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bts-sierra · 3 years

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Let me in

Jimin x Reader

Requested

Genre: Angst, Smut

Word Count: 5.7k

Warning: 18+, best friends to lovers, drinking, swearing, [mentions of] cheating, teasing, dry humping, grinding, slight breast play, handjob [sort of?], female orgasm, unprotected sex [srsly wrap it tho], aftercare

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You shift your focus to the screen that lit up; a text from Jimin. It could wait. You set the thing to ‘Do not Disturb’ and flip it over, setting it down once again beside the cutlery on the table. The date wasn’t exactly how you hoped it would go, but it wasn’t necessarily bad.

You look back up at the man and offer him a smile to ensure him that you were listening and interested. Unlucky for you, he bought it and continued on with his talks about investments and stocks. Your mind slipping back to your phone and the text notification, wondering what it was Jimin wanted from you this time. He knew you were busy tonight, but after all, he was allowed to bug you whenever, being your best friend and all.

“Should we get going?” the man in front of you asks.

“Uhh... yeah, I guess we’re done huh?” you say as you wonder how the night even went. It didn’t help that you tuned him out for the most part. But it’s a sacrifice you make on the third date just to make it to the fourth.

“Yeah, it’s getting late. Let me drop you off back home,” he insists.

Sliding into his car seat, you let yourself get immersed in the music blaring through his speakers as you take in the view of the city at night. Your phone buzzed in your hand forcing you to snap out of your daze, bringing the screen towards your face. 2 missed calls from Jimin. He bothers you on the regular, yes, but never this much. You open up the text messages to remind him that you were on your date, only to find one singular text.

“Can you meet me by the riverfront?” it reads.

Without hesitation or thought, you turn to look over at the man behind the steering wheel, mouth parting.

“Actually, do you think you’d be able to drop me off by the riverfront?” He looks at you through the corner of his eyes.

“Suuure. Why though?” he hesitantly asks.

You don’t know. You never do. Jimin holds a place in your heart that you could never bring yourself to explain. You’d finally managed to finally convince yourself that you weren’t still in love with your best friend, but every simple question made you rethink it all over again.

“Uhh... l have to meet somebody,” you manage to spit out.

“Ouch. It’s only been our fourth date and you’re already seeing other people?” he jokes.

“Listen, it isn’t like that. It’s Jimin, he-” man cuts you off.

“Of course, it is,” he sighs.

You turn away, not knowing what to say. What were you supposed to do? Just drop your best friend for a guy? That’s not fair. Yeah, but dropping all the guys for him isn’t fair either. You hate that your brain does this. Or is it your heart? You never wished to know.

Waiving the man in the car off, you turn around beginning to text Jimin to ask him where he was, but you get no reply. You tsk to yourself as you walk across the riverfront looking out for him until you spotted him on the grass by the edge of the bridge. He didn’t seem okay.

“Hey there, buddy. What’re you doing here this late?” you question.

“Y/N, I caught her cheating.”

“Wait, what? Who? When?” you go down a spiral of endless questions.

“Who do you think?” he says rhetorically before he continued, “I genuinely thought we might’ve had a good thing going for us. But she really just did that to me. After everything we’ve been through with the media and the public recently,” Jimin says.

Scandals and drama were a big part of your guys’ lifestyle, even more so for Jimin. And he’d clearly had his fair share of them and hearing him admit that you couldn’t help but wonder that it was honestly a miracle they worked through it considering they had just begun dating a few months ago.

“I’m so sorry, buddy. That really sucks. You know I’m not really the best at this, but I can’t believe she did that, to you of all people. I thought things were going great, I was so happy for you. But, honestly, fuck that bitch. I might not have the right words for you now but like for real, I’ll cut a bitch. Where’s she at?” you spew, thoroughly speaking your mind.

Jimin smiles, nodding his head as he drops it forward. Leave it up to you to say wack shit that cracks him up no matter the situation.

“I don’t know where she’s at, I haven’t seen her in over weeks. I was honestly not as bad as I thought I’d be. But regardless, you don’t have to cut a-”

“In over weeks?!?” you exclaim, cutting him off when it clicked in for you. Why was he telling you now? How didn’t you know this before today? You knew that they were arguing last you spoke to but like, which couple doesn’t? You didn’t know they’d broken up and you didn’t know whether to be glad or feel shitty about it.

“Listen, yes. It happened a few weeks ago. I didn’t exactly tell you because you seemed so busy with your life and I didn’t want to burden you. I was honestly holding up fine, until today.”

“Why? What happened today?” Concern displayed over your face.

“I’d initially just read some texts and when I questioned her, she didn’t deny it. I just walked out, and she didn’t even bother to come after me and that was all the answers I needed to move on, I guess. Or so I thought.”

“Mhm hmm,” you encourage him to keep going.

“I needed to know who. Who was taking up her time? Who managed to pique her interest? Who gave her what I couldn’t? Who fucked her like I couldn’t?” he continues.

Your cheeks heat up at the last sentence and you couldn’t help but think nobody could match up to him. Not that you’d ever known, but you don’t doubt it.

“Jimin, please tell me you haven’t been racking your brain trying to figure that out all these weeks. It’s only going to make things worse,” you offer.

“I know, I know I was going to lose my mind if I kept mowing over the thought of who it could’ve been. Which is why I went to visit her this evening-”

“Nooooo,” you butt in. “Don’t tell me she managed to get to you with her bullshit because she’s only going throw you off her trails again.”

“Y/N, I know you think I’m an idiot, but I don’t let myself be played with. Anyhow, that wasn’t the point. Her door was unlocked so I let myself, only to find her in bed, under her best friend. It was her goddamn best friend.”

You sigh, not knowing what exactly to say. Of course, that’s gotta hurt, it’s probably the one man he trusted around her.

“He literally rubbed me off the wrong way every time I encountered him. Yet, I decided to brush it off, for her.”

At that, it kinda stings. For her, you thought. How he was only a few months into the relationship and was already willing to do anything for her, brushing his own insecurities aside included. Being his best friend, you always knew it was one of his biggest fears which was why you guys had decided, when you’d just become friends, that in order for this friendship to work and last, neither of you were going to let something dumb like love or sex get in the way. How naive, you think to yourself now. But you guys had managed to stick to it, somewhat.

“Do I really deserve this? And of all people, it was her best friend. I always knew to be cautious of that man, but I trusted her. I trusted her so much that it only came to bite me in the ass. It was her best friend. Why couldn’t it have been anybody else?” he continues.

And at that, your heart stung. Was it really so wrong to love your best friend? This was different though, you tell yourself.

You’re shocked but not necessarily surprised. You never knew if it was your own jealousy or the fact that you always look out for your best friend, but you just knew that the bitch didn’t deserve him. That she didn’t deserve him like how you did. But what’d that matter? You were never the one that got him. Brushing your own thoughts aside, you crouch down to the boy.

Placing a hand on his cheek, you console him. You don’t know what exactly you say to calm the boy down, but it works. Jimin finally brings his eyes to meet yours, holding back tears. Your heart ached for the boy. No, he didn’t deserve any of this. The last thing you expected was for Jimin to reach out and grab your face, kissing you harsh. You taste the alcohol on his lips, the bitterness transferring onto your own as his tongue glides over yours.

In your 7 years of knowing Jimin, you guys have never kissed. Not even for fun. But it made sense, he was hurt, and he was drunk. Your eyes widen as you pull away, not knowing what just happened. You didn’t want it to stop, you didn’t want to stop it. But you know that you’d have to if you wanted to remain his best friend.

Jimin looks away almost instantly. Ouch. Was it that bad? You force a smile, ignoring what’d just happened.

“Come on now, we’re getting you out of here,” you say as you reach for his hand. He grabs it and you pull him into yourself, arms snaking around his back.

Two hours and a bottle of tequila in, you and Jimin spend your time playing Just Dance back at his place; a post bad-day tradition you guys have had for years. You were lousy and he was grace, which is why you both always enjoyed it. You always made him laugh so hard because of how bad you were that he’d momentarily forget his worries. And you, you got to just watch him, watch him perfect every little move and that was enough to distract you from life itself.

You deemed that it was a little too early, but you just finished dancing to ‘Me and my broken heart’ by Rixton. The song choice initially made Jimin grunt in anger but seeing you start the dance was all it took for him to realize that you were just trying to turn a bad situation into something slightly better. Not even halfway through the song, you look over at Jimin who was already on the floor heaving, making fun of you for the way you’d try to switch between the male and the female dancer.

“Okay, perfectionist. Let’s see you do any better. I will challenge you to the best dance round of my life,” you blurt out, in slight anger and in slight confidence.

You were willing to make the bet considering how drunk you guys were. He had to falter and that would throw him off his game, whereas you could stay one step ahead because you always falter to begin with.

“Hah, alright. Let’s see it then,” he says grabbing the remote off your lap. He scrolls past to ‘Bailando’ by Enrique Iglesias.

“Hey, that’s not fair. You know the girl moves a lot more in this one,” you slur.

“Too bad, it’s starting,” Jimin retaliates.

You both don’t waste a moment, getting into a dance off, only, you were made to dance with each other. You weren’t necessarily competitive, but you sure were stubborn, and you had to do better. Soon, the both of you were engulfed in the dance, heated at first, but now more fluid. By no means were you any better, but with Jimin guiding you, you already felt like this was the best you’ve ever done.

The dance forces him to twirl you, pull you into him and dip your head, all normal acts and part of the dance routine every other time. Except not this time; it felt different. His hands roamed your body with each twirl, pressing your back into him closer, and the dips had his lips a little too close to your neck that you felt his hot breath against it, sending shivers down your spine.

At the end of the last dip, the music stopped, and the points accumulated on the screen but neither of you seemed to care about it anymore. His gaze locked in with yours as he hovers momentarily over your lips before he finally placed them on yours. Slow and passionate at first, but needy and lustful as he clawed at your hips, forcing them towards his own.

This was wrong, monumentally wrong on so many levels, but you were too drunk to debate it any further.

You bring yourself into him to deepen the kiss, letting out a moan as you felt his hardening erection against your own heat. And that was all it took for the once gentle and soft boy you knew to literally evaporate into thin air, replaced by someone frantic and harsh. You watch his eyes darken as he picks you up, your legs flung around him with ease. He moves to the couch, pressing wet kisses down your neck. Your head falls back, and you’re set on automatic; your head empty as your body takes charge. You straddle your thighs around his waist as you slowly grind down on him, mouth parting, breathy moans leaving your throat. You feel Jimin bite down on your earlobe in response before he continues to move down your neck, sucking at each inch of the skin until he makes it down your shoulder and stops when his fingers find the strap of your dress.

Getting impatient, you whine into his ear as you grind into him harder. Anticipating him to slide it off your shoulders, you move your hand from the sides of his shoulder, to unzip the back. He grabs at your hands, holding your wrists together in place as he runs his hands along the strap, grabbing it and pulling it before he lets it snap back against your collarbone. You hiss at him in reaction.

“You’re too tempting,” Jimin states. You look at him, the same darkness taking over you.

You try your best to gather your thoughts to say something in response, but you’re distracted when Jimin trails his hands down the side of your body, bunching up the dress to your hips as he runs his hands up your thighs to find the lace of your thong. His attention is back on you as he lightly pulls at it, the fabric sliding along your wet slit, providing just enough friction to earn a gasp from you. You grab at his shirt, pulling him to you, kissing him like there’s no tomorrow. His hands move over your heat, rubbing slow circles on your clit.

“So wet for me and our clothes aren’t even off just yet,” a smirk appearing on his face. He was right and you hated that he was.

You bite down on his lips perhaps a little too harsh considering Jimin’s widening eyes, as you push off of him slightly. You keep your eyes locked in his as you lick your lips and drag your hand along his chest, down to his waistband and stop, teasing him like he had.

He grunts as you begin to palm him through his pants, his erection extremely evident but restrained. His head tilts back as he shifts under you and you bring your hand back up to the back of his neck, forcing his head forward to look back at you as you pushed yourself onto your knees. He was reaching for your waist to pull you back onto him, but you caught his hands in yours, lacing your fingers in his instead, kissing him.

His hands bring yours around your back, leaving you constricted, your tits pressed into his chest. You whine as you attempt to move back down onto him, aching to feel him under you once again.

“Remember, you started this,” he teases. You pout in response.

You slowly lean into whisper, “This is taking way too long now. I need to feel you inside me.”

“Fuck, Y/N,” he growls.

You feel your core tighten at the way you made him feel. Your sultry lips make their way to his neck, sucking on it. Jimin leaves no time before he slips your dress off of you and unbuckles his pants as you reach for the buttons of his shirt.

You never in a million years thought you’d find yourself bare skinned on Jimin’s own. You snap out of that thought when he digs his fingers into your sides, a mix of pain and pleasure shooting through you. You reach for his hair, slightly grabbing at it when he slaps your ass hard. You whimper quietly causing Jimin to grab your ass tightly, moving you into him, your wetness now spread on his cock. With one hand on your waist, Jimin brings the other to your clit rubbing fast circles as you fasten your pace moving along his length, clenching around nothing. He looks up at you as you place your arms on the wall above him to steady yourself, squirming with sensation as you feel your high coming.

“Jimin, I...”

“You what, babe?” he edges you on.

“I- I’m gonna cum,” you state, as his other hand makes it to your folds, running along them to gather the wetness before he thrusts his fingers in you, curling them at the top.

Your head falls back down, hair on your face as Jimin watches you watch his fingers move inside you. In seconds, you came undone, shuddering and pulling your hips away from him.

“If only you could see yourself from here,” he teases, licking his fingers clean.

Without hesitation or a moments rest, you curl your hand around his cock, spreading your wetness around it as you pumped him. You watch his eyes shut as he relishes in the pleasure. You squeeze your fingers tiger around him as you fastened the pace, your thumb swiping across the bottom and the tip, collecting his precum on it.

His hands snake their way around your thighs his nails sinking into your skin, still sensitive from the orgasm that you’d just had. You bring your hand to your lips, your thumb wiping his precum onto your lips like it was your own personalized lip balm. He groaned as he watched your tongue slowly lick the precum of your lips, taking it into your mouth.

You move off of him to grab his cock once again, but he clicks his tongue as he stops you. Instead, he lines himself up at your entrance and looked at you for confirmation.

“Fuck me.”

And that was all the confirmation he needed to ease himself into you. After a few gradual thrusts, you push down on him and begin to bounce on his length, your palms on his thigh, holding you up. He catches your nipple in his mouth sucking on it as he lightly squeezes the other. A loud moan escapes you and you feel him smirk against your tits. Placing his hands back on your waist, he slowed you down.

“Y/N?” he warned, catching your attention.

That was all the warning you got before he slammed into you, groans and moans filling up the room. His forehead rested on your shoulder as your head was craned in his neck, sucking on the skin. A few more thrusts in and he hit a spot, feeling you clench around him and proceeded to keep hitting that spot. You both were gasping for air, heavy breathing was all either of you could muster up at this point. And so, without any verbal warning this time, you throw your head back, grasping at the skin around his shoulder, moaning as you come around his cock. You faintly hear the words that left his mouth.

“So beautiful, how you come for me.”

And with that Jimin fastens his pace, sliding in and out. Meeting his hurried thrusts, you begin to grind your hips in slow circles, sometimes back and forth with his cock buried in you, edging his impending orgasm. With a grunt, he pulls himself out of you, his cum spilling onto your inner thighs.

Your cheeks heat up, as you compose yourself, realization of what just happened hitting you. You get up to go clean yourself up, but you’re yanked back against Jimin’s chest. His hand reaching for the tissue box as he rips a couple out bring them to wipe the mess he’d made off of you.

“Look at you, what a gentleman. Thank you,” you giggle.

He pulls you down with him to lay on the couch, your back to his chest, his arms flung around your waist and he holds you to him. Like you were gonna run away. You focus on his level breathing, exhaustion taking over you as you drift into a sleep.

“Y/N?” You faintly hear Jimin.

“Mhmm...” you manage to respond.

“Am I ever going to be good enough?” he asks.

You turn over to face him, his chin now resting on your head.

“To me? Always. You’re all I’ve ever wanted, Jimin-ah. But I can’t have you. And if the ones that can think otherwise, they don’t deserve you. You’ll always deserve the world, and I wish you’d let me give you it,” you mumble, letting your feelings for him slip. You were unaware of it in the moment, your eyes fluttering as your body begins to relax.

You wake up to the sun in your face, the surrounding familiar enough except when you squint through the rays to see a naked Jimin beside you, and suddenly it isn’t quite familiar anymore. Slowly recollecting the events of last night, you jolt up.

No no no no no. This was a mistake. I fucked up, I fucked up so bad. I can’t afford to be his rebound. We aren’t built for that.

Turning to look at Jimin, you notice that he’s still asleep. You quickly clothed yourself and begin to gather all your things, making a run for the door.

——

9 missed calls. 23 unopened texts.

You could never ignore your best friend, something in you never allowed you to. And right now, that very same thing is what’s forcing you to avoid the boy at all costs. You didn’t even care to know what he had to say.

What had you done?

Your mind replays instances from the previous night and you hated how he felt. You hated how he made you feel. You’d never ever felt like that before and not knowing what it would be like was the one thing that kept you from fully being consumed by Jimin. But now, you’d known it all, and all of it felt right. And yet, this was so wrong.

Tears brimming at your eyes, you avert your them back to your laptop screen, letting yourself be consumed instead, by the mounts of work you had left to do instead.

——

The next few days go by, and your life was like a broken record. The same routine of making your meals, going to work, returning to an empty place just to watch as much anime as you possibly could, and sleepless nights accompanied by you twisting and turning in panic.

You missed your best friend, but you were scared to reach out. Scared to respond to anything. You’d already said and done too much already. What could you possibly do now on forth?

——

It was a Saturday night, exactly a week since you’d last seen Jimin. The hustle and bustle of the parties and clubs downtown making you wonder what he was up to, if he was among the crowd of strangers.

You’re snapped back to reality when there’s a knock at your door. It only got more impatient and louder. You rush to it, worried that the neighbors would complain. Upon opening the door, you’re meet with a Jimin, except he wasn’t the same boy you’d known. His eyes were red, face swollen, and his hair was a mess. Almost instinctively, you raise your hand to straighten his hair out for him, but he stops you, your wrist caught in his hands as he pressed down hard.

“Why. Won’t. You. Let. Me. In.” He aggressively spits each word. You’ve never heard him take that tone with you before, causing you to slightly flinch.

“You’re the one choosing to stand at the door, you snap back at him.

He pushes past you to the living room. You cross your hands over your chest, bracing yourself for whatever is to come.

“No. You know what I mean. You never let me in, you never let me get close enough to you. I know I’m your best friend but sometimes it doesn’t feel like it. It feels like you’re always staying cautions of me. What’s so wrong with me?” his jaw set.

You felt tears brimming at the base of your eyes. How do you go about denying what you feel?

“I need to, Jimin. I have to be cautious. Not of you, of myself.”

“Exactly, and that’s what I mean. Why won’t you let me all the way in?” he snaps back.

“Because I can’t. Because if I do, I’ll lose you,” tears falling to your cheeks.

Jimin’s face softens as he rushes towards you, holding your face in his hands.

“Hey, hey, hey, Fuck! I didn’t mean to make you upset,” he states.

“You never do, Jimin. But you can’t help it,” you sob as you bring yourself to his chest. He was your best friend, after all. You only ever let yourself be vulnerable around him.

He wraps his arm around you pulling you closer to him. You focus on the beats of his heart as it paces faster and that calms you down.

You pull away. “I’m sorry,” is all you manage to say before you retreat into your bedroom, your back sliding against the cold door until you find the floor.

Jimin rushed after you a little too late. He bangs on the door. “Y/N don’t do this again. Don’t shut the door on me. Just let me in.”

He doesn’t get a response, but he just knows you’re on the other side. Anger engulfing him once again.

“I’ve waited for a week. For a week, I tried to go about my life without my best friend and I couldn’t. There wasn’t a single day worth living,” he sighs.

“I gave you your space for a week. At first, I didn’t know what to do, I tried calling and texting you, I came by a few times but never had the courage to knock on the door. I watched you from the bench outside the company as you walked to and out of work, hoping to get in your path. But I thought I’d let you come to me, but you never did,” the pain in his voice now evident.

“I don’t know what to say,” you mutter.

Jimin remains quiet for a few moments. He takes a deep breath before he begins to speak.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I know I fucked up. I didn’t mean for it to happen like that. I know that I messed this up, but I cannot lose you.”

“No, it wasn’t you. It was me. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have done that, it’s my mistake,” you spit out. Tears threatening to streamline down your cheeks once again.

“How is it any of your fault? I’m the one that made the move. I was upset, yes. But I don’t regret that I did that. I know we made that pact all those years ago, but it’s just so dumb. You didn’t make a mistake. Instead, I can’t help but feel like we made a mistake all those years ago when we settled on this arrangement,” Jimin’s voice cracks.

You’re very confused by his sudden change of heart. He’s always been the one that reminded you both of the pact. He’s the one that always reinforced it. Now more than ever, since he started dating that bitch. Your arms fumble at the doorknob, slowly pulling the door slightly open.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“You told me that night that you wished I’d let you give me the world. In the same way, I realized that I wished you’d let me in. You can’t just say that and then leave.”

Your head hangs low as you concentrate on the tiles beneath you, the confession from that night coming back to you causing you to bite down on your lip until you tasted blood.

Jimin moved closer towards you causing you to retreat. He grabbed your shoulder, shoving you around back into the wall. Your eyes widen as Jimin brings his lips back down onto yours.

Everything in your body tells you to revolt, to get him off of you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. You were putty under him, and he now knew that. He places his thigh between your heat, your arousal building. He moans as you rub against his thigh.

He pulls away from you and your fists come banging against his chest.

“Why? Why would you do that to me? Why would you do that to us? At least before I could’ve waived it off as a drunken mistake. What’s your excuse now?” you scream as your voice breaks.

“There is no excuse. Do you know why catching my ex cheating on me wasn’t that bad? Do you understand why I was holding up just fine? Don’t you think something like that should’ve shattered me? If you didn’t, I did.”

You stared at the boy, a mix of emotions.

“I gave it thought and that’s when I realized. I was okay because I had you. I was doing okay because I had my days to spend with you. You made it all okay. And that’s when I couldn’t continue on with this dumb game. I might’ve been angry when I found out who she was cheating on me with, but the moment my lips brushed against yours, you’re all I could think about. In the past week, I could care any less about her cheating ass. All that seemed to matter was you,” he finishes.

“No, no, you’re lying. What does that even mean?” you say in denial. Because of me?

“Why can’t you just give me a chance, Y/N?” he choked on his words. A chance? At what? With what? You looked at him in disbelief.

“You know, when I heard those words leave your lips that night, I thought maybe I’d actually have a shot at this. That maybe somewhere deep down you felt even a sliver of what I did. And after that night, after what happened, the way our bodies moved cohesively, I can’t help but think that I was made for you the way you were made for me. Nobody’s ever made me feel that way,” he states.

“Me neither,” is all you manage to say. What was happening?

His eyes shot up to meet yours, not believing what just left your mouth yet again.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N, I mean it.”

“What? That you have feelings for me?” you scoff, half still in disbelief.

“Yeah! Exactly that! But you won’t let me. The same way you won’t let yourself admit your feelings for me,” he bites back, anger consuming him once again. “I’m tired of avoiding this.”

And as a matter of fact, so were you. Tired of being cautious, of keeping a safe distance, of avoiding him. With that, you bring yourself to your toes, grabbing him by his shirt to kiss him. This time, it felt different. This time, you were the one that got him.

He deepens the kiss crouching to bring your legs around his hips as he moves the both of you to your bed. He places you down slowly without breaking the kiss, your legs still hooked onto his waist, slowly grinding into him.

He pulls away. “Wait, what happened to that dick of an investment banker you were dating?”

You pout, this was not the time for that conversation.

“I don’t know, I honestly haven’t paid attention to my time with him,” you confess and begin to move towards him.

His mouth forms a grin as he holds you back down to the mattress.

“Was it because of me?”

Ugh. You could almost forget how cocky he was.

“Maybe, but look at who was whining earlier,” you tease.

Jimin purses his lips, unhappy with what you just said. He lays down on top of you, pushing heated kisses to your lips before he moves down to your neck, sucking down hard to leave visible marks causing you to whimper against him.

“Oh babe, we’ll see who’s going to be whining tonight,” he taunts.

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A/N: This is the longest piece I’ve written so far, so I don't doubt that there are grammatical or spelling errors. If you happen to come across any, I apologize, I tried my hardest to read it over. I hope you guys enjoy reading it!

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kyouxa · 3 years

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Subaru Sakamaki (Story 11)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! If you enjoy these translations, please consider supporting me on ko-fi.

Monologue

While being held by Subaru-kun, we escaped from the Scarlet mansion together.

I entangled my fingers strongly with his, this way, I’d never be able to let go of his hand.

And while I did so, Subaru-kun strongly clasped my hand as a response to my action.

Both of us couldn’t do anything else but run for our lives.

We tried finding a place to hide in, even though there wasn’t any place for us to go.

Place: Outside — Abandoned house

Subaru: What’s this?

Yui: Seems as if there’s an abandoned house even in a place like this.

Subaru: I wish we came here earlier. I’ll let you down.

Yui: Yes, thank you.

*Subaru lets Yui down*

Subaru: ...There seems to be no sign of any familiars around here either. But we can’t let our guard down.

Yui: That’s a relief for now. Would you like to go inside and take a rest then? I’m still worried about your injury.

Subaru: ...It might be best not to enter the house instantly.

Yui: Why is that?

Subaru: We couldn’t escape in case of emergency. Plus, we don’t mean to stay here forever anyway.

Not only Scarlet and Orange are after us, Violet is also still aiming for us.

We should try to find a safer place instead of getting ourselves into this run-down shabby house...

Yui: …..

Subaru: Heh, how funny. I really can’t trust anyone anymore here. It doesn’t even matter if it’s any of my brothers or not.

Everyone is looking for me because they want to snatch Eve away from me.

But they can bring it on if they dare. I don’t need to borrow anyone’s strength to protect my precious girlfriend.

Yui: I hope this never happens though! It’s not a bad thing to rely on other people after all. But during times like those I understand how hard it is to trust others...

Subaru: ...Guess so.

Yui: (Neither of us can trust anyone besides ourselves… but it’s only natural that he’s frustrated after Reiji-san betrayed us like he did, right?)

What should we do about your injury, Subaru-kun? The wound opened itself again a while ago, right?

Subaru: Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.

Yui: Please, Subaru-kun. Don’t try to act tough in front of me.

I’m afraid it will get even more messed up because you’re holding the pain in just to have me not worry about you.

Subaru: You…

Choices

1) I can’t see the future (black)

2) It’s because I like Subaru-kun (white) ♡ ♡ ♡

— I can’t see the future

Yui: We’re forced to get chased by everyone without even knowing why this is happening to the both of us...

I’m just worried because I can’t look into the future. I can’t help but wonder how long we’ll have to continue living like this...

Subaru: I didn’t mean to worry you, sorry.

Yui: No! You’re wrong! I’m not saying this is your fault or anything, Subaru-kun… !

I’m sorry, Subaru-kun. While I’m whining about all the things I just said, you’re relying on me more than ever.

It’s just hard for me to see you get even more hurt than you already are...

— It’s because I like Subaru-kun ♡

Subaru: I told you already, I’m fine. I’m a vampire, so this won’t be a big bother to me.

Yui: You might act as if it’s not bothering you, but it does bother me...

I really like you a lot, Subaru-kun. Therefore, I hate it when people I like are going through hard times by themselves.

I know I don’t have the same approximate strength as you do, but as much as you want to protect me...

I want to protect you as well.

Subaru: Does it really bother you that much?

end Choices

Yui: Hey, Subaru-kun. Be honest with me, would you be happier if I wasn’t here with you and the injury never happened?

Subaru: Hah? What are you talking about so suddenly?

*Yui starts crying*

Yui: You’re still injured because of me, and you have to force yourself to run away from everyone and everything due to me being with you.

...Maybe without me you could’ve stayed at Carla or even Reiji-san’s mansion.

Speaking of that, if I ended up cooperating as Eve, maybe someone would end up helping—

Subaru: Don’t say stupid shit!

Yui: Subaru-kun…

Subaru: You can’t decide these things on your own like that! Do you really think you’ll rescue everyone if you selfishly give yourself to them!? Hah!?

You’re still seen as a saint woman here, you know. So don’t play around with that!

Yui: I didn’t mean it like that...

Subaru: I said it so many times already though! No matter what you are in this world, I need you to be safe and sound!

*grabs Yui*

Subaru: Fuck, why won’t you get it!? I’ve already prepared myself to be with you from the start, okay!?

Yui: ….. !?

Subaru: It doesn’t matter to me what might happen to my body. I don’t want to give you to anyone else, even if things will go wrong…

*Subaru gets closer*

Yui: Subaru-kun…

Subaru: I don’t ever want to lose the feeling of holding you in my arms like I do right now… !

That’s why… ouch...

Yui: ...Ah, your injury… are you okay? Don’t overwork yourself.

(After all, his face does look as if he's in pain. You’re acting strong, but the wound actually does hurt you a lot, doesn’t it?)

(And despite that, he’s trying his hardest not to make me worry about him…)

Subaru: Shit, I just hugged you but it already started hurting so much… Ngh

I can’t do anything with this injury. I doubt I could even fight any of them in my current conditions… !

Yui: (I’m so sorry, Subaru-kun… after all, without me—)

Subaru: What do I do!?

*lightning strikes*

Subaru: What was that light just now!?

What’s going on?

???: …..

Yui: A glowing… ball?

Subaru: What’s with this ball? Looks like the odd things strike yet again...

Socrates: My name is Socrates—

Subaru: Damn! That thing talked! Yui, stay behind me!

Socrates: What heroic actions indeed. So you really are protecting Eve despite your whole body continuously suffering from your injury.

It appears as if we have hit an interesting phase in our experiment. I could not possibly miss this opportunity.

Subaru: Experiment… ?

Yui: What do you mean by that exactly? And who even are you?

Socrates: You do not need to know me. But let’s say that I am the specific reason why you are participants of this world.

Yui: (So this thing knows about this world…)

Um, why are both of us expected to be here to begin with? And where are we right now!?

Socrates: This place is a closed world created with magical power. You can imagine it like a miniature garden.

And as long as you are staying in this garden, neither of your memories were supposed to ever come back.

Subaru: As long as we’re in this garden? Does that mean...

Socrates: Exactly. If you can find a way to get out of this garden, everything will return back to its normality. The changed memory will return to their usual state as well.

However, I did indeed notice both of you had their memory returned without my interfering.

It seemed as this took place due to a sudden shock situation the both of you found yourselves in.

It could have also happened because of my extreme inadequacy. Let’s try to use this as a reference to what happened in the future.

Subaru: In the future… stop bullshitting me.

Spit it out, bastard! If you know this much, then it was you who trapped us here, right!?

What the fuck is the purpose of this entire shit anyway!?

Socrates: …..

Subaru: Tch… don’t shut up now!

*Subaru tries hitting Socrates*

Subaru: ...Nn, what… ?

Yui: Subaru-kun’s fist didn’t hit it...

Socrates: Such attacks are utterly useless. You cannot even touch me, I hope you realized that.

If you truly wish to go fight against something, go against this world itself, not me.

Subaru: Hah?

Socrates: This miniature garden is designed to break easily if it’s confronted with certain conditions.

Yui: (I’m glad to hear that. So there is a way to escape from here!)

Can you tell us about those certain conditions?

Socrates: The condition for this outcome is that one person in this garden has to sacrifice themselves for the other players.

Yui: Sacrifice… ?

Socrates: Any method for this matter will do. They merely have to end their own life.

Yui: Ending their life, you say...

Subaru: ...Don’t spread bullshit around! Are you telling us to kill ourselves here or what!?

Socrates: Not everyone has to die. In the end, only one has to sacrifice its life.

If there will be a player killing themselves instead of being killed by somebody, the experiment can no longer continue and the garden will be destroyed.

Subaru: Even so, we can’t do that!

Socrates: Well then, you should simply continue being trapped in this garden where time has stopped.

Nevertheless, it does not matter. I will now continue to watch attentively over the fate both of you will choose in the future.

*Socrates disappears*

Yui: Ah, it disappeared.

Subaru: Hey! Shit, come back!! We weren’t done talking yet!

Yui: Socrates-san! Why would you think and carry out such a cruel plan!?

Why do these brothers have to fight each other and even try to kill one another for this… ?

(We finally understand how this world works, but we can’t possibly do something as horrible as that… !)

(If nobody in this world will commit suicide, nobody will end up being saved)

(It might be ridiculous to accept what that glowing ball said without being able to question it…)

(But if there’s really no other way out here, should we really try this method… ?)

Subaru: Kch…

Yui: (Subaru-kun seems really worried about this too)

(No wonder. You can’t force someone to kill or even commit suicide to escape so suddenly like that…)

(I wonder, is there any other way we could try? There has to be a way to break free from this garden and for everyone to return there safely…)

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not-ur-normie · 3 years

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Cristal witches, aka Sasha making headcanons for the world of Eldarya

I have this idea since forever at this point, so I figured it wouldn't hurt a fly to talk about it a little. It comes from years before when I wanted my OC to not be human but some kind of magic creature, so here we go.

English is not my first languange, so I am apologizing in advance.

Note: Throughout the post, the timespan is after the Blue Sacrifice, but I will talk about that too later on.

Who are cristal witches?

Cristal witches are witches who hold power connected to maana.

The bigger maana surronds them, the bigger their powers get

The reason they are called cristal witches is because they can form a connection with the Crystal

They are creatures with big potencial to play big roles in Eldarya, but that is exactly the point where things go wrong

More about witches

Most cristal witches are women, it's really rare when a male is born and inherits magical power, but there are cases when it happens

There were never any worry about them dying out, since the genes are VERY strong

When a male and female cristal witch have a child who is also one, they turn out way stronger then the others who only have one parent being one

Don't get me wrong, one parent makes the kid already strong as it is, but two parents are just a whole new level

Cristal witches all have tattoos, all in different colors. Most of the time the colors don't have anything to do with the powers they can hold, but lighter colors indicate lighter powers, meaning: lighter colors can't use magic that requires bigger maana usage, like black magic, or healing magic

(If you play the game, you sure know the voodoo outfit, I based the tattoos on those tattoos, so you can see the colors if you google it)

Since cristal witches are a heavily mixed community thanks to the overload of women, there are times where kids inherit both of their parents specific genetics

It's rare tho, because of the witch genes mixing up with other races' is not that common

But when it happens, it always gains attention

Cristal witches are not just cristal witches because they are connected to the Crystal, but because they literally have crystals all over their body

These crystals are mostly small ones and has the color of the tattoos

They are really human-like, so if they can hide their tattos and crystals they can perfectly blend in, which did come handy at some point

Their lifespan is about 150-200 years

They are able to open the portal to the human world

(here you can see the children of my OC [Chrystal] and Ezarel, who were lucky enough to inherit both of their parents genes, so they are witches with elf ears.)

How did they live?

Back then cristal witches lived in small communities, mostly small villages, but there where some communities living a full nomad life

Since they live so long, there were not many of them to begin with

These smaller communities lived close to each other way back then, but the nomad communities started to move around after a while

These are highly spiritual communities, especially that they are fully able to communicate with the Oracle if they wish so

They had special type of education, where witches were learning to use basic magic, while non-witches who lived with them learned alchemy

They had strict rules, that everybody needed to follow, they weren't allowed to use their power randomly

They needed to get an approval to use magic that requires more manna than your basic magic, and also to use dangerous or risky magic

If somebody went against this rule more than 5 times, they got their magic taken away

They choose new leader every year, although if a leader was good, they sticked with them and kept on picking them

The leader was not leading alone, although they made the final decisions

There were many smaller position available next to the leader, which are also chosen by the other witches

Overally they are really pieceful, so the conflicts are not that common

Cristal witches are able to do many things with magic, but it takes a lifetime to gain a really controlled power, so older, well-educated witches are highly respected and the leader was chosen from them most of the times

Some really strong witches are even able to bring back people from the death, but only if they're right there when the death happens

The Blue Sacrifice

The reason that Cristal witches were never part of the council that planned out the Sacrifice was that the races forming the council agreed that Eldarya could need them in the future (and they were damned right)

Before the Sacrifice taken place, witches were not that strong than after it happend

I imagine it the way, that once the sacrifice was made, Eldarya alone had more maana than when the two worlds were one and since witches' powers are mostly maana based, it made their powers grow way stronger than before

(I hope this makes sense lol)

Where things went wrong

As I mentioned before, they are creatures with big potential

When the Blue Sacrifice went wrong, the races in Eldarya needed the witches help the most

Almost every community, town, villige, whatever had at least one witch living with them to help out whenever there were high need

The problem is, that there was always high need; as we know Eldarya was in trouble

With the help of the witches it was easier to go for supplies to the human world, although only those communities could do this who had stronger, more experienced witches

There were even witches who were able to cast spells and make the field able to grow some edible plants

And this is exactly where things went terribly wrong

Since cristal witches have a high value, there were many who hunted them or tortured them for their powers

Why? Well, I know all the above reasons would be enough, but there are more to it

Cristal witches' blood is able to make the lifespan of whoever drinks it longer

And not just that, but it can completely function as food, it stops hunger for longer periods of time (weeks, sometimes months, depending on power) and makes the immune system 100% healthy

It was also used for really expensive medication

You know what else is really valuable? The tears of witches.

It can fasten healing and was used for many medication as well as their blood

But only tears that hold heavy emotions count, since the tear drops turn into little crystals

These informations spread real fast after a while and witch hunts became so serious that at one point several communities started to think that it would be better to sacrifice them as well so maybe Eldarya could gain its full balance [the Guard of El also wanted this, just in case you were curious]

Witches would've 100% sacrificed themselfs if they got asked by the time the Blue Sacrfice happend

But after all the terror they went through, their trust was completely broken

They did not want to die for all these selfish folks wanting to murder them, not thinking about their race for a single second

So one day they completely vanished

Nobody knows how exactly, the common guess was that they opened the portal and moved to the human world, giving up on their magic

I mean everything was better than dying for your murderers

After the vanish

Of course, not all of the witches vanished, but the witch communities that lived together

Those who lived in certain places helping out stayed there

Back then the Guard of El had a witch with them too

Sadly, they got scared of her possibly gaining control over the guard, since she was very much loved... So they decided to kill her [yes, they wanted to sacrifice her, and then killed her, way to go]

The last known cristal witch was a male, living with the Fenghuangs, but he died just before The Origins' story starts

But... Are they really all gone?

Okaaaay soooo I bet there are stuff in this which doesn't exactly fit the story and/or I remember incorrectly, but it is what it is.

On the very first art you can see my OC named Chrystal. Well, she arrives to Eldarya the same way Erika did in the original story, the main difference is that she turnes out to be a cristal witch and this fact leaves the guard in a numb shock. Suddenly the only living cristal witch is with them and that is changing their situation entirely.

I am sure I will write down Chrystals story with illustratons and whatnot, but currently I am working on my Moonligh Lovers' OC's illus, so that will take some time.

Anyway, this will have another part, I wanna at least introduce Chrystal so you can see a cristal witch in action, hurray.

Ah, yeah, if there are facts from the game messed up, feel free to tell me, I am not biting. You can also use this idea for your ocs, I don't mind. Hugs<3

#eldarya #eldarya new era #eldarya the origins #eldarya headcanons

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everythingsinred · 3 years

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Let's Talk About NatsuMikan: Natsume (pt. 25)

Hi there.

According to Wikipedia, the term "star-crossed lovers" refers to a couple "whose relationship is thwarted by outside forces". Furthermore, "such pairings are said to be doomed from the start". Often, the tragic end of these pairings can be seen from a mile away, even though the audience may hope and wish desperately for things to be different. In fact, the relationship between Romeo and Juliet is immediately revealed to end tragically, with both of them dead. It's just a matter of watching the heartbreak unfold.

The same is true here. Natsume and Mikan are "doomed" from the start. You hope and wish desperately that fate will be kind to them, that certain things will be different, that they can be happy, but it's not to be and you know it, deep down. All you can really do is watch the specific way it all goes up in flames. Now that we know they're both romantically involved, star-crossed to be separated, we're about to see a tragedy unfold. Let's suffer about it.

Chapter One Hundred and Forty

The school was being invaded, and the only one of Shiki’s conditions that the ESP could not accept was Mikan being out of his reach. In order to save the school, Mikan allowed herself to be put into the ESP’s custody under the condition that she cannot be harmed or manipulated.

But Chapter 140 doesn’t start by checking in on Mikan or even showing the others’ reaction to her absence. Not yet.

Just in case you didn't know how this would end to begin with, Higuchi will let you know now. It will not end well!

The chapter starts with a monologue from Ruka about the lengths Natsume would go to for Mikan, but also pleading for him not to go anywhere. This is unsubtle foreshadowing. We see a glimpse of the future, of Natsume’s presumably dead body, and the misery his death brings. We can see more evidence of what we already knew: Natsume thinks so little of himself that he’s willing to sacrifice anything for others, never considering that his absence will cause utter despair in the people he leaves behind.

At this point, it becomes even more obvious that the story will end with tragedy, and Natsume's probable death will be part of it.

We finally get to the real start of the chapter. It’s winter again. Ruka is musing on life at the academy without Mikan. They all talk about her often, even after months of not seeing her. They don’t even know where at the academy she is, or what she’s been up to.

Just for a glimpse. ;-;

He recalls Yuka’s funeral. The children were instructed to leave the area, but it was the last time they’d see Mikan, so they all stay. Natsume doesn’t even have an umbrella despite the rain. Mikan was then escorted from Yuka’s grave by the ESP. Her classmates want to know where she’s going, concerned that she’s in trouble. When the ESP threatens Shiki for not disciplining them, Mikan smiles and promises to see them again.

Fate does not smile upon them.

Natsume watches, and although they’re all surprised and concerned, he seems more so than anyone else. The last time he saw her there was a lot left unsaid. She had confessed her requited feelings telepathically and he’d had to say goodbye over and over and over. But Mikan hasn’t used up all of the telepathy stone quite yet, so he’s able to promise her that he’ll do everything he can to find her. She smiles, tears in her eyes, and that’s the last image of her he has for a while. He will find her. That’s his new mission, his new reason for living.

Back in the present, Natsume finally appears to join the group. He’s been missing, looking for Mikan. He spends most of his time running around campus trying to find her. The telepathy alice stone is the only tie they have to each other now. It’s all he has to go off of.

He smiles upon joining the group. Mikan isn’t there, but he’s still smiling. It might not be entirely genuine. He’s smiled like this before, to make Ruka feel better before the Z Arc. He has to have hope, too, because he can’t die before he finds Mikan. Submitting to the misery will only mar his chances.

Ruka knows that Natsume’s long absences are due to his search, that he spends hours and hours looking for her, calling for her, waiting for a response.

Yes, Shiki, and as a minor, he CANNOT consent to being a member of a group that has "war potential" because that's against international law and you should be charged with human rights' violations. Also, since he's a child, even being a criminal wouldn't justify this kind of punishment either, on account of him not even being a teenager yet.

Natsume is still a Dangerous Ability type. Shiki urges him to transfer out, but Natsume can’t. He has to stay, because as a DA type he can search in more areas that are off limits to normal students. In general, the DA class is more comfortable now that they’re under the management of the Middle School, not the ESP. Still, it’s described as a group “with war potential” and he wants to feel like he’s doing something to protect the people important to him rather than simply standing by. Natsume’s mindset of always having to protect people, to the extent that when he cannot protect people he feels useless and worthless, is damaging. He thinks he has to do these things, and although the narrative paints the DA class choosing to remain as them choosing to protect people, it’s kind of ridiculous that a school would put such a task on students’ shoulders in the first place. They’re the ones who should be protected, not the other way around. No matter who is in charge of the DA class, sending kids on dangerous missions where they could get hurt is still child abuse and endangerment.

In any case, he’s told it’s useless to try and find her, that the barrier hiding Mikan is too powerful, but he won’t listen. He won’t let anything anybody says get in the way. Just like he said when he first rebelled, no matter how much somebody tries to convince him not to, he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her.

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Two

Tsubasa is also opting to remain in the DA class. It’s easier to be in on the action that way, for one. He also wants to help Natsume because he’s concerned about his alice shape. Natsume and Misaki both tease him for this, and Tsubasa chases after Misaki. Natsume watches them wistfully. Tsubasa doesn’t even seem to realize how lucky he is. He can hug Misaki, tease her, apologize, talk to her, see her. Natsume misses Mikan and he’s jealous that Tsubasa is able to have with Misaki what he’d love to have with his own girl. So, naturally, he sets his hair on fire.

God, Tsubasa, have some sensitivity!

Back at the dorms, Yuu laments that Mikan won’t be allowed to attend the Christmas Ball, and it’s unlikely she’ll be allowed to graduate with them either. Hotaru comes up with the idea of sending Mikan Christmas presents, and everyone is immediately on board. They all try to come up with present ideas, but Natsume’s a step ahead, already making another alice stone for her.

Hotaru notices and immediately tears him apart for it. He knows the stone won’t make it through the examination, and the fact that even making alice stones takes a toll on his body will only make Mikan worry. In addition to all that, Mikan already has his alice stone, so there shouldn’t be any worries on the “love tradition” front.

Hotaru is Mikan’s best friend, someone who knows her pretty well and whose opinion Mikan cares about. This criticism wouldn’t hit as hard if it was some random person, or even just another kid in Class B. Because it’s Hotaru, he has to take it seriously. Hotaru is calling him out and he’s embarrassed and defensive, but she’s a step ahead of him, having thought of a much better present.

Natsume's like, "I'll be her prince!"

She gives him a story book, about Rapunzel. The story is similar to Mikan’s--a girl is trapped in a tower with no way to escape. She found a prince and they were able to escape together and live happily. All Mikan needs is to find her prince and the story would fit perfectly.

Natsume likes this story a lot. He wants to be Mikan’s prince. He has to be her prince. He doesn’t have a choice but to save her, because that’s all he’s living for. And letting Mikan know that a prince is on the way seems an important enough mission that everyone wants to help get Rapunzel through the examination. They will all send story books to make Rapunzel seem less suspicious. Of course that doesn’t stop Hotaru from claiming that the prince in her story is actually more useful than the one in Rapunzel, implying that Natsume is a subpar prince as well.

Chapter One Hundred and Forty-Three

It’s time for the Christmas Ball. Mikan isn’t there, so Natsume is morose. Just like last year, he finds refuge in the tree. Last Christmas was pretty nice, all things considered, because he got to kiss Mikan.

It's just not fair. All he wants is a smooch. And to save her and keep her safe but. The kiss too.

At the time, he’d thought it was a one-off, his only chance. He was just going to kiss her real quick because he was convinced Ruka already had, and then when it was done he would run away and never do it again. She wouldn’t want to kiss him over Ruka anyway, right? But apparently Mikan loves him too, something he had never even considered a possibility, so maybe she’d want to kiss him again?

Except that Mikan isn’t around and the only way he can see if she wants to kiss him again would be if he found her.

How come everyone is calling him out so boldly lately? You guys DO realize his days are numbered, right? Not even double digits? So cruel.

Sumire is talking about dancing with him this year, but he’s only thinking about Mikan. Koko calls him out for it, saying there’s someone in the tree thinking about kissing. It was such a strong thought that it took Koko by surprise, even.

There’s a present exchange and Yuu again expresses sadness that Mikan isn’t with them, wondering if she’s spending Christmas all on her own. This spurs Natsume to get the hell out of there. He can’t sit around for too long, after all. He wants to find her and he won’t find her at the ball for sure.

He’s out looking for her, just like he does every day and every night. Shiki might be a hopeless romantic, or feeling guilty for having Mikan watch the ball on TV, so he loosens the barrier on Mikan enough for Natsume to be able to find her.

Shiki is also a NatsuMikan shipper... You a legend for that one, fam.

He hasn’t seen her in months, not even after searching every corner of the school over and over again, but tonight he has finally found her.

Conclusion

Although in many ways, Natsume's story was set up to be tragic from the beginning, these chapters establish for good that something horrible is coming, and we know that to be Natsume's death, in about a week. I'll talk more about the star-crossed lovers aspect in the upcoming parts. It's an aspect of their relationship that I find very interesting.

Thank you for reading this far!

Y'all have caught up to where I'm at, more or less. I won't post tomorrow because there'd only be a chapter of content to post and that's no fun. I'll spend the weekend getting ahead a bit and then on Monday I'll continue. In no time at all, we'll be wrapped up! It's all so exciting!

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justonemorechapternicercy · 3 years

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Type of Kiss: Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

Physical Touch: peppering their face in kisses

Dialogue: “Only you.”

Pairing: Surprise me :)

Thank you 💙

I was really, really, really tempted. But my dear deserves some fluff, so here you are~

Triton knew he was whipped. Well, the whole city of Atlantis knew that their king was whipped since his demigod half-brother first appeared in the Underwater palace to help them rebuild the place.

Everybody was quick to simply adore the hyperactive black-haired boy, who looked so much like the Sea god, yet was so different from the ruling family. But no one adored Percy Jackson more than King Triton.

The god wanted to hate the bastard child of his father. He wanted to resent him for being the favorite of- well, everybody's favorite.

But he couldn't.

The boy was just so lovely, lively, sassy, yet caring and warm-hearted, he just couldn't hate him.

So, it wasn't a surprise for anybody, really - except for the oblivious Percy, who was never perspective enough to notice when somebody was crushing on him -, when King Triton asked him out on a date.

It was a shock for Percy - but he couldn't say no. The god he was crushing on, the man, he so desperately wanted to notice him not just as his annoying half-brother, but as a potential lover, asked him out on a date. Of course, he said yes!

Dating with Triton was just as perfect as he imagined it to be, and much more. He was a perfect gentleman, generous and playful, loving and - so, so, so whipped.

Percy could persuade him to do anything he wanted.

Adopting the Loch Ness monster as a pet? Check.

Causing havoc on Olympus by flooding the whole place because Zeus annoyed Percy? Check.

Letting Percy plan out their vacation that involved visiting places Triton never ever wanted to go? Check.

And the most recent: persuading Triton to visit Sally Jackson, the mother of his beloved, the ex-lover of his cheating father, to be introduced as Percy's boyfriend.

Triton was so whipped.

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"Only you could make me come with you to visit your mother with these awful leg-things," complained Triton, trying to massage the cramps out of his legs. It wasn't like he never used legs before, but staying in his natural, merman form made using legs a really uncomfortable feeling.

"You know you love me," Percy teased, peppering his boyfriend's face with feather-light kisses, making those frown lines disappear.

"You are a menace," declared the god, but softly smiling, he took Percy's face into his big hands and kissed him senseless.

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"Only you could make me, the King of Atlantis, bring your sister to an aquarium."

For Percy, it was a fun day with his boyfriend and his little sister, bonding with each other, enjoying the beautiful day.

For Triton, it was watching his subjects being held in cages, taking care of two hyperactive children, and being flirted by strange women of all ages.

"I love you too," Percy sassed, but he understood and appreciated his boyfriend's sacrifice. He pressed himself closer to Triton, enjoying the feeling of safety the bigger man provided.

He looked at the sleepily blinking Estelle in his lover's arms and wished for their own little family.

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"Only you could make me carry you on my back like you were a hyperactive child still," grumbled Triton, yet still carried his beloved burden on his back.

"That's because I'm still a hyperactive child!" Percy declared, licking the Smurf blue ice cream he got from his eye-rolling lover.

"True," the immortal god sighed, never letting go of the legs hugging his torso. He may have grumbled about his childish boyfriend, but he knew what he was doing when he asked Percy out on a date.

He adored his little menace.

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Standing on the staircase leading to his parent's apartment, Percy leaned forward, finally able to look directly into Triton's eyes.

"Only you could make me behave like a lovesick fool," the god sighed and closed the distance between them. His eyes closed, he pressed his lips against Percy's, stealing loving, passionate kisses from his beloved.

They stood there for a while, just looking into each other's eyes and locking their lips together alternately.

"Only you… Forever," Triton whispered.

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anlian-aishang · 4 years

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How do you think Levi, Erwin & Hange will act as a lover to their respective s/o?

Thanks for sending in a request! Here’s what I think... [Levi, Erwin, Hange]

Levi:

- Definitely not one to rush into a relationship.

- He actually tries to ignore, suppress, deny his feelings for someone. He has seen so much death, lost so many loved ones, he does not want to do it again.

- After a while, though, he cannot lie to himself any longer: he likes them.

- His flirting is extremely subtle. “Nice work back there.”, “Your gear was looking rusty so I cleaned it.”, “It’ll go faster if you hold the rag this way.” It’s hard to tell if it is just him being a responsible captain or if it is something more. When he finally invites the person for tea (he can’t believe he has to be this obvious), they get the hint and hit it off immediately. After all, given their history and build-up, they have a lot to talk about and already know a lot about the other.

- Still apprehensive about falling too deeply in love, he is careful in each further step they take. It’s a stark difference to his leadership. When he slowly reaches an arm around their shoulders, holds them that extra moment before a kiss, takes his time in foreplay, he is wordlessly asking both his lover and the universe if he really should.

- In pillow talk, he reveals a little more about his history. He is sometimes unaware if his lover is actually still awake to hear it, he is not only talking to them but also admitting and coming to terms with himself. It’s too heavy to describe all at once, so expect to puzzle together bits and pieces over time.

- Adores giving little acts of kindness. They always mean a lot more than what they are on the surface, but also allow him to express love in the fear of getting too attached.

- But once he is, there is no going back. While he has them, he will not take their time together for granted. Levi is the most passionate of lovers.

Erwin:

- Also takes a while to open up.

- With his immeasurable amount of responsibility, he often feels like he does not have time for romance. That is, until he meets that one person who seems to get him.

- Straightforward and upfront with his feelings.

- Constantly tells his lover that everything is taken care of. “Everything’s under control, don’t worry, darling.” It’s not just words, either. It’s the truth, he really means it. He has kept the regiment afloat for so long, there’s nothing he can’t handle, nothing he wouldn’t sacrifice for his lover.

- A sustainable life partner. Of course he does the dishes. Of course he cooks dinner. Of course he does whatever is needed. He does the day-to-day things without being asked. While his lover absolutely adores it, he does it more out of natural instinct rather than to flatter them.

- If the chores seem to be stacking up, his lover will notice immediately. It is his silent way of admitting he needs help. Work has been too stressful lately. He needs some TLC. With all the effort he puts in on the daily, both in his work and their relationship, his lover is more than happy to assist.

- Pillow talk is intense. “Did I make the wrong choice?” “Will it all be worth it?” Of course talks about the dream that he shared with his father. “Just how much will it take to achieve it?”

- A mature lover. Needs a composed, intelligent, passionate partner. When they’re together, a true power couple in every sense of the word.

Hange:

- Hange is really an open book, they just can’t help it really.

- When they get a crush on somebody, they will not hold it in for long, maybe even confessing as soon as they recognize their feelings.

- “You’re pretty cool. We should go out!”

- Their bluntness can throw off a prospective partner. Being completely honest up front, what kind of game is that? However, their lover quickly comes to adore it.

- Their true blue personality has huge perks in the relationship. There are never any guessing games. There is never any drama over miscommunication, no miscommunication at all.

- Though they are often happy-go-lucky around everyone, Hange definitely reserves the best for their s/o. They are special and deserve to be treated as such. Hange constantly showers them with compliments, both lightheartedly and genuinely.

- Pillow talk is really something. Hange opens up about their thoughts about the world, all the mystery that is left to be solved, and how frustrating it can be sometimes. It is one of the few moments that their skippy attitude is replaced with one of seriousness.

- But in the morning, expect breakfast in bed, a few self-aware apologies for getting too “emo” last night, and another joy-filled day.

- A feel-good relationship. Hange just wants their s/o to be happy and will run to all ends of the Earth if that’s what it takes.

// masterlist //

#levi #erwin #hange #hange zoe #headcanon #my writing #attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin #snk x reader #alias's #fluff #2020 #request

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shimmershae · 3 years

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My thoughts on Episode 3--Hunted.

Most of you lovelies already realize this, but my thoughts tend to zig and zag quite a bit, lol. So. To save some of you the headache and spare you from seeing spoilers you’d rather not see yet, I’m again placing them behind a cut.

First things first. I have totally turned into Yvette Nicole Brown with her TWD notebooks, lol, and I’m not even sorry. I just felt like it would be fun to go back when the final episode is in the books and see how well my thoughts from these early episodes line up with what I’m feeling when we say our (not-so) final goodbyes.

But that’s enough about that. Let’s get to this thing.

It really is insane how very much I love Melissa McBride. Just hearing her doing the previously on TWD recap voiceover makes me ridiculously happy.

Cole! Dude! We hardly knew ya.

Not gonna lie. That first shot of Maggie in all the chaos reminded of a shirt I’ve seen. It says--”Well, well, well. If it isn’t the consequences of my actions.”

I have to hand it to Angela and the rest of her team. These opening scenes--on all 3 episodes--have been BOMB so far. They really hook you in right away. At least IMHO.

I realize I’m behind the game on this little tidbit, but how much do I adore the fact that Dog is now in the opening credits?

Okay. Alexandria might look like it’s been on some kind of post-apocalyptic bender but all our girls are looking beautiful as ever. Maybe it’s Maybelline, lol.

I love to see Kelly and Carol still gravitating toward each other. It really speaks to each woman’s heart. Carol wants to make amends so badly and Kelly just has the most lovely, warm, forgiving heart.

Carol’s point about Alexandria still needing the horses to help with the heavy lifting and pointing out the walls and rebuilding won’t matter quite as much if they’re limited by their hunger and what they can physically lift on their own isn’t wrong. But I’m sure the same viewers that were okay with Daryl and Co. going out on Maggie’s suicide mission (using the same reasoning) and saying it made sense for the bigger picture will pretend not to recognize that the same element is there in Carol’s desire to go out there and look for the horses. You know. Because it was Carol’s idea and not that of their fave(s).

Aaron, Man. Or maybe I should say Angela. You just had to put a pit of dread in my belly mentioning Buttons like that. RIP, Buttons. You deserved better. I’m still traumatized.

Look at all the babies bonding. Look at RJ getting to sit at the big kid table.

“My mom always comes back.” She damn well better. Those babies need her. Until she does, though, Uncle Daryl and Aunt Carol (and Aunt Rosita and everybody else) are going to be there.

Anyway. Poor RJ. He barely ever gets any lines, lol.

Hershel and Judith are obviously the mini-adults in this group and baby Rhee is already more cynical and jaded than his sweet daddy was until they reached Alexandria and the wheels started to come off.

So. Does Maggie just think everybody’s already dead here or what? Hmm.

You know. Any building can be creepy AF when the lights are off and it’s dark, lol. Any building.

So much darkness so far this season. I’m going to have to invest in some blackout curtains. I just know it.

Where are all those stairs leading? Why am I thinking of Hitchcock? Am I mixing up my scary, suspenseful movies? Probably.

Of fucking course, Maggie dropped her flashlight. Thank goodness she had that lighter at the ready just before Ghost Face Reaper took a swipe at her.

Is that Father G with a screwdriver impaled in his thigh? Listen. These people deserve a Mega Bottle of pain killers and a week just vegging out in a soft, luxurious bed.

All these horror movie tropes. Some of them are cheesy, yes. But I’m totally here for it.

LMAO. That’s it, Maggie. A good old punch in the nuts works every time.

Alden really is having a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.

Negan is still Negan. Self-serving and looking out for number one. But I believe the man really does feel the group is his group too. He’s like that long lost, sketchy uncle nobody wants to acknowledge much less invite to the dinner table, but that bond? However thin? Is there.

I am both hating that Maggie is being forced to work with the man that murdered her husband (my baby Glenn) and finding it fascinating the lengths she’s willing to go to survive. This your plan, Angela?

Rosita and Carol! How sad is it that the last really significant scene I can remember the two of these women sharing was way back? Before Rick and Co. attacked Negan’s outpost and Maggie and Carol were subsequently taken? If only the show had done more of these kind of scenes.

How much do I love all the girls working together? Gimps would never. They’d all be stuck back at Alexandria minding the kids and the community.

Shallow aside--Rosita is so pretty in this scene.

Rosita being worried about Carol honestly makes my heart hurt, because it’s about damn time more of them actually did. Her saying Abraham is trying to tell her something in her dreams is interesting. Angela sure loves her dreams, doesn’t she?

Where are Daryl’s dreams, hmm? No. Seriously. I guess they want to give some viewers plausible deniability until the bitter end.

“Really? We’re just gonna go toward the screaming? Cool.” Hahaha. You know. Even the smart people in horror movies sometimes bite it, Negan. Just saying. Maggie really does need to “stop running up the staircase” when she could just run out the front door though, lol.

Poor Duncan. I think you could have been another Tyreese, Jerry type for me.

WTF does this show have against horses? Those poor creatures.

Kelly is totally me right now. I’d be freaking inconsolable.

Carol needed that hug. Thank you, Magna. From the bottom of this tired fangirl’s heart, thank you.

Why give us that beautiful, golden shot with the horses when you’re planning to stab us through the heart later and twist the knife. Oh. Yeah. That’s exactly why.

Oh snap! Father G’s delivery when he tells that Reaper “I’m not. God isn’t here anymore.” Cold as ice.

Judas. That the Reapers’ work. Or. Damn. Either way, that’s harsh.

Back to what Alden was saying. All these oprhaned children. Who’s going to take on Adam if he dies? That poor kid has had a rough go of it. Knowing that, makes you wonder what Alden was thinking volunteering for the suicide mission.

Omigosh. There went Agatha. Terrible way to go. Right, Beatrice?

I’m sobbing. Carol with the horse. That hurt my baby so much but she hurt herself for her family the same way she has been doing since the Prison. Melissa Mcbride? When she cries, I cry. Every effin’ time. Aaron being there just made it hurt more. But at least someone was there to see how and really take in how she continues to break pieces of herself off to keep her family as whole and safe and happy as she can.

Rewinding a minute--that Magna and Carol conversation. I get Magna’s reasoning too. I do. But Angela is just making everything so dire right now so that the sun when Connie is ultimate found shines a ltitle brighter.

Those babies know they’re eating horse. I could never.

That’s got to be a different Coco. She’s even smaller. But she’s gorgeous.

Fucking finally. Angela having the other characters notice after an eternity of being blind to it, just how much Carol sacrifices of herself for them. It’s so long overdue and I imagine Rosita’s even more worried for Carol now. It’s a shame it’s taken 11 seasons. My baby’s had blood on her hands trying to keep her family safe and whole and happy and fed for a long damn time. So heartbreaking watching her try to scrub the blood away.

Sweet, sweet hug that Kelly gave Magna. She’s such a sweetheart kid sis to all of them, isn’t she?

Interesting place of refuge. A gutted church. A visual symbol, Angela, of where Maggie and the rest of our people are now perhaps?

“It’s easy for you, isn’t it? Being reckless with sombody’s life...” Maggie. Maggie. Those words would have hit so much harder if we hadn’t spent the majority of the last 2.5 episodes watching you ignore sound advice just because it came out of the mouth of somebody you (justifiably) hate.

But will Alden be there when Maggie and Negan get back? That is the question. Or will he eventually Lucille himself?

That little bit of lineup Negan music to remind the audience of Negan lovers and sympathizers that he once took great pleasure in murderously swinging a bag at people’s heads was a nice, subtle touch there. Like agree with her or not, Maggie is literally left to rely on the hope, however small it is, that Negan has changed just enough that he won’t try to finish a job he taken on years before--killing what’s left of her.

Oh lawd. Next episode sees the return of a character literally nobody asked for. How excited am I not?

Dog better not be harmed or so help me.

Now for Angela’s weekly explanations of WTF she/there were thinking because they been doing this plausible deniability thing so long some people out there watching with biased, muddy stan glasses can no longer separate head canon from canon.

Is Maggie worried at all about Daryl or does she just assume his superhero powers are in full effect in this episode?

“You can’t really say it wasn’t going to happen anyway.” Not Angela pointing out that simply laying the blame for literally everything bad that ever happens at Carol’s feet isn’t the answer. Say it louder for those in the back. Alpha was going to do what Alpha wanted to do.

“There is love there. There is respect there. However, there’s also frustration...” You damn skippy. Friendships and human relationships are complex AF. Like Carol. She’s honestly one of the most complicated characters on this show and any show, IMHO. That’s what makes her so memorable and such a lightning rod for discussion.

I know I might be in a minority, but I really feel like they need more of those little scenes between the kids to keep things real.

Kang saying she always feels like she’s going to get murdered in a staircase or parking lot is relatable, funny, and sad all at the same time. It’s a girl thing.

Why is Carol’s story giving me Dark Knight vibes? Like I feel like she’ll gladly shoulder the burden of their distrust, their hate, or their judgment as long as the hard choices she makes keeps them safe. And she’s still ultimately going to come back to save their asses even when they forsake her. Just like Bruce Wayne/Batman. Am I reaching too far, lol? Because sometimes I do that.

Anyway. This is the third episode of the season and the third episode in a row that I mostly enjoyed. I don’t know if I’m just so relieved and happy to have all the characters and my show back or what, but overall? I’ve been pleased with the episodes and found something to love in all of them.

There’s a much stronger horror vibe woven throughout Season 11 so far. I feel like it’s a return to the roots of the show and I like that. Literally none of the characters are making perfect choices and this viewer is here for it. My only complaint so far is there hasn’t been enough Carol but what we’ve been given has felt like a gift and significant in a way that Gimps’ version was not. Also? I really hope the trend of the ladies working together and supporting each other continues because they rule the TWD world, lol.

Hope you enjoyed at least some of my TWD word vomit.

Until next episode.

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phantompearlsalt · 3 years

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Sour Cherry, Chapter 15

We’re taking a break from the smut this week, folks! This update I bring you more soft Kuvira, specifically moments where our favorite girl needs some extra loving. We don’t see Kuvira as feeling much of anything in the show but I think we can all imagine she feels deeply and intensely so...that’s what this is kind of. She just has someone to love on her and reassure her ❤️ As always, I love to read your comments so feel free to drop some on AO3 or leave me some messages in my inbox! LOVE Y’ALL!

Ba Sing Se

It’s not unlike Kuvira to fall asleep at her desk these days.

You’ve been in the Earth Kingdom capital for some time now, and although the worst of the violence has since subsided, the imminent work of bureaucratization poses an overwhelming task.

There’s no doubt in anyone’s mind that Kuvira will fully restore Ba Sing Se to its former glory — even improve it. Given Suyin’s decision to remain complacent in the face of such chaos, Kuvira symbolized the steady hand that would guide a city in disarray into an era of peace and unity.

From the moment she took it upon herself to oversee this venture, she proved time and time again that few people—if any—could assume such an undertaking and carry it to completion. She managed to instill a persistent flame of hope in everyone, even beyond her army. There was a reason her popularity grew so rapidly among the local residents.

She was the beacon of light no one had expected to find but now relied on as a means of getting through this period of such great distress.

But at the end of the day, Kuvira is still human.

Despite having initiated a new kind of relationship with her, you’re ashamed to say that sometimes even you forget this simple fact. Kuvira is many things: above all else, she is a strategist. Of course, this mentality shapes every move and decision she makes in Ba Sing Se and this extends far beyond politics.

She’s methodical in her approach to life, modulating her demeanor in a way that allows her to easily adapt to constantly shifting environments, people, and interactions. In doing so, she often becomes a force of pure energy, steady and obstinate. After all, one doesn’t become the Great Uniter by projecting any degree of weakness. The Earth Kingdom needed somebody who embodied strength, fearlessness, and hope. They needed to reclaim that sense of certainty that had been shattered the moment all structure—however precarious it was—vanished upon the Earth Queen’s death.

So when you walk into your makeshift quarters, lit up only by the dwindling flame of her desk lantern, it’s a sharp reminder that even Kuvira reaches her limits.

You walk over to her slowly, paying extra attention to the weight of your feet against the floor. When you reach her, you kneel down and carefully drift your fingers towards her arm. She has them folded beneath her cheek, her lips parted just enough for a faint whistle to travel between her teeth. You touch Kuvira’s shoulder and stay still, not wanting to rouse her from slumber too brusquely.

She sniffles once and the sound makes something in your chest twinge so you press your fingertips into her uniform just enough for Kuvira to feel the pressure of your hand more surely. “Kuvira,” you whisper. “It’s me.”

Upon hearing your voice, her eyelids snap open and even through the dusty orange glow of the room you can see just how bleary-eyed she looks. You wonder if anyone has ever seen her like this, walls down and vulnerable, but the answer comes to you before you dwell on it too long.

“I’m sorry,” she says, flattening out her back so she’s leaning into her chair. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me…”

“I think I do,” you respond, inching forward until your lips softly press against her cheekbone. “Come on, let’s get you out of this stuff.”

Never having been the recipient of such doting, it takes Kuvira a few moments to respond but she eventually stands and walks over to your shared bed. You pull away the sheets of metal along her shoulders and forearms, carefully setting them aside while Kuvira pushes the breastplate off her torso and lets it clatter to the ground.

Once she’s cloaked only in her dark green uniform, she collapses onto the bed and looks just about ready to pass out. There’s one more thing left for you to do though.

You quickly kiss the crown of her head before crawling onto the mattress and finding a position along her back, your knees positioned around her hips. Kuvira’s braid is barely a braid anymore, mostly a disheveled rope of hair with some vague semblance of pleated folds.

You make quick work of it, dragging your fingers through the thick strands and undoing the knots you encounter. Once it feels loose and heavy, you reach for the brush on your nightstand and start guiding it from the roots to the tips along her back.

It’s a choreography you unknowingly crafted at some point when you could finally call Kuvira your lover but it’s one that you fall into so easily it’s as though you learned it another lifetime. Your fingers know exactly how to glide through the silk-like texture of her hair, how to hold the contours of the brush so your movements stay slow and gentle. Kuvira lets herself fall against your palm and you imagine this might be how a moonflower preens beneath the glow of a stainless night sky.

You aren’t sure how long you brush her hair but eventually her breathing evens out again and can’t tell if she’s fallen asleep. She starts inching forward and it’s sufficient indication that you’ve done your part.

With a loving smile, you set the brush aside and guide her onto the pillow. Leaning down, you let your lips hover over her temple before finally pressing them against the soft skin. Though you attribute it to a trick of the light, you fall asleep to the image of Kuvira’s cheek twitching against your touch.

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Republic City

In the context of all that was to come, three years seemed like such an insignificant period of time. There was so much left to do to consummate the burgeoning Empire. The vast majority of the former Earth Kingdom now fell under Kuvira’s rule but there was still the matter of Zaofu. The United Republic of Nations.

Although Kuvira had successfully wrested the authority to rule from the young prince, the Earth Empire army knew it was only the beginning of a much larger mission. The past three years hadn’t been easy by any means but there was something unusually intimidating about annexing Zaofu and the United Republic.

Perhaps because it felt much more personal. Of course, you felt the connection of a common background with all Earth Kingdom inhabitants but Zaofu was your home. You grew up there...Spirits, you probably still had loved ones there.

And Republic City? Maybe it was the way people and communities hailed from all nations and found ways to live in relative peace after the horrific events led by Amon and then Unalaq. But even then, all of it seemed precarious when compared to the vision Kuvira was putting forth.

As you drive away from the Four Elements hotel, Kuvira’s hand wrapped tightly around yours, you think back to Zaofu once more but this time you aren’t met with images of your old library or the bright green fields that lay beyond the metal walls.

No, you think of Suyin. She was the last person Kuvira spoke to before you left Republic City. You had waited in the shadows of the hotel patio after the failed coronation, hoping it would shroud you enough to avoid being seen by any of the world leaders.

Just when you were about to make your way upstairs Kuvira stepped out of the elevator, flanked by her guards. “Everything has been packed,” she said coldly. “We’re leaving. Immediately.”

She didn’t wait for you to respond, instead charging forward without a second glance at her surroundings. The interaction left you stunned before you finally came to your senses and scurried close behind her.

The first few seconds in the Satomobile were almost tangibly uncomfortable. You wanted to ask how she was doing, to soothe whatever venom Suyin had undoubtedly said. There was a dark shadow cast over Kuvira’s face, one that you hadn’t seen since you first left Zaofu all those years ago.

Instead you stayed quiet, folding your hands over your lap and looking at the cityscape zooming by. Eventually, Kuvira’s gloved hand slid over yours, twisting between your fingers until your palms met in that familiar embrace you could distinguish even without first knowing it was her.

As the train comes back into view, you squeeze Kuvira’s hand, hoping the sentiment translates all the same despite your inability to verbalize them. The tension in her body doesn’t loosen up but she closes her eyes momentarily and lets out a slow, even breath through her nose.

For now, it’s all you can ask for.

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The State of Yi

The meeting with Yi’s governor ended poorly. Even without Kuvira’s report, the smattering of ink dripping from the metal table was indication enough.

After exchanging a few curt words with the young airbending boy, she makes her way back into the train and calls an impromptu Inner Circle meeting. Bolin reluctantly leaves Opal’s side while Baatar joins without hesitation.

The conversation is awkward at best, deeply uncomfortable above all else. Kuvira keeps it together quite well for someone who had been shunned away mere moments ago but you’re certain no one else can see the fire of indignation in her eyes.

“There has to be another way to help them, right?” Bolin insists. “Can’t we just stay another day? If we bring Opal and Kai on board, I bet we could come up with another plan to help these people.”

“You more than anyone should know we cannot afford to waste our time on fruitless negotiations,” Kuvira snaps. “I will not sacrifice the wellbeing of our fellow citizens who are willing to accept our aid for a single governor who refuses to acknowledge the suffering of his people.”

Varrick, Bolin, and Baatar end up falling into a chaotic exchange of potential solutions that very quickly wears Kuvira’s patience thin.

“Enough!” she commands. You watch in silence as everyone freezes and slowly submits to her exasperation. “I have made myself clear. We will wait one day — not an hour earlier or later. If the Governor would rather see his people perish, I will not be held responsible. This meeting is adjourned and I expect no one to leave this train unless expressly informed to do so.”

Everyone nods and promptly makes their way out of the room. You make a move to join them but wait for everyone to get ahead first before sliding the door closed and pivoting back towards Kuvira.

She’s silently fuming — a vein sticks out from over her collar and her hands are woven tightly together behind her back. You imagine she might look composed to others who don’t notice those details but you’ve learned to see past the iron facade she forges around herself.

You fold your hands over Kuvira’s and feel the tension her fists carry, the way it courses all along her arms and bleeds into the rest of her body. Kuvira isn’t known for being a very relaxed person — she’s all hard lines and perfect posture, angled features and unyielding brow.

But this rigidity is different because it’s fueled by ire. Kuvira doesn’t take refusal well and with most of the Empire united, the Governor’s reluctance proves especially inconvenient.

However, she softens into your touch and you start to see her for what she really is, for what she only allows you to see. A woman on the brink of burnout. A leader nonetheless, so close to securing all she has worked towards, but which she has sacrificed too much to achieve.

She unfolds her hands and weaves her fingers into yours, letting her shoulders drop just enough for you to know this is helping to some extent.

And even though it lasts no more than a minute, because suddenly you’re interrupted by the voices of her guards requesting her immediate presence, when she looks at you there’s a softness along the corners of her eyes that hadn’t been there before.

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Zaofu

The army is stationed immediately outside the Zaofu metal domes. Kuvira had left with Bolin and Baatar moments ago to meet with Suyin and hopefully come to an agreement that would eliminate the need for outright combat.

You insisted on joining her, afraid of what she might be subjected to and unable to accept that potential reality. You never knew the Beifong matriarch to resort to violent tactics but her response to Kuvira’s actions led you to believe anything was possible at this point.

Nevertheless, Kuvira had none of it. “I’ll be with Bolin and Baatar — I’ll be safe. I know Suyin. She knows better than to try anything of that nature with our army posted just outside her gates. I promise you I’ll return, unharmed,” she reassured, kissing you once before making her way outside.

You pressed your hands against the window, watching as the three of them grew into small green dots that eventually disappeared past the metal lotus structures. Kuvira was smart, you didn’t doubt that. She could absolutely hold her own. Yet despite her attempts to sway you otherwise, you still found it difficult to accept that Suyin wouldn’t try anything.

So you paced back and forth, sitting and standing, fiddling with your hands and carelessly flipping through papers on your desk until you heard guards murmuring and saw Kuvira’s silhouette making its way toward the tent.

She returns with Bolin and Baatar at her side again and you notice the former appears rather grim. Nevertheless, you’re instantly hit with the searing desire to throw yourself around her, to feel the heat of her blood beneath her skin and the bends of muscle and bone pressing against yours.

She’s here. Obviously she’s okay. But you can’t shake the need to confirm it by feeling her and knowing she’s uninjured.

Bolin starts talking, a nervous edge in every word, asking too many questions that ultimately set Kuvira off. She towers over Bolin, questioning his loyalty to the Empire, to her, and you stand in your corner silently. Baatar watches with an almost smug look on his face and it makes you scowl.

“Both of you are dismissed,” Kuvira says when she steps back. Still thoroughly shaken by the encounter, Bolin stays frozen for a moment before Baatar coughs and they step out of the tent in tense silence.

Kuvira sits down and leans forward so her fingers press against her temples. She sighs frustratedly and tightens her jaw. Even with all that transpired in the past ten minutes, that instinct to hold her close and just feel her doesn’t waver but you know better than to cave into it right now.

She does look up at you and her face has grown haggard with frustration in the span of seconds. It startles you how easily she conceals this side of herself, doing so in a manner that seems so effortless that she has everyone convinced that she really is impenetrable.

Right now, she lets the veneer crumble until all that’s left is an expression so openly cumbered with fatigue it seems to draw you in with arms of its own, tugging you forward until you’re at Kuvira’s side and she’s still looking up at you.

Every possible gesture seems inappropriate. What could you tell her that would offer that reassurance she needs? How can you be sure that’s what she needs at all? She’s being faced with the increasingly likely reality of using brute force to take that which once served as her home.

You don’t know when Kuvira’s cheek presses into your belly but when it does, your arms wrap around her head of their own accord.

Kuvira’s body speaks to yours in a language of gentle touches and unspoken pleas. Naturally, you have come to understand the meaning of each movement and your body responds as such. You hold her close to your body, feeling her head dip into the soft flesh, and smooth her hair over her scalp.

You aren’t sure what’s going to happen next. The Avatar is still gone. Despite Kuvira’s threat, you know Suyin will not acquiesce and there is still the possibility that she will try something horrible to stop Kuvira. And even if you manage to successfully take Zaofu for the Empire, that leaves Republic City.

But with Kuvira’s head cradled in your arms, her cheek dipping into your torso, all of that stops meaning something if only for a moment. Right now you have each other. Most importantly, Kuvira has you. And you’ll figure everything out as you go.

#sour cherry #kuvira/reader #kuvira x reader #kuvira legend of korra #kuvira lok #avatar lok #x reader #reader insert #soft #fluff #soft kuvira #anywayssssss I just wanna love n comfort her ugh

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may i please have head cannons for this scenario and if all three is too much then doing Kars is just ok but what if the pillar men had a secret s/o that was human before they went to 'sleep' and after a few years she had turned herself into a vampire with the masks and when the pillar men are in italy they see her?

WHY HELLO YES DID SOMEBODY SAY PILLAR DADDIES BECAUSE I AM ALWAYS A SLUT FOR SOME PILLAR DADDIES AND POSSIBLY SOME PALEO LOVE HOLY FUCK YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES

- When they met you, at the dawn of the Cro Magnon race, Kars and Eisidisi decided that you were a marvel compared to your simpering tribal members.

- You were considered an abomination, living on the outskirts of your tribe. There was something wrong with you, you could not speak the simple grunting language of either the Cro Magnon or the complex vocalizations of the Neanderthal. Instead you came up with a unique way of speaking, utilizing your hands in a completely unique way that both Kars and Eisidisi were instantly able to decipher.

- They had both been stalking your tribe for quite some time, needing life force to feed their growing babies, and would pick off members of the tribe one by one, not before stopping at your makeshift lean to in order to get to know you.

- You revealed to Kars that you had committed a grave crime: touching the weapons of the hunters was a punishable offense to those the tribe deemed the lowest on the complex system of caste they developed. Thus according to the ancient customs you were cursed with death, and had been living purely on the rudimentary hunting skills you had learned in secret.

- Eisidisi was the first to offer to help you teach to hunt properly. He made use of your complex hand language, and due to the utter silence of your approach you were eventually able to take down large game without the assistance of either Pillar Man.

- You heard many legends of the Pillar Men. Your tribe revered them as malevolent spirits, unable to touch a member that had the protection of the animal spirits. Yet you saw right through that facade, and found them to be far more compassionate and understanding than your so called fellow brethren. Kars and Eisidisi were the ones to approach you with beautiful trinkets unlike any that your tribal artisans could make, and when they explained the significance of them, you were touched.

- Each trinket was a courting gift. They wanted you to be theirs.

- When the tribal hunters saw you steal their intended prey, a mighty wooly mammoth, they immediately jumped to the conclusion that you were the spirit stealing the people and leaving shelled corpses in your wake. But it was all part of a trap. You purposefully terrorized them and used their fear of you against them, leading them to their deaths at the hands of your massive lovers and your new adopted sons.

- You became a mother to both Wamuu and Santana, coddling them and teaching them the complex language you had invented yourself. Both knew you only as their true mother, and have fond memories of your crooked smile and fluttering hands praising them, holding them close to your breast as Kars and Eisidisi sang songs of your brilliance.

- Only once they tried to use the stone mask on you, and it happened at the most inopportune and tragic of moments...

- Not all things last forever. Eventually your trickery of both Cro Magnon and Neanderthal clans caught up to you. You were eventually caught and sentenced to be killed, it happened on an evening that the Pillar Men had taken your sons to feed. You were left in your shared cave, smoking large slabs of aurochs meat for the winter when you were ambushed by both sets of hunters. The Neanderthals had more concise ways of cursing spirits that refused to die, and your death was violent.

- In a fit of desperation, Eisidisi demanded Kars use the mask to resurrect you, but when the mask did nothing to stir you, they both mourned the loss violently.

- Both Neanderthal and Cro Magnon tribes were slaughtered, nearly causing a mass extinction of humanity save for the few that sought to hide from them or offer sacrifices in compensation for the lover that was cruelly slaughtered. Wamuu and Santana felt your absence even as babies, but after a while they stopped wailing during the daylight hours when they realized you weren’t going to come back and soothe them into napping. You became nothing more than a memory, a revered holy figure in their minds that was worshiped like a god as they became older.

- Little did any of them know, when they buried you deep in the cavern that you made into a home, you would rise from the animal skins wrapped around you in a burial shroud, coming out into the moonlight with new found strength. You had only been at the cusp of death when you were bludgeoned by the Neanderthal’s magician, and it had taken you a while for your body to heal and return to life.

- The weak muscles in your mouth were strengthened by the reawakening. You learned to speak throughout the years but not any better than the language you made yourself. Broken by the fact that your mates believed you to be dead, you spent the next thousands of years looking for them desperately. It didn’t take long for you to discover that your power was a weaker form of a Pillar Man’s abilities, and since you lived with and made love to two of them regularly, you knew your limits well and acted accordingly.

- Making your mark wherever you went, as you consumed the ever evolving cro magnon ancestors, you took pity on those who could not fit in with their people, teaching them the language you invented and consuming those who harmed them for energy.

- When you finally overtake Kars, time has moved far too fast for you to comprehend. You’ve had to learn to adapt to the times, and you look far different than he remembered, but he still embraces you tightly and kisses you with the fondness that you’ve been craving for what feels like eons of time.

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