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☕️Soul Story with Your Divine Counterpart ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

A long, long, long time ago, in the harmonic realms of Pure Bliss, there was nothing but Dharma. Bored as whoa from a lack of strife, our Souls began to yearn for Drama. In the theatre of the Universe, Game Masters joined forces to create the most hyper-realistic Game of Polarity—of opposites and contrasts. We were told, we would understand Unity better if we could master Duality.

Divine Pairs were invited for the launch of the Game as the unbreakable bond between them was deemed the most powerful, enough to withstand the chaotic nature of Duality and Polarity. In time, we all jumped into the Game expecting all kinds of immersive experiences of playing knaves and heroes, destroyers and builders, enemies and lovers, et cetera, et cetera.

In the beginning, we played amongst many of our own Kind but eventually met those from other harmonics who had later been invited to the Game, too. In a world of illusions… we were dreaming all kinds of events and adventures with our cosmic avatars, and in time, all kinds of storylines intertwined to weave an even bigger cosmic narrative.

We all played for so long we were beginning to forget our true form. Many of us could no longer recognise each other’s Divine Counterparts. A multitude of shape-shifting had caused a distortion in reconnecting to our Original Memory. The game world had now become a second Reality.

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Pile 1 – Finally, Happily Ever After with You♥︎

MOVIE: Howl’s Moving Castle (2004)

your Home World – Page of Swords

I have a feeling your Home World (at least one of them that is significant in your current stage of soul evolution) was a relatively new world. You’ve come from a civilisation that prized intellectual pursuits more than anything. Your Kind loved to study; you enjoyed improving your environment and society. Researching plants—understanding them and making chemicals and potions with them—was a pastime of your people. You were working to understand your Planet.

Your Home World had many large, expansive libraries of all the things your people had come to learn. Many people loved to visit the library and read and just have fun studying. You were such big-brained folks. There was no school like we know on Earth. There were academies and laboratories for children to partake in research and new inventions. The weather on your Home World was always pleasantly sunny and you could see buildings that are similar to hot houses on Earth. There were gardens and open fields, of course. Vegs and herbs were your main interest and food was aplenty.

People had roles in society but nobody had any semblance of a concept of what we call ‘jobs’ on Earth. People didn’t work for money. People lived with the joy of knowing that they were alive and that the Planet had provided for them. Your people loved the Planet so much—you appreciated and cherished this new world you were beginning to understand. But… this also meant you didn’t have any concept of conflict, power struggle, and war… You didn’t have a military—never crossed your mind the necessity for such a thing.

And so, when warmongering space invaders attacked your Home World you couldn’t protect yourself.

a promise before birth – 4 of Swords Rx

From the moment the space invaders arrived, it was clear that there was no way your civilisation could stand a chance against the enemy’s warships. The imbalance of military power was too overbearing. You didn’t even have an army, not even a fighter. All you could do was try your best to evacuate your people and escape the Planet. Homes and gardens were destroyed and families were torn apart. Friends and lovers calling out names of lost loved ones. Sisters and mothers shielding children and escaping. Brothers and fathers staying behind to buy time.

This horror was etched in your Soul Memory for a long time. Your heartbreak became a default setting when you chose to be born on Earth. As if, you’d forgotten how it feels like to have peace. But you craved it from the deepest unseen well of your subconscious, and at one point in your soul evolution, you prayed to Infinite Intelligence. You prayed that you could be saved from the looping horror of being trapped in the same scenario of sorrows. You had come to resent the Game.

‘Please, salvage my heart from betrayals, isolation and loneliness.’ Infinite Intelligence heard your plea and whispered: ‘If you could remember your Divine Counterpart, they will remember you, too, and you will be calling out for one another. If you could remember your true form, you will remember what your Divine Counterpart feels (looks) like. And all will be fine in all of the worlds again when you meet.’ And you fell back into slumber to find yourself awake on Earth.

finding each other – 5 of Swords Rx

Earth is a world that is just as war-torn as your Home World, if not a lot worse out here. Being born into a world so reminiscent of all your traumas, navigating Life here has not been easy. As if Infinite Intelligence had played a cruel joke on you. But the truth is, Earth is the perfect place for you right now because by being here you resolve your traumas a lot faster than if you had been born somewhere comparatively better. You are in the midst of recovering from bad dreams of lives lost in wars.

Did it cross your mind that your Divine Counterpart has also been doing the same? You’re not alone. You’re working really hard to purify yourself from all of these bad dreams, bad memories, all so you wouldn’t mistakenly destroy each other when you meet. Infinite Intelligence had arranged for you to face your traumas head on so you wouldn’t have to show your ugly healing to each other. That scenario isn’t for you. Isn’t it so graceful?

Although it’s hard to face your challenges feeling like you’re all alone in the wild wide world, trust me, it’s better to have those quarrels and separations with people who mean little. I can hear a soft voice from the aether saying: ‘You’re… the only reason I’m still breathing… We will meet. When I’m good, I can make everything in your world good!’ So confident. So loving, indeed.

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story behind your Union – Gold Physician (Hippocrates)

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Pile 2 – True Calm That Comes Only After the Storms

MOVIE: Grave of the Fireflies & My Neighbor Totoro (both 1988)

your Home World – 8 of Cups

Quite similar to Pile 1, you still carry deep sadness and heavy regrets in your heart that are, truthfully, only remnants of memories from your Home World. Your Home World was quite advanced technologically. Your civilisation depended on the Masculine energy—Yang energy. Societies were run on varying degrees of strictness but the modus operandi was clear: the masculine form and structural ways of running things were favoured.

Obviously, not everybody was happy about that though for a long time, peace was maintained. However, influences from visitors and ambassadors from other civilisations (by comparison they were freer; more fluid) eventually seeped into the consciousness of the main populace, and in time, underground rebellion groups were formed. These alliances were made amongst multiple races of beings that felt they weren’t accepted (or respected enough) by the main races.

Friction began to tear apart the establishment and government officials tried their utmost to crack down dissents. Many went to prison or got killed in the numerous conflicts that were becoming a plague in your Home World. In a last attempt to preserve the codes of freedom, many elders told their young warriors to flee and find refuge in other Worlds that were, hopefully, more balanced in their operation of Yin and Yang.

a promise before birth – 3 of Cups

You left your Home World carrying a promise to come back and make everything better after you’ve learnt enough about the ways of other Worlds. Tears were inevitable but the determination in your heart was solid. You were a new legion of Ambassadors from your own Home World. You didn’t really want to think of yourselves as refugees, after all, many of your Soul Family members were still living alright in your Home World though things were just… a little too unpleasantly unjust.

When you departed your Home World, you created a mirror image of yourself to accompany you across the Multiverse—a divinely ordained Counterpart. This was possible by the grace of the Infinite Intelligence, of course. In the beginning, you went to the same places and learnt similar things. Over time, your understanding of each other’s capabilities became clearer and, with confidence, you decided you would travel separately from now on.

You had this unbreakable bond and an immense capacity for telepathy, so you weren’t the slightest bit worried about losing contact with your Counterpart. You believed that it would be just as easy to call upon each other and reunite as you deemed fit. Alas, your travels brought you to Earth, finally, and things over here were just… slightly over-the-top chaotic for even you to handle. The level of evil on this new World was… NEXT LEVEL.

finding each other – 7 of Pentacles Rx

Crash landing on Earth! Coming here felt like a major accident. Your whole world upside down. The reason being something related to betrayal trauma. To find a World that’s even more polarised than your own; to see a World that operates on the highest level of toxic masculinity; to be in a World this corrupted by its own leaders; needless to say the whole being born thing was traumatising.

The shocks of being born on Earth made it difficult to reconnect with the essence of who you are on a Soul level. Thus you forgot how to contact your Divine Counterpart. You’ve felt like you have so little guidance living Life on Earth. But deep in your psyche, you’ve always known you’re here for something greater than the mundane. You know you don’t belong to this Earth. You’re here on a mission. You want to build something with someone… Someone dear, but you can’t remember.

Can you believe that you and your Divine Counterpart are meant to inspire the dissolution of anger? Yes, this World so deep in the clutches of aggression. You are special Souls who have been ordained to meet on Earth when the time is right to help inspire peace—after all, it is what you seek and Infinite Intelligence is arranging every couple’s rendezvous in the most magnificently mysterious ways. I think your finding each other is just gonna happen naturally by virtue of matching vibrations. So~ Keep focusing on your Life’s mission and just like that~ BOOM! There they are.

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Pile 3 – ‘Kiss You Better; I’m Your Only Other’

MOVIE: Princess Mononoke (1997)

your Home World – 6 of Wands

The Home World that’s currently significant in your soul evolution was a world of glory and magnificence. Your Home World looked nothing like what we know of abundance and celebration on Earth; it was such a rich and happy World. It emanated so much pink, gold, blue, turquoise and soft violet. Back in your Home World, people didn’t even look… humanoid, per se. Your Home World was… fluid. It was a different type of consciousness. Life itself was fluid. Existence was simply flowing with the sweet symphony of the Cosmos.

Your Home World operated on the basis of Love. People were very kind and jolly most of the time. Your people didn’t really understand this whole concept of non-Love. Suffering and terror… what the heck are those? Manipulation and lies… for what? Taking advantage of someone else, murder and theft… but… why? All of those concepts were so foreign yet so fascinating to your people.

When you heard that Earth needed some high-vibe volunteers to ‘raise her vibrations’, actually, not that many people from your Home World were interested LMAO The risks of being separated and forgetting Love sounded not worth a good dime. Your World was so peaceful, loving and fulfilling. But the call from Earth felt a little too urgent! So… Some curious and courageous Souls finally decided to take a test drive. Just a preview. It couldn’t be that bad, you thought.

a promise before birth – King of Wands

With gleeful optimism, you promised people back Home that you would be back with grand stories! Off you and your Soul Mates went to a big academy (on another World) to study and prepare for a reincarnation on Earth. Yup, unlike the other Piles in which they couldn’t help but arrive on Earth, you chose to come here out of genuine curiosity. You were expecting dramatic fun!

You and your Divine Counterpart were giggling with anticipation as you prepared yourselves to dive into the Earth Matrix. You and your Divine Counterpart are powerful Souls; you were confident this Game would be between easy to medium difficulty, although you had been told Earth Game’s level of easy is the equivalent of extra hard anywhere else! Your optimism deafened you to that piece of information🤷🏻‍♀️

You kissed your Divine Counterpart and said, ‘I love you. Let’s find each other quickly in this Game. Let’s have fun and then go back to tell everyone what we’ve seen! It’ll be great!’ Your Divine Counterpart nodded in agreement and waved to all members of your Soul Family and they did the same. With great determination to serve your collective consciousness back Home, you dove into the illusions of Life on Earth🌎

finding each other – 5 of Pentacles

Arriving here, from the moment you were born as a child the world was already chaos. The reality of Earth was too shocking to bear alone. Who would’ve thought the density of Earth would cause you this much pain? Physically, emotionally, psychologically, spiritually, everythingally. You thought, ‘Damn, my training at the academy told me nothing, NOTHING, of this!’ Literally you didn’t expect Earth’s negative polarisation would be THIS fucked up.

For you’ve come from a world of nothing but Love, Life on Earth was soul-shattering to say the least. Many moments you’ve thought it impossible to go back to the frequencies of Love and you became dejected as fuck. But you’ve only forgotten that YOU are Love. You carry the memories of all your collective consciousness that supports your coming here. As long as you tap into this Love deep within yourself, so shall you be reconnected to the essence of who you are on a profound Soul level. There, as well, you will feel the heartbeat of your Divine Counterpart.

For you’ve come from Love, it’s as if your Divine Counterpart had left a piece of their Heart in yours so you never feel alone. You are both a complete whole carrying a piece of each other’s essence everywhere you go—a perfect personification of the Yin-Yang symbolism. You are literally inseparable and have never truly been separated. A piece of your Heart in theirs is always reminding them of their ultimate goal in this incarnation: to find each other, weave stories together, and infuse a piece of yourselves into the collective conscious of Mankind as a token of gratitude—for all the experiences.

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Dp x dc idea 25

Danny is forced to flee when pariah is released. The armor didn’t get done before pariah unleashed his terror. Pariah destroyed everything in his way. Danny was not able to save or protect his family and friends. He is all alone now.

Pariah takes to earth to conquer it. Danny was prepared to keep fighting a lost cause when clockwork appeared. He tells Danny that this isn’t the timeline that was meant to be. As it was the ghost king he was unable to rewind time.

To secure a better future tells Danny he needs to flee and when the time came fight pariah once more. Danny was not gonna listen to this man? Elder?? Child….. whatever it was.

He just gets pushed into a portal. Now he is in the dc universe. He had been forced through as human.

Here he does get questioned by the heros. I mean he did fall out of a green portal and land on earth. All Danny reveals is that he was fighting a tyrant who killed his friends and family and was set in destroying his planet. That some random dude pushed him through the portal.

Danny decided not to reveal he was half ghost or the words the nutjob left him. Danny being able to use his powers as human slowly gets used to them and better at using them. Learning the ghostly wail by watching canary. When his ice core forms he mimics Superman’s ice breath. Watching Martian manhunter helps him with his shapeshifting, invisibility and intangibility.

The heroes definitely think that he has some form of mimicking power. Danny can’t fly as a human tho. So no late night flights. Danny does slip info on who he fought so they have basic anti ecto weapons. Not that they realize it’s specific for ghost.

He’d probs end up with the teen titans given his age. Or maybe a hero snags him 🤷‍♀️.

One day giant hands rip open a portal in the sky and out comes fright knight and a horde of skeletons. Nothing they have works on pariah but keeps the skeletons at bay.

Danny decides this must be what the man was talking about. And for the first time since being here transforms.

JLD is here at this point and just is like you didn’t think it was important to tell us it was the fricken ghost king or the fact your a halfa. Danny just says nope.

Will Danny get a lecture. Most likely. Does he win. Yes. Did he become ghost king. Also yes.

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kinktober day 14- bondage

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Anakin Skywalker was no longer the man you knew. He was a great warrior, a general, an upstanding person, a kind soul, a Jedi, and most importantly, a friend. He was never meant to be a mechanical killing machine for Darth Sidious to lead around on a leash.

You managed to escape the violence of Order 66, though not without sustaining injuries of your own. For months after the massacre you saw visions of Anakin with orange glowing eyes in your dreams. The screams of children could be heard in the background. You were haunted.

You know some of the other Jedi escaped, though you don't know who or where they went. Being a Jedi is a death sentence these days, so it's better to lay low and not know anything more than absolutely necessary.

Unfortunately, laying low on an outer rim planet where you live off the grid on your own little farm isn't low enough for the Empire. You returned from the forest with a basket of berries and mushrooms to add to your stockpile when you found your house burning, your animals slaughtered, and Darth Vader himself standing among the flames.

After seeing the brutal events of Order 66, you took not being killed on sight as a blessing. The stormtroopers surrounded you, grabbing your arms and forcing you to your knees before Vader. The dark mask was expressionless, but the tilt of his head to the side made you feel like a wounded animal he was about to put down.

"Take them to the ship," he said in a modulated voice. He sounded nothing like the man you knew.

You were hauled aboard the massive ship that they carelessly landed in a field of wild flowers. It was almost poetic how this hunk of machine destroyed something natural and beautiful.

Once the hatch of the ship closed, you accepted that your fate was sealed. You were brought to a cell in the bowels of the ship and abandoned, left with your own thoughts and restricted by force-blocking cuffs.

You were alone for hours until someone came by. You heard the sound of heavy boots banging against the metal grate floor, but it wasn't until you heard the heavy breathing that you turned your attention towards the intruder.

"Jedi," he says as a form of greeting.

You glare at him through the bars of your cell. "Vader."

He says nothing more. He only stands there, emotionless and unmoving. Anakin must have learned patience through his transformation, because the man you knew hated silence.

"Why am I still alive?" you ask. You'd rather be dead than be taken prisoner and be forced to work for the Empire. "You killed all the others. Why not me?"

"He wants you," Vader says crypticly.

"Who does?" you ask.

"Your friend," he says.

Anakin. He's in there somewhere, obviously, and he wants to save you. Maybe this is his way of making up for his atrocities, by making right with you. It could never be enough, but it comforts you to know the monster before you isn't entirely evil.

The door to your cell slides open and Vader steps in, looking like a giant as he towers over your slumped form on the floor. You look up at him but you can't get a read on him. The cuffs block any force sensitivity so you can't even feel him. The door shuts behind him, trapping you in a small box with the face of evil.

"He cares for you," Vader says. "He wants to protect you." It warms your heart in a weird way to hear him say that. "But you are insignificant to me."

Vader reaches down and grabs you by the roots of your hair. He tugs harshly until your scrambling to find your footing and stand so he doesn't rip out your hair.

He dwarfs you. You never noticed how large he was until you were face to face, mere inches apart.

Vader pushes you back roughly, sending you slamming into the wall. Your body crushes your arms that are bound behind your back and you whimper in pain.

"He will watch me destroy you," Vader says as he advances, crowding you against the wall.

He brings his hand down to the waistband of your pants and tugs, effortlessly ripping them off. Your underwear receive the same treatment, though the pull on your skin is painful.

He kicks your legs apart with his boots. The heavy, hard material on your exposed ankles hurts like a bitch, but there's nothing you can do about it other than scream.

Vader shoves his gloved hand between your thighs and carelessly invades your cunt with his thick fingers. You cry out in pain, beg him to stop and for someone to help, but you know it's useless. Everyone here does Vader's bidding, and disobeying their lord is an instant death sentence.

He grows tired of your crying, so he shuts you up by restricting your throat with the force. You have enough air to breathe, but not enough to speak.

You look into the blank helmet with teary eyes, hoping that somehow you can connect with Anakin. You know he's in there, you just have to bring him out.

Vader's fingers split you open painfully. You don't know what he has underneath the suit, but you fear that it will be even worse than the treatment being done to you now. When he pulls his hand away, your creamy juices coat the black glove.

He grabs your jaw and squeezes hard, forcing you to open your mouth. He shoves the wet fingers inside for you to clean, tasting yourself off of them. It's disgusting and degrading, but you're helpless to resist.

When he pulls his fingers out, his glove glistens with your spit. A string of it connects your lip to his glove and when it breaks, it falls against your chin.

Vader drops his hand and you're left staring up at him. The panel of his chest presses against yours uncomfortably, digging into you. You're legs are shaking, not from pleasure but from a mix of fear and the ache in your pussy.

Vader then grabs you by the shoulder and pushes you down, sending you sprawling onto the metal floor. He turns his back to you and the door opens again. Wordlessly, he leaves you alone once again, his heavy boots echoing down the corridor.

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c0smoshit · 9 months

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Hun, I just saw your post about my request being posted earlier! Don't worry about it! Take all the time you need and I want you to enjoy it as much as you can! I know you'll do amazing, and it'll be worth the wait! I am so sorry Tymblr has been a bitch

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⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/Reader

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ Cloud's been having some horrific dreams lately

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ angst!, fluff too, traumas, nightmares, slight harrasment from a drunk guy, visions, voices, not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ Sorry for the inactivity and tumblr being a bitch :(( But anyways, enjoy this mess 🫶😭

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 4.462

« Red »

The colour his mind pictured when he started hearing things, seeing them. His head spinned and hurt, closing his eyes tightly while strange voices filled his mind.

He didn't know where they came from or why they did it, but he was so tired of them.

At first it didn't happen really often, it all started when he stepped on that polluted city. It caused him such a weird and sad feeling, Midgar, the city that was supposed to be such an advance in technology, bringing fresh and huge mako reactors to create those little colorful pearls everyone seemed to want.

But it was all bullshit, they were destroying the planet, milking every mako drop out of it. It got to a point were people couldn't even see the daylight from the slums, greeted by hours and hours of darkness and emptiness.

His mind often circled around how lifeless the faces of the people were, matched with the depressing sight of the metallic buildings and playgrounds. The only natural light that beamed through the endless sandy paths were the children, bringing honest giggles and big jovial grins to the world.

How would it feel to be a kid again?

Nostalgia rested deep inside him, he mourned those years, when it all felt right and real.

Long walks along the little village with his mother, longer ones in the mountains by the back of his house.

Breathe clean air, sleeping with the sound of the air hitting the slope of the mountains with persistence.

His mother caressing his hair as he told her not to ruffle it up

"Learning" how to be a SOLDIER by himself.

He reminisces about his loneliness too, he constantly looked foward to what Tifa's friends were up to.

Although he didn't really fit with anyone on Nibelheim besides Tifa, he was happy and he had dreams. Dreams that were soon sliced by a huge Masamune.

No matter how hard his subconciousness, driven by the silhouette of SOLDIERS and Sephiroth, tried to tell him that those kids were inferior to him, they seemed to be so joyful and honestly happy.

And he just... was there.

Those were the happiest years he had ever looked back on, and now they just remained as memories.

But time appeared to exacerbate those imminent dark nights.

People would frequently put him as a companionless guy, one of many who enjoyed the silent strides of their own feet. And he was, he loved being alone, not with his mind.

He had become accustomed to being alone, he always had been a solitary person and that's all he knew.

His mind roved around his past, his memories, and he often found himself trying to decipher if they were real or just some images that this new voice had placed deeply inside his psyche.

Maybe that was the reason he actually likes spending time with the group, not really the fact that he got to be with them but the comfort of the voices being subdued by them. Even if it just lasted some hours.

Midgar had a dark aura around it that he only seemed to discern. And it got worse and worse, scarlet painted memories of the ones he couldn't protect.

He was tired, tired of it all.

Tired of fighting only to be compensated with grief and regret.

Tired of taking care of everyone, as cruel as it sounded.

Tired of seeing him everywhere, even on the safety of your arms.

The man, if he even deserved that name, who took his life away savagely, his dreams and his trust for him. The day he remembers the most, yet so vaguely, a chaos of blurred ( burnt ) out images inside his messed up brain.

The years had taken away decades of sanity that should still remain inside him.

And hundreds of hours of sleep too.

His body sometimes walked itself out of his makeshift appartment Tifa had lent him, governed by the need of "fresh" air. Nonetheless they were just mere excuses for the fear he felt, knowing that he had to sleep that night with his own thoughts.

He saw you once, streets painted with the caliginosity of the moon, you looked calm as you feet dragged you through the solid metal walls.

He pondered about going and talk to you, but he opted to just watch you fade away into the dead of night. Kind of creepy, he thought, but he didn't want to disturb your peace.

But the metal clank of his comically large sword, resting heavily on his back almost exposed him. Two confused glowing orbs looked around, trying to decipher what they just heard. However they eventually calmed themselves down and continued their enigmatic pace.

He let out a sigh of relief he wasn't aware was holding, lowering the rapid gloved hand that tried to stop the movement of his sword from the handle.

Before he decided that he should leave you alone, something sparkled inside him, something was wrong.

He resumed his steps and before he even had a chance to think, some strange man approached you. Maybe you had a boyfriend he didn't know about?

That option was quickly discarded as your face scrunched up in disgust for a brief moment before you smiled at the man, telling him something. Something he didn't seem really excited about as he slurred some words out of his mouth while closing the distance between the both of you.

His forbearance soon emptied itself, he couldn't bear seeing you like this for another minute. He was aware you knew how to manage yourself in fights and this wouldn't be the first time your shin ended on some guy's crotch.

But everytime something like this occurs, you try to be as polite as you posibly can, not wanting the situation to escalate to a higher problem. Muttering some

"I'm fine thank you"

Your hands crossed in front of your chest, tugging tightly your own shirt as you tried to walk away. But the weird guy got even closer to you, smiling as if he was proud of winning a medal, trying to cage you into the wall.

"Aww cmon, I just wanna have some fun tonight"

His disgusting drunken reek filled your poor nostrils, god why couldn't he just walk away or something?

"You don't want to have some fun?"

You were forced to stop dead on your tracks as his hand launched itself, hitting the wall besides you, ending up at your eye level.

"Hey-"

Your eyes widened in horror as he came closer to your face, whispering something into your ear that your mind couldn't process, as the only thing that popped up instead was the image of your fist fitting so good into his cheekbone.

The hand that grabbed your waist was your last straw, but before you could land a decent blow into the man's face something stopped you. Well, rather someone.

Some signature light blonde locks followed by a stoic and quite angry expression appeared behind the guy, his thin lips parted, words fell out of them full of irritation.

"Mind your own bussiness, freak"

A scoff was heard but it was soon replaced by a leather sound, the yank of someone's jacket followed by the loud sound of a body hitting the ground.

The man quickly got himself up, dusting off his clothes and when he was ready to make some comments about the appearance of the one who had taken him down, he decided to shut his mouth as his eyes travelled to the weapon he was wearing.

That and his intimidating appearance, the moon casting it's light into his back so his face was dark enough not to reveal his features, but not his piercing mako eyes.

Eyes that stared down at him with the most disgusting look he had ever seen on anyone's face before.

And in spite of the fact that Cloud wasn't that intimidating like Barret could be, his actions made his whole facade darker. He wasn't a tall and beefy guy, but he was strong.

Just by one movement of his sword he could slice a motorbike in half, his dexterity with blades was what made him feared.

And yet he was also good in close battles, clear agility as he moved through both the battlefield and the hits that were thrown at him. That and his quick thinking and last minute dodges he offered too.

The man had already vanished into the rumbling engines that worked overnight, fused with the quiet chatter of the souls who worked late. You sighed out in harmony with his grip softening on the handle of his sword once again.

You had so many questions that needed to be answered right now, the louder one asking how come he was here tonight?

The night ended with him taking you back home, telling you that you should be more careful, gaining a frow of your brows and you saying something about how you could protect yourself.

And he knew that, he had seen you fight with him, taking down enemies that he was too slow to see. But he still wanted to take a look after you, make sure nobody harmed you in any ways.

He wanted to be there the way you were there for him.

« Blue »

The way his visions were tinted like, navy blue mixed with some undertones of green.

They were the worst part of all this madness he was enduring.

They caused him headaches and the feeling of disorientation, and he absolutely despised being lost. He didn't even know who he was or why he was here, his mind was the worst puzzle he had to ever go through.

However, that wasn't the darkest thing about it.

The visions felt so real, vivid images flashing through his mind like a high speed train, travelling through all his senses and flooding them.

He could see everything and no matter how hard he tried to squeeze his eyes shut, his own brain forced them open.

He could hear the cries and wailings for mercy, sometimes for help, his help.

He could touch, but everything was so far away yet so close to him.

He could taste the bitter-sweet savour of guilt.

The rancid smell of sadness.

The only sound that brought comfort to him, as it being a signal that he was still alive, ceased it's rythmic pumping. A looming mist spreading from his stomach to the rest of his body, fueling his nerves.

He could sense that they either were years appart from his timeline or mere minutes away.

But the conclusions all ended up in the same alleyway, they were going to happen.

Something deep inside whispered into his pierced ear that he couldn't do anything about them, that they weren't just some visions inside his head.

And they frightened him, watching from an imaginary seat how his friends died, how the planet was destroyed, his face.

As a result from this, his head became a cage that no matter how hard he tried to break the iron bars with his naked hands, he was too weak to do so. He just wanted liberty.

That cage multiplied at least ten times the feeling of claustrophobia the aura of the city gave him.

"No!"

A heartrending cry ringed painfully through his ears, loud enough to make them feel as if they were about to bleed.

His eyes were closed but he didn't want them open either way, the ground felt cold even with his boots on.

"Please don't"

The agonizing voice didn't die down like he was waiting for, instead it increased it's volume, almost as if it wanted for him to look up and see what was going on.

And eventually, he did.

His eyes searched for the voice ( for you ), eyes falling on the hand that was clutching for dear life a metal structure.

He recognized the place right away, the lukewarm temperature envolving the gears and his body, the mustiness that filled up his nose. He was inside a reactor.

Faint lights gloomed upon his clothes as his feet dragged him through the grilles, his back felt empty. He didn't have the soothing weight of his weapon, feeling vulnerable to whoever wanted to fight him.

"Please, Cloud"

That did it for him, it was unmistakably you.

Your sweet and sometimes monotone tone was gone, blatantly swapped with a much more startled and uneasy one. Your hands were the only thing visible for him to see right now, the image of your body suspended in the air already present inside his brain.

He didn't know why but a memory of your hand touching his flooded his mind, he liked the softness of them, he wished he didn't had gloves on.

The more intense your cries became, the more he wanted to scream back at you, tell you that he was there, that you were going to be fine.

But nothing came out of his mouth

He kneeled down in front of you, finally able to see your face. But he didn't like the way you were sweating, how your eyes widened in horror as you looked back at him. He wanted to see your features soften, to hear your laugh, your voice telling him not to overwork himself.

The abyss consumed him, what seemed like miles and miles of hollowness and darkness bellow you.

Your left hand slipped off the edge with a yelp, you were slowly sinking down and he wasn't going to let you do so. His hand grabbed the one that was still gripping the platform, clutching it tightly.

He wouldn't let you slip off that easily.

Your quivering voice was the only sound that could deafen the roar of the engines around the both of you. Although you were visibly sweating, your hand felt cold under the thin layer of his black gloves.

An invisible rock attached to your feet by a thick rope made you feel heavier than before, gradually dragging you lower and lower from his grasp.

He couldn't even let out grunts or sighs out of his mouth, he wanted to tell you to hold on, just a bit more and you were going to be safe with him once again.

He tried to lift you up, but you didn't budge. His body tensed up and he was becoming more and more impatient.

By the time your hand finally gave up on him, he was laying face down on the ground, his feet stopping him from falling down with you.

"I'm sorry"

A tear slipped from your tired eyes, your body dissapearing into the void with the saddest smile he had ever seen on your face. He didn't want to ever see that expression again, he wanted you to smile brightly, not fade out lights with it.

And why were you apologizing? He should be the one to do so, he was unable to save you. You should be here with him now, enveloping your loving arms around him while you thanked him.

He felt his heart being crushed down, he wouldn't be able to feel you pat his shoulder in a reassuring way whenever he had to fight someone again, your hands dusting off his clothes after a long mission.

He wanted to cry, to scream, to kill someone.

But his mouth was sealed shut, his hands trembled but no tears seemed to stain his cheeks. His heart pumped harshly inside his chest and as if someone were tugging his hair, his head hurt.

And when he closed his eyes, they were opened again.

But he wasn't met with cramped, massive iron walls around him, he was met with his unfurnished blank wall.

Thank god, he thought.

His sheet was between his legs and the floor, a cotton waterfall on the side rail of the bed. His shirt was ridden up above his belly button, the moon was still up in the sky staring at him with a motionless facade. And he could've sworn it was mocking him.

He had sat up abruptly, letting out a screech he wanted to let out for a while now, reverberating from his chest and into the small room. He tried to calm his breathing, his hands clutched the matress bellow him.

His hair was messier than it usually was, he stared at the closed window and into the incessant lightless sky.

For the first time in his life he was pleased to see those streets again.

That took place about week ago and of course he didn't tell anyone. He didn't want to pile more stress and worry on the shoulders of the group.

On the outside, his demeanour didn't change a bit. Well, not for the ones who didn't know him.

His subtle tiredness and grumpiness was cristal clear for you to notice. His patience died down sooner than before and his irascibility when he was fighting someone was what exposed him.

And if his answers were dry and short they basically were nonexistent now.

But he had a thick skull and no matter how many times you asked him—

"Is everything alright?"

His head turned around to see you, a confused frown rested on his face. Had he done anything weird?

—he didn't seem to answer you.

He then shook his head and his hand, silently telling you that he was fine. But you stopped yourself before asking him a second time, you didn't want to be a nuisance either way.

You were walking next to him a few meters away from the group in front of you. They walked back to Seventh heaven, but you purposedly abandoned your talk to walk with Cloud instead.

And he didn't seem bothered by it, he appreciated the way you cared about him, but he couldn't tell you what was happening, not now.

He didn't dare to look at you, he knew if he did so, flashes of his prior dreams would engulf his mind.

Sooner or later he did, throbbing guilt crossed painfully his mind when he did so. He saw blue in your eyes.

An ocean emerged in front of his eyes, submerging your face and then your clothes, coalesced with a big meadow of beatiful grown grass that enveloped your features.

He could've found this view incredibly magestic if it wasn't for the fact that he knew what was about to happen.

He didn't- He couldn't take it anymore.

His skull appeared to be thicker inside his skin, crushing down his brain. His hands swiftly made contact with his forehead, eyes closed shut and avoiding to see anything.

Whispers and sometimes yells echoed through the dim alleyway, his knees bucking as he supported himself on the wall.

His eyes achingly opened up again, his hands grasped something that was too soft to be a stone wall, he saw your face.

"Please don't- Please don't go"

"to the reactor..."

Your soft voice with some hints of sleepiness reached his eardrums, was he dreaming?

A question he found himself asking a lot lately, not knowing how to discern between reality and a vision or a dream.

He hesitated to open his eyes once again, his headache had dissapeared but his eyelids felt heavier than before.

When was before?

He saw your face, but you weren't staring at him back. Subsequently your hands stroked his hair tenderly, a touch he would love to die for.

You were humming softly, his mother did that a lot when she was cleaning him up and tucking him before sleep.

He wanted to admire your beauty for just a little while, the moon stared at him once again, but this time he was the one who laughed at it.

Your soft skin, your hair released from the confines of your hair tie, your lips, your eyelashes that batted so cutely whenever you saw an animal, your nose.

You were from another dimension.

And he melted right away after you noticed that he was awake, your smile being the first thing that came into his vision. The loss of warmth on his blonde locks made him a bit mad.

That was when he noticed where he was laying on, your legs. Blood rushed to his cheeks, creating a slight blush on his pale skin. But he shrugged his thoughts fast enough for you not to notice his weakness.

He wished that whenever he had a nightmare or a crude vision your thighs would be there to craddle his head.

He didn't know why he was here but he didn't want to hear the answer too, he was more than happy to be there either way.

He knew he could speak right now, but he didn't have anything to say. Your hand falling down into his cheek followed with a kind look on your lips was what kept him silent.

And the words that fell from them were the only reason he was still fighting Shinra, fighting with you, for you, to hear them again and again.

He didn't demand poetic phrases for him to melt on spot, just by hearing the most simple reassuring worss fall from your lips was more than enough for him.

"I'm here for you "

He spent the rest of the night curled up like a ball on top of your legs, hearing your honeyed words deliciously filling his ears repeatedly.

He wouldn't tell you why he had passed out on top of you, why had he pushed you to the wall in front of the group as he anxiously warned you.

And he ceirtantly wouldn't tell you about how his dream of you walking alone in an alleyway was the reason his body walked itself out of his appartment.

The softness of your skin wasn't there anymore it was replaced by your cozy pillow, but it wasn't enough for him.

Dawn's first light entered through your closed window, hitting his face. He had slept without any worries for the first time in weeks, drowned in your touch.

He wanted to thank you, he only had spent a night with you and you had managed to clear his mind from any racing thoughts. His head craved for your touch, his arms and his hands too.

He looked down and he saw his usual clothes, but now they smelled like you.

But you weren't there, he looked around and he took advatange of the quiet dawn to see your room. It was the same size as his own one, but it was definitely prettier than his.

Clean sheets deliciously wrapped around his body that fell down onto his legs when he sat up on the bed, your bed. Cute posters and images about some cats, family and friends laying around on your desk or hanging on the wall.

He rubbed his somnolent eyes before getting off the bed with a swift move, laying on his feet. He noticed that they were lighter than before and when he looked down, he wasn't wearing his boots anymore. You had taken the time to take them off before getting him inside your bed, a small smile formed on his lips at the thought.

His head pekeed through your door as he opened it as quietly as he could, it was still pretty early so he didn't want to wake you up if you were still around.

Without the huge piece of metal behind his back he was pretty quiet, so he used that on his advantage.

His feet guided him until he reached what seemed to be like your living room, it was the same like your bedroom. It was a copy of his own one but much cozier.

But he didn't have time to look around like he did with your room, you were a much more pleasant sight to see. He walked silently until he was right next to your sleeping form.

The first thing that crossed his mind was how gorgerous you were like this, comfy and relaxed under the spell of sleepiness. Your rythmic slow-paced breaths, they reminded him of the sea.

However, he immediately felt bad for stealing your bed, he noticed the way you were curled up on the small couch, your back was probably going to kill you when you woke up.

So without any second thought, his left hand wrapped itself bellow your knees while his right one simultaneously enveloped your back. He gently lifted you up in his arms, your head lolling to the side until it met his shoulder, your temple resting next to his chest.

He wasn't going to lie to himself, he sometimes daydreamed about carrying you like this, how would it feel. Your sweet "thank you"'s echoed inside his head when he lifted your harmed form after a cruel battle, your arms hugging his neck.

A few minutes passed and he thanked his hard training for being able to hold you like this for a long while.

Your body shivered, right, you didn't seem to have a spare blanket other than the one in your bed. So he pressed his body closer to yours, trying to warm you up.

He knows he's already called you pretty and gorgerous over ten times now, but god, he needed to remark it. And right now you looked as cute as those cats you seemed to love, unconciously hiding your face on his chest with a long sigh.

He marched back into your room and he noticed that his buster sword was resting on the right wall of the living room, next to his boots.

The more he noticed those little details, the more he wanted to hold you close to him.

But when he finally reached your room after an agonizing ( purposely ) slow pace, it was time for you to properly rest.

So he placed you on top of your mattress, heart fluttering when he saw your little stretch on the bed. He enveloped your body with your blanket, mimicking your pleasured smile when he did so.

If only time could stop right now

He closed the curtains so the light didn't disturb your well deserved sleep like it did to him and then he sat down next to your bed.

Thankful for having a cure for his illnesses.

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How Like A Winter Your Absence Has Been, What Freezings Have I Felt | Loki x Asgardian!Reader

Learning that Asgard has been destroyed you follow the Asgardians to Midgard, crash landing in a Norweigian forest. When Loki is sent to collect you old hurts are raised, new hurts are healed and an understanding is found.

Warnings: soppy snow based shinanigans, sort of friends to lovers with an enemies to lovers vibe, hurt/comfort, reader is hurt and needs stitches. Kissinngggg.

Loki calls reader 'Vennen' which is a term of endearment, between friends and lovers, but can be seen as patronising in the wrong tone or context.

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The sullen silence filling the cabin of the car weighed heavy on Loki’s shoulders. It’d been years since you’d seen each other, before Ragnarok, before Odin had left Asgard. Years. And yet the familiar awkwardness of your presence still ate at him.

In the passenger seat you fidgeted. Frustrated that your return had ended like this, helpless in a Norwegian forest you’d never visited, returning to a home you’d never seen. News had travelled slowly across the galaxies, but as soon as you’d heard that Asgard had fallen you’d been trying to return. Your ship had fought you all the way, trying to set a course to a world that existed only as errant space dust and you’d floated there, fighting off the creatures that crawled among its ruins, until you’d received word of a new settlement, here on Midgard.

It hadn’t surprised you, both brothers had always been obsessed with the place and, driving through the night, flashes of snow carved out of the darkness by the moon, you could understand why. Norway was a beautiful land.

“So, you still can’t pilot your ship.” Loki’s voice cut through the silence and you huffed in response.

“I’m not the one who blew up a planet. It’s not built for landing in Midgard’s atmosphere, how was I to know it’d start burning up.” You looked out of the window, how dare he make jokes about Ragnarok, how dare he.

“I doubt the builders will be able to salvage it.”

“I don’t care, leave me alone.”

It was Loki’s turn to huff out a laugh, “you intend to walk back to New Asgard, vennen? Be our guest, I care not.”

He slowed down as the endless skies opened and a new flurry of snow swirled around the car.

If he could’ve chosen a way to spend a cold, snowy night before Solstice Loki would’ve chosen reading by the fire or drinking with Val and Thor. Maybe even an evening’s walk on the cliffs. He certainly would not have taken Thor’s Avenger’s issue Land Rover to trawl through miles of empty forest, but looking for you, that was a task that he had felt was his and his alone. So why was spending this much time alone together, in a confined space, when you hadn’t seen each other for eons, making his skin feel tight.

“Then why did you come?”

“Because despite Thor’s abdication I still owe a duty to my people, I would never leave an Asgardian stranded.” He kept his eyes on the road ahead, he knew if he turned you’d be looking at him with those beautiful eyes, studying him in that way that always made him nervous, and his eyes twinkled at the thought of you rattled. “Besides, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease you mercilessly while you have no escape.” He chuckled, but stopped abruptly when you made a noncommittal noise in return and turned back to your window, sliding a hand into your jacket. .

The car jostled again, wheels catching in the patchy road. You’d been able to land your ship well enough outside of New Asgard to not hurt anyone, somewhere in the vastness of the forest, but it had been a bumpy landing after a harrowing few weeks free falling through the devastation of your home. You were in no mood for teasing, even if you had missed that glint in Loki’s eye, the way his smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. It had been too long to dwell on that now, you were here to settle with the rest of your people and that was the extent of it. It was nothing to do with Loki at all.

Another noise escaped your lips as the road took a sharp turn and this time Loki noticed, turning his head slightly, you refused to think about the way the upturned collar of his coat emphasised the sharpness of his cheekbones. Why would you care about such a thing anyway?

“Are you injured, vennen?”

“No.”

“Are you certain, you made a noise?”

“Do you not think me capable of assessing my own bodily needs?” You snapped, digging your fingernails into your palms in an effort to stave off the groaning pain in your side.

“As you wish.” He sighed, holding a hand up as if in surrender and turning his eyes back to the road, now turning this way and that as it made its way back down the mountainside. At each turn the wheels of the car span in the mud and snow caked along the side of the road, and each time you stifled your pain.

The road evened out again and Loki put his foot down, slush and snow spraying up the sides of the 4 x 4 as he sped through the night.

“Careful, Loki, we’ll -” your warning was cut short, the back two wheels fishtailed, dragging the car across the road in a wide circle before coming to a stop. Loki hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand.

“By the norns, this infernal fucking machine!” He griped.

“I told you to - “

“Yes, yes.” He lowered his forehead to the wheel and took a deep breath. “Let me inspect it.”

He opened the door, bracing against the gust of wind whipping up the open path the road made through the otherwise dense forest. The door closed with such finality that for a moment you were alone again, suspended in the debris of a former life and wishing for home. You couldn’t take the silence and, though your skin stretched painfully around your injuries, you opened your door too.

Loki ran his fingers through his hair, leaving the long dark waves spiked and tangled to be played with by the wind. There was a huge patch of ice in the middle of the road leading back up the mountain. He placed one hand on the back window to steady himself, his mind reeling, he could’ve hurt you. In his haste to get back to the village he could’ve hurt you.

The slamming of the door echoed through the trees and he looked up to see you shivering in the snow. You were dressed for space, not for Norway, fitted leather leggings and tunic hugging every familiar curve of your body, he only had to glance at you to remember the feel of you when you’d last sparred in Asgard, your waist corseted beneath his palms, the beat of your heart so close to his, your breath, ghosting over his lips before you’d pulled away abruptly and left him lying there in the dirt.

Your only sensible clothes were your boots, heavy and solid, and your jacket, padded and warm against the cold of your spaceship, but not the biting ice of a Norwegian winter.

Loki looked away, the car wasn’t buried in the snow or stuck in the mud, it would be fine with a shove. But when he looked up you had gone, your footprints leading to the edge of the forest.

He followed, concerned, despite your warrior training. Loki breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you brushing snow from the needles of a fir tree, pressing the flakes into a small ball. His mouth lifted at the corner, so it was going to be snowballs, he could play that game. Loki’s magic shimmered as he gathered snow into a perfectly formed sedir built snowball, but paused. Instead of turning and throwing it, as he expected, you lifted the ice to your face, wincing. His hand opened and the snowball fell to the permafrost with a dull thud.

“Loki,” you looked surprised, dropping your ice as well and wiping your face with the sleeve of your jacket.

“What happened to your face? Why are you icing it?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing. Can we leave? Is this thing broken? The carar?” You eyed it warily and it occurred to Loki that despite all your time travelling in space, you’d never actually been to Midgard. “It doesn’t appear to be very sturdy considering the conditions.”

“The car,” he smiled, “is fine. Your chariot awaits, my lady.” He opened the door and you allowed him to help you back into the passenger seat, if only to hide your other injuries.

Loki kicked the snow from the tires and used a gust of magic to blow the snow from the solid mud beneath before returning to the car.

“I have become accustomed to the ways of this planet over many years and I forget that for you, this is your first visit.” he said, quietly, as soon as the road evened out again,

Loki never took his eyes from the road, but you saw the subtle twitch in his jaw, knew the movement all too well, he couldn’t say sorry, but he would admit his faults in his own way and hope that you forgave him.

“Everything is new here.” You answered, quietly, an acceptance of his statement, no acknowledgement of his apology.

The next bend was more gentle and Loki took the angle slowly, but you still hissed, biting your lip to hide the pain.

“You have hurt yourself.”

“It’s nothing.”

“If it were nothing, you would be silent.” Loki raised an eyebrow, peering ahead into the dark night and spotting a gravelled area away from the road with a picnic bench, bin and parking space.

He’d spotted it on the way out too, there’d been a few cars parked there with their headlights on, a group of friends in huge coats and hats sharing a flask of something steaming hot and toasting each other. Now, in the darkness, there was none of the warmth of their gathering left, but at least there was a quiet.

Loki put his arm over the back of your seat, his palm flat on the wheel as he reversed the Land Rover into the middle space, and you pressed your knees together at the memory of his hands on the tiller of the flying faerings as you raced them between the pillars of the bridges on Asgard. He had the same easy grace, his fingers dancing on the metal as they did over the leather of the wheel. You squeezed harder, ignoring that same building of fire and need you’d experience then as well. This was nothing, there was nothing, between the two of you. He had been sent as a courtesy, you had arrived because you had nowhere else to go.

“Let me look.” He ordered, removing his seat belt and pushing his seat back so he could turn to face you properly.

“No, it’s under my shirt.” You protested, pressing your hand harder into your rib. “Besides, it’s probably just broken. I’ll bandage it when you take me to my lodgings.”

“Move your hand.” His voice had dropped slightly, more akin to the Princely demands you were used to him making, his eyes were dark, the sharp angle of his cheekbones picked out by the harsh interior light.

“You can’t order me about, Loki, you’re not in charge here.”

“I am still concerned, please, let me see.” Those dark eyes softened, and he reached his hand out to pull your jacket away from your body. Between your fingers the soft brown and bronze of your tunic had turned maroon, the bloom of blood soaking through like watercolour. “You’re bleeding.” His eyes roved from the poppy shaped stain emerging from beneath your fingers to your face. “You’re bleeding and you kept this from me.”

“It’s nothing, I’ll fix it later.”

“It’s not nothing, please let me help you.” He tugged on your sticky fingers, the residue of your blood staining his own long digits and for a moment you allowed his hand to hold your own and then -

“I don’t need your help,” you snatched it back.

“Please, let me -”

“No.”

“I can fix it for you, I can help.”

“I don’t need your help, Loki. I don’t - I don’t need it, I learned to live without you.” You stormed, tugging your coat back around you to hide the evidence of your injury. Even facing the window you could see his stunned face behind you, reflected in the darkness beyond.

“You learned to live without me?” Loki sighed, his shoulders sagging under the weight of your words. “Vennen -”

“Don’t call me that, don’t call me that when you know we are not friends, I am nothing to you and -”

Loki reached across the centre console of the car to touch your shoulder but you flinched, eyes staring out at the road again, unable to look at Loki or his reflection.

“How can you say that?” Loki withdrew again, brows furrowed, “how could you think you are nothing to me?”

“Where were you?” You rounded on him, “where were you that was so much more amusing than being with us, I thought you dead and gone, I thought you buried on some fearful planet far from Valhalla for all eternity, I thought I would never see you again in this life or the next and - and - and you have the audacity to collect me like some lost thing on this planet and expect me to fall in step beside you as always, well. No more. No more, Loki. I don’t need you. Take me to see the King and leave me there as you always do.” Tears spilled over your cheeks, dropping in heavy splashes on your hands as you bent to hide your angry sobbing. But the movement only caused further pain, blood spilling from under your tunic onto your lap.

In a moment Loki was by your side, the car door open and his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest as he carried you to the back of the vehicle. He set you down gently, opening the door at the back and sitting you on the open ledge.

“I must tend to this wound now, before it gets worse. They don’t have the same technology here yet, our doctors -” he paused, swallowing down the guilt that he couldn’t have saved more of his people during Ragnarok and quashed the feeling for another day, “we are short on doctors, should something happen to the wound -” he trailed off, opening a small green box that had been hooked onto the door.

He warred with himself, fighting down the urge to defend all that he’d done, the pain it had caused him to leave his friends and family for so long.

“Fine.” You conceded and pulled your tunic up as high as you could, revealing the large gash in your side. Norns, it was worse than you’d thought, curving around your side, over a rib or two and down towards the top of your trousers.

Loki’s touch was gentle as he mopped up the blood, wringing the cloth clean with his magic until he could see each side of the cut clearly. Every touch made goosebumps erupt on your skin, the tingle of his magic mixing with the softness of his touch, the warmth of his fingers.

“What happened to you?”

“I told you, my ship is supposed to stay in space, it’s not supposed to enter the atmosphere.”

It had begun burning up on entry, flames licking up the sides of the small craft and you’d squeezed your eyes shut, bracing against the inevitable fall. You didn’t remember the landing, only waking up with your own blood on your hands, shards of metal surrounding you and feeling colder than you ever had before.

“We should have sent someone to meet you, I - I apologise.” Loki kept his eyes cast down, long fingers fiddling with a needle and thread.

“Yes, you should have.” You looked down at him, crouched by your legs in the snow, the ice no doubt biting through his leathers already and he looked up, eyes wide and wet with unhushed tears.

“I am, truly, sorry, for what I made you go through. Please, will you forgive me?” He set the now threaded needle down on its sterile tray and placed his hands on your thighs instead, his hands were cold now, but a wave of warm sedir washed over you, brushing away the shivers wracking your body.

“Maybe, Loki -”

“I know, I have a lot of apologising to do, I don’t deserve your forgiveness-”

But he was considering it, it was the first time you’d ever heard the words uttered from him, and it made your heart yearn for the safe harbour of his friendship again, even if you knew better than to believe the storms were over.

“It’s not that, it just, it still hurts, I want to forgive you, but it still hurts.”

A frozen tear held steady in the corner of his eye, but he nodded in understanding.

“Can you at least forgive me the pain this will cause,” he tipped his head towards the needle, “I can numb you as much as possible, but I have no doubt it will sting.” With a flourish he produced a cut glass with a healthy measure of whisky inside, “drink this first.”

You downed the burning amber in one gulp, allowing it to warm you deeply and nodded. Loki stood, that familiar glimmer of gold and green drying his wet legs and knees, removing the snow that clung to his coat.

“Lay back,” he removed his coat and folded it, placing it under your head as he helped you lean into the boot of the car. Prone and cold with your tunic shucked up to your armpits you felt ridiculous and exposed, but there was no teasing when Loki asked if you were happy for him to start.

The first stitch was the most painful, but his cold fingers made your skin numb as he worked quickly and steadily until the aching pain was at least unaccompanied by the hot seeping of your blood through your fingers.

Loki stood back, surveying his work in the cold white light from the tiny bulb in the car’s interior, and brushed his damp hair back from his face. “Does that feel better?”

“Yes, thank you.” Swiftly you pulled your tunic down, and shuffled to sit on the ledge of the boot again, feet hanging off the edge.

Loki left you like that, pacing away from the car and surveying the road ahead. The snowfall had increased since you stopped and the drifts were now encroaching further into the already narrow track. It would be a treacherous trip back down the rest of the mountain.

“I think we should camp here tonight.” He said, steadily, though his heart beat wildly beneath his sweater.

“Loki, it’s freezing cold, below freezing.”

“It’s one of my brother’s friends’ cars.” Loki said, flippantly, as if that explained anything at all instead of raising a hundred new questions.

You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to elaborate.

“It has - things - inside. He spent some time with the Avengers? You must have heard of them, terribly annoying, but I must say their accessories are very helpful.” He stared at you waiting for you to understand.

“You and Thor and your little Midgardians,” you laughed, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but let's see these accessories that will keep us warm in a car in the snow.”

Loki stretched out his hand, helping you get your feet back on the ground. You felt dizzy after your stitches and the no doubt centuries old whisky Loki had conjured for you, but he held your arm politely while he walked you over to a picnic bench.

“Settle here and all will be revealed.”

He allowed himself a smile and, unbidden, you smiled too. It was hard to remain angry when this was all you’d wanted for so long, this adventure into the unknown was exactly what you’d been missing.

Loki ruffled his hair again in thought before pushing the long, icy strands away from his face. He examined the car, then pushed the rear seats down flat. With a hum they fell forwards, creating a wide flat platform. He pulled at another lever and the carpeted floor flipped over, revealing a padded mattress beneath.

You laughed in shock, what funny contraptions these Midgardians had. Loki allowed his smile to linger, listening to the tinkle of your laugh in the quiet woodland, it echoed and returned to you both ten fold until you were both laughing. He pulled again and a second mattress appeared so that the entire back of the car was now a bed.

He shut the door to conserve the heat inside and used the step at the side of the car to reach into the roof box, pulling out a metal box.

“That’s quite the trick, Loki.” You conceded, still smiling at the simple joy of it. To hide a bed inside a vehicle, you couldn’t help another giggle.

“Well, it comes in very handy when I find myself stranded in the wilderness,” he winked, opening the tin box and extracting an odd metal item, cups, a small pan and what looked like powdered food.

“What’s that?” You wrinkled your nose as he flicked something on the side, pumping a few times and then allowing a spark of magic to dance across the circular top. Fire erupted from between the spokes of the circle and you jumped backwards in shock before bursting out into another uncontrollable laugh. “Loki! What is that?!”

“It’s a camping stove, I thought we could make hot chocolates.” He looked over shyly now, a peace offering.

“That doesn’t look like chocolate,” you picked up one of the brown packets, on the front was a picture of a steaming mug, but inside was definitely powder and not solid chocolate.

“It’s a sort of powdered drink, I need to get some water.”

“Not cream?”

“That would spoil the fun, would it not?” He grinned, pouring water into the pan from his canteen.

As he worked you wound your jacket tighter around yourself, wondering if your nose was frozen or if it was normal to not be able to feel it. After a few minutes he lifted the pan from the odd round fire and poured the contents into the enamel mugs, handing one to you.

Warily you sniffed it and then took a tentative sip, it was fine, you supposed, “it tastes nicer with cream.”

Loki’s smile turned indulgent and, in a swirl of green, a silver bowl appeared settled in the snow atop the picnic bench, laden with heavy, whipped cream. Delighted you spooned out a generous helping and stirred it into your drink. Sipping it slowly before turning your eyes back to Loki.

He looked resplendent in the moonlight, snow glittering over his night black clothes, the sweater only accentuating his broad shoulders and lean waist. You longed to wrap your arms around him and press yourself into his embrace, to feel as close as you once had. Everything felt different now, you had spent so much time apart that the idle games of your shared youth were just a distant memory.

“We should get back in the car.” He announced. Now that he’d accomplished all the practical tasks that he could think of to help you, he found himself lost for words. Your admission that he had left you, failed you, somehow was a deep and painful wound. He hadn’t intended to leave and never return, he had always meant to stay and yet some force always dragged him away. It had even dragged him here. Loki had been distraught when he realised you were not on the transport out of Asgard, only reassured by Valkyrie’s insistence that you were safe, travelling.

“I’m going to put my boots by the seats, so we don’t get snow in the beds.”

Loki didn’t look around as you made your way slowly back to the car, politely angling his head away so that he didn’t see you slide out of your wet clothes either.

“You can enter.” You called, now wrapped in the thick sleeping bag that lined the mattresses.

Loki opted for magic to create his own privacy, his black sweater and jeans vanishing in favour of black sweat pants and a long green t-shirt. You smiled again, so Midgardian, he looked nothing like the swaggering prince you knew, always bedecked in silk and sumptuous fabrics. He looked, normal.

“Do I have chocolate on my face?” He asked, climbing into his own sleeping bag.

“No, it’s nothing.” You sighed and, with a flicker, the cabin light went out plunging you into darkness.

In the vastness of the night, cold fingers sought your own, the fingertips pressing into your palm.

“I truly did not mean to leave Asgard for so long.” Loki whispered, “it was a fate not of my own making.”

You sighed, rolling onto your back and away from his hand. “I believe you.” Focussing on your tired limbs you attempted to sleep, closing your eyes and exchanging one darkness for another. But sleep refused to take you, dangling you on the precipice of unconsciousness, only to remind you of all that you had lost, before you could plunge into oblivion. You woke again, your heart in your throat, your stomach in knots, and Loki lay beside you.

His features were relaxed, his breathing even, the lines of his cheekbones looked softer, somehow, now that his lips were partially open. The temperature must have cooled, for each breath was like a will-o-the-wisp, dancing from between his plush lips and fogging the windows. How you wished you could join him in sleep again, you couldn’t remember when your dreams had taken you, but the moon had moved around the car so sleep must have found you somehow.

Betrayed by your own hands you reached out for him, touching his arm with a single finger, just to make sure he was still there.

“If you are cold, vennen, you have only to say.” His voice startled you, your hand jumping back as if burnt.

“I - I didn't mean to.”

Eyes still closed, lashes brushing his cheeks, he held his hand out and you took it. Snow had covered the little glass window in the roof of the car, so you could no longer see the stars. All was gone, yet Loki lay here with you, his fingers laced with your own.

“I did not wish to cause you pain, truly, it was not your doing nor did you deserve to suffer because of it.”

“I know, Loki.”

“Will you let me make it better for you?”

You turned to meet his ice blue eyes, still sparkling, filmed with tears he was too scared to shed.

“There is nothing to be done to bring Asgard back.”

“I am aware,” he smiled, “but I wish to heal you nevertheless.”

“You have stitched me, that is all that can be done.”

“Vennen,” you looked at him again, his face serious, “let me heal this between us.”

You stared back, confused, and then his free hand reached out and cupped your bruised cheek and that was all you saw before his lips were on yours.

Loki tasted like expensive whisky and dark chocolate, his lips like velvet, warm and soft as they brushed against your own. You fit together so perfectly that you couldn't help but roll closer, pressing a hand to his chest and feeling the warmth of his heart beat beneath.

But then the stitches over your ribs pulled, your hiss of pain swallowed by Loki's protective kiss. With gentle hands he rolled your back, hovering over you and blotting out the darkness with his smile.

“If you hurt yourself more, I shall have to continue to heal you.” His lips skated over yours, so tantalisingly close.

“Then I suppose I’ll need to crash my ship again,” you smiled up at him, your Loki, and for the first time since you’d landed you didn’t feel the pain or the cold or the fear of a new place. Only Loki’s lips on yours and the knowledge that he would never leave you again.

The title is from Shakespeare's Sonnet 97:

How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December’s bareness every where! And yet this time removed was summer’s time, The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease: Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute; Or, if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.

#loki fanfiction #loki laufeyson #loki fic #loki fluff #loki x reader #loki x female reader #Loki x Asgardian!Reader #Loki/Reader #loki/female reader #loki hurt/comfort

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cantsayidont · 7 months

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August 1940. Perhaps the most important Superman story never published: In the summer of 1940, Jerry Siegel wrote a complete script for a 26-page Superman epic (the length of two normal Superman stories of this period) in which Superman is weakened by a passing meteor of radioactive metal from the destroyed planet Krypton, here called "K-Metal." That alone would have been noteworthy, but that's far from all. Later in the story, Superman reveals his true identity to the survivors of a mine cave-in, including Lois Lane!

The other three witnesses are subsequently killed, but Lois now knows the truth. She and Superman then have the following conversation:

LOIS: Now I begin to see. Your attitude of cowardliness as Clark Kent-- It was just a screen to keep the world from learning who you really are! But there's one thing I must know: Was your--er--affection for me, in your role as Clark, also a pretense? SUPERMAN: THAT was the genuine article, Lois! LOIS: How foolish you were not to let me in on the secret! You should have known you could trust me! Why-- Don't you realize-- I might even be of great help to you? SUPERMAN: You're right! There were many times when I could have used the assistance of a confederate. Why didn't I think of it before? LOIS: Then it's settled! We're to be--partners! SUPERMAN: Yes -- partners!

It isn't quite so easy, however. After returning to Metropolis, Lois tells Clark, "I just remembered how long you've secretly been laughing at me! I don't like to be laughed at, Clark Kent-- But-- I'll assist you… Only for the good of humanity, however!"

Most of the art for this story was completed, or nearly completed, by Joe Shuster's shop artists before National-DC pulled the plug. The exact reasons are now unknown, although the most likely explanation is that the story just seemed like too much of a shift in the established dynamics of the Superman strip, which was by then running in newspapers and on the radio as well as in the comics. K-Metal, renamed Kryptonite, resurfaced in a 1943 radio storyline, which borrows some elements from this script, but Kryptonite wouldn't appear in the comics until 1949, and it wouldn't be until decades later that Lois Lane really and truly learned the secret.

For background on this story, see Mark Waid's article in ALTER EGO #26 (July 2003). The Superman Through the Ages website has a nearly complete recreation of the full story, done by modern artists (in color) based on the surviving pages of original art and Siegel's script, which Waid had carefully retyped using the same kind of typewriter Siegel used.

#comics #golden age superman #jerry siegel #joe shuster #wayne boring #john sikela #costin stefan #mark waid #kryptonite #clark kent #superman #lois lane #kryptonite was an important part of the radio show #featuring in four major storylines of the mid 1940s #no idea why it took till 1949 for it to appear in the comics

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Eyooo! Long time no ask ( `~`) been extremely busy these months, sooo any recommendations on blogs that write yandere content? Like with no especific character, just a yandere x reader? Also dunno if he's a yandere or not but Dys from I was a teenager exocolonist [spoiler]

is obsessive towards the mc on the ending where they are together, but what I don't like so much about him is that he's obsessed with the planet too lmao, dunno if there's an ending where he stays with the mc all his life

Sorry for like.. the extremely long time it took to answer this one. I think since I first saw this ask, a bunch of things regarding yandere x reader has changed, but I will try to give some recommendations.

@heartfullofleeches usually has very interesting and unorthodox yanderes and darlings, some of which are ocs and some are not

@sublimetragedychopshop doesn't have yandere x reader per say but does have some fun yandere concepts.

@godnectar has some good yandere x reader concepts of various types like vampires, jocks and twins

@mysticmellowlove has some ideas that I really like, most of them being sub yanderes, my favorite

@hana-no-seiiki - has a mix of fanon and oc style yanderes. They also have pretty good art from what I remember.

@suiana - has tons and I mean tons of yandere reader style concepts. I think out of all of these this is probably the one closest to what you're asking about.

@running-with-kn1ves sometimes has some yandere x reader ones that are not from fandoms, but you'll have to dig through and see.

@goldienectar - also has some good ones.

The unfortunate thing about yandere writers is that a lot of them end up coming and going over the years. You can also look through my #yandere ideas tag for something similar.

Moving onto the next part... this is gonna be kind of long.

I was a Teenage Exocolonist is really fun, and it's a really well crafted game. I played it a lot, but ultimately while I was upgrading my computer I lost my saves for it, so I didn't want to redo everything, so I just left it alone for a while. Still, I think while Dys has traits of a yandere in certain endings, he ultimately is not as a whole. I would say maybe one or two of the endings make him a yandere and one of them is very, very iffy. I will admit though, I didn't get to finish everything about his route (or the others), so I might have some of this information incorrect.

To summarize what I was a Teenage Exocolonist is about, as the name suggests, it's about the life of Sol as a exocolonist. The game play is very much a card style game where you manage a deck based off of the skills and memory/events that Sol has throughout their life. It's very sim like so you can romance most of the characters your age, starting from when you're around 5 years old to around 18 years old. You gain skills depending on tasks that you do, buy items, gain relationships with other characters, etc.

The general story is that Sol is brought to a new planet along with a bunch of other families to build a life there. As the story goes on, they learn about what they have to do to learn about the planet, from science to nurturing, to learning about the wildlife there to adventuring. However, after a while, it becomes very clear that there is something else on the planet, something that doesn't want them there. They have to defend against aliens, a lot of which often costs some character's lives, along with various diseases and famine can cause many characters, including Sol's parents, to perish if you don't have the right stats. At some point, there is a raid that is so devastating that it ends up destroying most of the colony. From then on, there is a new group of people in power, along with various other characters that you can interact with and date. Depending on the route you go, you might end up meeting a being named Sym, one of the aliens on the planet. He seems to be incredibly interested in the humans here and is in contact with the species that seems to be attacking the colony. Depending on your choices, you can end up befriending him and saving the colony, or even end up becoming the planet yourself. It seems that Sol is kind of in a time loop, always going back to the beginning and remembering things from previous playthroughs, making certain events easier or otherwise bypassing them entirely.

Dys himself is pretty interesting. He has a rather sad childhood, with his mother committing suicide at a young age, causing him and his twin sister Tangent to becoming distant from each other. As a kid, he is very morose and doesn't really fit in with the other kids, even getting bullied a lot by them. He knows he doesn't belong to the colony and constantly strives to learn more about the planet, sneaking out with him to explore. It's no surprise that as he grows up, he distances himself from most of the other colony members and prefers going out and exploring, learning about the planet and feeling alive when he does. He can have a very cute relationship with Sol, with him believing that they are the only one who he feels truly understands him. Dys eventually does meet Sym, growing a great fascination and attraction to him and if the two of you are not in a relationship (or have otherwise broken up) he will end up with Sym most of the time. Sol, Dys and Sym can also have a polyamorous relationship with each other.

For Dys, there is always an scene where he attempts to bomb part of the colony. Tired of them being there, believing that they are causing a lot of problem for the planet, he tries to destroy it. Sol can agree to this and the two of them can end up destroying the colony and running away together. He becomes rather clingy as a result. I think in other endings he is generally a bit clingy considering that he doesn't really have anyone else to talk to.

The other ending is if Sol decides to become part of the planet. Dys will also do so the same, and when the two are sort of merged, they have a wonderful time together being one with everything. The game describes Dys and Sol in this form as "being an extension of each other" as they can be anything they wish on the planet, and are sort of, in a way, each other.

Dys in himself isn't really much of a yandere, even when you do romance him. While it is true, that he does exhibit yandere traits (being clingy, for instance), it's more because of the fact that he is pretty isolated from the other characters in the game, wanting to explore rather than be with anyone in the colony. I think the closest to yandere is when the two of you agree to bomb the colony and run away together. The planet ending with Sym is kind of strange, since it does have the traits of being together forever, but it is more of the idea of being one with everything, rather with just the two of them forever.

Still despite that, I really do like all of the characters in this game. It is genuinely so interesting seeing how they develop in the game and how you interact with them, going into some pretty deep and dark topics as well, along with some more fun memories. I think my favorite characters besides Dys are Cal and Nomi-Nomi and I kind of wish I had done a route with Nomi-Nomi because I love them so much. Maybe in a future run. It really is a beautiful game.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere boy #recommendations #asks #i was a teenage exocolonist

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smartycvnt · 7 months

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Anti Hero

Title: Anti Hero Pairing: Poison Ivy x Reader Summary: Y/n gets captured by Poison Ivy while helping Batman, but learns that she's got a lot in common with the villainess. NR WC: 799

"Casper, do you copy? Casper?" Bruce asked frantically over the comms. He could feel guilt begin to consume him with each passing second of silence. Poison Ivy didn't take too kindly to trespassers, and he had sent Y/n straight into her lair. Bruce thought that she was ready, the thought never occurred to him that she wouldn't be able to make it out okay. Y/n had gotten herself into much stickier situations without so much as a scratch. Poison Ivy was a madwoman, but Y/n would be the one who knew how to talk her down. "Casper, do you read me? Casper, do you copy? Y/n?"

"Y/n, huh..." Poison Ivy trailed off as she lifted the hook and mask covering Y/n's face. "Interesting. Come after me, and I'll slit her throat Bat brains."

"You don't have to do this. You can let her go," Bruce tried to reason. Ivy crushed the communication device in her hand and tossed it aside. Y/n felt something slither up the side of her leg, prompting a fit of panic. Ivy bound her arms and legs with vines and left her suspended with a particularly thorny vine resting over her throat.

There were thousands of places that Y/n felt she could have ended up, and in the clutches of Poison Ivy wasn't one of them. She had started her day in her little studio apartment, located just off the campus limits for Gotham University. The rent was cheaper, and she honestly had less of a chance to being attacked by some second rate villain off campus. The commute was more than worth not having to buy a new wallet or backpack every other week. Y/n had gone to her one class of the day before heading over to the gym. She taught her beginner's martial arts class to the little kids who came through and was cleaning up when Batman left the message for help. She should have known to be biting off more than she could chew with Poison Ivy, but Y/n wanted to make her name as a hero in Gotham City.

"I swear that he gets a new one of you little idiots every other months. What happened to the last one?" Y/n watched as Poison Ivy sauntered around the room. There was something menacing about it, but Y/n was also very attracted to her.

"I am not one of his. I usually work alone and by my own rules," Y/n told her. Ivy threw her head back and laughed. Most of the underlings that she caught trying to stop her weren't nearly as brave as Y/n.

"Then why are you here?" Ivy asked as she caressed Y/n's cheek. The movement was unnerving for Y/n, but not nearly as unnerving as Ivy had hoped it would be. There was something in Y/n's eyes that told Ivy she had more to tell than she was letting on. She had gone through something that had led Batman, who was notoriously picky about his sidekicks, to trust her. Ivy studied Y/n for another few seconds with the intention of piecing together what exactly it was that had "hardened" her.

"Because I'm not going to just foil your plans like the Bat would. You have a point, even if some of your approaches are inhumane to say the least. I'm not for the killing of mankind, but I do want to save the planet," Y/n said. Ivy froze completely as she came upon the realization of who exactly Y/n was. "Humanity can be redeemed, I'm proof of that."

"Well, from one eco terrorist to the other, it's not all of mankind I want to destroy. It's the cities and the power plants and the mass pollutants that need to go. Surely you understand that, don't you..." Ivy trailed off as she tried to remember what Batman had called Y/n over the comms. "Casper. You'll never accomplish what you want playing second fiddle to someone with morals like Batman. I could use a helping hand, and you look like you could handle it. What do you say?"

"I don't want to hurt any more innocent people, but I'm sure that you've got ideas for me to help you with that don't include civilian murder." Ivy let one of Y/n's hands free for them to shake on her newfound deal before she let the woman go completely. Y/n rushed out of Ivy's lair and back to her apartment, where she checked in with Batman to let him know that she was safe before she dug up some of the files she had gathered while she was with a less than heroic group of environmentalists.

#my writing #one shot #dc x reader #dc #poison ivy x reader #poison ivy #pamela isley x reader #pamela isley

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i assigned all the qsmp eggs mitski songs because i just realised theres nothing stopping me from doing that

bobby: everyone

“everyone, all of them

everyone said, "don't go that way"

so, of course, to that i said

"i think i'll go that way"

and i left the door open to the dark

i said, "come in, come in, whatever you are"

but it didn't want me yet

then like a babe in a crib

after some big hand turns out the light

and i opened my arms wide to the dark

i said, "take it all, whatever you want"

i didn't know that i was numb

i didn't know what it would take

sometimes I think I am free

until i find i'm back in line again”

juanaflippa: should’ve been me

“i haven't given you what you need

you wanted me but couldn't reach me

so you went into your memory

relived all the ways you still want me

i haven't given you what you need

you wanted me but couldn't reach me

i'm sorry, it should've been me”

tilín: class of 2013

“mom, would you wash my back?

this once, and then we can forget

and i'll leave what I'm chasing

for the other girls to pursue

mom, am i still young?

can i dream for a few months more?”

trump: remember my name

“'cause i need somebody to remember my name

after all that i can do for them is done

i need someone to remember me

i need something bigger than the sky

hold it in my arms and know it's mine

just how many stars will i need to hang around me

to finally call it heaven?”

empanada: love me more

“how do other people live?

i wonder how they keep it up?

when today is finally done

there's another day to come

then another day to come

then another day to”

pepito: square

“i tried my hardest, for i'd never learned

god's very simple and love shouldn't burn

and i would've offered you all that you yearned for

but i was still waiting for something to earn”

sunny: i don’t smoke

“if you need to be mean

be mean to me

i can take it and put it inside of me

if your hands need to break

more than trinkets in your room

you can lean on my arm

as you break my heart

just don't leave me alone

wondering where you are

i am stronger than you give me

credit for

if your hands need to break

more than trinkets in your room

you can lean on my arm

as you break my heart”

richarlyson: i guess

“it's been you and me

since before i was me

without you, i don't yet know

quite how to live

if i could keep

anything of you

i would keep

just this quiet after you”

pomme: a pearl

“it's just that i fell in love with a war

nobody told me it ended

and it left a pearl in my head

and i roll it around every night

just to watch it glow

every night, baby, that's where i go”

tallulah: goodbye my danish sweetheart

“and i don't blame you

if you want to bury me in your memory

i'm not the girl i ought to be, but

maybe when you tell your friends

you can tell them what you saw in me

and not the way i am”

chayanne: i will

“stay with me

hold my hand

there's no need

to be brave

and while you sleep

i'll be scared

so by the time you wake

i'll be brave

i'll be brave”

dapper: francis forever

“i don't need the world to see

that i've been the best i can be, but

i don't think i could stand to be

where you don't see me”

ramón: first love / late spring

“and i was so young

when i behaved

twenty five

yet now i find

i've grown into

a tall child

and i don't wanna go home yet

let me walk to the top of the big night sky”

leo: nobody

“my god, i'm so lonely

so i open the window

to hear sounds of people

venus, planet of love

was destroyed by global warming

did its people want too much, too?

did its people want too much?”

hope: last words of a shooting star

“they'll never know how i'd stared at the dark in that room

with no thoughts

like a blood-sniffing shark

and while my dreams made music in the night

carefully

i was going to live”

gegg: working for the knife

“i always knew the world moves on

i just didn't know it would go without me

i start the day high and it ends so low

'cause i'm working for the knife”

if anybody actually makes it this far and has any better suggestions, please tell me, i want to be as accurate as i can and i dont know all the eggs as well as i know bobby and sunny ^^

i struggled a lot with gegg, dapper, richas, pomme and empanada especially

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justalost4girl · 7 months

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Shin Hati missed her master.

She was disturbed and missed her master.

Everything had been strange in the last two rotations.

Out of nowhere, Ahsoka Tano returned from the dead, Sabine Wren had improved with the lightsaber, although still weak, and that Ezra guy showed up. She fled when she felt alone instead of staying and fighting to the death, leaving that planet behind.

What kind of power is this where the most honorable man she knew runs away and leaves her alone against a Jedi and two apprentices? ?

As she walked along Baylan's trail, a guerrilla ship decided to open fire on her, and although she managed to fight and steal their ship, a map coordinate failed, taking her to a dense, empty forest in the middle of nowhere instead of where she could met her master.

Now she was lost in an unfamiliar place with not a drop of fuel for a new journey, no master, and no idea of what was happening.

Shin Hati was scared and didn't like the feeling

Years ago, the girl had begged Baylan to train her after the destruction of her world, but if she had known he would turn out to be a weak coward (or maybe a cunning one? she didn't know yet), she would have become a solo mercenary instead of a Force user.

Shin felt a mixture of anxiety and decided to sit on the ship's floor to meditate as her (ex)master had taught her. The Force was different in this place, she couldn't understand it, and frustrated, she got up to test all the ship's buttons for the fourth time that day.

With a desire to destroy the ship with her lightsaber, Shin decided to sit in the pilot's chair and as she curses the path that brought her here, she noticed that her left leg was starting to go numb. The cut wasn't deep, but a strip of her own cloak wasn't enough to stop the bleeding.

The girl was without supplies, in the middle of nowhere, without fuel, and injured.

"Fantastic," she said with sarcasm to nothing and punched the table in front of her.

Shin felt like crying, but she hadn't learned how to.

☆

The Empire had fallen.

Darth Vader had been defeated.

Senator Leia Organa came forward to announce the news and declare that everything would return to normal. All rebels could lay down their arms and work towards building the new republic.

The fall of the Empire symbolized the realization of everything you had fought for. The end of the Sith was not just the end of an era of darkness; it was hope being spread throughout the galaxy. Even though some Imperials were being reintegrated, everyone knew that without a leader, they could never regain power.

Your mission, therefore, was complete.

Without it, your grief took its place in your mind, giving way to a sense of uselessness. Ahsoka and Luke were out there, being Jedi, and even though the former denied the title, you knew she was the best student the council had ever had, and he was the most hopeful. Hera had informed you that Sabine and Ezra had been found and Thrawn had fallen. She was happy because the family had reunited.

Family.

You, a young rebel who had spent the last four years trying to keep alive the legacy of your brother, Cassian Andor, had no family and knew you would never belong to one.

Having worked on some missions with General Hera Syndulla, it didn't take long for you to hear the stories of Ahsoka Tano, a Jedi-not-Jedi. Ahsoka knew Sabine and Ezra. She, a Mandalorian, and he, a Padawan. Together, the four had lived years before your arrival until the group split up. Although they were kind in every isolated interaction with you, it was obvious that there was no room for a young rebel pilot in this already-formed family.

You, an orphaned spy who did nothing but deliver materials or transport people, had not done anything as relevant to the defeat of the Empire. Amid transports, intelligence work, and journeys to distant settlements in need of help, the most significant point of your journey was still being the sister of one of the Rogue One team members, Cassian Andor, the man who, along with Jyn Erso, brought hope to Leia Organa.

You were just that and nothing more.

The words of your fellow pilots echoed in your mind, but after being the subject of conversation at every table, there comes a time when the words take root in your heart, and suddenly, you believe you shouldn't be alive.

All of this brings you to the present. Your droid announces that you have reached the final destination.

Final.

How ironic.

The decision that brought you here was made yesterday afternoon with Ahsoka and her family. You saw the smiles, the hugs, the jokes, and the affection. Words of affirmation and physical touches that weren't directed at you because you didn't belong to this family. It was a day of celebration, and after saying goodbye to each one and heading towards your ship, the soft touch of your chair was the only comfort as you mourned Cassian and anguished over not having the chance to belong to someone or somewhere.

Except, perhaps, to this forest on a small, isolated planet.

You look out at the green valley stretching beyond the window. The dense forest, with towering trees, holds memories of your feet running beneath fallen leaves, towards the great river. Here, you took your first blaster shot when you found your brother's weapon. The place that was once your refuge in the galaxy and would now be your eternal resting place. The river would carry your body and cleanse your soul of all pains.

Forever.

You smile sadly at the thought as you look at the place where you spent the last four years. You know the story behind every scratch on this ship. The group of survivors you transported before Tarkin and his men tested the Death Star on a new city were responsible for a set of runes near the door and the only ring you wore. You would be protected from curses, and although you didn't believe in the power of trinkets, the thought that Cassian would have accepted it brought a smile to your face. You would never act differently from him.

When you fight against the Empire, any protection is welcome.

Here was your roof, but never your home. Your home was destroyed long ago, and there's no way to turn back time.

You sigh and gaze at the scar of a promise never fulfilled on your hand. Your brother made a blood oath that he would never leave you, but today, you are alone on this ship he gave you. The weight of grief returns and hunches your back over the moss-green-painted table, his favorite color. On this table, you played, drank, slept, planned, and swore to be together forever.

Your hands try to betray you by reaching for the transmitter that Ahsoka gave you. Tell her, ask for help.

You shake your head to dismiss the thought and stand up to search for your old trunk with pages and a pen.

Writing has been the only constant in your life, and even though it's primitive, letters carry a part of you. The sweat from your hands when you rest your fingers on the paper to write in your unique handwriting transfers to the page in small quantities. The calligraphy is unique.

The envelope, the idea of organizing the text. Everything is unique.

"Letters are forever," you learned from a girl rescued from a world in ruins. Everyone was scared, but not her. She had a cold gaze, and instead of questioning who you were or why you were there with a ship intercepting an imperial attack or even requesting food, she asked to write a letter.

You handed over what you had in the trunk, two sheets you didn't use in your last report, and an old pen. Then for the first time, you wished you had more. That girl seemed to have more to say.

On the next trip, you made sure there would never be a shortage of pens and paper on your ship. Rescue missions or not.

You sign letters addressed to your fellow warriors while your co-pilot droid, K1, stands by, waiting for orders. He's all that's left of Cassian, and you hope Huyang will be a good friend to him when and if someone cares enough to look for you.

Ahsoka, Sabine, Ezra, and Luke would receive their letters at dawn. You would have written one for your brother if he were here, but if he were here, you wouldn't be writing these letters.

After putting them in their respective envelopes and handing them to K1, you stow your writing materials back in the trunk and look around, bidding farewell to the ship.

Make sure to put on your shoes and walk towards the door.

"Are you going out? Storm's coming, don't forget your coat," a metallic voice interrupts your path.

Turning to it, you smile and pick up the coat. He would never let you go out without a coat.

Cassian wouldn't either.

You approach your droid with an unshed tear and rest your forehead against his, as you've done since the first time.

"Rest, soldier. I'll be back soon."

It's the first and last lie you'll tell him.

☆

A beep pulls Shin out of her self-pity wave.

The radar indicates that something is approaching the ship, and judging by the speed, Shin knows it must be a person.

Someone very slow.

Having scanned the forest upon arrival, she knew this person or being wasn't here before. And perhaps, just perhaps, there's a ship in play.

Shin tears a new piece of fabric from her clothing and ties it around her injured leg. She lets out a low noise as she stands up and puts weight on her foot, but the fault lies with the wind, not the pain.

Shin Hati doesn't feel pain.

Exiting the ship and entering the forest in a strategic position to find whoever it may be, the girl devises a plan. Kill the thing, steal the ship, head to the master's hideout on a moon in another system. With the lightsaber in hand, she leans against a tree trunk, and the strange sensation returns.

A footsteps echo on dry leaves and Shin Hati senses a disturbance in the Force.

You lift your gaze from the ground when notices the light reflecting off a piece of metal in the middle of the forest ahead. And as you get closer, sees what appears to be a ship that definitely didn't show up on her radar.

A rustling interrupts you train of thought, and she dodges a lightsaber strike. The woman must be her age, but there's no time for analysis as Shin dodges a second strike. Her opponent's movements are aggressive, and she decides to take a few steps back while tossing a smoke bomb in her direction.

"What a warm welcome. Who are you?" Your voice is heard by Shin, who now covers her nose with the cape while trying to identify you in the smoke haze.

"You really think you can hide?" Hati asked, pointing the lightsaber in the direction of the sound with a sharp movement.

The feeling in her stomach grows. But it's not hunger. The Force is trying to convey something she doesn't understand.

"Tell me your name and drop the saber. I don't wish to hurt you," you say from behind a tree, hoping she'll obey. Your plan was to die in the river, so no weapons for you today.

Seconds pass, the smoke settles, and Shin finds herself deactivating her lightsaber. It's as if the Force is flowing through her. She tries to fight it but can't.

Shin Hati feels dizzy and doesn't like the sensation.

"Who are you, and why did you attack me?" you ask while observing her. The woman is putting a lot of weight on one leg, probably because the other is injured. You want to help, but her red lightsaber isn't a good sign.

Only Sith use bleeding crystals.

"I didn't attack you; you invaded my property," Shin says with anger, or something close to it. She sees the woman behind the tree in front of her, but the Force is dense, and Shin decides she doesn't want to fight someone with such power.

"This is a forest; it's not anyone's property," you say as you step out from behind the tree and analyze your opponent. The blonde woman wears gray armor, probably level two metal. Not as strong as Beskar, but you wouldn't stand a chance in a physical fight.

You are weak.

Shin feels anguish and realizes that the woman's thoughts are the culprits. Feelings can influence the Force, so maybe her opponent is just a weak soul. Weak? Shin is curious but wasn't taught to deal with this.

The woman is still looking at her.

"I've been here longer than you, so it's my property. Who are you?" Shin finds herself asking before she can stop. She notices that the woman is unarmed, an easier target to steal from. Just steal? Why not kill her?

You give her your name but not your surname. You left Andor's legacy on your ship. You are just you.

And you take a step forward.

"And you? Who are you? Where did you get the lightsaber?" Your question sends a shiver down Shin's spine. She's sure she's heard your voice before. Seeing you up close, with swollen and tired eyes, Shin understands why the Force is dense: you plan to interrupt your life.

It's going to be easier than I thought.

"My name is Hati. I'm an outsider and now out of fuel. I bought the lightsaber from a merchant for self-defense; it's more efficient than a blaster." She tries to maintain a neutral expression as she lies because Shin Hati was taught to lie.

An outsider with scratched armor and a wounded leg? The way she fights reminds you of warriors, not outsiders, but her trembling gaze makes you realize she's been through something serious.

"You should've bought fuel crystals instead" you joke. "I'm not sure if I can trust you, but I have spare crystals on my ship. It's a seven-minute walk in that direction. Hand this to my droid, and he'll help you, but keep the lightsaber and don't harm him." You hand her your ring and walk past her without waiting for a response or lie.

Shin Hati takes the ring and holds it, growling. The Baylan's apprentice felt concerned about some random stranger…. Maybe she cared? No, she couldn't. The mission is to steal the ship and find her master.

Following the path into the woods ahead, she feels her leg hurt, and her feet try to turn back, but she keeps walking until she sees the blue and gold ship. The feeling of familiarity passes through her again, along with frustration at not remembering. The rebel insignia displayed makes her roll her eyes, and she advances in an attack position. It all seems too easy; maybe it's all a setup by the Republic in the end.

The ship is open, and Shin climbs the ramp.

A droid stands up and observes the new intruder.

"Oh, hello. Who might you be?" K1 says with curiosity and politeness, watching the blonde girl.

Shin Hati wants to destroy him, but she feels it's not the time yet. Her master taught her patience, and Shin Hati feels sorry. An energy pulls her toward the door, but she takes a deep breath and focuses on the mission.

"Your owner told me to give you this. I'll take the ship," she says, showing him the ring you gave her.

Something is wrong, K1 knows.

You would never just give up the ship like this, but she has your ring. You've never taken it off. He would breathe if it had lungs.

"Make yourself at home, miss. I'll initiate the system," he goes to the command room to try to contact you.

Shin Hati tosses the ring on the table, takes off her gloves, the cape, and admires her droid's efficiency. Maybe she'll keep him around. The ship is clean and fully fueled. She makes a sandwich from the available ingredients while trying to remember where she knows this space from.

The strong wind and drops on the window announce the arrival of the storm. The robotic voice of your droid announces that the departure will be delayed. Shin just nods while staring at the same symbols from your ring adorning the entry door.

Protection runes, perhaps. She recalls stories Baylan used to tell her, symbols that carried magic.

Shin Hati didn't like magic.

She notices a small chest in a corner of the table and pulls it closer to examine it. Then, the apprentice finally understands, and she can't breathe.

She saw you before

A long time ago.

When Shin Hati was the name of the survivor of a ruined city and not Baylan Skoll's apprentice.

Your voice, the chest, the pen. The runes. The droid. Your eyes.

Your damn sad eyes.

She reaches out for the ring, and then she seemed to feel it.

The sadness and the guilt. And there was that girl in the rain. And in the rain, she seemed so sad and so lonely. Just like...

She opened her eyes quickly, her eyes full of tears. She felt it. She felt the emotions hidden inside the ring.

Just like she felt the emotions of the poor girl in the forest.

Suddenly, she cried with all her soul.

She dropped your ring on the floor and hid her face in her hands.She felt so much sadness in her... And she didn't understand why.

Why so sad?

She was still in a state of trance, tears pouring down her face. She wasn't even in your ship anymore. It was like the Force was taking control over her.With the Force, Shin saw you again, lying in the river, passed out.

Almost sinking. Almost dead.

Weak, exhausted, and so lonely.

Shin watched your pain and suffering and cried again, as if she felt what that girl felt. It was all so real. With the Force, she saw every detail, every suffering and pain of that lonely soul.

She was in a state of trance as the Force was trying to make her move, trying to help you.

She raised her head, looked around, and then turned and quickly ran out of the ship. With her lightsaber, she cut her way through the rain to the forest.

She could feel the rain against her skin and could feel the girl's emotions all the way there.

She was afraid but determined.

She brings you to the ship and calls for help; your droid, K1, picks you up and carries you to the ship's infirmary. You drowned, but you're still alive. Almost alive. And looks so broken.

She wanted to comfort you in some way. But how?

Shin Hati didn't know how to comfort anyone.

But there was one thing that Shin knew. The Force could provide healing.

She let all her emotions flow and focused on your healing, trying to use the Force to help you.

K1 brings blankets and dry clothes. She tears off your wet clothes and covers you with a thick blanket.

She only leaves your side to change into dry clothes at the insistence of K1, she learned that it was his name . She stays there, waiting for you to wake up, sit in the big chair next to your bed.

She tries to hate you for making her get wet, but for the first time in years, Shin can't. Looking at her own hands, she feels the Force flow. It's intense and no longer painful. She feels her heart beating and learns that she still has one.

And she had so much to learn about you life when you woke up.

♣︎

Sorry for the unplanned delay. I didn't have access to the internet these last two days, but I'm back. Comments are welcome, my padawans 🙊💜

#shin hati x reader #shin hati #ahsoka #star wars

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Can you do an Ikaris x Male reader who is known as the Sapphire Wizard and the brother of Wanda (she’s technically dead here because of the end of MOM so ikaris is all he has) and in an attempt to weaken him Ikaris is hypnotized to fall in love with anther man but in the end he breaks the spell with true loves kiss (I know it’s probably overused but it’s one of my faves! Also if possible could you include the part where ikaris is hypnotized. Like the entire trance part and during the story he is brought in and out of trance until MR saved him at the end?) if it’s too much that’s ok!

It was no secret to who Y/N's sister was–had been. Wanda was the mythical Scarlet witch and was prophesied to rule the cosmos. But she didn't want to rule, no, she only wanted her children back and she did anything she could to be with them. Even steal them from another mother's arms. In the end, she made the ultimate sacrifice. She sacrificed herself to destroy the Darkholds in every other universe, so no one else would be tempted by its power. She died as Mount Wundagore came crashing down on top of her.

While her sacrifice was noble, it was not without consequences. Her brother, the Sapphire Wizard, was all alone in the world now. The last of his family and the Avengers he came to trust were gone forever. In their place were complete strangers that Y/N had no desire to get to know, so he turned to the only person he had left in his life that he could trust. A powerful being by the name of Ikaris. He was an Eternal created by the ones who created this universe and everything in it as it was Ikaris' mission to protect it from Deviants, but now, his mission was Y/N.

For a while, things were going well between them. Y/N had come to rely on Ikaris and sought his comfort and reassurance, but all came crashing down when fellow Eternal, Druig came to pay Ikaris a visit.

It happened on a quiet night. Y/N was asleep in his bed and Ikaris was watching something on Netflix, when he felt Druig's mind calling out to his own. "Come out and play, Ikaris. Come and get me." Druig's phantom voice echoed inside his head. Ikaris had taken that as a challenge as he flew out of the apartment window and followed the source of where Druig could be broadcasting from. "With pleasure, dear Druig." He responded back.

Ikaris hasn't seen any of the others since the emergence was stopped. Since Ikaris betrayed them and tried to stop them from stopping Tiamut's birth and the destruction of this planet. He feels they all secretly hated him, Druig and Phastos especially. He found the other male in a dark alleyway as he landed behind him as he strolled towards him. "I was wondering when one of you was going to come and get me. Guess I shouldn't be surprised it's you." Ikaris said.

Druig smirked and turned towards him. "You had this coming, Ikaris. Arishem's golden boy is finally getting what he so rightfully deserves. Consequences for his actions."

Ikaris tried to keep his voice calm, and his lasers chilled as he looked at him. "I think I've already paid for it. Sersi hates me."

"Yeah, you're gonna pay for it. And it's going to be all your fault." Druig sneers.

"Don't think you can threaten me, Druig. You and I both know what I'm capable of." Ikaris warned.

"And you remember what I'm capable of, and thanks to my few seconds in the Uni-Mind before you intervened, I learned that I can do this." His eyes flashed gold and so did Ikaris', but Druig was faster as he latched onto Ikaris' mind and buried his subconscious underneath a mountain of mental bricks as the fight in Ikaris' mind was quieted and Druig had control of him. He smiled. "This is going to be fun."

Druig knew that after Ikaris flew into the metaphorical sun after what he did, the Eternal escaped to New York City and he sought comfort and companionship in Y/N Maximoff. It was cute watching the two of them get closer together, but this was how Druig was going to punish Ikaris. He was going to make it so the only person in Ikaris' life hated him as much as the Eternals did, and he was going to be all alone for the rest of eternity. How delicious.

He forced Ikaris to go to a bar and find anyone that he could to bring home to his and Y/N's apartment. He settled on a cute guy as Druig pulled his strings like a puppet and had the Scottish sounding Eternal bring him home and fuck him so Y/N could hear it all happening. The young man walked into Ikaris' room to see him dick deep inside another guy. Timing it just right, Druig released Ikaris from his control right as he came inside the other male's ass as he looked around in bewilderment. How did he get here, and why was he fucking this guy? Then he remembered what Druig had done to him and immediately knew this was his dirty work.

Before he could do anything else, Ikaris realized that Y/N was in the doorway, tears streaming down his face as he looked absolutely crushed. Ikaris felt a wave of guilt as Y/N ran out of the doorway and into his bedroom as Ikaris gave chase. "Y/N, wait! It's not what it looks like. I can expl–" he trailed off as Druig once again took over his mind.

This happened for weeks. Ikaris would fuck this guy in front of Y/N and when he tried to explain why he was doing this, Druig would pull the metaphorical rug from underneath him and let Ikaris take the fall.

Y/N started to believe he deserved this. He was paying for Wanda's sins against the lives she destroyed and Ikaris was paying for his betrayal. They were both in hell and they couldn't do anything about it, until Y/N had enough. He had to know where they stood, because he wasn't going to take this anymore.

"Ikaris, I don't know if you're trying to punish me for something you think I did, but I don't think I can stand to see you parading your new boyfriend around in my face. So, I just wanted to let you know that I'm moving and I won't bother you anymore." Y/N said.

Ikaris didn't say anything as he stood there motionless as his subconscious was fighting and crying underneath his bricked prison as he heard everything that Y/N was saying to him. He remembers everything he did, even if he didn't do it by choice. Every kiss. Every touch that wasn't Y/N's was permanently inside his brain, and Druig knew it.

"I've been in love with you since we first met, but I guess I was fooling myself. So, I'm going to go and let you live your life. I wish you the best." He walk towards Ikaris and placed his hands on his face, bringing him close as he kissed him goodbye.

If only he realized that this kiss was one of true love as Druig's mental prison started to break around Ikaris' trapped subconscious and he fought to the surface of his mind as he gained control for the first time in weeks as he kissed him back, tears rolling down his face as he pulled. "I love you too, Y/N. I always have and I'm sorry if I hurt you, but it wasn't my fault. Druig was controlling me as punishment for what I did, but you saved me."

Y/N looks at him in shock. "You were being controlled?"

"I was. And I'm sorry for anything I did. I meant what I said. I love you, and your love set me free."

Y/N hugged him tight as Ikaris sighed happily. Druig may have won the battle, but Ikaris just won the war.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #eternals #druig #barry keoghan #richard madden #Richard Madden x male reader #ikaris x male reader #ikaris x reader #ikaris #mind control #mcu eternals #Druig isn't a nice guy #Against his will #masc reader

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Cowboy Like Me | d.d. | Bonus II

Din Djarin x princess!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: nada

Author’s Note: I just want them to live in that damn cabin on Nevarro okay? We’ll get there. I swear. But also?? Bo Katan yall.

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The Heiress

Bo Katan Kryze sat on her throne, staring blankly out the window of her once grand palace. Kalevala, the once beautiful and thriving planet of her people, was dreary and wet —both from the oceans and the rains that seemed to never stop. It had been a long time since she’d stepped foot in her childhood home; she had spent the last several years as a mercenary, leading her fleet through the galaxy on odd jobs for hire.

“Milady,” the footman droid announced suddenly, drawing her attention from the windows. “The Princess of Senex —she has landed on the runway.”

Bo Katan’s brow furrowed as she slowly stood, lifting her helmet into her arms. “Is she alone?”

Rumors had been swirling around the Outer Rim —the death of Leox of Senex, an engagement to a “former” general of the Imperial fleet and a runaway princess. But Bo Katan had not heard much else regarding the Princess of Senex since her fleet —long gone by now, having abandoned her —got the call for the bounty.

“There is one person on her ship, but she is coming in alone,” the droid confirmed, as footsteps echoed through the grand but empty halls of her home.

Bo Katan stood tall as the Princess of Senex made her way into the throne room. It had been many years since the once ruler of Mandalore had seen the young woman; long enough for her to almost not recognize the princess as she stopped at the entryway. They were both much younger the last time they had interacted.

“I want to be a warrior,” the young princess exclaimed as Bo Katan removed her helmet. “I want to learn to fight.”

“Princesses do not fight,” Calisto of Senex corrected, giving her daughter a cold, almost callous look. “Lady Bo Katan is not a princess, therefore the rules do not apply to her.”

“Lady Kryze is a queen,” the child corrected, earning a pinch from her mother that caused her to cry out.

Bo Katan watched Calisto with a wary, distrusting gaze. “Anyone can learn to fight. Princesses especially should learn.”

“Do not –,”

The doors of the meeting room opening interrupted whatever scolding Calisto had planned, however. Leox of Senex stepped into the room finally, holding several holotablets. His presence was a welcome change from his wife’s —warmer, brighter. He had a smile on his face. And as soon as he was in the room, Calisto left without a word —disinterested in what was happening. Leox did not seem bothered by her departure; though neither did their child.

“I do apologize for keeping you waiting, Lady Kryze. I was finalizing the plans.”

Bo Katan simply nodded, glancing down at the child. “It is no concern, Senator. What you’re doing for me is more than I could ask for.”

Leox simply shook his head though, looking down at his daughter with a soft smile. “I hope you do not mind my daughter being here; she is learning diplomacy and I find the best way of doing so is being involved.”

“Of course; learn by doing. I don’t mind at all.”

The holotablet turned on, showing a map of her fallen planet of Mandalore. Bo Katan stared at it for a long time, noting the crystalized wasteland that had taken over everything.

“What happened?” The little girl asked, reaching up to point at a rather worse for wear image of the planet.

“The Empire destroyed my home,” Bo Katan explained, eyes not tearing from the images she was seeing. “Your father thinks your scientists here can break through the crystallization and find enough life to bring it back, though.”

“If he can’t, one day, I will,” the child promised, looking up at Bo Katan with a determination that no child her age should show.

“Perhaps we should teach you to fight then.”

Leox had laughed, shaking his head, before they continued their meeting.

“I sent a distress signal to you,” the princess announced when Bo Katan motioned her forward. “So it seems it fell on deaf ears.”

“If you sent it here, then it did,” Bo Katan offered as an explanation. “But it does not seem like you need my help anymore.”

The princess still held herself with that royal posture –one that Bo Katan was certain her mother probably beat into her –but she did not look like the princess she met all those years ago. Instead of a gown, she wore a practical and utilitarian outfit, complete with a blaster one hip and a knife holstered on the other. There was a fierce determination in her eyes, one that told Bo that she had been through much more than any Inner Rim princess would ever see in their lives. Bo Katan couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in seeing how far the young princess had come since they first met.

Gone was the naivety of youth, replaced with a hardened edge that only came from bloodshed and battle; through loss and pain.

“It’s been a long time,” Bo Katan continued, stepping away from the throne to meet the princess in the middle. “What brings you to me now?”

“Can’t a princess come visit a queen without a need?”

“Not you,” Bo Katan countered, giving her a knowing look. “Not when I received an invitation to your engagement celebration. Shouldn’t you be on your honeymoon by now?”

The princess pursed her lips, as if trying to keep herself from smiling. Bo Katan’s brow furrowed in confusion –what could she be smiling about? Was she not married to Silas Credence, a former Imperial general? A man decades older than her?

“I suppose the news has not been spread this far then,” she hummed, looking up at Bo once more. “Who do you think I am married to, Lady Kryze?”

“Imperial scum,” she offered up, narrowing her eyes.

“Then you would be incorrect,” the princess replied, a prideful smile taking over her grin. “My mother wanted that –but the engagement did not take. Marrying a dead man would be a scandal in and of itself.”

“What do you mean –Credence is alive, isn’t he?”

The two stared at each other for several moments before the princess shook her head. “No, he’s no longer alive.”

“What happened?” Bo Katan demanded, stepping closer to the young woman in front of her.

“I killed him,” she explained simply, meeting Bo’s eyes cautiously. “With the knife given to me by my actual fiance.”

“The more you speak, the more cryptic you’re becoming,” Bo pointed out, frowning deeply. Footsteps suddenly echoed through the hallway, announcing the presence of another being. Bo tore her gaze from the princess, looking past her now. “Tell me you’re lying.”

The princess unsheathed the knife at her side, holding it out to the fallen leader of Mandalore. Bo Katan lifted it into her hands, looking over the signet that was pressed in the blade.

Clan Mudhorn.

“Bo Katan Kryze, it is me. Din Djarin.”

Bo’s eyes shifted between the princess and Din Djarin, then to the knife. “That is certainly one way to become a Mandalorian. Did you send her in first because you knew I’d prefer speaking to her over you?”

“I did, actually.”

Bo Katan gave him a narrowed eyed glare before turning back to the princess. “Is it too late to tell you shouldn’t marry him?”

“I wouldn’t listen even if it wasn’t,” she replied simply, looking up at Din as he stopped behind her.

Bo Katan let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. After several moments allowing her to process everything, she returned to her throne. Nothing she said would change what had been done, and truthfully, Din Djarin wasn’t the worst person the princess could have found herself married to. Though she was certainly curious as to how they had found themselves together –not that she would ask any time soon.

“What do you want?” Bo Katan finally asked as she sat back down, looking out the window once more.

“I need your help,” Din started, “I must bathe in the Living Waters of Mandalore to be redeemed. If you still intend to reclaim the planet –,”

“There are no intentions to reclaim Mandalore,” she interrupted, looking back at him with a deep frown. “I have no people. My fleet abandoned me when I lost the Darksaber.”

The princess looked between the two, brow furrowed. “What is the Darksaber?”

Bo glanced at her, frowning. “You haven’t told her?”

“Told me what?”

“By all intents and purposes, Din Djarin is the rightful ruler of Mandalore.”

There was a heavy silence that fell between the three of them. Din’s stance had tensed, and the princess was simply staring up at him with wide, confused eyes. Bo Katan found the scene entirely too entertaining, if she was honest with herself. She did not know Din Djarin especially well; their interactions had been brief and clipped, if anything. But she did know the princess well enough. And she knew that the princess was probably less than thrilled about finding out about the Darksaber through Bo instead of Din himself.

“And without the Darksaber,” Bo pressed on, cocking her head to the side in amusement. “No Mandalorian will follow me.”

“I do not want it,” Din argued, taking it off his belt and holding it out to Bo. “Take it.”

“That’s not how it works and you know that.”

“How does it work?” The princess all but demanded, looking between the two Mandalorians with a deep set frown on her face.

“It must be won through combat. I must beat him in order to possess it once more.”

“But I cannot just yield and hand it over, apparently.”

“So let me..let me understand this entirely,” the princess finally huffed, putting her hands on her head. Her sleeves slipped down over her arms, and Bo Katan caught a glimpse of a scar that traced up her forearm. The once ruler wondered, briefly, where such a scar had come from. The princess turned to Din now, pointing at him. “You have…one, broken your Creed because of me but did not tell me. Two, have a child who is Force sensitive but did not tell me. And three, are in possession of a weapon that makes you the ruler of a planet…but did not tell me.”

“In my defense –,”

“Din, you have none. There is no defense. You failed to tell me very important details –,”

“It sounds like this is a lover’s quarrel. I am going to have to ask you to take it anywhere but my home,” Bo Katan interrupted, looking between the two. “Please leave me alone. I am…not interested in being involved in any of this. Not anymore.”

The two stopped their bickering —well, the princess stopped her bickering —and turned to Bo, who was waving them out of her home. The footman droid started to usher them out, and finally, Bo Katan glanced up as the princess gave Din a weak shove and a dirty look, no doubt scolding him for withholding details from her.

*****

“I didn’t think it was relevant,” Din pointed out once they boarded the Crest once more.

She had stopped talking to him once they were out of Bo’s sight. Her arms crossed over her chest in defiance as she ignored his help onto the ship, her gaze anywhere but him.

Did he omit details? Yes, he did. But did he do it purposely? Not exactly. Truthfully, he hadn’t considered the consequences of not telling her he held the Darksaber. He didn’t want to think of them; he didn’t even want the weapon. It meant nothing to him or his people, therefore it didn’t need to be brought up.

And regarding Grogu —well, he simply assumed she knew. The kid often used his abilities to get what he wanted. Din just figured the child had used them in front of her before, and she was well educated. She had to know of the Jedi and the Force. There wasn’t a reason for him to assume otherwise.

Though, in hindsight, he should be telling his wife things. Even if they felt irrelevant.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, sitting in the pilot’s seat.

Grogu climbed into her lap, reaching up to tug at the scarf that hung loosely around her neck. Even if she was frustrated with Din, she didn’t take it out on the kid; she smiled down at him, poking his belly gently to greet him. She had mentioned earlier that week, when the Armorer exiled him, that she didn’t like it when her parents argued in front of her. She refused to do so in front of Grogu.

“Did your dad forget to tell me that you’re a Jedi in training?” She teased, lifting Grogu into the air. Her gaze remained focused on the child instead of looking at Din. “And that he was technically king of an entire planet?”

He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help the grin that was forming under his helmet. Even if she was frustrated with him –and she was; there was no doubt about that –she was trying to make light of it the best she could.

“He did,” she continued, still ignoring Din. “He did forget to tell me. Isn’t that just silly of him, Grogu?” The child giggled in her arms, babbling in response as if he was trying to talk back to her. “Exactly, little one. He should have told me –we’re already married, what am I going to do? Run away?”

Her teasing tone had flattened some, and she finally looked at Din as she rested Grogu back in her lap. The child cooed some, standing up to move into Din’s lap next.

“I should have told you,” he conceded, turning to take the child into his arms now. “I didn’t…I wasn’t thinking, truthfully. The Darksaber means nothing to my people, so it didn’t seem important enough to bring up. I am not the ruler of Mandalore and I do not want to be.”

“Then what do you want to be, Din?” She asked, pulling one of her legs into her chest, resting her chin on it.

“I just…I want to be a Mandalorian once more. I want to take care of my clan. That’s all I want and all I’ll ever want.”

She hummed a bit in response before pushing herself out of her seat to stand over him. Her hands rested on either side of his helmet, holding him in place as he looked up at her.

“You’ve already gotten half of that then,” she reassured, pressing her forehead against his gently. “Now we just need to get you to Mandalore to get the rest.”

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Breaking Bonds Ch. 5

Summary: Regardless of logic, something meaningful is developing between you and your husband. Warnings: Slight angst, violence blood and injury A/N: Long chapter ahead, got a lil' carried away. Pacing and past/present is messed up pls ignore.

"Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle? [...] The gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it."

- Nitya Prakash and Richard Siken

[Previous Chapter]

Surprisingly, Rabban didn't grow bored of you as soon as he anticipated.

Quite the opposite, even: Up until now you merely shared a name and your quarters, but from this day onwards the two of you became practically inseparable.

It might sound ridiculous - and honestly, it is - but that one kind act of his was enough to gain at least a tiny fraction of your trust.

Despite Rabban having spent a lifetime of wrongdoings, you were now determined to bring forth the good buried deep inside of your husband, no matter how.

At least you wanted to believe there was still something left to save.

Those aspirations were the last straw, the only thing that would give your life on this nightmarish planet some hope.

Right now, however, being in midst of the arena, you reconsidered whether the potential you saw in him was more wishful thinking than anything.

You got a pedestral seat watching this unnecessary violent event- the favourite sport of their primitive culture - unfold. It was used mainly for entertainmennt, as well as means of punishment or execution.

The Beast was raising his blade, the deafening noise of his admirers cheering him on echoing through the air alongsides the paradox rays of their black sun. He was toying with his contender, showing off since he was certain of victory. No wonder, since it was standard to drug all the opponents before the fight.

Might be your imagination, but he seemed to be scanning the crowd frantically until he found the face he was looking for. A careless action, considering one's gaze should never leave the enemy until the fight was over.

You could've sworn to see a small smile tug on the edges of his lips when he locked eyes with you, desperate to see the slightest hint of adoration from your side.

Rabban had learned something about himself through this marriage: He wants to please, needs to be needed. By his uncle at first of course, but now he's got another fixation - and this one was built on something more than plain trauma.

Well, not only trauma at least.

Your husband genuinely wanted to take care of you, but tragically he did not know how with those hands that only ever knew how to destroy.

He was aware that he could never earn your affection, let alone able to handle being loved...

...but in hindsight he already possessed you, didn't he?

A ray of light hit your face, reflected by the opponent's blade as he struck Rabban's left shoulder. You sucked in a pained breath on his behalf, feeling dizzy as you saw his blood mix with the sand.

You folded your hands as if you were praying for him to win - and as soon as he sees it, newfound thrill flowing through his veins.

Without so much as flinching he tore the blade out of his own flesh, his head held high as he effortlessly brought the other man to his feet without even breaking a sweat.

Only now you realized how ridiculously strong he was indeed - able to snap also your neck whenever he pleased.

You closed your eyes, turning away as your husband went for the kill , sealing his victory. It was a quick death, unusually merciful for their kind that's known to reach new lows concerning sadism.

"My Countess" the bloodied man greeted you confidently, chest swelling with pride as he approached you. You'll never fully get used to your title, 'Countess Rabban'. But the enthusiastic way he adressed it made you almost comfortable with that new role - or rather new life.

"My Cou-" Rabban didn't waste any time, sweeping you off of the ground as soon as you were in reach to go for a borderline-lewd kiss. You could only wonder what was going on in his head, suddenly being so prone to public displays of affec- no, ownership.

"That victory is my gift for you." You hate whenever he'd bestow you other's death and misery - but Rabban literally can't help himself, doesn't know how else to show you he cares.

"You're hurt." He almost seemed pleased with your reaciton - so sympathetically and worried despite the brutality you just witnessed.

"Minor injury" he chuckled darkly, "This is nothing."

The way you looked at him was unlike anything he's ever experienced before. No one had ever dared to approach him with anything else than fear, disgust or malice - and he prided himself on that fact.

Until now that he was practically melting whenever you were unable to keep yourself from smiling, knowing he managed to get this reaction from you.

It felt both right and yet so terribly wrong at the same time, the way you were drawn to his man.

Have you been on Giedi Prime for so long already that you were slowly succumbing to madness, blending in with the Harkonnens you lived among?

During the whole stroll towards your home, you felt Rabban's hand on the small of your back. A subconscious act, perfectly unaware how addicted he had become to your closeness by now.

And yet not unnoticed by others...

"Surely a great achievement, wasn't it?" Your smile wouldn't falter while you patched Rabban up - as he personally requested - nodding along while listening carefully to his overexaggerated stories. You could tell he was desperate for praise, born as the black sheep into this fucked up family.

"Sounds like you did amazing" you compliment his tale and instantly see his eyes light up - yet his fist balling nervously at the same time. He was bad at catching sarcasm, and used to mockery hidden beneath fancy phrasings.

"Careful" you shoo him, not done yet with your stitches. Gladly the blade caused a clean cut, so no tendons or other anatomical strucutres were severed.

Your husband had more luck than judgement, as usual.

"Y/N?" Blinking up at him after having applied the bandage, you suddenly feel his palm cup your much smaller one, thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. "Thank you."

Rabban was smiling at you, different however from the one you were normally used to. A pityful attempt to mimick a friendly demeanour, so contradicitonary to his whole self it was almost comically inaccurate.

"I-I...no problem, really." You felt heat rising to your face, heart fluttering as his other hand cupped your cheek. He was incredibly cautious to be gentle when his palm wandered to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his...

...but just when you were about to surrender yourself to this absurd attraction, you stopped yourself.

Remembering the reason you knew the skill of patching up after all, back when all those lives were - and still are - destroyed by the Harkonnen made you think straight again.

"I'm sorry, Rabban" was all you managed to wring out as you sprung up, violently shaking your head as if to shake those feelings right off.

"Don't be. It's alright." You freeze in your tracks at his understanding reaciton, and yet feel like even the chemical gases of the outside would be less suffocating than his presence.

The Beast watches you leave, chose not to pursue you. He was disappointed with the outcome of his approach, yet uncharacteristically not mad either - just confused, and maybe a little hopeful, at last.

It took you a while to calm down, arranging your thoughts and trying to rationalize your emotions as good as possible. Still, your mind went back again and again to this tender moment you shared, wondering whether it would really be so bad to catch feelings for someone you were tied to either way...

...wait, what in the known universe were you even doing?!

This man is the dead enemy of your homeworld, having caused so much misery that he can never be forgiven!

No. Never!

You might have to tolerate spending your lives together - but you'd be damned if you let the circumstances twist your loneliness into some forlorn type of affection!

This villain is just curious about the customs of usual people. Neither is he capable of having a meaningful bond, nor does he deserve it.

Much to your luck Rabban was nowhere to be found after your return. At least initially you felt alleviated not needing to talk this through - until it dawned on you who would have to pay the price for your insolence.

"Milady, wait!" one of the soldiers begged, fearing the consequence of guiding you to the slave pits. "This is no place for a noblewoman!"

"You dare questioning my decision?" The small garnison immediately stopped in their tracks when you turned around, startled by the hostile glare you shot them. "Maybe I should inform my husband about your lack of cooperation."

As ashamed as you were of this mischievous joy, as satisfying it also was for the roles to be reversed for a change. For them to be forced to listen to your every command, despite you being an 'inferior' Lankiveili.

After all this time of hiding and losing against the Harkonnens, right now you had the upper hand. A small victory, if only symbolic.

"N-No, please" he wrung out, visibly concerned. "Let us at least lead the way. For your safety."

Even during the day the planet's surface was somehow even darker than the inside of those soulless, metallic buildings. Anyone staying here for too long would either suffer chemical burns or choke on the pollution, so wearing protective gear was mandatory.

The slave pits were far away in the middle of nowhere, making it impossible to escape. You've been told that none of them could survive more than three years top under those conditions...

At first you thought Rabban was here because of your neither polite nor subtle rejection, but then you got wind of something different: A maid had informed you about the latest political scheme in the Empire - not that Rabban would care about any of it, as long as his position was secured...

...but well, this time it wasn't. The Emperor had set a decree that would take Arrakis from your husband's lead and give it into the hands of rivaling House Atreides.

Who knows what heinous things he'd do to those poor slaves to let off some steam.

No, it was good this way, as harsh as this might sound. You were developing irrational feelings, so witnessing how the Beast treated others was just what you needed to get down to reality again.

You'd soon find out, seeing your husband at the horizon and in front of him lined up slaves, serving as today's victims. He walks past each of them with one hand on his whip, none daring to look directly into his eyes as he fed on their fear, dwelled in this abstract idea of control and power.

When he finally picked out one that particulary unnerved him for no concrete reason, ready to strike him with his infamous poisoned whip, you leaped in front of that poor person just before the hit, yelling "STOP!"

You don't know what possessed you to do this, or how you even managed to get this far without being grabbed by the bystanding soldiers - but instead of the expected incoming blow, there was dead silence among every involved party.

Even with the mask on he recognized your voice and the body language gave it right away, so graceful and much more docile - yet the shock he was feeling seeing you of all people here was too quickly replaced by fury.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?! I ALMOST CRIPPLED YOU, DAMMIT!"

Rabban turned around, concerning himself with the soldiers and completely forgetting about the slaves you quickly waved off to save themselves. "What the hell is my wife doing here?!"

"My-my Count, she insisted-" the man's breath got sucked right out of his lungs when Rabban's fist met the plexus right under his ribcage.

"Any other objections?" Everyone shook their heads. "Good. Escort her back. Immediately."

"Rabban" It unnerved him that you'd speak to him so casually, so careless in front of third parties. "I have an important matter to discuss with you. In private."

"Later" he deliberately turned you down, not even biding you another look as he went after the escaping slaves. "Got unfinished business. Now get her away from here, carry her if it need to be."

"Hey, I- don't touch me!" Your initial near-death-experience was nothing compared with the frustration you felt skyrocketing a thousandfold right now. "Rabban, please!"

"They wouldn't dare harming you" he assured you as one of the guards casually threw you over his shoulder. It was so unfair, how considerate he could be when he was just about to destroy another person like a goddamn toy.

You were lashing out at your abductor's back, accompanied by the laughter of his men while they carried you inside of the main building. Feeling humiliated, no, tainted by their touch - knowing very well what happened to other maidens from your world that had fallen into the hands of Rabban's henchmen...

...and to think it could get any worse than this...

"Let. Her. Down." You knew that voice, hoarse and absent of any emotion. It made the hair of your neck stand up, head spinning with adrenaline.

"Good" he spoke as you were carefully placed to the ground again, the dagger in his hand pointed towards a door, ordering "Leave us alone. I'll walk her the rest of the way."

"My dear brother-in-law" you cheered in a high-pitched, fake-friendly tone, covering up how terrified you truly were. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

Up until now Feyd had no interest in you whatsoever - and you were damn glad about it.

The current generation of Harkonnens were a distillation of malice, indifference, sadism and dehumanization - with Feyd-Rautha being the most exceptional specimen in all of those characteristics.

Unlike Rabban, he had been raised by the Baron and Piter ever since birth, not a fraction of positive influence left.

Basically, he had been doomed to become a freak from his very first breath.

Even your husband was creeped out by his own brother, the pure evil he impersonated. He never spoke about it openly, but you always noticed how defensive his stance became whenever those two were in the same room.

"Oh, I thought we'd chat a bit while we're on our merry way." He could play the part of a civilized young man to perfection and it made you sick to your stomach.

Sometimes you forgot that no matter how weird it may sound, Rabban was actually the most sane of them all. His poor impulse control just makes people have a wrong impression.

It was actually something you actuall admired about your husband- he carried his heart on his tongue, unlike those fake aristocrats.

"So, how's the marriage life with my brother?" he asked as you were slendering across the halls, every person you came across ducking down in fear of the youngest Harkonnen. "You know, I can hardly imagine what you go through. My uncle used to say he was more beast than man - and they treated him accordingly."

You balled your fists at the thought of a young Rabban being mistreated in the most gruesome ways, having gotten used to those distraught screams he wrung out every night until this day.

But you knew better than to fall for his provocation right away.

"With all due respect" you dropped the courtesy, "Why would you care?"

"Well, I might not know what love feels like - but I sure know how it looks. And my brother seems quite attached to you."

You furrowed your brows in disbelief at his observation, meanwhile he was circling you- as if to analyze what the hell was so special about you. "They say I'm good at reading people, and he's always been an open book to me. Even his own men started talking, and they rarely dare to speak out of line."

"So what?" Your voice was shaking with the uncertainty of his intentions, aware that you were right now a victim to his whims. "As long as we do as we're told, does it really matter what happens in the privacy of our home?"

"Well, you still despise him, don't you?" Feyd was now prventing your advance, standing in front of you in all of his glory. A handsome young man indeed, but everything about him was repulsing nonetheless. "He enslaved your planet and killed countless of your relatives. You must hate him deeply...but maybe I have a solution for this problem."

Feyd's hand reached out for you and you were certain of receiving pain or worse at any second - yet he merely twirled a strand of hair between his fingers, before tucking it behind your ear.

"You don't care about wealth or power" he whispers, almost cheek to cheek with you now. "How admirable. You only wish to wake up from this nightmare and return to your loved ones, don't you? I can arrange that."

Oh, he sure was good with his words. To the untrained eye one would assume someone this charismatic could never be a psychopath - but knowing his true, corrupted soul kept you from falling for his silver tongue.

If it was for his own benefit, he could lie with every breath.

"I am no fool. You wouldn't help someone like me if it wasn't for your personal gain." Shivering at his aura, this intrusion of personal space you could tell he was amused, aroused even. "So why? And how?"

"Ah yes, that's more of a trade. I'll grant you freedom..." Feyd explained as he rummaged in his pockets, pulling out a small flask. "...and you kill a man for me."

"Now what do you say?" he urges, shoving the obvious poison into your hands. "It's untraceable. They'll never find out."

Clutching the small phial in your hand, eyes darting from the liquid inside to your inlaw and back, you croak "I don't understand."

Murder was not punished by law on Giedi Prime - the only justice was the survival of the strongest. It was even greatly encouraged to kill someone shall you desire something they owned, may it be their post or even worse motivators. And Feyd had already tried assassinating his uncle several times, even then remaining unpunished.

"You're perfectly capable of killing Rabban yourself. Why go out of your way, including me in your petty sibling rivalry?"

"Where'd be the fun in that?" the Harkonnen shrugged, a manic grin splitting his face in two. "Having him die at the hands of this foolish crush would be way more rewarding. Just imagine life leaving his eyes when he realizes who is responsible for his demise. Perfect tragedy."

The thought alone made an incredible sadness overcome you.

"And then what, you become Count and terrorize my people?" He would definetly be the worse choice, you thought. But he had a point:

"I don't give a damn about your insignificant planet. I have greater aspirations. But Rabban still sees it as his homeworld, my uncle puts him under house arrest there frequently. I would simply leave you people alone as long as we get your ressources, you have my word."

"So, what do you say? You'll get revenge for your people and return to Lankiveil as widow." There's a chance that this plan might work, that they would let you leave so your folk doesn't revolt. And still... "Who guarantees me that you won't frame me for the deed and have me executed?"

"The choice is yours. You'll never know if you don't try" he urges, visibly irritated of this far too long conversation.

Before he left you by yourself, he turned around one last time - the severity of his words echoing inside of your mind. "Besides: A quick death would be better than a long life full of agony, don't you think? Only a matter of time until he'll revert back to his old self, believe me."

On your now secluded way home you took several detours, even though feeling uncomfortable among other Harkonnens.

Feyd was right in a way, of course.

What if one day Rabban forgets himself in the heat of the moment, and does something he regrets later? Would certainly not be the first time. His brother on the other hand might generally be more dangerous, but intelligent enough to know when to behave shall the risks outweight the benefits.

"Surely he's bluffing" you tried to convince yourself, make sense out of this messed up situation. "It simply can't be true."

Yes, he might temporarily be a little less intense, but Rabban was still Rabban - both brothers evildoers that didn't even hesitate killing their own parents.

They don't love anyone but themselves.

Before you were even close to your chambers, you hear a familiar roar accentuated with fleeing servants throughout the hallways. Stepping foot into your shared bedroom you find it in ruins, your husband sitting on the floor now coated in silence.

"R-Rabban?" you call out for him and you flinch as he stares you down like a feral animal. As soon as he sees your face however his anger subsides, evaporates just like water in the desert.

"Where the hell have you been?!" he grumbled, features softening as he got up again. Anyway, you wished to not be within his hitting range right now."You left before me and were gone for hours."

"I- sorry..." you stuttered, the guilt of your secret conspiracy making you unable to even look at him. "I thought no one was waiting for me here, so I went for a walk."

You immediately began mentally speculating what punishment might follow - until Rabban caught you off guard. He wrapped his arms around you, holding your body firmly against his that was still trembling with rage.

"Never come to the slave pits again" he mumbles into your hair, head resting atop of yours. "Do you have any idea how many people there might try and take your life to get back at me for taking their loved ones?"

Did he just compare you to a beloved person?

"Haha, I doubt it" you chuckle a little flustered, yet the realization was creeping up on you. "It is widely known that you have very little regard for human life, except for your uncle of cour-"

Suddenly he grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to look at him - and the sheer adoration in his eyes made you see the truth. "Your wellbeing is my responsibility, whether you like it or not. Got it?"

Feyd was right after all.

You nod mutely, wanting to change the topic before you might fold completely. "I wanted to see you because I heard what happened to Arrakis."

"Yeah..." His free hand was still placed at your hip, squeezing ever so slightly. "My uncle will punish me soon. I am a failure, a disgrace, and because of this we lost the Spice."

Accusations about his poor government of your own planet were already at the tip of your tongue, yet for some reason you swallowed it in front of a man that had been robbed of the only chance to prove himself.

"Hear me out" you whispered, hands hesistantly resting on his shoulderblades to reassure him. "This is only a trap for House Atreides, I am sure of it."

You could almost hear the gears in your husband's head turning without results. "How?"

"They have grown strong, and their greatness is known throughout the galaxy." Putting two fingers under your chin in a pondering way, you add "Their popularity is threatening the Emperor. He wants them gone."

"And what does all of that have to do with my Arrakis?"

"If you wanted someone disappear without any witnesses, wouldn't you choose a planet with a lethal habitate and poor communication possibilities?"

Rabban's mouth stood slightly agape as he murmured "They'll be erased, and we return."

"Exactly..." Nothing could make you hide the overwhelming sadness you felt at that moment. "So it's not your fault, Rabban. It's merely part of a greater conspiracy."

Your kindness overchallenged him. He was never given it before and did not know how to deal with it properly - and yet you can redirect his anger so well that he almost feels comfortable in his own skin.

"Seems like I owe you my gratitude once again" he laughs and for a moment you think you could get used to this softer side of him. "Is there anything you wish for, so I can make it up to you?"

"I want to see my family!" you blurted out, the answer coming as fast as a lightning bolt. "Take me with you next time you go to Lankiveil."

All this wealth and this is what you settle for?

"Alright, whatever" he rolled his eyes, a little jealous of the people you loved so dearly. "But if your theory is true, I'll be called to battle soon. So be patient with me."

Eradicating a whole bloodline out of selfishness and greed, once again proving your point. As someone from the minor houses you knew better than anyone that there wasn't really a good or bad side in this.

"Don't worry" you feel his palm on your shoulder, "I'll return victorious as always. Those weaklings stand no chance!"

Yes, this Empire was built on the blood and tears of the weak and righteous. All the great houses did atrocious things over the past millenia, and this circle of violence and betrayal will continue until there's no humans left.

One tyrant follows after the other. There were no victims - only culprits and accomplices.

So why were you consoling, encouraging him even?

There was another way, allowing you to prevent this massacre if you weren't so pathetically hesistant. Just murder this wrenched menace and save hundrets, if not thousands of lives!

"Say, Rabban..." you ponder as you fondled with the poison hidden in your sleeve, eyeing the bottle of liquor he'd surely empty this evening. "Why did you never try to kill your uncle and become Baron yourself?"

The Beast had a perplexed expression at that random question, so you tried walking him your lane of thought. "I heard it's common among your people if you want to take someone's place..." You became gradually more quiet, that last part almost inaudible and yet you regretted it slipping out. "...like you did with your father."

"I- don't know." Your husband's voice was an octave deeper, laced with sadness and...guilt? "It was never my wish to have him gone. I'm comfortable with my role as it is."

"You are so loyal to undeserving people..." Your words confuse him, make memories resurface he'd rather remained suppressed. But you wouldn't have any of it. If you were to be judge and executioner, then you wanted the whole truth. "Then why did you kill your father, our dear Count? For power? Because he tried to help my people? Tell me!"

Nothing like that - he merely adapted to his environment.

And still, he remembered the look of betrayal in his father's eyes, as it was yesterday - as well as the distraught scream of his mother. That feeling of killing someone with his bare hands for the first time...

...it was back then that he realized that love couldn't fix a broken man like him after all.

"BECAUSE THEY ABANDONED ME!" he finally snaps, roaring right into your face. "Do you have any idea what it means to live on Giedi Prime when you are unworthy?"

He runs around fiercely, slamming his hands against his temple to keep the past from reemerging. "The things they do to make you obey, how they bend your behavior into a direction beneficial to them? What you endure, what you need to do?"

You can only helplessly watch his breakdown, heart breaking for him as you want to hug this poor child that had been turned into an unstable warmonger.

"I have nothing else" he ultimatively whispers, defeated.

"That's not true - you have me." Taking a few steps forwards, you take his hand...

...and place the flask right into his palm.

"What is this?"

"Poison" you retort flatly, "A deadly one. From your brother, meant for you."

"Why?" He looks at you flabbergasted, fondling with the flask in his leather glove. "You should ask him, not me."

"No" his voice cracks, both stunned and touched by your decision. "I know my brother long enough to believe this is within his range of possibilities. What bothers me is you...why didn't you do it?"

You are at loss for words, contemplating to cowardly flee again - but Rabban insists, slowly coming closer and blocking your exit. "Tell me. I need to hear it."

"Please" you whimper, feeling your resolve shatter as his lips brush yours. "Don't make me say it..."

This is insane, wrong, a betrayal to your people and everyone that had suffered under your husband's influence...

...and yet you find yourself yearning to close the gap between your lips.

Rabban knows very well what Stockholm-Syndrome is. A handful of former victims had thought to love him to make his abuse more bearable. He grew tired of them eventually nonetheless, of their pretentious survival tactic.

"Your father begged for your life back then" he confesses, wants to spill all the disturbing facts about him and wanting you to love him either way, in spite of being contrary to all of your beliefs. "I told him I compromised only to make you watch your pathetic homeworld crumble to dust. And then I behea-"

SLAP

You want to go for another hit but Rabban catches your wrist, staring you down so intensely you hate yourself for what it's doing to you.

It's the first time you kiss him back, grabbing him by the collar to pull him down to your height. You feel him smile against your lips, lifting you up just to throw you onto the nearby mattress.

How many times had you lied here without anything ever happening?

"Tell me to stop" he breathes, carnal tones filling the air as his hands worked their way across your body, "And I will."

You shake your head in approval, moaning uncontrollably while Rabban undressed you, tracing sloppy kisses across your body. It made you high on this feeling, deafening out the voice of reason screaming in your subconsciousness.

For the first time, his touch was meant to mend and not break.

If only you knew that he'll make you regret that affection of yours all too soon...

"I'm not good at being gentle...but for you I'll try."

[Next Chapter]

#dune #dune 2 #beast rabban #glossu rabban #beast rabban/reader #glossu rabban/reader #harkonnen #self insert #fanfiction #dave bautista #dune part two

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I’m not a hater whatsoever just thought the chemistry Jake and Neytiri had in first movie was kinda…. Not there? Also it only took 3 months for them to mutually decide to be life partners idk maybe I’m a cynic. Like for Neytiri especially I think there should’ve been WAAAAAY more turmoil about having feelings for a dude who’s race is like destroying (has destroyed) everything you’ve ever known.

I've been so ready for this discussion.

One, I agree with you that its a little interesting to look at the chemistry between the two in the first movie. To me, its because a lot of their connection and underlying relationship isn't necessarily about surface level 'romance.'

First off, Neytiri, and the Omaticaya up until meeting Jake, had only really dealt with scientists. Scientists who as Mo'at says, had already full cups.

These scientists already had preconceived notions about Pandora and how the planets life worked. It was therefore harder for them to connect spiritually with the Omaticaya, because anytime the Na'vi spoke, the science avatars would immediately translate and treat everything as data.

Also, for the sake of more research I imagine previous avatars were sickly sweet. They want to get in to do research of course, so they would exhibit alot of grace and hospitality. Which is smart, but I image for the Na'vi, they've been so use to the fake kindness that its fucken annoying. They'd have previous avatar claim they want peace meanwhile their home is being torn apart.

I think we've all experienced false kindness before - its more annoying that straight up rudness I swear - CONDESCENDING

Anyway, then Jake comes along, he's I think easier for Neytiri, and the Omaticaya to relate to, because he's a warrior and he doesn't know anyting. He doesn't show up mansplaining to them about how their world works. He understand the battle mindset.

Any militant aliens the Na'vi had met up until that point had been hostile, but Jake shows up ready to learn and submissive to the people.

I understand why they chose him because I think he was just such an interesting concept: A alien who's not there to poke and prod their lives for data, mansplain or shoot them. Just to learn.

Neytiri is a warrior at heart and also very spiritual. I think the sign from Ewya, coupled with the fact that she say how unique and also vulnerable Jake was, it drew her towards him.

As far as how she could forgive him and fall for a skyperson. I don't think its that simple. For one, if you look at some deleted scenes, we see more of Jake's turmoil about lying to the Na'vi, at one point he says that the Na'vi didn't have a word for lie before humans showed up, that we taught them the word.

I think the Na'vi are just far more trusting and forgiving than Humans, and also capable of seeing people as individuals.

Again, Jake showed up vulnerable - "like a baby" as Neytiri puts it. I think Jake has been isolated and alone in much of his life, moreso since losing the use of his legs. He just lost his brother and is basically winging life at this point, he's lost.

Note: I think Ewya's signs: Seeds of sacred tree and Toruk Makto GREATLY impacted Neytiri's draw to Jake. Which look at it anyway you want, Omaticaya are deeply spiritual and that guides them - so I think if you take their viewpoint, those signs around a single skyperson would help them see past some mistakes he's made. Also I have this suspicion that its the raw dumb-himbo/boldness of Jake that also makes Neytiri go..... damn. Like to become Toruk Makto you do put your life on the line - and this skyperson risked his life in such a profound way just to show how dedicated he was to her and to her people.

Neytiri, is a way I think is also lost. Her home is being invaded, her sister was killed before her eyes, and she was then betrothed to her sisters lover. (Tsu-tey was Sylwanin's love and they were suppose to lead the clan next). Which is part of the custom, but still - could not have been easy for her.

As I see it, both of them bonded over loss, being warriors, and the desire to be more.

I don't know if that really justified the lack of chemistry in the first movie - but to me it was more of an innocent, learning to trust and to break from their own isolated 'shells' so to speak.

Before bonding to one another, they both were rather grumpy people - I think they free'd something in each other.

AS FOR THE 3 MONTHS: they spent every single moment together( apart from the like 5 hours a day jake was in human body). Plus war and trauma bonds people we know this. 😁

#neytiri #jake sully #pandora #avatar

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Rose Quartz Propaganda

"We saw her character arc in reverse!! We first saw all the good she did and then learned of her terrible actions in the past. If her story was told the other way around, it would have been a great redemption arc. Yes, she did some terrible things, but she had no choice. She did everything she could to stop the colonization of earth peacefully buy nothing worked. Blue and yellow diamond just didn't listen to her and when they did, THEY were the ones who made the zoo and shit. Rose wanted to free them but couldn't get to them after the war! And with the corruption, there's no way she could have known that'd happen. There's so many things she wanted to do but just couldn't. And with spinel, yes it was shitty to leave her alone for so long, but again, between running her court, running the rebellion, dealing with earth, she likely wasn't a very high priority and like with the zoo, there was no way to get to her after the war since the galaxy warp was destroyed. And don't forget, she was practically a child around this time. You're saying you didn't do any stupid, selfish, or harmful things as a kid? She learned from her experiences and grew, we just saw that growth in reverse, leaving us as viewers with a poor perception of her."

"Rose Quartz is Steven Universe’s dead mom. Initially, she’s set up as sort of an ethereal perfect figure who everyone misses and compares him to. Later we get to see more of her backstory and discover that she’s actually like, a person, with flaws, who has done some bad things, but she did those bad things largely in the course of trying to escape an abusive home life and save the people and planet that she fell in love with. It’s very clear that despite her flaws she was trying to do the right thing and that she deeply cared about others. Unfortunately, a woman who was not a Perfect Martyr was way too much for the Steven Universe fandom to handle. She pretty much set off the wave of SU crit blogs because these people were furious either that she had taken violent measures to solve her problems, that she hadn’t taken violent enough measures to solve her problems, or both somehow. Lots of “Why didn’t she just murder her abusive parental figures?” Lots of “She was evil for having a baby even though she knew she’d die in childbirth!” Lots of “She should’ve been able to protect everyone from a magic nuclear weapon with the power of love somehow.” Lots of “She shouldn’t have rebelled (even though not rebelling would’ve meant the destruction of Earth) because her abusers retaliated and that’s her fault.” LOTS of people drawing her as stick thin even though she was fat in the show. People treated her like she was on the same level or even worse than her abusive parental figures who were also the main villains of the show. It was unbearable to witness."

Katara Propaganda

"She's smart. She's powerful. She an eco-terrorist. She's got the ability to grow as a person. She's a victim of misogynistic fans who codify her as an annoying bitch (sadly not affectionate) cause she's the "mom character." And that's all she will ever be is "The mom character." She bested Azula and could blood bend your ass but won't cause she's chosen not to be a monster! But she's the annoying mom instead."

"if i have to hear ONE MORE *touches necklace* joke i’m gonna mcfreaking lose it"

"despite being one of the most well-written feminist characters of children’s TV, the fandom decides to define her based on her very realistic 14-year-old girl flaws. Ignoring her complex independent arcs and motivations, people love justifying their hatred towards her based on her one line directed at Sokka that he didn’t love his mother as much as she did. Which, if we’re being nitpicky, isn’t so harsh given that it was Katara who shouldered most of the burden of her death, as well as Sokka’s admittance that he doesn’t even remember his mother. Not to mention that ALL the characters make selfish mistakes given the fact that they’re all aged 12-15??? (Aang hiding Katara and Sokka’s father’s letter, anyone???) She really is an elegant breakthrough of the typical female character molds of “girl who is badass” and “girl with a crush on the mc who sits on the sidelines” and it’s so frustrating to see her get the most hate out of the Gaang"

Mabel Pines Propaganda

"[insert "i am 12 years old" comic]"

"You probably already know about this but back when the series was airing people were really pissed at Mabel because she was supposedly selfish. Yeah ok guys asking for a fucking megaphone to help a merman find his family was TOTALLY unreasonable. Dipper giving up one (1) "date" with a girl way older than him to save Mabel's pet was SO not worth it. (This is sarcasm btw. Side note a lot of these have to do with Dipper's crush on Wendy which is a whole other discussion.) And then there's the big one. Mabel causing Weirdmageddon. What people fail to realize with this is that 1) she was extremely stressed when she handed Bill the rift 2) she was tricked by Bill, a being that is A MASTER AT TRICKING PEOPLE, into thinking that she was being handed a magic solution to what felt like the end of the world to her, and 3) she was TWELVE. Not to pull out the "she is literally neurodivergent and a minor" card but do you really expect a 12 year old who's just been told that she's gonna have to face a big and difficult transition WITHOUT her brother who's been there for her all her life to make a rational decision? Y'all seriously fell for Bill's empty words in Sock Opera. Absolute bufoons. You would not survive Weirdmageddon."

"Oh wow, a preteen girl under extreme distress acts like a preteen girl under extreme distress. Whoda thunk?"

#finals #females fucked over tournament #steven universe #avatar the last airbender #gravity falls #rose quartz #katara #mabel pines #raise of hands whos actually surprised that this is the finals

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