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Fix It (Thorin x F!Reader) 18+ NSFW Commission

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Note: The Thorin image as well as the divider is not mine. The Thorin image was originally posted by @thearkenstone-ck (I found it on pinterest, luckily the url is at the bottom right) and the dividers used are by @firefly-graphics which can be found Here

Warnings: Smut, angst, Thorin being an ass for a bit.

⚠️18+ Content ahead, Please read at your own risk ⚠️

It wasn’t unknown to you that braids have significance, in fact that was the first conversation you ever had with Thorin upon him asking for your approval to court you- how important and vital the braid was. How each placement of the strands of hair was significant, how by tilting the braiding outward you can declare a budding love, but inward you can declare a passing of something, such as a birthright.

‘Yet how did this happen?’ You mentally scolded yourself as you watched each passing dwarf look at you like you were a conundrum. You knew it had to have been your hair. It was Muhudtuzakhmerag, or Spring Fest, in Erebor and Thorin requested you wear a traditional ‘Queen’s Braid’ to the event to walk alongside him.

The request itself was simple, and sweet of him, to want you to participate like the queens before you, however, there was not a single portrait of what the said braids looked like. So you simply went by your best educated guess coupled with the old instructions written on ancient parchment that looked like it was going to fall apart any moment now.

The festival would begin with the giving of the straw. First, Thorin would place a strand of the straw into your hair, and you into his tunic pocket. This was to symbolize the true connection and reliance the dwarves had with nature. The next event was the ‘Carrying of the Straw’ where you and Thorin would lead a line of dwarves through the kingdom, assisting each other in carrying a barrow of straw to the feast room. All to honor Yavana, Mahal’s wife who originally gave the first dwarves their first straw of barley.

To say this event was huge for the dwarves would be an understatement. And, with this knowledge, you had hoped to look your best for Thorin.

As soon as you entered the throne room to meet with Thorin, Balin, and Dwalin before the event, you knew you messed up royally.

“(Y/n)...” Balin began gently, before Thorin’s angry voice startled you.

“What in Mahal have you done?” Thorin wasn’t shouting, but his fists were clenched like he was desperately trying not to.

“I tried my best to follow the instructions, is it that awful?” You looked at Balin and Dwalin, your eyebrows furrowed and your expression hurt at Thorin’s tone of voice. “What did I do wrong?” You asked the elderly dwarf, in hopes he would be able to give you advice before Thorin began speaking again.

“Everything.” He spat, shaking his head with a humorless chuckle as he began to pace the throne room floor.

“Lass,” Balin began before Thorin held his hand up, “Don’t speak to her.”

“The one time I request for you to do something specific and you can’t even get that right!” Thorin shouted, making you flinch as you stood back, your eyes beginning to fill with tears.

“I knew it was a mistake to ever court you, I never loved you to begin with.”

A gasp left your throat, “T-Thorin…” You felt your heart sink to your stomach. He regretted loving you, courting you, marrying you, all because of one braid?

“I can fix it,” You offered, your tone showing how close to the verge you were to breaking into tears, wanting to appease him so he wasn’t so angry with you.

“You can’t fix being human,” He huffed, “I knew a low human would never be able to meet the standards of being the queen of Erebor. If I could turn back time and never let you join this journey, I would---”

“Thorin, enough.” Dwalin all but growled at him. “It is just a braid, you can re-do it for her.” Dwalin tried to reason but Thorin let out a humorless chuckle. “You can re-do a braid, but you cannot redo or undo the damage that has been done. She has shown she does not care about our culture or our practices.”

Looking to Balin, you suppressed a sob as tears went down your cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” You told him, eyes full of regret and pain as you quickly took the pins holding the braid in place out, the metal clanging as it hit the stone floor.

“Lassie, it’s alright,” He began to soothe you but you shook your head.

“I’m so sorry,” You repeated shaking your head, exiting the room, with your hand up to your mouth to attempt to muffle the gasps leaving your throat as you continued to suppress the sobs threatening to escape.

“Thorin what have you done?!” Balin shouted at him as soon as you fled the room, glaring at the boy he watched grow up in these stone walls.

“Something I should have done a long time ago.”

“You will come to regret it. Don’t you realize you just told your wife that you despised her?”

“I don’t have time to deal with this, we have a festival to lead.” Thorin brushed past both of them to go grab his crown for the festivities.

As you put on a plain slip and slid into bed, you felt hot tears bubble down your face. He didn’t love you. All because you were human. Your heart ached as you heard the cheering, the Broken Bone Race being completed and the victor being given a medal, Thorin’s laugh trickling into your ears despite the many voices you have heard. That made you begin to sob as you clutched the pillow.

“He doesn’t love me…” You murmured to yourself, wiping your tears. “He wants a dwarrowdam.” You felt your heart clench as those words passed your lips.

Sitting up, you sniffled, wiping your eyes almost aggressively as you put on a robe. Maybe something in the library could help you with your love issues.

Thorin couldn’t deny the worry in his heart as he searched the halls of Erebor for you a few days later. Upon returning from the festivities, Thorin wasn’t too concerned with your absence, figuring you needed time alone from the blow-up that occurred in the throne room, but when it was the third day that he hadn’t seen you at any meals, your very presence and being missing from his day to day activities such as your walks together, he knew something was wrong.

His gut twisted as he walked down another corridor, before halting in his steps. “(Y/n)?” He breathed out, confused at the sight of you. You were dressed in the average dwarrowdam fashion, your hair up in braids like every other dwarrowdam he had come across.

It wasn’t you.

“Yes?” You cut straight to the point as you turned from your discussion with an advisor, and seeing Thorin’s dumbfounded expression, you excused the gentleman as you turned fully toward him. “What is it that you need, Thorin?” Your voice was cold, posture stiff as you stared him down with calculating eyes.

It was like you were a different person altogether.

“What happened to you?” Was all he could think to say.

Tilting your head, you raised a brow at him. “What you wanted.” Was all you answered as you turned on your heel, leaving him in the stone hallway all alone as you went to speak with the advisor once more.

Bursting through the doorway, Thorin’s voice caught the ears of the Company members fairly quickly.

“There’s something wrong with (Y/n)!” He yelled out, completely unsettled by your appearance. He knew you preferred your hair loose, not confined by things, and how you liked to wear flowy dresses made by soft fabrics, not thick dresses weighed down with crystals and braided fabric tassels.

“You finally noticed.” Dwalin scoffed, continuing to sharpen his blades, his disapproval of Thorin very clear.

“Aye, it wasn’t like she was missing from your chambers for three whole days and four whole nights.” Balin’s tone was clearly passive aggressive as he handed out documents to each member.

At Thorin’s lost expression, Balin chuckled bitterly.

“You told her you didn’t love her, that you despised her because she was human and what did you expect her to do!” Balin finally lost it, throwing his papers across the room, tears welling up in his eyes.

“She didn’t deserve that, Thorin!” Balin yelled, a tear going down his cheek. “All she wanted to do was make you happy and instead of applauding her effort and guiding her to the correct way, you belittled her! You ruined her self-esteem and told her she meant less than the dirt on your boots.”

“She didn’t deserve any of that… And now… Now you have the audacity to come in here like you did nothing wrong?”

“I didn’t realize…”

“You don’t seem to realize a lot of things, Thorin.” Balin huffed moving to pick up his papers as Fili, Kili, and Ori helped collect them from off the ground.

“I have to do something.”

Bofur shook his head, “If she’d let you.”

Thorin looked at him like he just grew two heads.

Rolling his eyes, Bofur shook his head again. “You were an utter arse, Thorin. You expect some weepy apology is going to make her forget everything you said? How little your actions have done to prove you do indeed care for her?”

“She’s lost weight, Thorin. She doesn’t come to meals, she hardly sleeps. And what do you notice? Oh, that she’s wearing a traditional dress.” Bofur’s sarcasm seeped through his tone.

“Y’know, Thorin, I hope she doesn’t forgive you. I hope she doesn’t let her sorry excuse of a One back into her life.” Bofur’s words cut into Thorin, hitting him where it hurts most. And for a moment, Thorin wasn’t Thorin son of Thrain, son of Thror, king of Erebor. In this moment he was a young dwarrow being scolded.

“But if you do somehow manage to weasel your way into her good graces, you better work your arse off to prove to her that you care for her.”

“I will.”

Bofur huffed through his nostrils as he went back to carving a wooden duck as if Thoin wasn’t even there.

“You better go find her, then.” Dwalin nodded to Thorin, a small smile on his face was all Thorin needed to feel encouraged as he set off to go find you.

Seeing Thorin for the first time in the past couple of days affected you more than you’d like to think, his harsh words being pulled from the back of your mind to the forefront, replaying in your head over and over. Instead of meeting with your advisor, you waited until Thorin was gone so you could go back to your room, the room you originally had before you and Thorin were wed.

Looking into the mirror, you couldn’t help but criticize everything about yourself. Your braids weren’t as taught as how they were this morning. The gown made you look radiant this morning but now it felt like a bulky mess that you shouldn’t have attempted to wear.

“Is it all for nothing?” You wondered as you stepped away from the vanity mirror and sat on the edge of the bed.

“He didn’t even notice.” You scoffed, flopping backwards.

The next morning, Thorin was adamant on approaching you.

“Good morning, Dushin-Mizim (dark jewel).”

“Morning, King Thorin.” Your reply was short as you walked past him, your hair half braided today, and in a less formal traditional dwarvish gown.

Thorin frowned, usually you’d kiss his cheek and say “Good morning, my love,” to him before he’d hold your hand and the two of you would walk together. Not that he blamed you for not doing so.

Instead of eating with him, you sat at the other end of the table, alone as you carefully ate your breakfast.

Sighing, Thorin brought the water glass up to his lips. ‘I deserve this,’ he thought as he watched the way the sunlight filtered through the sky-lights, making a rim of light circle the top of your hair, making you look angelic. An ache began to settle in his chest, he missed you.

He’s got to come up with a plan.

“How was your day, Ghivashel (Treasure of all treasures)?” Thorin attempted to make conversation as you approached after exiting a meeting.

“Perfectly fine, King Thorin.” You responded icily as you walked past him, your face stoic until you moved where he couldn’t see your face. Your eyebrows were furrowed and you bit your lip. ‘Does he love me still?’ you pondered, but that thought was quickly squashed when you realized he began to act lovingly again once you were in dwarvish attire. ‘He loves the facade.’ you decided as you walked to your room.

Looking in the mirror, you shook your head. “This isn’t me.” You murmured to yourself, while you had nothing against dwarrowdams, you knew this style of dress, this hairdo, it wasn’t yours. It didn’t suit you. You felt like a wolf in sheep's clothing, an imitator waiting to be revealed.

Unravelling your hair, you sighed as your scalp was relieved of the taught pressure. Reaching behind you to unravel the laces of your bodice, you let out a relieved groan as you pulled the thick fabric off of you in favor of pulling on a light night gown.

Returning to the mirror you brushed your hair, refreshed to see it how it usually is. Free and relaxed.

“I’m done pretending... “ You told yourself, nodding to your reflection. “I am (Y/n), a human.. Not a Dwarrowdam.” You felt tears build in your eyes, “and if Thorin wants one so bad, then so be it, but I will not erase myself for his pleasure.”

The next morning you felt alive again, as if someone had cleaned out the cobwebs of your chimney and lit the fire once more. Putting on a loose gown, you only brushed your hair, carefully placing oils where they were needed before looking in the mirror. You finally looked like yourself again.

“Good morning, amrâlimê (My love).” Thorin called out to you as you exited your bedding chambers, making you pause in your stride.

“Good morning, King Thorin.” You responded blandly, watching as he analyzed you, your expression cool but your heart hammering inside of your chest. Would he say anything? Would he stop calling you the names you cherish close to your heart?

“You look radiant,” He smiled at you, before letting it drop, his expression turning serious. “I would like to have a talk with you, today, whenever you have time, of course.” He looked nervous as he spoke, something you hadn’t seen since the day he asked to put in your courting braid.

“I’ll be free this evening,” You told him, curious as to what he needed to tell you.

You could practically see the cogs turning in his head as he nodded, like he was having an inner conversation before looking into your eyes.

“Would you… Do me the honor of meeting me in the gardens this evening?” Thorin held his hands behind his back, nervously rubbing his thumb over the other one, just waiting for you to say no. After all, he had to earn your trust again, to earn your love again.

You paused, a ‘no’ quick to push itself to the tip of your tongue, but as you watched his eyes dart around your face, his eyebrow scrunched like how it always does when he’s worried, you felt your face soften.

“I shall.” You chose to say instead, a smile threatening to lift your cheeks as he perked up like a puppy, a spark returning to his eye.

“You won’t regret it, I promise.” He vowed, hesitating, like he was ready to give you a kiss before physically holding himself back.

Coughing nervously, he nodded, “I will see you then.”

You couldn’t deny the disappointment that bubbled in your chest as he walked away, you had hoped he would offer to walk you to breakfast.

“Well with how you’re acting, don’t be surprised if he thinks you hate him now.” Your inner voice taunted but you shook your head, you had every right to be upset with him.

The day seemed to drag on and on, and as you dragged your feet to the dining hall after your final meeting, you remembered Thorin had wanted to see you.

“The gardens,” You hummed to yourself as you headed that way, seeing petals of (favorite flower) being littered on the ground. Raising a brow, you followed them, a small smile growing on your face as you approached the entrance to the gardens.

Thorin stood staring at the stars, his back turned and between you and him sat a table. Two plates, two chairs, two water glasses.

“So your discussion was a date?” Your voice pulled Thorin from his thoughts, his head quickly swinging to face you.

“Not exactly, no.” Thorin spoke quickly, as if your words scalded him like a hot pan.

“If you do not wish to stay for the meal then I will not ask you to.” He began, gesturing to the seat. “But I will ask if you’d like to take a seat so you can be comfortable while we talk?”

Biting your lip, you let out a breath before chucking off your heels, your feet sinking into the cool grass as you approached the table.

Thorin sighed in relief, believing you were going to turn your back and leave the minute he opened his mouth.

“What is it you wished to talk about?” You questioned, your voice professional as you took a look around the gardens. Lanterns were placed all around the garden, giving the space an ethereal glow and if you listened hard enough you’d hear the gentle noises of the creek.

“I would like to apologise.” Thorin stated, and the statement alone nearly made you choke on your saliva. Thorin? Apologizing?

“I… I have no reason, excuse or otherwise to explain to you why I spoke the way I did.” He furrowed his brows. “I am a horrible excuse for a husband, a failure of a One, and a failure as your friend.” Thorin spoke, his voice close to cracking before he cleared his throat.

You frowned, not expecting this at all, especially the glassy look in his eyes.

“I wanted to let you know I did not mean a thing I said.”

“I knew it was a mistake to ever court you, I never loved you to begin with.” His words replayed in your head, your lip beginning to tremble.

“Meeting you was the biggest blessing Mahal has ever given me, being able to love you and to cherish you was a gift I threw away,” Thorin’s voice finally cracked, as he let out a shaky sigh.

“Menu tessu (You mean everything to me) and I was a fool to tell you otherwise.” He shook his head, angry at himself.

“I love you, (Y/n), I love the way you take the blankets from me when we’re sleeping, I love the way your eyes sparkle when you’re happy, I love the way you care so much for people you love…” Thorin halted himself, looking up to the sky briefly before looking back to you.

“But despite all of that, I have wronged you, I have wronged you and belittled you,” He frowned at the sight of your tears building in your eyes.

“And I understand if you would like to leave.”

“Leave?” You couldn’t help but echo, causing him to nod.

“After all I have done, I cannot expect you to want to stay with me, Men Kurdel (My heart of hearts). I made you feel inadequate, when I should be the one making you feel like a goddess. I failed you.” Tears slipped down Thorin’s cheeks.

“That is what I wanted to discuss with you, a way to make your life easier, a way to just---” He sighed, “If there is one thing I want, (Y/n), it is to make you happy.”

“And you think that’s away from you?” You cut him off, furrowing your brows as a tear slipped out, rolling down your face and dripping off your chin.

“I have spent days trying to make myself more like a dwarrowdam because you hate how human I am, because I want---” Your own sob cut you off, your breath hitching as you began to cry harder.

“Because I wanted you to love me again.” Your voice cracked as you barely got out the words, and at the same time, Thorin’s heart felt like it cracked in half as he watched you emotionally collapse in front of him.

Thorin nearly leapt from his chair, moving to cradle you in his arms, yet unsure as he hovered his form close to yours.

“Please, love me again,” You whimpered as Thorin pulled you into his arms, tucking your head into his neck as you sobbed.

“I never stopped loving you, (Y/n),” He murmured into your ear, his arms tightening their hold on you as if this was all a dream. “I am so sorry,” Thorin wept as you clutched onto him just as tight.

You missed him so much.

“I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you,” He vowed, pulling away so he could look at you, tears springing to his eyes again at the look of anguish on your face.

“Just please, come back to me, come back to our chambers, let me hold you, at least for just this night?” Thorin’s tone was on the edge of begging as he cradled your face in his palm, his forehead against yours.

Not being able to find the words, you nodded. And at that moment, he pulled you off the chair entirely, your form clinging to his as he brought you back to your shared chambers.

Setting you down on the bed, Thorin pulled away to go to your wardrobe.

“What’re you doing?” You tearfully asked, a whimper wanting to pull itself from your mouth at the lack of contact.

“Your nightgown--”

“Thorin, please hold me.” His priority was your comfortableness while yours was to be as close as possible to him. Quickly shutting the wardrobe doors, Thorin returned to the bed, barely able to kneel on it before you latched yourself onto him again.

Hugging him close, you could feel his heartbeat through his tunic. A sigh of relief left you before you looked up to him, seeing him already watching you with admiration and fear. Fear of you changing your mind and walking out of his life for good.

“Kiss me, please?” You asked tilting your head back to make it easier for him to attach his lips to yours. Thorin’s expression softened as he captured your lips with his own. A needy whimper left your lips as you clutched his tunic in your hands, his own cupping your face as he kissed you deeply.

Pulling away, Thorin pecked your lips one last time before pressing his forehead against yours.

“Thorin, I need you.” You murmured, you had been deprived of his touch, of his love, for so long now.

“I’m yours, I’m here,” He responded to you, not quite understanding your meaning, simply thinking you needed reassurance until you repeated yourself.

“I need you, Thorin.”

His expression changed from one of concern to something sensual as he dragged his thumb across your cheek.

“Are you sure?” He couldn’t help but question, not wanting you to regret being with him when you were so emotionally fragile.

“Absolutely.” You reassured, this time capturing his lips with yours, catching him off guard before he quickly fell into the rhythm you were searching for.

Lowering you gently on your back, you felt the familiar pillows beneath you as you arched into him, your hips rolling into his causing a pleased groan to release from his lips, his hands finding your butt as he controlled your movement against his clothed crotch.

“More, Thorin, please,” Your tone was leaning on the side of begging as he severed the kiss to pepper kisses along your jaw and neck.

“I’ll give you all you want, amrâlimê,” He reassured, lifting off of you to help you with your dress, the offending fabric being tossed to the floor before he yanked off his tunic, leaving him bare chested with you in your undergarments.

“Beautiful,” Thorin murmured, admiring the way your body was laid beneath him.

Smiling at him, you couldn’t help but admire him as well, the small scars from battles that have come and gone, the chest hair mostly covering him, the muscles beneath it.

You were brought out of your admiring state as he began to remove your undergarments, leaving you bare with him still in his pants.

“You’re very overdressed,” You hummed as he chuckled, the sound going straight to your core as he leaned back over you to kiss at your shoulders and the valley of your breasts.

“Don’t worry about me, amrâlimê, focus on you.” He spoke softly as he kissed his way down your stomach, his hands coming up to tease your nipples for a moment, drawing a gasp from you. It served as a distraction as he skipped over your pussy to mouth at your thighs.

“Thorin,” You couldn’t help but groan out as he purposefully neglected where you wanted him most.

“Please,” You whined until you felt his breath over your pussy.

“I said to focus on you, (Y/n),” He hummed, now massaging your inner thighs with his calloused hands. Before you could think of a response, his tongue stole the words out of your mouth as it came in contact with you. Licking, flicking, sucking, you couldn’t focus on what he was doing as the pleasure made you reach out and grab at his hair.

Thorin swore he would make it up to you, and he planned to start right now through worshipping your body, making you feel every ounce of pleasure he could provide you.

Looping his arms under your thighs, he held his hands above your hips, locking you in place as he feasted on you.

“Thorin!” You couldn’t help but moan out, your tone high pitched as you felt yourself climbing higher and higher to your peak. Whether you called his name out of lust or trying to give warning, Thorin wasn’t sure, but he knew one thing for certain: you were close.

He flicked his tongue over your clit rapidly, circling it before suckling the bundle of nerves into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he aggressively accelerated you to your climax.

Your back arched as your grip on his hair tightened, your mouth opening in a silent moan as your hips wiggled up and down, his own grip loosening as he let you ride out your orgasm. Releasing your clit from his mouth, he kissed your inner thigh as you slowly calmed down.

“Men lananubukhs (I love you),” Thorin whispered as he rested his head on your opposite thigh, rubbing circles on your hips.

“What about you?” You questioned once you got your bearings again.

Thorin shook his head, pressing another kiss to your inner thigh before crawling up to pull you into his embrace. “All I care about is that you are satisfied, my beloved.” He nuzzled the top of your head, feeling a sense of pride as your thighs continued to tremble from the intensity of your orgasm.

“I told you before, all I want is to make you happy.”

It felt like flowers were blooming in your ribcage, something soft and delicate taking place in your heart as you curled into Thorin’s embrace, his arm around the small of your waist bringing a sense of comfort.

While nothing could erase the past, nor the heart that came with it, you’ve decided that for now, you would enjoy the peace that resonated in your heart.

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The Missing Piece - The flames

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Reader

Warning : angsts ?? argument

Other parts are linked below.

edited later one :)

A/n : don't know how I feel about it. So I might redo it later :( sorry for any spelling mistakes. I did check it 8 times before I posted it but they always pop up after I've published something.

“You can deal with those two,” Madison states, rolling her eyes. Her steps are rushed as she goes up the stairs. “You are telling me the details later.” You weren't sure if you were ready to tell her the details. "Oo, and how good the medium to the stars is in bed," She typically adds before she instantly disappears out of sight, you could undoubtedly hear the echo of her chuckle.

"Where have you been? " Wilhemina sneers. Her suspicious eyes staring furiously with yours, they widen a fraction at the harsh expression shown on your features. An infuriated glare paints your remarkable features, there was a blazing fire shining in your e/c eyes. Over Wilhemina's shoulders your spot Cordelia, a worrisome emotion coating her face. Your eyes flicker to the two of them, Wilhelmina’s expression was the one that made you feel irritated. She had no reason to question you, Cordelia had that reason. Your glare falls for a second as you stare into Cordelia's sunken eyes.

"Why do you care?" you snap, merely returning your stare back to the redhead in front of you. Her cane rises slightly of the ground, she was about to bang the cane against the floor until she was interrupted by Cordelia gentle voice. “ The only thing we were told was you being at someone’s house. We had no clue who this person was?” Cordelia tries to reason. Your furious mood plummets a level at her reasoning. “ I’m certain you could've asked Zoe about said person.” You say, hoping you could just stop the conversation now and walk away.

"Of course we did, we were just worried about you,” Cordelia says. “Cordelia we both know that's utter bullshit. You knew where I was, if something happened or if I was needed you could’ve contacted me and I could’ve contacted you. And as predicted I’m good. Better than good. I’m fucking great.” Your voice, annoyance dripping from your mouth. “Ok, good. I’m gonna go.” You say about to turn around, a harsh hand grips your wrist stopping you in your tracks. “Can you for once, stop acting like a brat?” Wilhemina remarks, you jerk your arm free from her harsh grasp.

“Touch me again and I will throw you across the room, and if being a brat is speaking my mind, then fair enough. I’m a brat.” You grit through your teeth. “It might be better if we move this to a room,” Cordelia says wearily, seeing a couple of the girls at the top of the stairs. “No, I’m going to my room.”

“Y/n, please. We need to talk.” Cordelia tries again, frustration coating her voice. You knew you were about to blow, the timer was so close to zero, you were close to detonating. You don’t understand why they weren’t leaving the topic alone. “No.There’s no need to.You’ve made it very clear, Miss Goode” you say, tiredly. Cordelia had already processed the words, she knew what you conveyed. What their actions had made you think. She knew it was all her fault, hers and Wilhemina fault. However, Wilhemina didn’t grasp those words. She thought her small actions represented her. “What is that supposed to mean?” She questions, curiosity laying in both her features and her voice.

“You both made it very clear you were using me.”

“We weren’t.” The redhead snapped, eyes wide as she stares hopelessly at you. Her mind operating a mile a second as she thinks upon her action. Did you really think they were using you? That you were nothing but a toy to them, because that was far from the truth. They both held feelings for you. “Don’t lie. If you weren’t using me, then please explain the constant flirting?” You question. You watch as both of the women stand quiet in front of you, none of them presenting you with an answer. “See, you've got nothing to say, have you? Venable? Goode? ” You say, emotional exhaustion coating your voice.

“Don’t do that,” Cordelia states, a hint of saddest in her voice. She knew what you were doing, distancing yourself from both of them by using their last name. “I’m not addressing you by name, you lost my respect.” You say, keeping eye contact with the blonde. You see a flash of pain go through her eyes. “Are you fucking joking? You slept with some whore, you deliberately went out looking for sex, you slut.” Ms Venable sneers out, her gaze is furious than before. It wasn’t just you disrespecting Cordelia, but she endured something inside her, knowing you were with someone else made her feel something unknown. More fuel was being added to the fire, the flames overrunning her, swallowing her whole. The only thing she could see was red, she did what she knew best.

“How dare you, Venable! You have no right to say that. Fuck you! ” You snap viciously, steeping close to the foolish woman. The following minutes were a blur, both you and Wilhemina was sneering out insults at one another the word tumbling out of your mouth weren't true. She had hurt you but you didn't mean any of those harsh words. Wilhemina didn’t mean hers either, she felt an unfamiliar feeling stirring inside her. Cordelia observed the scene unfold, wide eyes and mouth open agape. She wasn’t processing the words. "You are fucking pathetic." Wilhemina spits. .The shock of what’s happened causing her to freeze, at the last word leaving Wilhemina's mouth she snapped out of her shock. “Wilhemina calm down, please.” Cordelia utters “We were going to tell her.” She adds softly, maintaining eye contact with Wilhemina.

You froze, not because of what they had muttered to each other but the tender look displaying across the redhead. You were intrigued but the feeling was pushed aside due to the anger still fizzing inside you, you knew you would regret your words tomorrow morning, maybe even tonight. However, at this minute, you weren’t bothered. “ I don’t want to hear it.” You say, exhaustion coating your words.

“Stop it, please, y/n,” Cordelia says. “ We can’t avoid it.” She adds, her eyes examine you, she knew there wasn’t a chance you would listen to them. “Go use someone else, or better yet, don’t put someone else through this and make them feel shit.” You snap, turning your back and climbing the stairs to your room. Cordelia frantically shouts you name, you hear the distance steps of heels against the floor, alongside a cane. Wilhemina had walked away, back hunched as the harsh words you said before finally impacting her. Cruel bitch. Sadistic bitch. The critical list went on. It was practically like a bodily punch to the stomach. Slowly, each cruel word was being written on the wall for her to see, for her mind to torture her with. With rapid steps, Cordelia strides behind.

The redhead steps into a vacant classroom, instead of sitting she decides to pace the room. Cordelia rushes in seconds later, a little hastily and with a touch of concern. “What the hell was that Wilhemina?” The blonde questions, folding her arms and narrowing her eyes at the redhead. “She started it!” Wilhemina snaps back, throwing a death glare at the witch in front of her, however, the minor tremble in her voice gave her away. “No, you did. You addressed her as a slut.”

“Well, she is! She was deliberately making us jealous.”She admits, she sees the supremes eyebrows furrow a little and lift in amusement. “Are you jealous?” She says slyly. Wilhemina eyes widened a fraction and her mouth opens in an ‘o’ shape before she masks the look with a glare. “Of course not. It's a rotten emotion.” She rushes out, directing her eyes to the ground. Cordelia wasn’t fooled, she knew her girlfriend all too well, she meets the Wilhemina shielded eyes. They stare at each other for a couple of seconds; Cordelia may have been blind in the past but she knew when someone was lying. Wilhemina had a few tells, her eyes would always cast down to the ground whilst saying a lie before they meet the person's eyes. It took a couple of weeks for the witch to realise this. Wilhemina wasn’t a liar by any means, but she had lied a couple of times about missing breaks, dinners or not taking her medication. The most obvious one is her back pain. Her face would harden anytime someone was nearby, almost as a defence against the world. She displayed no weakness, even to those few she trusted, her walls were always up. Her grip against her cane would be tighter, white knuckles against oak wood, her steps more firm and harsh. The weight she would bear being too much for her body to deal with, not just the physical pain but the mental pain. The pity stares from the people on the streets, the ruthless comment from a few of them and the torturous words that would repeat themselves to her in her mind. The facade she had painted across her features, was a physical shield. A shield that had always sheltered her from others. However, it never defended herself from the person who spat the most hate, herself.

“I am not jealous.” It was harsh, too harsh for Cordelia.

“Of course not,” Cordelia tone was still sentimental and angelic.“The almighty, Wilhemina Venable doesn’t get jealous,” Cordelia wittily says, softly but with a little humour. She wanted to lighten the mood, she wants her to admit what she was feeling. “Fine, I am.” Wilhemina breathes out, a soft smile gracing Cordelia's lips and the shyness of Wilhemina words. “You’re a fool.” Cordelia huffs out, walking to the redhead. She wraps her arms around Wilhemina's waist, luring her towards her body. Wilhemina gets the message and props her head against the blonde's shoulder, breathing in her alluring scent of vanilla and rose petals, It concealed Wilhemina’s raw anger. A sense of peaceful calm infuses her.

Once in your room, alone at last. Your thoughts running wild as the feeling of regret spills out and engulfs your body. You were hanging onto a thread, keeping your emotions intact before the tears gathered as the door slams shut. The air spilling out off you made the thread snap. The tears fall against your cheek, leaving wet tracks across your skin. Hastily wiping the tears away, you shimmer out of the dress and into a cold shower, hoping the intense feeling in your chest disappears. The cold bullets against your skin dull it slightly. Your mind wanders back to the scene, seeing the difference in each of them. They both have a different approach. Wilhemina being the raging flames. She was defensive, hurtful and headstrong. She would try to control the flames but would always lose control, it was a losing battle. That's where Cordelia's gentle and soft demeanour would come in, she was capable of dulling the burning flames, control them. In a way, Cordelia was the one that defused Wilhemina's temper.

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bunny-hoodlum · 3 years

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Asynchronous With You: Ch 4

Hinata had no idea what she was doing following this child around, being lead from booth to booth, watching her pick up snacks and play games as they went. She was asked if she wanted a taiyaki, but she hadn't the stomach for it. She was asked if she wanted to help win her a plushie, but she was too numb to respond.

Everyone was looking at them.

Her classmates made comments in passing.

"Hey, I didn't know you had a sister!"

"Whoa, shocker! You're not an only child?"

"Huh? Who's that?"

"Guess Hyuuga-san can't be mysterious and secretive forever."

And then there was Naruto's face angled above the river of bodies, wide, open eyes filled with confusion and concern.

She ducked her head down. At the same time, Hanabi tugged at her skirt and pointed at another booth ahead. Following her lead her closer to Naruto, who began to push his way through to reach her.

His prescence is always like the sun, at times warm and welcoming, other times overbearing. Suffocatingly hot, in fact. Like now. Like she's been abandoned without her shoes, wandering barefoot on an asphalt desert, and here he is bearing down on her, unrelenting.

Several takes are made between Hanabi and herself. He's assessing with his own eyes and verifying it against their history.

"How old is she?" He murmurs.

Hinata releases a shaky sigh. "Ten. Her birthday's in March."

And Kurenai had taken them in the summer before. Her parents must have gotten pregnant again shortly after.

They both watched as Hanabi grasped the baseball and threw her arm back. After a couple near misses, she finally got it through the 300pt hole. Hinata clapped, but it was hollow and robotic. This obvious show of pain only earned her more of his attention, and that pained her too.

Hanabi skipped over to them, another palm-sized plushie added to the others hooked inside her left arm. Her cunning upturned eyes widened upon seeing Naruto standing so closely to her Onee-san.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

Naruto froze up, a hand reached behind his head as he sputtered to explain without making things weird.

"He's someone that was nice to me in grade school," Hinata said coolly.

"Uh, yeah," The right half of Naruto's face pinched in mild disagreement, finding her answer a bit more impersonal than he was going for.

"What? That's all?" Hanabi's open-mouth frown made her look like the goldfish she tried to scoop earlier. She seemed visibly bored by this revelation.

Hinata also caught an indignant look from Naruto, whose eyes seemed to ask 'Yeah, that's all?'.

"Oh, I forgot," She met his stare, "You're trying to befriend the whole school by graduation." It wasn't code. He was almost obsessively expanding his contacts every day. He wanted to appear in every school photo for the yearbooks. He wanted the empty spaces so dense with inside jokes, fond wishes and signatures that no one could ever say he was unpopular and unloved.

"Hell yeah. And I'm halfway there, too."

It was Hanabi's turn to read the air between them as she glanced from person to person. A good-humored smirk curved her lips. "Looks like you have a long ways to go with Onee-san. Well, nice meeting you!" She grabbed Hinata's hand and began to drag her away, waving her flummoxed acquaintance goodbye. Hinata didn't even resist.

Naruto watched her disappear through the throng, as irritation and discomfort took seat inside his chest. She's walking around like a puppeted corpse and she gives him attitude?! His sigh transforms into a drawn out growl as he mentally works through the wrongness he feels. He comes out of it calmer, sympathy renewed.

She's simply not acting like herself. He has to forgive her for that.

As her brother, and the only one that's around, he has to fix this.

Otherwise, what is he good for?

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He had determined to find her again later in the day, when her sister surprise was no longer sucking the soul out of her.

And he does find her later, when the sky is a guava-mango sorbet dimming darker, and the school halls are shadowed in sleepy silence.

She's found a place to be alone, in a stairwell that hardly anybody uses.

Well, except himself. And a few others.

It's a great place for a post-lunchtime quickie.

It's not a hundred-percent guarantee to be unoccupied, but it's kind of a well-guarded school secret.

Now that he thinks about it, as she sits there much like his other catches have, and he's coming to meet her when everyone's gone, it leaves him feeling... exposed and shameful. Like they're both here for unsavory reasons.

A flash of a memory intrudes on him, of baby-soft, plump white skin that refused to be buttoned up in the shirt he shrank, bouncing with the force to cause an earthquake in his room, that tight-lined cleavage taunting him.

It took him weeks to look her in the face again, and he thinks about it now?!

He smacks his cheeks until he's regained stoic resolve. But then something else nags at him.

What if she was here, and she was waiting for someone else?

No one's invited her over here yet, he would know.

But they could. And when they did...

He shakes off these burdensome thoughts like a wet dog.

No one in this school has their eye on his sister. He would know that, too.

And he wouldn't allow it.

He can't think of a damn soul that's good enough for her.

So hardworking, so generous, so considerate and patient. Plus she was smart, she cooks better than Kurenai-obasan, and she's an amazing listener.

She's just so, so amazing.

And yet, stuff like this happens.

She's like the smallest thing to ever exist, that's what she looks like right now. As if he could scoop her up with both hands and still lose her between the cracks of his palms.

Just like when they first met.

Neji's voice rises up in the back of his mind. "You're the only one I can ask."

He's got a lot of experience cheering her up and making her feel safe, and this time will be no different.

Or so he thought.

When she looks up at him, he feels transparent. Her brow is furrowed like it doesn't make sense for him to be here.

"Can you take me to the train station?" She asks unblinkingly, thin tears escaping from the inner corners.

His mind goes a mile a minute with speculation, but he'd already been planning on saying 'yes' to her no matter what she had asked of him.

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They're taking the train to Neji's private high school. It's way pass curfew, so there's no visiting him at his dorm, but they're going to try.

Naruto can't talk to her because she's fully turned towards the window. Instead he takes this free time to picture himself in her situation. That he has family somewhere out there, and siblings he's never met. That they lived their lives without him. Maybe even erased his existence from their story. No photographs, no baby book.

Was Hinata even still on their family registry?!

He folded over and clutched his head, groaning. "This is so fucked. How could they do this to you?!"

For the past six hours, she's been asking herself the same thing.

She was also asking for Hanabi's sake, those fragile words ringing over and over in the back of her mind.

"Do you think I'm a redo?"

Hinata squeezed her eyes shut tight.

Because there are no redos without mistakes.

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AN: Sorry, this is only 800 words! D: I'll probably combine this with the previous chapter as well when I post it to AO3. Or maybe it's somehow fine as is? Like an Interlude? I also wanted to write that heartwrenching scene between Hanabi and Hinata and get some exposition out of the way, but today it felt tedious. :( I wish I had written it when I originally wanted to, lol.

That aside, I'm not totally happy with the flow of the middle scene, it just feels maybe... distracted? or disjointed? Hmm... tangential?

Plus I couldn't seem to dig very deep into Naruto's reactions and like, the logical progression of his emotions. I feel I just skimmed the surface. Oh wait, maybe it's because he ought to be belligerently outspoken about this stuff, right? （・□・；）

Sometimes I think I really miss the ball when writing Naruto cuz I subdue him to be more 'normal' and have enough situational awareness to get by on. (눈_눈)

#asynchronous with you fanfiction #naruto x hinata #naruhina #naruhina fanfiction #chapter 4 #more WIP than official #short chapter

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riofann · 3 years

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Rio Random 4

Things got a lot better after that, to your surprise. But you had both decided that you were basically going to do a redo and actively work on your relationship. It was a bit difficult at first. But you felt better when you saw Mick removing drugs from your house. He also got you a security system that you could look at from your phone to see who has been in and around the house. You didn’t smell Beth around your house as often either. You actually didn't hear much about Beth, as far as you were concerned things were being dealt with.

Rio would stop by two times a week at least on top of dates breakfast, lunch, brunch, dinner, or dessert. He was a romantic at heart actually, you would find flowers at home or at work sitting on your desk. He often used to look at you and smile which made you blush. You also met Marcus and Rhea one night at a state fair. Rhea was like Rio, hard to read you could see why the two ended up together. All together your relationship was far from perfect but you could honestly say you were happy.

One late afternoon you rushed home from work. Rio had sent you a text saying he had left a present for you. He often did this when he found lingerie that he liked and wanted you to wear it. Some dates he had dressed you from head to toe, others he provided the undergarments. Not that your taste was bad but he enjoyed doing this.

When you open the door to your home you hear voices coming from the bottom of your house before you could turn around and walk away you come face to face with a strange woman.

“Uh hi” Ruby greets uneasily

“Who are you?” You ask

“Uh Krystal”

Quickly Beth comes around the corner “Oh Y/N I was just ummm....”

You close your door now pissed, what are you doing in my house. Mick had moved all the drugs from your home, Rio had promised you nothing was left in your house. You looked around to see your house in disarray before turning your attention back to Beth and these other women.

“Oh well Rio wanted me to drop off something”

“Did he? Inside my house? He doesn’t even have a key, so how’d you get in?”

“Well Mick helped with that” “Okay what are you dropping off”

“Uh,” “Right let me just give him a call I’m sure he would love to hear about this”

“NO! Let's not bother him you know he is busy right Be... be be because he wouldn't like that right Krys?” Annie interjects

“Or should I call the police?”

Without warning Beth pulled out her gun and pointed it at you

“What are you doing?” Ruby asked in horror

“Alright Sit” she says motioning with the gun

“Are you gonna tell me what you're doing here in my house Elizabeth?”

Instinctively the two women looked at her as she looked shocked as well “How did you?”

“Elizabeth Boland, you have 5 children with your ex husband Dean right? Used to be a stay at home wife? Did I get that right?”

“SIT!” she demands “No, what are you gonna do? shoot me?”

“SIT!” she turns to look at Annie and Ruby before turning her attention back to you “Who told you?”

“Oh uh Mrs. Doubtfire... Yea i was stopping by to give you that book i borrowed and she said there was no such thing as Krystal had no idea what i was talking about then she told me everything”

“That damn woman”

“SIT!”

“NO! If you're gonna point a gun at me then I expect you to shoot.”

Ruby tugs at her arm “Beth lets just go” “NO ITS HERE” she yells while yanking her arm back “you think you are so special, that's what he does you know. Make you feel special then he just dumps you like you're nothing!”

“But I’m not you Beth, and i'm not Rio, so whatever you're looking for its not here and whatever beef you have take it up with him”

“I SAID SIT!”

“I'm not deaf i don't know why you're yelling”

“Beth” Annie tries to calm the situation Beth with a bewildered look turns to look at Annie “NO!”

“This is bad” Ruby comments

“You can't just threaten her life because of some guy....Beth” Annie states

“I am not all I need her to do is sit Annie!....I know that it’s here it just has to be...”

As they argued within themselves you felt like it was the perfect opportunity to sneak away as you got close to the door. You turned abruptly to open it when you heard commotion followed by sharp pain on your side, you looked down to see blood seeping through your clothes. You slowly fall to the floor back resting against the wall.

“OH MY GOD BETH!” “SHE WAS GETTING AWAY” she defends “HE IS GOING TO KILL US” Annie states looking at her sister like she had 5 heads “I’M SO SORRY Y/N” she says rushing towards you

“YOU BITCH” You kick her in the chest causing her to fall back, you groan and hold onto your side

“This isn't good please don't kick me none of this was supposed to happen” Ruby says slowly crouching down next to you

“Put pressure on it” Annie instructs

“I need towels!”

“It's gonna be okay” Ruby tries her best to sooth you “I can't believe you”

“I didn't” Beth says while holding onto your wound

Annie rushed back with towels in hand

“Uh guys we have to take her to the hospital” You don’t know when it happens but you start to fade away “Y/N! Can you stand?” “Y/N!” Annie calls your name “she's not... Y/N stay awake

“What's wrong with you?” Ruby scolds

“What? Ruby..”

“Why are you trigger happy”

“It was an accident, help me get her in the car!”

“Well we can't go out the front door”

“Then help me get her through the fucking back door Annie”

“Oh my god” Annie says throwing her hands up

When 30 minutes pass Rio is beyond infuriated with you. You were not picking up his calls or answering his texts and from what he knew you were at home.He doesn’t know why you flaked on him, he thinks you were in a drunken slumber wondering how you got back into it, you had shown signs of improvement.

When he gets to your house however he opens the door, he hears Coconut’s barking and he immediately spots the pool of blood by the door

“Go find her is all he needs to say to Mick”

He walks through your home, there were multiple holes cut in your walls, holes in the cushion seat on the couch, furniture overturned. When he walks into the bedroom everything is in disarray just like the living area. Carefully he walks down the steps and spots your bag. He thinks you were ambushed. His mind goes into overdrive and is thinking of who would have the gull to do such a thing as far as he was concerned everyone knew enemy wise especially in this line of business that children and wives/girlfriends were out of the question. So whoever had the gull to do such a thing was bold and he’s wondering who it could be. He makes a few calls before he’s sitting in front of your laptop trying to log in. another phone call and he’s given the password. When he looks through the security footage nothing but rage takes over.

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After pacing the floor in silence Ruby explodes with emotion “He is going to kill us!”

“He doesn't know where we are” Beth counters

“I have a child Beth and I need to call Stan and let him know what’s going on!”

“So do I Ruby, I have 5 to be exact, he wont do anything she's just a placeholder anyway”

Ruby looks at her in disbelief “Are you kidding me he broke up with YOU to be with HER she is no placeholder”

“She's not special he can find another woman like her anytime soon” Beth states dismissively

“Beth i don't like this you need to call him and tell him it was a mistake” Annie jumps into the conversation

“Relax he doesn't know where we are he’s not stupid plus Dean will throw his ass in jail”

Putting her hands up Ruby states “I can’t believe you” before she walks away A brief moment of silence before Beth’s phone starts ringing

When they all look at the phone only unknown flashes through the screen after the 5th time the screen is black for good

“Elizabeth please for our sake just tell him” Ruby pleads “we can’t be hidden forever”

“NO! Now shut up and let me think!”

“Or what you're gonna shoot me” Ruby expresses frustrated

“It was an accident!”

Ruby scoffs, “Like shooting him too? I'm starting to think you’re trigger happy”

“Don't start accusing me you shot someone in the foot!”

“That was an accident! We all know it was, but you just can't let this life go huh. You can't let this power go so whoever stands in your way you're gonna get rid of them”

Beth walked up to Ruby looking at her right in the eye “You're right so move out of my way” she didn't have time to be arguing with her so if that meant intimidating her she would.

Annie quickly got between the two and separated them. “Guys i cant right now please not now, i can't deal with this, we just need to stick together”

Beth was right Rio couldn't locate them at first but he had found you. You were in the surgical icu stabilizing after your surgery. Because you were considered a Jane Doe no one was really allowed to see you, but Rio had his connections and he walked in to see you fast asleep before walking out. He says nothing as Mick drives him over to Beth’s house. Nothing was out of the ordinary except Beth was missing. He also had other cars posted outside of Ruby’s house and Annie's.

“Aii bet” he hangs up the phone irritated that no one could locate Beth, she had become a protégé, so good at hiding things from him now.

"You gon’ have to get rid of her” Mick states before looking at Rio, “She shot you, planned your assassination," he scoffs "stolen, sabotaged, lied, how much more you gon let her get away with"

“I cant get rid of her, if i do i gotta deal with the other 2, not to mention the stupid ass husbands that's almost 10 kids in foster care, too much heat its bad for business now anyway, plus I'm still under the microscope cuz of Turner”

“Both can’t co exist though, so you either with Beth or you with Y/N.”

“Fuck me”

“Gotta make a move boss”

“Ima figure something out”

It takes 2 days but he finally locates them. Abruptly woken from their sleep and thrown in a van they find themselves in an unknown place, kneeling in front of him, with plastic bags underneath them.

“Please i have children” Beth tries to plead her case

Rio’s shoulders roll back before he speaks “Nah see you can’t keep doing that mama, you can't keep provoking me and asking for mercy cuz you got kids.”

“I'm a mother, they need their mother!”

“Please Rio” Ruby interjects

“See that's the problem, I hoped you being a mother, you would actually be more careful but I get it now. You just wanna be reckless and use me as your cover. Shoot me 3 times it's my fault. Steal my fault, lie my fault, plot to kill me my fault" his shoulders roll "what was Y/N’s fault why you shoot her?" Already knowing the answer he wanted to see what she would say

"She knows my name I know you told her"

"She's my girl"

"Right just like I was but unlike her you can't replace me you need me!”

"Humor me Beth, are you jealous?"

Beth scoffs “of what?"

"Y/N"

She scoffs again "you wish! You probably get off knowing 2 women want you"

He licks his bottom lip and smiles. It takes a minute before he speaks “So what should i do with you, all of you? I know I’m tired of this game, we’ve been playing it for too long. Aint y’all tired of wondering if im gon kill you?” He asks addressing Annie and Ruby

“Please I promise to walk away” Annie offers

“Annie shut up!” Beth scolds

“NO! YOU SHUT UP BETH GOD YOU ARE SELFISH! ALWAYS HAVE BEEN!”

“Annie I’m trying to....” Before she can finish she stops after she hears her phone ringing

Rio looks down at the phone “Talk it out I gotta take this call” he says before walking away

The girls don’t say anything but look at each other. When they see him return Beth comments “I got this let me speak.” waiting for him to sit down before she begins “You can’t kill us and you know it. So you can run back to your little girlfriend and kiss her wound and tell her she's special and I'll go back to doing my thing” she says snidely Both Annie and Ruby looked at her shocked.

“She is, it could have been you but the 3 bullets kinda changed my mind”

“OH MY GOD! Can you let that go!”

“I did then I found out you hired a hitman and some kid to shoot me. Things change all the time between us, you know this”

“So what are you gonna do? Because we have work to do”

“I know.” He nods at the men behind them. The zip ties are cut before he walks away “I’ll see you around yea?”

When he leaves they all look at each other shocked that he even let them walk away. They remain in that position until all the men leave.

“See I told you!”

“I can’t do this Beth you need some serious help and I’m not willing to wager my family as collateral for it” Ruby states “It worked” “For you! Not for us, you think it's just a one woman show where you do everything? Like your actions don’t have any effect on our lives'' “Ruby it worked I don’t know why you’re being such a baby about it” “Yea well better that than you”

Annie interjects once again before things get heated “Guys can we just figure out how to get home”

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“So what now?” Mick asks frustrated with the whole thing. “She still working for you?” he knew the pattern all too well Beth would do something to get back at Rio

“Nah we moving, leaving Michigan, getting new headquarters. She wanna run the business? Cool, but no protection, no muscle, no supply of weapons, no connections, yea she can print money but she can’t operate or deal, not without me. Make sure everyone knows if they entertain her they are dead. I don’t care what it is if I find out I’m putting a bounty on your head. She right though I can’t kill her but i can kill her business”

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It took a few days but when you regain consciousness in the hospital you see one of Rio’s men at least you’re assuming he is sitting by you. You two don’t speak and you go back to sleep. The next day police stop by to question you about your shooting, you tell them the story Rio’s guy told you, a home invasion gone wrong. They leave satisfied with the explanation. Rio comes to visit a few days after you have been moved to a step down unit that was more private.

The door opens and you watch as he walks in “Rio”

Hey mama he approaches you with hands behind his back and as he gets closer a cute teddy bear that has ‘get well soon on it’

“How you feeling?” he asks taking a seat next to you on the bed

“I got shot” you state factually

“You got shot” he says moving the hair from your face

“Where have you been? The cops came to see me”

“I know they stopped by, I was handling something. Did you tell them what Honcho told you to say?”

“Yes”

He smiles and looks at you with a face you can’t quite read

“So where is she?”

You were hoping he would say dead in a ditch somewhere or something along the lines of ‘you never have to worry about her’ but what he said made you more angry

“At home”

“She's alive?”

“Yea”

You roll your eyes, was she gonna be thorn on your side for the rest of your life with Rio? “But she won’t bother you” “Yea said that last time and now i have a bullet hole on my side that says otherwise” “Nah she won’t be able to reach you this time cuz we leaving, after you get discharged”

“What? You want me to move?”

“Yea,we can...” You interrupt "There's no we anymore, you're like a bad omen. In less than a year since i met you I get shot and now i have a bullet wound because of your unhinged ex that you couldn't keep in check and you still think there's a 'we' "

“I told you,” he runs his hand down his chin “i asked you to be patient” he speaks softly

“Be patient, meant with you! So you could change not ‘be patient, my crazy ex who i can't control will shoot you months from now but i still need you to understand” you say sarcasm laced in your tone

“Y/N” “You told me to treat you like any other guy on the street, so I am. We are done!”

“You can't stay here” he stresses “Why not?” “Beth isn’t my only enemy, and once she finds out my plans she will go to them for revenge”

“So where are we going? I have a career here! Aunt Brenda and Mia, my parents, I visit their graves often”

“They can come visit you, You can always get another job, it’s not safe for you here Y/N”

“Was it ever safe? Didn’t you have enemies before? Was I not in danger then”

“This is different, Beth is vengeful I can’t risk it”

“Where are we going?”

“I can't tell you, not now I’m still figuring that out”

“Typical” “Listen i'm packing up your house I’m gonna get you a new place in a new city you'll get a job”

“Rio are you kidding me you want me to just up and leave?” “Yea,” he stands up and looks down at you “it’s non negotiable, i gotta protect you, after you get discharged we leaving”

“Protect me? From who? The only person I need protection from is you. Rein que le diable (nothing but the devil)”

He stares at you for a moment “get some rest” he says before kissing your forehead. He didn’t care about how you felt in the moment protecting you, Marcus, and Rhea were his top priority and he knew that always came with push back no matter who he was talking to.

A/N: as always tell me what you think. Not really a fan of this chapter didn’t know how to go around it.

#Manny Montana #rio x you #Brio #rio x reader #good girls nbc #nbc rio good girls #nbc good girls fic #nbc good girls #rio good girls #rio x beth #beth boland

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retrievablememories · 4 years

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title: style pairing: jaehyun x black!reader genre: fluff request: “I was watching the bts for the photo shoots for neo zone and made think about how fun it would be on set with them. Do you think you could write something more jaehyun centric about being like a new makeup artist on set. It can be a black reader as well if that’s cool with you” word count: 2.8k warnings: none that i can think of except some cursing a/n: oof okay my mind somehow skipped over the “new” part so the reader in this fic is actually pretty experienced w/ being a makeup artist. i could rewrite it but i didn’t want to wait any longer to post this fic since it’s already been a couple weeks since the request. i’m sorry if this is not what you were looking for anon, let me know 🤕

Being a Black makeup artist in a mostly Korean music industry can be weird at times. It’s not the life of roses and perfume that many others at the beginning of your career would’ve had you think it is, but you have managed to carve out your own niche. You have friends and people who support you, and a nice apartment you’re able to pay for with the salary you receive from SM, which is enough for you.

It also doesn’t hurt to be surrounded by pretty men all the time.

You worked for many different groups and solo acts before landing a steady job at SM Entertainment—some were nicer than others, and some were straight-up assholes. You can’t say you miss those days much, especially when you were just starting out and not always certain of where your next paycheck was coming from. Now, your most consistent clients have been NCT, which you are grateful for; they’re always pleasant and fun to work with.

Your latest work with them involves NCT 127’s new album, Neo Zone. You’re coming in today for the first day of the album jacket photoshoot, which you’re excited about; you haven’t seen any of the NCT members since you worked on Coming Home. You don’t mind doing makeup for the other SM acts, but there’s a certain connection you have with this group that you just can’t explain.

With your makeup bag on hand, you enter the studio where the boys are going to be shooting today, already taken aback by the loud orange checkerboard pattern on the floor. There are even garish deer heads and hooves mounted up on the walls; SM has really outdone themselves this time.

“Y/N, it’s you!” Jaehyun looks excited to see you, and his enthusiasm rubs off on you; you shoot him a welcoming smile back.

“Hi Jaehyun,” you say, walking over to where he’s standing. Jaehyun doesn’t hesitate to open his arms to give you a hug, and you appreciate the soothing smell of his cologne before pulling away.

Jungwoo and Mark run up to you too, crushing you between them in a hug, and pretty soon you end up embracing all of the boys as they come over for your attention.

“Wow, that is some hairstyle…” you say as you pull away from Johnny. You reach up to pinch one of his twists between your fingers, examining it with a look halfway between mortification and amusement.

“Do you like it?” he asks, an equally awkward grin on his face.

“Um…I’m sure the fans will love it.” You can only chuckle and pat him on the arm before making your way back over to Jaehyun to start on his look for the shoot. You pull your supplies out of your makeup bag as Jaehyun watches you from the chair; his attention is eventually drawn away when Taeil comes over to show him something on his phone.

When you have everything ready and have pinned his hair out of the way, you start painting his face.

Jaehyun only has one AirPod in his ear; you’re not sure where the other is, but you figure it must be with Taeil or one of the other members. You think he’s just listening to music without paying you any mind, but he says suddenly, “I like when you come around.”

“Oh, really? Why is that?”

“I dunno, your makeup just looks better…” He lowers his voice as if he doesn’t want the other makeup artists to hear, and you laugh inwardly.

“Maybe it’s because I know how to use the right foundation shade.” You both laugh openly at that, and Haechan takes notice, dropping in beside Jaehyun.

“What are you two laughing about? I wanna laugh too,” the younger man says, his eyes round and mischievous.

“Just the fact that it’s no fun to walk around with makeup looking like Casper the Ghost,” you say, and Haechan scoffs.

“Try telling that to….” Haechan’s eyes dart around, and you suspect the makeup artist he wants to throw shade on must be at the shoot with them right now. “...nevermind, that’s a discussion for the group chat!” Instead, he goes over to Taeyong to bother him.

“Group chat? I feel left out now,” you say jokingly, continuing with Jaehyun’s makeup.

“You don’t have one with your stylist friends or something like that?” he asks.

“Yes, but I wanna know what you guys are talking about…” You raise your eyebrows. “That’s just nosy me, though.”

“Nothing interesting,” Jaehyun replies, though you can tell by the look in his eyes that that’s far from the truth.

“Mhmm, sure.” You purse your lips together and shake your head. “Don’t let me find out you’re on some fuckboy shit.”

“If I was, would you punish me?” Jaehyun says this loud enough to draw a few mildly scandalized glances from the stylists and makeup artists standing nearby, and you duck your head, feeling equal parts tickled and embarrassed.

“You’re a mess, Jaehyun. I’m trying to keep this job, okay?” you reprimand him, but there’s no seriousness in it at all.

“Of course, you’re right—I’d never want to see my favorite staff member gone.”

“Shiiit, now I’m just a staff member?” You put a hand over your heart, acting hurt. You both laugh and joke around for a while longer until you’re done with his look for the photoshoot.

Once you finish with Jaehyun’s makeup, you do Mark and then Taeil, chatting casually with them all the while. Taeil is still a bit quiet with you, but he’s incredibly funny when he wants to be, and you can always appreciate a good joke or two. You know Jaehyun “flirts” with you noticeably more than the other members do, but you’ve gotten used to all their subtle differences and you don’t think to chalk it up to more than innocent playfulness—or over-playfulness, maybe.

You’re always somewhere nearby in the background, ready to jump in and retouch someone’s foundation or redo a highlight whenever necessary. You sit back and watch Jaehyun take his solo pictures, admiring your good work on his makeup—or maybe his handsomeness all on its own. He has a good face, you think, and try to convince yourself that you’re only thinking about it in terms of how easy his features are to work with.

Your front row view of the show is interrupted when one of the stylists comes over to ask you a question, and you’re pulled to another area to handle an issue. There’s never not something to do on days like these, though you don’t really mind it; being busy doesn’t bother you as much when the work is fairly fun.

The other boys continue playing around on the set as they wait their turns for solo photos and then group pictures. You eventually end up back in front of Taeil again, fixing a spot on his foundation with a Q-tip as a hairstylist fusses over his strands.

You sit on one of the couches on set for a moment’s break after finishing with Taeil. Johnny comes creeping over to you with the polaroid camera he’s been carrying for the past half-hour, and you can already guess what’s about to happen. You hold your hands up, blocking your face.

“I know you’re the aspiring photographer and all, but can you give me and my visage a break?”

“Just one?” Johnny begs, giving you his best pout. You give him an unimpressed look and cross your arms, but your face eventually cracks when he keeps throwing you exaggerated pouty expressions.

“It’s not happening! I’m not even prepared for pictures today,” you insist. Your complaints are interrupted when Haechan slides onto the couch beside you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“Don’t you want to take a picture with me, at least?” He tries to press his cheek against yours and you gently chide him about his makeup, not wanting to create more work for the other girls on set who’ll have to fix it. “I knoww, I knoww. If you take a picture with me, I’ll stop!”

You sigh in mock distress. “Fine, one photo! Can’t keep these paparazzi off my back, can I?” You and Haechan end up striking multiple poses for Johnny while he pretends to be an enthusiastic photog capturing a celebrity couple.

“Hope Jaehyun doesn’t get too jealous,” Johnny says absentmindedly, holding one of the shiny polaroids between his fingers. You cock your head at that.

“Now why would he get jealous?”

“Because that’s how Hyung is,” Haechan replies, quickly getting off the couch and trying to usher Johnny off the scene. He acts as if the older man has just said something he wasn’t supposed to, and Johnny belatedly notices his “mistake” with an awkward shrug. Before he leaves, he hands you one of the polaroids of you and Haechan.

“Put it in a scrapbook or something!”

“Sure, Johnny.” You stare at the small photo in your hands, though Johnny’s words stay floating around in your mind well after the first day’s shoot is over.

The next day is hectic, much like the last, though the set is quite different this time around. You definitely feel a bit better about having more space to move around in without other staff members practically standing on top of each other. Johnny’s hair is back to its normal state, though now Taeil and Haechan have braids; you can’t help but squint your eyes at that, though you say nothing. It’s not worth falling out with the hairstylists again—you learned early on that these companies are gonna do whatever the hell they want.

“You look really good today—all thanks to me, of course,” you tell Jaehyun after he finishes recording his part for the BTS video. “Aren’t I magic?”

“Don’t knock the hairstylists, they wouldn’t like to hear that,” he snickers.

“I’d like to do more than knock them, but we ain’t got time for that.” You wave your hand and change the subject. “Did you enjoy yesterday’s shoot? I dunno about you, but I think it went pretty well. Hopefully today is the same.”

Jaehyun nods his agreement. “It was great.” Then he pauses before casually mentioning, “I heard you and Haechan were getting close yesterday, though.” You notice Doyoung and Yuta out of the corner of your eye, lingering around as if they’re waiting on their turn for photos, but it’s clear that they’re eavesdropping from the looks on their faces.

“Yes, so sue me for hanging out with an NCT member that isn’t you, how could I ever betray you in such a way?” You cover your mouth in faux horror and the other man shakes his head, grabbing your elbow.

“I don’t know if my heart will ever recover,” he says, going along with your act. He pulls on your arm and brings your hand to chest. “Feel it—it’s broken!”

This feels like a bold move even for him, and Doyoung makes a noise in the background that confirms your surprise. You whip your head towards the other two men and they immediately scatter, finding other things to preoccupy themselves with to avoid your scolding.

Jaehyun’s heartbeat is a little faster than it should be under your palm, and at this point you can probably guess why. Johnny’s words and Haechan’s near panic come to the forefront of your memory again. You behave as casually as you can, drawing your hand back to your side and quirking an eyebrow at him. Someone calls your name from the other side of the room, and you go to see what they’re hollering about, but not before calling over your shoulder,

“Your heart rate’s elevated, might wanna see a doctor about that!”

You end up having to retouch Jaehyun’s makeup more than usual throughout the shoot because of his playing around with the other boys, whether it’s riding in a shopping cart or trying to pedal a damn bicycle up the wall, and you almost have to wonder if he’s doing it on purpose.

“You’re really gonna make me work for this job, huh?” You put your hands on your hips after finishing your quick fixes.

“Maybe.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“So, you admit you think I’m cute?”

“What do you expect me to say? You certainly ain’t ugly...don’t let it go to your head, though.” You pat his shoulder and steer him towards the cameras. “Now go on! Don’t make me have to stay past midnight fixing your makeup all day.”

The rest of the jacket shooting goes smoothly—as smoothly as anything can on a busy set, anyway. Yuta even manages to get you to dance with him to one of the songs blaring over the studio’s speakers, though you scurry off again as soon as you see Johnny coming with his phone in hand. You know his blackmail folder must be huge at this point, and you’re not trying to become a part of the collection.

The boys come over for their hugs again as you pack up your makeup bag. Pretty soon, the only one left without an embrace is Jaehyun.

“Saving the best for last?” you ask as he watches you. He really does do that a lot, you realize.

He shrugs as if he’s unaffected by your compliment, but his dimples peeking out give him away every time.

“You can just say it, you know.” You look around and lower your voice. Though the playlist is still cycling through as loud as ever, you’d rather not have anyone else’s ears in your conversation right now.

“Say what?” he whispers back, still smiling.

“Hello! I think we both know.”

“You want to hear me say it that bad?”

“That’s rich coming from you! I’m not the one who pulled a move literally out of a kdrama earlier.” As you speak, you accidentally knock over a bottle of setting spray on the table, and both of you reach for it at the same time.

Jaehyun’s fingers linger on yours, sending little sparks of excitement up your arm and through your body. You risk a look at him, and although you’re supposed to be keeping it low right now, you feel as if you’re the only two left in the room. He leans closer, and his familiar scent hits your senses again, threatening to wrap you up permanently in its hold.

“You’re right. I like you.”

Jaehyun picks up the fallen bottle and presses it into your hand, and it takes you a few seconds to react and put it back in your bag.

“I knew it,” you lie. You’re not sure why you feel so nervous about this, or why you feel like you’re doing something you shouldn’t. It’s not uncommon for idols to date their stylists; after all, they’re around each other all the time. But that doesn’t mean the company or anyone else will approve.

“Yes, Detective, you’ve figured out the big mystery.” You glare at Jaehyun for that, but he remains unphased. He turns around and leans against the table, giving off a casual air when he’s really checking to make sure no one is heading in your direction. “So...what do you say?”

You decide to draw this out a little longer just because you can. “To what?”

“I know you like me too.”

“Maybe,” you say, mimicking his earlier answer. “What are you gonna do about it if I do?”

“Make you my girlfriend, duh.” He says it with all the confidence in the world, but then backtracks a little when you give him an amused look. “Only if that’s what you want, though; we don’t have to do anything if—”

“You’re overthinking it!” You shake your head as you put the last thing in your makeup bag and zip it up. “I want to. Really. But you’re gonna have to take me out first.”

“Just tell me where you wanna go. I’ll take you anywhere.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder and sigh. “Have you always been this good with words? Or is it just because I like you?”

Jaehyun pushes himself off the table and steps closer, crowding into your personal space. “You tell me.”

“Don’t be so obvious.” You step back when you notice one of the managers’ eyes lingering where you two are standing. “Just...text me. You know how to reach me, right?”

“Of course.”

You continue stepping backwards towards the entrance, not wanting to let him out of your sight just yet. You smile and wave with both hands, still playing the role of “makeup artist to a super-famous kpop idol” and not “departing girlfriend” like you want to. “Then we’ll talk next time! Bye, Jaehyun!”

Jaehyun waves back, and you don’t turn around until you’re well into the hallway and one of the other boys has called him to hurry up. Leaving the building, you lean against one of the outside walls to take a breather before you head to your car.

“Holy shit.”

#jaehyun fluff #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun imagines #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 fic #jaehyun fic #ambw fic #ambw kpop #ambw scenarios #ambw imagines #jaehyun #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct fic #yes...two fics for the price of one today

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sunball · 3 years

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Hi💫💓. I have a confession to make. Nothing too serious tbh. This is going to be lengthy. I created a Tumblr acc a while ago but, I was never active on it. I preferred to guest browse, you know. I would lurk around in the tags and read stuff. But, I never actually interacted with the posts. Ever. One day, I was doing the same thing and, I came across your blog. I LOVED reading your posts. You came across as an authentic and outspoken person to me. Your blog's aesthetic stood out to me. I could see that it was an expression of yourself. I could see the effort you put into it. I kept coming back to your blog and ended up finding some other wonderful blogs through it. After a while, I ended up traveling. I didn't have data or WiFi access at the time so, I couldn't read any of your posts. When I returned, I couldn't find your blog for some reason. I low-key freaked out. I am not sure how to explain this to you but, I have ALWAYS struggled with communication. It made me SO anxious to the point that I couldn't even imagine being on social media. People say that interacting with others on the Internet is much easier than face-to-face communication but, to me, it's all the same. At the end of the day, I am always wondering "Was I rude?", " Did I even make any sense?", "What are they going to think of me?". It is such an irrational fear but, I can't help it. After coming across your blog, I decided to check my natal chart, and lo and behold, I have Saturn in the 3rd. After finding out that you had the same placement, it gave me some kind of hope? That may be, someday, I would be able to express my thoughts just like you do. I really respect the efforts you put into your blog. I admire you for that. I really do. Okay, let's go back to the story. I eventually ended up finding your blog. I made up my mind to finally tell you that I loved your blog. I think I send you an ask. I think. But I decided to redo it cause' I felt like the first one didn't do justice. So here I am. I don't know if you will ever actually read this. Even now, while writing this, I am freaking out! I know I am anonymous but, my anxiety doesn't give an f. I want you to know that you are doing great. There are lots of people out there who appreciate what you do, and I am one of them. I hope you rise amongst all perils and achieve all your dreams. Thank you for being yourself. 💛💛💛

Hold up, I was supposed to make a confession, right? Okay so, I used to hang around with a cockroach as a kid. Let's call it bestie. Feels weird to say it, but bestie was actually well behaved? I used to sing songs for it and stuff. Our friendship lasted for a grand total of two days. Bestie was a great roach. Best of all?? It didn't fly. Yap, that's it. I don't know if you will read this but thanks for listening.

omg anon🥺🥺 I’m speechless aahhh aakdhjdg this means SO much to me. you made my day. you made me smile and tear up wow. thank you so much for taking your time to write this. im feelin super special rn hehehe just reading your words makes me feel appreciated 😭 I’m guessing you found my blog when my URL was ilyneptune? I was shadowbanned so that’s why you couldn’t find my blog, SORRY ABOUT THATTTT! I’m glad we found eachother again though :D

I totally get what you mean about the communication part, as a child I was really quiet and did not talk to my family or my friends much. at school I was the most awkward person and was labelled as stupid because whenever I got picked on to answer questions, I would just stutter and answer something stupid 😭 just speaking makes me feel like choking even if it’s just a simple hi. I also used to not like talking online too, I would leave messages unread and ignore them for weeks and I absolutely hated calls (I still do). I also take hours to write a paragraph. saturn in 3rd house things I suppose 😔 but actually, this year my communication got so much better. I stepped out of my comfort zone and made this blog. not so sure what made me do it but I’m glad I did it anyway. now I’m arguing with people in comment sections and I’m not afraid of being wrong anymore. I guess I just accepted that I’m not perfect and that I’m bound to make mistakes and that everyone is here for the same reason - to learn. would me saying something wrong make me a fool? or would the person laughing at me for being wrong and not asking questions be the fool instead? I actually have 2 quotes on my wall, “speak your mind even if your voice shakes” and “he who asks a question is a fool for a minute, he who does not ask is a fool for life”. those quotes are very important to me and pretty much changed my life :B my dad also helped me ig, he’s kinda cold lol but he told me that people actually don’t give a fuck about your mistakes, they don’t notice the things you notice like your crooked teeth, the way you eat, how you stuttered 3 times or how you messed up your presentation. why? people have their own insecurities and their own life to think about, they’re probably thinking of the exact same thing like “omg did they notice that I accidentally spat when I talked?”. so yeah that helped me too.

I believe that you can overcome these fears! I mean, you’re already doing it by writing this to me :D (which brought me to tears lol). If an awkward bean who barely spoke at school (aka me) can do it, so can you! I believe in you anon ((: it’s okay to be anon I understand! I appreciate you writing this to me (for the 2nd time KAHDH I’m sorry I didn’t get your last ask 😭). but anywaysss I’ll still be here for the day you express your thoughts (and imma listen hehe) I’m a sucker for thaaatttt, hearing people’s thoughts and opinions. I think it’s super fascinating how people think differently and how people can come up with different ideas. makes me just wanna take a look inside their mind KAHDJDH.

okay wth a cockroach HAHSGDGD AND WHY IS THAT WEIRDLY CUTE??? why am I aww-ing at a cockroach I don’t get it AHAHAAH AND YOU SANG TO IT?? WELL BEHAVED??? I’m chuckling here 😭😭 that’s so wholesome. so cuteeee😔 bestie will forever be missed <33

thank YOU anon. I hope you are doing well! I hope to see you againnn 🥺

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so I saw some posts in the bellarke tag (from a few bellarke) saying how season 6 bellarke was terrible and that Bellamy was out of character and would never do the things he did for Clarke that season.. and that he was bland, and the cpr scene could’ve been any sappy couple, but like ?? I loved season 6, and I thought Bellamy was in character (as opposed to season 5 where they barely interacted and had any big emotional talks after 6 years of thinking she’s dead and ugh s5 to me felt the least like them) i mean to me him doing anything for her seems like something Bellamy would do? Look at the all past seasons and all the sacrifices and thing he did for her and how protective he was over her for any little thing! I feel like Bellamy leaving everyone to save clarke would be something that would happen? And him basically in tears trying to save her as she’s dying in front of him pleading that he needs her seems in character and something they would do and it felt special and sweet to me :/ how was Bellamy bland for doing the most he can to save someone he loves?? Idk, s6 was one of my favorites for how actually romantic it was and it bums me out hearing some bellarkes hating it. How do you feel about it? Do most of the fandom think it’s ooc and Bellamy’s bland?

I think the most important fact to begin with here would be that you gotta understand something that was also a little hard for me to understand at first but that I learned fast when I got into the fandom and that is that-

Nobody judges Bellamy Blake more than his own fandom.

Literally.

I’m even gonna be as brave as to say that the pinapples might not even know what to put on his shoulders besides season 3 to blame him for every mistake but we can. We absolutely can say the worst things about him and call him anything.

You know back when I got in the fandom that was season 3 and that was the WORST time to join but haha, silly cute lil me, I knew of so many blogs and Bellamy and Bellarke fans who HATED Bellamy and refused to understand his actions which yes though questionable, were at least supposed to be put under the microscope and understood.

I knew people who hated season 2 Bellamy too which was such a surprise to me, those were mostly original season 1 fans who said that he was *too herioc* in season 2 and it *doesn’t fit his character*.

So after that, like season 3 and everything (and after Bob explained how much was missed on and not told and the better part of the season which made some fans show some mercy towards his character), I decided myself that I’ll always step back, think over everything that happens to him with as clear of a head as I can and decide for myself.

I kept doing it to the end which is also why I am the only one in the fandom who didn’t call him ooc in s7. But THAT is another subject.

I think what I mean here is that nobody and I believe that wholeheartedly is more rude or more brutal to Bellamy Blake than we are. I often felt like we as a fandom hated him more than any anti can and it broke my heart. Most of all what broke my heart was the blatant refusal to understand him or his actions.

I think after season 1 people just had this image of the bad boy rebel king with soft heart who lets Clarke and the 100 in and that was it and that still sells most to these days in fics and amongst the fandom.

That’s literally where they stopped and they refused to add anything else to his multilayered character in their heads.

ANYWAY-

You asked about season 6 and I LOVE season 6 despite most bellarkers not being fans of it. I think here it comes again a lot to fandom and how the said old gen bellarkers refused to like season 6 bellarke because apparently it wasn’t written as well, the dialogue was bad, they kept recycling stuff, I’ve seen this over and over and over again but for me, personally season 6 was a whole ass trip from beginning to end that is just that-

a love story.

His love story to Clarke.

I think through it he manages to achieve in his heart what he never got to do for her in season 4 and season 5. I have had a few friends at the time who thankfully felt the same way and we discussed the fact that-

season six is filled with all the romantic tropes that we as bellarke writers (and old gen bellarke) KEEP WRITING but complain that we never actually had

WHICH WE DO????

but somehow it is not good enough for them.

So to answer your quesiton, no, not all people in the fandom thought it was bad, but I feel like again as before with just bellamy and season 3 there was this PUSH as if on purpose, to hate this, to condemn it, to call it *not the same*. I understand what they say that yes they are not entirely the same people and here comes my next point-

THEY ARE NOT!

and newsflash-

THAT IS FINE.

I think a majority of the people refused to accept the fact that they grow as characters and they have layers added to them just as the story grew and went from one planet to another. I think not everyone can accept that and that is fine, I have no problem with that I just wish it wasn’t just so blatantly hated.

I personally think that the CPR scene is where they PEAKED in all aspects. THIS is the most they’ve been truly romantic I believe that and that it is actually expressed in the DESPERATION with which he saves her and her waking up and throwing herself in his arms. Also let’s not forget his lips touching hers which for us is like basically sex.

And after that scene came out I saw a lot of hate and I was so surprised, mainly on twitter from old bellarkers, fic writers who said LOL what a dumb scene, haha he can’t do CPR right and i was like WHAT-

WHAT-

COME AGAIN?

You were okay when she peckered his cheek for 0,02 secs and left him all the fuck alone in season 2 to deal with EVERYTHING and the kids but this is-

BAD FOR YOU?

HIm reccassitating her and begging her and crying and his own effing sister seeing his break down and then managing to get to her, to make her to pull through and her coming back and throwing herself in his arms IS BAD?

I mean I literally died there and it is still my favorite moment.

I know nobody would agree with this but I still think this is the best one. The hugs were great but at some point how many hugs can you have?

This was more. This was so much more and I loved it.

I think also there is something else when people call some scenes blind and that is that Bob was in a lot of pain filming that because of his injury. He literally couldn’t walk and had to redo some scenes from the beginning of the season back in the end when he was a little bit better so it is clear that it is very hard for him to do this but he still does his best imo and by the time the CPR scene comes he clearly is much better and it shows in his acting too (which is also why i personally love his acting in s7 it shows so much how when an actor takes care of themselves, takes a step back, recovers and comes back he literally crushes it but AGAIN i am a lone wolf in that aspect)

Anyway, here is my advice:

1.Stay out of the tags;

2. Find people who you enjoy seeing on your dash to follow and who do fit your interests in terms of the show.

3.Don’t read ppl’s opinions, frankly, don’t listen to anyone, not even me in that ask if it doesn’t sit right with you. Instead find your own thoughts and emotions.

When I first got in the fandom there was so much meta and meta blogs and you dk the hate I saw in our fandom when it came to bellamy or the wrong discorse about his actions so I just unfollowed them all and did my own thinking.

That’s what i advise you to do!

Thank you for your question, sorry for the length!

#bellarke #bellarkeedit #the 100 #meta #answered #season 6 #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #sorry for the lenght #Anonymous

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sheirukitriesfandom · 4 years

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Hi all,

After being inspired by @littlegalerion‘s rant about the College and her ideas for a rewrite, I’ve decided to try my hand at a rewrite myself. Some of Littlegalerion’s ideas have found their way into my rewrite as well because they are just that good. Many thanks for letting me use them. Warning: this is a very long post and it does contain spoilers for the original questline.

For this alternate questline the original situation remains the same (Savos is archmage, Mirabelle master-wizard and Ancano remains a thalmor), however, there are way more "trivial" quests early on.

For example, before the first lesson with Tolfdir, the DB has to recover his alembic (Tolfdir just can't live without the damn thing idk). Then the lesson goes as planned, but the DB isn't yet sent to Saarthal. Instead, they're approached by Onmund for his personal quest.The DB doesn't have to complete it for the next lesson to start (thinking of a 12 or 24 hour cooldown), but due to the cool down why wouldn't they?

This pattern repeats for each of the magic schools, each requiring a quest for the professors (Missing apprentices for Phinis, Bullying Nirya for Faralda ir getting the two to end their feud, etc.). After the destruction and illusion lessons, the player is approached by J'zargo and Brelyna for their quests. Each lesson also advances the respective skill. Once the lessons are done, the students are invited to Saarthal where the quest proceeds as usual except that Quaranir doesn't appear. So the DB discovers the eye, informs Savos and is sent to retrieve the books.

For this quest, the DB is joined by Ancano, who claims to be interested in the Caller's studies (it's hinted that he's after the books too). Once the DB returns to the college, time stops and a psijic appears saying that by removing the eye a chain of events has been set in motion and that the eye mustn't be used by anyone and that they should seek out the Augur. The DB returns the books to Urag. Also, the DB gets a dialogue option to ask ALL staff about the psijics AND/OR the Augur, with answers ranging from "I don't know" to the answers we get in game and maybe some explanation of the psijic order as keepers of dangerous magical relics. When it comes to the Augur most people will also mention that the archmage made it clear that the subject isn't to be talked about.

Tolfdir will still be the one to direct the player to the Augur.The player speaks to the Augur, who reveals that Ancano also sought information about the Eye and that the Staff of Magnus is needed. Once the DB returns to inform Savos they're stopped by Ancano, who has been watching the DB and knows they've spoken to the Augur. Ancano is suspicious of the DB and reminds them that he'll be watching them closely. The DB then proceeds to inform Savos, but is stopped by Mirabelle coming from the archmage's quarters. She says the archmage is deeply immersed in his research and doesn't want to be bothered. Here, a speech check or a small distraction courtesy of your J'zargo will allow the player to pass.

Savos isn't just reluctant like he is in the game, he's in outright denial about the staff being important. However, with enough speech checks Savos eventually reveals that the Synod were asking for it. Should those speech checks not be passed, the player will have to ask around. In that case, Mirabelle will inform them eventually.

The expedition to Mzulft is left entirely unchanged.Upon returning from Mzulft the entrance to the Hall of the Elements is blocked by a ward, with Mirabelle and Tolfdir frantically discussing how to break through, all the while a very indignant Ancano demands to know what's going on.

As it turns out, Savos shut himself inside the hall trying to "do something" to the orb.Tolfdir and Mirabelle then attack the barrier asking the DB to help them.The spell needed to take down the barrier would also be at least adept level.

Together, Tolfdir, Mirabelle, the DB and Ancano storm into the hall. Mirabelle approaches Savos, asking him why, after all those years, he would betray the college and his friends like that, pleading him to stop. Savos' response doesn't make much sense. Something about it being necessary, about correcting a mistake.He asks Mirabelle to leave him be, desperation clearly audible in his voice, but when she refuses he attacks her and the explosion happens. And so, Savos ends up killing his loyal friend and master-wizard. Tolfdir needs a moment to recover and tells the DB to look for Ancano.

Eventually, they find Ancano outside reporting the events to the rest of the faculty until he's interrupted by a Winterhold guard storming into the courtyard while yelling about the town being attacked by magic anomalies.

Quickly, Faralda takes the sceptre into her own hands, instructing the teachers to contain the barrier as she and the apprentices head for the town. The DB gets the objective to help them, but is stopped by Ancano, who reveals the information he got from the Augur: the eye may be capable of rewriting or even unmaking reality. He sees the eye in the hands of the archmage as a threat, so Savos needs to be stopped.

The DB helps their fellow apprentices fight back the anomalies. When they're done, they're joined by Ancano. Once the DB mentions Labyrinthian Ancano reveals that Aren kept something in his chambers of that he was very protective, almost obsessively so, and that it may well be linked to Labyrinthian seeing as it used to be a training ground for future archmages.

The DB is tasked with investigating the archmage's quarters. There, the extend of Savos' planning, his research into the eye and his growing paranoia regarding the DB become clear. Eventually, the DB recovers the torc of Labyrinthian and heads off.

Back in town the apprentices ask to join the DB on that dangerous journey. At this point, the DB can choose to take Onmund, J'zargo or Brelyna to Labyrinthian or go alone/with a non-questline companion.

Labyrinthian remains the same story wise, but the dungeon itself contains way more wards and magical traps, requiring the DB to use a decent amount of spells. Oh, and no Estormo, sorry.

When the DB returns to Winterhold, the barrier has enveloped the entire college. The faculty have gathered outside, along with the remaining students and an injured Ancano, whom Colette is taking care of. Tolfdir, having recovered, explains that they were not strong enough to contain the barrier any longer. He is then interrupted by Faralda asking whether you have the staff.

Upon confirmation, the DB begins to dismantle the barrier layer by layer using the staff of Magnus, being thrown back every so often. With each destroyed layer, the DB receives a “vision”, a fragment of Savos' mind, though twisted and erratic.Those “visions” fill in the missing gaps: He was trying to undo his mistake in Labyrinthian by using the eye's reality bending powers. When the DB finally destroys the last ward the last vision is just an amalgamation of various ways to say sorry, a last cry for forgiveness.

At this point, Savos is too far gone, having been consumed by the power of the eye. The DB and friends fight against Savos, with him using summons, locking allies in wards or frenzying them, etc. A real wizard battle ensues. At the end of it all Savos lies on the floor, broken and dying. When the DB approaches him, a dialogue begins. In a final moment of clarity Savos realizes what he has done. He resigns himself to death, knowing that he tore down all he sought to build, just because instead of trying to move forward, he wanted to redo the past. In his final moments he asks the DB if Morokei was defeated, if Hafnar and Atmah are free. The DB gets the option to either give him some closure or let him die without it.

Savos dies.

Just as the hall begins to fill with students and teachers, time freezes and Quaranir appears again, voicing his disappointment at the eye being misused, but also relief to see it put back into "sleep mode". In this state, it can be moved safely to Artaeum. Quaranir recovers the eye and time continues. The faculty are shocked by the events, there's chatter about the future of the college.

Eventually, Tolfdir speaks up and suggests a vote for the post of archmage, which the DB, having helped all teachers and apprentices as well as having ended the threat to the college, wins. Ancano approaches the DB, telling them in his usual "I'm-better-than-you" way that he's impressed the DB was able to save the college, and that he, at first, actually suspected they’d misuse the eye. As thalmor advisor to the college, he'll of course be at the new archmage's service, though if pressed with a speech check, it becomes apparent that Ancano isn't as sure about his position anymore and that he doesn't know how the order will react to the part he played in saving the college.

The end.

A common complaint is that Ancano is a villain without a motivation who only serves to hammer the point home that yes, the Thalmor are bad.

So I thought: what if Ancano's and Savos' places were switched?

That way you could have Ancano as a nuanced portrayal of a Thalmor helping the player to save his own hide and preventing a disaster that could've affected the Thalmor as well. Yes, the Thalmor actually want to unmake the world, but would a common agent know that too? That, frankly, seems like information for the higher ups only, especially since it's hard to come by even outside the games. Actually, not being forward with that would help them safe face with the Empire as well as the Bosmer and Khajiit. Also, why would Ancano even know that in the original game? Everything we know about him (being posted at the end of the world with nobody taking him seriously; him not appearing at the Embassy, when someone like Ondolemar does) suggests that he may not be as high up the command chain as he thinks he is.

Anyway, I think it would be ironic if Ancano ended up stopping the very thing his order wants to accomplish.

As for Savos, I think this way he would play a greater role in the narrative and actually have some connection to the Eye in a way that his death by it makes sense.

Savos' greatest flaw, in my opinion, is not apathy -that's the symptom- but a crippling fear of repeating his mistakes; the last time he was an active leader (excluding the prima guide here) 5 of his friends were killed because of him.

Now that the Eye of Magnus is found, a design Savos would probably recognize from the staff, I think he would enter panic mode as it all threatens to come out. He, before all others, would know it's linked to the staff, so he'd know where to start his research and could come to conclusions about the Eye's metaphysical nature in a way that's more believable than "Idk I just shot lightning at it". It also adds a layer of tragedy to Savos' backstory; by trying to undo his greatest mistake, he ends up killing his most loyal follower, Mirabelle Ervine, thus repeating the cycle.

It also solves the leadership problem in a less transparent way. I think it would also fit thematically with the other leaders. All of them have motivations, except Savos, his motivation is … well, what is it? Mercer wants to enrich himself while hiding his crimes, Astrid clings to her power, Kodlak wants to change his future, and now, Savos' motivation is changing his past.

#Elder Scrolls #Skyrim #College of Winterhold #Ancano #savos aren #Mirabelle Ervine #Tolfdir #J'Zargo #brelyna maryon #onmund #faralda

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aleniksimmer · 3 years

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Hi. Thanks again to all the people who left a message in these days. I still can’t believe a week has passed. I miss her every day and I still expect to find her around every time I go out. In the end my family decided to leave her to the hospital (I was the only one wanting to bury her in the garden so the majority won). I’m not happy with it, I don’t know why but I feel wrong leaving her there and not bringing her home. It’s extremely irrational and since she has been my first dog I still can’t explain it, but I feel like acting like this it’s like we aren’t treating her as part of our family, as if she never existed. My mother said we’ve plenty of pictures to remember her and don’t need her phisically here, and rationally speaking is true, but at the same time I wanted something more material to remember her. I even suggested to my mother who spoke to the doctor if they can at least give me a tooth, and she cringed a lot. I explained her that parents usually save their kids teeth when they fall (damn I even have my ombelical cord saved somewhere because she wanted to) but she said it’s not the same. They even refused to send me their pics of her cause they’re “afraid for my mental health” and don’t want to hear me cry again. I don’t know what to do or how to deal with the situation, I know mourning is made of steps, I read how to deal with it in the best way possible, and I’m not crying as much as before and sometimes I can talk about her in a “normal” way, but I still miss her and I don’t know how if I’m doing the right thing. Plus I have this constant inside war of both missing her as herself and missing having a dog, and I feel guilty about it. I am sure I am not trying to replace her, she was unique and no dog can be like her, and if God would give me the choice of a new puppy or her back I would take her in a heartbit, but at the same time I’m missing the love dogs give you. I know I’m taking care of two cats, and I love them to death, but their displays of affection are different. Am I making any sense? Am I a horrible person for wanting another dog in the near future? Not immediatly, I couldn’t deal with it immediatly, I’m still dealing with her loss. Like, in a month or two, is it normal? Am I superficial? I already have regrets about Mandorla, not too many, but there are a couple of things I would have liked to experience with her like taking her out for a walk with her new collar (we only used it to bring her to the vet for the shots), giving her a bath in spring with the new service the pet shop offered, making her reunite with my cat after her convalescience, staying with her during the whole new year “party” cause she’s afraid of fireworks, etc..I didn’t expect her to be gone so suddenly.

Sorry for the long text..I just wanted to give an update but then got caught up...anyway, as you can see from my last post I’ve updated the Ahri set you can download from TSR, I’ve changed the names of the files and the thumbnails to match future sets (they should be gold in CAS). I’ve also uploaded Evelynn set to TSR and it should be available for download on Sunday. (please ignore the very bad pose, I might have lost my touch, and if you find any mistake please contact me. With everything that happened I find very difficult to focus and I had to redo the preview 3 times before I got them right, or at least I hope they are)

Regarding what’s coming next I don’t know. I just found out that Netflix made a series about Winx with real people (I’m trying not to judge but they have been my childhood and the series has Shadowhunters series vibe which I can’t stand due to all the changes they made compared to the original books) and I asked myself “why not trying with that” but I’ve already lost the inspiration and again I don’t know how good something will come out due to my lack of concentration. Like creating is my safe heaven that helps me zoom out from reality but at the same time I get frustrated if I keep making mistakes like it happened with Evelynn previews. As I said before, Miraculous is a no for now, I might continue with KDA popstars but I don’t want to burn it all out again and publish the next set in two years like this one..basically I’m open to suggestions for next creations.

#faq #long post

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Rico besides Kama what do you think about the other indian servants?????

AHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS GOING TO GET SOOOO LONG!!!! i have a different view of the indo fam as a whole. i call them the indo fam but i mean the found family trope!!!! theyre like a group of college students sharing a dorm if that makes sense, since their servant selves are obviously different from their initial myths/human vessels!!!

OK SO. RECENTLY, i have an oomf that found books about arjuna that summarize his exploits in the mahabharata(I DONT HAVE THE STRENGTH TO READ IT ALL IM SO SORRY) and also talk about him in a more philosphical manner such as his states of mind during each event etc and i’ve been meaning to read said book because im genuinely interested in arjuna now!!! and i’d like to know more about this indo prince because from what i’ve seen, he is portrayed in a rather bad light(?) in FGO which i find extremely !!!!!!!!!!! and incrdibley !!!!!!! strange !!!!!!! the mahabharata’s conflicts can be put in a mostly grey area where there’s no good nor bad, its not black and white. so seeing arjuna get bashed because of the way his conflict with karna was written is... hm. let’s say that im REALLY starting to understand arjuna fans that dislike seeing him get mischaracterized so much. OTHER THAN THAT, his design is adorable, his travel outfit is my favourite because he deserves to relax and have some fun!!! fgo making him a chuuni is cute and his VAs little moans are cute cute cute!!!!!!!!!!! (mash grabs my shoulder and forces me to sit down) i think that arjuna deserves better and im really happy to see him have fun in his travel costume voicelines. i think we should take arjun on a date!!! he’s a great lover, we’d have the best time!! OH ALSO, kama seeing him as the student council president in their interlude makes me SOOOOOOO HAPPY its unreal, i think it fits him very very well, the seitokaichou who was elected because of everyone’s hopes and recommended by teachers because he’s suuuch a good student but because of that, the pressure to be good is constantly towering over his head and everytime he looks out the window he wishes he could ditch class and skip a day just because he felt like going to the arcade and be a bad student.......just this once........i think hes very very cute...... i want him to cook for me. HAVE YO U READ HIS BOND 4 VOICELINE ?mmmmmggg i want him to get embarrassed everytime i praise him for having such a muscular waistline. AUG

ANEWAYS i also have quite the thoughts about karna, his characterization in the game is linked to arjuna’s and thats fine but i think that forgetting how much of a little sassy bastard he can get was a mistake! did you know that in apocrypha’s german dub on netflix, when jeanne calls his name like “You’re Karna, aren’t you ? The son of the Indian Sun God !” HES LIKE “So ?” AND THAT WAS SOOOO BITCHY OF HIM, i think that karna is a good boy in fgo but the fact that he was such a fighty old man in the mahabharata shouldnt be forgotten and is a charm trait. I MEAN ???? HE THREW HANDS WITH AN 18 YEAR OLD(ARJUN) WHILE BEIN LIKE... THIRTY TWO. WHATS WITH THIS ANNOYING OLD MAN !!!!! knowing these little facts about him made me like him so much more actually !! i think karna being so nice is adorable!! but the little bitchy energy u can find in his voicelines is also very charming!! i think karna looking at me emotionless as i ask him to lend me his notes for the nth time that week and then saying “...Mn.” when i thank him is cute!!! his voiceline towards things he dislikes is interesting to me. karna seeming aloof and mean bc he doesnt know how to communicate but is actually nice underneath...... hey... thats a little delinquentcore........ i wouldnt say yankii but hes like... hes like... u know hes the handsome quiet one of the group of yankiis... u know the one...? hey where are you going

ganesha is also a character im deeply interested in but i havent played CCC so i dont know that many details about jinako herself !! my brain goes HMMMMMM it seems lord ganesha is trans in fgo ! (since kama used to be a male god originally as well!!) ganesha uses all pronouns!!! and ganesha is also special to me because they share similar traits with kama when it comes to their characterization AND mischaracterizations. ganesha isnt JUST jinako. theres a part of a god in the servant mix!!! and jinako HERSELF is actually a pretty sad character imo. the whole otaku/neet thing is obviously a facade and her true wish being that she wants to redo her whole life is also proof of how much she hates what shes become, yet at the same time, she doesnt know what else she could do. but anyways, i prefer looking at servants from a lore POV so i think that ganesha should still be considered a god and be adressed as such!! i like seeing people portray ganesha as jinako but i prefer it when a certain lavish more godly side of them is put forward. a side of jinako that managed to move on a little bit if that makes sense ? that got more serious. and became someone else entierly despite sharing similarities. needless to say their bond with karna makes me happy since he shows them respect as you should towards a god!! its a bit different from their bond in CCC... like they matured somewhat!! anyway ganesha is the one who taught everyone else in the indo fam about video games and technology and i will NEVER shut up.

ashwatthama..... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM %_’(’ç_”’è_ç(è_’”545656455456545453£¨¨µ¨µMµ¨++°=)=)°+ goodness. jesus christ on earth. my love story with him makes me so embarrassed. when he got revealed i instantly fell in love with him despite knowing JACK SHIT ABOUT HIM but since i was the only one in my friend group who was hardcore into fgo at the time, i kept my love for him to myself and just... (looks away)(i drop my wallet full of picturses of him) quietly adored his everything in silence. WELL, ree having an intense crush on yankii type characters isnt new, its been my favourite trope for ages (gyarus go in hand with them!!) and im still very attached to it so thats what made me love him in the first place!!!! BUT THEN. I GOT INTO HIS MAHABHARATAN LORE. And OHHHHHHHHH BABY.......... (im twirling my hair) so theres this 7ft tall war criminal..........<3<33<3(mash leans in and informs me that the convention of geneva didnt exist at the time) SO THERES THIS 7 FTTALL IMMORTALMAN.......<233 gOD he makes me absolutely CRAZY9909840385%£%%£%%µ%µ%µ the love i have for this character is immense and whenever im sad i remember that pako exists and has a tablet and can draw and i suddenly feel so much better. ok im gonna stop horny posting a little bit. but hes my wife. AND WHAT I LOVE ABOUT HIS PORTRAYAL IN FGO IS THAT, they actually made him a good boy despite his initial roughness and misdeeds ???!!! HELLO?? ashwatthama wishing for a redemption ark is my favourite thing and his righteousness that was born because of his regrets is a very interesting drivepoint to me !!! hes a gorgeous character and im buying a ticket plane as we speak right now so i can go find him in northern india. i’ll find him. GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME !!!!!GET OFF ME !!!

miss lakshimi makes me very sad! because every female servant in the indo fam is an already known face. (... would sita count.) and lakshi being a jeanneface is a waste. well, she’s still very pretty and her lore is also quite interesting!! i havent looked into it fully yet but i think she should be kissed on the mouth. her bad luck makes me slip on a banana peel whenevr i get close to her to kiss her and i hit my head on the pavement and pass away-

parvati is on a tough spot for me atm. i genuinely love thinking of her as the way the indian goddess herself is portrayed because thats where the fun lies for me in her character. especially when shes involved with other indian servants, thats a given!! i would like to see parvati grow, suffer and heal. because branding her as an “all-knowing mom” is easy, but every single parent makes mistakes if you follow that logic. also, since shes the sakura servant “thats closest to her initial personality”, she’s got some of the most Repulsive fans ive Ever witnessed in fandom spaces and lets say that im trying to work my way out of this hellhole and find things to like about parvati without the fandom’s influence. needless to say, im going to keep looking into her mythos and her lore by myself at my own pace and keep doing my own thing in my little corner.

rama shouldve been a jock. THE RAMAYANA IS OLDER THAN THE MAHABHARATA, WHY IS.....Hrm well him being summoned as his baby version gives me hope for a future rama alt perhaps??? but i think that he shouldve been a total jock and he shouldve been huge with a huge red lion-like mane for his hair and a teethy grin and big biceps and intense love for his wife. SPEAKING OF SITA, her charm point is her purity but i wish.... that their artist still hadnt drawn them like That, im not a fan of lily servants and i think purity = being young is a bit of an annoying excuse!!! rama and sita looking similar is because of their shared history which is fine but... rolls my eyes............. rama shouldve been 6ft tall and sita shouldve been a milf to match...... anyways i doubt ravana would be added as a servant but i’d love to have a ramayana centric event!! where all indo servants have their own lore centric role to play!!! oh thatd be a dream.... but i have learned to not expect much from a fanservice game so im jus gonna draw my own stuff! (strikes a pose!) (mashu claps!)

#answered #long post #SORRY FOR THE BIG SCROLL.

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The Arrangement

TITLE: The Arrangement CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 1 AUTHOR: the-resal10 ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being in an arranged marriage with Loki. You aren’t too unhappy about it, but he is and is at times rude to you. You two argue and bicker a lot before you both begin to fall in love.

Imagine you are marrying Loki. It was an arranged marriage and you are not too happy about it. Loki is quite happy as he has always secretly liked you. But he sees how unhappy you are and plays along.

RATING: T NOTES/WARNINGS: So it has been a LONG time since I submitted one of these (like two yrs), I apologize in advance if there are any typos or I made any mistakes with the way I submitted this. There are two imagines for this and they kinda intertwine so yeah, keep that in mind. Thank you for reading and I appreciate any feedback.

Chapter 1: Reconnection

The bright, warm sunlight shined on his face as he peacefully slept in bed. He slowly awoke and blocked the sunlight out of his eyes with his hand before sitting up in bed. He wiped the sleep off his face before getting out of bed and getting dressed for the day.

Loki happily walked down the corridor to the throne room where he was called by his parents. “Good morning,” He said to his mother, kissing her cheek, then bowing to his father, who sat on the throne. “You’ve called for me?”

“Yes, I have news for you and your brother.” he answered.

The doors opened and Thor entered. He gave his mother’s cheek a kiss then bowed to his father before taking his place next to his brother.

“Now that you both are here, I can give you the news I received last night.” Odin said, “My sons, as you know your mother and I made an agreement with leaders outside of Asgard for an arranged marriage between their eldest daughters and both of you. Well, the time has come for you to reconnect with your fiance and wed her.”

“Reconnect? They’re coming here?” Thor asked.

“Yes. They’ll both be arriving this afternoon.” Frigga happily said.

“But it’s been so long.” Loki said, “We haven’t seen them in years and you still expect us to marry them?”

“Yes, that is why it is called an arranged marriage.” Odin responded. “These marriages will strengthen our alliances with your bride’s father. To end the engagement now would show weakness and create enemies. For the good of Asgard, we must keep peace within the nine realms.”

“I know the news is so sudden,” Frigga said, catching their attention, “but you both knew this was going to happen one day. You know what is expected of you. I know it has been years since you two last spoke to these girls, that is why we agreed to give you some time to catch up with them before the wedding.”

“How long do we have?” Thor asked.

“A couple of weeks. The wedding will have to be within the next month so I want you to do the catching up as soon as possible.” Odin said, “For now, we must get ready for our guests to arrive.”

She peeked her head around the wooden wall and smiled when she saw her eight-year old sister running towards the stables. She quickly hid back in one of the horse’s stalls as her sister got near. “I’m gonna find you!” she said aloud.

She held her breath as she heard footsteps getting closer to the stall, but they continued on to the next stall. She quietly left the stall and snuck up behind her little sister, scaring her and earning a scream from her which made her laugh.

“Rosalind!” her sister pushed her, “you scared me!”

“I’m sorry.” she continued to laugh, “I got you!”

“No fair!”

She cleared her throat, “Alright. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I want a redo.”

“Ce, you know I have to leave in like an hour.”

She sighed, “why do you have to go?”

“I already told you. I’m getting married.”

“To a prince. Ugh, it’s not fair.”

“Do you want to marry a prince?”

“No. It’s not fair because you’re gonna leave us behind to live with him.”

“It sucks, I know.”

“You barely know him.”

“We were once childhood friends.”

“But that was a long time ago. I wish you didn’t have to go.”

“I wish I didn’t have to go too, but you know I have to. Nothing can stop this, it’s been arranged.” she crouched down to her height and took her sister’s chin between her forefinger and thumb, “hey, at least it’s me doing this, not you. When you’re my age, you won’t have to worry about being in an arranged marriage because you’ll be able to choose whoever you want to marry. You can fall in love with whoever you want to.”

“I wish you could too.”

“I know, but you know how the rule is. The eldest chosen will never get to experience anything like that because of the arrangement. I’d rather do it so you don’t have to.”

She hugged her, “I’m gonna miss you.”

“I’m gonna miss you too.” they pulled away, “No matter what happens, I know I’ll always have you.”

“Rosalind.” A voice called out, “What are you doing here?”

She stood up and turned to see her father, “I was just playing with Ce before I have to go.”

“I know you’ll miss your sister, Rosalind, but you must get ready to leave for Asgard.”

“I know, father. I’m sorry.”

“The servants have drawn your bath and are waiting for you. Now, hurry to your chambers.”

“Yes, sir.” She picked up the skirts of her dress and ran back to the palace.

Her little sister stood next to their father. “Does she really have to get married?”

“Yes, Celia, she does. Come now.” he picked her up and kissed her temple, “let’s get you changed out of those dirty clothes.”

Rosalind arrived at her chambers where she found the tub waiting for her. As she bathed, the servants gathered her things for her, her clothes were taken from the closet as well as her shoes, her jewelry and notebooks, all were gathered and placed in storage trunks. She entered her room to get dressed and found most of her stuff gone.

There was a knock at her door that stopped her from getting dressed. She answered it to a surprise - her secret lover.

“Mika!” She pulled him into her room and hugged him. “What are you doing here?”

He held tightly onto her, “I managed to sneak away from my post and past the guards to see you.” They pulled away, “I had to see you one last time, Rosalind. You’re leaving today and I may never have another chance to see you again.”

“I know. I’ve been dreading this day for the longest.” she hugged him again, “I wish I didn’t have to go.”

“Me too.” he pulled away enough to kiss her, “I can’t believe you have to marry someone you don’t even know. Someone you don’t even love.”

“But I have to, you know I do. If I don’t, my father could have an enemy and a war could break out between our realm and Asgard. I couldn’t do that to him or anyone here, I couldn’t be that selfish.”

He sighed in frustration, “why did it have to be you?”

“Hey.” she cupped his face, “I don’t want your anger to be the last thing I remember about you.” her hands moved to his chest then slowly down his abdomen, “we have a few minutes before the servants return.”

He kissed her again, “How much?”

“At least ten.” her lips hovered over his, “nine if we’re just gonna stand here and do nothing.”

Mika chuckled, picking her up by her waist and holding her close, “how could I not give the beautiful Rosalind a proper, pleasurable goodbye?”

Loki met up with Thor in the corridor. “What took you so long?” He asked as they walked together to the front of the palace.

“My thoughts. I can’t believe they still expect us to do this.”

“It’s an arranged marriage, Loki.”

“Arrangements can be broken.”

“Broken because you don’t want to marry Rosalind. Loki, you and her were once friends.”

“Friends can grow apart as we have.”

“Loki, I’m sure you both will get along just fine. How could you not? She always did like you.”

“Yes, I know.” He looked at his brother, “What about you? How do you feel about this?”

“I’m not really sure. I mean, we knew this day would come and now that it’s here… I’m excited and nervous at the same time. I haven’t seen Josephine in so long.”

“Well, I know you both will get along right away. You and her were the best of friends. I’m surprised that you and Josephine haven’t spoken since we were six.”

Thor chuckled, “Yes, well, I can’t wait to see her.”

The two met their parents outside and stood next to them, waiting for their old friends. Not long after, Josephine arrived first. She approached the royal family and bowed before going over to Thor, and kissing his cheek. He did the same to her.

“It’s been so long. How have you been, Thor?” She smiled.

He smiled. “Good. And you?”

“Just wonderful.” She looked over at his brother, “Loki! It’s so good to see you.”

He gave a small smile, “Hello, Josephine. I hope your trip here wasn’t a problem.”

“Not at all. It feels so good to be back in Asgard.”

“Josephine.” Odin said, “perhaps you’d like a tour of the palace to refresh your memories. We’ll speak with you later. Thor, if you’d be so kind.”

“Of course, Father.” Thor looked back at Josephine, offering his arm. “Come on. Let’s see if you can remember everything.” She took his arm and followed him into the palace.

Minutes later, Rosalind arrived. Loki watched as she approached the royal family with a smile, she bowed before them then stood in front of Loki.

He cleared his throat, “Rosalind, it’s good to see you.” He smiled.

“Prince Loki,” she grinned, “my, how you’ve changed.”

“It’s still the same old me.” He chuckled nervously.

“Rosalind,” Frigga said, “perhaps Loki could show you around, bring back some memories.”

“Alright then. Lead the way, Prince.” She followed Loki into the palace.

When they were alone, Loki turned to her. “I’m sure you remember your way around the palace.“

“Of course. I could never forget. After all, this is my future home.”

“Well then, should I show you to your chambers?” She nodded. He led her down corridors and found her room, “these are your chambers.” He said, pushing the doors in.

She stepped in after him, looking around the room in awe. “Now, the chambers are something I forgot. How could I forget such a beautiful room like this?”

“And your chambers back at home?”

“The palace isn’t as big as this one and neither are the chambers. They’re at least half the size of this one.”

The servants entered the room with Rosalind’s storage trunks. When they left, Loki looked at her, “Well, I better let you settle in.”

“Thank you for showing me to my chambers.”

“You’re welcome. Oh, and there will be a party tonight for you and Josephine. I’ll be waiting outside the ballroom whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.” She watched Loki leave then went over to the nearest window and looked out at the towns nearby.

Rosalind unpacked her things and made herself at home. When she finished with her chambers, she roamed around the palace, remembering a few things that made her smile to herself.

Towards the evening, she returned to her chambers where a handmaiden waited for her. As she got dressed for the party, Rosalind thought about Loki. Was this arranged marriage something he was okay with? She certainly wasn’t but she didn’t know if Loki felt the same way. To ask him would be wrong. What if he was okay with the arrangement? What if he wanted to marry her?

She was brought back from her thoughts when the handmaiden zipped up her dress. She finished getting ready on her own then she left the chambers in search of the ballroom.

Loki stood outside the ballroom with Thor and Josephine, patiently waiting for Rosalind who quickly made her way toward them. Josephine hugged her tightly, happy to see her.

“Oh, Rosalind, it’s been forever.” She said as they pulled away.

“I know! I hope I didn’t keep you all waiting for so long.”

“We just got here.” Thor reassured, “you don’t need to apologize.”

“Very well then.” She then whispered to Josephine, “we must catch up soon.“

The doors opened, revealing the princes and their future brides. As the couples entered the room, the guests approached them, wanting to meet the girls who were going to marry their princes.

The four got separated during the party. They all spoke with important people about the other, recalling their memories about the other. Nothing bad was said.

As the party continued, most of the guests were enjoying themselves and allowed the couples to enjoy the party before it ended. It was getting late for Rosalind and she decided to leave the party, but she had to find Loki first.

She searched the room before taking a look outside in the nearby courtyard. She saw Loki and Thor standing near a balcony rail. She was ready to approach them but stopped when she heard them talking, their backs were turned to her so they couldn’t see her.

“I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself.” Thor said.

“You know I haven’t.” Loki responded.

He sighed, “Are you telling me you still don’t like the idea after spending a whole day with her?”

“I didn’t spend the whole day with her, I had better things to do.”

“She’s your future wife, Loki. Give her a chance.”

“I don’t want to give her a chance.”

“Loki.”

“How many times do I have to say it? I don’t like this arrangement, I didn’t ask for it and I don’t want it.”

Unnoticed, Rosalind slowly stepped back into the ballroom, shocked. Josephine saw her and went over, placing a hand on her arm. “I’ve been looking for you. Are you okay, Rosalind?”

She slowly shook her head, “I, um, I’m feeling a bit off. My head hurts so much.” She lied, placing a hand on her forehead.

“Oh. Well, I can go get Loki so he can…”

“No.” She stopped her, “I’m just gonna leave. Retire to my chambers and get some sleep. I’ll explain it to Loki tomorrow.”

“Okay. I hope you feel better.”

She nodded then left the ballroom, heading straight to her room.

#Loki #Lover #Angst #Submitted fic #submission #the-resa10 #the arrangement #chapter 1

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Ahsoka and the clones: Rex and ahsoka edition

Part 1

I made another post about ahsoka and the clones, minus Rex and ahsoka if you want to check it out! This one is also going to be very long so get ready guys. Sorry this is posted much later than I wanted, I accidentally deleted a bunch of what I’d written and had to redo it :(

Also, I’ve realized I actually have too much to say, so i’m going to separate this into 2 posts: this one will be movie through the end of season 3, the next one will be 4, 5 and 7. I’ll talk about what we know in canon/what can reasonably be predicted based on that, what we as a fandom have decided, and my own takes. Here we go!

Alright in general, I think their relationship moves from mentor-student to equals. My own thoughts make me think that they go from mentor to equals to family by the end of the show (I mean. season 7 gives me SUCH found family vibes).

The movie and season 1

small (TM) Ahsoka is a sassy icon, but also doesn’t really know what she’s doing. Yeah, she’s a highly trained warrior with a laser sword, but she’s been pushed into a war at 14 after having 0 experiences with the real world before that. In these early times, Rex is definitely a mentor to her, as we see in the movie (EXPERIENCE OUTRANKS EVERYTHING!). Rex is really the first one to accept Ahsoka, from his quick teaching when ahsoka first shows up, to his “you too, kid”—giving her encouragement when she’s been pulled into an entirely new life. Anakin doesn’t clearly give her that acceptance until the end of the movie, so at least in my own thoughts, Rex is her first mentor figure outside the temple.

(Wow, just looking through season 1 ep list, I’ve realized there’s actually a lot to talk about).

Rex is a mentor to her, but I think she also considers him a friends almost immediately—there’s small moments of banter or exasperation throughout season 1 that make it seem like they’re friends (ex. in the ep where artoo goes missing, ahsoka tells Rex he has to carry the traitor droid down to the listening post and he is Not Happy. that interaction is great. Also when he catches her when she collapses in the blue shadow virus arc. he looks so concerned!!!!)

Also in that droid arc, when grievous tries to kill Rex and ahsoka blocks the lightsaber right before it hits his helmet, then draws grievous away. Yeah, it’s partially because she’s overconfident in her abilities, but she wants to do anything possible to save Rex and the rest of her men.

And that small Ryloth moment, when Anakin leaves Ahsoka in charge and the troops ask for orders and she says “I’ll..be on...the bridge...” and basically runs away. Rex says something like “you heard her, back to work!” Obviously, Ahsoka did NOT say that, but it shows that Rex has her back, and wants to help her out in a difficult situation. Later, on the bridge when she introduces her plan, Rex seems unsure, showing that he doesn’t have that full trust in her yet. This is a rare moment, because usually their interactions are focused on a building trust between them, but this one highlights that there’s a long way to go. Even if Rex tries to have her back when she’s unsure what to do, he’s not going to blindly follow her because she hasn’t earned that trust. It takes the Admiral coming back for her plan to take action.

But in building trust, of course the Jedi Crash ep!! Anakin is badly injured and ahsoka wants to stay with him, but aayla tells her she must go with her to find other people on the planet to help. Rex reassures her that he’ll stay behind with Anakin and watch his back, and I think that’s the only reason she’s willing to go. At this point, she thinks it’s her responsibility to watch over Anakin, but she trusts Rex to do her job for her. I really think that if it were Bly that stayed behind instead, she wouldn’t have been willing to leave—not because Bly’s not capable, but because she doesn’t have that trust in him that she does with Rex.

Overall, in season 1 Rex is definitely a mentor to ahsoka, giving her confidence and reassurance as she’s thrown into a war zone. I do think that he was her first mentor figure, which is so important, because he accepts her before Anakin does.

Season 2

Yeah, there’s not much in this season. There’s a lot more focus on developing each of their characters individually, so we don’t get much interaction. The one thing I have to talk about is geonosis, after she and barriss blow up the droid factory. Ahsoka apologizes to Rex that she’s leaving him there with the cleanup as she leaves the planet, and he assures her that she’s done enough. This is purely my own thoughts, but while I wouldn’t say this is a turning point in their relationship, it’s a huge moment because ahsoka had every intention of sacrificing herself for the good of others. I think that Rex gains a lot of respect for Ahsoka after this, and this is a big step in their journey towards becoming equals. This part is tricky, because Ahsoka shows such care for the people around her, and so I think her choice to sacrifice herself wouldn’t come as a surprise to Rex. However, there’s a difference between thinking this kid might give herself up for others, and actually witnessing it happen. The takeaway from this is that Rex gains a lot of respect for Ahsoka, and this respect doesn’t come from her status as a Jedi—it comes from her actions in protecting others.

Season 3

Season 3 is PEAK AHSOKA DEVELOPMENT and the outfit change lol but sadly we don’t get much of Rex. The only interaction in this season is the citadel, which is what I’ll talk about, but I feel like I need to preface it by just saying how much ahsoka grew over this season. By the time the citadel comes around, she has become an incredibly capable Jedi who’s infiltrated the trade federation to rescue the pantoran leader’s daughter, led a bunch of kids to discover a huge plot by mandalore’s prime minister, and just. MORTIS. The wildest episodes in the whole series. But that’s a whole other thing. Season 3 before the citadel gave us ahsoka growing into the maturity of an adult, basically. (Maybe the maturity of an immature adult, but still).

The Citadel is the first time we see Rex and ahsoka together after this development. I bet you can predict what moment I’ll talk a lot about. Yep! “I’ve served with her many times, and I trust her.”

THIS is that moment where we see that mentor relationship turn into a friendship of equals. We’ve seen Ahsoka trust Rex many times up to now, but there hasn’t really been a big time where Rex has shown his trust in Ahsoka. This is that time. Remember that he’s saying this to Tarkin (ew) after he questions Ahsoka’s abilities. Rex immediately comes to her defense with what I think is the most meaningful thing for him to say (I trust her). Trust is a huge theme in Star Wars (Anakin losing trust in obi wan and the Jedi, the Jedi losing trust in ahsoka and vice versa, Rex and the other troopers on Umbara losing trust in the Jedi, fives losing trust in the republic). That’s why this trust between Rex and Ahsoka is so important—in a setting where trust is often placed in the wrong people, or lost because of one’s mistakes, Rex and ahsoka are one of the few main characters that are always building that trust, instead of breaking it.

And that’s through season 3! Next up is 4 5 and 7. Let me know your own opinions and what you agree/disagree with!

I’m thinking about doing a thread on Ahsoka’s development in season 3? Anyone have interest in that?

#clone wars #star wars the clone wars #tcw #ahsoka tano #captain rex #swcw #flowers’ random thoughts #sw meta #tcw meta #captain and commander #ahsoka and the clones #long post #my meta

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