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PERTH NAKHUN
#gif#perth nakhun#my engineer#my engineer the series#y destiny#y destiny the series#cutie pie#cutie pie the series#kinnporsche#kinnporsche the series#he looks so good in y destiny but i just cannot force myself to actually watch it
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The night we met.
« Eren? EREN! E- »
I woke up.
Right, it was a nightmare. Just a nightmare.
“Y/N? Is everything alright? “
His bland eyes were fixed on you, he looked so lovely or better said, unreal.
“Nightmare huh?”
It was indeed a nightmare, a very realistic one.
“I’m taking it for a yes. Wanna talk about it, Y/N?”
Silence filled the room. You could feel just how fast your heart was beating, no, you could hear it and you were sure he heard it too. Nightmares were progressively getting worse day by day. Was it the fear of losing him that was slowly poisoning your brain? After all, he’s got less than 4 years left.
“Eren?” You were containing your sobs. You couldn’t cry. Not in front of him. Not now.
“I’m all ears, tell me” Gaze still fixed on you.
“Do you remember the night we met?” The air felt nostalgic, it was almost as if you were taken back to that very first night.
A soft laugh was heard. “This brings back so many memories. Yes, dear, I remember every single detail of that very night. I remember how pretty your eyes were under the moonlight. I remember how pretty the moon was. That very night i realized. I realized how so desperately in love i was with you. I knew that I wanted to be with you till the very bittersweet end. I wanted to protect you from everything and from everyone. I do remember that night, Y/N, it’s engraved in my memory”
“Now you tell me, do you remember that one promise you made?” Gaze now fixed on something else.
You knew what he was talking about, oh yes you did, but you were too feared to face the truth. “What promise are we talking about? I did indeed promise not to drink, I know it’s bad for the baby” you let out a forced chuckle.
“You promised you’d move on, Y/N”
“Eren, you promised we’d never talk about it again you-“ Before you could finish your sentence you heard a sob.
“I’m so terribly sorry, God, I’m so sorry. Have you ever met someone so selfish, Y/N? I made you fall in love with me, I fell in love myself, knowing damn well how it will end! You are carrying my child, our child. I will make sure of your safety I will do everything i can or even cannot to keep you both safe. You on the other hand promise you’ll move on! Promise that eventually you will move on, Y/N!” Sobs were now nothing more but a cry of despair and even agony. He broke down. After all, Eren’s destiny was written long ago.
“I promise, Eren. I will move on but I’ll never stop loving you. I’ll tell our child about you. I’ll tell our child what an amazing person you were, my love, i will.” Tears were forming. You wanted to scream it all out. What a big liar you were. Move on? You could never move on. Not now not then not ever. Eren, after all, was your biggest love. Your biggest yet beautiful mistake.
“Let’s get some rest Y/N. Stress is not good for you and the baby.” Closing the gap, he draws you closer to him gently wiping the tears off of your delicate face.
“I am a selfish bastard. If given a chance to relive that very first night i would do it. I would do it in a heartbeat.” His voice was now nothing but a whisper “I will look for you in every lifetime and love you just like I do now.”
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A loud knock was heard. What time was it? 5 in the morning?
I awoke to the sound of non-stopping knocking at the door. Is this it? Are they here for him? For me?
“Y/N get dressed we are heading out” Eren’s expression now tense and somewhat apologetic?
“Heading out? Eren I don’t understand. Where are we going? Who are these people behind the door?” Confusion was taking over.
“Time has come to save Paradis, Jaeger Eren” Voice behind the door exclaimed.
That voice. It was very familiar but absolutely nothing was coming to your mind. You heard it before, plenty of times actually.
“Floch you will-“door slammed as Eren walked up to Floch. Right. Floch. Floch was his name. You couldn’t hear anything but the sound of your own heart beating.
What were they talking about? You were so lost in your own thoughts that you couldn’t even hear Eren talking to you. You zoned out.
“Y/N? Are you okay?”
Am I okay? Was I okay? I don’t know. I am completely lost in this chaos.
“Eren is this it? Are they here for me? I’m not going home without you, I’m not returning to Paradis I cannot. Eren I-“ You were once again interrupted by Eren. Panic was slowly but surely getting to you.
“Do you remember our promise? Y/N do you remember it? My love, I know. I know we had so much planned together. I know this is sooner than expected but you will have to keep that promise”. He was trying not to wail.
“What – You stammered, crying. “What are you going to do? Are you going to stay here? Promise me this is not a goodbye. Eren, promise me we’ll see each other again.” Your voice was wavering. Fear took control over you.
“I-“Eren was cut short. “We have to get going NOW. We can’t waste time. Will Tybur’s speech is only an hour away.” Floch was greedy for vengeance. He drastically changed after being the sole survivor of that one day, that accident.
“Floch, make sure Y/N gets to the port safe and sound. I’m counting on you so do not deceive nor disappoint me. Take care of her.” Regard fixed on your now red from crying face. He gave you one last rueful smile “I love you.”
And just like that, he was gone.
Your heart was aching because deep down you knew. You always knew that happy endings do not exist. They are nothing but a mere illusion. Will you ever see him again? Will you?
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probably i just love to suffer but what about y/n having abusive relationships with her professor in Oxenfurt(secretly of course) but yennefer founds out and trying to help reader get out of this mess while also falling in love we need more yennefer love in this fandom ✨
Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Yennefer x ReaderWord Count: 1,851Rating: GTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle a/n: I went in a bit of a different direction here. I don’t write abusive relationships and I don’t do professor/student relationships but I do recognize that these things exist. I reference a professor/student relationship but I tried to do so in a way that was clear on where I stand about those power dynamics and the inability for true consent on the part of the student. This fic also ended up being much more yearn-y and angsty than anticipated but I hope you still enjoy what I wrote. Thanks!
Yennefer.
Dark hair and light eyes.
Magic and mystery.
Yours and nobody’s.
Yennefer who taught you to want more from this world. Yennefer who made you feel like you’d placed every single star in the sky. Yennefer who break your heart when she left, wordlessly, senselessly.
You knew she’d be standing on your doorstep but still you opened the door. You’d never been able to keep her out. Not when it mattered. Not when you needed her. And like it or not, you did.
She was the same as she’d been when she left. A little cooler and distant but those eyes still glowed and you felt your heart sway into a familiar hum of adoration at the sight of them.
“Y/N,” she said, a word she hadn’t allowed herself to think much less speak since the day she’d left. She didn’t know what pulled her to you but whatever the reason she knew better than to question it. There was no such thing as a coincidence and she wouldn’t fail you. Not this time, at least.
“Yennefer,” you replied, not bothering to put up a pretense of surprise at finding her there. You stepped aside and gestured for her to walk in and she followed, looking around the little house with a small smile. It was all exactly the same. There was a timelessness to this place that she loved. You had not stalled with time, though. You were older, the shadow of wrinkles playing about the corners of your eyes and lips. The eyes were still just the same, though, if a bit sadder than before. Her heart ached at this, knowing she was in part to blame. But there was no point in resting in regret.
“What brings you?” you asked.
“You tell me,” she countered. You sighed heavily.
“Yennefer you can’t just show up on my doorstep 10 years later and demand I tell you everything,” you insisted. She considered your words for a moment.
“And yet I am,” she replied simply. You shook your head, hating that you found her characteristic stubbornness charming. She had no right to charm you. And yet.
“Same Yennefer,” you said.
“You liked that Yennefer.”
“I used to like a lot of things.”
“You still do.”
Her words were more of a plea than a statement and you tried not to fall into your old role, reassuring her that you still did, of course you did, when you knew she wouldn’t offer the same reassurance in kind.
“Perhaps you have come to offer me congratulations,” you said, changing the topic, “I am to be wed.”
Yennefer’s heart lurched at the words and she forced her face to remain neutral but you felt the tension settle in the space between the two of you. You gave her a challenging look, daring her to be jealous or angry and hoping desperately that she’d rail against the news.
“That must be it,” she said. She walked into the little sitting area, taking up residence in what had once been her favorite chair. It had never felt right sitting in it though you’d spent countless hours crying there, nose pressed against the fading fabric, seeking the last traces of her scent before that too was taken from you with time. Everything had been taken but the love you felt for her. You followed her into the room though it bothered you that she fit so perfectly back into it as though no time had passed.
“Tell me about him,” she said, giving you a placid look of interest though blood rushed in her ears, nearly drowning out your words as you spoke.
“He’s a good man. Respected. A professor,” you said, ticking off the points your parents had recited when you were informed that you would be marrying him.
“Professor?” Yennefer asked, catching the detail you’d hoped she wouldn’t.
“Yes,” you said, eyes on the back of the chair, near her face but not actually looking at her.
“From Oxenfurt University, I assume?” she pressed.
“Yes,” you said.
“Y/N,” she said sharply and you finally met her eyes which flashed dangerously, “Is it Charles?”
You straightened your back and summoned all of your dignity, shooting her a defiant look.
“Yes,” you said, charging towards the conflict head-on, “Yes it is.”
“Your teacher,” she emphasized, glowering darkly.
“He isn’t anymore.”
“He was when it started though, wasn’t he?”
“He isn’t anymore,” you repeated, face growing warm.
“Did you do it to hurt me?” she asked. She’d warned you that your professor had been extra attentive, tried to tell you that time spent with him outside of class could only lead to trouble. But then she’d been gone and he was there to comfort you and make you feel special and ok. And then things escalated and it went from a lapse of judgment that you were warned never to speak of to a proposal of marriage that your parents charged you to accept. You’d successfully put it off for years, pursuing higher and higher levels of education for the sole purpose of extending the length of your engagement despite pressure from your parents and the professor himself. You’d run out of time now. It would happen soon. You’d hoped he would lose interest but the more you tried to push him away the more determined he seemed to have you. As a child you would have found this flattering, but you weren’t a child anymore.
“Did you leave to hurt me?” you asked, thoughts returning to the question Yennefer had posed. Now it was her turn to shift in her seat uncomfortably and form her answer.
“No,” she said, “I never wanted… I didn’t want that to be how it had to go.”
“How it had to go?” you echoed with a bitter laugh, “Please explain why it had to go that way.”
“I don’t have an answer you’ll like,” she admitted.
“Try an answer that’s honest, it’ll get you farther,” you retorted. She took a deep breath and you waited.
“I had an offer at a job. It was going to take me far away, it would offer me training that I could never hope to get here. If I told you… if I talked to you, or saw you, I would have turned it down. I never would have been able to go. So I left. I made a hard choice, perhaps the wrong one-”
“Perhaps?”
“I’m not going to pretend that I haven’t achieved some of the goals I set for myself. I’m not going to pretend to regret everything I did. But I do regret that it caused you pain,” Yennefer said.
You knew that wasn’t good enough. It was a bad sign of how things had been going that someone acknowledging causing you pain and regretting it made your hungry heart soar with gratitude. There was so much to unlearn from the unkind years that had passed but you would unlearn it if it killed you.
“You know that’s not good enough,” you said, though you wanted to pull her into your arms and tell her it was all forgiven, all forgotten, all erased if she would just tell you that she loved you still.
“I do,” she answered, “But it’s all I have to give right now.”
“The wedding is in one week,” you said, rising from your seat. She rose as well and followed you to the foyer.
“There will be no wedding,” she said bluntly, surprising even you who thought you couldn’t be surprised by her anymore.
“You don’t make that call,” you argued.
“I will if I have to. I will for you,” she insisted.
“Yennefer-”
“Tell me you love him and I will walk out that door, destiny be damned, and ride away forever,” she said. You looked into the violet eyes that met your gaze unflinchingly. You tried to say the words but you were tired of lying. You’d never been good at it and you never could like to her. You didn’t want to. And Yennefer always told you to never do things you didn’t want to do.
“If I try and leave him… I don’t know what will happen. And whatever does happen, he has the support of my parents. I am alone in this, Yennefer,” you admitted, fearful even as you spoke that your fiancé would appear from somewhere hidden and drag you to a chapel in an instant. Yennefer took a step forward, one hand resting against your face softly, tears coming to your eyes at the feeling of her touch after so many years left with only dreams and memories that could never compare to the real thing.
“No. You are not alone. Not in this, not in anything. And certainly not with him,” Yennefer’s voice dropped low and dangerous as she spoke the words and you feared for a moment that you’d incidentally sealed his fate.
“It’s easy to say that,” you argued, “It’s easy to pop by because destiny taps you on the shoulder and tells you to intervene but what about the other times? What if destiny tells you to leave again?”
“That wasn’t destiny,” she said, shaking her head, “That was just ambition. And I am still ambitious but I am also in a better place to choose how I pursue those ambitions. And with whom.”
Her hand fell to yours, slightly trembling but quickly clasping hers back.
“If I go with you, I cannot allow you to be my only source of support. I need to make friends. I need to earn my own coin. And I need to have my own life,” you said. There was a loud voice in your head screaming at you to be quiet, to accept the scraps she could offer, to cling to her for as long as you could. But you knew the voice had grown in a time when those instincts kept you safe. They couldn’t serve you anymore. You wouldn’t let them.
“Of course,” she agreed, “Does this mean you’ll come?”
You looked back at the little house. You’d built a life around this space, in this town. You knew the rules of this world and even if you didn’t always enjoy the game you knew how to play. 10 years before Yennefer had changed the rules, knocked the board over and forced you to learn a new game. But you had. You had done that alone. You could do it again. You would do it in a way that served you better.
“When do we leave?” you asked, heart in your throat as you answered. Yennefer smiled and began to move in for a kiss, pausing before she did and stepping back. You were grateful at her restraint because you knew you wouldn’t have it. In time, if it was right for you, you would taste her kisses again. You would know the soft warmth of her body against yours and you would share a love worth building together. But for right now you needed time and friendship, and she would give you both.
“Now.”
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RWBY V8 Livethought Stream: Episode 1
And as I have done for the last couple of seasons, here is my live thoughts as I watch the episode. Spoilers below, of course, for RWBY Volume 8, Episode 1: Divide.
First shot we get is of Cinder cleaning a floor. Dammit, and I was hoping she was secretly a whore in Mistral. Ehh.
Convinent that the Grimm Whale has LANDING PADS on its side. Quite a few of them actually. Do Grimm launch from them like VTOL attack craft?
Neo and Cinder are flying a new as of yet un-named vehicle. Im going to call this one the Remora cause it kinda looks like one.
Im getting massive Leviathan vibes from this whale. Wont lie. Mixed with a bit of Hive influence from Destiny.
Neos look of confusion and fear is at the same time both amusing and adorable. Also, she has no shirt over her bellybutton, which I find slightly amusing.
Salems throne has some kind of link to somethign else in the Whale, there’s no other reason for it to have that glowing power bank on the back.
Also it seems to be made of bone, as is most of the rest of the interior. So...presumably, Salem shaped this entire thing like a bonesinger.
Salem still got the titties out uniform AND I STILL HATE THAT HER VOICE IS JEN TAYLOR!
Salems got Grimm bone arm bracers. Interesting..
LAMP
Neo is literally saving this entire episode for me with her silent adorable sass.
And Tyrian with the ABSOLUTE FIRE. Also hey hes back, guess he got up here somehow.
Note on the throne Room; all the doors we see are connected to Salem’s throne via those glowing lines, which seem to curve and go elsewhere. I think this is the Whale’s nerve center. And it looks like its on the back if the huge bone in the reare near the teeth is its spine.
And Neos like “hey wait I didnt sign up for this”
Correction; its not a door, its a MOUTH. Wall mouth.
ANNNNDD new designs for everyone on the evil team. HAVEL BE BEAR BRO. TOTAL GAY ENERGY. It looks like he tore the sleeves of a nice dress shirt and just BELTED it in place.
And Merc looks like a fucking GOPNICK, HA! What the fuck does he have hanging from his right leg though.
Yeah, knew it. She touches the throne and the whale responds. Its her command seat, literally.
And Salem putting that bitch IN HER PLACE. You do it queen.
And now to the bottom of the hole under Atlas.
THIS. THIS IS WHAT I ALWAYS IMAGINED MANTLE TO LOOK LIKE. VINDIFUCINGCATION AFTER FUCKING 6 YEARS!
Old dudes and faunus. Interesting. OLD DUDE FAUNUS WITH LIKE GIANT FUCKING MOLE CLAWS, DAMN.
Fuckin scramble the moment RWBY shows up. Man that was fast, I was hoping Oscar would be lost for a bit longer.
I still cannot believe how THIN the wall defending Atlas is. ITS LIKE TWO FEET THICK AT THE MOST! A METAL BARRIER WITH CONCRETE SUPPORTS! WHAT THE FUCK ATLAS
And Mantle proper slowly decends into what I have always seen it as. Good.
And May takes out a drone with her weapon like a chad. Nice. I guess Atlas doesnt keep track of their drones...wouldnt shock me
Ahhh resistance headquarters inside an old bar. The Huntress’s moving personnel...nice.
Oscars like “no dont touch me” and then “oh wait, titties, oh yeah...” Poor confused farmboi
OH MY GOD. VODKA IS CANON IN RWBY! HOLY SHIT YES!
Huh. Who’s the eyepatch chick with the cute faunus on the wall there. Interesting.
May Marigold; no nonsense. Good
“Largets Grimm Horde ever seen”. Okay, sure. Doesnt seem that big to me honestly.
Interesting. Ammunition cases on Remnant are nearly identical to ours, down to the large rectangular lockingn flap on one end.
Hmm. Casualties, judging by the watch and dropped material. No surprise. The weak get eaten in this world.
Also hey, faunus Futaba
Oh wonderful, no free-launch for the stadium. BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT RIGHT?
Also, Stilltskin on the wall there. Some kind of whiskey
Main Atlesian Military Compound. Prepping myself for a MASSIVE dissapointment...
“Operations room”. Well, I guess it fits, but I would ASSUME its more accurately called a command and control center, or possibly command information center, depending. We’ll see soon enough.
Salems out in open war? Good. Time to break out the fuckin heavies people.
NGL this whole scene feels really oddly hamfisted. Its...strange. Doesnt feel like its flowing naturally.
Noras got a point but like, bruh, its Remnant. No ones got fucking militiares. You sat on your fucking hands for 80 Y EARS AND THIS IS HOW IT SHAKES OUT FOR YOU
And there’s a difference between division emotionally and splitting up to handle two objectives. Ruby, please stop being a civilian for 20 seconds and THINK
Cute, Penny’s gone full maiden depressed. First thoughts; self sacrifice.
Good idea. But make it more brutal, Penny. Make it a frontal assault that will make that bitch BEG for the end she cannot have. You have lasers, you have maiden powers, hit that whore with an alpha strike that will make Nicolas Kerensky wince!
Goooood. Pennys going for Atlas. CUT THEM TO RIBBONS POLENDIA!
Two teams, two days. Two seperate stories and things get messy.
IRONWOOD LITERALLY CALLS PENNY ON THE PHONE ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS.
Remnant is doomed. Lol, jumped a head a little bit buddy? Get out for a little bit mate. See some of the other kingdoms, check how they’re doing.
Atlas has defenses? Sure they do. Something tells me we’re not seeing that...
And guilttrip. Wooooooo not impressed.
Awww Marrow sadboi.
Actually the aces all look sand OH BECAUSE ITS CLOVER. WHY IS HE THERE? ARE THEY-OH DONT YOU FUCKING DARE RT. DONT YOU FUCKING DARE BRING HIM BACK.
FUCK YOU IF YOU DO. HE SERVED HIS FUCKING PURPOSE AND NOW HES DEAD, LEAVE HIM FUCKING BE!
ALSO HES FUCKING DUMB AND USELESS AND WE NEED HARE TO LEAD THE ACES NOW OKAY? We need someone willing to draw blood, not a showboat
Hare’s commentary is mine. Angry snort indeed.
Winters there too, looks like shes still beat to shit. Annnd there’s Ironwoods new arm.
Adorable specialist is adorable. Huh. Wonder if I can use her for something.
Medical brace for Winter...odd. Did she suffer burns or something? A stimm sleeve like in Gears?
Blah blah giant Grimm force blah blah okay yeah whatever
Atlas has hardlight shields. Okay, good. But we know how useful those are against proper attacks...You got anything else? Missiles? AA batteries? SOMETHING?
Seriously its a giant flying army, fill the fucking sky you morons!
Oh look its the two useless members of Atlas’s council.
YEAH! FUCK YEAH! THATS WHAT I WANNA SEE! GET HIS ASS IRONWOOD! FUCK YEAH! NOW SHOOT THE OTHER BITCH TOO! MAKE IT CLEAR THEYVE SERVED THEIR PURPOSE!
That POSTURE. THE CASUALNESS! THE PROPER FIRING STANCE! UGH ITS SO GOOD!
Wish we coulda seen the dude get smashed though. Damn ratings. I wanna know what a bullet does to a person in this universe.
Hare’s face here was the perfect ending to the situation. Confusion, wonder...acceptance. Exactly.
Same with Winter actually.
Huh. Wonder who Salems talking to.
And now for the new opening...
Everythings going to shit, shocker.
Nic ecallbacks to other stuff.
Oh great does Salem have WINGS now?
This last part reminds me of the trailer for Halo Wars 2
Wonder if the shadow under Crescent Rose at the end means anything.
Annnndddd thats it for this episode! See you all next week!
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Chapter X: The Last Day On Earth
The story so far and a short synopsis are over here.
A/N: So, this is it. The last chapter of the first part of this story. The last chapter of Ivar’s life as just a son of Ragnar, if we’re being honest. This is where he starts growing into his legacy or destiny or whatever you want to call it. I’m also looking forward to writing with the new, better and badder (yes, I know, worse) Ivar, I got a lot of mischief planned, but well, here are your and Ivar’s last hours in the world as you know it. :)
Once again, thanks to the people who asked to be tagged: @youbloodymadgenius @xnnskwjeheb2j @blonddnamedhandz
Look above into the misty air
I hear the waves reminding me of fear
I'm not alone but still I am confused
Will you return and will your dreams come true?
[…]
Farewell proud men
Spirits will guide you
May they save you
Farewell proud men
Frightening ocean sacred as the wind
I beg you please be careful with these men
At night I dream of wonders and of change
Will I receive a message from you then?
(Leaves’ Eyes – Farewell Proud Men)
I woke up to the uncanny feeling that someone was watching me, and when I opened my eyes, they met Ivar’s right away. He was studying my face with a weird expression on his.
“You look different, somehow.” He cocked his head and stroked my cheek.
I groaned. “That is because I am not a morning person.”
It made him chuckle. “Tonight we will hold the sacrifice and we will leave shortly after the Gods have blessed our voyage.” He said with a voice still a little hoarse from sleep. It reminded me so much of these first days we spent together after our wedding, when we laid in bed and talked for hours on end. It made it hard to breathe and tugged on my heart. I was missing Ivar, even though he was lying right next to me, which made no sense, but then again all the sense in the world, because I was starting to notice changes in his behaviour. I had been right, when I had told Ubbe and Sigurd that he would come back changed, no longer the Ivar we had known. I swallowed and had to blink away a few tears.
He still noticed them and shook his head, grinning. “I take it that you are going to miss me?”
I slapped his upper arm. “Of course I am going to miss you. You are a nuisance, but still.”
He acted outraged, but then kissed the top of my head. “I will miss you too, my beautiful wife. But there is one little thing you have to promise me, before I leave.”
I raised my eyebrows questioningly and Ivar went on: “You don’t tell anybody about last night!” he suddenly hissed. “Not a word to a single soul, you understand?”
His hand that had been resting on my shoulder suddenly gripped me harder, his mood shifting faster than the tide.
“Why would I tell anybody?”
“I don’t care why you would do it, I only tell you not to do it.” His eyes were a piercing shade of blue and ice cold.
I gave a nod. “I will not tell anyone, Ivar. I have no reason to tell anybody.”
He gave me a grim smile. “Good. I have to take care of a few last things before we leave, but I am sure, you will find something to keep you occupied.”
I shrugged. “I have a few things to take care of myself. I am almost as important as you, you know?” I laughed. When I met his eyes, I realised that it was no laughing matter to him.
“Yeah, you do your things, I do mine. I guess I will see you at the sacrifice tonight.” He mumbled, before he left the bed and got dressed in silence, only to leave me alone on the bed.
I sighed deeply, staring at the ceiling and listening to the chirping birds that nested in the thatched roof. Then, with a jolt, I found myself on a battlefield in a place I did not know. I looked around, then recognised the scene. I had seen this play out on our wedding day. Ivar was leaning at the side of his chariot, which I now recognised, other than back then. He was drenched in blood and in a blood-thirsty frenzy, shouting half-mad at the Saxons. I told myself that I could not see my husband in all of that, but maybe I could just a little too well to admit to myself.
The scene changed, the scenery with it. We were back in Kattegat and Ivar was burning Lagertha – Lagertha? – at the stake. A petite blonde woman stood by his side. I stared at the two of them, unable to process what I was seeing. I almost started screaming at them, but instead I sat up in our bed, gasping for air and dry heaving. I was quick enough to make it out of the house and into a corner of the garden before I puked into the shrubbery.
A smirking Sigurd, woken up by the ruckus I had caused, stood by the door, watching me puke my guts out.
“Funny, here I thought that you hadn’t even been at the wedding long enough to be that much worse for the wear.”
“Oh, shut up, Sigurd…” I managed, before the heaving started up again.
He shrugged. “Or…could it be…are you with child?” he added in a mock tone.
I glared at him. “Sigurd, I can not be with child, because…”
“Because my brother is Ivar the Boneless, I know.” Sigurd ended the sentence for me.
“…because I have not even been back here long enough to be this pregnant, you fool.”
Sigurd smirked like he knew more than me. I hated his guts. I really did. “Oh, come on, we both know that little Ivar has more trouble than that.”
I glared at him furiously. “I will not talk to you about our marriage!” I shouted back at him. I did not even know if Ivar wanted me to talk about the few successes in the bedroom.
Sigurd shrugged. I knew, he saw that as confirmation for his claim, but I really did not want to tell him about that one time. But pride won. “He can get it up, you know?”
He just waved away my words. “Don’t lie for my brother’s sake. But if it helps you; I would not stay sober if I were married to Ivar either.”
I was already clenching my fist and Sigurd was lucky that I was still too sick to just jump and fight him.
But he was already turning away. “Be careful, little Y/N, be ready to run for the hills when the real Ivar comes out.”
I frowned at Sigurd’s back. “What does that mean?”
He turned around again, shrugged. “I’ve seen him grow up. All Ivar cares about is Ivar. Other people to him are just a means to further his own ends. He was raised that way by our mother. And he will not change for something like love. If he could guarantee a win by sacrificing you? He’d do it in a heartbeat. He might shed some false tears, but that would not stop him. Believe me, Y/N, I’ve known him all his life, but all he has learned in those years, is to get better at acting like he cares.”
Sigurd looked at me with a small but sad smile. “For what it is worth, I like you, and in another world, I would have wished for you to make my brother happy. I don’t want to see you hurt.”
He was sincere, I could tell that much, I just didn’t know if he might be right. He was about to leave and once again, I spoke to his back:
“Sigurd, heed your own warning. Don’t anger Ivar.” I remembered the death of the fair-haired man way too well.
He laughed it off. “Ivar cannot kill me, I am his brother. The others would have his head, before my eyes even close and he knows that.”
I swallowed when he walked away. The problem with knowing things was that once he was angered, Ivar rarely thought straight enough to remember them.
At last, the heaving had subsided and I went back into the house. That was the second time within two days that I had had a vision of some sorts and I did not know if it was Ivar’s proximity that triggered them or if I just started becoming more susceptible to them with time. I thought about visiting the seer, but he had asked me not to seek him out anymore the last time I was there, so I did not.
*
I hadn’t known that we would have a human sacrifice, though in hindsight, I should have assumed as much, knowing how much was at stake with the raid ahead. As I stood with the forces of Jutland and we saw Earl Jorgensen being led towards Lagertha, I turned to see Earl Magnusson, but his eyes were glued to the young man whose death would ensure our men’s victory or at least the favour of our Gods. My eyes searched for Ivar in the crowd and found him near Torvi of all people. His eyes were wide with excitement and he looked like he did not want to miss a minute of what was going on. I remembered the scenes I had seen this morning and a shiver ran down my spine. I forced myself to watch the ritual instead of my husband’s eager face and prayed for Ivar’s protection. I prayed that no harm would befall him on their journey and that he would return to me safely. I was startled when Lagertha actually drove the sword into Earl Jorgensen’s chest, took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As I opened them, I saw the look of utter fascination on Ivar’s face at the blood that started pouring from the young Earl’s wound. I remembered somebody telling me that he was like a dog who had tasted blood for the first time and even though I had shrugged it off at the time, I thought how it looked so literal in this moment. Somebody gasping and pointing at the sky interrupted my thoughts. A comet, fiery and bright made its way across the dark night sky. We were fated. I could not stop what was coming. The Gods had a plan for us and they had made Ivar one of their chess pieces. And all I could do was watch on as they took my husband from me, as he went willingly after the promise of fame and wealth and power. I didn’t know if I felt angry or like crying, but I had to keep up my façade a little longer. First, I had to say my farewells and goodbyes to my men, wish them wealth or Valhalla, only then could I go home to find my husband sitting on our bed, in a surprisingly chipper mood.
“Did you see, Y/N? The Gods blessed us once again. I do not doubt for a moment that we will be victorious.” His eyes were so bright, his smile so genuine, that I wished I could remember him like this. It made me happy and sad at the same time.
I gave a nod. “Even if you win the battle, make sure you don’t lose yourself in it.” I was too tired to think my words over.
He huffed at me. “I would have expected a little more enthusiasm from you. I am going on this journey to find out who I really am, so I don’t know what you are even talking about.” His lips were pressed in a tight line and I knew he was willing to fight me on this, too.
I sat down beside him and sighed. “Ivar, I don’t want to fight anymore. There are so many things between us right now and you are leaving tomorrow. Can we just be here in peace for a moment?”
He looked at me, his eyes carrying the same pain mine probably did. “And whose fault is that? If you had never left for Ripa…”
“If you had never left with yor father…” I interrupted him impatiently, then took a deep breath. “We both made mistakes. But we cannot change the past. We cannot yet do anything about the future. But we can decide what we do right now.”
Ivar gave a short, humourless laugh. “And what would that be? It’s not like I can…” Then he looked down to the ground.
“Ivar, it is not about that. Just…be here with me, alright?” I asked him.
He looked at me and swallowed hard. He wasn’t as cold as he acted, but he rarely let it show. His eyes turned soft and warm, his mouth formed a small smile and he kissed my temple. “Alright.”
And there we were; my broken heart and husband, our cracked marriage and a fragile truce in what felt like our last night on earth.
*
It went quicker than I would have thought. One moment, I was watching on as Ivar packed up his things and they heaved them and his chariot into one of the longboats, the next, I was saying goodbye to my husband. He sat on a railing at the harbour, to be at the same eye-level as all the other men around, and looked anywhere but at me and I started searching his face for traces of feelings. I found them, etched into the worried creases around his eyes and on his forehead. In the way the muscles of his jaw were working as he looked for something to say. I lightly touched his face and forced him to look at me and he swallowed.
“Why do I have the feeling that this is the last time I will see you?” he whispered, his eyes angrily beating away at the tears he did not want to let fall.
I kissed him lightly and his lips followed mine for a moment. I felt him exhale a breath he had been holding.
“Because the two people we are now will never see each other again. War will change you, life will change me. But we will meet again. The Gods will not keep us apart, not even should we wish for it.”
He looked over my shoulder. “I have to leave. I cannot let the army see me in a weak state.”
I gave a laugh. “My husband, you are everything, but you have never been weak.”
He inclined his head and smiled at me. “You know that, I know that, but let the world underestimate me. Let them pay for it. But they don’t need to know that there is someone I care for left in these lands.”
“I am perfectly capable of defending myself.” I protested.
He cackled. “I know, it is one of the reasons why I…” he looked down suddenly, couldn’t bring himself to say the words. “Be safe, my Sif.” He said instead, let himself drop to the wooden ground and crawled away from me. I wanted to run after him and ask him, what he had meant to said, tell him to be safe, but I knew it would not help. Instead I turned around and ran straight into Hvitserk and Ubbe, who hugged me goodbye and then went on their way. Björn gave me an acknowledging nod as he went by me. I fell to the back of the crowd and then stood and watched from the shadows of one of the warehouses as men and women gave their farewells, when I heard someone clearing his throat right behind me. I jumped in surprise and turned to find Floki standing there. He giggled and gave me a hug.
“Couldn’t leave you and not tell you goodbye. Almost didn’t see you here.” He said and smiled at me.
I laughed at that and smiled at him. “I am beyond relieved knowing you to be with Ivar. Take good care of him.”
Floki scratched the back of his head. “Your trust honors me. But you take good care of you, too.”
He hugged me again and then went off. Just before he was out of sight, he turned around. “Hugsi is a good name.”
“What?”
Floki just smiled at me and shrugged. “Just a random thought.” And with that he was swallowed by the crowd.
*
I was one of the last people looking at the small dots on the horizon that were the ship of our Great Heathen army. My things were packed, a small boat had been left for me to sail back to Ripa with, but there was still one thing to do. I heard the crunching of sand beneath somebody’s feet beside me and knew who it was right away.
“Queen Lagertha.” I acknowledged her presence.
“I take it, you will be sailing back to Ripa now that your husband is gone?” she asked.
“That depends. I have something I wanted to tell you for a few days now. I fear there might be an ambush on Kattegat while the men are away. If you need me, I could stay here.”
She laughed at that. “There is no telling what you will do, is there? First your husband believes you will be staying here and wait for him, but you leave for Ripa. Now he thinks you will leave and you want to stay here.”
I sighed. “I would not stay for myself. I would stay to settle my debt.” I turned to her and saw her piercing blue eyes on my face. Her smile was not entirely cold, but enough so that I knew that she had thought so.
“Not this time. I have been fortifying Kattegat just for that reason. I knew that its riches would attract envy and jealousy. So I will not be needing you.”
“It will be after the first snow fell.” I said, accepting her decision, but telling her what I knew. “They will also try to take the city from within. So, be wary of suspicious merchants. Be prepared.”
Lagertha smiled, warmer this time. “Thank you for your concern, Y/N. Do tell Ragnheiđur my greetings, she can stay with you as long as she wishes. I know the two of you are able to lead each other to greatness.” She squeezed my shoulder and then turned to go.
“Lagertha!” I called. “Thank you. For everything.”
She inclined her head and left, leaving me staring at an empty horizon and with nothing left but telling Margarete goodbye and sailing home. I took a look around the now empty harbour. Kattegat. I would miss the city in the fjord, but I was also looking forward to softer shores and calmer times.
*
Ivar had fallen into a restless sleep, tossing and turning, but then, as the waves beneath the longboat started to calm down, so did he.
He was sailing along a river, through blooming meadows and lush marshes. He had never seen these lands before, but had to admit they were beautiful. Then around a bend, a city appeared, houses strewn through the landscape, and a wide jetty with a bustling market. His eyes were looking through the people going about their business and he took hold of the mast to hoist himself up. It started to get harder, the older he got, he noticed not for the first time.
Then he saw her, standing on the wooden landing, looking across the river. His rightful queen. She looked older now, wiser, but also more worn out than when he had seen her last. As his boat had reached the landing, she crossed over to meet him, and there was something else, but as much as he tried to see it, it slipped his eyes. He squinted, but to no avail. So he focussed on her face, the lines that ran deeper now, the way she still regarded his face with the same softness in her eyes, in spite of everything they had gone through. Maybe even because of it.
One of his men helped him out of the boat and another extended his crutch to him, so he could stand. Then they made off quickly, because they had heard the stories of Ivar and his first wife, better not to get in between the two of them.
She smiled lopsidedly and shook her head, something that seemed eerily familiar to him, because he himself used to do it all the time. Then she extended her hand and traced a scar on his cheekbone. “I still resent you for getting us this one.”
Ivar chuckled. “My queen, it is good to see you again.”
She bowed her head. “My king, welcome to Ripa and the Kingdom of Jutland.”
Ivar awoke with a start, panting in the cold night on the ship.
Hvitserk, sitting watch, looked at him. “Ivar, are you alright?”
Ivar shook his head in confusion. “I don’t know, Hvitserk. I don’t know.”
“Go back to sleep, Ivar. It was just a dream. Morning will be here soon enough.” Hvitserk said, dismissing his brother’s concern.
“I can’t.” Ivar whispered. There were too many ghosts between now and his dream.
Seasons change
Spirits wake up
Birds fly away to faraway homes
True love lasts forever
I imagine you in a thousand glimpses
(Leaves’ Eyes – Leaves’ Eyes)
END PART I
#ivar the boneless#ivar imagine#ivar x reader#ivar x you#ivar ragnarsson#ivar lothbrok#vikings#history vikings#ivar the boneless x reader#ivar the boneless fanfiction#vikings fanfiction
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Scenario dialogues 3
Scenario: Trestan had received his star placement, and got categorized as a soul destined for a historical prodigy, should he be able to maintain or even nurture it. Since it was a very rare placement, the institution immediately organized a celebration in honor of his name, and anyone is free to give up offerings in hopes of getting in his good graces, or simply for the basking of his grand placement, hoping it would affect them as well.
Prior to this, Trestan and Damon were on amicable terms, with the Zero-starred soul ensuring that no one was around to persecute him for his attempts of simply befriending Trestan. He didn't want to use Trestan, he was just so happy and enjoying the fact that at least one person didn't look down on him anymore. For him, that was enough. He felt pretty satisfied, he didn't know why he hadn't actualized yet. But he was content, in maintaining whatever benevolent relationship he had with Trestan. And while he knew it was a bad idea, after much inner debate, he finally decided to attend the celebration, even if just to give his friend a gift to honor his accomplishment.
Damon hesitated, looking down at his regular uniform, the only attire he possess that was decent enough never mind fancy, his plain gift, and comparing both to the fancy attire of the rest of the souls, and the mountain of grand presents for Trestan. He didn't want to make a spectacle, if his friend would only chance upon near the door so he could beckon to him for a moment, he'd be satisfied to give his gift and leave.
But with the mob of people clammoring for his attention, there was a small chance of that happening. Finally, he sighed and took small steps into the gathering. As he expected, they all sense his low regarded presence and a deafening silence followed as they stared at him.
Trestan, as oblivious and full of positivity as ever, simply beamed and rushed towards Damon. "Hey Dame! I thought you were never going to show up." he gave him a meaningful hug, and it encourage Damon to forget about the awkwardness for the moment. Trestan pulled back, "what took you so long?"
"Uhm, no reasons, just..." Damon managed out, seeing the eyes of everyone on them, their disdain bleeding out from their gaze, and that's when he decided he couldn't stay for long. "I, uh, actually... Yeah, I actually don't feel all that well. Just, you know, wanna drop this off..." he held up his package a bit, and hope the rest can't see how simple it is. "uh, congratulations, I don't think I've offered them yet and... Well, it's actually just a scarf. I, oops, uh, well the surprise is ruined now. But yeah, ahem, I made it myself, so it's not very good but it's the thought...."
A voice rang out, from someone who couldn't simply take the display anymore.
"A silly piece of clothe? That's what you got for a soul, legendary-starred?" Hubert snorted in disbelief, and Damon instantly stiffened. "are you trying to mock his greatness?"
Damon cowered, and Trestan frowned, confused with the outburst but affronted as well. "Like he was going to say, it's the thought that counts." He looked back towards Hubert, "and besides, I'm the recipient. Your opinion of the its quality matters less."
"Actually," Both Trestan and Damon start as Elder Elio appeared behind them. "it does matter quite a lot. For instance, gifts presented to you that you actively accept can hold weight of matters such as high standards and complacency; if you accept less, you settle for less." He plucks out the package from Damon's hands.
Damon could do nothing but stare as the elder held his gift out of reach. Trestan frowned, waiting for the Elder to continue. He had a feeling he wasn't finished yet.
"Damon," Elder Elio intoned disapprovingly, "you are aware, just as every soul present are, that any offered gift must be that of quality."
Damon felt himself trembling, but he forced himself to answer. "Y, yes, o, of course, Elder Elio. I," he swallowed thickly, "I made sure the scarf was. It was made from material that meant a lot to me, and... Sleepless nights, I... I worked hard on making it, I did my very best...."
"Your best falls short to sir Trestan's great presence," Elder Elio interrupts sharply, and while he didn't strike him, Damon felt as if it was so. "Your mere presence falls short for permission to be within proximity that of sir Trestan. That said, you are not allowed free will to be within it, unless to offer obedient servitude to him. So long as you remain starless, your bond with him cannot be anything beyond silent respect."
At that note of finality, the Elder conjured up a consuming flame that devoured the package until it was reduced to nothing, as if it never existed.
Damon felt broken down to the core, barely managing to nod his head in respectful acknowledgement before fleeing from the hall. Mouth agape, Trestan could hardly register what just happened. It was the sight of his dear friend's broken expression that snapped him out of his shock.
"Great Elder," Trestan started, his tone almost pleading, "don't I get a say on this? He's a dear friend, and surely, I'd consider anything he offers me as meaningful."
Elder Elio didn't pay heed to the celebrated soul's sentiments, "Enjoy the rest of the evening," he simply said. "if you wish to discuss the matter regarding Damon, you may come into my office."
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"You are at risk of forming an unbreakable bond with Damon."
Trestan widened his eyes. He let the information sink in. The talk of soul bond, leading to becoming soul mates forever after actualization, was something of a myth. He smiled, strangely pleased that he would be able to share it with Damon.
But then, he realized the exact wording of the elder. "Wait, risk?" Trestan frowned, "why are you implying that it's something unwanted?"
"The status of your current destinies are polar opposites to each other," Elder Elio explained, "meaning one of your destinies would be swayed to become compatible with the other, only determined when the souls reached their actualization, and once bonded, at the same time. Regretful to say, there is no deciding which destiny will be achieved at actualization. Were it anyone else, the resulting ramification's level of concern would be just one of the infinity of others. But as your current destiny hold potential, one that may in fact alter history... Well, the elders decided it was something that we must interfere in."
For the first time ever, Trestan openly scowls at the elder. Had it been anyone else, they'd be rightfully punished. But as had been already established, Trestan was a special case.
"What are you trying to say?" He demanded, "I am no longer to have any dealings with Damon?"
"Unless it's that of a servant, yes."
Trestan couldn't believe this. He clenched his fist and shook his head, "I'm sorry," he said. "But I just can't accept that."
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a non-cohesive rambling post about tlj
buckle in boys because what the fuck
also. spoilers. so many spoilers
right so i’ve been reading some posts and mainly it’s all ‘rian johnson u asshole’ and ‘star wars is ruined forever’ BUT i dont think it is?? not completely anyway?
i thought the movie was. good? i mean. coming out of the theater i thought to myself i like this, it’s fine. and it is fine, but not. not it, you know? it had its ups and downs and honestly im surprised it’s getting so much hate, because i actually kind of. liked it? but there was some bullshit, yall
l u k e s k y w a l k e r
my sweet son what did the bad man do to you?? i mean. i. i???
LUKE “THERE IS STILL GOOD IN YOU, I CAN SENSE IT” SKYWALKER TRIED TO KILL HIS OWN NEPHEW???? BECAUSE HE WAS AFRAID OF HIS POWER??? THE LUKE THAT T H R E W AWAY HIS LIGHTSABER IN FRONT OF THE EMPEROR BECAUSE HE //BELIEVED// IN HIS FATHER??? TRIED TO KILL A TEENAGE BOY - HIS FLESH AND BLOOD!!!!! - IN HIS SLEEP??
right, so. i believe that luke is a nuanced character with flaws. and i believe that there have been times when he struggled with his own grasp of light and dark, this being one of these times. but?? trying to murder his nephew???
during the movie i thought that maybe luke looking into ben’s darkness made him fall into his own a little bit? because i just don’t see luke that way. luke always believed in the good in people. he saw the good in vader - v a d e r - who was so far gone he didn’t even believe it himself anymore. and you’re telling me he truly didn’t believe kylo could be saved? or even helped? that he deserved to die, even if he believed this just for a moment?
other than that. i found luke had his good moments in the film as well. using the force to trick kylo, so that the rebellion had time to escape. or the beautiful moment where luke was looking at the sunset, the end of his journey in parallel to the sunset in anh, the beginning of his journey. pure poetry. a+
sitting with yoda and watching the tree burn? turning into a force ghost? threatening to haunt kylo forever?
leia and luke sitting down together? luke kissing leia on the forehead? good shit
but. the scene with luke squeezing milk out of that creatures tits and drinking it savagely. i... that could’ve been avoided. i mean. it did make rey see that she didn’t necessarily find what she had been looking for, but? honestly this movie disrespected my son, luke skywalker, so bad but also. the scene where he wiped nonexistent dust off his shoulder? such a badass move
(”see you around, kid” my soul descended from this astral plane to another, i love u luke)
snoke
what the fuck
what the fuck what kind of bullshit. hes so weak. hes such a bullshit character, honestly. general grievous would’ve eaten him for breakfast and grievous is a pussy bitch. he wouldn’t have survived a day in the clone wars. palpatine would’ve projected his ass into the cold reaches of the galaxy with a mere look. fuck this snoke guy how am i supposed to take him seriously
that dumb speech?? fuck that guy. seeing him die was cathartic but at the same time anticlimactic cuz like?? too easy. -12/10 villian
onto the next point
K Y L O R E N
or should i say, ben solo? who even are you kylo? make up your damn mind
like. you want to be good but you also kinda wanna be the leader of a new fascist government. you kinda love rey but also?? ‘you’re nothing’ MMMMM i think the fuck not boy “but not to me” nice save loser
honestly..... i have such a love hate relationship with kylo. because the way this movie was set up and what r*an did to luke.... u kinda see that he made it so that everyone just knows that.... LUKE FAILED KYLO OK. he truly did. luke was afraid of ben and he could never truly offer him the support that he needed because /fear/ *cue to yoda cackling like a maniac (what the fuck was that all about, also)* drove him to madness, i guess?
but then again kylo also burned everything down right after he collapsed a whole building on his uncle and went on a 10 year long murderous rampage, so? how am i supposed to defend u kylo get it together already
BUT THENNNN, like. this snoke character manipulated him all along? that doesn’t excuse kylo’s actions but ya know. hm. idk. all snoke did was abuse kylo and then he was like “ah my shining beautiful strong apprentice i have always believed in you”. what the fuck. at least be a little intimidating.
honestly kylo should’ve just clocked him in the face with his dumb fucking mask instead of ruining the elevator, what a missed opportunity and waste of resources
kylo ren/rey
honestly. i mean. im not here for or against this ship. because i see both sides of it (like, kylo is a murderous asshole that abused rey and murdered millions, but also - redemption arc? i love a redemption arc bitcc fuck me up)
personally i’m less interested in their ~love bond than i am in their force bond because it’s so fucking epic, my dudes. e p i c
we always had anakin or luke as these two all-powerful people that carried the entire balance of the force by themselves but now we have two people, so completely different and y e t they r two halves of one whole and i love that so much
they’re both incredibly strong. i like that there is both light and dark in both of them. they complete each other. i don’t see their ~relationship happening tbh like we won’t get an anidala level of romance, i just think this force bound destiny thing is an interesting idea
their long distance skype call force connection? loves it, the force is magical
(”you’re not alone” “neither are you” i cannot believe. i cannot believe. “can you cover yourself up” *crickets* i’m dead)
rey’s parentage
mmmm. i keep seeing people complain she isn’t a skywalker. i was 100% sure she was but now i’m kinda glad she isn’t? the force sure loves her tragic desert children
she came from nothing but now she’s the very last jedi, the last hope for the galaxy, and i LOVE THAT.
the rebellion
ok. ok. i am devastated
the rebellion truly did lose so much in this movie. sooo much. i’m crying. what for? was that necessary?
and poe? my son. i love him. general hugs? i cried laughing. my son
but whaaat the fuck was the deal with admiral purple hair? ever heard of communicating like a normal person? like, telling poe what she was planning would’ve saved them sooo much bullshit? but telling poe would’ve cut the movie in half sooo
so many lives were lost because?? felt like really no reason at all, just miscommunication and people - the good guys - fighting each other?? it was sooo unsettling
like. so much of this movie i felt like the characters started out doing one thing and in the middle of the writing process the writers were like mmm no wait let’s go in a completely different direction which has 0 to do with anything at all yes brilliant
but then poe’s speech at the end? the last of the rebellion all together in the falcon? there is hope there is always h o p e
honorary mention
general hugs
i hate him but also kinda. respect him? he’s an asshole but he was ready to shoot kylo ren, he was ready to go
other things i found (REALLY!!) bothersome
the lack of finnrey
the lack of finnpoe
just the mains interacting??
things i really liked
rose!! and her sister!! their backstory was so touching! also, rose is force sensitive and so is finn. don’t fight me on this. did you see the bond between rose and animals? a ~force bond. d o n t fight me.
l e i a - i cried, ugh. this really was her movie
the humor!! this really was a funny movie
the cinematography - some of the shots really were breath taking
i saw a lot of little tidbits alluding to the other sw movies and also other sci fi movies, i liked that
THE KIDS IN THE CITY!!!
THE LITTLE BOY AT THE END!!! HE’S FORCE SENSITIVE!! THE JEDI WILL COME BACK THEY WILL COME BACK THEY ALWAYS COME BACK!! loves it
the Force (leia surviving space? luke projecting himself all the way to a random ass planet? LUKE OPENING HIMSELF UP TO THE FORCE AGAIN? HOW REY IS SO POWERFUL SHE CRACKED OPEN THE ISLAND?? i love. the force loves all of her children and will go to ridiculous lengths to make sure they stay alive)
anway i’ll be screaming about this movie for a month despite all of its flaws have a good night
#the last jedi#the last jedi spoilers#kylo ren#rey#luke skywalker#TALK TO ME#talk to me i have feelings
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I bacha(ta) I can dance better than you ! - Jason Todd x Hispanic!reader
Not even sorry for the bad pun in the title. Ok so I really REALLY HOPE I didn’t mess up this story, because I’d be super mad at myself if I mis-represent said hispanic!reader ! I hope it’s fine, I tried really. ANYWAY IMMA SHUT UP NOW HOPE YOU’LL LIKE IT !! Also, I’m French, and never even learned Spanish in class (I was taught German), so I hope the Spanish things I’ll put in are right :
PS : Reader is from Honduras because another anon’ kindly ask me to write a hispanic!reader from there :-). However I didn’t delve in the Hondura culture THAT much, just a few hint, because I still wanna keep it “broad” enough if that makes sense.
PPS : Someone pointed out Jason actually know how to speak Spanish in the comics and...well, this is an imagine. It’s obviously not canon. I might write another story where he surprises his hispanic s/o because he indeed already speak Spanish fluently though :D. Endless possibilities really.
You can find my masterlist here : @ella-ravenwood-archives
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Jason didn’t even remember, what brought him in the Spanish quarter of Gotham that day, but he blessed whatever guided his feet there every single hours that went by because...Well, he met you.
He was lost in thoughts when he stumbled on a huge gathering of people right there, in the middle of the street. A song was resonating in the entire block (this song : click here to listen to it), and the noises all around him brought him back to reality.
People were cheering, dancing, singing...but it’s you who caught his attention.
Pushing through the crowd to see what everything was about, he saw you. And you were absolutely owning the place.
You were dancing with a man, in rhythm with the music, and Jason was completely subjugated by you and your movements.
There was absolutely no doubt you were the center of this little party, right in the middle of the street...Cars were even waiting patiently, their drivers not daring to honk or anything, just looking at everyone dancing and enjoying life.
If he wasn’t so suddenly hypnotized by you, Jason would have realized you weren’t at all the center of the attention. Hell, no one was. It was just a giant gathering of people being happy. A spontaneous event that someone listening to a song too loudly sprout.
Literally, the owner of a local small convenience store’s favorite song was passing on the radio, and he got so excited he pushed the sound all the way up...And then someone, no one knew who, started dancing, another one joined in...until the entire block turned into a giant dancing floor.
Some danced way better than you, but Jason didn’t even notice them. His attention was fully fixed on you, on every move you made, every step you took, your smile, your (H/C) dancing in the wind...He would never admit it, but he fell in love with you right on the spot.
As suddenly as this dancing party started, it stopped, as the song was getting to an end, and everyone, after a lot of hugs, laughter, cheering and applause, slowly returned to their every day life.
Jason found himself, too stunned to move, on the sidewalk, looking at you getting away...He wanted to run after you, but something was holding him on the spot. He just couldn’t move at all. And his heart started to beat like crazy as he realized he was letting you get away without even trying to talk to you !
Fortunately that day, Destiny was finally kind to him.
-(Y/N) ! HEY (Y/N) WAIT UP !
As you were about to turn the corner of the street and disappear forever, you turned around. (Y/N). So that was your name. So beautiful...it rolled on his tongue perfectly. And oh when you smiled at the guy next to him who was calling you, he felt like he was melting into a puddle.
You crossed the street to join the man who called you. It was the man with whom you were dancing a bit earlier. As you reach for him, he takes your hands and Jason’s heart dropped.
-Ooooh hermosa, were you gonna leave without saying goodbye ?
-I wouldn’t dare Ale', it’s just that I really got to get to work, you made me late Mr. Alejandro Barientos !
-Oh hey, I bet your boss will understand the need to dance no ?
-You know my boss mi amigo, she’s pretty harsh.
-Oh hey, don’t talk about your mama like that. She does everything so you can have a good life.
-I know Ale’, I know. Anyway I really gotta run before her “everything” forces me to work extra hours because I was late ! See ya later Mr. Barientos !
He kisses you on the cheek and you do the same, and in an instant, you’re gone again. Jason cannot stop himself from looking at you as you leave, his heart tightening at each step you take, as you go away...He wants to run after you but, what good could it do ? That Alejandro was obviously your boyfriend, why else would he dance with you like that, and kiss you and...Something catches Jay’s eyes.
It’s “Ale’”. And he's kissing a man. Not on the cheek.
Time seems to suddenly slow down, as Jason’s head moves in between the man he thought was your boyfriend and you. He has to make a decision in this split second, as you’re about to disappear forever around the corner...
Jason Todd doesn’t hesitate, he starts to run after you as fast as he can.
************
About six years ago, the man known as “Red Hood” in the dark alleyways of Gotham, never regretted his decision to run after you that day. And genuinely often thanked every day whatever higher power was out there and guided him to this small hispanic neighborhood, guided him to you.
He ran after you, you turned around, and was taken a bit aback when he asked for your number, breathless after his sprint to catch up with you.
But when he started to get all awkward and embarrassed, rubbing his neck nervously as he realized you must think he was crazy, your heart melted for him. It was so charming. Especially since you were pretty sure that guy, usually, wasn’t shy and awkward at all.
All muscles and leather, square jaw and beautiful black hair with a peculiar single white streak in it...He was so much taller than you at that. You would never admit it, but you fell under his spell quite easily.
You quickly realized that his tough and dangerous look and behavior (when in public) was just a facade. Because he was nothing but sweet and cute with you. Your own personal teddy bear (as again, he was quite taller and larger than you).
In a matter of a few weeks you started dating each others. In a few months it was getting serious and now, six years later, you were about to move in together in what was now Jason’s favorite place in Gotham : the Spanish quarter. And you couldn’t be more happy.
You had to admit, at first, you were afraid of people’s reaction. A woman from one of the poorest and most dangerous neighborhood, a non-white woman, dating Bruce Wayne’s son ? It got on the front page of every newspaper in the city. But not like you thought it would.
You thought people were going to judge you for your origins, for your skin color, for the fact that you were far from rich and was dating the son of the wealthiest man in the city. You were waiting for the unavoidable comments about you being a gold digger, or an emigrant that was just here to steal good and honest americans their jobs (you heard so many such comments in your life, about you and other people from South America and such) etc etc...but it turned out it was the opposite.
Every single newspaper and media outlet praised your relationship, saying it symbolized the first step to a new and unified Gotham. You and Jason were from two totally different world, and it was proof things were changing, which was great news for the infamous Gotham City ! You were stunned at first, but ultimately embrace it.
Yes, you could totally get behind the fact that you were becoming a power couple that was spreading more equality, equity, diversity etc etc. If your story could give hope and motivation to others, it was just great.
Soon, you and Jason became the symbol of Gotham that anything was possible, a as surprising as you thought it was, you inspired many to be like you ! Not the “dating a rich kid” thing, but the “I don’t give a shit about what you think, and I’m proud of what I am” thing !
Jason was thinking about all of that, about how lucky he was to have you...Hell, when he told you, after a year of relationship, that he was Red Hood, you just laughed and said :
-Really ? Caperucita Roja ? Couldn’t you think of a better name mi amor ?
Caperucita Roja ? It took him a little while to understand why you were laughing, as he was assuming “Caperucita Roja” meant “Red Hood” in Spanish...Turned out, it meant “Little Red Riding Hood” and you had just mistranslated “Red Hood” in your language, thinking he was talking about the fairytale character. It was something he loved, when you misunderstood something in English. Because it was just the cutest thing to see your confused face at something he just said, or to hear your laughter as what he said meant something different in your language. He also loved when you’d repeat a word you didn’t understand, with that cute accent of yours, waiting for him to explain...
All of that to say that the fact that he was a rather violent night vigilante didn’t bother you at all. You just told him that you loved him, and you’d accept anything about him...Except cheating.
Oh that was the one thing you couldn’t forgive. You warned him that if he ever cheated on you, you’d cut his cojones without a second thought. It made him laugh, but at the same time, made him realize you could be scary when you wanted.
Yes. Jason was completely absorbed by his thoughts about you and jumped, startled, when you laid a plate full of something that looked absolutely delicious in front of him. You didn’t notice he was lost in his own mind and told him :
-I made us some “carne asada”. It’s a typical Honduran’s dish. It’s not as good as my mama’s, but I think I did a decent job.
-Carne...asada ?
-Heyyy ! Great pronunciation mi amor !
-I’m trying. Hum...se...se ve...se ve deliciosa.
-Delicioso my love.
-Oh right, delicioso. Your language is difficult.
-It is yours that is difficult. I don’t understand so many of your grammar rules and such ! It confuse me sometimes !
-Confuses.
-See !
He smiles tenderly at you as you take a seat in front of him. Curious, he asks :
-So, what is...carne asada ?
-Marinated beef, it marinated in lemon, black pepper, vinegar, sugar and cumin seed...Other stuffs too but those are secret ingredients ! And some toasted tortillas to go with it.
Jason nods and cuts a piece of his meat, bringing it to his mouth. His pupils dilate, and he looks at you in amazement :
-Esquisito !
You can’t help the smile creeping on your face, and you reach to stroke his cheek lovingly. He grabs your hand and kisses your brown skin even more lovingly, making your heart beat wildly.
-You are too nice mi amor.
Your accent, as usual, makes him melt and, bringing another fork full of food to his mouth, he adds :
-I mean it. I really do. Your mama’s carne asada must be amazing if it’s better than yours.
-Oh Jason, you know my mama’s food is the best !
He winks at you, and you just smile, unable to hold inside the happiness you feel right now, with him...His constant attempt at trying to speak Spanish, at trying to get involve in your culture (as he knows it’s important to you), just makes your heart melt.
Little did you know that he was about to completely destroy your heart with joy soon enough...
************
The first thing that made him fall in love with you, was your dance moves. The way you swayed sexily with your dance partner, the smile on your face as you were enjoying yourself...So naturally, he asked for you to teach him.
You decided you’d teach him “bachata”, as it was easier to learn than salsa or other latin america dances. You saw the guy dance a few times before, drunk out of his mind, when you would decide to go out and have some fun and...he definitely had rhythm. But maybe starting with a dance like salsa was a bit too much. No. Bachata was perfect.
The first time you tried to teach him, you both ended up in his bed. He just couldn’t help it, having you so close to him was too much.
The second and third time, he hasn’t been able to control himself either, and to be honest, you didn’t mind at all.
The fourth time, he finally got over it, and focused intently on each steps you were showing him...but your teaching session was interrupted by snickering behind you.
You were at Wayne’s Manor, and of course, OF COURSE his brothers had to walk in on you guys. You didn’t mind much, you loved his brothers.
Dick always made you laugh, Tim always had super cool trivia about everything that you loved (you just love to learn about new things), and though Damian acted like a brat at first, he quickly warmed up to you.
When he tried to convince you that he’d be better for you than his brother, you couldn’t help but melt a bit for the boy, he was just so cute.
You turned him down nicely, saying that he was a bit too young for you, barely ten years old, and that it was too late, you were in love with his idiotic brother...at first Damian was disappointed, but he quickly got over it and just accepted you as his new sister.
it sometimes annoyed Jason highly, how you always kinda defended the boy when they got into arguments, because he was “just too cute and needed love too”..because he knew Damian did it on purpose, just to spite him.
Yes. You loved his brothers. But sometimes, they could act like such kids ! (Well, to be honest two of them were actual kids...but the oldest one, Dick, was also the worst one, the most immature one and he was a grown ass man !). Like right now, mocking their brothers as you were teaching him how to dance.
You swore at them in Spanish, mildly annoyed, and they shut up, surprised by your reaction. When you explained that dancing was important, and that you took at heart to teach their brother to properly dance, they stopped any mockery, and never ever laughed again. On the contrary, they even asked for lessons...Jason threatened them, saying it was a big no no, and the subject was closed forever (though to you they said they just weren’t interested anymore, and not that their brother threatened them...you wouldn’t have liked that and they didn’t want to upset you).
The fifth time you gave Jason a bachata lesson, it’s his father who walked in on you, and he excused himself, thinking he walked in on you making out...You laughed out loud at his reaction, and Jason called him back to explain what was happening. Bruce was impressed, he never thought that anyone could teach his son to dance at other times than when he was drunk.
After this yet again interrupted lessons, you gave him many more, but one day, he completely surprised you...
************
Jason knew he wanted to marry you the day he met you. At the time of course, it was crazy, you were a total stranger dancing in the street, he couldn’t decently ask you to marry him on the spot !
But as the years went by, as your relationship grew serious...the thought never left him. And now, six years later, he knew it was finally time. You moved in together and things were going as great as ever...And so he started to create his great masterplan !
He wanted to recreate how he met you. The sudden public gathering, the people dancing, cheering, laughing...the music bringing everyone together.
And so one day, he took you to the place you met to “meet with his family for some lunch”..Sure enough his family was there, but they were all smiling like idiots, and when the same song that was playing the day you both met started playing, under the gaze of a very confused you, a crowd started to gather around you and Jason, started to clap their hands, to dance and sing...And your boyfriend took you in his arms.
Until then, his bachata moves weren’t perfect, sometimes he was a bit too stiffs for the dance and all...but right there, at that moment, every move he made was on point.
On step on the left with his left foot. His right foot going to his left twice in a row. His hips were swaying in perfect timing with the music. And for the first time since you firs tried to teach him bachata, he was leading you and not vice versa. You were completely amazed.
-Wow, where did you learn to dance like that mi amor ?
-...I asked extra lessons to Alejandro.
-You...really ?
-I wanted to surprise you.
You stared at him for a few minutes, still dancing, his arms around you feeling like they were meant to be there...before a wide smile spreads across your face.
-Oh Jason, you gotta be the best man I ever met. Te amo.
He smiles back and bring you even closer to him, not faltering in his dance steps.
-I love you too. Eres mi vida.
You miss a step and walk on his feet at his words. Of course, he already told you a few times he loved you but...”Eres mi vida” ? “You are my life” ? That was one hell of a declaration. Made even more special by the fact that he said it in your first language.
You keep dancing, until finally the song comes to and end, and you pull away from each others reluctantly. But he doesn’t let go of your hands, and the circle that formed around you two do not break.
You look around you curiously...until Jason goes on his knee. Wow. WOW !
- Quieres...quieres casarte...conmigo ?
He struggles to say, and your heart miss multiple beats. In a small voice, under the expectant gaze of all your friends and family, you say :
-Wh...What ?
-Hum...Did I say it wrong ?
In the crowd, someone yells : “NOPE !”, and Jason shifts on his knee, uncomfortable. Were you going to refuse his proposition ?
-Just to make it clear...this isn’t a joke right ?
You ask, and he smiles widely at you.
-No. Not a joke. (Y/N), I’ve never been that serious in my life...Will you marry me ?
This time, you don’t need him to ask another time, and you jump in his arms, kissing him passionately as he cannot hold the happiness from swarming him.
-Sì, cielo, sì !
“Yes my angel”. Your answer fills Jason with a joy he never thought he could ever feel again after the Joker killed him and he was brought back to life...
Loud cheers are all around you. You can even hear Jason’s father yelling loudly : “THAT’S MY BOY ! HE’S GONNA GET MARRIED !”...But everyone slowly fades away as you pull away from Jay, and, your forehead on his (he holds you in his arms, your feet not touching the ground...damn strong man), whisper another :
-Te amo.
Before pecking his lips softly, and tightening your grips around him.
The next day, every newspaper’s headline were : “Jason Wayne Todd to marry (Y/N) (Y/L/N) this summer”, with a picture of you and him dancing.
Randomly dancing in the street because “your thing” since that day.
Fin.
I’m super stressed about this. Like I hope I didn’t offend anyone in any way ? But I did want to write about more “kind” of readers and...Well I tried. If you don’t like it, don’t hesitate to tell me and I won’t do it again. And maybe it’s too fucking long...EEEEEEEEH.
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Sometimes Rain Falls
A BTS Fanfiction
Type: AU/Alternative Universe
Summary: Sometimes a normal life is a good one to lead; its nice…its easy…
But sometimes, normal isn’t the way that things were meant to be. And when you’re chosen as a possible candidate for one of the kingdom’s 7 princes, life isn’t as nice and easy as you always presumed it to be…especially when you catch the eye of more than one of them…
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Part 7
‘They’re going to try to turn you into one of us.’
Your reflection in the mirror didn’t seem the same as it always had.
There were shadows on your face that hadn’t been there before, a depth to your eyes that made them look sunken, and a tightness to your lips that mimicked the ghost of pain.
It might have been because you’d been sat at the vanity in your room for the past 2 hours, allowing the silence to encase you in stasis, but the more you stared at yourself, taking in the smoothness of your cheek, and the sleek shaping of your troubled brows, you were sure you’d aged, even if just by a few years.
The same sentence had been rolling round and round in your head ever since you’d been brought back to your room, any thought of anything else being completely deserted from your brain as you’d gone over and over what had happened with Taehyung, the conversation…and the commotion of being found…seeming like it was an eternity ago…
…but you knew now….that that was just Namjoon’s will for you to forget about it…
The forest
You stare at him, almost as if you hadn’t heard him properly, but by the terrified flicker of knowing in his eyes, he knew all too well that you understood.
‘I know I shouldn’t tell you like this, but it was the only way- I couldn’t think of how else to word it and you needed to know, I’m so sorry, Y/N-‘
‘Are you messing with me?’ you ask on a breath, your eyes so firmly planted on his that you felt like you were going to bore a hole through his head, his mouth dropping open the slightest bit amidst his own confusion, being the only thing to distract you from the blackness beginning to cloud his gaze.
‘N-…..Y/N….I need you to listen to me…I need you to understand- before they come to find us. This is the only chance I’ve got to save you, now listen! ..I’m not playing around. I’m being serious. …you need to find a way out. … you need to-‘
‘Tae, this doesn’t make any sense. Why should I trust you? Every time I ask you a question, I never get an answer…every time I SEE you, you’re always cold with me, AND what about what happened last night-‘
‘We don’t talk about last night. You’re not meant to know-‘
‘I KNOW, IM NOT MEANT TO KNOW.’ You hiss at him, making him lean back slightly in surprise, ‘but I DO know, and what im asking…is why should I trust you?’
He seems dumbfounded for a moment, before his expression curls into frustration, and just as you think he was going to take it out on you, his hand snaps forward to grab your wrist and you gasp in surprise.
‘Tae-‘
‘Trust me.’ He whispers, giving you a hard look, before he’s done the last thing you thought he would.
Its like the world slows down as he moves toward you, his eyes slowly moving down to your lips, his lids hesitatingly closing, and all you can do is freeze in place as you watch him lean nearer and nearer, until his lips touch yours.
You weren’t prepared for what would happen next.
The images flickered inside your head like a film reel, sound being non-existent at first and so the familiar figures seemed to move through silence. You’re so taken aback by what was happening that what was happening doesn’t compute in your mind at first, but as you look around at the scene before you; the king addressing the Princes, his words inaudible to you, but appearing presidential nonetheless, you realize you must be witnessing some kind of memory. However, its only when you feel Taehyung hold his hand to your neck, solidifying your mouths in a tight embrace, that its almost like the signal is tuned on a television set and you’re able to hear and see everything as crisply and sharply as though you were there.
‘You must choose the Princesses this year after having learnt the trials that have befallen Princes before you. Given that you are the new age of immortals, you lead the way for the conversion, and convergence, with the humans. …you cannot fail before succeeding. This is the only rule you must swear to me that you will not break.’
You stare at the King out of a body that you could already feel wasn’t yours, the sensation of wearing a giant coat, or a character costume at a fayre taking over you as you look down and see hands that were so much bigger than your own, and you see yourself wearing a suit worth more than 100x as much as the most expensive outfit you’d ever worn back home.
‘You all have a week. Choose wisely. …You know the tells of the ones that are most easily susceptible, you know how to approach the change. If you run into trouble, you inform one another immediately…do not break the oath that you have sworn, unless you wish to suffer death at the hands of me.’
‘I have been waiting 20 years for this…I have trained you myself…I do not expect you to let me down. …you must all succeed.’
Tremors roll through you as a roar resonates around the giant hall you and the Princes around you were gathered in, your mind taking a moment to realize that the sound of shouting was coming from the soldiers lining the sides of the room, which joins together with the Princes cheers as some of them grin at each other, a few of them with stoic, battle-ready faces.
By this point you’d already confirmed in your mind that you were watching some kind of vision, or memory, of Taehyung’s the slight differences in the faces of the Princes revealing a minor youth-ish difference compared to how many of them appeared to you in the present, and after what you’d just heard the King say, you observe that it must have been before the choosing ceremony.
‘Hyung, aren’t you excited? Its finally happening, we’re getting our Princesses!’
You turn to your right to see Jungkook grinning at you excitedly, before he leaps forward to grab onto Jin’s shoulders in his excitement, the move making the older boy turn around with a glorious smile on his face, the others around him other than Namjoon and Hoseok having the same expressions painting their features.
It was odd the way that in yourself you could feel a simple curiosity at the situation, but it was almost like a coolness crept over your skin as you stood there observing everything, the feeling conveying a fear and a dislike for what was happening, and its only when it seems to grow into yourself, that you realize it must have been what Taehyung was feeling at that moment.
‘Remember its not a choice, Taehyung. This will happen whether you want it to or not. You need to embrace this destiny, it’s the only one you’ve got.’ Murmurs Namjoon as he comes to stand beside you, his gaze sincere as you turn to look at him, and for a second you see his irises flash purple almost in recognition, his eyebrows angling down in suspicion sending a jolt of fear through you where you think he might have recognized you staring out of Taehyung’s body, before you’re pulled from the moment, with the last image you see being of Hoseok staring at his feet, expression unreadable.
For a millisecond, you’re aware of Taehyung’s mouth manipulating your own, his lips moving slowly, yet dominantly against yours, and the will to pull away begins to decrease. But its just as the picture of Hoseok from before enters your mind once again and you go to push Taehyung away, that you’re pulled back into another memory, this time, one much darker, and much more fear-inducing than the last.
‘TaeTae! I’ve been looking for you! What are you doing out here?’
You feel ice twist down your spine at the sight of the water fountain before you, the sound of a girls voice making you turn to see Taehyung’s princess skipping towards you, and for a moment you want to lunge at her and hug her, so relieved to see her alive…but then you remember that this was just a memory, and you force yourself to simply watch the events unfold.
‘I was waiting for you.’ You hear yourself say in Taehyung’s voice, the uneasiness brought on by the moment ebbing away a little when he embraces her warmly, gazing down at her smile with one of his own that you could feel pulling at his lips.
‘But you didn’t tell me you’d be out here-‘
‘But I knew you’d come.’
You smile at the cheesiness of the line, forgetting the intention behind seeing what you were witnessing and enjoying how warm and loving the two were being, feeling slightly embarrassed when Taehyung kisses his Princess in such a way that you would kiss Hoseok, before realizing that in that moment you were technically kissing Taehyung, the thought quickly being pushed from your mind out of embarrassment.
‘So…why are you out here?’ the princess asks, her gaze slightly spaced out after the kiss, and you smile at the beauty of the moment, the sound of the string quartet playing inside gently reaching your ears, and the murmuring of voices making you feel warm and whole…
…and then you spot Namjoon stood in the shadows at the edge of the garden watching you.
‘No.’
At first you think you were the one who’d whispered it, the fear of seeing Namjoon and the imagined events that you’d conjured up in your head after seeing him by the fountain that same night from your window making you fear for the girl before you. But when you realize that it was Taehyung who had spoken, and that your fear was actually his fear, you begin to pay close attention to what was happening, feeling your heart begin to race as Namjoon walks closer.
‘I don’t want to do it, yet.’ Taehyung suddenly shouts, his grip on the Princess becoming tighter, and you feel fear fill you as Namjoon stalks forward, coming to within 2 feet of the Princess and grabbing her before Taehyung could stop him.
‘It has to be now. You have to convert her. Otherwise I will.’ Namjoon growls, his voice sounding out of sorts, but you realize that that must be because of whatever change he goes through to make his eyes change colour as you look up to see his gaze glowing purple.
‘I don’t want to! This isn’t what I want!’ You shout, or rather, Taehyung shouts, the rawness of his emotions coming through in the pain in his voice, and you feel your eyes water with tears at the overwhelming fear running through him, continuing to watch as Namjoon appears to work some kind of trance on the Princess, having turned her head to force her to look him in the eye, before pulling her back against his chest and grasping her throat in a single hand.
‘Taehyung, do it! You have to turn her into one of us- before Father finds out. DO IT!’
Namjoon’s shout has you trembling in Taehyung’s skin, the way you/he raises his hand to wipe his cheek indicating that he was crying, and you want to do everything you can to stop what was happening, but being trapped in the body suit of Taehyung forced you to only be able to observe the events playing out before you.
‘Hyung, not yet! I’m not ready!’ Taehyung shouts, making to lunge forward to pull the Princess away, but just before he moves you watch as Namjoon growls at his refusal, his grip on the girls neck tightening, and you try to scream as you watch fangs elongate from the front of his gums, an animalistic roar leaving him as he brings her neck to his mouth-
‘STOP! …STOP! STOP!!... stop!...’
You’re forced out of the moment by your own cries, physically pushing against Taehyung and forcing yourself backwards as you weep, your whole body refusing the slowly dissipating images flashing behind your eyelids as you shiver, meaning you don’t even notice when Taehyung creeps towards you and pulls you into him, his breaths above you being shallow indicating that he was crying too.
‘I’m sorry I had to show you that, Y/N…but it was the only way you were going to believe me- it was the only way-‘
‘I’m sorry. I’m sorry about your Princess…and im sorry I didn’t believe you…’
He remains quiet for a moment as you pull yourself together, forcing yourself to push the images to the back of your mind as you angrily rub the tears from your eyes before realizing you were clutched to his chest, and reluctantly sitting up to gather yourself properly, glancing at him briefly to see his eyes completely consumed by black... and for a moment you feel fear...
However, after a few seconds calm enters you, the memory’s you’d just witnessed and the questions you had being pushed from your thoughts as curiosity overtakes the fear and you turn to face him properly, kneeling between his legs where you’d been sat and slowly reaching your hand up to his face, giving him plenty of time to move away, before you timidly touch your fingertips to the skin under his eyes. You’re not aware of your mouth opening slightly in your concentration, and you’re barely aware of him watching you as you stare at the way the blackness that had been receding before you’d knelt before him, began to take over once more at your touch.
‘Why does it happen?...I thought it was something you controlled, or when you change into…whatever it is you change into…but im not so sure anymore.’ You murmur, continuing to inspect his irises, gasping when his fingers suddenly loop around your wrist gently, and he leans closer to you.
‘You’re right about the changing part…when we use the powers we were born with, like Namjoons memory manipulation thing, or Yoongi being able to drain the energy from you… it’s a reflex reaction, almost an indicator that we’re using them…but….’
You sit in silence for a minute absorbing everything he’d said and realizing that you had been right about Namjoon having something to do with making you forget all along. Its only as you slowly pull yourself out of the trance of your curiosity and go back to focusing on his gaze properly, biting your lip and frowning slightly as you see the blackness rescind with the retraction of your hand, that you realize he hadn’t finished his sentence.
‘But?’
‘It also happens when we’re….when we’re passionate about something.’ He mutters, his voice growing quieter toward the end of his explanation, and you feel your brain suddenly begin to work double time, your heart racing a little faster in your chest with his implication of ‘passion’.
‘Do you mean-‘
‘TAEHYUNG!’
You snap your head up to look over Taehyung’s shoulder, your words dying on your tongue as you see Namjoon riding towards you on a huge grey stallion, the animal easily being 19 hands even from a distance, but it wasn’t the horse that scared you the most.
‘GET AWAY FROM HER!’ Namjoon roars, as he storms toward you both, face darker than the night sky, and you watch as he throws his leg over the horse and jumps from it as he pulls it to a stop, not slowing as he approaches you both. The moment matches so vividly with the memory that Taehyung had showed you, that you cower behind him as the two of you scramble to your feet, Taehyung’s expression dark and edged with fear.
‘Get away from her…now.’ Namjoon growls again, continuing to move toward you, but slowing to a sudden stop a few feet away, his gaze fixed on Taehyungs, which you’re unable to see, but flashing briefly to you in an ironic imitation of worry.
‘The others are on their way. You cant fight us all.’ Namjoon murmurs to Taehyung, his statement being backed up by the distant whinnying of horses accompanied by the gradually increasing sound of hooves across the compacted forest path, the roar of Taehyung’s name in Hoseok’s voice making your heart beat double time as your gaze flits through the trees, your want to see him battling with the knowledge you now held— although having not seen Hoseok’s face contort in the same way as Namjoons had in the memory, made you much more inclined to still need him.
‘She knows. Its too late.’ Taehyung retorts, his voice coming out slightly rattled, and you see Namjoon in your peripheral vision narrow his eyes slightly in a frown, but you’re not paying enough attention to understand the reason, as at that moment 3 horses come into sight a little way back, Hoseok leading the pack making the air get stuck in your throat as you watch him gallop towards you, his posture making him look ready for war.
‘IM GOING TO KILL YOU. YOU BASTARD.’ He shouts, seeming to leap from his horse once he makes it to the small clearing you were all gathered in, making to dart towards you, but being stopped by Namjoon throwing a hand out to the side, his palm making contact with Hoseok’s chest.
‘Jin?’ Namjoon calls, the question making you confused, despite the way your gaze was flitting between the three men closest to you, not even registering Jin and Jungkook climbing from their horses behind him.
‘Here.’ The eldest Prince responds, appearing simultaneously with the word beside Namjoon and you widen your eyes as you hear Taehyung shout ‘No!’, before collapsing to the floor, appearing to be in pain, the sight automatically making you want to help, but you’re stopped from doing so as Hoseok suddenly grabs you and pulls you into him.
‘Im going to kill him. God. If he would have- I swear I will kill him. If he would have done anything to you, Jagi-‘
‘Stop. Hobi. We have to help him!’ you say, trying to push against his chest to get to Taehyung, but the cage of his arms stops you from doing so, and you have to look up at him to see the sternness in his eyes, and the unarguable line his lips had formed, as he regards Taehyung. You follow his gaze to see his brother writhing on the floor, the sight making you fight harder for a moment, before you see his eyes lock onto yours and flash black, and suddenly Namjoon is before you and you instinctively scream.
Your vision begins to cloud white instantaneously as soon as you realize you’d somehow moved to stand before him, but at that point its too late to do anything as you feel yourself slowly falling into nothingness.
The knock at your door startles you out of your thoughts, the way you slowly turn your head to look over at it showing it slowly opening to reveal Hoseok entering the room looking at his feet, as though he was sad or morose, the gloomy look on him making your heart beat sadly, but you make no move to get up and greet him, too caught up in yourself to even contemplate doing so.
‘Are you okay? I thought you would have been sleeping.’ Is the first thing he says when he spots you at the vanity, closing the door softly before walking slowly over to you, his hesitation obviously being brought on from being caught off guard by your consciousness-- although you couldn’t help but think it might be a consequence of him being unsure about not knowing whether you still remembered what had happened.
‘I’ve been sleeping too much lately.’ You murmur as your only response, not meaning for the bitterness to creep into your voice whilst conversing with him, but not being able to help it as you think back to how he hadn’t done anything to help his brother after the others had attacked.
‘May I sit?’ he asks quietly once he comes to stand beside you, gesturing to the empty space next to you on the vanity bench and without thought you nod, knowing you should greet him with a kiss, but simply feeling so drowned in confusion that even when his hand gently reaches out to lay on one of yours in your lap, you flinch away, being startled by the feeling before you realize it was him.
You take a deep breath, dragging air into your lungs as you timidly move your hand back to cradle his, hating the way his fingers take a moment to curl around yours, after your initial reaction to him, before he speaks up.
‘Jagi…is everything okay?’ he asks timidly, bringing his other hand over to hold both of yours and seeming to relax when you don’t flinch again, his face coming into your line of sight as he bows his head to look at you making you look up at him properly as you nod weakly.
‘Yeah. I’m-...everythings fine….I just-‘
Its as you’re trying to find an excuse for why you weren’t quite your normal self that you look directly at him and you see his irises lined with white, the shade milking over the edges of his usual warm brown orbs and making you still as you watch it almost whisp around his gaze as he looks back at you.
‘Y/N?’
‘Tell me.’
He doesn’t react to your request straight away, or at least he doesn’t outwardly appear to, and you even find yourself being slightly surprised by the words that had fallen from your mouth. But as you watch him, his face stoic yet soft as he gazes back at you, and his hands clutching yours warmly and securely, you begin to think he was just stalling to think of what to say.
‘Jagi, I-…’
The way he struggles to hold onto his control is evident in his expression, his fixed features slowly contorting with frustration and desperation, indicating that he knew exactly what you were referring to, and you’re so determined to get your answers, that you simply lean closer to him, pulling your hand from his to touch it to his cheek to make him look at you where he’d begun to turn away.
‘Hobi, please…I need to know.’ You whisper, feeling your hand tremble against his cheek, but ignoring it in favor of watching his expression, the way his eyes flicker unsurely up to yours making you think he might be about to tell you everything and you nod slowly at him, trying to be encouraging.
‘I cant, Jagi…I cant. You’re not meant to know...not until its time.’ He whispers, his voice beginning strong, but breaking on the repeat of his words, a gleam entering his eyes making it look like he was fighting to hold back tears, and you quickly lean in to touch your lips to his, hating that you were using dirty tactics in an attempt to get him to tell you what he knew, but being so desperate at that point, that you were ready to do anything.
However, when you feel him release a shaky breath against your lips as he pulls back, and you see a tear roll down his cheek, descending from the determined gaze of his eyes, you begin to think you weren’t ready for what was about to come.
‘Please, Hobi...’ you whisper.
…and then he moves his hands to either side of your head, cradling your face as he pulls your forehead forward to touch his.
And the moment you see his eyes get swallowed by whiteness…you realize you were wrong.
‘I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.’
(T.B.C)
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Incarnate Jazz + some intense beats
(...my attempt at being clever failed here.) MORE INCARNATE JAZZ~ With growing tension and intensity cuz Madji cant frickin calm down for even a second.
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It was with the swiftest of turns that Noah managed to deflect a tendril aimed for his face, and a second directed at his chest was caught around his wrist before he burned it away with light magic.
Madji Qadir had shoved down the door of the Game Shop, shattering any glass and frightening away the few customers that were there before closing. Noah stood his ground, glad that at least he was the only “worker” present in the shop for the time being.
Noah glared at Madji, who returned his gaze with a loathing glare of his own.
“Such an impudent brat...!” Madji’s tendrils were keeping him hoisted in the air, body hanging rather limply while his head tilted to one side. “Where is Horus, Ma’at?”
“If you don’t know, then I’m not telling you.” Noah shot back, and within a second, shifted to release his power, wings spreading out and a sheen of light coating his body. “Now get lost.”
“Set doesn’t like lying, Ma’at...!” Madji growled, “Not if it’s from anyone but himself...!”
He shot another two tendrils at Noanour, the latter deflecting them after quickly summoning out his staff.
“Not lying, believe it or not.” Noanour replied in a snap, before his eyes narrowed. “Don’t know how I feel about that being your one moral hill to die on, though.”
Madji lunged closer, firing several tendrils at once and effectively cornering Noanour against the floor, the latter holding back a few with his staff while the others pinned his robes and wings to the floor.
“Enough of this...!” Madji snarled, readying two thicker tendrils, “Set tires of your interfering...! Your powers and barriers have meddled one too many times in Set’s plans...! If you really want to be a protector for Horus, then you shall DIE for him, just as Osiris!”
A blast of light struck Madji’s face from the Rod of Noanour’s staff, and with a well-placed kick to the jaw, Noanour hefted himself free from the tendrils, crouched on the counter top to glare at Madji.
“More like being murdered like Osiris, and if you really want that to be what you’re well-known for, I’ll have to burst your bubble.” He formed the Eye of Wdjat with his hands, eyes glowing white. “Force of Justice!”
The light made direct contact with Madji, and he yelled out from the burning effect it caused as it shoved him to the ground, destroying the tendrils - but he still managed to get back on his feet, summoning out a few more tendrils.
And Noanour huffed and remained crouched after firing the blast, heaving to catch a second wind.
Madji chuckled. “Feeling tired, Ma’at...?!”
“In your dreams!” Noanour flinched and fired off a couple blasts of light at tendrils.
Madji was able to weave around the blasts this time, and he chuckled as he sped over. “Weak, weak, weak--!”
He shoved Noanour against the back wall with a couple tendrils, and then whipped around to throw him out the front windows of the shop.
Noanour slid across the asphalt of the street, groaning, but then hurried to get to a knee as he glared at Madji.
“Extending your barriers for so long has drained you, Ma’at...!” Madji chuckled, moving out of the shop, hefting himself up higher off the ground. “You should have left well enough alone when Bast entered your territory!”
“Believe me, I want her gone...” Noanour grumbled, but glared back as he stood back up. “I would much rather go back to my normal life. But you had to make this personal, pal! And I don’t let anyone mess with my family!”
“Family...” Madji grumbled, and the area around his eyes darkened, as if his eyes were sinking deeper into his skull. “We are gods, Ma’at...! We are different from man...! We are more powerful...! Immortal...! Surely you know we are not normal by any stretch of mortal imagination!”
With that, Noanour couldn’t argue, only offering a small “Tch!” of dismissal, remaining ready to attack.
“Take you, for example...” Madji lowered himself enough to give him a crooked grin, “You claim to have family, to have a normal life, and yet you parade around as this Key to Light, and for what? To protect citizens who have no idea of what you do for them! All they see you as is a pretty face and a business man! Now tell me: what do you fight for?”
“You really don’t get what being a hero means, do you...?” Noanour drawled, before he aimed a tired glare at Madji. “That is normal for me. Being able to follow my passion, all while keeping people safe from freaks like you? I have a way better life than I did twenty years ago! Twenty years ago, I didn’t have a choice of who I could be!--I was forced to be a weapon, to be something evil and hurt the very people I call family. The minute I had free will again? You bet your ass I didn’t want to go back to that life! If I can choose what I want to do with this power, who I am as a person, then I knew immediately what my choice was!”
Noanour readied his staff, glaring at Madji. “I choose to use this power for good. I choose to be a good person. And I choose to protect anyone who comes to me seeking aid from monsters like you!”
For a time, it was quiet.
Madji stared at Noanour, grin having faded to a look of disapproval and annoyance. He gave him a glare, before heaving a bored sigh.
“Set simply cannot understand,” He muttered, aiming a glare, “How a being with so infinite of power could choose to waste it on the protection of mere mortals.”
“It’s not a waste if it satisfies the soul,” Noanour argued, eyes narrowing, “Tell me, Madji: do you feel satisfied doing this?”
Madji actually flinched, silent briefly, before flying into a rage - shooting several tendrils at Noanour - “SHUT UP!”
The abruptness threw Noanour, and he only managed to block one tendril, the other few hitting his shoulders and middle and shoving him against the asphalt, sending him several feet back against the ground before coming to a stop.
“Do not pretend to know Set...!” Madji snarled, coming up over Noanour and shoving the latter’s staff away. “You try carrying a presence that wards off everyone you come in contact with, causing the worst luck to befall those who cross your path, like a black cat!” His eyes narrow, “You claim to know hardship...! You do not know the meaning...!”
“I-I worked hard to get where I’m at now...!” Noanour got out, shoulders burning while he glared at Madji. “You can’t fight who you are, but you can change who you’re meant to be...! There are better things for you than this...! You want to kill an infant, does that feel right to you...?!”
Madji was breathing heavily, glaring down at Noanour, at a loss for words and furious about it.
Noanour’s eyes narrowed, gripping his staff tighter. “...I think I’m starting to understand. You have the power of chaos and disorder. You cause bad luck - you emit an aura of repulsion...because you think there’s not anything else to do with that power. You think going the same route as Set in ancient times is your only destiny.”
Removing his light-based mask, Noanour gave Madji a stern glare. “Madji...I was destined to be a weapon. Nothingness. Just a tool for a demon to hurt other people. That was what every part of my being had been made for. I choose to fight it. You can fight this darker power you think you have. Horus isn’t meant to limit your power - he’s meant to balance it.”
Madji flinched, backing away just slightly, but still kept Noanour held to the ground. The latter’s shoulder and middle wounds were starting to bleed. Although his eyes darkened, a tremble in his form, Madji brought his shoulders back, a bit of swagger returning to his stance.
“You think this isn’t something I’ve tried to fight?” Madji questioned in a low growl. “You think I haven’t tried having a better life than this for myself?”
Abruptly, he drew Noanour up - and slammed him back into the asphalt, drawing out a yell from him.
“This is the only way!” Madji shouted, hands clenching into fists as he drew out more tendrils. “This is the only way I can rid myself of this destiny! By removing the incarnates, by removing what Set had been targeting from the start. If I can kill Horus, that undying darkness from the past will die at last.”
He drew up a tendril, sharpening. “But I will still start with you.”
And then, a blur of gold and black leapt with a roar, shoving Madji off Noanour and biting at several tendrils.
As soon as he could get up, Noanour moved to his knees, groaning from the pain in his shoulders and gut; though the wounds were shallow, they were deep enough to bleed out to some degree.
Once Madji had been fended off enough to make some distance, Atem jumped back over to Noanour, circling him before standing between him and Madji in projection.
“Are you okay--?” He questioned without looking, ears flat against his furred head.
Noanour huffed, sighing as he nodded. “Y-Yeah, I’m all right...I-I tried, ‘Tem - he’s not havin’ it with me...”
Atem’s golden eyes narrowed, watching carefully as Madji recovered. “...I know. I heard. You tried, Noah. You gave him a chance. It’s his fault that he didn’t take it. Now, we need to make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone else.”
Noanour sighed, for a moment discouraged and saddened. Taking a deep breath, he got back to his feet, and replaced his mask from earlier as he righted himself.
“Right.”
#For the record - this is how i feel every time i encounter someone who doesnt believe in forgiveness#youre just making life harder for yourself.#but anyway - TO BE CONTINUED!!#key to light#incarnate jazz#noah mutou#ygo#ygo ad#yugioh#pg 13 for violence#btpyami#bee thoughts#bee writes#long post
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