#there's no place in the new world for him. this world of wisers and humans united is not somewhere rin can exist
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👑🩰MOVIE THERAPY👑🩰
-In this post, I want to mention the lessons I learnt from two beautiful movies - Queen and English Vinglish. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND these movies!!!! Both the movies start with women who are timid , stuck in their past , trying to please others , lack self love , dependent on others but in the end they become independent, confident and develop self love. Isn't that wonderful ?
Let's start from Queen movie starring Kangana Ranaut, Rajkumar Rao and Lisa Haydon. It's about a girl named Rani who was dumped by her fiance and she decides to go on honeymoon, all by herself
1) If they leave you, it's not the end of the world.
Rani's fiance dumped her just before the wedding, ofc she was heartbroken and locked herself in room . After that she decided to go to honeymoon, all by herself! She went to the same place where she was supposed to go after her marriage - Amsterdam , Paris . I know it hurts , when a close one , whether it's your fiance , boyfriend, girlfriend , best friend etc leaves your side with/without any reason. As once a wise women said , you lose people who aren't meant for the best version of you . Even if they leave, you have to enjoy your own company and continue with your own life . Vijay aka Rani's fiance cancelling the wedding was a blessing in disguise . Also if they left without any reason or if they were just embarrassed by you , they didn't deserve you at all .
2) YOU ARE COMPLETE ON YOUR OWN
Yes , here is a spoiler from the movie , Rani doesn't end up with any new guy or gets married to her ex fiance. Infact , she becomes independent and free. You are whole on your own. You are complete on your own , you don't need anyone to complete you. You are a queen/king and will always remain one ! You can be happy on your own. You don't need anyone or their approval.
3) Have fun with friends , don't judge each other
Rani met VijayLaxmi , Olexander or ( Sikander🐵) , Taka and time. Their friendship was perfect example of "opposites attract " . However , despite the differences, she never judged them because she knew they were good human beings , deep inside .
4) A make over is never a bad idea !
A makeover can make you feel confident in yourself. The way you present and take care of yourself also shows how much you love and respect yourself. So wear a pretty pink dress and straight your hair or maybe curl them , whatever you like ! Also REMEMBER YOU ARE DOING IT FOR YOUUU!!!!!!!🧁💖
5) Step outside of your comfort zone
Why?? You don't grow in your comfort zone. Rani stepped out of her native country and tralleveled all alone to a country where she was supposed to go with her ex fiance. Remember Great things never come from comfort zone.
6) Free yourself
Be independent. Love yourself. Respect yourself. There is a scene in the movie where Rani rejects her fiance when he comes back while they play a beautiful and meaningful song in background . That scene represents Rani's walk of liberation. Rani finally became independent, learnt to love herself and be her own person !!
7) " Thank you " - Rani, Queen 2013
Rani thanks her fiance when he comes back to her. No, she doesn't take him back . She finally realized that if he didn't cancel the marriage, she would have never become her highest self which was confident , full of self love and independent. It was truly a blessing in disguise. Say thank you to all those hurtful past experiences, those experiences made you wiser. Say thank you to all the people who left you at your worst because they made you realize that you only need one person and that's YOU !
Lessons learnt from English vinglish , starring Sridevi . It's about a woman named Shashi who didn't receive any respect from her family peers for not knowing English. She was also timid and often mistreated by her daughter and not appreciated enough by her own husband.
1) Step out of your comfort zone
Shashi went to New York inorder to attend her sister's wedding but she couldn't speak or understand English. She went to a country where she didn't know how to communicate with anyone. You must get comfortable with the uncomfortable.
2) Turn your weakness into strength
Shashi was mocked by her own family for not knowing English. She took English classes and learnt English. She was committed and determined to learn English so she succeeded . She gave a meaningful speech in English too which shocked her daughter and her husband whereas some people were proud of her - her little son , her other cousin Radha , her English teacher and class peers. Later , her family also felt bad for mistreating like and they developed respect for her . Also please respect your parents , don't humiliate them for not knowing something or anything. The scene where Shashi cried because her daughter disrespected her were so painful to watch .
3) Don't allow others to degrade your hobbies / Job
Shashi was never appreciated for her being good at making sweets and her buisness was going pretty well but she never got the appreciation she deserved and was degraded by her own husband for being called " entrepreneur ". If you like something and if it is beneficial to you too , then don't care what others are saying , even if it's someone from your family.
3) Self love
Shashi summarized it in few words which hit hard so I will just end this post with her quote
" When you don't like yourself, you tend to dislike everything associated with you . New things seem to be more attractive , but once you start loving yourself , the same old life begins to feel new and good "
-Shashi , English Vinglish , 2012
#queen#english vinglish#feminist movies tbh#law of assumption#positivity#self love#self worth#respect yourself#wonyoungism#self help#it girl mentality#must watch movies#girlboss#girlblogger#self concept#loa#master manifestor#it girl#believe in your own magic#neville goddard#bollywood#bollywoodedit#bollygifs#affirmations#assume and persist#self esteem#self improvement#affirm and persist#persistence#self concept icons
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The Best of Both Worlds
Din Djarin x Female Reader Modern!AU
Summary: When a new Star Wars TV show called The Mandalorian premiered, you found yourself completely enamoured with the titular character. Enjoyment of watching the lone bounty hunter travel through the galaxy quickly turned to obsession. There was just something about the show that captured your imagination. Now, you spend much of your free time — when you're not working a fast-paced, minimum wage and incredibly stressful job at a prestigious London Museum— speaking to your online friends about your love for the show.
There's just one thing...
Despite how much you love The Mandalorian, no one knows the identity of the man behind the helmet... either in the show, or in real life. You only know him as Mando. No one has ever seen his face, no one knows his name.
Even after the countless hours of speculation from fans online, which even you have occasionally participated in, no one is any the wiser to the identity of the mysterious man who wears the shiny armour.
Surely, given the depth of your love for the show, you'd recognise if the man who you spend so much time obsessing over online was to ever cross paths with you. Right?
Content Warnings: Reader is AFAB, uses she/her pronouns and in her mid 20s. Age gap between her and Din is noted but not really central to the story. Grogu is human, hints of past trauma/child abuse before Din adopted him are mentioned but not described in detail. Some mature scenes later on in the fic but not explicit smut... because I just cannot write x reader smut!
Author's Note: SO very excited to finally share this fic! Thank you to the lovely @suresnips for being my beta. I really appreciate you ♡
This baby was originally my NaNoWriMo 2023 project and was inspired by this post from @toxic-seduction that I saw one evening and couldn't stop thinking about! POVs will alternate chapter to chapter from Din to reader. It was fun to write that way! Set in London for a few reasons: partly because I love the movie Notting Hill and it has some of those vibes (if you squint), also, the village where Din lives is based on Elstree Studios just outside London, where the OT was filmed and ultimately because NO WAY was I writing a modern!AU set in the states, it would've been painfully obvious a Brit wrote it. While there are lots of references to places in London, I don't live there so it might not be truly accurate (Londoners don't come for me).
Also, to be political for a sec, reader works at the British Museum and I hate that institution. This was actually the line of work I was interested in when I was at Uni but for many different reasons I did not pursue it. However, it works for the plot of this story and as you'll see, she doesn't exactly love it either and goes on a few rants. Just wanted to make that clear that her job there is not an endorsement of it or anything. I can't stand them or their historical apologist bs and I wish we would give back all the things we stole (including the Parthenon Marbles)!
Finally, it was incredibly important to me that the actor behind Mando in this fic clearly be the fictional character of Din Djarin rather than the real person Pedro Pascal, because rpf is not my jam! I hope I did that pretty well but just wanted to warn that if you're expecting me to use Din as some kind of way to write a Pedro fic, this won't be for you! Okay, I'll shut up now! This fic is fully written, just needs editing so hopefully I'll get a couple of chapters up each week, but life happens. I'm very proud of this one and I really hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Also if you would like to be added to my taglist for this fic, please let me know!
Happy reading ♡
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Why Does It Always Rain On Me? [Reader POV]: After a dreadful day which saw you drenched by a rainstorm after leaving a hectic day at work, you reflect on your love for Mando and upcoming excitement for the sci-fi convention you will soon be attending with your internet best friend.
He Is My Only Priority [Din's Pov]: The character of The Mandalorian is known and loved by millions. But there is another, much softer side to the man who portrays him that Din Djarin is determined to keep hidden from the world, despite the challenges that presents for him and his beloved son, Grogu.
This Is Why (I Don't Leave The House) [Reader's POV]: Your internet bestie arrives in preparation for the Star Wars convention you will attend together. Everything is set for the greatest weekend of your life! Until you arrive at the con and find yourself overwhelmed by all the crowds and noise. At least you have numerous incredibly realistic Mando cosplays to distract you from how stressed you feel, and there's one in particular which is uncannily accurate...
Curiosity Killed The Cat [Din's POV]: Despite his reservations and against his better instincts, Din heads to a Star Wars convention that he was invited to. Although he fears that his cover will be blown, curiosity gets the best of Din and he can't resist attending a panel. But Din doesn't exactly find the answers he was looking for. Instead, he finds something far more precious. Something that he would never have expected...
He's So Tall (And Handsome As Hell) [Reader's POV]: Being back in the real world and returning to work after an incredible weekend at the convention where you had so many fun experiences is taking its toll on you. The thought of collapsing on your couch in front of The Mandalorian is the only thing keeping you going. However, the universe has other plans for you. News of an out-of-hours tour for a private client that you are asked to lead almost sends you over the edge, but when you finally meet the man, he is the opposite of what you were expecting. Weirdly, he seems familiar...
With A Little Help From My Friends [Din's POV]: Din returns to the set of The Mandalorian to begin filming a new season. Despite his experience and capability, he finds that he struggles to focus as his thoughts remain firmly fixed on a certain someone...
You're The Sunflower [Reader's POV]: Despite feeling certain that you'll never see the ridiculously handsome man you gave a tour of the museum to, a special delivery is about to change everything...
Your Face Hung Up High In The Gallery [Din's POV]: After a difficult few days of filming The Mandalorian, Din is excited to spend time with you as he finally takes you on your first proper date...
Have I Known You Twenty Seconds or Twenty Years? - (Reader's POV): Despite a messy evening which led to you waking up in an opulent hotel which you have no memory of falling asleep in, memories of kind brown eyes and breathless kisses soon come flooding back to soothe your soul. Your relationship deepens as the two of you spending time together whenever your busy schedules allow. But one night, a turn of events causes you - despite Din's reassurances - to wonder if everything you have been working so hard to build together has just come crashing down around you...
There's A War Inside Of Me - [Din's POV]: The realities of the secret he is keeping from you begin to weigh heavily on Din's mind and he seeks advice from a certain curly haired co-star on what his next move should be. Things don't go exactly according to plan, not least because of the typically awful English weather...
It Could Be Love, We Could Be The Way Forward - [Reader's POV]: With your respective busy jobs keeping you and Din apart, a mystery date after a hectic day at work is exactly what you needed.
The Calm - [Din's POV]: When filming overruns and conspires to keep Din from the fun weekend he planned for you, he agonises over his decision. Fortunately, he manages to salvage the weekend, even after a calamity involving a rowboat...
P.S. - I tried to be inclusive for all body types and skin tones in this fic, but if I missed something, I do apologise. If you do spot something that takes you out of the fic, I am more than happy for constructive criticism as I wouldn't want anyone to be excluded on those grounds. I am always trying to do better and would love to know where I went wrong so I can improve and be more aware of these things going forward, so I would appreciate it if you could let me know if you do spot anything. Thank you so much! ♡
#my fics#tbobw#din djarin fic#din djarin x reader#din djarin x you#the mandalorian x reader#mando x reader#din djarin#pedro pascal characters#the mandalorian fanfiction#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal#pedro boys
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Pretty, Pretty Panties
Kinkmas Day 3: Lingerie/Stockings
Pairing: Lo’ak x Fem!Human!Reader
Warnings: AgedUp!Lo’ak, Grinding (cause I can’t think of a better word for this?), Size Difference
Word Count: 1.9K
A/N: I was trying to see if there was a specific word for this kind of sex act and Google decided to bring me hurtling back into the world of Urban Dictionary and y’all . . . Urban Dictionary is WILD
A/N 2: I have exactly zero other prompts prepped after this one so this is going to be exactly like Kinktober lmao
Summary: Lo’ak has always been intrigued by human items, but your panties may just be his favorite of them all.
Translations:
Tawtute - Human
Olo’eyktan - Clan Leader
Tewng - Loincloth
Yawne - Beloved
Lo’ak’s always been intrigued by human items.
It’s only natural - his father was a human, long before Eywa granted him a new life permanently in the body of his Avatar. He, himself, is undeniably part human. The hair on his brow bones and extra finger on both of his hands are features that can only ever come from one place, telling the story of his unique family lineage and the source of his low self-esteem during his teenage years.
He’s since grown out of the self-hatred his different traits brought upon him, learning to accept who he is and be proud of his differences despite where they come from. Besides, not all humans are bad. His grandmother had told them once that the humans that stayed behind on Pandora after the first war were all part Na’vi - not in looks, of course, but in soul. They are the ones who fought for peace, who heard the call of Eywa, even with their tiny, round tawtute ears, and earned their place amongst The People despite looking like the enemy.
His father was one of them, a long time ago, and he became Toruk Makto with his hairy eyebrows and extra fingered hands. It used to be suffocating, to be drowning under the shadow of such a successful man, always feeling like a disappointment, a failure, and never knowing if he was ever going to be half the man his father is. But things are different now. Lo’ak is older and wiser, and he can proudly say he feels honored to share in those similarities with such a great man.
Human DNA is in his veins, their technology now a staple in the Omatikaya Clan, introduced at the insistence of his father. Throat comms wrap around the necks of every hunter and warrior, tablets are used to help keep track and categorize supplies of both the clan’s reserves as well as the outpost’s inventory. Every warrior must go through vigorous gun training, learning how to handle the weapon, how to shoot and reload with military precision. The bad humans are gone now, with no sight of ever looking like they’re going to return, but the Olo’eyktan does not take chances, and he will not have his family run out of their home ever again.
Lo’ak knows it all, his long blue fingers fiddling with any piece of technology confidently. But it’s not just technology he’s interested in. He’s tried clothes before, stealing the largest t-shirt he could find from one of the science guys just to try it. It fit, but just barely, the material stretching across his lean shoulders a little too tightly and feeling way too constricting for his own taste, the bottom hem stopping about halfway down his torso. You laughed when you saw it, tears filling your eyes as you pointed at his midriff just barely able to gasp out the words ‘crop top’ through your full bodied laughter.
The shirt didn’t work for him, he was okay with that. He was curious, he tried, he learned - and that was that. He never really thought he would want to go around wearing tawtute clothing even if they would have fit him right.
You, on the other hand . . .
. . . well, those panties fit you perfectly.
It’s not like humans go out in their underwear, and Spider is the only human bold enough to regularly walk around in a tewng, so Lo’ak only finds out exactly what’s underneath those annoying layers of tawtute clothing when the two of you start fucking around. The chest covering, a ‘bra’ you called it, is completely unnecessary. There’s no need to cover up as much as humans do, and to hide such perfect tits in an uncomfortable wired cradle is a torture that he will never understand why someone would put themselves through, and, frankly, it’s a slight against Eywa to cover up such gifts.
The panties though? Yeah, they can stay. They look so much like a tewng, covering your most intimate parts like a privacy cover, only missing the front flap to make them identical in look. You have different ones - different colors, different textures, and different styles that show various levels of undress for your perfect ass.
Lo’ak loves them all, but currently, the one’s he’s fucking are his favorite.
It’s a tiny thing, like you, light pink with a cute little bow in the front, and the soft material feels like heaven on his cock as he glides through your wet folds.
You look so good underneath him, hair splayed out like a halo on your pillow as you gasp and whine every time the head of his cock slides over your clit, tiny hands fisting into the sheets for support as his own hands push your knees back against your chest to keep you spread open.
You’re still wearing your panties, and a part of him wants to growl in frustration and rip the delicate material from your body for not being able to have an unobscured visual of your puffy pussy. But you’re so wet, so so wet that the panties have all but become transparent with your slick, making them sticky and see through enough that he can see both the outline of your labia and his length as he rubs against you underneath it.
He shivers as he thrusts faster, the wetness of your arousal making the slip across your swollen clit all the more easy, and a growled moan escapes him as the wet sounds your pussy makes at the increased pace invade his ears. The tip of his cock is nudging against the wet fabric with each pass, the large bulge pushing the material away from your body with each thrust just from the sheer size of him. The underside of your panties is dragging against the length of his cock, working in unison with your silky pussy against the underside to tease him into insanity.
Your whines get louder, hips twisting in response to the never ending stimulation on the sensitive bundle of nerves, dripping hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. “Lo’ak, please,”
He hums at the sound of his name, his name, moaned in that beautiful voice of yours, eyes flicking up from the obscene view of where your bodies are meeting to your face. “Yes, yawne? What can I do for you?”
“P-please, fuck me,” You beg. Your legs are trembling in his hold, desperate to kick out and wrap around his hips to try and pull him in. “Please,”
“Hm,” He grins, sharp canines on display, glittering in the fluorescent lighting of your bedroom. “Does my pretty girl feel empty? Need some big Na’vi cock to fill you up?”
You nod, frantically, heat pooling in your cheeks as the coil in your belly tightens at the thought of his cock splitting you open. You want it so badly, want to feel his length push into you, want to experience it as it keeps pushing, filling you up more and more and feeling like it might never stop. You want to see that bulge currently working underneath the cover of your sticky panties in your stomach instead - want to watch it disappear as he pulls out only to reappear again when he thrusts back in, deeper and deeper as he fucks your cunt so good in a way you know only he ever could.
He wants that too, wants to feel what your gummy walls feel like wrapped around his cock. He knows the sight would just about kill him, to see your soaking hole stretch to its limits trying to take a cock that’s way too big for you. How suffocatingly tight you would feel, to finally be inside you (or at least as much inside as he can fit).
He can’t help it, he just wants to see what it looks like, and he stops the tortuous drag of his cock along your clit to slide down the length of your pussy. One of his hands let go of your thigh to pull your panties to the side, mouth watering at the sight of your soaked core and puffy clit now completely visible to his hungry gaze. His breathing is shaky when he presses the tip of his cock against your tight entrance, the head rubbing gently at the pulsing hole as you mewl underneath him.
“Lo,” You moan, back arching as you try to push your hips down further against him. “More,”
“More, huh?” Lo’ak groans, pressing just a little bit harder against you and watching as your entrance gives under the pressure, trying to stretch around him and welcome him in. “This slutty little pussy wants more? So greedy,”
Your wide eyes glisten with unshed tears, red rimmed and watery from the way he’s teasing you. He won’t push in, won’t give you anything more than the small presses of pressure against your sopping hole, just enough to get you to start to stretch around the tip only to snap back when the pressure releases. “Lo’ak, please!”
His fangs dig into his bottom lip, a soft growl echoing through the room as he steels himself to be strong. You’re not ready, he’s too big and he doesn’t want to hurt you. You gasp when he pushes against your entrance again, cock slipping against your wetness and running up your slit and across your clit roughly making you jump.
Lo’ak releases his hold on your panties, letting the soaked garment snap back in place over your cunt and his heated length.
“Can’t,” He grunts, once again beginning the agonizing stimulation of him sliding against your pussy. The soaked squelching sounds as his cock glides against your clit are obscene and wonderful, and your responding moans and whines sound even better as his ears flick to catch the sound. “Wanna fuck your pretty, pretty panties.”
Your hands latch onto Lo’ak’s wrists, nails digging into his skin as the coil in your belly tightens up more. The bite from your nails only intensifies the feeling, and Lo’ak can feel his own orgasm barreling towards him, and fuck, only you can make him feel like this without any penetration at all.
It’s all wet in your pretty panties, all wet and gooey, and your arousal soaks his cock so good as he rocks against your soft folds. The fabric of the panties are rubbing against the head of his cock with each thrust, the added sensation only adding to the intensity. And when you cum, back arched and whimpering his name as he slides against your clit over and over and over again, dripping hole clenching around nothing as your body shakes with pleasure, the sight sends him over the edge, too.
His orgasm hits him hard, ropes of pearly release painting your sensitive pussy and the inside of your pretty pink panties as he moans. Slowly, he pulls his cock out from underneath the fabric, letting the panties press back in place over your cunt with the sticky mess he left behind between you and the ruined material.
And you look so beautiful like that, so sexy as you lie there, panting and looking like you just got fucked within an inch of your life despite the fact that you didn’t even take his tip, let alone his entire cock. The pink panties are pretty, and you wear them so well.
But now he can’t help but wonder if you maybe have a pair in blue too.
**Special thanks to @neteyamsyawntu for the prompt!
Taglist: @eywaite @loaksulluyswife @erenjaegerwifee @f-cklife @beautiful-brown-skin-05 @anastasia1777-blog @localjasmine @tsewtx @skywonder @neteyamswillow
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Thinkin' of WOF Au for DC, but like, it's a Gothamite and Fawcett thing. (And Amity Park if crossover)
Like those are the most magical areas in the world, even if Gotham is cursed as fuck. An unspoken secret of sorts that while they present themselves as human to outsiders, they are all Very Much Not.
Which means hilariously in the league, when everyone expects Batman to be suspicious and short with the new guy- even made bets on it- they are then shooketh when both visibly relax and start talking.
And half the shared complaints don't make sense!
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Now Gotham technically has no Queen, nor does Fawcett, but Batman and Captain Marvel are the closest things. Not in the traditional sense of back when they were in separate tribes (& maybe from a different dimension but shh that was millennia ago) but in the sense of, they're the ones patrolling and protecting the cities along with calling the shots in disasters.
Which does sort of change the dynamic they both have in their city. If one of them calls to arms, the city would follow them. They could declare war, and their cities (begrudgingly in Gotham's underbelly's case of strongest is in charge) would follow.
And while Billy is oblivious, both Marvel-the-not-hivemind and Batman are. They know they have to be very careful.
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I'm sure we all want Nightwing Bruce but no. Bruce, like both his mother and father and father's father and so on before him, is actually an Icewing.
The Waynes however, have a case of melanism running in their bloodline. Thomas Wayne? Only his quills and part of his back were darker, but Bruce? Practically pitch black scales that shadow his eyes.
Now Alfred on the other hand, is a Nightwing. No special powers there, though you would hear many a child protest with how he seems to know everything.
Commissioner Gordon is a Mudwing, big stocky and very tired, which translates to his human disguise as a large trenchcoat. He finds this very amusing.
Barbara similarly, is half Mudwing. Her mother was a Hivewing, making her a hybrid between both. Which does ironically mean that Batgirl does in fact have insectoid wings. Though that does ponder the question on if they'd all go by their original vigilante names.
Dick is a Silkwing. Wingless as he watches his parents fall and unable to do anything despite this place supposedly being safe for beings like them. He grows into his own, and his wings, when they come in, are dark Gotham colors through and through, with the deep blue of the sky he's come to crave.
Jason is a hybrid between a Mudwing and a Skywing. He's also an animus- not that he knew that. He doesn't find out until he's dying, telling himself to not die, to get back to Gotham, to his dad, his family-
And then he wakes up in his Coffin, alive.
Now Cass, raised to be the perfect killer, is also a hybrid, just one between a Nightwing and a Rainwing, egg set out under the moon. Which succeeds, partially. She can't straight up read minds, but combined with her talent in reading body language on both human and inhuman bodies, it's a near thing.
Tim is a Seawing, borderline abandoned by his parents who seek treasures and more wealth as he's trapped back in a city where the water is dark and poisoned. But he's Gothamite, through and through, and he adapts. Scales darker than the original blues he was born with, and glow shifting to that sickly white of the Gotham's Bats.
Now Steph, is a full-blooded Rainwing, and can in fact change her scales, but can mostly be found in purples and golds. Though for a short time she was in another set of colors, thought dead before she slithered out of the shadows older and wiser than before.
Damian is his father's son, but he's also an Al-Ghul. The not-quite dragonet is half Icewing, and half Sandwing. And struggled to adjust at first, to a place so different from his first home where the only other dragons were blood related. But like any Wayne before him, he adjusts, and he adapts.
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Billy wasn't a Beetlewing originally, and perhaps he would have hesitated if he'd known it would change him, would change his body and the last thing he had of his parents. But his friends, his Team and new family help.
And he can pass as a Silkwing like their sort-of foster mother. All six of them can do so now, even if the others look more like hybrids themselves thanks to not being the Champion. They might not be, but they're his family.
And that's enough.
#dc#dcu#batman au#batman#captain marvel#billy batson#gotham#wof#wings of fire#fuck it#prompts#batfamily#batfam prompts#dragons#dragon au#who knows why they can turn human or make people believe that's what they are#could be an animus thing could just be a gift from the City Spirits themselves#Gotham's no-man's land arc would be hella different me thinks#dragon cities gotta stick together after all#Billy when first seeing Batman: Oh thank fuck another dragon I keep having to stop myself from asking questions bout wtf they're talkin bou#Bat(oh god another vigilante child)man: ... Oh I understand that perfectly come to this place at this time & I can give you a powerpoint on#human stuff because if your home is anything like Gotham then humanity and aliens are a bit horn-scratching strange#Does Batman adopt Billy? No.#Billy & Co ends up similar to Barbara & Steph lol#They're not adopted but here have rooms & credit card & a college fund & anything else u or ur foster parents might need#y'know i bet martian manhunter would get along with most dragon people over the 'so how do human again'#also just in case someone wants to#dcxdp#dpxdc#also had a random idea that this could be a fun white-collar crossover
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Gyutaro x Human!Reader: You Think He's Dead and Attempt to Save Him
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WC - 1.7K
TW - Graphic descriptions of gore, angst, sads, language, death
A/N - idk felt sads today
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No…. no no no no no…
Your chest tightened painfully as horror filled your features. He had told you to stay away from this fight, but you couldn’t stay away. Your worry for him was certainly going to be the end of you one day. What could you do about the threat if Gyutaro couldn’t even handle it? You’re a simple human, destined to die far before Gyutaro’s natural lifespan makes its end.
Blood and gore surround you, glistening under the moonlight, a scene straight from a horror novel. At first, you couldn’t recognize who the viscera belonged to. Your head felt faint, bile trying to shoot up to your throat. You prayed to whatever god was listening that it wasn’t who you thought it was. Your beloved was one of the strongest beings in existence! There was no way he could lose to whatever had challenged him.
Then you found it.
You refused to accept it until you held it in your hands.
Tremors seized you as what you held in your palm lay limp and lifeless, merely a remnant of the thing you cherish the most in this world.
A tuft of green and black, stained with blood, stares back at you with a confirmation you desperately want to deny.
The bile in your throat finally breaches as you empty your stomach onto the ground in front of you.
This wasn’t real. You told yourself that it was all a bad dream and that you’d wake up.
You barely noticed the distant sounds of crushing blows and fighting as you just sat on your knees and heaved. You were still very much in the middle of a battlefield, it seemed. Was Daki still struggling? Did she know about the condition of her brother?
Once you had nothing else to vomit, you squeezed your eyes shut with the tuft of hair still in your hand and let out a strained sob. The acid that passed through your esophagus made your voice hoarse, but that just made the loss evermore apparent in your wails.
Maybe you should move. Maybe you should run. Maybe you should look for a place to hide. But what does it matter anymore? The only thing that ever mattered was him. Could you accept that he was gone? Would you?
You tried to look forward through watery eyes, only to flinch and let out another cry of anguish.
A disembodied arm lay only several feet away from you. While blurry, the tone of the skin only confirmed your new reality even further.
Without much thought, you crawled through the slick, bloodstained grass. Then, once close enough, you shakily, yet desperately reach out to the arm.
The arm that once held you closer than any mother to their child.
The arm you once felt rubbing your back while you fell ill to a suspicious seafood dish.
The arm you once held while watching dozens of fireworks wash you both with brilliant colors.
The arm you’ll never feel draped over your mid-section as you awaken from slumber ever again.
…
Gyutaro’s attention immediately snaps from the “fight” to a strange sensation he felt far away. He could tell something had gripped one of his body parts, but his ability to pinpoint exactly which one was limited based on the proximity of his actual consciousness.
Over the past hour, he and Daki had been humoring a lower moon that had the audacity to challenge them for the Upper Moon Six title.
Well, humoring would be a bit inaccurate.
They’re humiliating the wretched creature.
In perfect tandem, thanks mostly due to a partially shared consciousness, they played trick after degrading trick on the challenger. This final one was making them think they’d been getting the upper hand by defeating Gyutaro. He allowed himself to be reduced to viscera, the challenger none the wiser of the secret the sibling shared.
If one is standing, the other will never die.
The finale to this fight , which is quickly becoming boring to the siblings, would be Daki luring them back to Gyutaro’s “corpse,” only for Gyutaro to quickly reassemble himself and instill that one final blow to the lowly demon’s ego before ending their pathetic undead life.
At least… that WAS the plan.
Gyutaro curiously allowed for a portion of his consciousness to re-animate an eyeball that had been flown across the forest floor to see what was touching him.
….shit….
While slightly blurry, he could make out enough of a scene to make his heart drop.
Of course, you hadn’t listened to him. You were stubborn.
He wanted to be angry in the moment, and he may have been. However, the jarred movements you were making while hugging his severed arm close to your bloody kimono only filled him with guilt.
What’s worse? You’re covered in his blood. His vile, venomous blood. Even a micro cut could allow his poison to infect you.
“Change of plans, Daki. Cut the bug’s pathetic life short.”
Before she could even question him, his presence was absent from her body.
Daki paused, falling to the ground from the tree branch she was perched on. The other demon growled and dropped a few meters in front of her.
“Finally done running, bitch? Just cause your abomination of a brother is currently a red mist on the ground doesn’t mean I’m done with you-“
“Yeah yeah, sure, listen. I don’t have time to babysit you anymore, kay?”
Not even a second later, without giving them an opportunity process what she just said, six pink obi belts came from every direction and impaled the demon’s body.
“Have fun watching the sunrise, bug.”
Angry, pained gurgling sounds followed as Daki began to walk away. With a belt coming out of the back of their throat and through their mouth, they couldn’t spit any more bile. They’re done for.
…
An idea emerged from your irrational and erratic mind. Maybe… maybe it wasn’t over. Not just yet. You were desperate and unwilling to accept his death.
You stared down at the lifeless arm when a memory shot through your thoughts.
He can regenerate, right? The more humans he eats, the stronger he becomes. What if you… what if you could feed him somehow?
You had very little understanding of how demons worked. Gyutaro tries to keep that life away from you as much as he can.
You hurriedly looked around, hope filling your chest when you find a sharp stone laying within arms reach of you. You quickly grab it, bring it to your wrist, and…
“You wanna die?!”
Before you could register the familiar voice that came from seemingly every direction, a foot kicked the stone out of your grasp and into the brush.
The action worked like a flashbang, sound appearing to not exist as your frozen body is unable to process anything.
After what felt like minutes, but may have actually been moments, your head snapped up to find the owner of the foot, only for your eyes to widen in horror once more.
A pair of disembodied legs, while obviously belonging to Gyutaro, lacked the rest of their owner. Yet, they stood in front of you, as lively as though they were a part of a whole person. The flesh exposed where the abdomen would begin was writhing in a rapid and grotesque manner.
“Wh-wha-“
“Stupid girl! This is why I told ya to stay at home!”
Suddenly the arm in your grasp was ripped from you by an invisible force.
Then, various masses of flesh seemed to enter a vacuum and return to fit a complex puzzle that was the rest of his body.
What looked like it should take hours happened in mere moments. The abdomen, the torso, the arms, then finally, the head…
The eyes that bore into yours with what appeared to be blinding rage.
The eyes you never thought you’d gaze upon ever again.
Your eyes became misty, slight disbelief being the only thing keeping you from tackling him in an embrace.
He looked to be screaming, but all you heard was the melodic sound of his living voice. The confirmation that your love was still here.
“Are you listening to me?! Ya realize how dangerous the stunt you pulled was?! HUH?!”
Was he mad? Maybe. Was he scared? Definitely. He just witnessed you almost poison yourself in vain. He couldn’t fathom your stupidity, but he had realized in the moments before you sliced you skin just how easily you could be ripped away from him. Even your own hands were a threat.
“You woulda died! And I coulda done NOTHIN’ ABOUT IT!! You’re a HUMAN! A WEAK HUMAN!”
A weak human he can’t live without.
“DO YA NEVER THINK BEFORE YA DO THINGS?! DO YA- OOF-“
His fit was interrupted by the entirety of your body weight being flung at him with great force. He stumbled backward as you clung to him, eventually sending him falling on his back.
Still stunned, he stared down at your form in surprise. You had begun wailing into his chest as if your life hinged on the strength of your lungs.
Feeling the adrenaline dissipating, the realization sunk in deep.
You genuinely believed he was dead.
He saw how broken you would be if he were to really die.
You need him just as much as he needs you.
He hadn’t realized his hands were shaking until he went to hold you closer.
“Hey…”
You couldn’t hear him. All you could do was desperately cling to him.
“M’not goin anywhere, calm down-“
He peeled you off of him and held you up by your shoulders, forcing you to look at his face.
It was then that you finally tried to speak, barely able to hiccup through your tears.
“I *hic* I-I- thought- *hic* I-“
“I know, I know-“
He couldn’t watch anymore, returning your body to his chest where you can cling to him again.
It was a strange feeling to be needed so much. Never in his lives has he ever been needed like this outside of his sister. It was something he never thought would come to be real.
Yet here is his fairytale. You.
The only person he could ever trust with his heart as much as he could with Daki.
You no idea how sacred or how intertwined you had become with his own.
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I just saw the rock band au and that was amazing! I got a request, The brothers visiting MC in the human realm possessing a human soul could this be MC own reaction
Oh, anon, I'm so glad you liked that rock band story! It gave me a little trouble, but I think it turned out pretty good despite that!
Okay, okay. So I feel I must apologize because this ended up being kind of... ridiculous? I don't know if you wanted something more serious and dramatic, but for some reason I found the idea of the brothers possessing people in the human world just to see MC rather humorous. So I'm afraid that's the direction this one went in! But if you were wanting something more serious, please let me know as I have ideas for this request that would result in a lot of angst instead.
Thank you for the request!
GN!MC reacts to finding the brothers have possessed a human in the human world in order to visit them
Warnings: possession which necessarily means that the random humans don't have control over their own bodies, but this is pretty lighthearted and they would mostly be unaffected by it
Lucifer
You're sitting in a public place somewhere - like the park or a cafe - when a good looking man randomly sits beside you. He's dressed like some big shot - a fancy suit, an expensive watch. You don't know him, but he smiles at you and says hello, using your name to address you.
How confusing? Who is this guy? You're pretty sure you don't know him. You can't just say that, though, can you? What if you do know him and you just forgot his name? You settle for a general greeting and completely forgo using his name, since you don't actually know it at all.
He chuckles. Don't worry, MC. You didn't forget his name. This is actually Lucifer possessing a human so he could come visit you in the human world. And that's when you notice the ruby eyes. You're amazed. He must have something important to say to you. Normally, he'd just show up in his own body, right?
But wait, how did you not realize that demons can possess humans like this? What's going to happen to that nice person he's invaded like that? Express your concern and Lucifer will calm you by telling you that the man he's possessed will be none the wiser. So there's no need to worry about him. He'll forget this ever even happened. Now hurry up and return to the Devildom, please. There's quite a stack of student council paperwork that needs your attention.
Mammon
It's an unusual circumstance, but you're at the bank. Maybe you needed to get a new debit card or you're thinking about taking out a loan. You've been waiting in line, but now you are finally called up to the teller. It appears to be a nice young woman with bright blue eyes. You're about to start telling her about what you need when she reaches across the counter and grasps your hand.
You look up in surprise and see that her eyes are practically sparkling. Is it just you or do they seem to have a little glint of gold in them…? She leans across the counter and whispers at you. MC! Don't ya recognize your first man?
Well you certainly do now! You demand to know what Mammon is doing in the body of this bank teller! He better not be up to something shady… He's going to attempt to reassure you. It's nothing like that! He just wanted to come visit you! It was a surprise, that's all!
You're suspicious. You ask him directly if he's planning on stealing money from the bank. He pretends to be offended. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to exchange human world money for Grimm? If he was to steal money here, he'd have to spend it here, too. Now that he's thinking about it though, that doesn't sound too bad… Tell him to get out of here before you banish him yourself. (You don't know how to do this, but he doesn't know that.) He agrees reluctantly, but only if you promise to come back to the Devildom quickly.
Leviathan
You're just going about your day, walking down the sidewalk, when you come upon a line unlike anything you've seen in a while. You don't know where the end of it is, but it appears that all of these people are waiting to get inside a store for something. A video game maybe? You're afraid to ask. You go on your way, walking next to the line, looking at your phone, when someone grabs your arm.
You whirl, about to whack them over the head, but they fling up their hands. MC! Please don't hurt him, he just didn't want you to walk past! You stop because of the fact that this stranger knows your name. When he lowers his hands, you see a pair of orange eyes and instantly know this has to be Levi. But his body belongs to some rando? What is going on?
He possessed someone to visit you, but saw this line on his way to where you are and got sidetracked. He's embarrassed to admit that he doesn't even know what the line is for. He just assumed it was something limited edition and that he likely needed to get one for himself before he lost his chance.
You're not surprised by this, but you are surprised by the possession. Was that really necessary? Couldn't he have just called you or something? That just isn't the same as seeing you in person. And since you wouldn't summon him yourself, he had to do something else to get to the human realm. Tell him that he had better go home once he's had his fill of waiting in line. He'll go, but he's going to get whatever this line is for. Gets you one, too.
Satan
You're taking your precious pet to the vet for a check up when it happens. You encounter the usual vet tech, someone you've seen plenty of times before. But something seems a little off about them. They sound different, they're more casual with you, and their eyes seem really really green? Have their eyes always been green? You honestly can't remember.
They take you into one of the vet rooms. Then they turn to you and there's a light shining in their eyes unlike anything you've ever seen. MC, it's him. It's Satan. Do you have any idea how many cats he's had the pleasure of petting today? So many. He came here like this just to say hello to you, but now he never wants to go home.
You're in shock. Does he know enough about being a vet to stay here for any real amount of time? He's offended at your question. Of course he has extensive knowledge on the medical treatment of animals. And anyway, all he really does is weigh them before handing them off to the vet. Okay, but what about that poor soul he's possessed? Please give him more credit, won't you? They won't remember a thing once he's gone.
Tell him that if he goes back to the Devildom, you'll go to all the cat cafes with him when you come back. He's a little annoyed at you for trying to bribe him like that, but he can tell that you're stressed about your vet tech being possessed. Very well, he'll go. But don't think he won't remind you of this promise when you finally come back.
Asmodeus
You are at home, minding your own business, when your doorbell rings. You open it to find someone in a big floppy hat and a pair of dark sunglasses. There's a swarm of paparazzi behind them. They push their way into your house and close the door, locking it behind them. When you finally get a good look at this person, you are in shock to see that it's a famous pop star. She's trying to look as unobtrusive as possible, but there's no mistaking her.
Oh, MC! You've saved him by letting him into your house! He had no idea this person was going to be hounded by paparazzi like that! Not that he's not used to it, of course. But he really came here to see you! Takes off the sunglasses and suddenly you realize you're actually talking to Asmo.
He must be insane. He has possessed a pop star in order to come see you in the human world. Why in the world would he do that? He explains that he just wanted to see what it was like to be this famous person! It really didn't measure up to being himself - he's far more beautiful of course - but it was certainly an interesting experience! If he's going to possess someone to visit you, might as well make it worth the effort.
Tell him that he has to return that pop star where he found her before he goes home. He can't just leave her, dazed and confused, in your house. He waves you off, it's no problem. He's going to take care of her, the poor thing. He's going to do her makeup and nails before he goes, though. She'll be thankful when she comes to. He's also going to insist on staying with you for a little while. You can't get rid of him so quickly!
Beelzebub
You're sitting in the park, maybe reading, maybe feeding some ducks, when someone sits on the bench beside you. You turn to look and see a beautiful woman dressed in athletic gear like she just sat down from a jog. There is a pile of churros in her hands, which she clearly got from a nearby vendor. She smiles and offers you one.
You find this very unusual and you're not sure about taking food from strangers. You're about to decline, but she seems to be able to tell. Don't worry, MC. These churros are really good. He's already tried ten of them. And then you get a better look at the eyes - purple and pink - and everything clicks into place.
You can't believe Beel has possessed some poor jogger and stuffed her body full of churros. Doesn't he realize what a problem that is? This body isn't his! She's going to be insanely sick later! He's really sorry, but he couldn't resist the smell of those churros. He only possessed someone near you so he could see you. The food just sidetracked him.
Take all the remaining churros from him because he will eat them if you don't and this unfortunate jogger will be the one dealing with it later. Tell him that you'll bring him all the human world food he wants when you come back. He accepts this offer. Promises to be patient and wait for you.
Belphegor
You walk out your front door and nearly trip over something curled up on your doorstep. You look down to find… a person? What is this random guy doing here? He looks normal enough, but he's sleeping in front of your door? You can't just leave him there, right? Should you call the police? You opt for shaking him awake. As soon as the eyes are opened and blinking up at you, you know something isn't right.
Sorry, MC. He was coming to see you, but he fell asleep before he could ring your doorbell. Yes, that's right, this unsuspecting human has been possessed by Belphie. You pull him to his feet and brush off the person's clothes, which are only slightly dirty from him being on the ground.
You ask him who he's possessed and he tells you that he has no idea. It was just someone who seemed close enough for him to reach you. He just really missed you. You're his best napping partner, you know. How is he supposed to get any decent sleep when you're always gone?
Tell him he can't go around possessing random humans just because he wants to nap with you. He'll have to nap with Beel for now until you return to the Devildom. He won't be happy about it, but he'll listen to you. Fine, but you had better come back soon. Everybody is losing their minds without you, it isn't just him. So hurry up, will you?
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Undying Bonds (Part 9)
Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!reader, Seonghwa x fem!reader
AU: zombie apocalypse au
Word Count: 4.3k
Trigger Warning: brief mentions of attempted su*c*de
Summary: What could be worse than being separated from the love of your life in a zombie apocalypse? Hongjoong was forced to leave you behind with his friend, Seonghwa, as he ventures out alone to search for the rest of his missing group members. Will Hongjoong be successful in his solo mission to find his members? Will he be able to return to you unscathed? And what happens when you're stuck with his caring best friend, who is hopelessly in love with you, for too long?
Part 8 | Masterlist | Part 10
Christopher.
That was a name that Chan hasn't heard anyone call him by in a good while now, just the way he had intended.
He left his identity as Christopher behind the moment he made the decision to permanently move from Australia back to South Korea for good all those years ago. His new life as Bang Chan began ever since then and he vowed to never look back on his old life again, never will he allow himself to live like that again.
He was a completely different person now.
The Christopher from before was no more, the day he became Bang Chan, he promised himself he'd be better, stronger and wiser; everything Christopher was not.
Bang Chan has achieved things that Christopher could never even begin to imagine achieving and he'd do everything to ensure things stay that way. He could say with confidence that he's done a wonderful job of that so far.
But with you standing in front of him like this again, he felt the doubts creeping in. He was so sure he no longer had any weaknesses left to hold him back from being the greatest but here you were, alive and well. His biggest weakness was still around all this while and so near to him too, he had absolutely no idea.
You see, only a handful of people knew him by that name and most of those people were no longer around, he's made sure of that.
Some buried nine feet underground in eternal sleep and some still out there roaming the streets mindlessly as an undead. Which was why he never thought he'd be hearing anyone calling him by that ever again. Had it been anyone else, he would have beheaded them right on the spot.
But it was you.
His dearest childhood friend.
You were his saviour. His first and last love. The light of his life.
The first and only person to show him that perhaps this world was not all dark and hopeless, that perhaps there was still hope in humanity no matter how minuscule; that was you.
You were the only one who truly mattered to him.
If there was one thing Chan did not despise and would dare say he missed from his life as Christopher, it would be you.
Christopher had been an outcast for as long as he could remember, he hated his life and often wondered why he was even brought to this world in the first place if he was only going to be treated like a waste of space by everyone around him.
There was not one single day where he looked forward to waking up, he was a complete failure. He was so much of a loser that he failed to even take his own life despite several pitiful attempts.
It wasn't until his final attempt that he met you, an angel sent from the heavens to save him from his misery.
He recalled having millions of questions running through his mind as you cried painfully, clutching tightly onto his shirt and begging him not to jump off the bridge.
You didn't even know who he was, how and why did you care so much for a piece of trash like him?
At that moment, he listened to you because all he wanted to do was stop your tears. He'll never forget the foreign feeling coursing through his veins when you pulled him into your arms in relief.
"Please, don't do that again... I can't imagine what you're going through, but I want to understand. You don't have to face this alone, okay? This pain that you're feeling, I promise it won't last forever... I'm willing to stay with you so, let's talk about what's bothering you, hm? Don't be afraid... I'm here to listen without judgement."
That, he later learned, was the feeling of comfort from someone who sincerely cared. True to your words, you stayed with him and listened to all his problems.
He had expected you to eventually leave him once you realise how much of a loser he was and he wouldn't even blame you for it but you didn't.
It surprised him more that you remained faithfully by his side, eventually becoming his closest and only friend. You even transferred schools so that you could be near him, always being there for him and standing up to anyone who dared bully him.
As more time went by, he realised he wanted to be more than just friends but his lack of confidence prevented him from confessing because he could tell you probably did not feel the same way.
After all, you made it pretty damn clear to not only him but even to everyone around you of your strong stance on not committing to anything even remotely related to romance. And your reason for that; you felt that relationships usually do more damage than good.
In one of your many shared conversations, he casually brought up the possibility of you seeing yourself dating him in the future. He pretended to ask that out of curiosity but deep down, he needed to know if he stood a chance.
The way your answer had left him feeling bittersweet, it wasn't something he could simply forget.
You told him you wouldn't even consider it because it was him. It broke his heart at first but then you clarified by explaining how important he was to you and how much he meant to you, that was why you couldn't risk losing him at all. You believed that a relationship between you would only ruin exactly that, your precious friendship.
As much as it sounded merely like a polite way of turning him down, you genuinely only saw him as a good friend and truly did not wish to lose him.
In fear of scaring you or pushing you further from him, he respected your wish and continued to remain a close friend to you all throughout your school years together. He would do anything just to keep you by his side even if that meant he couldn't have you as a lover because unbeknownst to you, you've become his sole purpose of living at that point.
You were the only thing keeping him going… until you were gone.
Just as he'd started to believe that life was finally being kind to him now that he could enjoy the peace and pleasure of simply having you by his side, shit happened.
It was senior year of high school when it happened, tragedy struck on one fateful day.
An accident shattered his idyllic world. Christopher, in the midst of chaos and confusion, believed that he had lost you forever. His heart broke and in his grief, he withdrew from everything and moved back to his home country to start anew.
Little did he know, you had survived the accident, though you were left battered and unconscious.
As the years rolled on, you fought your way back to life, piece by painful piece. You battled through surgeries and rehabilitation, all the while unaware of the depths of his despair. It was a long and gruelling journey back to consciousness and health, and by the time you emerged from the darkness, Christopher was no longer a part of your life.
Still fragile from your physical and emotional wounds, you felt a profound sense of abandonment. You believed that he had left you in your darkest hour and the pain of this perceived betrayal became a permanent scar on your heart.
You sought solace in building a new life for yourself, one where you wouldn't have to rely on anyone else.
Life sure had a funny way of bringing people back together because you, too, returned to South Korea to begin your new life. It was there that you met your current group of friends as well as your boyfriend when you decided to further your studies at university.
All this time, he thought he'd lost you for good.
If only he had even the slightest clue you survived, perhaps he wouldn't have left Australia and perhaps he wouldn't have become the Bang Chan that he was today. Because the person that he was now did not deserve to be by your side anymore, he was already tainted beyond recognition the day he chose to give in to all of his selfish greed and desires, the day he established Stray Kids.
The moment you'd recognised one another, it brought about a mixture of nostalgia and unresolved feelings. When your eyes properly met, a flood of memories washed over you, the happy times and the pain all swirling together.
For him, seeing you again was a mixture of relief and regret.
He had never truly moved on from your shared past and the sight of you stirred up a whirlwind of emotions he thought he had buried. He yearned to explain the truth, to tell you that he had believed you were gone and his withdrawal was born out of grief, not abandonment.
But your heart was guarded, your trust in him shattered.
You had spent years nursing your wounds and crafting walls to protect yourself from further pain, though the walls were broken down by Hongjoong years ago, that didn't apply to Christopher who had left you right when you needed him the most.
The awkwardness between you was palpable, a silent reminder of what you had lost and what could have been.
Chan struggled to find his words as he took in your current appearance. You were older now, and so was he but god, were you just as beautiful as you were all those years ago.
He exhaled shakily and lifted a hand to cup your face but his heart fell to the deepest pit of his stomach when you turned your head away to avoid his touch, he could see now in your eyes that you no longer held any affection for him.
"Please, the others are watching. Perhaps we can catch up later." You muttered, coldly pulling your hand out of his grasp.
As if finally coming back to his senses, he cleared his throat loudly and nodded, "Right, of course." He could feel the glares burning into his back from behind, no doubt from Mingi and Jongho who were ready to pounce if Chan dares to try anything inappropriate.
It was clear to everyone that the two of you shared some sort of history but none of that mattered to your friends because to them, you belonged to no one else but their captain now.
It took a bit of convincing from Changbin and Hyunjin for Hongjoong and the guys to believe what the two were telling them to be the truth.
Jongho… was now one of them?
Choi Jongho, their youngest little bear? Now a part of Stray Kids?
As much as none of them liked what they were hearing, Hongjoong knows they'd have no choice but to comply because not only Jongho but even you, Seonghwa and Mingi were now in their hands.
Putting aside their hatred for the gang for a moment, reuniting with you was the main priority now. The captain would worry about what comes next afterwards once you were all together again.
Despite their reluctance to waste any more time, the two members of Stray Kids agreed to let them have another moment with San before they leave for the gang's headquarters.
Changbin had to remind himself over and over that these were not prisoners, but VIPs under their protection.
The thought only further made the shorter male fire up in irritation, "I still can't believe we're doing this… all for Choi freaking Jongho. We take lives, we don't save them. Chan hyung hasn't even gone this far for any of us. Look at us here, playing escorts and bodyguards. Pathetic."
Hyunjin smirked dejectedly, "No shit. You don't think that's probably because we didn't put up a fight when he recruited us? We were desperate and that just makes us less valuable, we wanted to be in the team more than anything. It sucks but Minho hyung could care less if any of us died on the field, the fact that even he is putting in the work to get this fella on board…"
Both of them sighed deeply at that, "Let's just focus on not pissing either of them off, alright? We can't afford to lose any more favour than we don't already have."
The shorter member nodded bitterly, all this talk about losing favour only reminding him of Jisung's fate for failing to execute his task, causing the whole operation to fall through.
Said member was stuck in 'detention' for a week, locked up in their very own timeout room with limited access to food and water. The idea of punishments was undoubtedly all Minho's, he saw his teammates as nothing more than objects after all.
If you prove yourself to be an asset, you'll naturally be rewarded but if you become a liability, there will obviously be consequences to suffer.
These punishments serve as a lesson and you'd better learn from them because if you don't, that could result in permanent removal from not only the gang but possibly from this world too; more than three strikes and you're out.
Being a member of Stray Kids does not guarantee your safety for nothing, you practically have to work for it.
That was why it was incredibly vital to receive validation from the gang leader and his right-hand man. What bothered them was that Jongho was the only one to have that now, this automatically puts the rest of the members below the newest recruit despite the duration they've served and the loyalty they've displayed to the gang.
The two watched as Hongjoong and his friends huddled around the ground where they'd presumably just buried one of their friends.
The four were obviously very close to one another, that was the type of brotherhood that Hyunjin secretly yearned to have with his teammates but he knew it to be impossible. He understood better than anyone that the members of his gang weren't friends, they were merely co-workers just serving the same purpose.
"Just ignore them, let's say our goodbyes."
Hongjoong ordered, noticing Wooyoung glancing warily back at the two gang members who were blatantly observing them from afar, "Yes, hyung…" The younger male croaked out, bowing his head as they all turned their attention back to their friend's grave.
The captain cleared his throat and sniffled before speaking, throwing his arms around his friends to pull them close to him.
"Sannie… thank you for the moments we shared, you'll always be in our hearts. W-we love you so much, we'll carry your love with us always. You brought light into our lives, e-even though you're gone… that light will never fade. As you leave this world, please know that you made it a better place. The world may be a little dimmer without you… b-but your light will never truly go out. Rest now, my friend, you deserve peace…"
Hongjoong cursed to himself when his voice broke towards the end of his speech, causing even the usually more composed Yunho and Yeosang to sob violently.
Wooyoung, however, remained surprisingly calm as he smiled tearfully ahead. It was as if he could see his best friend standing in front of him, Hongjoong thought to himself as he looked at the younger male bidding San a final farewell.
"Goodbye for now, Sannie… I know we'll meet again someday."
The four friends stayed for a while before moving to pack up their belongings once they'd all calmed down and collected themselves from their emotional states.
As much as it hurt them to have to cut their mourning period short, they had no choice but to continue on for now. San was gone, nothing could change that but the rest of their group was still separated from them.
With only the thought of their reunion in mind, Hongjoong and his boys pushed themselves forward.
Changbin and Hyunjin stood at the entrance of the high school, waiting expectantly with their arms crossed, "About damn time you all got done with that, now let's go before the sun goes down."
Wooyoung's nostrils flared at the taller gang member's insensitivity, "Excuse me?! Our friend just die-" Hongjoong slapped a hand over his friend's mouth, "Enough, there's no point. Do you honestly think they care? Let's just cooperate." Before Wooyoung could protest, the captain shut him up with a deadly glare.
Following the two gang members out, they were led towards the main road where a well-maintained military armoured truck, spray painted with the Stray Kids logo, was parked.
"Holy shit, don't tell me you robbed even the military for this," Yunho's jaws dropped at the vehicle, Changbin grinned proudly, "You bet your ass we did. You ain't seen shit yet, buddy. Wait till we get to HQ."
Hongjoong shook his head disapprovingly while his younger friends admired the truck that was still kept in such good condition.
"Alright, losers. Fasten your seatbelts and hold on tight, or don't, I don't really care." Yeosang and Wooyoung rolled their eyes at Hyunjin's words but did as they were told regardless.
Meanwhile, Hongjoong prepared himself to face the leader of Stray Kids and racked his brain for strategies on how they could get out of the gang's grasp unharmed. Of course, he couldn't wait to see you again but the fact that your reunion would be taking place in enemy territories, it didn't make him feel too good at all.
He wondered how you were feeling at that very moment, you must have been so scared and confused.
I'm coming, my love. We'll be together again soon.
"Welcome to District 9."
Minho grinned with pride, watching all your awestruck expressions in satisfaction. You and your friends gaped at what was supposed to be the SKZ HQ.
They managed to take over an entire mall that was located in the heart of Seoul. What's amazing was the fact that it looked completely abandoned from the outside but once you enter the premise through the secret passage that led you down to the underground parking lot, it was a whole new world.
The brightly lit and flawless interior made it look as if the zombie apocalypse never reached this place at all.
Lined up in the parking were all sorts of expensive vehicles you'd think were left behind by previous owners who happened to be the last shoppers here but no, these beauties were 'acquired' by the Stray Kids members themselves when they were out hunting. They were technically like pirates and whatever you see here was obtained through the means of stealing from others.
But it doesn't end there, the best part was the inside of the building.
You had no idea how they did it but it looked just the way it was before; it was literally a regular shopping mall back in the normal world but to be able to see this now was what's mind-blowing.
You wholeheartedly believed what the rumours had said about Stray Kids now, they truly were powerful and wealthy beyond imagination. This was the level of luxury no common survivor could even begin to dream of enjoying again in their lives.
Mingi couldn't keep his excitement in when you guys were assigned to a fancy and aesthetically pleasing furniture store. Upon careful observation, you noted that the store was strategically located right next to the washroom and was also near the food court where meals were served three times a day.
"Wow, you've really outdone yourself, Chris. I wonder how many lives were sacrificed for this amount of luxury," You said sarcastically, staring directly at Chan as he sighed and approached you slowly, "Look, I… Can we talk? Please..?"
The two of you finally settled down by a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the once-beautiful city of Seoul to sort things out between you.
The journey of coming here just to speak with him was not without difficulty, Seonghwa being the biggest obstacle. He was strongly against you going anywhere alone with the gang leader. He didn't like the way Chan looks at you even one bit, he wasn't a fool and could tell right away how the leader probably felt about you just by that.
To Chan's dismay, he had to witness you reassure the tall male ever so caringly that you'd be fine. He longed to be on the receiving end of your gentle touches and soft words once again.
He scoffed loudly at Seonghwa's insinuations, as if he'd do anything to hurt you.
The audacity of these losers, Chan knew you much longer and probably better than any of your current friends. How dare they even think he'd be a danger to you. With Jongho's reluctant help, they'd eventually manage to pull Seonghwa away from you.
There were so many questions that Chan needed answers to. Like what happened back then, how did you survive, why were you here in Korea, who were these guys with you?
Instead, he ended up asking the question that mattered the least.
"Was that persistent one your boyfriend?"
His tone was bitter, "He's not but that's none of your business." The hurt expression on his face did little to affect you, he supposed he was partly relieved to hear that.
Perhaps you were still single all this while and were still firmly against the idea of dating. He'd be happy if that were the case, even if he couldn't have you, at least no one else could too.
But your cold tone still broke his heart nevertheless, did you really believe he had left you?
You hated it but your vision was slowly blurring with tears, "Don't look at me like that, like I owe you any explanations. You were the one who abandoned me, Chris, when I needed you the most." You spat, turning away from him to wipe your tears.
He shook his head furiously, "No, it's not like tha-" You held a hand up to cut him off, "I don't want to hear your excuses. How could you? After everything we've been through…"
He exhaled shakily, hands moving to grip your shoulders as he struggled to find his words, "Please, I didn't know you were still alive." At this very moment, he's become Christopher all over again. The intimidating Bang Chan was no longer in sight with you so close.
You laughed humourlessly, "You didn't know? Maybe if you just stayed around long enough, you would have found out… what baffles me is the fact that you left the country without even confirming if I really was gone..."
That shut him up for good, your point was valid.
He was quick to conclude you were gone just from the words of some people. Why hadn't he been more thorough? He realised now how bad it all looked to you and he had nothing to say for himself.
"Did you know how much I suffered after the accident? As if getting myself back onto my feet wasn't excruciating enough, I had to do it all alone because you disappeared on me."
Chan's heart wrenched in pain just imagining what you had to endure all while he was here indulging in his sinful desires without a care in the world when he should have been there with you.
His hands slid down your arms to grasp your smaller ones in his tightly, biting onto his lip to hold his tears back because he knows he had no right to cry, "You're right... God, I'm so sorry," You scoffed lightly at that, "Yeah well, sorry isn't going to change anything now."
Defeated, you sighed when he refused to let go of your hands.
"Look, you don't have to feel so bad. It's thanks to you I got to meet some people who now mean the world to me, I've... never been happier," His chest ached with envy for those lucky bastards, "I could forgive you for what happened in the past, Chris... but what I can't accept is who you've become now."
Panic filled his senses when he sees the disappointment in your eyes, you've completely given up on him. He tried to pull you into his arms when you finally managed to tug your hands free from his.
"Just let me go, Chris. We can pretend to be strangers, or maybe we don't have to pretend at all because I don't even know you anymore..."
Your words were like knives piercing into his heart, "No please, it's still me! I'm still yours, I swear! Just... at least let me explain myself, yeah? All I ask is for you to hear me out this once, you must know how much it pained me to believe you were gone... You were my everything- you still are!"
Before you could form a response, a small gasp escaped your lips when you were pulled out of Chan's hold and into a pair of familiar arms. The person standing between you and the gang leader immediately calms the storm within you.
It was Hongjoong.
You let out a shaky breath in relief, your world was complete again.
"I won't tell you twice, stay away from her," Hongjoong glowered, squeezing you protectively in his arms. Chan narrowed his eyes dangerously in annoyance at the interruption, "And who the hell are you? Know your place, this is between me and her!"
The captain smirked in amusement, "I'm her boyfriend," Chan's eyes rounded and his stomach dropped at that, his eyes fleeting over to yours for confirmation, "B-boyfriend..?" You nodded, pressing closer to Hongjoong for comfort.
"I think this is exactly where I should be, right by her side. Can't say the same for you though, Christopher."
Hope y'all liked this part! I went through a mental breakdown writing this because I was halfway through when my work was accidentally deleted and I had to rewrite everything. It was super stressful but I'm glad it's done. As always, do let me know what you think and thank you for reading!
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𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 | 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻
𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆: smut & fantasy
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2.8k
𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: afab reader, mermaids to humans, best friends to lovers trope, virgins, both of you are clueless yet horny, experimenting with touch and other sensations, nipple play, oral (both receiving), penetration, messy kisses.
𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: it’s giving little mermaid gone wild. no, seriously. this is the same exact plot and everything just… with sum sex.
and before you yell at me! they technically don’t speak
… is this allowed? 🫣
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father warned you about the dangers of the human world. they were malicious and vile up there. greedy, selfish and cruel.
but you couldn’t help but to be so in awe of all of it.
their trinkets and doo-dads, cheers and laughter, touches of affection, the way they walked on those… what are they called again?
you didn’t understand why father was so stubborn about it. he was so protective and controlling over you.
his strict rules made your curiosity even more intense. it’s like there were two sides of your brain fighting against each other.
one side wanted to obey father. he was much older and wiser, which meant he knew what he was talking about. and he was only so overbearing because of how much he loved and cared for you.
but the other side? it craved rebellion and adventure. it dared you to push the limits, swim a few feet closer to the surface, poke a finger or two out. just a little taste.
you loved collecting their lost items. they were like treasure. you didn’t understand how they operated, but that didn’t stop you from searching for new additions to your display everyday.
they were all so special and precious. you’d spend hours delicately caressing and admiring them as you hummed melodies to yourself.
you knew it was dangerous and that father would be upset, but that never stopped you before.
and that’s why you were here; standing before the evil sea queen herself, making a bargain.
that bargain, you may ask? your voice.
your voice that all of the seven seas knew and adored, that soothed any sad or aching heart, that filled the area with joy and peace.
and in exchange for what? a chance to be human.
you could only imagine how terribly upset father would be. the pain would be agonizing knowing that you could betray him in such a way.
but you needed this. you needed to be apart of the world you so desperately craved. you needed to feel the happiness your heart was long deprived of.
“sing!” she commands, sucking your angelic voice into the shell around her neck.
even if you wanted to go back, it was too late now.
you were terrified, but so desperate.
you look over to your best friend, jeongin. you can feel your heart ache as he experiences the same pain you’re going through.
he didn’t ask for this. he was always so, so good. always did what he was told to. made sacrifices to make everyone else happy.
you had met at such a young age and immediately grew close after discovering you both had a passion and talent for singing.
your parents loved to put the two of you together at gatherings and have you sing for all of your fellow merpeople and creatures.
and you loved him so dearly. as if he was your own brother. you could always count on him to be there for you and your shenanigans, fearfully following you into dangerous and abandoned places the ocean had deteriorated, reminding you of how upset your father will be and the risks of getting injured.
it must have drove him crazy the way you never listened, but he continued to watch out for you with a full and patient heart none the less.
when you told him of your plan to see the wicked sea queen, he begged for you not to. tugging at and pleading you not to go through with it. how she would find a way to make it unfair and cause harm to you.
as much as it broke you to see him so distraught, you couldn’t keep living this unfulfilling life. hoping and wondering what it could be like. feeling left out under the weight of the great sea.
so he jumped in too, sacrificing his all just so you wouldn’t have to be alone.
lights flash and bubbles whirl as you feel your body thrash around and change.
the sound of her despicable laugh fills your ears.
your eyes widen as your throat begins to close and you struggle to breathe. you swim upwards in a panic.
but moving around had never felt this hard before.
the pressure was unbearable as you fought your way to the top.
you start to become hazy, weak and fall behind before you feel jeongin grab onto you and pull you along with him.
the light shining down brings you peace and hope as you get closer and closer to your sweet escape.
the two of you break through the surface, coughing and panting as you both try and catch your breath.
you take this time to look around.
it was unbelievable.
a gorgeous sunny day, gentle waves crashing at the shore line, birds squawking as they roam the area.
you can see large boxes with translucent cutouts that the humans peered out of not so far out. that must be what they call their home.
the smell of something delicious causes you to inhale deeply through your nose as you imagine the different and interesting new type of cuisine you’d discover.
you turn back to jeongin, attempting to speak before smiling as you cover your mouth once realizing no words could come out.
he stares down into the water, a reminiscent look on his face.
you sigh as you move closer to him.
he raises both eyebrows and looks up once feeling your hands on either side of his face.
you smile warmly as you look into his eyes and place your forehead against his, hoping he can feel your appreciation even though you can’t verbally express it.
he gives you a soft smile as he grabs onto your wrists, relaxing into your touch as he exhales.
you stay like that for a moment before pointing to the shore and giving him an excited look.
he holds up a hand, signaling for you to wait a moment as he pulled himself up onto a rock poking out of the water.
you jump and widen your eyes as your gaze travels lower.
he no longer had his usual emerald green tail that curled and swayed behind him as he swam.
it was exchanged with a long and delicate looking replacement that was the same color as the rest of his skin. except for the top that was a blush pink.
you had never seen anything like it in your life.
and even though it was something entirely new to you, you felt excited as you admired it.
he furrows his brows as he looks down, letting out a gasp before covering himself.
you place your hand on top of his, shaking your head.
he gives you a questioning look.
you nod.
he hesitantly moves his hand, showing you the wet and soft organ.
you rub your lips together as you experience this intense feeling for the first time ever.
you touch it gently with the pads of your fingers, causing him to hiss.
you quickly look up to him in a panic. he lets out a shaky breath and nods his head, letting you know he’s okay.
you continue your movements, gently poking, caressing, and squeezing as you take it in.
the member in front of you becomes firm in your hand before standing taller, causing the two of you to gasp and widen your eyes.
you quickly let it go.
was this part of the queen’s plan? was it some sort of magic? how could it change so suddenly?
the two of you give each other nervous looks before you slowly reach your hand out again.
he lets out a deeper groan this time as your fingers brush against it. he jerks his hips upwards, causing the tip of the new phenomenon to gently slap against your lips.
you feel a jolt run throughout your body.
you wanted more.
you swallow deeply before grabbing it once more, this time wrapping your hand around the whole thing.
he bites his lip as he closes his eyes.
you take it into your mouth and shove it all the way in, choking before quickly pulling away.
he cries out as his entire body flinches.
you place your hand over your pounding chest as you try to catch your breath.
maybe you just needed to go slower.
he looks down at you with a shocked expression.
you smile up at him, feeling excited that you could make him feel so good.
it was the least you could do after all he’s done for you.
you lick your lips before grabbing onto the sensitive area and entering it into your mouth, making sure not to go too fast this time.
he grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes tightly shut as you take him further and further down your throat, stopping before it got too uncomfortable again.
you stay still as you savor the full feeling in your mouth.
he whines softly as he wiggles his hips.
you furrow your brows. was it not satisfying enough for him?
he bucks his hips up, causing you to cough.
now you understood.
you begin to slowly move your head up and down, feeling the tip of it brushing against every inch of your throat. you try your best to suppress any upcoming gags.
the touch of your hand to his thigh causes goosebumps to decorate its surface.
you become more used to and comfortable with the new and vulnerable feeling, picking up the pace.
he sucks in a sharp breath.
you feel your own saliva pooling in your mouth as you embrace the somewhat painful chokes and gags his member causes as you proceed with the bobbing movement of your head.
moans of yours vibrate off of his shaft as you feel a deep and tingly feeling in the pit of your core.
you had never experienced anything like this before.
jeongin pants quickly as he begins to squirm and twitch, grabbing onto your hand that was still gently placed upon his wet skin.
you feel his member throb in your mouth.
a warm and white liquidy substance spills from the corner of your lips as he groans loudly, shaking intensely as you continue.
you pull away with a loud pop before spitting into the water.
the two of you look at one another with wide eyes and smiles as you stare down at the sticky and runny mess jeongin had made.
he closes his eyes as slowly exhales.
you admire his face as it softens into a relaxed look.
he was so handsome like this. the bright sun shining down on him, placing a golden hue upon his pale skin. his blonde hair that had now dried and begun to frizz out slightly, making him look so precious.
he looks down at you, tilting his head to the side as he furrows his brows.
you do the same, looking down.
two full and round balls lay placed upon your chest, smaller and darker buds in the center of them.
you gasp softly as you look up to jeongin, noticing that he didn’t have them. his chest was flat and firm.
he rubs his lips together before biting them as his eyes stay fixated on the sight in front of him.
he gives you a hesitant look.
you smile bashfully before nodding.
he slowly reaches out to the mounds on your chest, squeezing lightly into the flesh.
you moan, throwing your head back as you grab onto his arm.
he kneads the skin for a few moments longer before moving towards the hard and erect nubs.
you let out a choked cry as he rubs them in between his fingers.
waves of electricity flow throughout your body as you gasp and moan.
breathing felt like an almost impossible task.
in the midst of your pleasure, you feel his hands grab onto your arms, causing you to give him a questioning look.
he pulls you up, a slight gasp slipping past your lips as he places you onto his lap, immediately attaching his mouth to your tingling chest.
you moan and wrap your arms around his neck, pushing him further into you.
he goes back and forth from each breast, squeezing and fondling whichever one he isn’t sucking.
he reaches down, attempting to please you the way you did him, halting his fixation on your bosoms once realizing something was different.
you give him a confused look as he pulls away.
he chews on the inside of his cheek as he tries to understand what he’s looking at.
before you could explore and examine the area yourself, he switches your positions, laying you on your back as he dips back into the water.
he spreads your legs, eyes widening at his discovery.
a wet and dripping hole with swollen and puffy lips surrounding it.
he lets out a shaky breath, immediately licking a stripe up your slit.
you let out a squeak as you look down, not expecting it at all. you try to see what he’s seeing.
he begins to ravish you with his tongue, an instinctual feeling coming over him as he laps up your juices that squirt out onto his face.
you thrash around as you tug at his hair and whine out desperately.
this was an entirely new feeling and experience for you.
you had never felt such a strong physical reaction before. the involuntary twitches and shakes overwhelming you as you took the unknown sensation in.
he stops and stares at your heat with intrigue before looking up at you.
you sit up slightly, tilting your head to the side in a questioning way.
he gives you a small smile that lets you know he’s had an idea.
he pulls himself back onto the rock, picking you up and resuming your previous position on top of him.
the two of you stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, the reality of what was happening finally setting in.
it was something completely taboo to the both of you, but it was obvious how much you were enjoying it.
he bites his lip nervously before looking down at your opposite sexes.
he wraps an arm around your torso, lifting you up before taking his member and lining it up at your entrance.
before you can give him another confused look, he pushes in, causing you to gasp as you dig your nails into his shoulders.
his mouth gapes open as he places a firm grip on your hips.
as if your body knew what it was supposed to be doing, you lift yourself up before slamming back down onto him.
he moans as he throws his head back.
you quickly bounce on his hard dick, feeling as if the wind was being knocked out of you every time it hit that gummy spot inside of you.
hot tears race down your cheeks as you continue to ride him.
you tilt his head upwards to face you, looking into his eyes as you cry.
he places one hand on the side of your face and the other on your waist. he caresses your skin reassuringly.
you let out a high pitched squeal as feel your tummy begin to form a tight ball.
this causes you to move yourself up and down faster, making him moan even louder.
you once again can feel the twitch and movement of him inside of you just like when he was in your mouth.
he begins to buck up into you, digging into the soft flesh of your ass and surely leaving marks.
the ball in the pit of your stomach snaps, causing you to scream as you begin to spasm on dick.
he gasps before releasing as well, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his vision goes in and out.
you slow your movements once your high passes.
you blink a few times as you try to take in everything, chest rising quickly.
jeongin looks up to you, smiling bashfully.
you do the same.
he removes himself from your shoulder, sitting up straight as his eyes melt into yours.
you become shy and break the eye contact.
he redirects your gaze back onto him, slowly leaning in to capture your lips with his own.
it was messy and full of teeth and spit, but it made you happy.
happy to know that you could experience something so magical and powerful together.
so intense.
you smile at him before pulling him into an embrace.
maybe the love you had for jeongin wasn’t so much like one for a brother or someone dear. it was clear he meant so much more to you.
you couldn’t imagine being without him. he would always be your guidance and peace. comfort and reassurance.
and little did you know, he had always felt the exact same way about you.
the two of you slowly regulate your breathing as you hold onto each other, staring out into the beautiful distance, the sun setting and casting a gorgeous orangey pink tint to the world around you, sending you into a deep and love filled sleep.
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So, the thing is: this whole Hope!Hob thing has me by the throat and it shows no signs of letting go. Whoever came up with it first please know that I love you and cherish your existence.
Which is why I'm throwing this out into the void and hope (pun intended) someone's picking it up
The first thing with Hope as an anthropomorphic personification of a concept is, that not just anybody can be it. It's such a fundamentally human concept, that only a human can ascend to it. There's no Hope of the Endless just being because humanity knows there is, like it is with the seven that are.
Hope has to persevere first.
Which, of course, makes it even more difficult, since humans tend to die eventually. They're usually not around long enough to gather the amount of hope needed.
See, and this is the second thing: it's not just their own hope, that's important. It's the hope they inspire in others that will eventually tip the scale. However, this becomes increasingly hard with the dawn of every new century that makes the world a harsher, more unforgiving place, where it's difficult to hold onto hope let alone give it to others.
So no one's really expecting Hope to ascend anymore. Surely if they were needed that much it would have happened long ago.
(The Fates know, of course, as does Destiny. They had a lovely chat about it some seven hundred years ago, which led to Destiny giving his sister Death the idea of taking their brother out for a night "to get to know humanity on their terms". He doesn't tell anyone though. That would be cheating and it's far too much fun to watch what happens before him.)
The change is so gradual, that no one will notice for more than six hundred years.
A boy is born, round-cheeked and - his mother insists - smiling. During the pregnancy, all were sure he wouldn't make it, that his mum wouldn't make it, but he clung to life with much more power than his little body should hold. It gave the village he grew up in hope as well. Surely if he could make it in spite of hunger and plague and war, then all was not lost. Surely some of them would survive this.
(Some of them did, but their village was lost for many years. A young man had convinced those who hadn't died from the plague or starvation to live somewhere else, start somewhere fresh where death wouldn't haunt them. He helped them get settled before he himself left to fight in the king's war.)
The boy is no longer a boy but a man when he crosses the Endless' path for the first time. A rare flicker of pride crosses Destiny's otherwise stoic face as the page in the book before him turns. His gentle nudge had been enough and things are put in motion as they should. His siblings are none the wiser.
Years pass and the first strands of hope are woven together. It's not enough yet - it will not be enough for many years - but a soldier giving hope to his brothers in arms is a powerful thing when mud and blood cling to them and death is never far away. He doesn't realise what he's doing but he continues on. After he learns that he really can't die he does what he can to ensure his friends live a life as long and happy as possible. Making sure they don't give up their will to fight is just the start of it.
Destiny's fingers dig into the book as he watches his brother meet the soldier-turned-printer (there's a cosmic poetry to it that only he can see but that he appreciates immensely nevertheless) for the first time. This is one of the few tests during the years they have to pass and it's possibly the most important one. The human has to give his brother hope, has to give hope to Dream of the Endless, who has seen all of humanity and carefully shields himself from them to not get lost.
The surge in hope is enormous that night. It inspires not only the man and anthropomorphic concept sitting next to a fireplace, but the entirety of humans spending their evening at the White Horse Tavern in London. Many of them leave with their hearts light and numerous dreams are fulfilled in the following months.
The next centuries aren't good ones. Destiny knew it would come to that. There's a natural cycle to it, a process of learning that is necessary for the man they are all waiting for. He focuses on himself, the hope he holds is mostly his own as he climbs the ranks all the way to the top only to fall down all the way.
In 1589 it is Dream who loses hope for a moment. He believes he knows this man better than he does himself, that he will give up in a hundred years after he has lived through the worst thing a man can suffer through.
The man loses hope twenty years later. He wants to give up, truly, but Destiny knows it won't come to that. There's simply a need for him to live through this if he one day should give hope to those experiencing the very same.
It is hard, Destiny almost feels sorry for him, but he knows he will endure. Still, he waits with bated breath as the man fights his way into the tavern and lights a spark of hope in his brother Dream that will burn forever now.
The first step is done.
The eighteenth century isn't a good one either. Destiny is bound to his books, he knows what will happen and he knows it will eventually have its place. He cannot change it, that is not within his power but he knows of the regret that is to come.
The man takes more hope than he gives. It diminishes all he had done in the centuries before and more. Destiny knows change will come, that the real work is about to start and he is glad that his brother makes his distaste known so clearly.
For a while things are quiet. The leaps and bounds won't happen until later, but the hope he gives is constant. He's but a single man and even though he uses his fortune to put it to good work, there's not much he can do on his own. But he continues to fight the fight as much as he is able, inspiring hope and newfound purpose one person at a time.
And he's not just fighting on one front. He buys a whorehouse, lets the women live there for free, makes sure they are as safe as possible while they attend to their customers. It isn't much, but it's enough for now when he kicks a john out in his underwear for harming one of the girls. He inspires hope in them too, when he helps those who want to find a new profession.
The hope amassed so much inside of him, that he takes a leap of faith when he shouldn't have. But this too is necessary - so Destiny knows - because it is time again for himself to prove how much he can hold onto hope.
And he holds on tight, refusing to let go. The beginning of the twentieth century is as hopeless as it can be and yet he never was more connected to the role he will one day take on than during this time.
It's stored in the refugees he houses, sleeping on the floor behind the bar himself because he doesn't need a bed. His back will recover. It surges when he leaves to fight only to find his purpose in forging documents for those who need them. There are thousands of people alive today only because he had nearly six hundred centuries to perfect the art of reinventing an identity.
(Many children born after that bear his name, be it Robert or Hope in the language of their parents. It's not much, but it cements his role, the threads of hope weaving themselves into a thick rope.)
The end of the century approaches with shattered and newborn hopes all over the world. It's a tumultuous time and Destiny wishes Hope would already be. He wouldn't be so limited, his powers confined to where his physical body is, but there is yet one thing to do.
The man clings to his hope like his fingers cling to his glass. He knows that Dream won't come, but he refuses to give up, not even after he learns that their place won't be for much longer.
Instead, he builds their temple.
It's as much a temple for Dream as it is for Hope, though he does not know either. Many patrons come to drown their sorrows, only to leave with a new sense of purpose and clarity for their dreams that had never been before.
To Destiny, who still watches with fascination, it's almost humorous. Of course, he knows what will happen eventually, that hopes and dreams always belong together, but it doesn't change his anticipation. He supposes it's a bit like humans with their entertainment like books or films. They know the ending, there's a pattern to it, and yet they enjoy them immensely.
Destiny watches Dream as well, the hope welling up as his raven soars through the cellar and then- But not all hope is lost. There is still the minuscule flame burning that had been ignited in the seventeenth century. An unyielding core, reinforced by defence willingly offered just thirteen decades before.
It is the Fates that alert Destiny when the small flame becomes even smaller even after Dream's escape, relying entirely on others. Something has to be done before the next darkness rises on the horizon and his lack of hope will cost them all everything.
It is again Death, who Destiny gently nudges in the direction of their brother. The books of the Endless are hard to read, even for him, so Destiny doesn't know whether or not his sister suspects anything, but she goes nevertheless. She shows their brother why they are here and sends him on his way to find hope. Or should he say, Hope?
As many of these things do, it happens in London. There's something about the city that's not quite magical, but that draws magic to it. Even humans can feel it on occasion and many seek it out without knowing why. It's great for the supernatural community there since there are so many weird humans there, they can just blend in.
The first who notices that something's changed is an angel in a bookstore. He himself is always full of hope for humanity that he nearly misses it, as an old friend steps in, a smile on his face as usual.
"One of my students, they're looking for a book. Do you have it, by any chance?" he asks, and the angel is unable to refuse his request, as reluctant as he usually is to give his books away.
But he knows with a certainty that is more than hope - almost tangible - that this one book in the hands of a stressed graduate student will impact the world in ways, not even he can fathom.
The angel only notices after his friend is gone. Hope lingers between his books, a golden thread that slowly weaves itself into the foundations of the building. (It causes a bit of a ruckus when Crowley drops by that night because he's somewhat allergic to hope, but he gets used to it rather quickly.)
Destiny refuses to look at what lies ahead in his books. He knows, of course, like he knows all, but it is breathtaking to watch the scale tip as it happens.
The thing that finally does it is nothing grand. One could argue that building the inn and waiting for Dream for more than three decades and the hope for the future of the world it inspires in Destiny's younger brother is so huge, that it is the real reason, but it's not what brings the final change.
It's a chat with a student, nothing more, nothing he hasn't done before a hundred times and more. It's about sweaters and curses of all things, and when the student leaves, she's so full of hope, that it changes the fabric of the universe.
The ascension isn't grand either. It happened so gradually over the last century that even Dream - who shares a bed with Hob - needs another week to realise what happened. He can't believe it at first but glows with love and hope as he comes to Destiny for confirmation.
There's no new realm since hope resides in dreams and human hearts, but he carves out a space for himself. The New Inn is radiating with his power so much, that it draws curious creatures near.
(Hope never sends them away, of course. He is for everyone. Instead, he sits them down, asks them not to scare the other patrons, and offers them a drink. When they leave, the world seems brighter for them.)
Hob himself doesn't really acknowledge the change in himself. The power inside of him is there - as it always was, in a way - and not much else has changed. He's still going to live as long as he can, he will still try to learn and be a better man than he was yesterday, and he will love his Stranger for the rest of his days.
And the part about inspiring people? Well, there was a reason he became a teacher in the first place, eh?
#I'm at work oops#This got way longer than I wanted it to#In my defense: my coworker finished the show and greeted me with ‟I need more Hob content‟#which: same#Hope!Hob#Hob gadling#i love him your honor#hob x dream#Dream of the Endless#Destiny of the Endless#Also: Destiny's pov happened on accident#writing tag: the sandman#the sandman netflix#dreamling
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Vatican Cityyyyyy!!!!!!!!!! 🇻🇦he’s real and he’s old :)
Vatican City State // Stato della Città del Vaticano // Status Civitatis Vaticanæ
Giovanni D’Amico • he/him • February 11, 1929 • 1,642 years old (71 human years)
Originally born around 380 AD when Christianity was made the empire’s official religion by Emperor Theodosius. Would later, in 754 AD by the Donation of Pepin, be known as the Papal States until year 1870. Finally, in 1929, he would be known as Vatican City.
Vatican City is a multifaceted elderly man. A loving and strict father, one who prefers tough love over a soft and gentle touch— he’s honest about the world and it’s struggles, even to children, and doesn’t sugar coat it when someone needs to be straightened out/intervened. He’s a devoted catholic who was ordained in 1961; if you ask him why he didn’t become a priest earlier, he’ll avoid answering, starting a brand new conversation all together or just walking away without a word. He has his reasons. Don’t underestimate him, however, because of his charming smile and kind air, he can be pretty cunning and even manipulative when he wants to be. His father was the Roman Empire after all.
Vatican City gets along with most people he meets and is pretty optimistic most of the time, much like Veneziano is. But he can lose his temper, or be in frequent bad moods, over small inconveniences in similar ways to Romano. Unlike the boys, he has a very close personal relationship with Switzerland— meaning he can walk onto his property uninvited without being shot at or chased out. This is due to their history since 1506, when Pope Julius II asked the Swiss to provide protection during the Italian Wars.
His relationship with the boys are actually newly built. Before now, his longest and closest interaction with the boys was when they were children. So having more time with them now is a little out of place to Vatican City when last he saw them was when they were teenagers and now they’re fully grown adults. It is still a little difficult to remember that oh yeah Veneziano is no longer a toddler, I shouldn’t be babying him like this. Romano isn’t some kid anymore either, he’s old enough to make his own decisions now. They’re still his kids though so of course he’ll baby them sometimes. His relationship with Seborga is the same as the Italies’— although the boys have noticed he treats Seborga with a softer hand than he did when they were kids. Like Rome often did, he shows favoritism. And Seborga is “allegedly” his favorite.
He walks with a limp, which many are unsure how it was obtained, some assuming it’s France’s fault when he lived in Avignon and jokingly shun him for kicking such a “harmless kind soul”. The real reason he limps is because of a humiliating trip he took down a flight of stairs in 1312, a story he plans to take to the grave. Vatican City uses a sleek wooden cane, however it’s more for the aesthetics than for practical use.
Vatican City claims to be extremely humble and honest, but he does pride himself on his continuous unwavering faith. He doesn’t brag about it though. …..Not often. He’s always looking out to help those around him, however he isn’t actually that good of a listener so sometimes he can totally misread the situation and apply the wrong fix/advice. He’s got a bigger mouth than he does ears.
Hobbies:
Reading
Just barely keeping the house plants alive Gardening
Cooking
Notes :)))))
I made him old as a contrast to the Italies— wanted him to stand out and seem wiser than them without actually being wiser because let’s face it. None of these fuckers are very smart. I can’t decide specifically when he ages so rapidly like this, but I am leaning towards the mid 1700s. He does appear much older than Rome, who, when he fell, was roughly 55-65 human years in appearance(in my headcanon). Also, if I remember correctly, Hima did describe how he thinks Vatican City would look— old and grouchy— which I didn’t remember until like. After I finalized this design 2 years ago 💀 which is awesome! We need more grouchy old men nations! Wrinkles are hot too! /j? even with the grouchiness, I really wanted him to be more like Veneziano, so I kind of split it in half, VC sharing traits with both the Italies.
Final side note that I couldn’t make fit above— yeeeeeah he’s kind of homophobic but at least he’s the type to not voice his disapproval so loudly or tries to force his opinions on others. He kind of just awkwardly and uncomfortably leaves the situation or starts a new conversation if you bring up being queer. Its the topic he’ll avoid, not the person. He’s not transphobic tho, even if he does misuse pronouns sometimes. Well he doesn’t understand nonbinary or genderfluid identities. He’s….. he’s trying at least. I think he actually forgets Romano is a transman though— “My daughter? I have two sons- oooooh yeah. That- no I have two sons now.” Also he’s celibate. Has been for many many years, even before he was ordained.
Please correct me if I got any historical or otherwise facts wrong!
#hetalia#hetalia fanart#hetalia oc#hws vatican city#oc: vatican city#hws veneziano#hws north italy#hws san marino#oc: san marino#hws romano#hws south italy#hws seborga#hws switzerland
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Charlie Lightening on All Of Those Voices | ‘It all made sense to do this film when I saw Louis at a gig with his audience’
Interview by Teddy Coward
Posted 3 hours ago (22.3.23)
Following his acclaimed 2019 documentary on Liam Gallagher, As It Was, director Charlie Lightening has turned his attention to Louis Tomlinson.
The former One Direction star hasn’t had it all as plain sailing as many would assume since the manufactured post- X Factor days. Following the deaths of both his mother and sister, Tomlinson has had to overcome personal plight, as he searches for purpose in his solo career and life on tour. It’s all there to see in All Those Voices – and we spoke to Lightening to find out how the film all came together…
Congratulations on the new film – I found it quite moving, surprisingly so…
It’s interesting you say that. I think in its entirety the film will be surprising to a lot of people: the honesty and Louis’ journey, and how big it’s actually become. Sometimes I find among the press, [Louis] doesn’t get as much credit as say Niall does – and obviously Harry. But this film is something where I think people will think, ‘Wow’, and realise [he should].
Definitely, it’s a very up-close-and-personal film. When did you first meet Louis and when did the idea for making a documentary about him originate?
I made the Liam Gallagher film, As It Was. Louis came to the premiere of that. Then his people got in touch and asked if I’d be interested in making some music videos for him. Obviously, I knew the history of [One Direction] and read certain things about what he’d been through personally. So I met him, and immediately liked him. There was something about him: he wasn’t just nice, but down-to-earth.
In the same way Liam Gallagher isn’t showbiz, Louis is the same – he’s not interested in showbiz mates, he just wants to be a down-to-earth lad. It’s a similar thing to me with my Northern roots. I just got to know him, and the more we talked, there’s a real depth to him. He’s a lot older than his years and a lot wiser than many given him credit for.
Him being a deep thinker comes across clearly in the documentary – especially the chats he has with his vocal coach, Helene Horylck…
And his honesty as well. Honesty and authenticity is what I try to capture when I make a film; at the root of everything I do, it becomes just a human story. It’s about finding something I like about that person, and knowing there’s a journey to go on, and that I can make the audience feel the same way I feel about him. I’ve worked with everyone over the years. I’ve been with Paul McCartney for about 15 years and documented him and learnt a lot from doing that, but it’s always just been me and a camera.
I always thought, ‘How are people going to take me seriously, if it’s just me and a camera?’ So I wanted to go and be the big director on set, with 50 people. Then I realised I lost that pureness of just you, a camera and a person. I’ve realised that’s now become my niche as such. You can see the similarities with [As It Was] and this film, where you’re right with the person.
With that in mind, did you have an initial vision about how you wanted to go about this film or did you just let the cameras roll, as it were? Because there’s this incredible narrative arc that takes place, from an artist a bit unsure of himself to a huge headline world tour…
It goes back to when I met him: I thought there’s so much more to this lad than we’re seeing. And I think being in a band like One Direction, as much as it gives you so many opportunities, it’s also a heavy load to carry, based on what you’re expected to deliver.
Especially for Louis, because of the music he’s into, and who he is, it’s difficult for him because he’s coming out and doing stuff that’s a bit more indie – it’s almost too indie for pop stations, and not indie enough for indie. I felt that the next album [Faith In The Future], was going to one where he’d do something really interesting. So it was his personality, what he was about, his opportunity and where he could go. But then it all made sense when I saw him do a gig with his audience. I thought I could finally make this film because I’d never seen an audience and an artist be on the same level like that.
Originally, we were meant to shoot the film, and it was all about getting on tour. But then because COVID happened, it added a whole other depth to the film. And I think his journey through that, doing those two shows, having a taste of it as a solo artist, and then stepping away from it, I think that made him actually realise his opportunity.
You mentioned One Direction, and obviously you can’t really tell Louis’ story without it, but the film doesn’t really dwell on the band or his time in it. Was that something you were conscious of: to really place emphasis on Louis as a solo artist?
There was so much of a story to tell of after One Direction. In some ways with One Direction, you know the story: they were put together, they brought their own personality, and it went massive. There’s not much more to it. I wanted to get across the whole story about him on that first single when he’s not actually on the single. And then for him to tell the story on the second single, wanting to get on it and going over it for hours with a producer, then he hears it and it’s Harry singing the line.
It must have been crushing: all of this success, everyone’s saying you’re famous, but you’re thinking, ‘What’s my role in this?’ For him to then go and want to be involved in the songwriting was so clever – if he’s not going to sing the line, if he wrote the line that’s almost better. That for me was the most important thing about One Direction; it was him finding his feet in it and then feeling validated with it.
There are some very difficult moments in Louis’ life too – chiefly the deaths of his mother and sister. What do you think Louis has in his character to overcome such immense challenges, especially with such public attention?
I think it’s his mum. I never got to meet her, but I felt a heavy responsibility in telling the story because obviously it’s someone’s life and it’s a sensitive scenario. At the same time, it could be something that could be milked or done in a certain way. It needed to be told, but I didn’t think it needed to be lingered on. There’s a line that [Louis’] grandma says: “we pride ourselves on being decent people”. And you can see that in Louis, he’s ahead of his years, which is what his mum gave him.
What were some of the biggest challenges you had in making this documentary?
Normally it would be like, ‘Right, we’ve got ten people coming to do this shoot, we’ve got two weeks and within that time we need X, Y and Z.’ Whereas, I’ll want to shoot for longer and it will organically happen. I think sometimes that can be tough because it all goes on in my head. A lot of the time we’re just hanging out, and it happens without [the artist] even realising. But I think it can be tougher on a bigger scale because you have to keep a lot of people happy.
Louis does come across exceptionally open in the film. Did that come immediately to him or did you have to build a rapport with him to get there? And how did you go about establishing that?
I’ve always just got on with people. There’re so many – I won’t say the word – idiots in the industry. There’s lots of egos and self-inflated people. And, for myself, I’ve always very much got on with the artist, it’s a very organic process. People just seem to let me in and trust me. Once that trust is established, nothing is off the table, we can talk about everything.
The only thing with Louis, because it was so personal, is once we got to the end [of filming], if there was anything that wasn’t right, or he didn’t feel comfortable, we would at least talk it through. But there wasn’t anything, I was surprised. The one thing I was worried about when he first saw the cut of it was how he would feel about all the personal stuff because I was so aware of how I wanted it to be. But by the time he saw it, there were actually no real comments about the personal stuff.
The story of Louis being a young dad is quite powerful too. It must have been quite an emotional project to film and create for you personally, to be in and amongst that…
I lost my mum as well, not too long before we started filming, so there was a sense of empathy from myself because of what Louis had been through. But I never felt sorry for him. I think in the past, it felt as though a lot of people had felt sorry for him, or they hadn’t necessarily looked at how good he is. That’s why, in some ways, he hasn’t talked about this stuff in the past, and why it’s good it’s in the film, because he’s said it all. He doesn’t need to go into too much detail with it.
Did that narrative arc that takes place surprise you as it developed, and you were making the film?
Yeah, you’re only as good as your subject, in many respects. With Louis, one, you’ve got the story; two, the arc of it; and three, because he’s grown up with cameras because of One Direction, is how comfortable he is around it. I think if you try and manipulate something, try and hold something back, I the viewer can tell – I can tell, anyway.
And then if you think about the fact that with the first tour, because he didn’t want to put his shop out and go and do massive shows from beginning, but wanted to feel it out, the first tour was smaller shows. But because of it being canceled two shows in, then he did livestream a year later and he’s in the Guinness Book of Records – it was the best thing. By the time he finally gets to go on tour, the need and want to see him was even greater.
We started the tour in America, and kept it in the theatre size, just to get a feel for it all. By the time we got to Europe, he then upgraded to arenas. And then we go to South America and he’s doing numerous nights in arenas. So, in some respects, you have the story of what you’d do over two or three tours, all happening at once.
Out of all of Louis’ lyrics, why did you choose All Of Those Voices as the title?
We thought “all of those voices” works on many levels. It’s “all of those voices” in his head, all of the voices that have said ‘you can’t do it’, or ‘you’re not good enough’. It’s also “all of those voices” of the audience in the crowds who’ve lifted him up. We took that line because it had so many meanings.
Speaking of all the people who put him down and those who’ve lifted him up, how far do you think Louis can go now?
Again, that’s a funny one. He’s already at a point that most artists don’t even get to. Personally I feel that what he can do is continue to champion indie bands, taking them on tour, and hopefully people can leave the snobbery just because he was in a pop band.
I think he’s just at the beginning, though, really – now he’s got the confidence to do what he wants. I mean, his shows are great, man. I’ve showed the film to younger people; my assistant director, for one, was a big One Direction fan as a kid, and she said, “I just didn’t realise he was doing this, I want a ticket to go see that show.”
Do you think this is a film for the fans, or were you making this for people beyond that base?
It was really important to me to make a human story. Hopefully the fans will love it, but it was really important to make a film that if someone who isn’t a big fan put it on, they’d think, ‘Wow, he’s a cool guy’. I’ve got a lot of respect for Louis, and I value him dearly as a friend as well. But at the same time, it’s really important to me it’s not a purely promotional piece, or anything that’s made to further someone’s career, like a lot of these documentaries are. I think it would be hard to critique what we’ve done because he’s just being honest.
There are so many fans who come up to Louis at signings and say, ‘You’ve saved my life’ and ‘thank you’; because he’s had success and been very lucky, but also some of the stuff he’s been through is quite touching – at the same time, like he says [in the film], that could happen to anybody. I feel that for him to show that he’s been through it, and be honest that it’s been tough for him, but that he’s trying to get through it and be positive, is such a strong message for people.
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G/t Rec/favorite list from AO3 part 2
Borrower Sherlock Holmes prompt by magneticlawnmower
Sherlock really wants this giant doctor out of his life.
Reese got gullivered by amazionion
Reese was a criminal who had been lost at sea, but was able to get a fresh start in a new land full of the tiniest of people. Cade is just a poor bastard who keeps being in the wrong place at the wrong times multiple times.
Stowaway by bottlesandbuttons
Arden's life has been nothing but one bad choice after another.
One too many mistakes lands him stranded helpless on a sketchy space station, hundreds of lightyears from anything familiar.
He sneaks onto a departing ship seeking refuge, but is quickly caught by the crew of giant aliens on board.
How will he fare? Will luck ever be on his side?
Just let me know I’m forgotten out here alone by inkheart01
When the glassing happened, Ico had been deep, deep down in the labyrinthian tunnels off the Enall’s underground paradise, none the wiser of the devastating calamity occurring far above him.
Not many of the glittering, bug-like populace ventured this far down, for fear of meeting some of the more vicious of Reach’s local populace. But not Ico, oh not the young explorer, Ico prided himself on being one of the few, one of the only to brave the twisting tunnels, and even though his mother constantly warned him of the metal behemoths that arrived day in and day out aboard great spacefaring vessels, he had not yet seen one for himself. But today, that would all change.
Watch your step by notaspacealien
An entomologist finds an injured fairy while out in the field.
Research Opportunities by microposting
“I wonder which drug combinations create hallucinations of tiny people.”
“I’m sorry, now you’re implying I’m not real?”
“Sure. It’s late, I took a pill too many, you’re a miniature man stealing single pills for other miniature people.”
House gets curious about a pill thief.
Displaced by Imagine_darksiders
Hunting through the ruined city to bring supplies back for the humans turns into a rescue mission for horseman Strife when he stumbles upon one of the smallest humans he's ever seen.
Nate in not-quite lilliput by deadheaded-stepchild (itsybitsykitsy)
A young pilot gets whisked away to a world for tiny people and doesn't want to blow it, especially when he has the trust of at least one little villager willing to give him a chance.
Time does Reveal by starstriker
Hornet copes with the loss of one of her siblings, running a kingdom, odd tremors from the world above, and bonding with the only family member she has left.
Meanwhile, two human scientists have no clue what they just stumbled upon in Willamette National Park.
These two things are very much related.
Oneshot/a tall and small collection/Soren by Narrans
Soren, a borrower, just migrated with his two half brothers and his step-father into a new apartment complex. Though his step-father leads the family, it is his blunder which has forced the family to migrate on the cusp of winter. Soren must fight daily to help his family survive; however, he knows nothing about the occupants of this new building. Who lives here? What innate dangers do these humans possess? And what would they do if Soren or his family were discovered?
This is part of a collection of One Shots involving borrowers and similarly sized folk.
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What's the problem with the idea that the Avatar is actually an outdated thing the world would eventually no longer need? I don't like it either, but I could never put it into words.
Simple: the Avatar exists for a reason. MANY reasons, actually, that we see all through the show.
A symbol of hope/figure of authority
While there had never been any wars in the world of Avatar to level that we see in the show until Sozin decided to be THE worst, we see that there absolutely have been smaller conflicts before, and that the Avatar has acted as a mediator so much that people were constantly just expecting Aang to fill that role - even he sees it as one of his duties, and is constantly afraid of failing people since they're often placing all of their hopes on him, not just for stuff like the war itself, but even for "smaller" things like Ba Sing Se, or helping refugees.
That makes sense since the Avatar is not only more powerful than any other human, but also a more "neutral" authority figure, since, while each Avatar belongs to one of the four nations, they are not said nation's rulers (usually) and also are...
A bridge between the four nations
The Avatar has to go to many places in the world to master all four elements, which usually takes years. Inevitably, that leads to them learning from other cultures which can help solve conflicts or even prevent them all together - for exemple, we see Aang absolutely loving the Fire Nation and it's culture, even though it's rulers have spent a whole century destroying the world AND were responsible for the genocide of his people.
In episodes like "The Swamp" and "The Guru" the show basically tells us that the separation between the nations is basically an illusion since, in the end, humanity is ONE group, even with all of the differences between everyone. The finale solidifies that, by having all nations celebrating Zuko's coronation and therefore the end of the war, symbolizing the union between all of them.
"But didn't Roku say the nations were supposed to remain separate?"
Yes. And he was wrong. And Aang, another Avatar, corrected his mistake because...
The Avatar Cycle allows the past Avatars to correct their own mistakes
Not a single human being is perfect, and that very much includes the Avatar. However, unlike ordinary people, the Avatar not only reincarnates, but can interact with it's past self and even allow it to "take over" for a moment.
Koh clearly feels animosity towards Aang because a previous Avatar tried to kill him, and even says to Aang that they will meet again - but considering how he also said "you've come to me with a new face" which in this case could also be seen as "in another life" - implying that maybe it won't even be Aang who will fight him.
Roku full on says that the war is his own mistake, and that sadly Aang has to be the one to fix it - but they're also the same person, or rather, the same spirit. A spirit that is always learning, always getting stronger, always becoming wiser - and is practically immortal. The Avatar spirit isn't "set in his ways", unable to change to better do it's job. It is constantly adapting to the world's needs.
Looking at it that way, the Avatar would naturally become better at it's own role in every incarnation, which would make him even more respected, more capable, and even more necessary, especially when we look at a situation like Kyoshi taking over Aang's body during a trial for a murder commited by her/them in a past life - but she doesn't do it to defend herself but as a way of correcting a mistake/deliberate historical lie.
This shows us that the Avatar Cycle not only allows the Avatar to correct it's own mistakes, but also as a way of acting as...
A permanent access to knowledge that has been lost
Aang is the last airbender, and that meant that he was the last hope of air-nomad culture eventually being rebuilt. However, even if the Avatar had been from one of the other nations, said Avatar would have still been able to talk to it's past lives - some of which were air-nomads, and others who had lived in a world where they were still around AND were their sifus.
We also see Aang interacting with Koh, with Avatar Roku's animal guide, and even with a lion turtle that existed before the Avatar cycle (and perhaps humanity as a whole) even existed. His mission also makes him go after Wan Shi Tong, as well as and the sun warriors and the last surviving dragons.
All of these give him crucial information. Information that, maybe, someday, a different Avatar will need. And even if the world is radically different by that point, with every record of everything that Aang knew being gone, that Avatar will still be able to turn to Aang himself for help. And if, once again, years down the line the situation repeats itself, a new Avatar will be able to just turn to either of them for advice too.
To me, this confirms that not only would the world NEVER reach a point in which the Avatar is no longer needed, but in fact it's importance will likely only grow as the years go by, because things tend to just naturally be lost to time, even if they are super important - and a way to reach that knowledge could literally save lives.
Well, all of that already shows just how freaking important the Avatar has always been and always will be, but this list would not be complete withot the fact that the Avatar is...
A bridge between worlds
There are A LOT of spiritual shenanigans in Avatar, plenty of which have humans in danger - often because someone fucked up, either by pissing off a spirit or by neglecting the spiritual side of the world.
For exemple, we have Hei-Bai kidnapping people because the Fire Nation burned down his forest, Zhao killing the moon and thus making the waterbenders powerless to protect the North Pole, the people of a Fire Nation fishing village not only being sick and poor because their river is poluted but also no longer being able to interact with the spirit of said river that was caring for them, the people of a Fire Nation fishing village not only being sick and poor because their river is poluted but also no longer being able to interact with the spirit of said river that was caring for them etc.
As the Avatar, Aang was able to either fix some of these situations by himself, or to greatly assist people until the problem was fixed. He managed to appease Hei-Bai so he would not only stop lashing out but also set free everyone he had kidnapped. He and the ocean spirit joined forces to make sure the Fire Nation wouldn't be able to take over the North Pole. He helped Katara impersonate the Painted Lady to make sure the fishing village would no longer be exploited/polluted and then helped clean the river which allowed the real Painted Lady to protect her people.
We can also not forget that while Koh was totally trying to steal his face, he also warned Aang about Zhao's plan to kill the ocean and the moon, and gave him a hint as to what form they had taken in the human world - can you imagine him helping out if anyone other than Aang had turned to him for help?
The Avatar isn't just more powerful than the average human due to his connection the spirit world - he has the respect of plenty of said spirits AND of humans, which we see Aang use to help people because the Avatar's duty is to the world - ONE world that is a combination of both - to keep peace and ballance.
Without the Avatar, spirits and humans would always be either at war or completely separate, which harms both sides. And this reminds me that...
BONUS RANT: Spirituality has always been and always will be a core part of the world of Avatar
That's right, people. You get to see me bitch about TWO tropes I hate.
One of the reasons I believe people misunderstand the role of spirituality itself (and it's "messiah" in the form of the Avatar) in the story, is that they look at it like it's just a religion most people of that world seem to share, and wrongfully assume that it could just stop being significant or even present at all in their world if every nation just collectively "stopped believing in it/taking it seriously."
That could not be further from what we see in the show. The spirits and their world, the Avatar, chakras, chi, bending, meditation - all of these things are not part of a religion, they're just a fact of life. In "The Swamp" we are full on told that EVERYTHING is connected. People, spirits, animals, nature itself. It's all one big thing that it's sort of broken down in smaller categories.
Spirituality in the world of Avatar can never be seen as the same as say, Christianity. Something people can convert to or leave, believe or not believe. Humans can literally travel to the spirit world, and many spirits chose to stay in the human world. There's no "not believing" in it, or "choosing not to engage with it."
The biggest proof of that is the Fire Nation itself. It has distanced itself from spirituality as much as any society in that world ever could. Yet they still have temples, the sages have many simmilarities to clergies, and even the princess is taught by two creepy twins that clearly have some weird spiritual shenanigans going on. Hell, Ozai, a prince, married the Avatar's grand-daughter. Her ancestor's reincarnation was literally being hunted down as public enemy number one, and she was still seen as worthy enough to marry a prince - one that became Fire Lord, and whose children had the Avatar's blood. And, of course, Sozin started the war by using the power of comet-enhanced BENDING. Again, that's the nation that distanced itself from spirituality the most.
This isn't a matter of Progress VS Tradition, Science VS Religion. Spirituality and science are one in the same in the world of Avatar.
"But the Fire Nation is the most technologically advanced and it distanced itself from religion the most!"
Yes, but all of it's cool war-ships, zepplins, and even the drill were using pretty simple stuff to work: burning coal, hot air, boiling water, etc. All of these already easy things were made A LOT easier by having firebenders around - and once again, bending IS part of the spiritual side of the world, showing that even the Fire Nation cannot distance itself from it completely, and in fact constantly needs it to achive it's goals. Hell, we even see them having to use the power of earthbenders to get the material they'd need to keep all of their new toys running, so even their claim that they are superior to the other nations feels hollow.
Spirituality is a feature of that world, not a bug. It is not an insignificant detail that can changed or deleted, and the story would be radically altered and make less sense without it. And the Avatar is very much included in that list of super important aspects of the narrative and themes.
It's almost like that's the name of the sow for a reason or something...
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Had the horrifying realization why I've been moody lately, really twitchy, irritated, and had the desire to cry very easily on top of wanting to workshop the arguably saddest parts of Nikia's story lol
Soon my least favorite part of having the full, feminine package
Just trying to piece together their (Thatch and Nikia's) reunion.
Did she ever call or was she just so relieved and hopeful that Thatch was willing to take that step she never got the nerve to? She must have waited weeks with no signs until her father delivered the news by accident.
She stared at her snail for hours, trying not to vomit as she worked up the nerve to call and give her condolences.
She never does.
Thatch, in a brief moment of clarity after surgery before being put under to heal, tells the attending nurse to "tell his angel he'll make it up to her soon" and the nurse assumes Thatch is delirious or speaking of his guardian angel, how else could he have managed to just barely dodge the worst of the blow without realizing Teach's intent?
(Thatch had been working on his haki cause he always wanted to know where Nikia was when he visited, worried and secretly wishing to let her know he would always see her)
So no one ever tells Nikia Thatch is okay, the truth kept secret in case Teach had darker plans that required Thatch dead. Most don't even know Thatch calls her, he bribed one of his brothers who mans the snails to keep his silence. The brother doesn't know her number and assumes Thatch would find a way to call himself.
There was no snail capable of making the call where they put Thatch to rest, a total lockdown of information with the patient kept under anesthetic.
Nikia has to make a rigid schedule to remember to eat. Structuring her days because her minimal appetite is gone, desire to cook stabbed dead. She mourns and keeps to herself, with few the wiser. Reassuring herself that Ace, headstrong Ace, is already going after Teach, and as a relative stranger, she has no right place in that conflict.
No right when she could never find the courage to call herself or even confess while he was alive. So she wears his foulard as a comfort and a reminder of her shortcomings. Hesitation kills, she knows this... And she hesitated for nearly three years.
Thatch wakes sometime shortly before Ace is captured and assumes Nikia had been called, shocked and exhausted but determined to recover. Then he gets the news of Ace's execution and the stress nearly gets him out back under again. Barely managing to behave himself well enough to watch the broadcast.
She insists on joining her father's crew to answer the call, desperate to do what she can to make up for three years wasted with her hesitation. Takes flight while they form a line around Marineford so high up she's mistaken for a bird if she's spotted at all.
Thatch is setting off the heart monitor like crazy but the nurses are too preoccupied watching their little brother sacrifice himself for his own little brother to sedate Thatch. Only for a shot from nowhere to buy them all precious time.
Nikia watches with fury, crying into her helmet as Teach steps out onto the battlefield. She doesn't recognize the sound they echoes in her helmet as human, something between a snarl and a sob as Teach and Whitebeard face off.
Teach laughs and her world spins. Fury burning her lungs how dare he laugh after what he's done--
Thatch sucks in a sharp breath as Teach is killed instantly, a horrible weight lifted as his would-be-murderer is denied his quarry for a second time.
She's sent hurtling again, shocked and nearly dropping her gun as instinct kicks in and she rights herself. Her hands trembling as she looks back to see Whitebeard glaring at the sky, a body laid out at his feet without a face, just a smear of blood.
She didn't even realize she pulled the trigger. She sucks in a sharp breath, lungs shuddering as she steadies herself.
With Akainu handicapped and Teach adruptly dead, the evacuation goes swimmingly, Shanks even showing up to assist. He never looks back as Luffy is carried off by his father's old Captain's son.
Nikia flies back, still well out of sight, and collapses onto the deck sobbing in her father's arms.
She's passed out and tucked into his bed when they receive the message Whitebeard wants to meet "The Marineford Shooter".
Whitebeard is furious when he recognizes Nikia as his old friend's daughter, angry an ally interfered in his fight with a young woman who looks worn and frail. Red eyes and dark circles behind glasses.
A familiar fabric wrapped around her waist as she anxiously pulls it tighter.
Then Whitebeard realizes it's deeper than he expected and she may very well have more reasons to have been there than her father. But she doesn't tell him, eyes anywhere but on him until just before she leaves.
Wounded eyes locking with his.
"I... I-I'm sorry about your son."
Whitebeard makes another call, seeking to settle the debt he owed her for saving Ace's life and possibly his own.
He sees her face when Thatch appears on deck, embraced gently by his brothers who missed him dearly.
He sees when Thatch sees her and what she's still wearing as she slips away before she makes a scene. Grumpy but amused when her father threatens Thatch, who's still healing.
Nikia nearly collapses onto her bed, sobbing with relief and shame that she's still too afraid to talk to him.
Thatch hovering in the doorway as she falls apart. Spooking when he pulls her close and settles back onto the bed, just holding her. Retroactively terrified she was at Marineford while being so proud she went to war on his family's behalf wearing his colors.
"I thought you were dead."
"... I meant to call."
Thatch considers all the reasons he hesitated. All the reasons she probably did as well. Still does as she moves to kiss him and freezes, settling her lips between his eyes while still crying instead of where she clearly intended to originally.
"S-Sorry, you're still injured."
Thatch decided he's hesitated enough. That she's gone far enough for him and his.
"I'll never be too injured to kiss my angel."
He pulls her down and kisses her properly, gently holding her wet cheeks between his palms. Noting that she's lost weight. Her eyes look tired.
His 'death' weighed heavily on her.
But they can talk about it all later. Their fears and future aspirations. Take it slow or fast. Why they both hesitated so long.
Later.
For now, they just hold each other close and rest peacefully for the first time in a very long time. Both of them.
I'm going to go cry now and pass TF out for work lol
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Chapter Six [Wesker]: Ce N’est Rien
Pairing: Albert Wesker x GN!Cannibal Reader
Warnings: brief mention of the murder of S.T.A.R.S.
Summary: Wesker sends an update to Birkin. You keep running in his mind.
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A few days had passed since your arrival into Wesker’s home, and things were improving quickly. The introduction of the muzzle was a great help to both of your efforts to getting you used to being around him, helping you with your control. He kept you by his side as much as possible and you stayed close to him, so much that he wasn’t sure your hands had left his body during those periods. He didn’t know if you found it to be comforting or just another way to immerse and desensitize, but he didn’t complain.
Right now he had a moment away from you, sitting in front of his large mahogany desk, under the warm and dim light of the lamp, preparing a message about your conditions and improvements to Birkin. It was interesting to see how far you’ve come along, detailed in the words on the screen. He felt hopeful, maybe even proud of you and your efforts, knowing that the two of you were making another step towards the goal: getting you into S.T.A.R.S.
Once you were able to have full control of yourself, getting you inside the building would be no problem. What had been plaguing his mind though, was how the rest of the team was going to react to it. He knew that most of them would be none the wiser, not batting an eye to him having an assistant. The only one who would, would most likely be Enrico, the Bravo team captain or maybe even Jill Valentine. She didn't show it often, but he knew she was the type to watch a person’s every move, and he knew she’d be watching yours.
It didn’t matter though, as long as you both played your parts, everything should go smoothly.
He let out a sigh, reclining back in his black leather office chair, letting his mind sit before he finally hit send. He couldn’t keep his mind from wandering back the other day, when you pushed him onto the sofa, getting into his lap, and wrapping your arms around him. He thought about how you had your chest pressed against his, how he was able to feel your heartbeat, the gentle movement of your breath on his skin. It took him by surprise. He wondered why this of all things was the way that you chose to immerse yourself, instead of hesitating, like you did for everything else. You jumped head first into it as if you weren’t afraid of the danger you possessed to him, which had been unlike everything else you’d done up until this point.
So what changed?
Was it the fact that he gave you permission? Allowing you the room to try without fear of disapproval? He wondered if you were starved for attention, for a human connection that could only be provided through the means of touch. It wouldn’t be that hard to guess, considering where you’d been all this time before him - locked away behind glass, floating in a vat of liquid, lost to the world of your own mind. Did you consider him to be the thing that kept you grounded amidst the storm he knew was raging in your body?
He shook his head, trying to get these new thoughts about you out. At the very least, he understood how you felt. Being a product of Spencer’s madness had its way of isolating people. Even he was a victim of that.
Maybe you two were both starved for a connection that neither had been able to get - until now.
Wesker took a look at the clock, seeing how late it was now. He hit send on the message and turned off the computer and the lights to the office, shutting and locking the door behind him. When he walked into the living room he saw you curled up on the couch with a book in hand. He could see that you were reading The Plague by Albert Camus and were making your way through it quickly. He walked over to the couch, placing his hand down on the leather armrest close to your head, gaining your attention from the book. You looked up at him with a gentle smile, and for a second he’d forgotten the danger you posed.
“I didn’t know you could read.” He commented
Your smile fell from your face, eyes now glaring up at him.
“I may be a monster, but I’m not illiterate.” You replied, annoyed at him.
He moved around to the other side, sitting down next to you and placing his hand on your leg.
“Well that makes two of us.”
You sat up and looked at him in confusion.
“What do you mean? Do you think of yourself as a monster?”
“Considering everything that has happened, do you not?” He asked in return
He could see the gears turning in your head, contemplating his question before you finally replied.
“I guess I never thought of you that way before. Monsters have always been the ones that act like me, the ones who can’t control themselves. You’re just too… perfect to be a monster.”
He chuckled at your response. He’d been called perfect before by others, but not in the way that you had. You looked at him, confused again.
“What is it? Did I say something stupid?” You asked
“It’s nothing.” He said, “It’s just I’ve never been described in that manner before. Besides, perfection has nothing to do with whether you’re a monster or not. If anything, it’s the ones who can pretend to be perfect that are the ones to watch out for the most. They’re the ones lying in wait for the most opportune moment to strike.”
“Just like you?” You asked
He smiled.
“Just like me.”
“I guess that does make more sense.”You replied, “But I still don’t see you as a monster.”
He raised his eyebrow at that statement. Now you’d really piqued his interest.
“Then how do you see me?” He asked
“A chance.” You said plainly, “The one who can open the doors that need to be unlocked so I can get what I want.”
“So you see me as nothing but merely a tool?”
“Why not? You also see me as that, right? Just another experiment to get what you want. Hell, you want me to kill your whole cop team for you when the moment is right. Were you expecting anything different from me?”
“I guess not.” He stated, “But I find it intriguing that we think alike regardless.”
You smiled, gently shaking your head.
“We’re both incredibly fucked up.”
“Fucked up or two people merely trying to get what they deserve?”
“Maybe both.” You replied, “They're not mutually exclusive of the other. Which has me wondering, what do you think you deserve? You’re in positions of power already, living what most would consider a perfect life. What more could you want?”
He moved his hand off of your leg, folding his arms over his chest as he looked forward at the bookshelf. He wasn’t expecting that sort of question from you, but he answered truthfully.
“Most people see this life as perfection, but they forget that it can easily be a cage. I’ve spent my entire life being molded to perfection, and I want a chance to create a life that is my own, one that can better the future.”
“And you think this experiment can do that?” You asked
“Yes, I do.” He replied, looking back at you now. “I think it could help many people in the future. The sacrifices made now can be used to make sure others can be saved.”
He could see you mulling over his words in your mind, chewing on them like food.
“Do you not agree?” He asked
“I’ve just never looked at it that way. To be honest, I didn’t give a shit about what happened after all of this was done, so long as I was safe in the end.” You replied
“So safety is what matters most to you?”
“Who does it not matter to? I’ve been living in survival for so long, the very thought of having the chance not to just sounds… good.”
He nodded, understanding your feelings. Again, he’d seen everything he could about your files, knowing what James had put you through. You fought for your right to live, and he admired that of you.
“I guess you're right about that.” He said, “Regardless, it’s getting late.”
He watched you place the bookmark in between the pages, putting the book back on the shelf. He began to walk towards the stairs, making it halfway up before he turned around and noticed your confused face. He waved you up, encouraging you to follow.
“Come on. I think you deserve a night off of the concrete floor for once, don’t you?”
He noticed you didn’t hesitate after that, following him all the way into the bedroom. He moved the covers and you crawled in beside him, still watching him with curiosity. He laid back, chuckling at you.
“Are you surprised?” He asked
“Very.” You replied, “Why now?”
“You’ve gained my trust.” He said, closing his eyes. “I know you’re not going to hurt me.”
He felt you begin to move, curling up beside him. He turned to face you, wrapping his arm around your body and pulling you in close. He could feel your heartbeat racing again, feel your breath dancing on his skin. He knew you were trying to keep your composure, and he trusted that you could, knowing that you were in complete control. He stayed awake long enough for you to finally drift away into sleep, feeling your body melting into his. He wondered how long it had been since you’ve slept in a proper bed, had someone to hold you at night, just like this. He also began to realize how long it had been for him since he was last in this position, and even then it was never as intimate as this moment felt. The two of you were starved for connection that had been forcefully kept from the other.
And tonight, you could at least relish in the knowledge that you both had each other.
Chapter Five: Casualty
Chapter Seven: Sensitive
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the request, in short, reads: 'what it would be like Kit's birthday inside Briarcliff, in celebration of this sweetheart's special day coming soon?! I love how in-depth your stories tend to be and I think you would do great with it! :D'
Waiting For What Once Was
note: happy bday kit! (may 9). we luv u
warnings: angst, sadness, squalor, the like.
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Before there was Alma, Kit celebrated his birthdays at home with his family. Just a small gathering. Him, his parents, his siblings, all huddled around a home-baked cake. The same tradition for each member of the family.
His mother would carefully wrap his yearly gift in the day’s newspaper. Tie it off with a string of twine. She’d deliver it to his lap in the family room with a grin so bright it paled in comparison to summer sunlight. They’d all huddle around to watch him carefully open the package, mindful to leave the paper in tact. He saved it every year. Kept in a little letter box under his bed.
The gift itself didn’t matter. His mother and father were so proud of themselves for what they agreed upon giving him. That was a gift enough for Kit. The warm May air would drift through the windows, singing lazy songs in the key of the sweetest, fairest colors of the daisies in the garden. The whispers of summer coming in echoes from the rustling of the leaves on the trees.
It was peaceful. In their little New England home, the family was happy. For one night and one night only, the world seemed to change its orbit to revolve around him. Kit Walker would lay his head down on his pillow, and as the sweet rumblings of sleep overcame him, he would feel nothing but all-encompassing love.
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Kit wasn’t privy to the passing of time anymore. It had been months since the upheaval of his life and subsequent imprisonment in Briarcliff. He was none the wiser to how long it had been.
9 months and 9 days.
The days ran monotonously in the cold cement walls of the asylum. Kit found himself at the end of a long tether, hanging on for dear life. His fingers were growing red and raw, losing circulation, but against his every human instinct to let go, he tightened his grip. The metaphorical rope that was keeping him from sinking into utter despair was hurting him. Trying to retain some semblance of humanity was grating on him more than he was willing to admit.
'Who am I, and why am I here?' he would ask himself. A daily reminder to stay alert. Awake. He spent his days catering to people who acted like he was full of air. His story meant nothing to them. He existed merely to prove his innocence. It felt like his morals were gone and what had disappeared was never really there. Maybe he was a murderer.
In blatant ignorance of his inner turmoil, time marched on. So as it was, Kit's birthday arrived quietly. It slipped in the back door while he was asleep. It seemed that its entrance was so stealthy, the rest of the world was oblivious to it as well.
Briarcliff was so casually cruel to all of those who resided there. The staff had no regard for special days. You were a number to them, not a person. So it was fitting that the usual filth and misery of the place did not spare Kit on today of all days.
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He was just a kid. He hadn't seen the world yet. He dreamed of road-tripping across the country with Alma and the kids someday. The perfect nuclear family existing in their little bubble of peace. He planned to spend his birthdays just as he did as a child. In a tiny home with the love of his life. He led with his heart, not his head. He was turning 24. Just a 24-year-old kid. Notions in his head and so much love left in his heart.
But instead there he was. In a cramped, sterile room in Briarcliff Asylum. Meeting with the head shrink assigned to the case of a crime he didn't commit. The room smelled of mildew. A pipe in the corner of the room leaked water onto the floor with a drip, drip, drip...in sync with the tick of the clock on the wall over the door.
His hands and feet were bound. Like he was some kind of animal. The leather straps dug into his skin spitefully, like they had a personal grudge against him. A heinous criminal like him deserved nothing more. All he was afforded was clothes made of paper-thin fabric, sheets that smelled of mold, and leather straps that bound him not only to this place but also to himself. The memories of the night his world turned upside down.
'Are you even listening to me?' Dr. Thredson sneered.
'Uh, gosh, sorry doctor,' Kit croaked. He didn't even realize he was lost in thought.
'So we're clear here?' Thredson asked. 'When they come asking questions, keep your mouth zipped, son. Not until I figure out what to do with you.'
Kit nodded in reply. Thredson began gathering the papers he had scattered on the desk in front of him. Details of Kit's life, what he supposedly did, how he did it. Leafing through the papers, he paused looking at one of the papers with a furrowed brow, stopping quickly only to say, 'Oh, Happy Birthday Kit,' before packing the files away in his briefcase and standing to leave.
'Th-thanks,' Kit mustered. The air left the room. It became a vacuum chamber for him and his thoughts, the world around him standing still. Images of his mother's smile as she passed him his annual birthday gift, a home-baked cake, Alma's smile, and rustling green leaves on trees, flashed in front of his eyes. A wave of an indescribable emotion coursed through him.
'Let's GO, Walker!' Frank shouted on the right side of Kit. He was standing by the now open door. Kit shook himself out of his trance. ‘I don’t have all FUCKIN’ day, Kit.’
Kit stood, not without a struggle due to his restraints, and shuffled to the door. Frank pushed him in an attempt to hurry him up. Not all there, though, mind a million miles away, Kit lost his footing and came crashing down onto his stomach in the middle of the dim hallway.
On the ground, there was no cool spring breeze. No smell of vanilla cake. No sunlight peeking through the windows of a warm home. No laughter. No love. Just cold, rough, wet concrete.
And for a brief, fleeting moment, his grip on the tether that kept him connected to reality loosened.
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OKAY FUCKIN FINALLY THIS TOOK ME FOREVER!!! Happy bday Kit bby <3 thank you for this super in-depth and creative request.
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