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milliedazzledust · 3 years

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In Loving Memory (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request: @missroro the reader is steve twin and she married to bucky after the blip, she had enough of the 'new captain america' thing shes really mad, so when walker and his friend start talking about joining forces she snap like she pull out a gun and pointing right at them, also sam ofc dont forget about sam. Sam trying to stop her while bucky "nah let her do her fun"

Words: 2021

Warning: !!TFATWS SPOILER!! without context - violence

A/N: wrote this today, it basically follows the events of ep3 of fatws but without context. I have a couple of exams this week so I won't be able to post until next saturday. Until then, enjoy

"You shouldn’t have gave him the shield"

Sam frowned, turning back to look at Bucky.

"I didn’t gave him the shield" He defended himself, making a point.

"Well, Steve definitely didn’t" Y/N ironically answered back.

He gave her a pointed stare. They had had this conversation countless times and Y/N never missed a chance to remind him of what she thought was a huge mistake.

"You are the reason this is happening, Sam. You chose to take on my brother’s legacy and threw it out the window"

The man didn’t reply and pursed his lips. He knew she didn’t mean any of her harsh words, she was angry and still mourning. If taking it out on him could make her feel better, he would let her.

"Y/N, stop" Bucky took a step toward his wife, clasping her hand in his metal one. He had hoped the physical contact would be enough to calm her down.

"He abandoned me, Sam" She continued, her voice filled with emotions. "He was gone and all I had left was memories. I chose this life for him, I fought with him, I believed in everything he represented. I looked up to him, to Captain America. And today, even those memories are gone, taken by the same government you and I were up against, mocked by clowns pretending to be heroes, all because you gave up"

The Falcon closed his eyes and dropped his head. She couldn’t see his point of view, or share his opinions when her judgment was clouded by so much pain. He wished she could understand the dilemma, the duality that represented the shield for him.

"Y/N, please, that’s enough" Bucky whispered next to her ear.

She turned her head toward him and as usual, his heart broke when he saw the torment in her eyes. She didn’t need to speak, she was an open book to him. They both had lost so much and yet were all each other had left. They were collateral damage, their own team against a world that wasn’t theirs anymore. She silently nodded, assuring him she was fine. Sam watched Bucky kissing her forehead and he furrowed his brow. He would never admit it but he was glad they had each other, because no one could carry that much pain alone without crumbling apart.

Before any of them could add anything, soldiers in blue and red erupted in the room, bursting through the door of the apartment where they were hiding in Latvia. Bucky instinctively grabbed Y/N and forced her body to move behind his. The two man stood in front of them, tall and proud, a smug smile on their lips.

"Alright, that’s it, your time is up" The man calling himself Captain America announced, the shield in one hand, the other pointing at the three avengers. "Tell me where Zemo is"

"We know you’re hiding him" His sidekick added.

"I’m ordering you to turn him over"

Sam eyed them up and down.

"Let’s be clear, the only thing you’re running here is your mouth" The Falcon firmly replied, crossing his arms.

"I gave you a chance to work with us" He mentioned.

" ‘For us’ is the correct way to put it, tough guy. And we said no." Y/N reminded him, her face showing how much she was annoyed.

"You’re obviously in over your head so I suggest you turn back and go" Sam argued.

"You really want this conversation to go there ?" The hero threatened.

Bucky straightened up when he felt Y/N tensing. He knew she was already on the verge of snapping. One wrong word from the man she hated and this could go down to hell.

"Should I put down the shield ?" He continued to challenge Sam. "Make it fair?"

The woman groaned and when John Walker dropped his weapon, without a second thought, she grabbed the nearest knife and threw it right at his face. The man had barely enough time to move back and his eyes rose in surprise when the blade stuck itself into the wall with force.

"Sorry, it slipped" She ironically explained, shrugging.

"You don’t want to play this game with me" He tried to intimidate her, tilting his head to the side.

She smiled, pleased he was giving her the opportunity to smack his face. Bucky clenched his fists when he saw her walking in front of Walker. Without tearing her eyes away from his, she seized her knife and pulled it out of the wall with a sharp movement.

"I think someone should teach you a lesson, Walker" She told him in a low tone.

"Are you offering ?" He challenged her.

"Don’t tempt me"

"You’re lucky you’re his sister" He grinned. "But don’t push it. This Captain America is not as lenient as the previous was"

Bucky swore under his breath. It was too late now. And just as Sam looked at him with concern, Y/N threw her fist in a curved punch at the soldier. He used his forearm to counter the blow, but she was faster and had far more experience. Using the momentum, her foot rose up and kicked him in the face. The man was thrown back, shaking his head in confusion.

"We should do something" Sam advised the former assassin.

"No. Let her have her fun" He crossed his arms, harboring a small smirk.

The soldier tried to hit her back, but even when he took the shield she blocked his attack. His sidekick soon joined the fight and distracted her for a second, just enough time for Walker to punch her. Immediately, she felt the taste of blood in her mouth, but no pain. She was passed that, far too pissed to feel anything.

Another blow on her chest send her to the ground and Hoskins hold her down while his friend was about to hit her with her brother’s shield. He raised it in the air, with every intention of beating her, but a strong metal hand stopped him in his movement. A very infuriated Bucky stood before him, his blue eyes darkening with anger. He firmly took the weapon, knocked Hoskins out with it and threw it across the room.

"If you wanted to make it fair, you shouldn’t have chosen to hit my wife" His tone was terrifying.

Walker didn’t seem as confident anymore. Bucky looked imposing, brute force ready to strike. His metal arm clenched in a fist and, without warning, it collided with the soldier’s jaw, sending him a few feet away. He strode to the man on the ground and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform

"This is all easy for you, isn’t it ?" Walker spoke with venom, staring at Bucky. "All that serum running through your veins"

With a swift movement, Y/N took the shield and launched it with power right on the soldier’s chest. The blow was so violent his body crashed into a door before landing on the floor. She was furious by his statement and he could see it with every step she made toward him. She grabbed the gun attached to her thigh and pointed it at his face.

"Lesson number one: learn when to shut up. Especially when you don't know what you're talking about" She was fuming but had not intention on killing the man, despite the sheer desire to do so.

She didn’t realize Sam was next to her until she saw his hand lowering her gun.

"This isn’t what Steve would want." He calmly expressed. "Remember, there’s always another way"

Her lips quivered and she closed her eyes, remembering how many times her brother had told her that. She let him take the weapon and looked up at him. The conviction and kindness in his stare were enough. He didn’t have to say anything. Every words she needed to hear, he spoke them in silence.

She turned back to Bucky and he cupped her face, inspecting the bruise on her skin. He seemed ready to go back and beat the man down. Y/N softly smiled and clasped her hands around his wrists. He stroke her cheek and pulled her toward him before carefully kissing her lips.

"Good ?" He asked in a soft voice he only used with her.

"Good"

It was something between them, a single word they spoke every time they fought. Wherever they were, whomever they were up against, if one of them asked, the other had to answer. It was their intimate way to always know they were alright.

Later that day, Sam and Bucky had decided to go talk to the leader of the Flag Smasher, Karli Morgenthau, while Y/N had been charged to follow Walker and Hoskins. As soon as she had seen they were going after the young super soldier, she had warned her friends about the danger. She knew enough about the new Captain to guess he had no intention on arresting Karli. He wanted to make justice himself. She pitied his sidekick. He seemed like a decent man with good ideas struggling to find virtue on the wrong side of the battle. He was Walker’s collateral damage.

She wondered what Steve would think of all that if he could see them fighting both super soldiers and Captain America. He never cared for the star and stripes, never used his shield to harm. His heart was with the people he defended. Even when it had been against Tony, he pursued what he believed was best. Was that what Walker was trying to do ? She couldn’t know. But she was sure of one thing, the man had nothing in common with Steve. Pride, ego and selfishness were never traits anyone would have used to describe her brother. She couldn’t bear for him to be replaced, especially to a man that didn’t share his morals or any of his opinions. The shield he was carrying wasn’t just a weapon, it was her brother’s symbol of hope, a symbol he had fought so hard to forge. The man made the uniform, not the other way around. That’s what Walker didn’t get. Up until that point, people had not been following Captain America, they had been following Steve Rogers.

Standing in that public square, she didn’t realize she was crying until she felt Bucky entwined his fingers with hers. She couldn’t avert her eyes from the horrific scenery. Powerlessly, she watched a man she didn’t know being executed. His opponent was merciless, striking with determination and rage, using the only piece of memory she had left of her brother to bring terror and death. Frozen on the spot in the middle of the crowd, she could see the fear in all those strangers eyes and it felt like grief coming in waves, a shard in her guts that would never leave. It felt like this particular moment was choking the breath out of her body, short circuiting her mind. What was whole once completely shattered and she couldn’t find the strength to be angry anymore. All her brother had built had fallen apart in the split of a second and all the world had left was a bloodied image of his symbol of hope. A symbol that was no more.

“Sam...” She called him, almost like a scared child.

“I know...”

Both men looked worried. Y/N felt Bucky’s hand trembling and she squeezed him harder. She could easily guess how he felt. Steve had saved both of them, he had gave them a purpose, had allowed the former assassin to be more than the weapon Hydra had made of him. Pieces by pieces, he had brought their family back together. And as they both stood there, witnessing the horrifying end of his legacy, Bucky realized everything his bestfriend had fought for was turning into dust.

"I’m sorry" Y/N whispered to Sam. "But there’s no other way now"

Her husband dropped his head, trying to regain a sense of control over his emotions. Wordlessly agreeing with her, he turned to their friend.

“He has to be stopped”

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freezaprime · 2 years

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FAR FROM HOME PART 6(FRIEZA X READER)

*Warning: this story contains adult situations and human trafficking scenarios. Reader’s discretion is advise*

Despite that hot intercourse leaving you a tad bit wobbly, You and Frieza ran towards the pod room after you got dressed. You’ve never seen the tyrant look concerned like this before except for the first time he met you. And above all he had a son that you never knew about. Then again he must have a reason why he didn’t talk about his child. Whatever the reason you were about to find out soon enough as you both entered the room to see a few soldiers and a smaller version of Frieza standing there.

“Kuriza.” Frieza spoke while composing himself crossing his arms behind his back.

Kuriza looked at Frieza before running up to him. “Father!”

Frieza held out his right hand gesturing for his son to stop in front of him.

Kuriza obeyed the silent order and stopped.

“Now Kuriza, explain what happened.” Frieza said folding his arm behind his back again.

“We were getting several reports of other outposts being attacked by a single person. This individual was described as being very large and extremely violent. Never stopped killing anyone at each outpost.” Explained Kuriza.

“And the one you were at was attacked as well?”

The boy nodded. “Yes, father. I saw him desecrating your portrait by urinating on it.”

Frieza stiffened at this. “He what?!”

“Don’t worry I punished him by taking one of his eyes out.” Kuriza quickly added.

The tyrant beams a slight smile. “That’s my boy. But why did you come here?”

“He was relentless and tried to kill me but Baja retaliated and brought me to the pod room to get me away from the intruder.” Hesitating Kuriza lowered his eyes at the next thing he said. “She gave up her life as she did so.”

Frieza was silent for a minute. “What else did this intruder look like?”

“He had dark dreadlocks and emerald eyes or eye now. There were lots of scars on him as well.” Kuriza said.

“Another Viagrin?” You asked Frieza who nodded while grimacing.“You know him don’t you.”

Frieza’s red eyes looks directly at you. “General Hooker. Brother to the late king of the Viagrins and the strongest fighter ever produced. It would be in your best interest to stay out of his sight. He’s well prone to violence against his enemies regardless of gender. And you do not want to know what he does to the women he breeds with.”

“He mentioned that you killed someone close to him. I can assume he’s out for vengeance against you father.” Kuriza said.

“Your assumption is correct, my son. That someone was his elder brother, the late king of the Viagrins.” Frieza nods.

“And you killed him when he went against you for destroying Planet Vegeta along with the Saiyan population.” You added remembering one of the conversations you had with him about the Viagrin’s history.

Frieza let out a slight chuckle. “Yes I did. Though it’s quite cute that Hooker thinks he can take on little old me when he’s the one who’ll fall before my power.”

You smiled. “I don’t doubt that.”

“Father? Who is this?” Kuriza asked as he looks at you curiously.

Suddenly the ship shook making you lose balance and fall onto your butt.

“What was that?!” You exclaimed.

“Lord Frieza! We’re under attack!”

Frieza sighed. “Fools. So eager to retire to an early grave.” He turned to you, held out his arm and when you took it he pulls you back onto your feet. “Go to your room and take Kuriza with you.”

“Are you sure?” You asked feeling concerned about looking after his son. You may have been with Frieza for the past five weeks and just had sex with him but you didn’t believe that he would entrusted you his child’s life.

As if reading your mind Frieza said, “It’s not as if you’re capable of protecting him. He’s only going to be with you to protect you, silly girl.”

You couldn’t help but feel a bit insulted by him. However he did have a point. You were in no position to fight some violent soldier.

“Kuriza, this person is being targeted by the Viagrins and I’ve been charged by the god of destruction himself to keep her away from their vile grasp. As such it is also your responsibility to help look after her when I am not around. Can you do that?” Frieza asked his son.

Kuriza nods. “Yes father.” The boy takes your hand and gestures you to lead him which you did.

As soon as you and Kuriza were out of sight, Frieza looks at one of the soldiers with a stern expression. “Open the upper hatch.”

The Viagrin scout waits in his ship for the tyrant to come as he prepares for death. He understood the orders Hooker gave him; deliver the message. In truth he was nervous about the whole thing. Not because of his own demise but wether or not Frieza will accept Hooker’s challenge to fight to the death. The tyrant had no reputation of being honorable that much was certain yet he couldn’t help but feel like that this might turn out to be a waste of time. If only Hooker was mentally stable to listen to his men’s concerns they would’ve come up with a more logical plan to draw out Frieza such as wiping out his forces with strength and numbers. But at least the contingency plan has been put in place now.

“I hope you have a good explanation as to why you are attacking my ship, Viagrin scum.” Frieza spoke as he suddenly gripped the scout’s mouth from behind with one hand while the other was roaming around inside his mouth. Causing the scout to gag in shock. “And I know about that cyanide trick you like to use.” The tyrant plucked the pill out of the side of the scout’s mouth and crushed it in between his index finger and thumb. Frieza, removing his hand only to replace it with his tail around the Viagrin’s neck, walks in front of him with an eerie smile on his face. “Tell me what compelled you to attack me in such a foolish manner?”

The scout tries to pull off Frieza’s tail but it only tightened up. He stopped as he regained his determination to see this through. “General Hooker has challenged you to a duel. It will take place on our former homeworld planet Birtha.”

Frieza laughs. “Why bother holding such a duel on a planet that’s already been bought up? And even if I would accept that offer Hooker stands no chance against me now! Tell him that there will be no duel between us only me flaying his corpse to make a nice rug.”

“We’ve already dealt with the current inhabitants of Birtha and Hooker demands for your blood to be spilled upon it. No matter how strong you think you are,Frieza, General Hooker will show you no mercy.” The scout said with confidence.

Sighing, Frieza shakes his head amusingly before turning gold. “I’m afraid it is I who will show your general no mercy.”

The scout closed his eyes for a moment and when they opened he felt fear in his heart at the sight of golden Frieza. “What? How?”

“Four months. I trained myself for four months and what you see before you is the result of that.” Frieza grinned evilly. “Now will you be a good boy and give Hooker my message? No duel only his corpse underneath my feet.”

“I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you, Kuriza.” You told the boy after you both entered your room.

Kuriza just looked at you with a blank expression.

“You’re finding this whole thing weird, aren’t you?” You sighed sitting down on your bed.

“What else would you expect after escaping someone who tried to kill you?” Kuriza snapped. “And to top it off your father puts you in charge of protecting someone you don’t know for whatever reason he had. What exactly are you to him?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that to a child. He obviously went through a lot to get this upset. “I’m just somebody who got roped into this mess just like you did.”

Kuriza let out a sigh. “Is that why my father said you were being targeted?”

You nodded. “Looks like we’re both in the same boat.”

“We’re on a ship not a boat. And in the middle of space.” Kuriza said flatly.

“It’s an expression.” You chuckled. It was cute to see him blush out of embarrassment.

“I knew that.” Kuriza muttered.

“So does your mom know you’re here with your father?” You asked.

The boy looked at you as if you grew another head. “I don’t have a mom.”

‘Oh, she must’ve died when he was born then.’ You thought feeling sad for him. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“For bringing up the mom question. I can imagine your father doesn’t want to talk about that either.”

“Why would he if he had me alone?”

“Ah, so you’re adopted.”

Kuriza let out a frustrating groan. “I’m not adopted! It’s just me and my father! No one else! No mothers either! My father gave birth to me himself!”

The whole room went silent.

‘Frieza gave birth to Kuriza himself? But he’s a man!’ You thought bewilderedly. “I don’t understand. How if there was no mother involved?”

Sighing Kuriza walks up to your ear. “I’m not suppose to tell anyone this but…..” The boy proceeded to whisper in your ear.

“HE BIRTHED YOU THROUGH HIS WHAT?!” You exclaimed in shock as you leaned away from Kuriza.

“What you never heard of such a thing happening from where you come from?” Asked Kuriza with his hands on his hips.

“Yes but from hyenas only!” You blushed.

“What’s a hyena?” Kuriza asked.

A knock sounded at the door.

“It’s safe now.” Frieza crooned from the other side of the door.

You stood up from your bed making your way over to the door and opened it to reveal a smirking lizard tyrant. “You sure?”

“Are you doubting me, human?” Frieza asked curiously.

“No but I didn’t expect it to be over that quickly. What happened?” You shook your head.

“A messenger was delivering me a message from General Hooker. Though it was more like a challenge to a duel.” Frieza said chuckling.

“Did you accept the challenge, father?” Kuriza asked curiously.

Frieza became silent for a moment. “No.”

“Why?” Both you and Kuriza asked in unison.

Grabbing your chin, Frieza pulls you towards his face. “Keeping you away from the Viagrin scum remains to be my top priority for now.”

“But wasn’t I suppose to bait them out?” You asked.

“Yes, but with Hooker on the prowl it’s become rather challenging. You will still accompany me to other planets but we can’t stay for too long.”

“But he desecrated your portrait and destroyed your bases! Are you really going to let him get away with that?” Kuriza protested.

“He’ll get what’s coming to him in due time. But for now he will have to wait and deal with his sobbing, bleeding scout.” Frieza smirked evilly.

Hooker takes a bite out of an apple he’s been cradling as he looks into the sky awaiting the scout to return while sitting on a grassy hill of his home planet, Birtha. He couldn’t wait to get the tyrant on his knees and humiliate him in the worst way possible.

“I thought I told you to hunt Frieza down and retrieve the girl from him, not lay around and do nothing.” Condu said approaching his uncle while looking less than pleased.

The scarred man chuckled. “I’m only awaiting for Frieza to accept my challenge to a duel, boy.”

Condu scoffed nearly breaking into a laughing fit. “You’re challenging THE Frieza to a simple duel? There’s absolutely no way he’ll go for that!”

“And why not?” Hooker asked.

“Because he’s not that type of person to accept random duels willy-nilly.” Condu retorted. “Weren’t you eager to chase him down weeks ago?”

Hooker stood up facing his nephew. “You’re mistaken, my dear nephew. I want Frieza to suffer in a way no man would ever want to go through. Besides even if he rejects my challenge, he won’t evade me once that tracking beacon is put in place. Oops, did I forget to mention that?” He chuckled. “Your gene tracker is flawless but it can’t keep up with Frieza’s ship on the move.”

“Fine. But be sure to bring me Y/n in one piece if you can. She is due for an intense breeding session with me.” Condu said coldly.

“She’s pissed you off that badly, eh? If you’d like, I can teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.” Snickers Hooker.

Condu looks at his uncle with a blank face. “By chopping off her limbs so she won’t go anywhere as you fuck her? That’s no fun at all. She’ll be nothing more than a doll if you did that. Besides one puff of breath I blow into a woman’s mouth and she instantly becomes horny. So thanks but no thanks. I can handle her myself.”

“If you insist boy.” The older Viagrin shrugged. “Though I find it rather odd that you’d prefer women who would give you a hard time.”

Condu smirks to himself. “You can thank my mother for that one.” He then stares at his uncle’s face curiously. “What happened to your eye?”

“I rather not say.” Hooker said bluntly. ‘The next time I see that runt, I’ll take both his eyes out in return for the one I lost.’ He thought darkly.

“General! Sir!” One of the Viagrin soldiers ran up to the two of them. “Aphro’s returned!”

“Did he bring any news wether or not Frieza has accepted my message?” Hooker asked slightly impatient.

The soldier gestures for the scout to come forward. The scout’s expression was one of despair and pain as he walked towards them with his fingers bleeding profusely.

“What happened to your fingers?” Condu asked him in a slight concerned tone.

Aphro slowly raised both hands to reveal that each fingernail had been ripped off. “F-F-Frieza…..he wondered how much……p-pain…..he could cause me……if he tore off my…..finger…” He groaned in agony.

“Well? Has he accepted my challenge?” Hooker asked anticipating the response and ignoring the scout’s injury.

“No duel. Only your corpse underneath Frieza’s feet.” Mumbled Aphro.

“What? I don’t think that I caught that.” Hooker said tightening his grip on the apple he was eating. “Please repeat that one more time.”

Aphro gulped as he remembered how terrifying Frieza looked in his golden form. He could feel that aura crushing down on him despite the tyrant not being in the same room as him. “N-no duel! Only your corpse underneath Frieza’s feet! That’s what he wanted to tell you. To be honest we’re way in over our heads this time! Frieza has become much stronger than before, sir! He has a new form! I’m afraid that if you were to fight him you could di-“ an apple struck the scout’s head as he fell backwards.

Hooker angrily grabs Aphro by his leg dragging him to a nearby room. “There will be no room for that kind of talk, boy!”

“Uncle! Don’t! He’s family!” Condu gave chase after Hooker who closed the door in his nephew’s face.

Hooker rips off Aphro’s pants as he took off his and plunged his dick violently into Aphro’s asshole. Aphro screamed as Hooker thrusted into him over and over. Blood oozes out as Aphro begs Hooker to stop but his pleas go unheeded. Suddenly the door bursts open as a glowing ball of yellow slams into Hooker sending him careening to the wall.

Standing there with fury written all over his face was Condu. His usual dark dreadlocks now glowed a golden glow and his emerald eyes now had a bluish tint to them almost sea green. “Get Aphro to the medical ward now!” He ordered the soldier who was in awe of his lord’s transformation. The soldier quickly carried Aphro out while cover his lower, bleeding half with a blanket.

Condu stares angrily at Hooker who was slowly getting up. “Don’t make me kill you, uncle. I need you to find Frieza and bring me that woman. You can do whatever you like to that bastard but the woman has to remain untouched and delivered to me. Do I make myself clear?”

Hooker nods and looks at Condu for what seemed like an eternity before grinning. “It’s so nice to see this part of you pop out. If only your mother were still alive she’d be happy to learn that the myths she heard about super saiyans were true.”

Condu gestures towards the only exit out of the room they were both in. “Just go. You should be able to track the earthling’s genetics through your tracker.”

“What about Frieza’s ‘new form’?” Hooker asked sarcastically.

“Doesn’t matter. All I care about is that girl comes here so she can grant me a hundred children to replace the ones I’ve lost. ” Condu retorted still glaring at his uncle. “After that, you can do what you want with her. Sharing is caring, is it not?”

The deranged general just grinned.

Frieza looks at you in a confused expression. It had been a couple of days since Kuriza arrived and you’ve been real quiet around the emperor which was a first for him. He thought you were coming down with something but every time he checked your temperature you weren’t feeling any warmer than you usually were. Though you had noticed how Kuriza would stare at you occasionally and would pretend that he wasn’t. You thought it was cute. Now here you were still as quiet as ever as the ship lands on a tropical planet.

“What exactly are we doing here, father?” Kuriza asked exiting the ship with his father and you.

“To seek and destroy any Viagrin filth that comes close to our lovely bait.” Frieza replied staring at you in your white loose blouse and purple skirt. He couldn’t help but wonder if you were wearing it on purpose or because you liked the color combo. “Like what you see, dear?”

“It’s really nice here. Even nicer than Embargo.” You said looking at the trees which didn’t look too different from earth’s tropical plant life except for the pinkish coloring.

“Tropicana is mostly a resort planet while Embargo is usually involved with business. And unfortunately there have been records of women going missing on resort planets like this one.” Frieza said feeling glad that you were able to answer him.

Curiosity crept up on you to the point of asking him. “And how exactly did you know that?”

Frieza looks at you with a sly smile. “Lord Beerus and his attendant has shared with me most of the galactic patrol’s reports of missing women on each planet last time they came to visit. Oh, and the woman who helped orchestrate your abduction is also being interrogated by them as well.”

You froze as you remembered that day like it was yesterday. You were lured into the alleyway by that woman, but managed to get away for a short time before getting hit by another vehicle which had to have been driven by those men. “What else do they know about her?” You asked shakily.

“Not much other than she is one of Condu’s spawns. I’m honestly quite surprised to hear that a woman was involved with your kidnapping.” Frieza said.

“Surprising for you but I heard of those tactics being used by human traffickers back on earth.”

Frieza looks at you with his eyes widened. “Really? Sex trafficking happens on your quiet little mud ball of a planet? So much for peaceful living.”

You ignored that last sentence of his. “It’s usually common in certain areas and they will occasionally have a woman lure out the other to give them a false sense of security. It’s pretty effective. I knew something was off about that woman but I never would’ve guessed she and those other guys weren’t from earth.”

“Doesn’t sound like you’re safe on your planet either way.” Kuriza said. “Maybe you should stay with us for awhile longer.

You smiled at the boy. “That’s sweet of you but I doubt that those kinds of people are a match to you or your father or even my friends back on earth.”

Frieza hates to admit it but you were right. An average earthling wouldn’t be too tough for the likes of Goku and Vegeta. “Would you like to see the beaches, dear?”

“But what about-“

Frieza lifts up a finger in front of your lips. “I will take care of any Viagrin that tries to snatch you up. Now why don’t you and my son go to the beach and if anyone asks just say Lord Frieza sent you for a good time.”

“That’s nice but I don’t have a bathing suit on me, unfortunately.” You said when you felt a tug on your arm. You looked to see Kuriza pulling you towards the resort.

“They should have plenty of those in one the shops.” Kuriza said.

“Hold on, Kuriza.” Frieza said with a slight chuckle as he takes your hand and puts a chip into your palm. “This should have enough to cover the cost of your bathing suit as well getting something to eat with it.”

‘Must be like a credit card.’ You thought.

“Don’t lose it or I’ll have to punish you severely for it.” Frieza warned you in a sing-songy tone.

“Yes sir.” You nodded as Kuriza led you towards the resort area.

As soon as the two of you were out of sight, Frieza fired a single death beam towards the tree on his left without looking. A cry of pain sounded from the tree as a Viagrin fell to the ground clutching his side.

“Well, well, well. You must’ve been expecting us for awhile haven’t you? So are the rest of you coming out or must I eliminate you one by one while you hide?” Frieza said smirking amusingly.

Emerging from the trees and bushes were the rest of the Viagrin forces ready to strike.

“So eager to die are you? Then please feel free to attack me in any way you see fit.” Frieza said smugly holding his hands out.

“They won’t be your opponents today, Frieza.” A gruff voice spoke as a much larger Viagrin steps into view. “I will.”

One look at the figure made Frieza remember the other reason why he put an end to the Viagrin’s whole prostitution market. Images of women with their legs chopped off flashed before his eyes as he glared at the Viagrin monster. His stomach churned as he remembered those women begging for death while suffering from their lost limbs as their bellies swelled with this bastard’s children. “General Hooker. I had hoped to never see your wretched face again.” The emperor grimaced.

Meanwhile at a shop near the beach, You and Kuriza were looking around to find just the right bathing suit. But unbeknownst to both of you a couple of Viagrins that were well disguised as residents of the resort planet watches you intently.

“So that’s her, eh?” One of them a man with shoulder length blue hair spoke while sipping on some ice tea.

The other a woman with a ridiculously long red hair pulls out the tracker which started to beep rapidly in your direction. “Oh yeah. She’s the one General Hooker told us about alright.” Taking off her shades she smiles mischievously. “Papa has some great taste in women that’s for sure.” She chuckled manically.

To be continued……

@mit-suri @layla2-49

#dbs frieza #kuriza #frieza x reader

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iamnmbr3 · 2 years

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You are more than welcome not to like Mobius and I completely understand why you feel that way, but please tag your anti-Mobius posts with things like "anti Mobius" or "Mobius negativity" so people who do like him don't have to see it on our dashes. Thanks! :)

But I don't feel that it is negativity. What Mobius does is objectively evil. If I said that Alexander Pierce tortured and mistreated Bucky would you insist that I tag it as "anti Pierce" or "Pierce negativity"? No of course not. Because I'm just objectively discussing what the character does.

Loki and Mobius have the same relationship as Bucky and Pierce but a lot of the PR and framing encourages viewers to ignore that and to accept Loki's torture as justified and acceptable. It's not. Torture is a vile act that is NEVER justified. Just because the writer of the show is a creepy right winger who thinks otherwise and is encouraging viewers to parrot his vile views doesn't change the facts.

What Mobius does to Loki literally meets the legal definition of torture on multiple counts. Mobius holds Loki prisoner without due process or just cause. He degrades and humiliates and mocks him and obviously delights in this and revels in the power he has over Loki. He calls him a cockroach and pathetic. He acts morally superior to Loki despite the fact that he regularly and remorselessly obliterates entire realities because he believes the people in them are a class of person who don't deserve to exist - i.e. he commits genocide on an inconceivably massive scale. He forcibly detains Loki and makes him labor for him without pay; that's slavery.

When Loki understandably tries to escape his captor he recaptures him and punishes him by locking him in a cell where he beaten in the genital area (a common form of torture used in Russia and China and other authoritarian dictatorships even today) until he is willing to repeat degrading things about himself to try to get the pain to stop.

These are all facts. I didn't make those things up about Mobius. They happened. In canon. I think Mobius could have been a great villain. He's the literal embodiment of the concept of "the banality of evil" and a lot of real life atrocities are committed by people like him. The problem is that many people are presenting his acts as acceptable rather than villainous.

But he's not a good person. And he's not Loki's friend. The fact that people repeat the disgusting messaging in the show that someone who does things (and to the MCU's first canon queer character too btw! This show is no more good representation than Nazi cartoons that showed violence against queer people as funny and justified were) is in any way justified is deeply disturbing to me. People calling Mobius's acts of torture funny or justified or cute literally turns my stomach. But I’m not asking you to confine your posts praising Mobius to a “pro torture” tag or “pro abuse” tag.

The Mobius tag is for discussing the character, not for interpreting him in the way that you personally decide is correct. I am discussing the things Mobius does in canon. And I find them appalling.

Also even when I did tag things like this for criticism (even though stating objective facts isn't a criticism and it should tell you something when people interpret the truth as an attack) "fans" of the show would come and seek out my posts and then harass me. Because what I think people who send messages like this really want is for us to stop sharing our opinions. If you just didn't want to see my posts you could block me. But that's not really what this is about. You aren't afraid YOU will have to see my posts. You're afraid someone else might see them and might actually agree. So you're trying to intimidate and coerce and harass me and others who post similar things into silence.

It's not going to work.

Torture is wrong. Slavery is wrong. Degrading a prisoner for your own amusement is wrong. Obliterating entire universes is wrong. Someone who delights in committing these acts is evil.

I will never stop saying it.

#asks #Mobius #loki tv show #loki show #loki 2021 #loki series #loki tv series #Loki series #Loki tv #Loki Season 1 #Mobius shut tf up challenge

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High Priest, Pt. 2

From “The Many Akumatizations of Luka Couffaine.”

The class was, for the most part, silent.

No one knew what to feel after yesterday, Juleka included. It was… Everything was fine, they were all hanging out, and then Lila mentioned that Marinette got out of trouble for bullying her, which was horrible, and… and…

Juleka didn’t know who pushed Marinette. She just knew that someone did. No one goes from backing away from a hoard of angry teenagers to crumpled at the bottom of concrete stairs by the Seine by yourself. And then Lila had said,

“Wow, I can’t believe she’s faking being hurt. She has a lot of nerve after pushing me down the stairs. I didn’t make such a big deal out of it.”

And they all just left her.

But Marinette wasn’t faking. She’d seen it in Luka’s face when her parents had called him, saying that Marinette was in the hospital and that he needed to come, as her boyfriend (her boyfriend, Luka was her boyfriend, when Lila had told them Marinette had bullied her because of Marinette’s jealousy over how close she and Adrien were-). And now…

And now…

The class was silent.

Who was the guilty one, Juleka wondered. Not Lila, she had stood at the back of the group while they accosted Marinette. Not Adrien, who hadn’t gotten involved and hadn’t defended Marinette, a true neutral that wasn’t neutral at all. Not Chloe, who wasn’t even there and chatted away with Sabrina without a care in the world, unknowing or uncaring about their hospitalized friend. But Alya, but Nino, but Kim, but anyone…

There was a murderer among them.

A sharp trill of their phones went off, all of them at once. The akuma alert. Alya, who already had her phone out, was the first to shout. “There’s an akuma at Arc Hospital!”

Juleka paled. (“I’m going to Arc Hospital! Tell mom not to wait for me!”)

“Apparently it can transform the environment,” Alya gushed, like her best friend wasn’t in danger. No one noticed Adrien leaving with a rushed excuse about the bathroom - they were all used to his weak bladder by now. “That’s so cool! I’ve never seen an akuma do that before!”

“There might be a sentimonster along with it,” Nino pointed out. “Maybe on the hospital itself, and that’s why it transformed.”

“Oh, that makes more sense!” Alya replied, already packing up her bag. “I’m going to head to the sight; someone has to document the akuma!”

“I’ll go with you,” Nino said.

The two were heading out the door, nothing too different, when Lila spoke up, shakily raising her hand. “C-Can I come too?” she asked. “It’s just… I’ve been so worried about Ladybug lately; akuma’s have been getting a lot stronger, so I just thought that I could be there for her, cheer her on?”

Alya looked nervous. “Well, actually-”

“That’s a great idea!” Rose gushed, like they didn’t have a friend in that specific hospital. “I’m sure Ladybug will defeat the akuma with her best friend by her side!”

“Yeah!”

“Hey, we should go too!”

“Ladybug will certainly feel empowered if an entire class cheers her on!”

“Sure. She’ll probably end up needing Queen Bee, if the akuma is that powerful.”

We shouldn’t do that, Juleka tried to say, only for the words to get stuck in her throat. Did they see that they were putting themselves in danger, potential hostages for the akuma? But no, they were blind. Lila led them like lemmings, encouraging them, saying “Yes, of course Ladybug would love that, we should all go!”

That’s how, despite her instincts, Juleka was forced into going to ground zero. At least she wasn’t the only one disliking the situation. Both Alya and Nino looked put out for some reason, and Chloe was just unhappy in general.

The hospital had been transformed into a temple. “Aztec,” Rose whispered as they all stared up at the pyramid. “It looks… like those pictures from that research project Luka was doing.” Juleka nodded and suddenly had a horrible feeling about who exactly the akuma was. The stone looked rough, the mica a sandy-grey. Pictographs were carved into the stone, unlike any Juleka had ever seen, with each image growing more and more graphic in violence as the class climbed the pyramid together. They all… looked like people, she noticed.

The truly concerning factor, however, was the group of people that gathered at the bottom of the pyramid as the class trekked upward. But no one else set foot on the temple. They were utterly alone.

There was only one entrance into the temple, a wide, gaping mouth of a door. Fire flickered inside the opening. Alya gave a shaky smile as she readied her camera. “Well, I guess we’re expected, right guys?” Her attempt at a joke fell flat as the class inched into the temple.

The inside was covered in carvings, intricate and beautiful, painted and bright. Most of them depicted a beautiful dark-haired woman with a crescent moon on her forehead being worshiped. Was she the akuma? Some woman with a god-complex that turned the hospital into… this? Torches lined the walls, throwing dark shadows across the paintings. “They look like they’re moving,” Nathaniel whispered, enthralled as the class spread out, everyone looking around the interior.

Alix frowned. “It doesn’t look very Aztec to me.”

At the center of the room was a glass altar. Or, more accurately, as Juleka approached it, a glass coffin. The frosted glass concealed the content’s identity at a distance, but up close, Juleka realized it was… “Marinette?”

That got everyone’s attention. Shocked gasps and exclamations filled the room. Alya pushed her way to the front. “What? No, it can’t be…”

Nino looked at the coffin nervously. “She can’t be akumatized, can she?”

“Of course not!” Alya spat back, coming to the defense of her comatose best friend. “She’s too strong to-”

Lila clung to Alya, cutting her off. “She was probably so upset that I revealed she was bullying me!” She wailed, the sound grating in the echoing expanse of the hall. “Oh, it’s all my fault that Marinette finally got akumatized!” For a moment, Juleka thought Lila sounded… vindicated? What?

“Cease your lies, Defiler of this hallowed place. -A strong, male, familiar voice boomed out, seemingly from nowhere-“Lest your accursed tongue wound the ears of our slumbering Goddess.”

From the shadows immerged a blue figure, dressed like a stereotypical Aztec priest. His skin, mostly his bare chest and face, was covered in black tattoos, like the line of triangles under his left eye and over his right. He wore a large, jeweled necklace that sparkled in the fire light, and feathers, dark blue and pink, trailed out of his short hair and down his back, past the linen skirt he wore to cover his modesty.

It was obvious at first glance that the akuma was Luka.

What was also obvious was the large, ceremonial knife in his hand.

“Rejoice, heretics, non-believers, and renouncers of the faith,” the akuma said, looking down on their class with cold rage. “The day has come at last to join our Goddess in everlasting peace at her side. For I, the High Priest, have been given the sacred duty of awakening the Goddess of the Moon, the Melody of all Hearts, the Ever-Resting Queen… and it is with your blood that she will live again.”

Rose trembled at Juleka’s side. “Our… blood?” she whispered.

“Correct.” He could hear them, oh no, oh no… “Either through service or sacrifice, it matters little to me. Though my Goddess may wish for you to bleed through service, I care not so long as the blood is taken.”

“You…” Alya growled, then snapped, pointing at the High Priest. “Ladybug and Chat Noir will defeat you and save Marinette, you fiend. And if you think any of us are joining you, you’ve got another thing coming!”

“So, you have chosen death.” The room grew darker, the torches dimming. The High Priest’s eyes glowed neon blue. “Then may my Goddess have mercy on your fleeting soul…

“For I will have none.”

Taglist: @larasilvestris @vixen-uchiha

#lukanette #yandere luka couffaine #lila salt #class salt #ml salt #akuma luka #villain luka #original akuma #luka couffaine #the many akumatizations of luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #miraculous ladybug #mlb #miraculous fanfiction

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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years

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Ok so Ik this has already been done with ej, but I’m a toby simp, and I wanted to ask. Reader finding out toby is cheating on them? Maximum of 1k words, a scenario idk, smth. Ty!

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It's Dangerous, To Love the Sun

[Ticci Toby X F!Reader]

[Warnings: angst in general, physical and emotional cheating, violence, language]

[AN: I listened to Brooksie - Not Into You slowed + reverbed while writing this, I hope you enjoyed! Also went a lil over,,, the word count because I kinda liked this,,,,,,,,,,,]

You love Toby. Ever since he came into your life, you’ve been happier with him at your side. He makes you smile, he makes your heart sing. You’ve never felt so complete.

The way he looks at you is akin to gazing at a masterpiece. His eyes are so full of love when he gazes at you from across the room, wondering when you’ll finally break away from your conversation with Jeff to be at his side again.

His touch is gentle, never harsh. Toby’s fingers trace up and down your forearms and back, ghosts, whisper-like kisses of physical affection in an attempt to show you what he verbally cannot express. He’s always so warm, so loving, so whole.

He completes you, is what you’re trying to get at.

The two of you like to sit on rooftops late at night because neither Masky nor Hoodie can stand the two of you giggling at odd hours of the day in their presence. Kate’s not around long enough to actually care. When it’s just the two of you sitting up here, quiet, against each other and breathing in the sweet night air, you feel more complete than you’ve ever felt before.

You hum out, watching the stars twinkle in the sky, a dreamy expression on your face as Toby momentarily stops playing with your hair.

“What’s o-o-on your mind, b-baby?” He asks, a brow raised. Toby shifts on the shingles, his arms wrapping around you like an octopus, bringing you closer and closer into his warmth.

You find yourself blanketed in him and relax. “You’re so good to me, y’know that?” You say.

Toby scoffs and rolls his eyes. “O-Other way around,” he corrects.

You tilt your head and shake it slightly, telling him he’s wrong. “You’ve always been so good to me,” you continue, brushing off his attempts to play down your saccharine words.

He knows you’re not fibbing, but at the same time, he refuses to admit to your claims. “I d-d-did what w-was expected o-of me, you know t-that,” he states plainly.

You take in another deep breath before resting your head on his shoulder, melting into him. You pick up his scent: oak and burning winter, before retorting against him again in a voice a hair above a whisper. “You’re wrong.”

Toby laughs, his lips pressing to the side of your head. “If y-y-you say so,” he murmurs, pressing more kisses to your head and eventually your face. He revels in the sound of your laughter as he does so, leaving no inch of you unkissed.

“I know so.”

The two of you fall back into a pleasant silence.

You’ve always viewed Toby like he has power over the sun, because, as far as being a proxy goes? He does. When you were first plucked from your life and called for something ‘greater’, it was Toby who had taken pity on you, trained you, taught you all you needed to know and the ins and outs of this life. He was the one who shielded you from Masky, Hoodie and even Kate at times.

It was by his hand that you survived, and it is still by his hand that you thrive.

It was such a blinding adoration for a man you believed held dominion over the sun that kept you veiled from the truth of what he had been doing behind closed doors, yet could be seen through the windows.

Naturally, you didn’t want to believe it. Who would? The person you love’s heart has fled the place it used to live with you and taken up residence with someone else. That’s not an easy thing to admit, not when you realize that love truly is not all it takes.

Toby doesn’t want to admit it either. It started out as some strange infatuation, a fleeting crush - someone he would forget.

But her eyes? Her darling eyes? One of them the most beautiful shade of peridot he’d ever seen and the other a literal clock? They say the eyes (in her case, eye) are the window to the soul, and she had absolutely snared his. She was beautiful in a way Toby couldn’t describe, beautiful in a way that had him seeing a sky full of stars in the middle of the day, and beautiful in the sense she was timeless.

Toby knows he should be ashamed, that she’s his little secret, that what he has with Natalie can’t be compared with you, but he knows he can’t let you find out lest you go too far you can’t come back.

That blinding sun made you shrug off the bruises that were too keenly placed to be a victim’s sorry attempt at freeing themself. You shrugged off the scent of roses and wine. You shrugged off how his eyes saw past you, no longer at you. You shrugged it all off, choosing to stay blinded than face the truth.

And you would’ve happily lived in that ignorance if Toby didn’t grow cocky and arrogant and so fucking careless.

You’ve never really felt your world crash and burn until today. You've never been burned by the sun until this moment.

You’re looking into the eyes of a man you think owns the sun and see nothing but fear, regret, and pleading. Pleading for what? That you won’t leave him? That you’ll stay with him? You feel tears well in your eyes as you see him laying in your bed with her. The woman who had been naught but a shadow until now.

“R-Reader,” Toby begins, quickly wrestling up in the sheets, watching as your soul leaves your body in the doorway. “B-Baby, it’s n-no-”

You’re at a loss for words, and frankly, you don’t think he even deserves the right to your thoughts at this moment. Instead, you hold your hand up, silencing him, and turn to leave the temp house. You were out doing work for your fucking boss and get rewarded like this? The man you loved in bed with another woman, looking at her like she owned the moon. You take in a sharp breath and then begin to beeline to the front door when Toby finally gets out of the bed, ignoring the cries of confusion pouring from Natalie’s mouth.

Your heart races when you realize Toby is gaining on you. Your vision blurs through your tears.

He’s calling out for you, his stutter even stronger than before, bones popping louder and louder as he gets hit with the weight of what he’s done to you. “Stop! S-Stop fucking m-m-moving!” He hisses, his calloused hand reaching out for your wrist, successfully grabbing you.

You snarl like a caged, wounded animal, flesh burning at the contact. “Don’t fucking touch me,” you sneer as you attempt to rip your wrist from his iron grasp. In your other hand, you already have the car keys ready. You just want to be anywhere but here.

“I-I’m so s-s-sorry,” Toby says, attempting to pull you into a hug.

You struggle against him harder, hissing to be let go. The keys in your free hand are getting threaded in your fingertips. Your tears feel warm and boil your cheeks as they roll down like waterfalls. The harder he grips you, the more you feel you’ve been burned to a point of no return. “God fucking damn it, let me go!” You shout, not even noticing how Natalie has come out of the room to get Toby off of you. She’s quickly gaining in the hallway, confused on if she should step in or not.

Toby tries harder and harder to pull you into his embrace, and that’s when you strike.

You take your car key filled fingers and punch as hard as you can, the teeth of the keys dragging across Toby’s cheek, successfully shocking him into letting you go. You don’t even consider how badly you’ve hurt him and take the opportunity of his shock to flee the temp house, quickly hopping into the car.

“Reader!” Toby shouts, hand on his right cheek, not even caring about the claw marks you’ve left. “B-Baby, let’s t-talk about t-this-”

You start honking the horn to drown his voice out. Your eyebrows are furrowed, a scowl on your face, glare holding nothing but bullets towards Toby and Natalie as she attempts to wrangle him back into the house.

You watch as her arms wrap around his waist - she’s surprisingly gentle for dealing with such a belligerent man - before peeling out of the driveway, hand still honking the horn and practically waking up the neighborhood while you’re at it.

Your mind overloads as you drive, thoughts of the sun getting eclipsed by the other celestial body that overtakes it in full, swallowing it whole. You mutter angrily to yourself, turning on the radio for just noise as you finally get onto the expressway. And you drive. You drive until your head feels clear again, and when it does, you’re finally able to focus on something other than what’s in front of you on the endless stretch of road.

Autumn is making its way in, that much is apparent. Every now and then, specks of orange and red zip past your high beams. It’s cooler, and you swear you’ve passed a few flowering pumpkin patches.

You look to your left, gazing out the window for a moment or so.

The moon is decidedly absent this night.

You sigh as the fires extinguish in your heart, loneliness, sadness and any other emotion draining alongside it leaving a pit in your chest.

The emptiness quickly takes its place, haunting you like the ghost it is.

#ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #x reader #reader insert #ticci toby x y/n #clockwork #natalie ouellette #angst

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chosenimagines · 3 years

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Boring (Draco X Hufflepuff Fem!Reader X Harry)

Universe: (M) Harry Potter

Summary: Y/N has a free lesson and Draco helps her with her work. She is confused because their path never crossed and then Harry gets mad when he sees them. Y/N doesn’t know what is going on!

Used Prompts: -

Warnings: -

Language: English

Request: Yes/No

Can I request draco x hufflepuff dense fem reader x harry They trying to get reader to fall for them. (by Anon)

Requests [Open]

A/N: I am sorry that I didn’t fulfill the request of a dense Hufflepuff reader but being dense doesn’t make sense because of the traits of Harry and Draco neither of them wouldn’t be interested if she would be dense so I made her think she is boring. I hope you are okay with that! Again I am really sorry but it was tough to build a story…

This One Shot/Imagine can be found as well on my Wattpad ^^ My requests are open on Wattpad and Tumblr

🖊️ 🖊️ 🖊️ 🖊️ ____________________________________________

Lame. Nice. Uninteresting. Inconspicuous. Words that have always been used to describe my life and personality. I had always believed -no I had been convinced of it- that I was far too boring for my fellow human beings. Too normal! Too usual. But I had ever known that I was miles wrong with the assessment of fellow human beings!

I based it on statements that my family and my former muggle friends had made about me. Therefore, my assumption had been quite logical! Theoretically, I received the first proof to the contrary to my view at the age of eleven, when I received my letter from Hogwarts, and it became apparent to me that I was not a normal person but a witch. After all, magical powers in the world I grew up in were something extraordinary and special. Still, it hadn't changed my mind! I hadn't interpreted into it. Then I came to Hogwarts and quickly there was a new definition of "the same old". There were only two differences: New school and the magic in me found its way out. At Hogwarts, I was part of the average, so I stuck with my opinion. That's just the way it was! I had acceptable grades, got along with the material as much as possible, I learn for the lessons and the tests. In my spare time, I helped Professor Sprout and experimented with Neville in the greenhouse. There wasn't really more in my life. I had a weakness for Quidditch, but I didn't play. With the broom, I had never been skilled enough to remotely think of sharing the annual tryouts. That was my life! Unspectacular. Simple. Uncomplicated! I hadn't wanted to shape my life differently until sudden interest in me was shown...

"Hey, Y/N!" Neville appeared on my right. As agreeting, I gave him a smile. I was happy to watch him every time. He was my closest friend! "I'll take care of our Mimbulus Mimbeltonia seedling later.Would you like to help me?" What kind of question was that? Of course I wanted to help him, so I nodded. "Of course I'mthere! My last hour today is magic potion, so where do we want to meet?" But Neville waved it off. "I'll pick you up at the classroom! We go to Professor Sprout together." My smile got a little wider -mainly to encourage him. Neville was the dearest person I knew. I credited him with it, which I told Neville. "I'm looking forward to it!" I added. Already the shy Gryffindor haddisappeared after ashort wave. Relaxed I strolled on. I had the next two hours off and wanted to use them to do some homework that I was a little behind. But I didn't make it to the common room. In front of the library, someone stood in my way! Perplexed, I stopped. Draco Malfoy? I couldn't imagine what he wanted from me. Carefree, I wanted to walk past him when his voice held me back. "What does someone like you want from Longbottom?" asked Draco to know. I did not answer him. If I was honest, I didn't understand the question. Someone like me? How did he see me? It didn't make sense to me. I shook my head and continued on myway. A moment later, Draco grabbed my wrist. He pulled me to himself. My chest grazed his. We were so close that I could smell that he was wearing perfume. It smelled fresh; expensive. The scent suited him! "You didn't answer my question, Gorgeous." My breath stopped as Draco's finger gently stroked my cheek. I quickly turnedback to my politeness. "Neville and I work together in the greenhouse. We are close friends!", I replied. Again I tried to make my way to my common room. Again, I was held back by Draco. "Not so fast, Beautiful! What are you up to now? I'm free! Maybe I can help you.", he whispered to me. "I want to do my homework. But that's difficult!" To clarify my statement, I raised my hand, which Draco was holding. His face came even closer. The tip of his nose was only inches away from my cheek. "I could help you with that! I'm pretty good at school, you have to know...", he murmured in my ear. "Okay…", I breathed. I was completely overwhelmed when Draco pulled me into the library.

"You have to be careful! If you mix this herb with this one, the mixture will explode.", I explained to Draco, who shook his head laughing. "How thoughtless of me! Thank you." He hastily corrects the last sentence of his essay. "Are we-" "MALFOY, KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF HER!" A violent hit hit Draco's temple and he fell from the chair. Harry then stepped into my field of vision. Harry?! Wait a minute, what was actually going on here? I didn't understand the world anymore! "KEEP YOUR DIRTY FINGERS OFF HER! LET THEM OUT OF YOUR PERFIDIOUS GAMES! SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" Furiously Harry hit Draco and I sat there stiff. It was only at his next words that I was able to move. "JUST BECAUSE YOU HATE ME, YOU DON'T HAVE TO LET IT ALL OUT ON Y/N, MALFOY!", he yelled. I ran towards the two rivals. With all my force I tried to drag Harry from Draco. Although I used all my muscle power, I couldn't stop him from continuing to beat our classmate. "Harry, PLEASE! Let him go!", I pleaded over and over again. My words did not get through to the angry boy. But I didn't give up, I kept talking to him. Violence is not a solution. Especially not when the violence was absolutely pointless and unfounded! "Harry-", I tried again, but an elbow hit my eyebrow and I stumbled a few steps backwards. "Y/N! I'm so sorry. I didn't want that! I'm so sorry...", Harry repeated over and over. I gently but firmly knocked his hands away. "That's fine! ", I replied. I didn't blame him. "That was not your intention. But you beat Draco on purpose!", I resented him. Draco had already picked himself up and was now kneeling next to me. "I'm bringing you, Madam Pomfrey!", he said, giving Harry a look I couldn't interpret. Absent, I took Draco's hand, which he offered me to get up. "Thank you!" I murmured to myself. I didn't know if Draco heard it, but I didn't have a head for it. I was concerned about the events of the last hour, because they made no sense. At least they didn't make sense to me! Draco Malfoy showed sudden interest in me and was unusually nice. Harry Potter physically attacked Draco Malfoyas he sat Draco and me together in the library. I couldn't explain it to myself, but I knew it wouldn't get boring in the future.

#draco x hufflepuff!reader #harry x hufflepuff!reader #harry x reader x draco #draco x reader x harry #harry potter #draco malfoy #slytherin imagine #hufflepuff imagine #gryffindor imagine #slytherin x hufflepuff #gryffindor x hufflepuff #hogwarts #hp #one shot #imagine #harry potter one shot #requested #requests are open #thanks for the request

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secretwingsociety · 3 years

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Home -part three

Pairing: eventual Stiles Stilinski x Male!skinwalker!Reader, McCall Pack x Male!skinwalker!Reader (platonic)

Summary: starting a new school in the middle of the year is never easy, but when supernatural forces terrorise the town you’ve come to enjoy and threaten the new friends you’ve made things get a whole lot harder

Warning: teen wolf level violence, drinking, death of a character, mentions of drinking and driving, sad reader, a kiss

A/N: sorry this took so long to get out, I was in a huge depressive episode and had awful writers block but I finally got through it and was able to finish the chapter I hope you enjoy

part one

part two

You, Lydia, Stiles, Scott and Kira were all in sheriff Stilinski’s office being questioned by Agent McCall a.k.a Scott’s dad

“So when did you get there?” Agent McCall asks stiles

“at the same time.” Stiles answers back quickly

“At the same time as who?”

“At the same time as me and (Y/n)” Scott buts in you and stiles both nod in agreement, your hands intertwined to keep you calm

“By coincidence?”

“What do you mean coincidence?” Stiles asks narrowing his eyes at the man in front of us

“That’s what I’m asking you. The three of you arrived at the same time. Was that coincidence?”

“Are you asking me?” Scott asks to get around the question “I think he’s asking me.” Stiles says doing the same thing “I think he’s asking the both of you.” You cut in helping them keep avoiding

“Okay, let me answer the questions” McCall says having gotten confused, you smirk at this but hide it by laying your forehead on stiles’ shoulder pretending to be tired, everyone else looks at him trying not to laugh “let me ask the questions.” He corrects and stiles points at him and winks to say ‘good job��

“Just so I have this absolutely clear. Barrow was hiding in the chemistry closet at the School. Someone left him a coded message on the blackboard telling him to kill Kira. Then Barrow took Kira to a power substation and tied her up with the intent of electrocuting her, which blacked out the entire town.” He goes over everything you told him

“Sound about right” stiles says and you lift your head to nod at the agent “we told you everything we know.” You add

“How did you know he’d take her to a power station?” He asks, you can smell the suspicion on him making your wrinkle your nose but you quickly fix your face to not draw attention

“Well, cause he was an electrical engineer. So where else would he take her?” Stiles says with a small smirk “That’s one hell of a deduction there, Stiles.” McCall says the smell of suspicion getting worse “yeah well what can I say? I take after my pops. He’s in law enforcement.” He says giving a wink and point to his dad who snorts a laugh but tries to cover it as a cough when McCall looks back at him

“Stiles, just uh- just answer the man.” The sheriff says moving the interview along “we made a good guess” stiles says with a shrug

“What where the three of you doing?” He asks you, Scott and Kira

“Eating pizza” “eating sushi” they say at the same time making you roll you eyes when they realise their mistake they try to correct it but it happens again “eating sushi” “eating pizza”

You step in before it can get too bad “we ate sushi but Scott didn’t like it so we ordered pizza afterwards.” You huff wanting this whole thing to be over, you need sleep

“You believe this?” McCall asks looking back at the sheriff “to be honest I haven’t believed a word stiles has said since he learned how to speak. But I think these kids found themselves in the right place at the right time and that girl sitting there is very lucky for it.” He says looking over at Kira

“Kira, is that how you remember it?” Agent McCall asks and you all look at her to see what she says she nods “yes. Can I get my phone back now?”

McCall shakes his head “sorry, but no.” He says and you look over at her yellow phone in an evidence bag, finally you’re all allowed to leave, You walk out with stiles still holding his hand

“Hey stiles could I maybe stay at yours tonight?” You ask quietly rubbing the back of your neck anxiously with your free hand “I wouldn’t normally ask but my dad had some…f-friends round and I’m sure they’re still there despite no power and I’d rather not be awake the entire night because of them” you say avoiding some truths

He nods and gently squeezes your hand “of course, you shouldn’t be alone anyway you’ve been pretty banged up tonight” he smiles and you give one back “great I’ll follow you in my car” you hum and unfortunately detangle your hand from his so you can separate

If not long after that you pull up at his house, exiting the car you join him upstairs where he leads you to his bedroom “do you need a change of clothes to sleep in?” He asks grabbing some stuff for himself “no I uh normally sleep in my dog form” you mumble trailing off realising this was probably a bad idea “okay that’s fine just don’t shed to much on my sheets” he jokes and walks past you to walk into the bathroom to change

You smile and strip down to your boxers, weirdly enough if you shift wearing light clothes or only one layer most of the time you’ll shift back with them all, you kneel down and close your eyes feeling yourself shift not long after you open your eyes in dog form and walk around in a circle to get acquainted with being this hight again

Stiles walks out of the bathroom and stares at you in shock “oh okay, I didn’t think you meant straight away, okay uh let’s go to bed I’m beat” he shrugs and climbs into the bed laying in the middle you jump up and lay next to him, he looks so comfy you really want to lay your head on his stomach or chest but you don’t want to make him uncomfortable so next to him it is

After a few moments he looks at you and hesitantly places his hand on your head “is petting ok? Your fur just looks so soft” you look up and wag your tail to show him it’s okay and it feels nice, he smiles and keeps petting your head unknowingly sending you straight off to sleep

When you wake up the next morning you realised you moved in your sleep, now your head lays on Stiles’ stomach but it’s so comfy you can’t bring yourself to move plus he’s still asleep so he won’t know

When you see him starting to wake you shut your eyes and pretend to still be asleep he pats your head with a chuckle “i know you’re awake, get up we need to get ready for school” he says his voice gruff and deep with sleep, reluctantly you move and jump down from the bed letting him get up and go to the bathroom

You quickly shift back into human and put your jeans and shirt from yesterday on Stiles walks out in fresh clothes as your putting your sneakers on and he notices you shivering “hey man are you ok? You’re shaking” he asks concerned you nod “yeah I’m fine, I’m always cold in the mornings because my body needs to get used to the temperature change of no longer having fur, I forgot my jacket yesterday” you shrug

He nods and walks over to his closet pulling out one of his many flannels “well here take this it’ll warm you up” he says handing it over, feeling your cheeks heating up you take it with a small smile and pull it on “thanks stiles” he nods slipping on his shoes and picking up his bag “come on let’s get to school”

When you get to school you give Stiles a wave then walk off to find Kira and check up on her and see how she’s feeling after last night

Kira is stood at your locker waiting for you when you walk up to her “good morning, how are you feeling?” She smiles weakly you and shrugs “i guess I’m okay, I don’t know yesterday was lot and still don’t understand most of it”

You nod feeling bad that you haven’t told her about the supernatural but honestly you’re not sure how you’d tell her without sounding insane “I know, but I’m sure in time everything will make sense” you assure her patting her shoulder

Before more can be said you see coach walk down the hall using a megaphone to tell everyone there’s five minutes till class since the power is still out you and Kira look At each other and chuckle at coach

When Scott arrives Kira instantly turns and walks the other way, you send an apologetic look to Scott before following Kira to her locker where she does her best to avoid Scott’s gaze

She puts her stuff away and looks Scott’s way one last time with sad eyes then walks to class you put your arm around her shoulders not saying anything just being there for her

During lunch you got a call from the hospital saying your dad had been admitted but wouldn’t tell you what happened over the phone so you instantly left school without telling anyone and rushed to the hospital

When you get to the hospital you see Scott’s mom at the front desk and walk over “excuse me” you call and she turns to you with a smile “yeah what do you need sweetheart?” She questions softly “um I’m looking for my dad, someone called me saying he was here but they wouldn’t tell me anything else” you mumble looking around anxiously, you hate hospitals you watched your mother die in one you didn’t want to see your dad die in one too

“Right what’s his full name? I’ll see where he is” she walks behind the desk and sits at a computer “his name is (y/d/n)” she nods and focus’s on the computer she looks back up at you with a frown and you smell sadness on her making your heartbeat speed up even more “oh god what is it?” You whisper your voice wavering

Mrs. McCall gets up and walks over to you wrapping her arm around your shoulders and leads you to a chair before kneeling in front of you “it seems your father was driving while intoxicated with his friends and collided with another vehicle..he was the only casualty in the collision but everyone was severely hurt” she says softly and quietly but honestly blurred together after you heard he’d been drinking and driving, you knew this would happen eventually but you weren’t ready

“Can I see his body?” You ask weakly trying to hold in your tears “oh honey I don’t think that’s a good idea..you should just keep the image you had of him” she says rubbing your arm but you shake your head your eyes flashing yellow in anger “I want to see him!” She backs up slightly “ok, okay. I’ll take you see him” she keeps her voice steady but you can smell her fear and hear her raised heartbeat

Sighing you get up “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap. I just want to see him..” you mumble she nods and leads you to the morgue where she pulls out your dads tray then leaves to give you a moment

You pull the sheet down to look at his face when you do you instantly burst into tears seeing his face cut up from glass, dropping to your knees unable to hold yourself up anymore, this is it you’ve lost both of your, parents you’re alone

You don’t know how long you stay there crying trying to deal with the pain of being parentless but after awhile you get a call

Standing up you pull out your phone and answer it seeing it’s stiles “S-Stiles? What’s wrong” you say trying to keep your voice steady but it definitely sounds like you’ve been crying “what’s wrong? You’ve been missing since lunch! No one has seen you I was worried. Where the hell are you?” He says his speech quick and emotive like normal “I’ve been at the hospital. My dad is dead” you mutter looking down at your dad then pull the sheet back up and roll him back into his draw

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I’ll come meet you, you shouldn’t be alone” he says and you can hear shuffling on his end “don’t bother. Im sure you have important things to do. Look I heard about a black light party at some loft, I’ll be there.” You say emotionlessly and hang up then walk out of the hospital and to your car not shedding another tear

When you arrive the party is in full swing, people are getting glow in the dark body/face paint and the music is booming

As you walk in someone hands you a red solo cup and you start drinking needing to keep your mind off your dead dad, walking over to the body pain bit you take your shirt off and tell the girl doing it to surprise you then down the rest of your drink

Once she’s done you look down to see an awesome wolf design on your chest and stomach, she also did fangs on your lips “thanks!” You yell over the music then wander off to find a new drink and find someone to dance with

You end up dancing with some random drunk guy but you don’t care you just need a distraction and this very hot shirtless guy is a great one

After a while you see Scott, Kira and Stiles walk in, you smile and wave bye to the guy you were dancing with a walk over to them. You reach them and throw your arms over Stiles “you made it! I’m so happy your here!” You yell and pull away to wave and the other two “hey (y/n) how long have you been here?” He asks stabilising you by holding your shoulders “um an hour? I’m not sure” you shrug and tug on his hand “let’s dance! But first more drinks” you smirk and pull him clumsily to the drinks table

You pour two drinks and hand one to Stiles “hey I thought you couldn’t drunk! Scott can’t!” He yells over the music and you shrug “I don’t heal as fast as werewolves so as long as i keep drinking i won’t be sober!” You yell back downing your drink “you you going to drink that?” You ask and Stiles shakes his head “no, I need to be sober and make sure you don’t do anything reckless” he sighs and you shrug downing his drink then you take his hand and pull him onto the dance floor

Your eyes glow a supernatural yellow as you dance with stiles pressing your body close since you have no sober brain to yell at you that stiles Is straight and doesn’t like you like this “(y/n)! You’re eyes!” He yells and you shrug “everyone will think they’re contacts! Chill out!” You yell and laugh

He sighs and pulls you off to the stairs ignoring your whines and protests “hey! I was having fun!” You yell as he sits you down then plant’s himself next to you “you were gonna get yourself exposed!” He yells and you huff and look away your eyes fading back to normal

He sighs and rubs your back “this isn’t the way to deal with you dad” he says in your ear so he doesn’t have to yell, you shiver feeling his breath brush your ear and look at him “I just want to forget” you say back just loud enough for him to hear, looking done at his lips you realise how close you two are “fuck it” you mutter and slide forwards crashing your lips to his

He pulls away and sighs “you’re drunk (y/n) you’re not thinking properly” he says and you frown “I may be drunk but i know what I want, come on don’t you like me back?” You ask “you let me hold your hand and you didn’t freak out when you woke up to me cuddle up to you and you let me borrow your shirt” you gesture to his flannel that’s tied around your waste “I don’t know how I feel about you, but this is a conversation for sober people” he sighs and grabs his keys “here go wait in my jeep, I’ll tell Scott you need to go home” he says and holds up his keys you take them and tilt your head “one of your keys is glowing” you show him the key with a glowing fingerprint

He takes them back and nods “why are my keys glowing?” He asks himself but you know the answer “um theres a thing, I can’t remember it’s name but it’s in a lot of stuff like our teeth, fingers, this paint stuff like that. It reacts to UV light and glows” you explain with a crocked smile “I pay attention in science.” He nods and looks closer at his key “how did I get it on my key?” He questions and you shrug “I don’t know? Have you been handling chemicals?” You ask not knowing another way it’d get on there “no I don’t-” he pauses then gets up “I’m sorry, I’ve got to go. Find Scott or Kira and stay close to them please.” He walks away then quietly walks back with a water bottle “and drink all of that! Please all of it!” He yells as he’s walking away

You pout and unscrew the lid of your water drinking a quarter then screwing it back up “I hate water” you mutter to yourself then get up in search of your friends, you spot Allison and Issac but don’t approach since it looks like they’re about to fuck so you decide to try and find someone else

You walk outside onto the balcony fo try and find someone and you do find someone Lydia but she’s on the floor “oh god! Someone help!” You yell and rush to her side, luckily Danny and one of the twins was close and heard so they run out “what happened?” Danny asks and you shrug “I don’t know just found her, but she’s freezing” you say holding her close hoping your higher body temperature will help “help me get her inside” you say looking at who you think is Aiden he nods and you both carry her inside with Danny clearing the way, you walk over to a heater and kneel down “I’ll go find a blanket” Danny says and runs off

You look down at Lydia who is still shivering “how did this happen” you whisper holding her close trying to keep her as warm as possible “they came out of the dark” she says weakly and it’s then you notice a backwards five behind her ear “look at this” you mutter to Aiden, he kneels down and to look then looks at you “what is it?” He questions “I have no idea.” You mutter and sigh

Not soon after the music cuts out and someone is yelling for everyone to get out, by the way his voice booms your guessing it’s a werewolf or supernatural creature of some kind it makes everyone leave most of them running out, Danny comes back as you and Aiden are helping Lydia up “get her out of here” he says and hands her to Danny “find Scott” Lydia says weakly as Danny leads her out

You see Allison, Isaac helping Ethan walk in from one side then Scott and Kira come in from another you walk over to the latter two seeing the shadowy figures with the creepy sliver masks dotted around the room, you stay close to Kira ready to protect her

“Guys they’re all looking at me” Aiden says after they all turn in sync towards him, they take to steps forward closer to him “why are they all looking at me” he says sounding more panicked the closer they get

Scott and the Stranger run and attack the shadow figures while you stay in front of Kira needing to make sure she has protection

The shadow monsters seem unbeatable as the two werewolves fight them, they both get thrown the floor so Isaac steps up and flicks out his claws one of the monsters turns to him and pulls a sword from his chest and does some tricks showing his skill making Isaac just step back, honestly it’s a smart move

They walk over to Aiden, two hold his arms while a third holds his face while it’s eyes glow like fireflies, they let go and he falls to the ground unconscious they then turn to Scott whose standing a few feet in front of me and Kira, he turns back to look at her she she looks scared, I can’t blame her with all she’s seen today

I grab her hand and squeeze it so she knows I’m here and I’m not gonna let anything happen to her neither is Scott but before the shadow creatures can get any closer the sun comes up and they evaporate in a could of black dust

Ethan runs over to his twin to make sure he’s alright “what the hell were those things?” Scott questions hoping someone will have answers, Isaac looks at Allison and says “your dad’s 24 hours are up.” She frowns and looks away

#stiles stilinski x male!reader #stiles stilinski x reader #teen wolf x reader #mccall pack x reader

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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 3 years

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helloooooo!! can i request some headcanons for the demon brothers with a MC that is Non Binary but is afab and insecure about being afab and doesnt feel like they are Non Binary. platonic or romantic either one is fine. thank you. also Jaehee is a Queen period.

I haven’t had Mystic Messenger installed on my phone for like a year and this blog is mostly, if not exclusively Obey Me rn, but I refuse to change my url because it remains true. Jaehee is the best and deserves the world <3

Also don’t mind me casually throwing in some Devildom/Celestial Realm gender headcanons as an intro~

Warnings: Mentions of gender dysphoria, internalized transphobia, insecurity gang rise up. I’ll try and keep it more general since this is meant to be a comfort/fluff piece.

The Brothers With an Insecure (AFAB) Nonbinary MC

As a whole, the Devildom doesn’t really do traditional gender. The variety in demons’ and fallen angels’ appearances makes for such a diversity of body types that markers of femininity and masculinity are easier to disregard. It’s commonplace to provide one’s pronouns along with their name when meeting someone new, and any changes in a demon’s presentation are noted with little more fanfare than a new haircut.

Even angels don’t really get preoccupied with gender: in fact, as MC discovered one day while talking with Luke and Simeon, most barely grasp the concept of what a gender is. Simeon had mentioned that this occasionally resulted in him forgetting the genders of his characters, resulting in TSL being extremely popular among transgender and nonbinary fandom communities.

But MC is not from the Devildom, nor are they from the Celestial Realm. They’re from the human world, with its reductive views on bodies, presentation, and identity. A year in the Devildom can’t erase a lifetime of cissexism.

Some days, it wears on them more than others.

Lucifer

Lucifer is always aware when MC’s self image starts wavering

As someone who has fought tooth and nail to remain true to himself, he understands the struggle of facing resistance to this

But the idea of it coming from within is somewhat foreign to him

Nonetheless, he’ll do anything within his power to make MC feel better

Will calmly, but firmly assert that MC is the only one who can determine their identity

It’s not about how they were born or raised, but who they know themself to be deep down

If it’s their gender dysphoria making them feel invalid, he’ll try and minimize it however he can

Need a different RAD uniform? No problem. Worried about being perceived a certain way? Anyone who stares at MC for too long or even dares to make a comment about their presentation is getting the Lucifer Death Glare.

Physical/body dysphoria? The Devildom has tons of temporary and permanent solutions for that, they can try whatever they’d like

It is vital for the success of the exchange program that all the students feel comfortable and well-accommodated

Also MC is very dear to him and he hates to see them suffering

Mammon

As soon as he notices MC is upset, he is READY TO FITE

Who’s been messing with them?!

What? They don’t feel like they’re really nonbinary? Are they questioning again, or—

Oh. Oh…

Well that’s stupid! What do you mean you don’t “look nonbinary”?! What’s there to look like? Humans are so weird about this stuff, look: you want to know what someone’s deal is, you ask! And their answer? That’s it! End of story, there ya go!

It’s not so simple in the human world, MC tries to explain

Mammon huffs and mumbles something about how it should be, but he can see this avenue isn’t making MC feel better

It seems whatever junk ideas the human world has about gender really gets into people’s heads…

Well, whenever Mammon wants to take his mind off of something, he opts for something exciting! Hitting the casino, making new plans that’ll definitely work this time, maybe even try and pull a prank on one of his brothers…?

But if MC just wants to cuddle and watch some mindless TV or play video games he doesn’t mind doing that either…

Leviathan

Levi knows, without fault, every single TSL characters’ pronouns and identities, if and how they change through the series, and between different media adaptations

He can (and will) list all the nonbinary characters like a gender Pokemon Rap, with special attention on those who match MC’s presentation and/or AGAB

(Not that AGAB is essential or even always available information, but dysphoria is not a rational creature, and Levi is very familiar with irrational emotions)

Would MC say that any of these characters aren’t really nonbinary because of how they look or how they started out? Then why are they any different?

But if something about their appearance is really bothering them, he might have a solution

Cosplay

Well, sort of

Crossplayers use all sorts of techniques to masculinize or feminize their appearance when necessary, and Levi’s pretty familiar with most of them

So if MC wants to try some out to see if it makes them feel more comfortable, he wouldn’t mind showing them! You know… if they’re… interested…

Also double-checks to make sure it’s okay that he calls them his “Henry” and assures them that it’s about the character’s role and personality, and not some sort of gender-based comparison

Unless... they like the comparison? andwouldliketocosplayasHenrytohisLordofShadows??

Satan

Who said this to you, MC.

Names. Now.

Boy gets frothing mad when MC explains it’s a societal and cultural problem, not an individual one, that fuels their insecurity.

If they don’t want to hear an hour long rant about the rich history of human gender expression and identity, they need to cut him off fast

If he could maim the concept of transphobia, he would

But alas, this is not a problem that can be solved (entirely) with violence

So he has to find other ways to show his support

Ask him about any notable trans, nonbinary, or otherwise gender nonconforming figures from human or demon history. He’ll happily tell MC all about them.

But, at the end of the day? In his opinion, there’s one person that shines above the rest

Someone who braved the longest odds, who persisted against the fiercest enemies and even turned them into their closest friends

Who saw others at their worst and sought to bring out the best in them…

*stage whispers* He’s talking about you

If there’s anyone who’s going to believe in the right to self determination and the irrelevance of your origins to your present identity, it’s Satan

And if anyone ever does try to tell MC that their doubts about themself are true?

Just give him their name and don’t ask questions

Asmodeus

So they’re worried about being too feminine? Is there such a thing?

If that’s the case, they can be “too feminine” together

Asmo’s gender nonconformity has earned him praise all throughout his life, so the idea of being ashamed of such a thing is alien to him

But he does know what it’s like to have an audience who expects a specific image from you

And the fear of disappointing them

But gender isn’t a performance

Well, it is, sometimes, poor choice of words: but it’s a performance for you

Asmo presents the way he does because it’s what makes him happy, same with the rest of the brothers

MC shouldn’t be any different

If they’re looking for a more masculine wardrobe or just want a change of pace, he’ll happily help them find clothes that make them feel more comfortable, but his main concern is that they know they’re free to wear what they’d like, act how they’d like, and it doesn’t change who they are

Whatever image they want to make of themself, he can get them there, but only if it’s because they want it, not because it’s what they think they’re supposed to be like, okay?

Beelzebub

When MC first confesses to Beel that they feel like they’re not really nonbinary because of their body, he kinda looks around and gestures as if to say “really? Down here?”

Has MC ever noticed that RAD doesn’t have gendered sports teams?

Yeah, if they separated people by something as irrelevant as gender or Diavolo forbid, sex, people would get seriously injured or worse

There are so many ways to be a man or a woman or a nonbinary person, and they’re not always what you’d expect

Some of Beel’s best teammates and scariest opponents look and act nothing like you’d expect them to

If they’re feeling disconnected from their body, Beel is totally down to work out with them, keep them grounded in all the good their body does for them and that they can do for it

And yes, also the good food their body lets them experience

He also definitely reaches out and gives their hand a lil squeeze if he ever notices them feeling down while they’re out together

He cares for them a lot and just wants them to be happy at the end of the day

Belphegor

Oh yeah, that’s one of the stupidest things about the human world

Belphie remembers being mistaken for a woman a lot when he used to visit the human world, and how confused he was when people got into such a tizzy over his gender

Why waste all that energy on something that doesn’t matter? If you must know, just ask the person and be done with it

It doesn’t matter what they look like

MC is MC

If they say they’re nonbinary, that’s good enough for him

If they don’t want to be touched, especially in certain places tiddy pillow naps, he might get pouty, but he’s all bark and no bite, he’ll respect their wishes

His approach to making MC feel better is more geared towards normalizing their identity

If he accepts it as a fact, then maybe they’ll catch on that people will respect them if they know what’s good for them?

Also, if they hear him mumbling about correct pronouns and punching transphobes in his sleep… No they didn’t. He’s not dreaming about them, he swears...

#obey me #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me shall we date #om:swd #mine #my writing #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #tldr; they all love and support you!!!

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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In Name Only - Part 15

A/N: Hello friends, I’m so excited to share another chapter of INO with you! I hope you still love it as much as I do! As always, feedback and comments are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged, let me know. xx

Pairing: Oberyn Martell x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7.8k

Warnings: mentions of violence and injury

IN NAME ONLY SERIES MASTERLIST

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He looked peaceful. Almost angelic. If you didn’t know that he was hurt you’d almost enjoy the view. But you couldn’t. All you could was remind yourself that he was in this position because of you. The guilt was already eating away at you, consuming your every thought, every fiber of your being.

No one had said anything to you about blaming you or attempting to hold you accountable for the actions of your brother and therefore your family. No one gave you dirty looks nor were hushed words exchanged just out of your earshot. No; your family, Dorne, wasn’t anything like that. Here they knew that you had nothing to do with your brother’s decisions nor should be held accountable for them.

But it didn’t work to alleviate your guilt. Oberyn wouldn’t be in this position if it hadn’t been for you. Nothing would have happened to him if he hadn’t married you. That knowledge alone was enough to drag you down and sink you into a river of guilt. How would Oberyn ever forgive you? How would you ever forgive yourself?

Sighing heavily you placed the rag back into the basin that was filled with warm water, wringing it out slowly before gently bringing it back to his face and wiping away the sweat that was beading up on his forehead due to the fever that was still hanging on. You hoped it would break soon….otherwise you weren’t sure what you would do.

The Maester had attended well to him, making sure his wounds were all patched up and that the infection in the wound on his side hadn’t spread beyond the point of return.

Not it was just a wait and see game. It was the worst game you had ever played. All you wanted was for him to wake up so you could atone for what you considered your sins, and to tell him how much you loved him. Even if he cast you off into exile, you wanted just one more chance to tell him how much you loved him. You’d never forgive yourself if you weren’t able to tell him.

“My lady,” Jeron opened the door to your chambers slowly, coming in with a gentle look on his face. Looking up at him, you offered up the best little smile you could muster. You were sure it was probably nothing more than a grimace, but couldn’t be bothered to try harder as you tossed the rag back into the basin and slumped back into the chair you had next to his bed. The other man swooped in and sat down on his own chair that he had placed on the other side of the bed.

“Jeron,” his name fell off your lips in more of a statement than anything else, but you were much too tired to care, “how is everything faring?”

“Fine,” he said as he placed his elbows on his knees, face perched on his clasped hands as he watched you closely. He’d been taking over Oberyn’s normal duties and any that you had, helping Doran to keep everything running smoothly. You hadn’t left your husband’s side for more than a few moments since his chaotic return. Once the initial shock and surprise had calmed down, things had gone back to relatively normal. If you weren’t here at his side and doing everything in your power to help him however you could, you would have thought life was normal. You wished it was.

“You’re thinking much too loudly,” you sighed as you leaned back in your chair, making sure to grab Oberyn’s hand and hold it tightly in yours. You tried to convey whatever love you could through the simple touch, “out with it. I am not in the mood to beat around the bush.”

“You need to leave this room,” he insisted and your eyes narrowly immediately, but before you could say anything else, he held up his hand to keep you from saying anything else, “you haven’t bathed, eaten, seen the daylight, or anyone else for days. It’s not good to remain in solitude here by yourself.”

“I am not…” you couldn’t deny that he was right. You’d barely left the room in the event that he stirred, woke up, anything. You wanted to be there for him. Wiping at your tired eyes you gave him a small nod of acknowledgement, “I know. But I don’t want...what if something happens?”

“He won’t be alone,” he promised gently, “someone will be at his side at all times.”

“I want it to be me,” you pouted, giving Oberyn a quick glance, “he...I need to be here for him.”

“I know,” he promised, “Oberyn knows but you need to take care of yourself as well. It won’t do anyone any good if the lady of the house is not able to function.

“I am fine,” you insisted, although you were starting to question that as well. But you just...you just couldn’t leave him, “it’s fine. Please just...keep attending to his duties and I will care for him.”

“Please-”

“Jeron, I know you mean well. Truly,” you said quietly before hanging your head and letting a long, heavy exhale, “but please. I just...just do this for me.”

“As you wish,” he agreed, a frown on his face that suggested he wanted nothing more than to say something else. But he knew better than to argue with you, “let me know if you need anything.”

“I will,” you whispered softly once he was gone, leaving you alone with Oberyn. You reached down and ran a hand through his tangled curls, “revenge, vengeance...blood. I will have it. Mark my words, my love, I will have it all for you.”

»»————-　♡　————-«

“If I were not afraid to see my husband’s side I would tear him from limb to limb myself, Jeron,” it was another day of isolation as you sat in solitude with Oberyn. There was venom was dripping from your voice with every word. You were practically vibrating in your seat with anger, only remaining calm to make sure you weren’t squeezing Oberyn’s hand too harshly. Jeron sat across from you, on Oberyn’s other side, his brow furrowed deeply in concentration, “I will make him pay for what he has done. I do not care if he is flesh and blood. He is no family to me.”

“I do not think you should act in haste,” he said quietly as your mouth dropped open at the sheer mention that you should wait to retaliate, “you should act cautiously. It does not do well to-”

“He attacked Oberyn!” you almost shouted at him, “he was going to kill him given the chance! He almost did - he would have succeeded had it not been for you! Do you think I am going to let him get away with this in silence? That I will pretend nothing has happened?”

“I would not-”

“I will make myself a Bolton if it means I can flay him alive just as they would,” the anger and rage that had been building up the past few days were suddenly spilling over all you could see was red. Someone was going to pay - that someone was the man that did this himself. You still couldn’t believe your brother would something like this. You had had have a mind to believe it was all your mother’s doing anyway; your brother tended to be half wit anyway, “I will flay them all, I do not care.”

“You speak out of anger,” Jeron gave you a sharp look as you shrugged in exasperation, “I understand that you’re mad-”

“Furious.”

“Furious,” he corrected himself, “we all are. But we cannot just respond in kind. They will get what they deserve. It is not our duty to dole out justice, but too facilitate it.”

“Oberyn-”

“Would not want to act out like this and strike at first opportunity,” he insisted, and you knew he was right. He had known your husband for him many years, and he knew him almost as well as you did, even more so still in some aspects, “he would want you to think about every step you are taking carefully. It would not do well to incite a war.”

“The King would side with us,” you insisted firmly, “as would the Queen. The siblings know that Dorne has almost supported them, and the would not deny us their support in return."

“But the Reach still has much command too,” he reminded you, “your family has many loyal allies.”

“They are not my family,” you insisted sharply, “Oberyn is my family. The Martells are. You are. All of Dorne. The Beesburys are no family of mine anymore. They have made that crystal cllear.”

“Aye,” he agreed, letting out a long sigh and hanging his head, “but as one of your husband’s advisors, it is my duty to advise you as well. Especially since he is not able to right now. Let things settle. Wait till Oberyn is well again and then we go from there.”

A heavy, thick silence hung over the two of you for a moments as you stared into his dark eyes. You wanted to argue and fight with him, but you were well aware that his claim had merit.

“Fine-”

But before you could say anything else, you heard a soft mumbling and stirring coming from the head of the bed. The hand in yours fluttered slightly and a small gasp left your lips as you turned to look at Oberyn. He hadn’t done much, besides occasionally shifting in his sleep for nearing a week. You hoped this was a good sign.

“Go-go fetch the Maester!” you practically shouted at Jeron as he jumped up and ran over to the door, practically barreling it down in his haste. You clutched his hand more tightly in yours, lacing your fingers through his as you moved closer to him. Dropping to your knees, you rested your elbows near the edge of the bed, all the whole refusing to let go of his hand.

“Oberyn,” you whispered softly, your voice hoarse and cracking. You were thoroughly parched and starving, having barely left Oberyn’s side in the past two weeks. You refused to move in case something, anything, happened, leaving only when you absolutely needed. You hadn’t slept much either, too consumed with worry and guilt, and the faint bits of your revenge were consuming your every thought. At this rate you probably didn’t look much better than Oberyn. But at least you weren’t suffering...physically anyway. When he didn’t seem to move or do anything further, you let a long sigh.

Reaching over gently, you touched his cheek, trailing your fingers over the stubble that had grown due to this lack of shaving before raking your fingers through his mused curls. He’d been growing his hair out more lately and curled beautifully, making the perfect addition to his already handsome face. You desperately hoped you would get to see that wonderful smile beaming back at you soon.

“My love," you said softly, trying not to cry at his lack of response. You thought this meant...surely he would be coming to any day. The waiting was going to drive you mad. You prayed to every god, old and new, those of religions foreign to you, and yet nothing. You were growing desperate. You couldn’t face a world alone without your husband now that you knew what life was like. Now that you knew what love was like. He was but just yours, and already threatening to leave your side, “please wake up. Please. I am begging you with every fiber of my being. I will...will do whatever it takes to have you look at me again with those beautiful eyes. To hear my name fall from your sweet lips. Anything for you, my moon and stars. Please.”

A gentle knock came at the door and quickly wiped away the warm, salty tears that had rolled your cheeks. Standing up you beckoned the kind Maester, watching as Jeron closed the door after her. Coming to Oberyn’s side, she studied him for a moment before a weary look crossed her features. You didn’t like this at all, “he hasn’t woken?”

“No,” your voice was despondent as you shook your head and looked back down at his still form. If it weren’t for the gentle movement of his chest, you could have easily thought he was...no. You weren’t even going to let that thought cross your mind, “he appeared to be stirring, but I suppose it must have been nothing.”

“Have his dressings been changed?” she asked, pulling the blanket off of his top half and pulling the light tunic up. She pulled back the carefully applied bandages and studied the slowly healing wound. He was lucky, she had said upon her initial inspection, that the infection seemed mostly superficial and hadn’t spread into his blood. If it had, he would have been long gone before he even made it back to you. Now it was just a game of waiting and making sure the egregious wound healed properly. He was okay - but he wasn’t quite out of the woods yet.

“We’ve been keeping them changed and cleaning out the wound. It seems to be healing...right?”

She turned to give you a weak smile, but nodded nonetheless which set your heart at ease ever so slightly. You knew she wouldn’t lie to you, “yes. It’s making good progress. All we can do is keep it clean and make sure the dressings are changed. The rest of the lacerations are almost healed and his fever broke. The worst may be over, but we must still keep a close eye on him.”

“Of course,” you insisted and Jeron murmured his commitment as well, “we’ll do whatever it takes.”

“I know you will,” she acknowledged softly, “but if you don’t mind, Lady Martell, might we have a private word?”

Immediately you looked back down at Oberyn, wanting to remain behind and stay at his side. But Jeron offered you a kind smile, and jerked his head in the direction of the Maester. Five minutes, you mentally promised yourself, what was going to happen in five minutes?

“Yes,” you agreed, following her out of the quiet and solemn bed chambers and into the ones at the other end of the hall that had once belonged to you but were now empty once again, “is everything okay?”

“I know you are close to Ser Jeron, but I figured you might want privacy in this matter anyway,” she shut the door gently and leaned against the intricately carved wood, “I do hope you forgive my indiscretion and timing...but I wanted to follow up on our last visit.”

“Our last vis...oh,” you ran a hand through your disheveled hair before sitting down on the edge of the bed. It had seemed like forever ago, practically another lifetime ago, but you remembered it all very clearly, “I completely forgot. With everything going on…”

“As I almost did too,” she came over and sat down next to you, “I probably shouldn’t bring it up at such a delicate time. I apologize-”

“I’m not some fragile little thing made of glass,” you promised her, “I can handle whatever you tell me. Timing in life is rarely perfect, I find...but here we are. We must make due with what we have.”

“Indeed we must,” she gently reached over and gave your leg a squeeze, exhaling sharply through her nose, “women have been the backbone of society for all time it seems. We must bear so much and are awarded so little.”

“Not here,” you insisted, “not in Dorne. Things are different here thankfully. We are respected as we are.”

“It is fortunate to be a Dornish woman,” she agreed, “by blood or choice.”

“It is fortunate in my case to have a husband that has given me the choice,” she picked at a loose thread on the edge of the velveteen blanket, bracing yourself for what was to come. You already knew the answer, you were sure of it, “I feel as though you are skirting around the issue at hand. Please - speak freely, as I have told you, I have already settled on my fate.”

She was silent for a long moment before she reached over and put an arm around your shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head. It was just a simple action, but left you feeling warm from inside out; such moments of maternal kindness were not lost on you. Pausing for a moment, she almost seemed to struggle with the words before getting them out, “I...I am very sorry, my lady. It appears that…”

“As I suspected,” you stopped her before she could go on. You’d already settled this in your mind...but why did it still cause your heart to ache and hurt? Almost as if you were yearning for something that you’d never even had, “it is of no matter. The Prince and I already...we already....it is fine.”

“But please, remember, that these tests are old fashioned and they don’t necessarily amount to much and there’s always a chance it will happen-”

“Please, Selsa, you don’t need to say anything,” you tried to keep your emotions in check and not let more tears well up. No. You knew this was your reality. You just hadn’t known it was going to hurt this much, “everything will be fine. Just please tell me...Oberyn. Realistically...will he…”

“I do not think you have a thing to worry about,” she insisted firmly, and your heart felt slightly lighter again, “he is strong and healthy. It will take more than a poor attempt on his life to take out the Red Viper. He just needs to heal. He’s doing it slowly, but he will do it. The worst is behind us.”

“Thank the gods,” you murmured softly, hiding your face in your hands, “or whatever is out there. I just...I want him to be okay.”

“And he will,” she promised, “I am sure it is partly your doing. Remaining by his side, speaking to him, holding his hand - he can feel it, hear you even.”

“Then I will remain by his side until the moment his eyes open again,” you promised, “I won’t leave his side ever again.”

»»————-　♡　————-«

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep, you really hadn’t. But as the night wore on, your eyes grew heavier and heavier, a mixture of exhaustion and various other things causing you to finally succumb to sleep. You’d been reading one of the many books from Oberyn’s shelves, only half heartedly paying attention as you flicked your attention back to him every seconds. You’d gone through many pages but you weren’t sure if you’d actually absorbed much of anything. The book softly tumbled from your lap and onto the floor, landing with a dull thumb as your head pulled to the side.

You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep, but eventually you were stirred from your light slumber, a distant voice softly calling the sound of your name. But you were tired, so tired, and didn’t want to open your tired eyes. You pouted and made a small sound, refusing to oblige, wanting nothing more than to keep sleeping. You’d been so reluctant to do it at first and now you wanted nothing more than a good long rest. The voice was persistent though, almost to a fault, but the next time you heard your name, your eyes almost snapped open as you almost fell off the chair.

A small sound of sheer excitement left your lips as you found Oberyn looking back at you, his bleary eyes open, the softest of smiles tugging on the corners of his mouth.

“Oberyn,” it was a soft sound, almost a plea as you stared at him, hardly believing that it was actually real. You dropped to your knees and leaned as close to him as possible, reaching over and gently stroking his face. A few tears rolled down your face as you stared back down at him, hardly believing your eyes, “Oberyn. My love, please tell me this is not a dream…”

“It is no dream,” he promised, his own voice hoarse and throat dry as he reached for your hand and placed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “I’m right here, my sweet girl.”

“Oberyn,” you leaned over and placed a gentle kiss to his lips as you held onto his hand for dear life. You couldn’t even believe your eyes as you stared back at him, his soft, brown eyes gentle as they took you in. He reached up and delicately wiped your tears again, “I was so, so worried. I-I thought…”

“Shh,” he was so soft and gentle in his tone and touch, that it made your heart melt all over again, “there is no reason to dwell on the past. You are here, I am here, that is all that matters.”

“Oberyn,” you repeated softly, nuzzling your nose against his, as you tried to convince yourself that this was real, this wasn’t some sort of fantasy. He was awake and you were able to touch him and speak to him once again, “I love you. I love you so much.”

“And I love you,” he replied, ghosting his lips over your face as he peppered it in soft kisses. His lips were dry and chapped, but still so soft and gentle, “I couldn’t have asked for anything better than waking up the prettiest face I have ever seen.”

“You’re a fool,” you laughed at him, a small, strangled almost pitiful sound. You were so relieved, so thankful to have him back. You couldn’t believe it had finally happened.

“A fool for you,” he smiled meekly as you perched on the bed next to him, one hand holding his and the other touching his face, scratching at his scalp and smoothing his mussed curls, “I’ve missed you.”

“Oberyn,” you laughed through your tears, “oh by the gods, I’ve missed you so much, my moon and stars. You don't know how happy I am. To see your eyes, to hear your voice, to see you again.”

“I was always coming back,” he whispered, his eyes slowly getting heavy again from exhaustion, “always coming back to you, sunshine.”

“I know, my love,” you kissed his forehead gently, “rest now, as much as you need.”

“Will you stay?”

“I’m never leaving your side again, Oberyn,” you promised, “never ever.”

»»————-　♡　————-«

"Tell me if its too hot, too cold, too anything, my love," you put your hands ever so lightly on his broad shoulders, slowly starting to strip him of the linen tunic he had sporting. He gladly obliged, lifting his arms up, wincing slightly at the pain in his side. You placed a delicate kiss on his lips before repeating the same actions with his trousers, letting them pool at his feet.

"You spoil this old man," he said as he took your hand and slowly settled into the steaming tub, leaning against the edge as you sat down next to him, perched at his side. He reached up a wet hand and quickly found yours, taking it gently in his.

"You are not an old man," you scolded him gently, "and I'm only giving you what you deserve."

"And more than," he insisted, "for clearly I could never be worthy of you."

"Shush," you insisted, reaching for the oils and powders that the Maester insisted you add to the water. She swore it was an ancient remedy that actually helped to aid the body in healing. You trusted her and at this point you were willing to try anything, "you may not be an old man, but you are a fool. You are more than worthy and I will hear nothing to the contrary."

He remained silent as he watched you worked, but his smile was brighter than the sun as he beamed at you. How he got so lucky to have you, he would never understand. You hummed under your breath ever so quietly, a little lullaby he recognized from his own childhood. He watched you work with such caution, his own heart melting at your care.

"How does it feel?" you asked after a few minutes, inhaling the sweet scent of the oils that were now mixed into the water. He made a small sound of content as he leaned back and you ran a hand through his hand curls. He keened into your touch as you settled next to him, grabbing a clean cloth to help wash his body.

"Good," he promised, his hand quickly finding your wrist and gripping it gently, but still firmly, "will you do me a favor, sweet girl?"

"Oberyn?" you asked, your breath hitched into your throat as he trailed a line of kisses to the soft skin of your inner arm, "w-what can I do for you?"

"Will you get in? With me?" he was almost timid as he nodded towards the other end of the tub. A flush of warmth immediately spread through you as you stared at the steaming water. You had no real reason to be nervous or shy, the man was your husband and has seen in much more compromising positions before, but something about this felt surprisingly intimate, "join me."

"Are you sure?" your voice was barely above a voice as you stirred the water slightly. He reached up and put a hand under your chin, delicately tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

"Yes, of course," he promised as you melted under his gaze. Giving him a small, affirmative nod, you rose to your full height, stretching lightly, relishing in the feel of the popping of your joints. After having been hunching in the small chair for the better part of the two weeks, your body had become sore and tight. His gaze was intent on as you reached for the fabric at your waist and slowly started to tug your shift dress off. After you pulled it over your head, you let it fall to the floor, joining his discarded clothes.

Despite the fact that you’d been bare before him on many occasions now, this felt different. Just as intimate as all the other times, but it felt special in its own way. His honeyed gaze roamed your body as he beckoned for you to join him, “you are so beautiful, my sweet girl.”

“And you are a foolish man, under the delirium of the remnants of your ailments,” you teased before slowly moving to the edge of the tub, lifting your leg and slowly sinking into the hot water. It felt like heaven on your skin, and a small sound of content, almost a little moan escaped your lips as you let the water get up to your chin. Settling on the other side of the wooden tub, you brought your knees to your chest, not wanting to take up too much of the space. You remained silent for a few moments, already lost in your own thoughts, but Oberyn quickly captured your attention back to you by flicked a small splash of water at you. It caught you off guard, but you broke into a fit of giggles nonetheless, “Oberyn!”

“Oops,” he teased, shooting you a wink as you did right back to him, “don’t start a fight you can’t finish.”

“Is that a challenge, my sweet prince?” you raised an eyebrow at him as he just innocently shrugged his shoulders. This was nice, and you wished every moment could be as easy and effortless as this. It was the first time you’d truly laughed in weeks, “I’ll take mercy on you since you are still weak, and it would not be fair to you.”

“A most kind and gentle wife you are,” he said softly. You made a small sound of acknowledgement before leaning back and relaxing, your knees still pulled close to you, “what’s wrong, sweet girl? You’re thinking much too loudly.”

“Nothing, my love,” you said quickly, too quickly, and sat up slightly, his inquisitive eyes suggesting that he did not believe you in the slightest.

“I am many things, but I am not a fool,” he reminded you as you nodded, gnawing on your bottom lip. His touch was gentle as he reached over, his large hand delicately finding your cheek. Gods, you wished you could capture this moment forever. Nothing ever felt as warm and lovely as it did when he touched you, “you can tell me anything. You know this. First - you need to relax.”

He put his hands behind the backs of your knees and slowly stretched them out so they were spread around his. Taking your hands in hands, he laced your fingers together for a moment before placing your arms lazily on the edges, encouraging you to completely relax. You were surprised by his actions at first, but quickly acquiesced and did your best to comply.

“Happy?” you asked as you lulled your head back and closed you eyes, and tried not to completely lose it over how close you were to him, how warm and wonderful his skin felt against yours.

“Almost,” he mirrored your position, his tired and drained body already feeling so much better. He wondered if it was due to the healing process, or if it was more due to your presence. Although a man of intelligence and science, he couldn’t help but think it was due to you more than anything else. Whatever the reason, he was glad to finally be awake and able to get back to life, slowly but surely, “one more thing will make me happier…”

“Whatever is it, my prince?”

“Tell me what’s on your mind, my sweet girl,” he insisted and you stiffened for just a moment.

"Truly, it is nothing," you shook your head trying to get him get him off the subject that was on your mind. He was still recovering and didn't need to add anything else to his plate, "I am-"

"You are not just tired," he arched an eyebrow at you, and you internally groaned. Sometimes he was perceptive to a fault. He sat up and looked at you, crooking a finger to have you do the same. Slowly you did so, sitting up so you were mere inches from him. He pressed his forehead against yours, letting out a long breath before kissing your forehead, and then your nose, and stopping at your lips, "please tell what's causing you such woe, my sunshine."

"A week after Arianne returned and you had not returned, I grew worried," you admitted and you could see him visibly stiffen, "there was no word from you and I just...couldn't stand the idea of something happening to you. I want to Doran and demanded answers. At first he didn't want to say anything...but eventually he told me.”

"What did my brother tell you?" he reached up and traced a few fingers our your features. You shrugged at first, but quickly decided not to try and lie or beat around the bush.

"H-he told me you went to Old Town," you confessed, letting out a long breath. He gaze shifted to one of concern as he put a hand under your chin and tilted your face up to meet his. His soft, dark eyes were soft and filled with concern.

"What do you know of Old Town?"

"That it is home of the Citadel," you said and he nodded, "and many, many brothels. My home...well former home, was near there and I always heard all the stories."

"You are indeed correct on both accounts," he agreed quietly as you just nodded, unable to keep a tear from rolling down your cheek. He made a small sound in the back of his throat before gently wiping the tear away, "what's wrong?"

"I feel so foolish..." you admitted, "I know we always agreed on the fact that we are allowed to seek solace and comfort in others, but I just...I didn't expect it. I just...I want you to be happy, no matter. Even if that is not always in my arms."

"What?" he asked, concern coloring his expression he gently took your face in his hands, "do you think I went to a brothel? Do you think I went and spent nights in the company of others?"

"I just...I thought...it is not my place to be angry about such a thing. If that is what you desire then-"

"Listen to me, my love," he gently brought a finger to your lips, effectively quieting you down, "I did not step foot into a brothel, nor did I have any desire to. I swear it on my life."

"Oh," you felt warmth rising up in your skin as you suddenly felt like a complete fool. You should have known better, known better than to fall victim to rumors and gossip. You should have known and trusted that your husband would do no such thing without telling you first, "oh."

"If the day ever comes to where I even have such thoughts, you will be the first to know. I would do nothing without your knowledge," he looked to make sure you understood and you nodded gently, suddenly feeling like a large weight had been lifted from your shoulders, "you never have to worry about anything. You are my wife, my love, my sunshine. You never have to worry or doubt my love or devotion to you."

"I love you," you whispered softly, "I'm sorry I ever questioned or doubted you, Oberyn."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, he said softly, "your concerns and feelings are always valid."

"Can I just..." you paused as you reached up and touched his cheek, causing him to keen into your touch, "what took you into Old Town?"

"I went to the Citadel," he stated simply, "to see the Maesters that once that taught me. Nothing very exciting...I went to get some books as well, I found some I thought you might like."

"Me?" it was a broken little whisper as you looked at him with the largest, softest eyes, a smile tugging on your features. Oberyn melted at the sight as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"Yes," he insisted, "of course you, silly girl. Who else?"

"I love you, Oberyn."

"I love you," he promised as you laid back down and relaxed. Just like that, all your fears and worries were alleviated. You felt silly for even worrying in the first place, "there is...one more thing."

"What is it?" you asked quietly, offering him your full attention.

"Honeyholt," he said softly, "that's where I was when..."

"My brother found you," you finished as he nodded lightly, "you were in Honeyholt...you went there without me...my childhood home. I-I don't understand..."

"It was a multifaceted excursion," he began softly, as you waited for him to go on, "firstly, let me apologize for not being upfront and fully transparent with you. I fully intended on this being a surprise for you."

"Another surprise? For me?" you were incredulous as he just nodded, "whatever for?"

"Must there be a reason, sweet wife?" he asked as you practically beamed at him. He sat back and motioned for you to move towards him. You quirked an eyebrow at him but he just held up both hands and beckoned again for you to closer. Instead, you stuck out your tongue and shook your head, opting to tease him instead, "are you saying no to your prince?"

"I'm saying no to my husband," you giggled as he moved closer to your side of the side of the tub.

"You're saying no to your husband, the Prince?" he asked again as he put his arms on either side of you, moving slowly not exacerbate his injury. He moved closer so he mere inches from you, and could feel his body heat radiating onto you.

"Yes, I suppose I am," you said softly, "what are you going to do about it?"

"I can show you," he whispered softly before pressing his lips against yours in the sweetest of kisses. You grinned against his lips as he offered you a few more pecks, which you eagerly accepted.

"You're going to kiss me until I acquiesce?"

"Is it working?"

"Hmmm," you pretended to shrug your shoulders in contemplation, "might need to give me a few more to find out."

"Gladly," you could feel him smirking against your lips before he slowly worked his way along your jaw and neck, causing you to involuntary moan.

"Oberyn," his name was said with nothing but reverence as your arms snaked around his neck. He dragged his nose along your collarbone before nuzzling against your face.

"Have I won you over?" his voice was low like warm, thick honey as you gnawed on your bottom lip.

"Of course. You always have me, dear husband," you promised, placing a hand on his cheek and tracing over his features gently, "but you must be careful, my moon and stars. You're hurt and I don't want you to make it worse."

"I'm practically healed," he promised, "nothing else will go wrong. I swear it."

"I don't want you to...I don't want to cause more hurt simply because of my desires," your voice was so low he struggled to hear you, but a look of concern caused his brow furrow, "not anymore than you already have been...all because of me."

"What?" he gave you a stunned look as he pulled back and turned your face up to meet his, "you blame yourself for what happened to me?"

"Yes," you blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over, "none of this would have happened to you if I...if I wasn't your wife. Its my fault, my own brother did this to you, Oberyn. I cannot help hut to blame myself for this."

"Shhhhh," he was so gentle as he brushed away your tears and tried to calm you down, "I do not blame you, I do not want you to blame yourself for this."

"You could have-"

"No," he insisted sharply, "that will never happen to me, I swear this to you. I will never leave you, my sunshine."

"Do you promise?" you sniffled.

"I promise," he sounded so sure in himself, so confident that you couldn't help but believe him, "it will take much more than a mere man to take me out of this world and away from you."

“I love you,” you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around him as he held you closed, whispering soft reassurances against the side of your head as he peppered you in kisses, “I should have never doubted you or anything, my moon and stars.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he whispered, “it’s okay. We’re still new at this whole thing…we will figure it all out as we go.”

“Okay,” you pulled back and gave him a small nod, “you swear you’ll always come back to me?”

“Always,” he promised, “always.”

“Good,” you sighed softly as you leaned into his touch, “now will you tell me why you were in Honeyholt?”

“I’m afraid it’s not a very exciting reason,” he laid back down in the tub, pulling you against his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. You were careful to try and avoid the still healing wound. Relaxing into his touch, you rested your head on his shoulder and turned to placed few kisses to his jaw, “I went because I wanted to come back with a few things to surprise you.”

“W-what?”

“I went to inquire about getting some bulbs and seeds from the flowers in your father’s gardens,” he simply said, “I know how much you loved gardening with him. I thought I could bring that here for you, in Dorne. I know the climate is different, but I did some research into which flowers and plants are most suited for the warmer weather.”

Your eyes started to prickle with tears as you reached for his hand and clutched it tightly to your chest. He had done all of that for you.

“Oberyn,” his name fell softly off your lips, “you did that for me?”

“Of course,” he chuckled warmly as he kissed your cheek, “why wouldn’t I?”

“You are everything,” you insisted.

“I’m afraid I was not very successful,” he almost sounded like this was all fault, “your brother only gave me a few things before things went awry...I don’t think he appreciated my presence.”

“I think that is an understatement,” you insisted.

“My other objective was to ask about a possible return to Honeyholt,” he explained, “for you. I know that upon our marriage things with your family didn’t end on the best note, and I was hoping to rectify that. If nothing else, I wanted you to be able to return home for a visit, if you ever so desired.”

“You went there to speak of peace and kindness between our families, and my brother did this to you?” you turned around so you were facing him again, a frown etched deeply onto your features, “my own flesh and blood attempted to murder my husband.”

“You do not know his-”

“I do, Oberyn,” you insisted sharply, “I know. He called our own father a fool on his deathbed, he called me a disgrace because I was not married off as a child bride, he called the Dornish - our people - savages. He is a foul, loathsome person that I harbor no love for. It does not matter that we share the same lineage, the same blood, he is no family of mine. Our ancestors would be horrified by actions - he is a disgrace to the Beesbury name. I say this, and I vow it to be true, but I will never return to Honeyholt. There is nothing left there for me - the last bit of love I harbored for it died along with my father, and Waylar.”

“It does not do well to speak such words out of anger, my sweet girl,” Oberyn could practically feel the fire in your blood as he ran his hands over your back, tracing soft, aimless shapes into the flesh, “do not say something you will regret later because you are angry now.”

“I speak out of anger, yes, but I know I will not take back my words,” you exhaled slowly, “they tried to take you away from me, Oberyn. The only person that has ever loved me in such a way, the only person...I have ever loved so deeply. I do not want a life without you, and that’s what they would so willingly do. If it hadn’t been for Jeron they would have succeeded. I will never, ever forgive them for that. Never.”

“He is family-”

“No,” you quickly cut him off, your hands gently going to his face, “he is not family. Not anymore. None of them. You are family. You, Doran, Arianne, Quentyn, Ellaria, Jeron, all the girls - you are my family. Dorne is my home. Blood does not make a family, love does.”

“And I have an infinite amount of love for you,” he leaned in close, so his nose was brushing against yours, “you know that.”

“I do,” you agreed, “and I you. But I will not forgive him - nothing will change my mind. He will however to atone for his sins and I will-”

“You will do nothing,” he suggested as you pouted at him. You were not a violent, vengeful person, but you didn’t want to let him get away with anything either. He should have to suffer, just like Oberyn did...just like you did, “I know it seems easy and favorable to go and the same right back, but I have learned over the years that that is not the right choice.”

“Am I supposed to sit back and allow this?”

“No, of course not,” he answered and you just arched your brows in question, “we will show him everything he’s missing out on - love, family, happiness. We will thrive. That’s what he does not want. So we shall do everything to prove him wrong.”

You listened and watched him with the utmost adoration as he spoke, overcome with a wave of emotion. This was your husband. The man you loved and the man that loved you. How did you ever get so lucky?

“I love you so much,” you whispered as you hugged him close to your body, wanting to feel as much of him as possible, “you’re right, of course you’re right. I don’t know what I would do without you...I was ready to storm Honeyholt myself and make him pay. I would never have forgiven him.”

“And it will be okay,” he whispered, “my body will heal and we shall carry on with our lives.”

“There is one thing,” you leaned back, kissing the tip of his nose before slowly standing up as you moved to get out of the now lukewarm water. Oberyn leaned on the side of the tub, resting his head on his arms as he watched you with a wistful smile. You grabbed a soft, fluffy towel and wrapped it around yourself before getting another for him.

“And what would that be?” he asked as you leaned to give him a kiss before reaching for his hands to help him up.

“You are never leaving my side again,” you stated firmly, leaving no possibility that it was a demand rather than a question, “wherever you go, I go.”

“That is a hard deal to pass up,” he agreed as he stood to his full height and slowly stretched as you draped the towel around him, “so I will not.”

“I wasn’t aware it was up for debate,” you gave him a pseudo-stern look as he stepped out and you took his hand, “now it’s time to get you clean clothes and back to bed. You need to rest, my prince.”

“And what of you?”

“What of me?”

“You must be exhausted as well,” he said quietly as you shrugged, trying to play it off as though it wasn’t obvious, “come lie with me. I fear I shall not rest unless you are with me.”

“And who is asking? The prince?”

“Your husband,” he whispered softly, “your friend, your confidant, your lover.”

“Then say no more,” you struggled to hold back a yawn as you pulled back the fresh, clean blankets of the bed, wasting no time in getting under them, “come on then, my moon and stars.”

Oberyn quickly joined you, pulling you into his arms before pulling the blankets over both of you, “rest now, sunshine. I will keep you safe and sound.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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mimento-more · 3 years

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Bucky Barnes x Reader – The day that I ruined your life.

(sorry for any mistake, english is not my first language. Gif not mine)

TRIGGERS: mentions of blood, character death, violance.

TYPE: angst.

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“So James tell me, have you had any nightmares recently?” the therapist asked him like every week.

Of course he had nightmares, he killed so many people when he was the Winter Soldier, the feeling of guilt never left him. But recently he had been feeling worst than any other week. Three days from that day will be the anniversary of the death of his soulmate, his beloved, his best friend and unfortunately, his victim too.

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Five years ago…

“Come ‘on Bucky don’t be an asshole, give me that back.” said the girl to the ex sergeant.

“Take it yourself. Oh wait… you seem a little too short to grab it.” Bucky said laughing hard. He and y/n would always do things like that, they annoyed each other so much that the Avengers almost hated them both.

“James Barnes if you don’t give me back my phone I swear-“ she was cut off by Jarvis.

“Agent Barnes, Agent l/n, you have an incoming call from Nick Fury.”

“Agent Barnes, Agent l/n, I need your help, since the Avengers are away. We have found a secret H.Y.D.R.A. base and it seems that they are trying to create a new Winter Soldier. This base is situated in Siberia. I’m sending you an Alicaner to get you there. Don’t fuck it up, we can’t afford to let them finish their project.”

y/n gave a look at Bucky. She knew this would be hard for him even after all the therapy with the Avengers and their newfound friendship. That place would be for sure the base that created the first and only Winter Soldier, a twisted version of Bucky that he hated and hoped to bury deep down in him even though sometimes it tried to show up and kill everyone in the room.

The girl took Bucky’s hand and tried to reassure him that the mission will go well and that she will protect him from that evil monster that was H.Y.D.RA.

Bucky knew very well that when y/n said those kinds of words she will keep them but he was really scared to turn back to the old himself, after all those 3 damned words kinda worked on him even now. He tried not to think about it and simply hugged the h/c woman. He hugged her so hard that she was out of breath shortly and had to say his name to stop him. They laughed one last time before heading to the plane.

After a a few hours they were in the freezing cold Siberia and the only thing left was to head to the not-so-secret-anymore base. Bucky and y/n had to come up with a plan quick if they didn’t want to be caught; after a while they decided to sneak in and to separate to look for information’s on the new type of super soldier and try to destroy them.

y/n was pretty athletic so she sneaked in easily but for Bucky it was a bit more difficult. The only thing he could do was to surrend himself and hope they would take him back.

y/n found a room that was dark and the only light source was very poor which turned in her favour so she could stay hidden in the shadows and source up things. When almost all hope were lost she found a fil folder that contained a bounce of paper sheets. She read them and what she found was terrifying to her…

Bucky’s acting was never the best but fortunately the secret society believed him or so he thought.

The moment they took him into a room he saw a face he wished to never see again, Zemo was there standing with the Winter Soldier book in his hands.

Bucky was right about fearing the worst when him and y/n were called on this mission.

“it’s nice to meet you again, old friend.” Zemo greeted him with a sly smile.

“I’m not your friend, Zemo.” Said Bucky with stone cold voice.

“we know why you’re here, oh wait let me correct myself, why you and that girl are here” said the man. Bucky felt a shiver down his spine. They knew everything from the start: the base, Fury this time didn’t think ahead, he and y/n have fallen into a trap.

“well now that you’re here why don’t we catch on the old times? I remember you screaming so loud that it was like music to my ears. Boys take him here.” He ordered the two guys that were behind Bucky. The ex sergeant fought them but he felt a sting in his right arm, one of the soldier injected him with something that made his vison go black.

y/n watched those files again and again but she still couldn’t believe that was nothing in them; Bucky and her have fallen into a trap. How could have she even thought that this mission would be that simple? She felt stupid, she was naïve but a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent couldn’t afford to be naïve or they would die.

While she was scolding herself, she didn’t capture the sound of someone walking in but when she felt someone grabbing her she was quick to neutralizing them. The woman run away from that room but going back to the main corridor would have mean a certain death. She quickly scanned the alleyway and saw a small door. “it’s the only way out of here, come ‘on y/n you can do it.” She reassured herself even though she was claustrophobic.

Crawling her way out she then arrived at the entrance and surprisingly enough Bucky was there.

“Buc we have to go, it’s a trap” she told him but as soon as she finished to talk a hand grabbed her buy the neck and smashed her to the nearest wall. The air was leaving her lungs quickly as she tried to grab Bucky’s metal arm to stop that torture but his grip was too strong and she almost blanked out. Then her throat was released but a punch hit her stomach hard then in the face multiple times, now she was a bloody mess.

The Winter Soldier was back.

Bucky was following the orders, killing the spy. He was back to his evil origins but he couldn’t fight against an order not when Zemo said those russian words that made him swap back. He liked that feeling: the power, the violence but at the same time the good side of him knew this was bad. All he could ear was his punches hitting skin and felt blood on his armored arm but then he heard a mumble.

“Please stop.” That voice was familiar but he couldn’t grab on it. He continued punching the spy until there was silence. The small whimpers stopped and that could mean only one thing: the spy was dead and his mission was accomplished.

“B-b-buc, I love you.” She said with her last breath.

That 4 words snapped the Winter Soldier out of that foggy mess that was his head and let return Bucky Barnes at the reality. What he saw was horrifying: blood everywhere, blood on his hands and then he looked at what once was his best friend now laying in a pool of blood with eyes shut open and cold as ice. Bucky kneeled down to grab her lifeless body and hugged it one last time. Tears were falling down his face without him even realizing. The pain, the grief, the guilt, he felt everything.

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Today…

“James, can you answer my question?” the therapist asked once again.

“No, no I don’t.” he answered with a small forced smile.

He remembers that day as the day that he ruined her life.

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faeriejukyung · 3 years

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True Beauty’s Gaping Mother Wound

*disclaimer*: I understand that all the listed traits are things which are often very common in Asian households, and it may seem that rather than being concerning, these are just a part of Asian culture. That is why, I feel that it’s necessary for me to make it clear that I am, in fact, Asian (Indian to be specific), and parental abuse is something that is extremely normalized here. As someone who has experienced it firsthand, I want to say that just because something is common/normal, doesn’t necessarily mean that it is correct. If you or anyone you know is in a situation like that, it’s very very important to speak out. And it’s not your fault, i know it’s easier to believe that way but it’s really not. We deserve to be in a loving environment, regardless of what culture we are born in.

Throughout the drama, Jukyung’s mother shows many traits of an abusive mother. I have been able to outline 4 of them. I don’t mean to write her off as an evil character,, because overall she is well intentioned, and just like any other mom, she does love Jukyung. This is shown in episode 8 too, where she shows remorse for her actions. That however, doesn’t justify her abusive behavioral patterns in any way. Because we can see how badly it affects Jukyung, her self esteem and her overall view of herself.

Act 1: “I’m going to kill you today and go to jail” -- Physical Violence.

Throughout the series, we see Jukyung's mother being very violent. But one scene which particularly stood out to me was the scene where she finds out about Jukyung's dad getting scammed. (in episode 1). While it is true that her dad caused a huge financial loss to the family, and anyone would feel angry in a situation like that, it is also true that there is never a good reason to physically abuse someone.

After hearing the news, Jukyung's mom is overcome by anger. It's completely okay to feel frustrated, but the way she violently jumped at her husband, clearly intentioned to hurt him, and the way she needed to be held back by juyoung and heekyung highlights her abusive nature. And this isn't a one time thing where she momentarily lost control of herself. She constantly shows similar behavioural traits throughout the drama.

In the scene where we see Jukyung's mom and dad together properly for the first time, their relationship dynamic is established. He's meekly massaging her shoulders while she orders him around. Their is an obvious power imbalance in the relationship, and the way Jukyung's dad cowers in fear around Jukyung's mom is a proof of that.

Act 2: "Why would you kill my precious son?" -- Conditional Love.

We see examples of Jukyung’s Mom’s conditional love in the kdrama AND in the webtoon. Conditional love is when a parent or a parental figure makes their child compete for love. They withhold their affection until the kid acts in ways that are desirable to them, and if the kid fails to do so, the parent often punishers them through different methods. This is their way of maintaining control over their children.

Jukyung’s Mom’s conditional love manifests itself in the form of favoritism towards her eldest daughter Heekyung, who’s not only conventionally beautiful but also very smart and has a high paying job, and towards her youngest child and only son, Juyoung, who is also written to be very attractive. Both Juyoung and Heekyung have gifts that Jukyung does not posses -- beauty and brains. The conditions that are established in order to attain their mother’s affection are getting good grades at school, and being conventionally attractive, which is why Jukyung often gets the shorter end of the stick

In the scene where we are first meet Heekyung is the drama, their mom’s affection towards her is very evident.

This is shown in the webtoon too.

She displays this favoritism towards Juyoung too, and even more so. In episode 1 where Jukyung tries makeup for the first time, and gets ridiculed by him for doing a bad job at it, she naturally feels angry and yells at him, “do you want to die?!”, but instead of telling Juyoung to stop, their mother yells at Jukyung for yelling at Juyoung (”why would you kill my precious son? why?”). It’s already very evident that Juyoung has picked up the habit of constantly taunting Jukyung for her face from his mom. In the webtoon, when Jukyung decides that she wants to pursue makeup arts and asks for her mom’s support and fees for academy, her mom flat-out refuses, saying that they don’t have enough money. However as we find out later, money wasn’t the problem, because she had enough money to send Juyoung to a cram school for acting.

I find it hard to believe that any good parent would constantly compare their children and pit them against each other like this. In the webtoon and the kdrama, it is made clear that Juyoung doesn’t have particularly good grades either, but he doesn’t have to face his mother’s wrath by the virtue of being good looking. Jukyung on the other hand, does not have any redeeming qualities.

Act 3: “I’m going to throw all your makeup away” --Excessive Anger.

Another sign of parental abuse is display of excessive anger. It’s usually used as an intimidation tactic to keep the child in line. Sometimes, it can simply happen because they lose control of themselves. Either way, parents who get angry more often than what is supposed to be normal, and hurt their children (physically or verbally) in the midst of their anger, repeatedly, are abusive. I feel like I don’t even need to elaborate on this one. Jukyung’s Mom is angry during half of her scenes. And the way she acts upon that anger crosses the limit too. Don’t get me wrong, it’s important to express your the way you feel, but the way Jukyung’s Mom does it, is extremely unhealthy and hurtful to others around her. Whether she’s jumping on Jukyung’s dad or talking down on Im Jukyung, she’s very inconsiderate of how her anger affects others. She almost always expresses herself in an extremely volatile way.

Jukyung described makeup as a hopeful light opening up a new life for her. There’s even a whole music segment of her discovering the powers of makeup, characterized by pastel and bubblegum tones, and the segment has a magical feel to it. Suffice to say that makeup brought an almost magical kind of hope and optimism to her life. In episode 6, Jukyung's Mom goes to her school to get her report card. When she sees her low grades, she gets so angry that she threatens to throw away her makeup, without once considering why Jukyung is so attached to it. In my eyes, she's actually very similar to Soojin's dad who also uses intimidation and physical violence to keep his daughter in line. If we put the same background music for the scenes where we see Jukyung's Mom threatening her, as the ones where Soojin's dad abuses her, they'd practically be identical. The only difference is that the show often plays Jukyung's Mom's behavior as a joke.

In episode 7, after seeing that Jukyung didn't improve as much as she wanted her to, she actually threw away all her makeup. Even though Jukyung did try, and did improve, it still wasn't enough for her mom. Jukyung's restlessness after not seeing her makeup on her table was palpable through the screen. Finding out that her mother threw all her makeup away sort became her breaking point. We see her yell at her mother and express her feelings for the first time.

I think it's important to note that Jukyung, who's already finds it very tough to reach out to her courageous side, was inspired by this incident to stand up to her mom, to express her outrage. Saying that makeup meant a lot to her is an understatement.

Act 4: "What's the point of looking beautiful with all that makeup on if you're ugly underneath?" -- Verbal Abuse.

We all get into arguments with our parents from time to time, and I’m sure we’ve all been yelled at by them at some point. Verbal abuse however, is not something that is normal, and the two shouldn’t be confused. A parent who constantly humiliates their child, yells and screams at them, talks down on them is in simple terms, an abuser.

In episode 1, when Jukyung tries makeup on for the first time and goes to school, she gets ridiculed by her bullies and her classmates. Crestfallen, she returns back home after school and goes to her mother for reassurance. Instead of providing that, her mother ridicules her even more and calls her makeup “Ghost Makeup”. This is something abusers often do. Under the guise of teasing the victim, they often attack the victim’s self esteem, appearance etc, to make them feel insecure and to maintain their position of power over them. Jukyung’s mother isn’t very different from those bullies who told Jukyung that she was ugly and made her feel like she could never amount to anything.

Another example that irks me a lot is from episode 3, when Jukyung’s Mom is chewing her out for being late, and suddenly the conversation turns to cosmetics and makeup. This is also one of the traits of verbal abuse. Instead of arguments surrounding the basic issue, they branch out and turn into character assassination. Her mom accuses Jukyung of wasting all her time on makeup instead of studying, even when Jukyung clarifies that she got late because she missed her bus, not because she was out buying cosmetics. But her mom doesn't listen and says to her, “What’s the point of looking beautiful with all that makeup on when you’re still ugly underneath?”

Jukyung’s face after hearing her own mother say that was heartbreaking. Unfortunately, this type of mother-daughter relationship dynamic isn’t something that is rare. Mothers frequently project their own insecurities on their daughters and put them down. Jukyung’s Mother’s behavior explains her self esteem issues, it gives an insight about where her insecurities really stem from. Sometimes our abuser’s thoughts and image of us start maligning our own self image. Frequently hearing them tell us that we are worthless, and that no one will ever marry us or love us, makes us believe that we are in fact, worthless and incapable of being loved unless we change something about ourselves. We frequently get an insight into how Jukyung thinks of herself throughout the drama.

“It’s not my fault that I was born dumb” (In episode 7, after finding out that her mother threw away her makeup.)

“You know that I’m messed up” (In episode 2, referring to her face, while asking Lee Suho to keep her bare face a secret)

The drama is yet to end so I don’t want to completely write Jukyung’s Mother off as an abuser. I hope she becomes a better mom in the show, I really do. Because Jukyung deserves a loving mother. And Jukyung's mom does in fact have a few redeeming qualities, however, simply love and caring isn’t enough, you need mutual respect, reassurance and effort in each every relationship. We know that Jukyung’s mother is also often labelled as an ugly woman, and she believes that she could only get by through studying well. (“It’s going to be okay as long as you study well” - episode 1). In a world where a woman either has to a exceptionally beautiful to be considered worthy, or be exceptionally intelligent and professional lest she isn’t blessed by beauty, it’s very easy to internalize self hatred and direct it on to other individuals (especially if those individuals are your children). That is why i genuinely find myself rooting for Jukyung’s mother and hoping for a character development arc -- because i understand where she comes from, and because i can empathize with her.

Fin.

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