to Ivar? The man shoves me forward, his strength causing me to fall flat on my face. My body aches at the wind escaped my lungs quickly. I groan at the contact, scramble up to crawl away. My dress catching on my knees at the quick movement.

The men laugh at my attempts, yet they seem to not stop me scrambling. Maybe they've given up. Hastily grasping my dress, I crawl, but the copper-haired male comes closer towards me, and using his foot knocks me on my back harshly.

I had never been treated like this before, I was terrified for what they'd do to me. I needed to get out of here, I'm so stupid. Getting up on my forearms to stand the two men near me.

The bigger blonde male sniggered at my fear, scrambling back in hopes of delaying whatever they were going do to me. What had I gotten myself into, tears begin to form, and I know no crying was not going to save me now.

"Please, no," putting my hands up in defense. One of the taller men grabs at my wrist. They speak amongst them in a foreign language that I do not understand. Oh, dear Lord, save me.

One of the burley men grasp at my leg while the other stands over me, I twist and turn. I am a fool, he would shame me and kill me, this is how my life ends. Why did I not stay in Kattegat?

The sound of the men soon mixed with the distinct sound of a horse, a chariot lead by a white stallion darted towards us; the men were shocked in place. As were I. It was Ivar, the men direct their attention to the Viking king shooting towards them.

His chariot was darting closer at high speed, however before I could scramble out the way, Ivar stoops his horse close beside the two men. The stallion neighing in protest to the sudden stop.

Knocking one of the men over in the process, as he swings right beside us, I scramble back further as the men soon let go of me and focus further onto the incoming threat. I was in shock, utterly unsure, with eyes widened at the scene in front of me.

My body was shaking, and all I could do was watch as Ivar knocked the shorter man to the ground, his victory was short-lived as the taller man stabbed Ivar in the thigh. I gasp in horror.

Ivar seemed to drop off the chariot in the process, but this didn't seem to falter him as he raised his ax to the shorter man and used the advantage of the man's position to stab him.

Ivar pounded his weapon repeatedly into the man's chest, resting on my elbows. I watched as Ivar’s yelling matched to the stabbing. Anxiety and pure panic continued to race my heart and cause my body to shake in fear. The other man’s face was horrified at Ivar’s actions, and I watched as he scrambled up out into the forest line.

The blood splayed in the cold air, splashing onto Ivar’s face. The man was dead, that is for sure. Ivar slowed his movements as the adrenaline seemed to cease from his veins.

The fire in his eyes died down, and instantly he dropped his weapon to the side and slumped down in exhaustion. Scrambling onto all fours to push me up, the pain in my arm throbbed, and I hissed. Ivar’s stab wound caused him to groan, but I paid no mind.

I get up and rush towards the white horse, this could be my runaway opportunity. Looking to the surrounding foliage of trees in front of me I prepare to mount it. Preparing to leave, it was my chance to run. Looking back towards Ivar for a moment and noticing his body limp, but his breathing ragged.

I couldn’t leave him here. Ivar almost growls in pain, and his breathing becomes labored as he presses his hand into his leg, with the knife laying to the side. I couldn’t leave him there, could I? He had saved my life.

Rushing over towards him, I assess the damage. Ivar said nothing to me, so I attempt to help him.

“Ivar, hold still, please.” Ivar grunts at the pain, I watch as the blood seeps into the ground. His wound was bloodied, a pitted black stain large on his thigh. Clasping my hand over his leg. Ivar jerks up in protest, but I continue to securely press into the wound. “Ivar, I want to help you.”

"You need to help me," I say, pressing a hand to his shoulder and the other to his leg. His jaw clenched, breathing rushed and labored. "You have to help me, you need to stand," Ivar says nothing, I gulp harshly before helping him push himself to sit up. He groans loudly as I heave him up. The wind begins to quicken, and the cold meets my thinly clothed arms.

"That hurts you, stupid woman." I sit back, shocked at his sneered words.

"I am trying to help you!"

"This would have not happened if you hadn't run away." I huff at his remark and furrow my eyebrows.

"If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away." He rolls his eyes even in his state. His insults do not falter me as I grasp his arm to stand. The horse Ivar had come with, tied to the chariot, proved useful. Maybe not for my escape plan but to help him. I decided it'd be best I walk beside the horse. So that's what I did, seating Ivar in the chariot, his protests followed, however.

"I am not useless, I am a man," I shake my head in annoyance. His words were random, but I ignore them, more focused on the injury.

"So, you can walk back to Kattegat?" I remark, hoping Ivar's complaints would end, and he'd let me get us back to Kattegat. He says nothing but clenches his jaw in pain and props himself further into the chariot to sit. Ivar watches me as I disappear onto the white stallion. Rubbing at its side, I sigh, back to Kattegat we go.

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Making it back to Kattegat was a cold journey, guilt-trip, but after some direction from Ivar, we had made it again. Ivar was relentless in demonstrating he was still the fearless king, but the pain showed, and Ubbe helped me take him to our chambers. Ubbe's eyes wouldn't leave me as I had Ivar's arm wrapped over my shoulder for support. He was shocked, as were I.

"Do not touch me!" He bellowed as I attempted to cut the fabric from his legs to reveal the deep wound underneath. I shake my head and clench my jaw, awaiting for the thralls to come and attend to him.

"Hold still, Ivar," I say calmly as I tug at his clothes again. Ama and a few thralls rush towards me with a steaming bowl of water and some cloth. Ama passes me the fabric, not even attempting to heal the angered king herself, I don't blame her.

I hesitate to take the cloth from her hands. She gives me a look of uncertainty before I dip the fabric into the water. Ivar twists on the bed, pushing away the thralls as they stand beside me in fear. I'm guessing they have never dealt with Ivar, not with his legs. The ones he hides behind a brace and the crutch.

Being so close to Ivar in our shared chambers was odd, and I wasn't sure how to feel, especially as Ubbe urged the thralls out, Ama was pushed out, and I began to feel nervous. I wasn't fully assured of my healing skills, but from my knowledge, I knew I could stop the infection and hopefully ease his pain.

"Ivar, let her tend to your wound." Ivar shook his head with a clenched jaw. It was only us three in the room now, I appreciated Ubbe's attempts it assured me that Ivar might agree to let me help him.

He sneers but nods, jaw clenched harder than before. I don't know if its from the pain or the proximity. I hesitate before looking up towards Ubbe, who nods in my direction. Using the small knife, Ubbe had handed me I cut at the pant leg. A short cut had already been made by the blade, so I used my hands to rip the fabric. Ubbe notices my struggle and takes the knife and cuts a long strip down the pant. Revealing his crippled ones underneath.

Paying no mind to it, I take the dampened cloth and dab it on the wound. Ivar hisses, and I look up with a guilty look on my face. "I am sorry Ivar, this is going to hurt." However, his face wasn't laced with pain as much of his face was almost down. It'd seem he was vulnerable, and I had never seen Ivar like it before.

I did not mind his legs; if anything, they did not change the fact he had saved me and that I was grateful for that.

(gif’s in this section found by @fantasydevil2002​)

Ivar looks at me for a moment before his face turns sour, and he pushes my arm away forcibly. Ubbe sighs, “Ivar, do not make me get Hvitserk or the thralls.” Ivar groans and crosses his arms over his clothed chest. He huffs and settles his arms beside him. I turn to Ubbe,

“leave us for a moment, please?” Ubbe’s eyes almost widen at my request, but he also nods slowly, and Ivar also seems shocked. But I pay no attention to Ivar, watching as Ubbe hesitates at the door before leaving.

Turning my attention back to Ivar, I smile softly. “Thank you for saving my life.” Ivar looks at me from the side of his eyes, an almost smile making it to his lips. Hope to fill my heart.

"You're welcome." That's all I got, but it was short and sweet. Voice low and his face laced with uncertainty. Ivar let me tend to his wound, I continued to wipe the blood clean from his leg. I paid no attention to the state of his legs but the injury itself, hoping to ensure he can trust me.

It was a comfortable silence between us, it was a calming silence. Ivar's quietness warmed my heart as he no longer insulted me, but let me touch him. I was praying in my head that this would last just until he would be stitched by the thralls.

"I will grab Ama to help stitch you up." He nods but says nothing. Getting up from my spot beside the bed, I call for Ama. Looking back to Ivar, who dared not look me in the eyes for the rest of the night.

--

"I am surprised he let you attend to his legs," Ubbe says, making himself comfortable by the crackling fire to the side of the room.

"He is so stubborn," I admit plainly. Ubbe laughs a little at my statement. I sit parallel to him at the end of the bed.

Ivar was being attended by the thralls, taking a bath. I was glad to be alone with Ubbe. His company was always welcoming, and I was now more than excited to meet Torvi, hopefully soon.

"How is your arm?" Ubbe sat opposite me.

I hadn't noticed the throbbing in my own arm until Ama had pointed it out. Making a makeshift bandage around my bicep. I smile small, 

"It is alright." he nods at my response, "Ivar is in the most pain, mine is just a bruise" Ubbe laughs.

"Where were you running to?" his question was random and couldn't help but stare at Ubbe for a moment before swallowing thickly.

"I don't know where somewhere far from here." he shakes his head. Guilt wells up in my stomach at Ivar who had been more than bruised from the attack. Remembering the dead man in the forest.

"If I had known he would come after me and injure himself, I would not have run."

"Why did you run away so far?" He asked, sitting back against the chair comfortably.

"I was afraid, I thought running away would be better and I wasn't sure if I was ever going to be happy here, I don't fit in. I miss my family." Ubbe smiles at my words, and my cheeks get warm as my throat thickens.

"Ivar is Ivar, he will get better with time. I know he resents the things he said, he is ill-tempered."

"Ivar? Feel bad?" I say, dumb-founded by Ubbe's claims. He shook his head with a cheeky smile on his face.

"Ivar has a way with words; he says things to hide his true feelings," he says, running two fingers on the end of his hairy chin. "As soon as he scared you out of Kattegat, he ordered and was out of here like thunder. To find you."

I scoff and shake my head, "it's not that he felt bad Ubbe, the woman he has a marital alliance with was running away, which could affect that agreement." Ubbe studies me before shaking his head.

"I don't think so, you two may not be in love, but he knows that he crossed the line. Ivar is always full of surprises. As you saw, he let you tend to him, willingly." I let his words settle in my head. Ivar's act in saving my life was beyond what I expected. Looking to a week ago, when Ivar destroyed my belongings and mocked my religion that he would save my life today was plainly laughable.

Yet, here I stood with a bruised arm and an injured Ivar who had willingly let me tend to his legs. Something seemingly obscure but I knew tomorrow was going to be a new day. Hopefully, Ivar and I can be civil. Well, let's see how long that will last. Maybe more moments like this would be shared from now on.

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bnha headcanons #7

today's menu:

a splash of todoroki shouto, two teaspoons of bakugou katsuki and three shots of kaminari denki

scenario:

having a s/o who is chubby

author's note:

thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy this :D

todoroki shouto

lowkey adores your curves and will worship it

he loves cuddling with you and being the big spoon regardless because he loves how your curves just fit so perfectly in his hands

he adores being tangled up in the sheets with you, as his arms are securely around you, holding you tight with so much affection

he loves kissing your soft cheeks so much, and loves how squishy they are

so he'll squish your cheeks, caress them and all the while he'll be looking at you like you're his entire world

'i'm holding my entire world in my hands right now.'

tells you you're beautiful every single day without fail

negative thoughts begone

he really feels upset when you complain about your weight and tell him that you wished you were skinnier

he'll be really disappointed in himself for not being able to convince you otherwise and he'll be more clingy than usual

'y/n, you're perfect, you know that right? i love you so much, all of you.'

istg he'll make you feel so confident because he's such a great and supportive boyfriend and hypes you up all the timee

will lowkey make you take photos with him a lot, just to gush about how cute you look and how compatible the two of you are

doesn't hesitate to say things that will turn your cheeks pink, even in bright daylight, with people surrounding the both of you

he proudly flaunts you in the streets and it's sometimes really embarrassing and you try to dissipate his proud aura around him

'i'm just showing off what's mine, and she happens to be the most beautiful person on earth.'

you'll be too embarrassed by his words to even tell him off

he's so lovey dovey with you that when he goes out with his friends, he constantly gets teased by them

but he'll just show thema picture of the two of you together and say 'isn't y/n the cutest?'

his friends will take that as a cue to agree cause he adores you so much that he can talk about you for hours, and no one except shouto wanted that

all in all, shouto would admire you so much and would really openly show you how much he loves you through his encouragements and actions and we all love that (´ω`)

bakugou katsuki

bakugou lives for your thighs period.

he loves to touch them, he loves to sleep in between them, he loves to tuck himself between your legs and wrap them around him

he feels really safe and secure when he's there and can lowkey stay there for weeks and he wouldn't even leave still

whats hunger who's that don't know her

protective boyfie alert!!

anyone who even dares to talk bad about you will suffer

once y'all were out on a quick date outside and were strolling around, a kid who was with his mother walked past you

when y'all walked past them though, you heard the boy yell 'mummy! why is the lady bigger than her friend?'

blasty boy will instantly scowl at the boy, but the little kid isn't fazed at all, or he just didn't notice, but he carried on spewing nonsense

'mummy, look at her! why aren't you looking? if my friend was that big i'd be really scared, why isn't her friend scared?'

ok but his mother would lowkey be embarrassed for him and step in front of the kid protectively because of bakugou's presense

you weren't going to lie, you were really hurt, and the fact that it was a kid saying it made it worse since kids are more honest than adults

bakugou would be all up in the boy's face, sneering at him and daring him to repeat what he said, which would cause the boy to cry really loudly and cause a huge commotion

you'd be really embarrassed cause you don't really want to draw attention to yourself so you try to pull bakugou away from the scene

when he sees the panic in your eyes, he immediately stops and rushes to your side

he knows how insecure you feel when people stare at you so he'll glare at the mother-and-son duo one more time before leaving, with his arms around your shoulder

when y'all get far enough, the two of you stop walking and rest on a public bench and he'll give you a kiss before laying on your lap

your fingers instantly move to his hair, and you brush through his hair as his gaze is on you, watching your every move

'thank you for that' you tell him

yes, it wasn't the best reaction to have but you really appreciated him for trying his best to defend you

'you're beautiful, okay? inside and out. no shitty kid is going to tell you otherwise yeah?' he smiles gently at you as he reaches up to ruffle your hair

he grins at you from below as the two of you basked in the afternoon glow with him on your thighs

'i love you'

kaminari denki

your personal masseur

sore at your thighs? denki will fix that

sore at your back? denki will fix that

feeling sore and you suffer silently? denki will fix that; and will also apply a bit more pressure while gently chiding you to tell him when anything aches anywhere

he's really sympathetic and will listen to you when you whine about how your breasts hurt when you climb down the stairs fairly quickly and complaining about how your sports bra was in the wash and therefore nothing to push them down

he finds the whole talk really hilarious ngl but because of how you genuinely were in pain and you sounded so passionate he couldn't help but release a small chuckle

music to your ears oh my gosh

cue the pout on your face and denki will be soft again

he can't really do anything about your chest problem but he'll just listen and gently massage you, which would cause you to yelp mid-sentence from the pain

denki would lowkey be stunned for a moment everytime you whine, and he'll apologise for hurting you and you have to really get it into his head that massages that don't hurt are doing nothing to your flesh

after the massages he'll always get you to sit on his lap to lock the two of you in a permanent cuddle position for a couple of hours

you'll resist, and tell him how you're afraid of stopping blood circulation to his legs and how he'll not get any blood flow and how his legs will start to ache because of your weight

'nonsense, i want my girl to sit on my lap and she will sit on my lap. i won't accept that excuse and i better not hear that ever again, thank you come again.'

i feel like he'll also lowkey buy you all sorts of things to lessen your discomfort

he starts throwing all sorts of things that he deems useful into his shopping basket and ends up spending quite the fortune

more sports bras? check. more face masks? check. face roller? check. more potato chips? check.

he even buys you those weird products that only japan has that will apparently lessen your troubles because he thought they were cool

he brings everything home and lines it up for you to use and throws the receipt away before you find it

he knew you'd lecture him on spending so much and buying so many useless stuff but he really wanted to make you feel more comfortable

awww baby 🥺🥺

needless to say, y'all have a great time unwrapping everything from its packaging and trying it out on you

the next day, your friends tease you about the weird glow on your skin, and no one believes that it's not post-coitus natural glow but just a full on spa night you had at home 😭😭

oh golly i forgot my taglist so here we go! @sushij1ma @shiggywiggy and @sugacookiies I MISS SPELLING BNHA-HOMEROOM SM 😭

Rewatching Guardian - Episode 07 Part 2/3

Episode List || Part 1 | Part 3

SPOILERS for upto episode 40, SPOILERS for the novel.

Again, WHY THE OMINOUS MUSIC??! This is a funny scene!

I freaking love Chu Shuzhi omfg xD “Ahh” *nods sarcastically*

This confirms Zhao Yunlan was following Shen Wei xD

The two of them do some creepy stuff in the name of love that would be so disturbing without the context of Weilan lmao

Before Shen Wei can even greet her, Zhu Hong just gets straight down to business xD

“Gui Jian Chou” - This nickname was a direct reference to the novel and a nice little cookie for those that read the novel. But it’s just plain confusing for people that haven’t lol

Like, what, is this a hidden jest or roast to Zhao Yunlan’s shamelessness or something?? xD (I read the novel after I watched the drama. Did I mention that? I forgot. :< )

“I was scared into confusion” - My man you lie so easily but at least try-- TRY to make it convincing. I know you can do it.

I love Da Qing. I love that at this point Xiao Guo feels comfortable enough to laugh along with jokes and somewhat relax around Zhao Yunlan. I love this. Beautifuk

Also look at Shen Wei’s smile dgfugwfkwa omfg <3

“...What just happened? Why is he talking about bears? Is this a way to distract Zhao Yunlan from his identity or.....? Am I missing something????”

Yes. I was indeed missing something. I completely missed the fact that Shen Wei was trolling us all. I had no idea what hit me that first time I watched it. What a fool he made out of me lmao xD

I have questions though lol. It’s clear he’s been on about bears for a while. Shen Wei’s trolling for some reason. But, like, Zhao Yunlan just let him???

Just WHY was Shen Wei trolling us so hard?? I bet he was having the time of his life cackling on the inside lmao.

He’s so subtle that something as ridiculous as this went past my BS-radar and my troll-radar completely. I thought he was being serious and sincere. He’s spewing utter unconvincing BS without batting an eye!

I’m telling you, Shen Wei is probably very VERY good at lying and not half bad at politics. He just prefers not to and just becomes an actual wreck when facing Zhao Yunlan and I can’t get over this.

Small brain: Zhao Yunlan’s a troll. Big brain: Ye Zun’s the troll kiing. Mega brain: Shen Wei is the ultimate troll, the troll god.

Just look at his face in the second to last screenshot! That is the face of a man who’s trying very hard not to laugh and is quite pleased with himself.

WHAT A TROLL. xD

Youchu are weaker ghosts from the novel. Cool. I was kind of excited for them after seeing that drawing but that was some profound disappointment.

Also, if Da Qing was already thinking of Youchu, why did he not mention anything until now? Why let Shen Wei keep going on about bears?? xD

Shen Wei himself dealt with the case of Youchu infestation, so he didn’t think about it being a possibilities (hence the bear trolling. I’m never getting over the freaking bears.) because he did manage to send all the Youchu back to Dixing. It’s just Zhu Jiu’s putting them back on Haixing again.

Hah... Hoping this isn’t Zhao Yunlan thinking Hei Pao Shi’s incompetant or some shit. I don’t think so anyway, but still. The thought popped up in my head.

You don’t think it’s strange that Shen Wei knows about these hell gremlins but you draw the line at Shen Wei thinking the thugs don’t have Dixingren qualities?

Shen Wei could’ve been meaning how Dixingren would act on Haixing. A lot of Dixingren probably would be doing illegal stuff and commit robberies and stuff because of poverty. But they wouldn’t be so brazen as the two thugs. They’d take the money and GO. They wouldn’t wanna be taking risks with the looming presence of the SID and Hei Pao Shi. Not unless they’re really strong or after something specific, neither of which apply to the thugs.

But what Shen Wei probably meant was some inherent presense of dark energy or something Dixingren have specifically that either only Shen Wei can sense because of some power he Learnt, or because Shen Wei is strong and skilled enough to mask whatever it is that give away Dixingren to those who know what to look for. Hence why he can easily spot Dixingren but other Dixingren can’t tell he’s one until he gives himself away by lifting whatever invisible ‘mask’ or damper he’s got on. I have headcanons about this. I might make a post for it later. Not sure.

Shen Wei shutting up at this could be because 1) he’s already said too much and isn’t willing to give up more information that’d point to him being Hei Pao Shi.

2) Shen Wei is still hesitent to trust Zhao Yunlan with information that could be used to find a way to detect Dixingren in hiding that are simply just existing on Haixing. Not something horrible but seen as a crime regardless as it’d be a violation of the treaty.

Damn.

“It’s always that most are evil, few are kind” - The same way most people police would encounter would mostly be criminals IN A JUST AND IDEAL WORLD WHICH IS NOT THE WORLD WE LIVE IN, CLEARLY. UGH.

The Dixingren that are not “evil”, as he says, are staying out of trouble and mixing in with Haixingren.

Also when I say “evil”, read “desperate” and “cornered”.

Zhao Yunlan has already partially made up his mind about trusting Shen Wei. I’m glad he noticed that Shen Wei is trying to protect somebody, whoever it is that’s Shen Wei source of information on Dixingren or just himself, by not telling everything to the SID which doesn’t have the best reputation.

I’m also glad to see how despite the anti-Dixingren propaganda of Xingdu Bureau and basically every record there is about Dixing since the war, Zhao Yunlan’s able to try to broaden his horizon.

Zhao Yunlan is a Good Man.

The idea of something so overwhelmingly terrifying and brutal that it causes a person to go mad is not a bad idea.

It’s just that when you hype up a culprit/monster like that, you have to deliver something.

But this is Guardian the web drama. :/

“if he’s an orange or a pear” *flashback to Chu Shuzhi and Hei Pao Shi’s toes*

(Continues in part 3)

Stay You (Jason Todd)

This one was super fun to write, despite me changing my whole plot for it last minute. I thought I was going to turn it into a fluff piece with a little angst, but I did the complete opposite, (at least I tried to lol). I hope you all enjoy!

Requested by: @randomdcfangirl

Prompt Inspiration (#21 - “I’m trying to be everything you want me to be.”)

Word Count: 2090

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“Jason?” His name fell from your lips the moment your eyes spotted him through the darkness in your living room; lying on his back, barely moving. Anger and annoyance were clearly shown through your narrowed gaze and scrunched nose, yet there was a rising feeling of worry in your tired eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Your boisterous voice bounced off the walls and rang loudly in Jason’s ears. His blue eyes slowly fluttered open to stare up at the ceiling; the small amount of moonlight in his eyes made him squint and groan with displeasure. His head lazily fell to the side where he heard your voice, through his squinted gaze, he saw you standing there, using your metal bat as a cane with a look of pure anger and disappointment clear on your face.

“I know you told me...not to come here...anymore… but I…” His eyes squeezed shut, his chest struggling to rise and fill with air. His gloved hands frantically rose to his throat, clawing at the bruised skin as a strangled gasp of air left his busted lips. Slowly, his whole body relaxed and his eyes opened again to look at you. He began to speak again, but in a much hushed and raspier tone, “I didn’t know...what to do...or where to go...I panicked…”

Making your way to the lamp near the couch, you turned the nob and let its warm light fill the room. A sharp gasp fell from your lips as you saw Jason’s battered body more clearly. Tossing the bat on the couch, you made your way to him and knelt beside him. A growing puddle of rich crimson blood seeped into your carpet. All the exposed parts of his skin were littered with cuts and blooming violet bruises that seemed to grow darker by the minute. 

“Goddamnit Jason…” A shaky hand ran through your disheveled hair as panic began to bubble in your stomach. Your soft fingertips gently tilted his head to one side to fully assess the damage that had been dealt to him. He looked like he was on death’s doorstep, leaning against his door, begging to be let inside. “What did you get yourself into?”

Jason opened his mouth to answer, but another strangled gasp of air was the only sound he could produce. Your hand snaked under his neck and slowly lifted his upper body off the ground, but Jason struggled to let out a pained scream, opting to grab your forearm and squeeze tightly as you gently laid him back on the ground. 

“I’m sorry, I—I didn’t know…” You shook your head, removing your hands from his body and resting them him your lap. Looking down at your hands, a little of his blood covered your fingertips and it made you uneasy. Wiping his blood on your T-shirt, you started racking your brain on what you could do for him. “Don’t talk, okay? I’ll be right back.”

Running to your bedroom, you pulled the comforter off your bed and dragged it back to Jason who was trying to prop himself on his forearms. Bringing the thick blanket down beside him, you knelt beside him once more, your hands gently wrapping around his arms, “I have to get you to the bed, okay? This is the only way I can think of that will cause you less pain.”

Jason’s dull blue eyes looked at the blanket and then your worried expression, “No...just help me...help me stand…” He shook your hands off his arms and reached for your hand and took it in his, squeezing as he slowly got onto all fours before using your hands to stand up, not without letting out stifled groans and grunts. Leaning his body against yours, his lips were close to your ear, “just walk slowly…”

Nodding your head, you began to make your way to your bedroom with Jason’s body weighing down your side. When you finally made it to the bed, you let him crawl up on the bed and settle down in the spot that used to be his own. Seeing him laying there...broken...it brought up memories that you didn’t want to see.

“Alright, let me get the supplies.” You rested a hand on his forearm, looking at him with soft eyes and a shaky smile. Running to your bathroom and rummaging through your medicine cabinet, you dumped pill bottles and medical supplies into your basket before returning to Jason’s side. 

Pulling the scissors out of the basket, you started to cut his shirt down the middle. He hissed in pain at the blood-soaked fabric resting on his bruised chest. Peeling away the fabric revealed both sides of his ribs were deep purple and littered with mini cuts. Tears began to well in your eyes as you watched his chest continue to take rise and fall in shallow breaths. 

“Jason, your ribs…” You looked up at him to see his hooded gazing staring at you. With your mouth opening just slightly, small noises fell from your lips before you got an actual sentence to form, “They’re broken. They’ve got to be...seriously, what the hell were you doing that got you into this much trouble?”

“An ambush…” He mumbled softly, looking at your face before turning to look at the ceiling, “I’ll tell you more...when I get better…”

“That’s a big if…” You mumbled, turning away from his face. His hand lightly tapped the top of yours, causing you to look at his wide eyes, “Sorry…”

Not wasting any time, you got to work cleaning the dried blood on his skin, trying to find the source among all the bruising. Jason winced and whimpered with every soft graze of your fingers against his skin, but it hurt you more to hear him make those sounds. You didn’t want to cause him any further pain, but you knew you had to in order to make him better.

The air in the room was tense. Both of you were trying to find the words to say to each other, but they always got caught in your throat, and the only sounds that would leave your lips were soft hums or incoherent mumblings. There was an obvious heavy elephant in the room, you two just couldn’t find a way to address it.

“I’m almost done, okay?” Your voice was soft. Dropping the bloodied cloths on the floor beside the bed, you began to stitch up the large cut across his chest adequately, paying little mind to slight urgency. “Just stay awake for me, can you at least do that?”

Jason softly hummed in response, opening his eyes to watch your hands pierce his skin over and over again with the needle. He took note of how your hands were shaking and how you brought your forearm up to your eyes to dab away the stray tears that fell silently. 

“I’m sorry.”

Shaking your head, you cast him a brief glance before returning your gaze to the wound on his chest, “You got a lot to be sorry for, are you doing a collective or individual apology for all the shit you’ve put me through?”

“(Y/N)...” His voice was soft, barely audible when he reached up and grabbed your wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze. You stopped stitching, but you didn’t look at him. You couldn’t.

“I thought I made myself clear weeks ago…” Your voice was stern, yet the consistent stream of tears gave away what you were truly feeling, “I won’t do this anymore. I can’t.”

A shallow sigh left Jason’s lips as watched you look at the bruises across his body, “I really didn’t want to come here, but I…” He paused, thinking on what to say that would warrant a reasonable explaination for putting you through all this pain, but he couldn’t find one. “I panicked because I thought this was the end. I...I didn’t want to go without seeing you one last time. It was...foolish and cruel…”

“Jason…”

“I’m trying to be everything you want me to be.” His voice rose above a soft whisper, his hands squeezing your wrists lightly, trying to get you to look at him. “I know it doesn’t seem like it but I am.”

You turned to look at him, anger making your throat tight and sadness blurring your vision, “Well, it looks like you need to try a helluva lot harder, because this,” You pulled your hand from his gras and gestured to his battered body on the bed, “This isn’t improvement, this is worse than before. Way worse.”

“I took a step back from fighting crime, I did…” Jason tried to adjust himself on the bed, but the pain still lingered, causing him to just settle back where he was, “But I just couldn’t let it go. It’s like telling an addict to cut cold turkey with the presense of drugs all around them. I couldn’t do it.”

“I don’t want you to change who you are, Jason. I never did,” You stated, wiping a tear from your cheek before hesitantly reaching for his hand, “It was what all the fighting and what it did to you that put a strain on me...on us.”

“I know, and I never wanted to drag you into my messes, but I got carried away with using your kindness. I took it for granited and I regret it.” Jason confessed, looking at you with his sullen gaze. “I’ll never get angry at you for what you said to me all those weeks ago…”

A heavy sigh left your lips while you dabbed the tears away from your eyes. Your gaze took in his own before looking over his body one last time before you picked up the needle and continued to stitch him up. “Let me just finish this…”

After you finished his stitches, you began to clean up the bloodied cloths and sheets, tossing them in a basket that you had designated for these kinds of messes. Jason watched you quickly move about the room, but the adrenaline was wearing off and he was beginning to feel the full effects of his injuries. You brought him back icepacks and rested them on his sides wrapped in towels to ease the coolness.

“I don’t see you leaving tonight, if that was your plan,” You spoke, changing your shirt for one that didn’t have blood on it, “If you want, you can rest here for the night and the best I can do is call Alfred to get you tomorrow.”

“I think it’s best if Alfred doesn’t know, then Bruce will know…” Jason explained, watching you approach his side of the bed once more, “I’ll figure it out early tomorrow, I just don’t want to be a burden more than I already am…”

“Will you just be quiet?” You turned to him, giving him a look that held a glint of mirth, “Stop talking and get some rest, you’ll definitely need your strength for tomorrow.” Watching him crack a small smile you fixed his pillow before backing away, you moved to your side of the bed to crawl under the covers.

“You don’t have to watch over me, I’ll be fine,” Jason told you, extending his hand to your spot on the bed, “I look a little worse than I feel.”

A dry laugh fell from your lips, “Sleeping beside you will put my mind at ease; plus, this is my bed and I usually sleep here.” 

Jason’s smile grew as he moved his hand and rested it at his side. Looking at him lying stiff as a board, you reached over and grabbed his hand and ran your thumb over it softly, looking at him as he looked at you. Hesitantly, you leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, then on the corner of his lips. Your lips lingered for a moment, but neither of you spoke. 

Backing away to lay your head back down, you looked at him with hooded eyes. You took your free hand and rang your fingers through his disheveled hair, earning a soft moan from your gentle care. “Thank you.” 

“Just close your eyes and get some sleep; I’ll be here.” You moved closer to him and soon felt yourself drifting off. Having Jason beside you once again felt strange, and the issues that you both had were still fresh, but you knew you two would get through them, you had to.

Failing Vane

Edward lead her through the dark halls of the prison until she heard the familiar sound. A rough tenor speaking to himself, muttering like he would when he was aboard or when they’d have their long talks. A voice that made her freeze. Noticing her pause, Edward doubled back and took hold of her shoulder. Partially to bring her back to her senses and partially because he was weak, so very weak. “What is it, lass? Trouble?” He held her close as his eyes scanned. When Ah Tabai asked her for help in this mission, she thought, what could possibly go wrong? She’d save Edward, Mary, and Anne; all her friends would be safe, and they could put this behind them.

But she hadn’t counted on hearing that voice. Not after all this time. As if reading her thoughts, Edward grew very serious. “(Y/N). No. He’s too far gone.”

“Edward, I-”

“What of Mary? Anne? Your real friends?” Edward’s eyes were pleading, but that voice overtook her. 

“All our friends are dead, Edward.” Pulling out of his grip was easy, that made her guilty, and she backed away. “I’m getting Vane, Edward. I’ll meet you with Mary and Anne outside.”

“(Y/N)-!” Edward hissed, but she was backing away.

“I’m sorry!” She hissed back. “I don’t give up on people that I love.” Unlike you. She hadn’t said it, but they both heard it.

Running missions for Mary, and sometimes Edward, was the reason she crossed paths with Vane in the first place, she remembered as she ran towards the voice. Falling in love with Vane was the farthest thing from her mind, Edward teased that he didn’t know anyone capable of the feat, but she had. A determined man, strong, witty, courageous, troublesome, her and Vane really hit it off and while she worked for the Assassins, she sailed with him. And it was magical. 

“You could leave them.” Vane told her one night as they lay in bed. The soft sound of waves lapping against the ship’s hull lulled her into sleep. Fingers rough from work but delicate with her traced her cheek and jawline, and Vane chuckled his gruff chuckle. “Boring you, am I?”

(Y/N) groaned, “I don’t want to talk about work. I don’t want to talk about the Assassins or the King or having the grow up.” She opened her eyes and found him staring so longingly back. 

“We all have to grown up sometime, Princess.” That’s what he called her. A remark of her nature when she arrived to Nassau. Too well dressed, too clean, her hands too soft. Vane said she hadn’t the mettle to last with the rest of them, and she’d proved him wrong. They’d proven everyone wrong.

“Don’t want to talk about it.” Her fingers tugged playfully at his beard and he bit at them before she redirected and cupped his face. Growing very serious, she brought her lips to his, speaking so that they weren’t kissing but they were touching. They were something else. “Because you know I would.” Eyes flickered up to his, her fingers trembled and his placed his hands over hers to stready them. “I would leave them, if you asked. Guess I always knew I would, but I’d hoped you would never ask.”

“Think I’d be running around with you this whole time if I didn’t intend to keep running around with you?” Vane asked, and she found herself looking away. “Was it me you didn’t trust? Or pirates in general?” He spat the word like a curse, and she looked at him defiantly. 

“You know it’s not that, Vane. I have enemies, the Templars could hurt me through you, and I don’t know what I’d do if anything were to happen to you.”

“As have I, and the thought of leaving you behind for the sake of protection never crossed my mind. Maybe I’m just weaker than you.”

“Or stronger.” They rested their heads together, one wishing for a world where they’d be together and the other wishing she had to strength to reach for the shared dream. An idea came together. “I’ve some missions that I need to finish, but let’s meet in Nassau! After that, no more Assassins, no more pirates.”

“Just us.” Vane concluded, and she nodded. 

“Just us.”

But she had returned to Nassau and found it to be a changed place. Edward couldn’t meet her eyes. Mary, as James, told her what had happened. She couldn’t look at Edward for a long time.

Maybe that was why she left him to hobble around in the prison in the dark, alone and weak. Maybe a part of her resented him for what he did to Vane. Either way, she’d help him later. Vane needed her now.

The cell was dirty and the bars gave way easily. Laying in grime and things she didn’t want to give much attention to, was Vane. Head lolled to the wall, he sat with his eyes closed, lips moving. “Charles?” She breathed, sinking to her knees, her fingers outstretched but refraining from touching. Tears sprang in her eyes. “What happened to you?”

“Hey!” His eyes opened, finally noticing her presense. “The hell are you doing ‘ere? Whatya want?” Wildly searching the room, his eyes landed on hers, and now she knew what Edward meant by Charles being too far gone. The look in his eyes was that of seeing a stranger. Charles didn’t recognize her, and she wasn’t sure she recognized him. 

Tossing that thought aside, she extended her hand. “Come on, Charles. Let’s get out of here.” Slapping her hand away, she recoiled emotionally. “Charles?”

“Who the hell are you? How’d you get here?”

“Charles! It’s me!” 

“I’ve never seen you on Nassau!”

(Y/N) blinked, then shook her head and glared. “Charlie, you’re not on Nassau, you’re in prison.”

Charles looked around, as if suddenly realizing that he was. “How the hell-? Did you put me here?” Deceptively fast, he clawed at her throat and squeezed. Dropping his voice to a dangerous whisper, he growled, “Don’t know who you are or why you did this, but tell ya one thing, girlie, I’m not dying here.”

“Charlie.” She gasped, prying at his hands and struggling underneath him. The thought of causing him harm was so repulsive it stayed her blade. “It’s me, it’s- it’s...” Blackness popped in her vision. “Princess.” She croacked.

Charles laughed, a deep, ugly, angry sound. “Princesses ain’t real, girlie.” (Y/N) closed her eyes, lungs burning. Then there was a grunt, a groan, and the relief of air. Someone was pulling her by her arms out of the cell, and she was choking and coughing the entire while. When she was finally able to open her eyes, Ah Tabai was staring disappointingly. She’d rather he look angry. “Mentor.” She croaked, her voice gone. 

“Get up.” Command in his voice, he lowered a gentle hand. “We did not come here for him, and we can not help him now.”

“But, he’s-”

“Emotion and logic are the basic needs as humans, but as Assassins we revolve around one and control the other. (Y/N), you know this, it is in your training. My heart goes out to you, but we are here to save Mary and Anne, not him.” In a kinder tone, if he had one this was it, he continued, “The man you knew was lost on that island, (Y/N). This, this is hardly a man at all. Leave him.” Charles stared between them as her Mentor’s words sunk in. He wouldn’t catch her eye, not like he did when he was bashful or angry, but because there was nothing in her eyes he wanted to see. She was a stranger. He was more interested in Ah Tabai, muttering incoherently about cabbages and kings the whole time.

It was with a heavy heart, she took Ah Tabai’s hand and allowed him to help her up. “We get Mary and Anne out first,” He whispered, “And then we will come back for him.” Once she nodded, he pushed her towards the cells and they got out. Well, not all of them.

Running up to Edward, she panted. “Is she-?” Edward cut her off with fire in his azule eyes. Accusatory. Again, neither spoke the words but they were there. Had she stuck to the plan, Mary would be alive. If she hadn’t gone off on a wild goose chase after Vane, the night would’ve ended differently. 

Gruffing, Edward nodded towards the door. “Come on, lass. Let’s get her out of here.” Straining to carry her, (Y/N) providing cover and fought whoever stood between them and it. They crossed the door and out into the night. When they reached the boat, Ah Tabai gave her leave to return to Charles. Edward wouldn’t look at her.

“We’re getting Anne out of here. Will you be ok?” Ah Tabai asked, and she nodded. 

“Don’t wait for me.” 

“Be safe.” Edward’s voice rose barely above a whisper, his eyes on Mary’s body the entire time. “Between him and you...” Giving her a knowing look, she didn’t respond, just ran into the prison and back to that cell.

“Oi, you!” Charles yelled, and she placed a finger at her mouth. Snickering, he hung his head at the bars. “Come to rescue me?”

Reworking the lock was easier the second time around. “Do you really have no idea who I am?” She asked as she broke in again and threw his arm over her shoulders. Charles shrugged, more concerned with escape. “Charlie, seriously?”

“Why the hell do you keep calling me that?” Annoyance plain in his growl. “Only-”

“Your mother called you that.” He gave her a queer look. 

“How did you-?” They were staggering towards the exit. If any guards were to show up, she’d have to drop him and fight, but she didn’t know how many she could take before then. 

“You told me.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“What do you rememeber then?” Frustation in her tone. “Nassau, of course. Your ship? James Kidd was our friend. Edward Kenway-”

“Kenway!” The strange look returned to his eyes and with strength he didn’t possess, he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her to the ground. The wind knocked out of her and he pinned her wrists above her head. Grabbing a dagger from her belt, he placed one at her neck.

“Charl-” The movement of talking scratched her skin against the blade, and she could feel the blood begin to run warm down her neck and into her hair. 

“Kenway put you up to this, didn’t he?” The mania in his eyes matched his tone, and her heart broke. Winding back, he stabbed down. Catching her thigh and ripping the muscle upon exit, she screamed then muffled her noise by biting her lips. They couldn’t get caught. “He put me in here. You and he are working together.”

“Charles, we were just talking-”

“Enough talking. Walking. Stalking.” He couldn’t focus, keep blinking rapidly and shaking his head. “He’d had you hunting me. But not anymore. I’m going to get you off Nassau, and you’ll never return. Burn. Learn.”

Tears in her eyes again, she pleaded. “We’re not on Nassau. Does this look like Nassau to you?” Charles looked around. “See?”

Turning back to her, he pressed the blade harder. He was going to kill her. She was going to die. “Kenway did this. You’re going to undo it.”

Crying openly now, she wimpered. “I’m helping you, Charles! Promise! Edward didn’t tell me to do anything. Swear!”

“Why should I believe you?” Eyeing her, a slow smile spread across his face. “Don’t need to believe you when your weapons will do.” Pinning her down so her arms were stuck under his knees, Charles sat on her chest and pulled the blade up. If he didn’t stab her, his weight would suffocate her. (Y/N) flinched, tears rolling down her face, and sobs muffled by his weight.

But nothing happened. 

Timidly, she sniffled and opened an eye.

Charles was staring down at her. 

“Princess? The hell are you,” he looked around, “we doing here?” Lowering the blade, he took her in. “What happened to you? Your neck? Who hurt you?” The blade clattered out of his hand, and he stared from it to her before his face contorted with fear and crawled off her. “God no. Tell me I didn’t...” Charles scoot back from her. “No, no, no, no.” Shaking his head in disbelief, tears streamed down his face and he looked back at her.

Crying, she rolled over and just lay there. Hearting pounding, but her body unable to move. This was the second time she’d almost died tonight, and it was beginning to take it’s toll. As was the blood leaking from her leg. It burned when she flexed her hamstring, but still wasn’t why she was crying.

Charle’s quiet crying could be heard from the other side. “God, I hurt you. I am so sorry, Princess. I just.... I don’t know what’s going with me. I can’t remeber things. I’m waking up in strange places. I’m... I’m not myself.” 

The weight of the night was heavy on her chest and she couldn’t breathe from how hard she was crying. There was a sound and suddenly he was close. “(Y/N)?” Gently, he helped her sit up and collect herself. “I’m so-” She fell against his dirty chest and cried and cried. 

“Let’s figure it out later. We have to get out of here now.” She said when she composed herself, and he helped her up. Taking her hand, she guided him out.

“Never seen you like that before.” His voice was small and she tightened her hold on his hand. 

“I was...scared.”

Silence. 

“Let’s get out of here.” She took his hand, and lead him towards the door. The blood continued from her leg, but she ignored it. They were so close. 

The alarm sounded and guards could be heard running. They had to hurry. “We’re almost there.” She said, more to herself than him, the blackness creeping along her vision. Making it to the door, she leaned against the prison wall and breathed in the night air. Focusing on the sound of lapping waves, she kept her eyes open for more guards, and kept her ears alert.

There was a clicking, then a thud. 

The gate was closed.

Exhaustion forgotten, she pulled on the gates. Standing just on the other side, Charles held the bars and stared at her with such love in his. “Charles?”

“Run.” He breathed, his hand gently tucking her hair behind her ear. “We can’t take them all, Princess. I’m- I’m damaged goods.”

“No,” She pulled on the gates. “No, open the gate. We can get out of here! We can-”

“Then what?” Charles stared, memorizing her face. “I can’t be what I dreamed of being for you. What you need me to be.”

How she had any tears left, she’d no idea. Her head pounded and her face was hot. “All I need is you!”

Charles wiped the tears from her eyes, already shaking his head. “Not even that most days.” There was a clattering of guards, and Charle’s eyes never left hers. “Had a good run, didn’t we? Wouldn’t have traded that for the world.” Leaning in with a parting kiss, he said, “The greatest love mankind never got to see.” They’d only a moment to stare at one another through the iron gates before a guard hit him on the back of his head and his eyes rolled back.

The Spanish sun shone too brightly for a day such a today. Sneaking into the hanging was easy, and she remained in the seat at the sidelines as they brought everyone out. The crowds were roaring. Charles was the second one, and she clenched her fist so hard her palms bleed. Screaming at the crowds words that didn’t make sense and then laughing, the crowds errupted in cheers. 

The Charles she knew no longer exsisted, but that didn’t mean she didn’t love him. And she definately didn’t want this for him. It was a difficult choice, or maybe it wasn’t. Clutching her pistol in one hand and waiting for the next roar of the crowd, the shot went unnoticed. Charles hung his head in a position of penance which only made the crowd roar more, what they didn’t see was the hole in his chest. Charles was dead long before the board was removed from his feet.

A shuffling beside her, and a man leaned in. “That was impressive.” By the roll of his tongue, she knew this was Torres. “Brave for an Assassin to show here.” He continued, “Or stupid.”

“The only stupid thing is you speaking to me right now.” She kept her eyes trained on Charles body, making a mental note to take it and bury it elsewhere. “I’m coming for you next, Torres.”

He laughed, “What? Here? In front of all these people?”

Just because she could, she flicked her hidden blade and sliced his palm. Blood streamed out and he held his hand against his chest. Too late. It was already pouring down his forearm and stainging his shirt. “In the darkness. Where you will wonder when I will strike.” Torres looked up, but she was gone.

@gronthosargureos

Maeglin only agreed to go when Gothmog promised he would not cause any issues at the pizzaria pub. “I really don’t want to. I’m going to my mom’s house. You two have fun though.”

“No, no, please, it’ll be great!” Gothmog pleaded, so eager for a double date. Maeglin didn’t know why it mattered. But alright, fine. Let him have his middle school fantasy of this double date thing.

It was... interesting. Cute, even. The way Gothmog was alternating between staring at his phone and at the doorway, waiting.

Maeglin went to play pool with Moro as Gothmog waited at the bar nearby.

Then he glanced back over as Gothmog jumped up, waving at Ancalagon.

“It’s weird.” he told Moro as he took a shot. “But sweet. They seem to be doing better.”

Gothmog pulled a chair out for Cal, which made Maeglin laugh. Gentlemanly was not a word he ever thought could be relevant to Gothmog.

When they finished up their game Maeglin went to go sit down and say hi to Cal as Gothmog gave him a cigarette. The dragon lit it with ease.

The smoky pub was rough on Maeglin. It fascinated him that it was good for Cal and Gothmog.

“Whaddaya wanna drink?” Gothmog asked, eager to buy Cal anything he wanted.

“Fireball.”

So appreciative of his friends being here, Gothmog ordered glasses of fireball whiskey for Moro and Maeglin too.

Maeglin wasn’t sure if he’d like it. He had yet to find any of Moro’s whiskeys he liked, but this cinnamon one was pretty good. He could drink this.

All was well. A bartender brought out his and Moro’s pizza then took Gothmog’s order for the meatiest pizza possible.

And then...

Oh no.

Eärendil turned his face from them, trying not to be noticed. He just wanted to pick up his pizza and take it home. But Maeglin had seen...

Maeglin looked away too. He didn’t want Eärendil to see him either. And he was really really hoping that Ancalagon didn’t turn around —

SHIT.

Cal sat up straighter, eyes narrowing.

But it wasn’t him Eärendil was concerned about; he didn’t even realize who he was. It was Gothmog’s presense that made him uneasy.

But the other guy’s aura caught fire, burning hotter and hotter until the flames were black —

And then Eärendil realized who it was he was looking at.

Oh no.

Maeglin got up, edging away...

Eärendil spoke up as Cal bared his teeth, “I just want my pizza, I don’t want any trouble!”

But it was Gothmog who jumped up, eager to DEFEND HIS LOVER. IT WOULD BE ROMANTIC. HE WOULD AVENGE CAL —

“Moro do something!” Maeglin exclaimed over the sound of Cal hissing. This was bad this was bad this was bad.

“I’m going to fucking kill you!” Gothmog stated as Cal flung a glass at the blond elf.

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B A S I C S

Full name:  Seraphina Mayuzumi / Fair (Takes on Zack’s last name as of late CC, 7 Proper) Nickname: Sera, Seraphim, Kitten, Sunflower (both of the later two by Zack) Age:  16 (at the start of CC), 23 (7 proper) Birthday: March 29th Ethnicity: Japanese Gender: Female Romantic orientation: Demiromanitc Sexual orientation: Demisexual Languages: English, Japanese

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Parents: Takeshi Mayuzumi (father), Unnamed (mother) Siblings:  Ami Mayuzumi (older sister, deceased), Takeru Mayuzumi (older brother, deceased), Thurston Mayuzumi (older brother) Significant other:  Zack Fair ( @honorisen​; Fiance) Children:  Shayan Fair ( @legacydriven )

P H Y S I C AL  T R A I T S

Hair: Blonde; falls to about her waist Eyes:  Honey brown Height: 5′3″ Weight: Won’t reveal; A bit underweight for the majority of her life, but later manages to attain a barely healthy weight and keep it there Body build: Slim, frail-seeming, small

Q U E S T I O N  T I M E

What would you say are your character’s strongest traits?

Her kindness and gentleness, loyalty, protectiveness, warmth, supportiveness, dedicaton

What would you say are your character’s weakest traits?

Can be emotional, inability to understand ‘normalcy’, frequently afraid, lack of strength in herself, self-critical

What is your character like when they’re in love?

Sera is soft and supportive, and gives her all to her partner. She thrives on seeing them happy and smiling, and supports them to kingdom come - She wants to see them succeed. She wants them to have all the reasons to he happy and smile, and will actively look for reasons to provide that to them. She’s softer, wants to be closer to them, gentler... It’s obvious she’s in love just by how she looks at them. Sera doesn’t see a point in hiding it, though, and she’s more than happy to show she cares for them as well, albeit within reason - .she knows her limits and while she’s happy to scream it from he mountaintops, she knows sometimes keeping quiet is important and shows it in quieter ways, such as her ring tattoo in support of fiance Zack when she knows talking too much about their relationship could cause him trouble. She’s not going to hide it if she has no reason to, and will make it obvious he means the world to her, no matter how quietly it has to be done.

What kind of upbringing did your character have, and how did this affect them now?

Admittedly a horrible one. Raised in an abusive household, Sera didn’t know love and support outside of her siblings, Ami and Takeru, and losing hem when she was nine was crushing, especially when their loss came with learning just how much they’d done to keep her going and protect her. She knew little of the world outside her home until she was thrown out and forced to survive in it, still little more than a child - And even that wasn’t a time she cares to dwell on, full of its own nightmares and traumas. Sera very much raised herself after the loss of Ami and Takeru, and as a result, she’s essentially the tale of the boy raised by wolves; she doesn’t understand how to be ‘properly’ social, has very little reading ability or schooling to her name, poor health and eating habits... Sera is a traumatized girl who deals with more than anyone should, but doesn’t allow herself to dwell on it, persay. She allows it to drive her and push her forward, but not towards deepening her depression and PTSD - She lets it drive her towards being kinder. She’s suffered enough for dozens, so why should anyone else have to? If she can lend a helpful hand, why shouldn’t she? The only thing her life has done is drive her to change the world through kindness, seeking to improve it and eliminate the suffering and pain it holds. To break down those divides and unite everyone, and show all are equal. And if that means taking all that pain and putting it on her own shoulders... She’s already suffered, and she won’t let anyone else hurt the way she did. She’s just going to do it with genleness.

What is their relationship with their family like?

Truthfully, she has no relationship currently with her birth family, and doesn’t want one. Her father is wicked and corrupt and spent her childhood hurting her before disowning her, her mother refused to stop it, her remaining brother is as wicked as their father - She sees no reason to have any contact with them, and actively avoids Thurston if they’re ever in the same place together, wanting as much distance between her and him as humanly possible.  Her birth family are three of a very small handful of people she’s capable of hating, and boy howdy does she hate them. Instead, she counts her friends and her fiance Zack’s family as her own, and her relationships with them are infinitely better. It’s a warm and supportive, loving bond she shares with them, and an even tighter one with Zack himself and their later son, Shayan. They’re her reason to keep going, and Shayan’s entrance into her life was the driving force she needed, even, to begin really taking care of herself, wanting to be in his life and see a better world for him to grow up in. Her found family, Zack, and Shayan are he reason she continues to hold her head high and keep looking forward, and she loves them with everything in her, and hen some.

Is your character religious? What religion do they practice, if so?

She’s not really religious and doesn’t actively practice any religion in general, but she does believe in a few different gods, including Ifrit and Shiva (whom she considers to be gods, at the very least, and has yet to find anything that could counter that belief). In particular, she believes the most in Shiva and frequently references her name when angry or startled (EX. ‘Oh, Shiva-’ in lieu of ‘oh, god-’).

How does your character deal with mistakes?

Gently. Sera is the kind of person to be bothered by a mistake and try to make it right as soon as she realizes it’s been made, if at all possible, though particularly large mistakes may take her a little bit to try and rectify solely because she wants to make sure she’s not going to make it worse, first. At the very least, Sera wants to at least apologize for what she’s done, even if she can’t make it right, and does so relatively often to hopefully begin easing any hurts.

What kind of friendships does your character have?

Her friendships are oftentimes more akin to a famlial bond than anything else, but her friends are definitely people that mean quite a bit to her. The ones she has are people who genuinely care, people who are warm and supportive and tend to smile more than anything else. They’re genuine and that’s something the draws her to them - In a world that so often seeks to hurt, these are people who tend to be more honest and giving, and their very presense is comforting. She, in turn, tries to be the same to them for a friendship that’s full of laughs, support, and warmth. They’re bonds that are treasured and can be leaned on when nothing else can, and ones that all parties involved can thrive.

Does your character forgive and forget or do they hold a grudge? Why?

For the most part, Sera tries to forgive and forget... But this is provided she’s also given a good reason to forget, too. Forgiveness comes more often than not, but forgetting is harder for more serious offenses - She can forgive someone for blowing up at her for the sixth time in a week, but it’s harder to forget after that many, for example. A fight with a friend may be forgiven, but it’s harder to forget when they may have said something worse than normal - But to her credit, though she may not always forget, she rarely holds it against them without a damn good reason; ex. being wary to put her trust back in someone after burning her three or four times in a row, just because she’s wary of it happening again at that point. Holding a grudge is reserved for more serious offenses, like the one she holds against her birth family, those who’ve hurt her since then and caused her varying traumas, and folks like the company of Shinra. It’s also worth noting that outside of these select instances, ‘holding a grudge’ is more ‘being wary of being hurt’ than it is anything else, largely because she’s been hurt so often, she’s constantly afraid of it happening again on some level. Even so, she’s more prone to forgive and forget - There’s enough on her mind without constantly thinking back to something just to get riled up all over again!

How do they view the world they live in?

As something broken and divided, full of hurt and suffering with a core of love and light struggling to break through the shadows surrounding it. It’s hard not to see the nightmares of the world when her life’s been full of them, but at the same time, Sera’s no stranger to the world’s kindness, either - She’s alive because of that kindness. She’s seen it in the warm smiles of the people she meets in her travels, the welcoming strangers offering her a warm campfire to sit and joke around beside, the brightness of the children at the Leaf House Orphanage... There is a bright and warm core to the world, fighting to break free, and it just needs a little help in the form of a gentle nudge. It can be a nightmare, but that is far from all it is, and Sera is dedicated to helping that core break through like it struggles to do. It’s there, she knows it - Every struggle is there for a reason. It has to be.

Does your character think with their head or with their heart?

Both, though it’s usually more her heart than her head. Sera is a woman driven by her heart and her emotions, and they often have more say than her head, especially when she lacks the life experience to understand something, be it because of a lack of proper schooling or simply because she’s never really been raised like most among others. But that’s not to say she’s not a logical person, either; she does have a habit of stopping and thinking before leaping, and would much rather find a more peaceful route through something than just throwing herself in if at all possible. ...She just happens to throw herself in in support of others anyway.

Is your character well-schooled? What sort of education did they have?

Absolutely not. Sera has very little in the way of schooling, and what she does have is a result of Ami and Takeru trying to teach her before their passing, as well as the people she’s met along the way teach her things here and there mixed with current friends and Zack trying to help by teaching what they can. She struggles to read, though her ability to is increasing little by little between her good friends Mako, Kunsel, and Zack’s aid, and might otherwise be on the level of perhaps a third grader otherwise. Anything above the most basic math is out of the question, she can’t tell you directions, struggles with reading analog clocks, still needs to count on her fingers a lot of the time... She’s trying, she promises, but it’s definitely slow going and she appreciates Mako being a teacher for a bunch of first graders when it comes to learning!

Finish this meme with whatever you want to tell us about your character!

Sera can’t cook. Never ask her to. She will quite literally blow up an entire kitchen and leave a hole in the wall at worst, and at best deliver to you a meal that probably blinks. Somehow, though, she can bake remarkable and delicious dishes and even she’s not sure how she manages to make a three tier death by chocolate cake, but can’t make oatmeal- In all honesty, though, Sera’s kindness is absolutely genuine and she thrives on seeing others happy, no matter how much she believes she deserves none of it for herself. Her mentality towards herself is slowly changing and that’s greatly added to by her family’s role in her life/the addition of her son Shayan, but she wants nothing more than to see everyone around her thrive and everyone happy and living the best life they can possibly have! <3

TAGGING: Take it if you want, I nabbed i from one of my other blogs <3

An Old Friend

Kai Parker x Reader    (x Kol & Rebekah Mikaelson)

WORD COUNT : 2599

(Events happen a few months after TVD 8.16 and right after TO 4.02 … Kai and Reader are having fun at the Mystic Grill when some old friends of Reader show up. Kai gets jealous and … - keep reading to find out :P ) *not my gif

——————————————- It was around 7PM , Kai and Y/N were at the (surprisingly empty) Mystic Grill sitting at the bar drinking and laughing. Y/N had challenged Kai to do tequilla shots. He always told her she doesn’t want to see him on tequilla which only made her want to see it more. Downside was as vampires their alchohol tollerance was higher than the ones human have , so they kept drinking. So far Kai was winning. Y/N looked at him , smiling. Kai grinned back and put his hand on her waist leaning in to whisper in her ear “You will loooose.” before kissing her neck. “Even when I lose , I still win..” she had replied to him. Suddenly Y/N felt someone’s presense close by. At first she thought it was the alchohol getting to her but then … “Hey there , Trouble.” Y/N heard a familiar voice with an accent and froze in place completely stunned. There was only one person who called her that. Kai looked at her and then at the surprise visitor. Slowly she turned around and when Y/N saw who it was ,  a wide smile spread on her face. “Kol ?” she leaped from her seat and wrapped her hands around the new comer. Kai finished his drink , he wasn’t happy they had been interrupted but tried to hide it. “Oh my God ! How are you back ? I thought I’d never see you again after the Other Side disappeared…“ Y/N said excitedly. “Mother dearest pulled me and my brother Finn back before it collapsed. Of course ,you know how my family is - she came back from the dead and tried to kill us again. …"Kol trailed off. Y/N’s eyes widened. Kai cleared his throat and both Y/N and Kol turned towards him. Y/N took a step closer to Kai and he wrapped his hands around her , the look on his face clearly stating ‘Hands off. She belongs with me.’ "Sorry.” Y/N apologised to Kai , kissing his cheek. “Kai , this is my very good friend -” “Best friend.” Kol interrupted. Y/N smiled , “My BEST friend Kol Mikaelson. He is an Original vampire.” Kol smiled and nodded at Kai who pulled Y/N even closer to him. “Kol , this is Kai Parker … my boyfriend.” Kai outstretched his hand , Kol doing the same and they shook hands ,  a few moments  longer than normal. Y/N took a deep breath… The situation was getting more and more awkward by the moment. Her eyes darted between Kai and Kol , there was a tension building in the air and she had to think fast before any of them did something stupid but before she had had the chance to speak … “So , Kai … ” Kol started saying as he took the seat on the other side of Y/N “I hope you are treating Y/N with respect…” he said trailing off. “Because if you aren’t - ” Clearly Kol’s time away hadn’t changed him at all. He had always acted like Y/N was his little sister , ready to protect her from whatever or whoever would ever want to hurt her. "Don’t be mean Kol.” said a female voice. Behind him had walked in another old friend of Y/N… well , more like frenemy.  "I am sure if he had tried to hurt her in any way, Damon would’ve ripped his head off. You know how protective the vampires here are over their human friends.“  Rebekah said reaching behind the bar to grab a bottle with bourbon. Y/N and Kai exchanged looks. "Hello Y/N … Y/N’s boyfriend.” Rebekah said nodding towards Kai who gave her a small smile in response. Y/N tensed.  "Rebekah … long time.“ she said pausing for a second. "What are you doing here ? Looking for Matt ?” “Not exactly but it would be nice to see him. Where is he ?” “You might wanna try the police station.Ask for sheriff Donovan.” Y/N said shifting uncomfortably. Kai whispered in Y/N’s ear “You OK?” Y/N only nodded turning her attention back to the Mikaelsons. Clearly Y/N wasn’t OK. The girl , Rebekah made her feel uncomfortable for some reason. “Any particular reason you both decided to drop by ? Kol being here - I like … You ? Not so much.”  Y/N said , her voice slightly trembling. Rebekah visibly got angry by the remark and reached for Y/N’s neck but Kol pulled her back as Kai quickly pushed Y/N behind him. “Sister .. calm down. You don’t want to cause a scene , do you Bex ?” Kol said calmly.

Kai tensed. Not only the new guy was annoying the crap out of him , but his sister had just tried to attack Y/N. It was getting really hard for him to control his emotions right now. Kai wrapped his hands around Y/N protectively. She turned to look at him and saw fire burning in his eyes. Same with Kol’s expression. Clearly they didn’t like each other which was impossible because they had JUST met.  Rebekah being there made things even worse. Kol let go of Rebekah when she finally calmed down a little. “Apologies.” she said faking a smile. Y/N nodded and returned her attention to Kai’s hands wrapped around her. He made her feel safe. “Why don’t you go find Matt ?” her brother suggested , “I am sure he’ll be thrilled to see you.” he said smiling at his sister. “Fine.” she said turning on her heels and walking out of the Grill. ‘That was too easy.’ Y/N thought to herself. Something was up , she just couldn’t quite put her finger on it. “So , when did you turn ?” Kol asked , snapping Y/N’s attention back to reality. “Last time I saw you , you were a human … about to graduate high school.” Y/N relaxed and smiled at him. “Seems like it was ages ago , not just a few years.” she sighed , thinking of the memory. The last time she had seen Kol was the day of her graduation. Bonnie had dropped the veil to the other side and supernatural creatures holding grudges for the Mystic Falls gang had show up looking for revenge. Kol had saved her life from an angry dead / undead hybrid that day. “I turned like 4 years ago. Its a really long story…” she paused for a moment. Y/N didn’t want to tell Kol about all the bad things that had happened to her so she decided to learn what has happened with him. “How are you here ? And is Finn really back ? God , I hate that guy … ” she muttered under her breath. Kol laughed. “He was back… but Lucian bit him - ” he continued. “Wait , who ? Who is Lucian ?” Y/N asked confused. Kol let out a breath. “Right , you haven’t met him… ” Kol told her the events from the past couple of years. Klaus had become a father which was a complete shock for Y/N since supposedly this was impossible - vampires couldn’t procreate. Kol had fallen in love with a witch - Davina Clare. The Mikaelsons had found out they had another sister - Freya , who was supposedly dead - and Kol had died again … “Oh God…” Y/N’s expression turned sad when she learned his best friend had died at the hands of his own brother. The Mikaelson family relations were super complicated , but this … It was too much to handle. “Yes , but Davina brought me back shortly after she unsired Klaus’ bloodline.” Kol ordered another drink. Something had changed. His eyes had darkened every time he said Davina’s name. “She loved me …and I loved her. … but now thanks to my siblings  , Davina is gone forever.” he said his voice to breaking. Y/N knew exactly how Kol felt , losing the person you love most not once but twice… She glanced at Kai who clearly had gotten lost in his thoughts and wasn’t paying attention at the conversation at all.   The longer Y/N and Kol kept talking , the angrier Kai got. It wasn’t exactly anger tho … more like a super heightened over protective / over possessive feeling. Jealousy - the word popped into his head. He was jealous of the newcomer who clearly was close with Y/N. When Kol had first arrived and Y/N leaped to hug him , Kai felt as if someone had stabbed him in the chest. 'THAT GUY ’ - Kai kept calling him in his mind - knew things about her that Y/N had never told him. In fact Y/N hadn’t mentioned Kol to him before at all. He wondered why … and that only fuelled his anger.   Back in the 1994 prison world Kai had eavesdropped on enough conversations between Damon and Bonnie to know that the Originals were dangerous. They could compell other vampires and were very hard to kill , nearly impossible some might say. Didn’t mater though. He wasn’t going to let that guy steal Y/N from him , Kai was pretty sure he’d be able to take him down … “Kai ?” Y/N’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts , her expression worried. “Are you listening ?” “Yes … No.” an apologetic look on his face. “Sorry … What were you saying ?” Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply , as if to say both I LOVE YOU and I WISH WE WERE ALONE RIGHT NOW. He loved those kisses. His anger dulled down a bit. “I was saying … that I admit defeat. You won.” she said pretending to pout. Kai grinned at her. “Told you , I always win.” he said leaning in to kiss her again. Y/N’s phone rang and she stepped out for a few short minutes to take the call and when she returned Kol was laying on the floor , not moving. “Kai ! What happened ?” Y/N’s eyes widened as she ran towards Kol. “You do realise he is an ORIGINAL , right ? He can’t die ! And he has an even worse temper than you … ” she trailed off. Kai stared at her blankly for a moment , his eyes dark.  "Relax , he is just taking a neck snap nap.“ Y/N stared at him in disbelief. Why would he do that ? She got up and in a blink of an eye was standing infront of him , anger flashing in her eyes. "Kol is my friend. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be standing here.” she said trying to sound as calm as possible. Yelling wouldn’t achieve anything. Kai looked confused. Y/N took a deep breath before continuing “All the way back when the Originals first came into town … Damon tried to kill me. We were having a couple differences back then , even more than now. Kol was there , he fed me his blood.” she sighed “Then at graduation when the veil to the Other Side was done , Kol showed up just as a hybrid was about to tear my throat out.” Kai’s expression softened. “You never told me this…” he said , his voice low. He tried to pull Y/N into his embrace but she took a step back. “I’m sorry. I … I was jealous.” Y/N scoffed , “Yeah , I got that when I saw Kol laying on the ground with a snapped neck.”   She walked to one of the booths and tossed herself onto the soft cushions , letting out a frustrated sigh. Kai was not making things easier and now she had to figure out how to keep Kol from killing Kai. That was going to be difficult… Why did Kai always put her in situations like this ? He was like a little kid sometimes - leave him unsupervised for 5 seconds and all hell breaks loose. 'At least there are no people at Grill.’ Y/N thought to herself. Kai walked over and sat next to her. Y/N refused to look at him , she had crossed her arms on her chest starring at the wall straight ahead. After Kai had snapped Kol’s neck , he had compelled everyone present at the time to leave and forget what they saw. “You can’t keep doing this sort of thing every time you get jealous.” Y/N said trying to sound calm but there was a hint of anger in her voice. Ever since they had been reunited a couple of months back when Y/N had finally convinced Bonnie to let him out in exchange of a few favours, Kai reacted badly towards any guy who dared getting within breathing distance of Y/N. Kai touched her face , making her turn around and face him , flames dancing in her eyes. “I’m really sorry , Y/N.” he said. “I just … I lost it for a moment there. You two have a past and I - ” “You what ? Hmm ? He is my friend , Kai. ” she said angrily. “That’s all he ever was and all he will ever be - A FRIEND. I love YOU , not him. Do you understand that?” Kai nodded. “Promise me this won’t happen again.” “I promise.” her said , leaning in to kiss her but he never got the chance. At the same moment Kol grasped for air , coming back from the dead and Y/N jumped up from her seat right away. Kai got up too , an apologetic look on his face.  Kol however was not in a mood. He sped towards Kai pinning him to the nearest wall. Kol’s hand around his neck. “What the hell mate!?” he asked angrily. “Is that how you treat your girlfriends friends?” Y/N gasped and ran towards them trying to tear Kol away from Kai. “Please Kol , let him go!” she pleaded as Kol punched a whole through Kai’s chest wrapping his hand around Kai’s heart. Kai was struggling to breath , his eyes becoming unfocused. “Kol , please …” Y/N pleaded tears starting to stream down her face. “It was all a misunderstanding… I can’t lose him.” Kol turned to look at her. “He is my life. Don’t do this…” Kol’s eyes softened seeing the look on Y/N’s face. Time passed extremely slowly , the seconds turning into minutes , minutes turning into hours. Tears kept streaming down Y/N’s face but she couldn’t take her eyes off of Kai. He tried to speak but barely a sound came out. When Kol pulled his hand out of his chest , Kai collaped on the ground. Y/N rushed towards him and wrapped her hands around him , kissing him. Relief flooding her body. “Only because you are my friend…” Kol said , pausing for a moment “…and because I don’t want to cause you the same pain my siblings caused me. You are lucky Rebekah is not here , she wouldn’t have let me let him live.” Kol grabbed a towel and wiped his hands clean and not long after Rebekah walked inside , a grin on her face. She dropped her jacket on one of the chairs and looked at her brother then at Y/N who had wrapped her hands around Kai , her eyes puffy red with tears. Rebekah raised her eyebrows noticing the blood stain on Kai’s shirt. “Don’t tell me I missed all the fun?” disappointment in her voice. ———————————– Hope you liked the story :) It’s a little bit different and longer than usual but I didn’t want to split it in two parts. Also I kind of really miss Kol too and always wanted Kai to meet some of the Originals. Let me know what you think and if you have any requests > feel free to send them. :)

Kara no Kyōkai Movie 1 reaction

Thoughts as I watched Movie 1: You know if someone doesn't like icecream there are other cold foods you can buy them rather than just assuming they'll like ice cream when it's really cold. Goddammit man, pick a flavor you think she likes rather than being cute and trying to colour code it. Independent girl don't need no flattery ice cream. I'm with her - it's annoying when people try to get you to eat stuff without knowing your tastes. And here we have the scene I was shown in advance I think I lack the context I require to actually enjoy this insect motif abstract opening thing. It'll probably make sense once I watch more. Girl's apparent is bare to an unsettling degree. Like if you had a laptop or something it'd look a lot more natural. Just water in the fringe? I guess she *could* eat out but they're probably implying she's kind of boring in this regard (though the reason for this remains to be seen). Wait, or are they implying that the water around here is impure or seems impure to her. Otherwise why not just get 2 or three glass bottles and refill them for cold water - it's what I do. Girl seems to notice something and leaves without checking messages. Is this setting up that missed message as important, something that could have saved her life or something. Or is she the victim of harrassment or something and already knows what the message probably is? A spate of suicides? Sounds like a Witch! I like this girl in a white coat with glasses sipping coffee. Sounds like something like a witch is in play if none of these girls wanted to die. Mind control? Why is it targetting school girls? Is this Mikiya person, how to put it politely, neurotypical? Is there a reason white coat lady is speaking for him while he just stares forward blankly? Is that why, after making the insight he's makes the rather silly followup statement which doesn't seem like a joke. Or is that a joke? I sometimes have trouble reading emotions when consuming subtitled media. I end up just reading the words and ignoring the tone. When is he coming back to us? Sounds like there is something off with him. Is he like spirit walking and literally not in his body? Or is it some kind of neurological condition? The police car has its lights on. Another suicide? Dog trailing blood. Yep, another suicide. (Or one of the existing ones. I've been informed this thing isn't necesssarily chronological). What on earth are those things in front of the moon. Wraiths? Presumably whatever they are they're the cause of the suicides or maybe that's just what it wants me to think (eg they're attracted to death but don't cause it) Aww, white coat lady is a smoker. That's unfortunate. Unless you have robo-lungs like Adam Jensen you should try and quit. So 8 wraiths = 8 dead girls? That seems oddly specific. Why would each of them only cause 1 death. Unlesssss this is the non-chronological thing and the girl sees the future. Those are ghosts and they didn't cause the suicides. She's seeing there will eventually be 8 victims in ghost form. Ok we've gotten some exposition about time being weird at the tower. Records being formed at a slower rate or something? How does that work? Exposition on what people feel as they look out before they jump. I'm not entirely sure I understand it. Is this show seriously claiming that these girls are just being overwelmed by the immensity of the world they live in and collapsing over the edge? A view might be impressive but it's not the total perspective vortex. Anyone who has seen an optical illusion knows that perception does not equal reality but I can't help but worry they're going somewhere silly with this. People can't survive outside of their own little boxes? I think that's a very pessimistic view of the human psyche. Humans *don't* view the world accurately. We have a ton of cognitive biases. But, in general, I don't think we're going to keel over after percieving things slightly more accurately. So the girls might be related to Mikiya's condition or whatever? Wait, is Mikiya the guy who brought her icecream in the beginning? Hard to say. Also what's with all the TVs? I had assumed they were trying to set up some sort of science vibe but they haven't really done anything with it since then. Seeing the girl fall behind her was disturbing. I think we saw two different time periods here. Her approaching the building in the past with the suicide and then investigating in the present. Now she's walking the halls to a background of child laughter. Is this what they meant by records being slow? That the children have left but somehow a record of their presense will take longer to leave. Yep, definite confirmation of some kind of spirit manipulating people She's not going to do an Ash Williams and cut off the hand is she? Wait so she's got a puppet hand? Magical prosthesis? Or maybe it's just a puppet hand - have I seen that hand move before possession? And now we're talking about souls. This will probably be cringeworthy. Talking about soulless shells... is that Mikiya's problem, is his soul on walkabout? Looks like it's something like that So the message on her answering machine was the last one he left and she keeps it for the memory? That's what I think I'm gathering here. She's eating the icecream so the opening scene couldn't have occurred *that* long ago Ok so she can control the artificial arms. "Aren't you going to bring him back?" And what is this implying? She can bring back souls? She can bring back the dead? Why isn't she? Is there a cost? Or is she just a jerk who thinks he deserves it? More child laughter. She must be hunting one of those things. Will killing it give him his soul back? They're demons? Is she duty bound to kill demons for some reason or is it just because it's the right thing to do? For a second we see the demons with lines through them. Does she possess some ability to see where she needs to cut to kill them? She can fly now? Or at least glide? For a moment I was expecting a hard cut to her falling off the building and the reveal that this is actually what all of the victims see before killing themselves. So this is the one that controlled your hand earlier? So, what, she can't be mind controlled because she's a sociopath or something? It was a woman in a coma all along? Who's that at the door? Don't tell me it's the girl come to kill her real body too or something? Wait, is she conscious of what she was doing? I assumed not. Why would you do that? Is she a psychic or something? Ok it sounds more like a disease or something that occurs when she's asleep. This bit of music here reminds me a lot of Inevitabilis from Madoka So gaining that kind of psychic from makes you lose your vision for some reason? Two containers? The ghost body or whatever counts as a second container? Or is it something else? So what, she was trying to make the metaphorically fly like she was but they misunderstood and tried to actually fly? I think a lot of this movie's problems would have been solved by giving this girl a laptop rather than giving her nothing to do but stare blankly at the window. Please don't tell me that's actually realistic for Japan. So she's a full on death seeker now? I find her apprasal of different ways of dying to be rather creepy. The qualities you should be considering are 'is it quick' and 'is it painless'. So she committed suicide, that's how they resolved this? That's ... less than ideal. Did she *need* to die for him to wake up or was there some other way for her to release him? Was Touko trying to goad her into suicide? I hope not. Now they're talking about how flying and falling is inextricably linked how you can't fly under your own power, etc. I'm not sure but I think they might be trying to advance some philosophy of not reaching too far or something. I strongly disagree with this philosophy. Now we're talking about the ethics of suicide. I guess for my part I believe that everyone owns their own life and has the right to throw that away but in physically healthy individuals outside of horrifying circumstances (eg being trapped in a collapsed mine with no food or about to be captured by people who will torture you horribly) a desire for suicide rarely comes from a healthy place, mentally, and so should be considered with caution. Sounds like he's talking more about Martyrdom than suicide. Killing yourself to save all of Tokyo is an indulgence? That is beyond silly. Now he's talking about his dream which sounds like the intro. Erg, gender roles. Talk like you want girl. Credits, checking for after credit scene I see an energetic girl trying to peak over the crowd. That's the most personality I've seen from a character so far. There's no reason for suicide she says as she slowly kills herself.

So that was a thing. It honestly hasn't captured my attention so far. I'd probably stop watching here if I was just watching this alone on a whim. Not sure when I'll get to the next movie.

Heroes headcanon

(Note: I decided to go with my real account name Reuska and not OC Kiri in the end.)

In my headcanon the summoner doesn’t just shoot-summon heroes but the moment they pull the trigger and activate the orb, they are teleported to the respective hero’s world and they must somehow convince them to go - while the time in Askr is frozen for them so when they return with the hero, it really just looks like they shot-summoned them.

The moment Reuska first fires with Breidablik she gets into the world of Awakening near Virion and kinda startled she’s trying to find her way back to Anna, saying that there’s a trouble back there. And imagine Virion seeing a damsel in distress... XD So he follows her without thinking and Breidablik takes it as “yes” and takes them back.

After the battle Breidablik reveals to Reuska that that it can actually talk (telepathy) and explains her how the summoning works. No one else knows he has a conscience.

Well, when Reuska tries summoning the next time, she gets into Ylisstol castle and starts scolding Breidablik in a low voice that breaking into someone’s castle is definitely not a way to convince them to join the Askr cause. Since Breidablik DOES teleport in vicinity of the respective hero, Chrom actually was just strolling nearby (several years after Grima’s and his wife’s death, being known to be the lonely exalt, slowly loosing all hopes of ever finding Skara again). He overhears the seemingly monologic argument of Reuska with that something in her hand and eventually concluding that woman is not a threat, he reveals himself, asking her for explanation. This whole weird situation kinda wakes him up from his melancholic apathy, so he’s sincerely curious.

That curiosity grows as Reuska, totally embarrassed, apologizes and tries to explain that it was never her intention to break in like this, that she’s been teleported there without her approval and not so long before she herself was taken from her world and blah bla. While she’s talking, she realizes that Chrom must be the Hero Breidablik sent her to get so her apology speech turns into another round of scalding Breidablik that taking a ruler from their land doesn’t come into question and what the hell is he thinking. (Which all looks incredibly funny and curious to a third person.)

Seeing that he’s getting nowhere through Reuska, Breidablik addressed Chrom directly and explains that going with them will not affect Chrom’s own dimension and timeline. That when he returns, it will be right to this very moment, the only difference would be if he would remember (returned by Breidablik) or not (killed in Zenith).

Reuska, still very embarrassed, tries to discourage Chrom from agreeing, and the more she’s trying, the more he actually wants to take this “non-comittal vacation” from his sad reality and be a rebel, because he really needs it. So he decides to go and what Alfonse and Sharena see next is that Reuska summoned one of the biggest Heroes from the world of Awakening (let’s not talk about how the world of Awakening and Shadow should be one... xD).

Chrom is really refreshed and lively in this new situation, it’s like he’s shaken off shackles of the sadness of his past few years, so he’s very friendly and very helpful to the Order, somehow taking a leading position. Besides that, he’s very friendly towards Reuska, because she reminds him of Skara in something (but is way easier to read).

So when Reuska feels terrible for being almost worshipped as the Grand Hero while she’s never done anything heroic compared to others, depressed she’s not really contributing herself, it’s Chrom who comes to comfort and encourage her.

Also when she shows strategic qualities during one meeting (asking questions from the view of an outsider, showing gaps in Anna’s and Chrom’s plans), he encourages her to further develop them. Thanks to this she eventually becomes a skilled tactician for the Order and she feels much better and helpful ever since then.

The two develop a really strong brother-sister friendship. Chrom looks out for her and her presense works as a temporary cure to his own loneliness.

Reuska eventually finds out enough about Chrom’s past to know he’s still mourning for his wife and she knows that nothing she can do for Chrom will never make him happy because he can’t be happy without Skara.

So, eventually, when she gets her hands on a special orb designed to grant the great summoner an ability to travel home and back, she rather decides to try something unconventional and uses that orb to summon a specific hero (which Breidablik believes is possible with that orb). She tries to summon Skara for Chrom.

Reuska and Breidablik teleport to a strange nothingness. The nothingness Grima turned into and part of that nothigness but different is the human side of Skara. She somehow didn’t decay into nothing like the rest but she’s never had the strength to break free. So she’s been trapped in there, more dead than alive, but slightly conscious.

Just to cut the distance between them and Skara takes a great toll on Reuska. She hardly has the strength to talk, when they finally reach Skara, but she does manage to say: “I can take you to your husband. I can take you to Chrom. All I need is your approval.”

What was left of Skara’s consciousness manages to slightly nod her head. That’s all Breidablik needs and he takes both of them to Askr. Skara in a terrible state: weak, starved, bony, some of her hair fell off... Reuska is just terribly exhausted. Eventually, they both regenerate.

I won’t dig much deeper but it comes without question that Reuska managed to make Chrom as happy as he could ever be, even though it meant she would have to live one lifetime in Askr, then die and forget everything, to wake up in her original world right at the point where Breidablik first took her. However, she was always at peace with her decision because she could repay Chrom for all he had done for her.

And I finally found a nice way to bring Skara back from her nothingness. Plus it connects my FEA headcanon with Heroes, that’s just neat. (Now the question is if Reuska will marry Alfonse or Bruno in her Zenith lifetime XD).

Curse of the Aztec Mummy

I was not prepared for this movie.  This is, of course, the second movie in the series of which The Robot vs the Aztec Mummy represents the third, and I was ready for it to be just as boring, shitty, and full of padding as its successor.  When I actually watched it, however... well... it is boring, and it is shitty, and it is padded, but it isn't any of those things as much as the robot one. In fact, it turned out to be almost... I won't say good, but it was definitely weirder and more interesting than I had ever imagined.

I was wrong about another thing, too: it is evident from Curse of the Aztec Mummy that Dr. Krupp was not reconned into the first movie later.  He and the ridiculous snake pit in his laboratory were part of the plot from the very beginning.  We weren't watching a staff of writers run out of ideas.  We were watching a staff of writers who never had any ideas to begin with.

But with that said... holy shit, stuff happens in this movie!  As it opens, the Bat has just been arrested, and everybody's gone home intending to live happily ever after.  But all is not well – Krupp's two henchmen (their names appear to be Lilac and Bear) are still on the loose, and they manage to spring their boss from prison despite the interference of an incompetent luchador who calls himself the Angel.  The rest you know if you've seen The Robot vs the Aztec Mummy, and indeed you saw most of it: Krupp still wants that Aztec treasure, so he kidnaps Flora and hypnotizes her so she’ll tell him where to find the breastplate and bracelet containing the map.  Then he blackmails Eduardo into translating the hieroglyphics for him.  In the nick of time, Popoka the mummy shows up to beat some bad guy ass, which he does with a bit more enthusiasm than he would do robot ass a movie later.

You may be wondering why the Angel wasn't in any of the flashbacks in Robot. Honestly, I was, too, since he's by far the most memorable and fun thing Curse has to offer.  Then I realized: it's because he's completely useless and really has no effect on the story.  Every time the Angel tries to stop Krupp and his henchmen, he fails,  He spends more time tied to a chair, unconscious on the road, or dangling over a snake pit than he does punching bad guys!  Samson vs the Vampire Women was pretty ridiculous and its 'hero' didn't come across as very heroic, but he did defeat the villains and save the girl at the end.  The Angel is basically just a way to make the story longer.

In Samson vs the Vampire Women, Samson's identity was a mystery.  In Curse of the Aztec Mummy, the Angel's is, too – but this time, the mystery is actually given some resolution.  The Angel turns out to be a character we’ve met, and it is believable that this guy knows the things he knows and wants to help Eduardo and Flora in particular.  It comes so close to being important to the plot, but then the Angel himself accomplishes practically nothing.

On the other hand, Samson made rather more sense as a superhero.  He clearly existed outside of this one story we were being told: he had his wrestling career and people outside the main cast recognize him. The Angel appears out of nowhere and is given no context.  Eduardo and Flora have never heard of him before their first meeting, and he doesn't really seem to know what he's doing.  He comes across as a guy who probably got the costume cheap and decided to give superheroing a go just to see what it was like.  This is his first time out in the tights and cape, and it doesn't go well.

The Mummy isn't in this movie nearly as much as the Angel is but does way more.  He wakes up in his pyramid when the bad guys come to steal his stuff, and swoops in at the end to beat the crap out of everybody and throw Krupp in his own snake pit.  He's more or less a deus ex machina, but at least he's an effective one.  I think he actually moves faster this time, too, managing to achieve almost a normal walking speed, and he throws goons around as if he’s not quite half asleep.  The final fight scene is disappointingly short, but it's way more fun than the lousy tussel with the robot.

Like Robot, Curse has to give us the backstory of the film before it, the one the current audience may not have watched. So place your bets, folks – do we see the exact same Singing Aztec Sacrifice Scene as we did in the flashbacks of The Robot vs the Aztec Mummy?  Time's up!  What did you risk?  All of it?  Well, congratulations, because you are correct!  The flashback is much more bearable in Curse of the Aztec Mummy, though, partly because there's just not as much of it (only one movie to recap this time) and partly because of its placement.  This time we only get the flashback after some action has happened to catch our interest and make us curious about these characters – it's still forced exposition, but it's much, much better forced exposition.

Flora actually evinces some character in this movie, too.  In Robot she was utterly disposable.  Here, Krupp describes her as 'rebellious' and we do see a bit of that, although the awkward dubbing probably waters it down a lot.  She declares that she will not allow Krupp to hypnotize her, as Eduardo has taught her how to resist his control – indeed, Krupp is obliged to drug her in order to put her under, and even then he says she's fighting him. It's not really a substitute for her having an actual personality but eh, it's something.

She also very quietly subverts a common trope – the Evil Stepmother. Flora's status as Eduardo's second wife could have been used to introduce stereotypical family tension into the movie, which would distract from the main plot but be very cheap, since it would have consisted of nothing but actors shouting at each other.  Instead, however, the story establishes that Flora's stepdaughter accepts and even adores her, and she is a welcome part of this multigenerational family – the plot is padded out instead by the antics of the Angel, which are no more useful but far more entertaining.  That's really very refreshing.

I'm not sure this movie has any intentional message, but while watching it I did find it made me think about the different kinds of value an object might have.  The central conflict of the story surrounds the Aztec Treasure and the incompatible forms of value assigned to it by the different characters.  The treasure obviously has monetary value – Mesoamerican cultures are famous for having had absurd quantities of gold sitting around before Europe showed up to rob them blind and give them smallpox.  This is the form of value that Krupp places on the treasure.  Mad Science is expensive and he hopes to fund his research.  The fact that by doing so he may rob the artifacts of their artistic value (say by melting it down into gold bars) is of no interest to him.

Krupp's plan is also at odds with the spiritual value of the treasure, assigned by the people who originally hid it. To them it was an offering to the gods, and its value lies in its potential for placating them or winning their favour.  Taking it away from its resting place back into the human world actually deprives it of any value in their eyes, and thus the need to set a supernatural guardian over it.

The movie does not delve into the historical value of the treasure, and so we can save a discussion of that concept for when I get around to reviewing The Thing that Couldn't Die. There is, however, a third type of value present here: to Eduardo and Flora, the treasure actually has a negative personal value, in that its presense is a source of stress and trouble to them.  When asked to choose a side in the struggle between its monetary and spiritual value they choose Popoka's, but only because that is the option that causes them the least problems.  Flora is the reincarnation of Zochi, whose death is intimately linked with the treasure itself.  She can have peace to live her life only when the treasure is not a part of it.

That's about it.  The movie is better than the one that followed it, but “better than The Robot vs the Aztec Mummy” is a bar so low, Ned the Nanite would have to bend down to walk under it.  This movie sucks big time.  It's got an annoying little kid and the music frequently sounds like Frere Jacques.  The Bat's hideout amusingly seems to be in a suburban house, and I think Eduardo's cowardly assistant is called Pinkeye.  Gangsters fire guns by shaking them a bit while the sound guys dub in machine gun noises – there's no smoke or muzzle flash, and it's hilarious.  None of Krupp's decisions about who to kidnap, beat up, or kill at any given point make a whole lot of sense, but Luis Aceves Castañeda still looks like he's having a great time.

Bad as it still is, I can't help thinking that if Curse of the Aztec Mummy is as much of a step down from the original Aztec Mummy as its own sequel was from itself, then the first movie might well have been almost mediocre.  There's also a fourth in the series: The Wrestling Women vs the Aztec Mummy. If the pattern holds, that one is probably awful enough to make people's heads explode.

I can't decide which to look for first.