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Summary: In another universe, your boyfriend is a bit... Odd, to say the least? Why do you stay with him? U-uh, because canon said so (ortho is just platonic ofc)!
Notes: Pure crack based off of popular fanon things that I honestly don't find accurate. No hate, just a bit of joking. Minor spoilers. Also, if you're touchy about popular fanon headcanons you have, you might want to avoid this post. I have no hateful intentions, but I understand it may be take that way. As always, I am open to constructive critiquing and discourse.
Riddle is going to collar you if you so much as breathe wrong. He does absolutely nothing nice for you. But then when you want to leave him, he breaks down crying...? Weird.
Trey is disturbingly obsessed with teeth, but he's completely perfect other than that. Literally perfect. No, really.
Deuce is incredibly dumb and well-intentioned. He's never done anything wrong in his life! Biker gang? What biker gang? You're just hallucinating.
Ace is an absolute asshole. He's never apologized for anything in his life. Just- a complete douche, somehow.
Cater is incapable of speaking on anything other than pure slang. You tell him you're going to break up with him, and he just says "yikes". Who does that?
Leona is literally the worst person you have ever met. Depression? What depression? He's just lazy! But yeah, he's the scum of the Earth. Trust. At least he respects women?
Ruggie is communist. You don't know where it came from, but he is. But he's also a scammer. Yeah, good luck.
Jack is a tsundere... You thought there was something else? No, that's it. He's a tsundere. He's cute, though.
Azul is a little baby boy. He's just that same little octopus he was. Scams, contracts, business? What are you talking about? He's just your little baby boy who'll break down crying if you don't tell him you love him every five seconds!
Floyd is a serial killer. What do you mean he's only seventeen? He's a serial killer! He kills people. That's right, he kills them. He's a merciless, remorseless killer.
Jade is completely sick and twisted. He'd kill you for a single corn chip, and he's never felt any emotion other than schadenfreude in his life. He's not seventeen, he's, uh- he's been lying to you! He's actually a demon who thrives off of souls (and being one hell of a butler).
Kalim is nice. He's also an idiot. That's right, this man has literally never had a critical thought in his life! Can you believe it? He's never had any hardships, either. Poisoning attempts? What poisoning attempts? There's nothing to see here!
Jamil is an asshole. There's no justification for it. His life was so amazing, it's not like he was basically a slave or anything. Why couldn't he just talk to Kalim before going through with his plans? It's literally that easy!
Vil is a mean girl. That's right. He's selfish, manipulative, and lazy! What do you mean 'he wants people to work and be the most beautiful they can be'? He's just a mean girl, guys. Nothing more to it. And I can't believe he ruined Rook! It isn't like Rook chose to move into Pomefiore or anything!
Rook is creepy, and a stalker, and an irredeemable piece of shit. You see, he used to be a shining beacon of perfection in Savannaclaw, but then the EVIL Vil had to RUIN him! The horror! He was so happy there, too! Everyone knows that dull, lifeless eyes are the number-one sign of happiness!
Epel is a perfect, dainty little boy who can do no wrong. He's just- a shining beacon of dainty and perfect ideals. So fragile. So perfect. So helpless. He has absolutely no autonomy. Trust me on that. Just a perfect little angel boy.
Idia is an unhygenic, depressed softie. He's never showered in his life! It's not like STYX had a lot of focus on systematic hygiene that Idia's used to or anything! And he's never looked down on others in his life! You can trust me on that!
Ortho is a kind, soft little robo-boy who can do no wrong. That time he tried to fire a laser beam on the school? Ignore that, he's just a little baby!
Malleus is sooo in love with you. No, he's not acting oddly due to being unused to friendship, he's in love, damnit! He's in love! He's making this an otome!
Lilia is a dad. And he thinks you should get together with Malleus. Really, he's just there to set you up with the dragon man!
Silver is the perfect, most noble and well-liked gentleman. Awkward? Unused to people wanting to hang out with him? Nope, none of that. Just perfection here!
Sebek is the scum of the Earth. Why, you may ask? Simple! He's loud and arrogant. I don't know why he hates humans so much, really, it's not like he's dealing with internalized species-ism or anything...
#riddle rosehearts#ace trappola#cater diamond#trey clover#deuce spade#leona kingscholar#ruggie bucchi#jack howl#azul ashengrotto#jade leech#floyd leech#jamil viper#kalim al asim#vil schoenheit#epel felmier#rook hunt#idia shroud#ortho shroud#malleus draconia#lilia vanrouge#sebek zigvolt#silver#twisted wonderland#i feel like this might be controversial T_T#pIease know I really don't have ill or hateful intentions!#buuut if i do get something wrong do tell me
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SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY this man got me feeling special and he doesn’t even to di anything but like a thought came to my head
what if he has an s/o who like he worships and love sso so so much but the s/o is a workaholic and tends to just pass out in random places due to lack of sleep :(( mans will be so worried for u, ready to bust down buildings to talk to ur idk supervisor or boss to lessen ur workload cause suddenly ur now turning to alcohol as an energy drink!!
one night they just lose their mind and have a breakdown while sunday rushes over to comfort them, telling them its okay and that hes always there for them, as he holds them in his arms letting them cry out their exhaustion.
no need to do if uncomfortable!!
Hun I AM OBSESSED WITH THE ONE'S WHERE SUNDAY IS LITTERALLY SO DEVOTED TO THE READER tis' an interesting concept.
I think at first he won't mind it that much since he's also quite overworked so you'll just find yourself at the unholiest of hours working while he also takes care of his own. But even he has his rest and when you start falling asleep all over the place to the point where he has to catch you man is basically begging for you to take a break and so, you do. But luck isn't on your side this time. Just as you were about to fall asleep you get a call from your boss and now you have even more work than before.
Even after countless of hours slaving away at your work you're nowhere near done. You're just trying to fufill your daily needs and even if you do get the work done no one seems to appreciate it and just assigns you more work. Dear Aeons when will you catch a break! And before you know it you start breaking into a fit of tears, catching the attention of your angel partner who runs immediately to your side, holding you close as your tears stain his clothing. He doesn't care he just wants to know why you're crying so much and when you vent to him all about your work....may the harmony have mercy on your boss because he won't.
It all started with just him giving your workplace a visit and going straight to your boss to peacefully sort it out with them. As much as he wants to absolutely rip their face off he holds his charming old smile. Afterall he is Sunday, the representative of The Family. Who wouldn't oblige to his very command especially when he orders it directly to them. And that's what happened. You got yourself some day offs and there he was serving you like the divine being he couldn't live without. He'll run you a nice warm bath and even wash you if you wanted him to. He'll cook you your favorite meals, buy you whatever snacks you're craving, hum you to sleep and even hold you while hes at it. Your wish is his command dear.
And if your boss returns you to the same unhealthy work routine then he won't hold back. He has what it takes to blackmail them, humiliate them, heck even take the business down. What about you tho? You can just sit back and relax! Enjoy every offering he gives to you. You don't need to work. You have him. You have him to please you, to serve you. He's yours afterall.
GEE WOWZERS THATS LONG that's what he said HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT FEEL FREE TO SEND ANOTHER ONE
#ai rants#hsr sunday#sunday hsr#hsr sunday x reader#sunday x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader
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Hi! I was wondering if I could request scenarios 30 for Sabo and Crocodile, the idea of them trying to make their partner calm and whispering in their ears while caressing their body and hair is just so sweet! I'm not sure how u write it but it's a fem reader , thanks:)
HIII, here it is. I write gender neutral so that everyone can identify while reading😘 (no beta reader)
Scenario 10 : "Shh, you're safe. I'm not letting you go."
Crocodile x GN!Reader, established relationship // Words : ~400 // Warning : nudity.
Sabo x GN!Reader, established relationship // Words : ~500 // Warning : reader getting drugged.
Crocodile x Ally ! Reader
“(Name), can I come in?”
“Mmh, yes.”
Crocodile pushed opened the door of the bathroom. Here you were in the tub. He thought a bath would help you relax but your body language said otherwise. Instead of being fully laid, you were sat in the middle of the tub, arms squeezing your legs against your naked chest and eyes fixing the white wall before you. Crocodile knew you weren’t looking at it, you were just lost in your mind.
“Do you wanna talk about what happened?”
Silence was his only answer until you closed your eyes and a tear rolled down your cheek.
“Hey (Name), I’m here.”
The tall man came closer immediately and sat on the corner of the bathtub. You felt his large hand behind your head guiding it till it rested on his tight. Your wet hair drenched the cloth of his pants but heck, it was his last concern. He patiently watched you sob soundless, only shaken by jolts from time to time. His long fingers stroked your hair gently to appease your sorrow.
“Shh, you’re safe. I’m not letting you.”
Crocodile would never tell you how guilty he felt at the moment. When he sent you on that mission, he never forecasted the possibility of you getting caught by Marine’s spies. You were a fighter and had similar injuries before, some worse, but never were you held tied defenceless. It was a terrifying experience and the cause of your distress.
His fingers on your hair went down to your back to gaze over a big purple bruise. His jaw clenched; he’ll make them pay their actions. All of this to get information about him out of you…
“I didn’t tell them anything, I swear.” You had looked up at him. Your eyes were still watery, but you’d stopped crying.
“I know.” He bent to put a tender kiss on your forehead then put his against yours. His eyes were looking deep down yours. “I wouldn’t have blamed you for it if you did. All that matters is that you’re back home.” You nodded and closed your eyes again.
“Don’t worry about anything. I’ll care about you like a Queen.”
Sabo x R.A Informer! Reader
As an informer of the Revolutionary Army, you were sent to find the place slaves were kept before the next slave trade. You did your job and told your contact, and boyfriend, Sabo. But you were eager for more, got too far in the Human Auctioning House and got caught. They even drugged you to be sure you would stay calm and try to escape.
Locked you in a cell for hours before being brought to hell, Sabo and his teammates were right on time to save you before the slave traders marked your skin with the branding iron of the slaves.
You were back at the base, safe and sound. Dizzy, you watched your reflet in the mirror of the bathroom: your pupils were still a bit expanded from the drug. Yet, it wasn’t what you were worried about.
You knew Sabo was waiting for you in your room. He would be mad for you disobeying orders, going in the Auctioning House alone without an escape plan. But better be Sabo than Dragon, so you took your courage at hand and entered your room.
Sabo was effectively there, laid on your bed, fixing the ceiling. Without looking at you, he held his hand out to you. You came in the bed, next to him, your head on his biceps.
“You mad at me, right?”
Sabo sighed. It didn’t reassure you. The blond man turned on his side, to face you. His eyes were shifty.
“I don’t know. A little, I guess. But I am mostly worried.”
“I am fine-“ “You were about to get burned ! When I found you were highly drugged, on your knees, held by two men and a third one was about to use a branding iron on your back, (Name). If we weren’t there on time, you would have been burned.”
Sabo’s eyes were still elusive, so you caught his jaw and forced him to watch you.
“I am safe. Thanks to you. You saved him. And trust me, I have learnt my lesson…” You let go of him, it was your time to have shifty eyes. Sabo understood you didn’t feel good about what happened. His arms snaked around your body, bringing you closer to his own. His warm fingers slid under your shirt and fondled the skin of your back. “They were so afraid… And the smell. I can still smell their burned skins, Sabo… And the drug. I saw the red iron but I couldn’t do anything because of the drug. I was so afraid and I wasn’t even burned… what about the others? The children?”
Sabo thought you would cry but you didn’t. All your sadness and anger were in your voice and your eyes.
“We brought them to safety, and we’ll do anything to help them build a new life.” He marked a pause then pulled up your head so you could be forehead to forehead. “There is too much evil to fight in this world. We won’t be able to overcome every time. But I can promise you I’ll do my everything to keep you safe. I’m not letting you go.”
#one piece#one piece imagine#one piece x reader#one piece scenario#scenarios#sabo imagine#sabo x reader#sabo one piece#sabo scenario#crocodile x reader#crocrodile scenario#crocodile imagine#crocodile one piece#scenario 10#crocodile scenario 10#sabo scenario 10
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My dad woke up next to me on the couch screaming “why am i naked!?”
So i told him “what’s wrong? There’s nothing weird being naked with me”
He start to be confused and embarassed “OF COURSE THERE IS NOW TELL ME WHY AM I NAKED”
I said “don’t you remember?” While pointing at the tv
With a big pink spiral
“Remember wha- … i remember… i .. i am.. i was… uhh”
I start touching his pecs slowly like u cuddle a pet
“That’s right u are a slave, because you love obeying femboy’s orders”
“Yes, i am inferior , your will is my command”
“Good boi ,now go prepare breakfast dad”
“Yes master”
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hey, i'm Ryan, i'm a 20 yo trans guy. I'm happily in a relationship!
BLOG WARNINGS: CANNIBALISM, NECRO, BLOOD + DEATH MAKE ME HORNY IF THAT UPSETS U PLEASE KEEP URSELF SAFE AND DON'T SCROLL THROUGH MY BLOG
THINGS I'M INTO:
❤️ soft free use, soft somno, soft intox, breeding (no preg), praise, blood, knives, gore, cannibalism play, primal, bondage, begging/edging, overstim, spit, body worship, monster fucking, biting, choking, size difference, PUP PLAY!, leather, watersports, force masc, boot worship, masks, probably more lol
*anything not on this list pls ask before engaging with me*
ANATOMY STUFF:
I HAVE REALLY BAD TOP DYSPHORIA, DO NOT REFER TO MY CHEST AT ALL. MAKES ME REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE
otherwise idc
DON'T CALL ME:
a girl in any way, shape, or form, fakeboy, girlboy, slave, servant, anything r4pe-related, kiddo, daddy, mommy (feels like a given but some ppl do it), "icky" anything (associated with r4peplay + makes me uncomfortable)
HARD LIMITS:
- DDLG/alike
- any ageplay/alike
- hard cnc (r4peplay specifically)
- slave/master dynamics
- fauxcest
- vomit + scat
people with these kinks are still free to interact, but if you send me anything about these kinks i will block you on sight. a lot of my hard limits are trauma based and if you mention them to me I am going to block you. do not expect me to engage with any content containing any of these. if you tell me i should like trauma based kinks because you have trauma and you like those kinks i will explode you with my mind
DNI(block on sight):
- detrans/misgendering dedicated blogs
- trans fetishizers
- ed/pro-ana blogs
- bigots (fuck right off)
- minors
and if you're cishet pls don't dm <3 you're welcome to interact but i'm a little uncomfortable with dms
if i'm on your dni (e.g. men dni, age limits, kink dni) don't rb my content pretty please
BLOG TAGS:
✉️ - inbox/answered asks
📷 - pics (mine)
blog psa - please read thru this tag before sending asks etc!
ry writes - i write.
cannibalposting - self explanatory
necroposting - yeah
gorewhore - self explanatory, plus I tag horniness about horror movies w this
slasher fucker - what it says on the tin
bloodbath - blood kink stuff
slip n slide - piss play stuff
otherwise, most kinks are tagged <3
(if you wanna get me a little treat)
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could I request a vince noir x reader of the fountain of youth episode. When vince is the chosen one 👀 nsfw if u want but sexual tension plzzzs
I loved doing this request! I looked forever to find this gif, but I just had to include it lol
Much to your (and Howard’s) dismay, somehow you’ve ended up on an alien planet as slaves. As soon as the blue aliens had seen the amulet, Vince had been swept away as the Chosen One and you and Howard had been taken and chained up. They’re at least treating you better than Howard, presumably because you’d been smart enough not to say anything rude to them.
When they finally take you to Vince, he gapes at the sight of you for a moment. You squirm under his gaze, your outfit certainly covering more than Howard’s, but still skimpier than you’d prefer. You know more of your blush is on display than you’d like while Vince twirls a feather between his fingers gracefully, eyes roaming your figure. As he rolls the feather across his face, heat swirls in your belly despite your annoyance at him.
You watch as Vince and Howard argue, only breaking in when Howard lunges at him.
“Guys stop!” You grumble, knowing this isn’t going to get you all anywhere.
“Guards,” Vince calls lazily and they’re dragging Howard away. They start to take you too but Vince stops them, telling them to take off your chains before shooing them away. He pats the cushion next to him and you sit down, glaring at him.
“Don’t you think you’re taking this a bit far?” You ask, crossing your arms angrily. His eyes flit down to your now accentuated cleavage and you groan.
“How d’you mean?” Vince hums, trailing the feather along your exposed midriff, making you shiver.
“They’ve taken Howard and I as slaves Vince! Just because they think you’re the “Chosen One”. Are you gonna let them treat us like that?” You shout, trying to get it through his thick skull.
“But I am the Chosen One,” He frowns, still twirling the feather around.
“By chance, you idiot! I had just handed you the amulet when they found us. I could’ve just as easily been the Chosen One, you realize that?” You growl, snatching the feather out of his grasp. You think he might call the guards in again, but he doesn’t. He just stares at you inquisitively, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“But then I wouldn’t have gotten to see you in this cute little number,” he smirks, leaning closer to play with the thin strap of your top.
“No, they would’ve put it on you,” you bite back and climb into his lap, pressing him back into the pillows. You run your hands along his arms, holding his wrists above his head firmly as you lean over him.
“You would’ve been all dressed up for me, at my mercy,” you simper, “I think you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
He squirms under you, pink flaming his pale cheeks as he tries to come up with a response.
“Obviously you like the idea of it,” you hum, canting your hips against his growing erection. He whimpers, arching up into your touch to try and kiss you. You lower your head, denying him the kiss he wants to nip down his neck instead, scraping your teeth against his collarbones and exposed chest.
“Could take that amulet so easy. Right now I think you’d give me just about anything. You’re gagging for it,” you grin down at his glazed eyes, hips still swiveling.
“But I don’t want the amulet,” you tell him and he looks confused in his lust addled state, “you’re gonna keep it, and you’re gonna get us out of this mess, yeah?”
“Y-yeah, I will, promise,” he agrees blindly.
“First thing in the morning,” you tell him and he nods feverishly before cocking his head when he realizes what you said.
“In the morning?” He looks bewildered.
“Yeah, in the morning. I’ve got plans for you tonight.”
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TIME TO MEET UP WITH LIZARD WIFE.
The fact that Crosshair's wrist is apparently even remotely near a small girls wrist size is hilarious to me. Eat more you skinny creature your limbs are only slightly bigger than a child's. He does say it's not an exact fit but. Close enough to work.
Wrecker doing Gonky lifts in the background is wholesome.
"The Jedi who are all dead?" is still the most 0-100 response, good job on your immediate escalation Tech. He's correct but damn.
LIZARD WIFE LIZARD WIFE
Anyway in case it wasn't clear I am extremely Pro-Cid. I love her even though she has committed crimes and betrayals. She looked really sad while doing it you see.
Tech's COMPLETE distaste for this place is hilarious. MAYBE he was ARRESTED for VIOLATING COUNTLESS HEALTH CODE REGULATIONS. It doesn't look that bad but he is Offended.
Love Omega just instantly tuning into the fact that Cid is engaged in the ancient art of 'straight up lying' while in the background everyone else discusses what their next move is if this isn't Cid's place like they didn't just walk under a big glowing sign that says "Cid's"
God bless them all
Deadly looking Crossbow: Exists
Omega: This is? for me to touch?
Nice foreshadowing to her actually getting a hold of a bow though.
I just love Cid's office full of concerning objects like said Crossbow, a mounted clone trooper helmet, and what looks distressingly like a wookiee pelt on the back of the chair. If Cid can do one thing it's design an office.
Echo is so deeply horrified by the concept of becoming a mercenary. They really were setting up the split early, it was obvious from the start that Echo wasn't going to run with this forever. It goes against everything they ARE.
Wrecker and Omega when Cid calls her the brains of the operation LOL. I love them.
Cid I love u but don't be mean to Wrecker in particular he's an angel and we're glad he's here.
The 'what's a slave trader' conversation is minorly annoying still because 'people can be sold' Omega let me tell you a story about THE ENTIRE BASIS OF THE KAMINOAN ECONOMY. Through Echo's whole explanation I'm sitting here going YOU. THAT IS YOU. YOU ARE THE PROPERTY THAT WAS BOUGHT AND SOLD AND NO ONE IS MENTIONING IT. There are points where it feels like they're just straight up not allowed to imply that while the Empire was WORSE for clones, the Republic was also very bad.
Another great moment though that shows how much Echo already doesn't fit this is when Tech helpfully fills in AS WELL AS EARN A DECENT AMOUNT OF CREDITS ONCE THE JOB IS COMPLETE and Echo sounds so damn downtrodden saying 'yeah, that too' they want to be doing good things for the sake of it not worrying about if it's going to get them paid. Tech meanwhile seems more like. You do a good thing (rescue a child) AND you get a good thing in return (the ability to eat regularly) what's there to be upset about?
Old Ord Mantell is goregoussssss
Hunter like 'I'm going to do a good job of parenting and make Omega stay with the ship' and then NOTHING HAPPENS AS PLANNED.
Truly insane that Echo was assigned to be the eyes in the sky, Echo you have one arm go climb that building right now, do it. I know they're used to having Crosshair to do this but surely secondary duty should fall on ANYONE BUT THE ONE WHO DOESN'T HAVE TWO HANDS.
Echo should by all accounts be severely injured from that fall, almost like people in Star Wars don't take fall damage.
Yes I'm going to be thinking about Tech through every one of these so SUE ME. IF THEY DIDN'T WANT ME THINKING ABOUT IT THEY SHOULD STOP SHOWING ME HIM FALLING.
Anyway after the fiasco in Cut & Run and this it is clear that losing Crosshair dramatically decreased the batch's fighting ability, almost like the family needs to be complete to truly thrive.
"I have my BEST PEOPLE (some guys and a child I met five minutes ago) ON IT"
Every food in TBB is simply some form of cylinder.
Something so sweetly domestic about Omega and Gonky on the ship she's just chilling with the family doggo who is actually a half charged brick of a droid.
Also to be fair to Omega. This time she TRIED to just stay on the ship like she was told.
I love when my faves are endangered so the entire batch being captured by slave traders is like catnip to me. Would watch a whole arc about this, I want them constantly getting hurt to protect each other please. My favorite narrative.
Once again Tech is the one to spot Omega clearly he should have been sent up the tower to be the eye in the sky.
Hunter trying to convince her NOT TO COME RESCUE THEM by insistingly shaking his head. You should already know that won't do ANYTHING Hunter.
This guys design and menacing demeanor go so hard for NO reason he's in it for like two and a half minutes tops.
Also regarding this scene, Echo going with 'the Republic outlawed slavery' is some real 'what do you mean you're being murdered that's illegal they can't do that' energy.
Leading Omega along where she needs to go via loud boasting is a great idea though.
"If you do not comply, the person next to you will pay the price" is a TERRIFYING LINE and it is happening ENTIRELY offscreen and I only know he says it because of the subtitles. More peril please.
MUCHI. GREAT HOW NOTHING BAD HAPPENS TO HER IN THE ORIGINAL TRILOGY RIGHT :'D
Still one of the more attractive things Hunter's ever done and I wish we could see his face for it, you know the stare is INTENSE.
Love Wrecker's tiny thumbs up
The moment of sending Muchi off is cute, GREAT HOW NOTHING BAD HAPPENS TO MUCHI R I G H T
The last bit with Cid <3 my girl I just love a crime grandma okay, I love her. She had no reason to make life that difficult for them she just did it Because. Something is wrong with her <3
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stand by me
@levithestripper i’m so sorry this took so long but i hope u like it!!
pairing : osferth x m!reader
word count : 5.4k
Sihtric had promised to come back for you when he left Dunholm all those months ago. As time passed, you began to grow less and less sure of the fact, resigning yourself to a life spent fighting for those who had wronged both you and your brother. Training was relentless, the rewards underwhelming, and the taunts from one-eyed Sven merciless.
You hated your life, wondering why the gods had been so cruel as to give you such a fate.
Sihtric was not a blood relative of yours, although you had much in common. You were a small child when you were enslaved alongside your mother, the only reason for your survival being your potential as a warrior in the future. She died of the sickness only two years after, leaving you alone. Being several years older, Sihtric had taken over the responsibility of caring for you and tried many times to protect you from Kjartan, often bearing the brunt of the violence instead.
Despite this, he never once blamed you, never once took his anger out on you. He was the only security you had and you loved him as a brother, so to watch him leave both broke your heart and terrified you.
Now that you were a teenager, you had to fend for yourself.
You were in the hall one morning when Sven stormed in with the news that Uhtred and Ragnar Ragnarson were in Northumbria and would surely attack. Although Kjartan was flippant, you had a feeling things would not go to plan. He ordered Sven to inform Thyra not to feed her wild hounds and, out of curiosity, you slipped out at once, following him down to the cells.
Having never before dared to venture down to where the “wild” daughter of Ragnar was being held, it was only then that you saw for yourself just how terrified Sven was of her - and listening to his voice tremble as he relayed the message made you smirk.
Her hounds barked as she screamed at him to get out, and you pressed your back against the wall as he did just that. As soon as he left, you let yourself become visible. Unsurprisingly, Thyra gave you a suspicious look.
“Are you another son of Kjartan?” she asked.
You shook your head, fidgeting with your sleeve. “No. I am Y/N. The son of a slave.”
“Why are you here?”
You had to be honest. “I heard that Sven was scared of you. I wanted to see if it was true.”
Thyra weakly huffed what you thought could be a laugh, and your shoulders sagged a little in relief.
“I think they’ll be successful, you know,” you continued quietly. “Uhtred and Ragnar. Kjartan says this fortress is impenetrable but I have heard your brothers are wily.”
“I have no brothers,” she repeated in a low voice.
Your hands clasped the bars of her cell. “I’m sorry. I understand.”
She gave you a strange look. “Do you?”
“I miss my brother,” you admitted. “Sihtric.”
At the mention of his name, her face softened. “Oh, yes. I remember him. He is kind.”
You sighed. “He was like a mother and a father to me. He took as many of my beatings as he could.”
“Beatings?”
“We are seen as bastards,” you smiled sadly. “Kjartan does not care for us. Sven tormented us. But when Sihtric left, he said he would be back for me.”
Thyra bitterly laughed. “I have heard that one before.”
At once, you became defensive, although you were unsure how much weight your words carried. “He will, I know he will!”
“Perhaps he will come with Uhtred,” she said in a neutral voice.
“Perhaps,” you nodded, hoping fervently that she was right.
~~
When the attack came, you hid yourself away. Nobody would remember to find and force a green boy to fight, he would only become a human shield. You seized your chance, grabbing the keys to Thyra’s cell and hurtling down to free her as soon as you could.
Thyra gave you a weak smile, although you could tell she had been crying; her hounds gazed up at the two of you, before following you up to the hall with Thyra in front. As she led you in, the door opened and you instantly froze - it was Sven.
But then one of the hounds by your feet growled, and the terrified look on Sven’s face reminded you of how fearful he himself was.
Still, you hung back slightly, watching in silence as Thyra set her hounds upon him. You were stoic as they tore him apart, his screams becoming synonymous with Kjartan’s - who was standing in a shield wall by the window. As Sven finally fell silent, Kjartan’s eyes drifted to you, and you held his gaze, full of hate for the man that had enslaved you and your mother.
There was nothing he could do but keep going, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“We’ll be free,” you murmured, staring at Sven’s mutilated body.
Thyra said nothing.
It soon became clear that you were right. Shouts that Ragnar and Kjartan had made the square quickly reached you, and at once you made to leave.
“You will not watch?” you asked.
Thyra shook her head. “Go, Y/N.”
Swallowing, you doubled back and took her hand. “If he is with Uhtred, then I will go with him. And if you come too, I promise I’ll take care of you.”
Thyra gently cupped your cheek. “You are only a boy, Y/N,” she said.
“I’ll become a man soon enough,” you said at once, eliciting a rare smile from her.
“Find your brother.”
Before you left, she pressed her forehead to yours. It was with a reluctant gait that you walked outside. Hardly anyone noticed you, their eyes glued to the fight taking place. Kjartan hurled insult after insult, so it felt all the more deserving when Ragnar finally got the upper hand and drove a sword through his chest. You watched as he continued to hack at the body, feeling a vicious sort of satisfaction to watch the man that had stripped the dignity and hope from your mother be robbed of Valhalla, his body stripped of its own dignity.
Eventually, Uhtred held him back, and you finally tore your eyes away to search the crowd of warriors for your brother. Then-
“Sihtric,” you whispered, your heart pounding.
Your brother was there, right at the front, his helmet removed to get a proper view of Kjartan’s demise. His face was a blank slate, one he had mastered from years of abuse, but you knew his emotions were in turmoil.
You wove your way through the crowd rather than across the square, not wanting to be noticed by anyone but him.
And notice you he did.
“Y/N,” he murmured, so quietly you could only read your name from his lips. He enveloped you in a tight hug as soon as you reached him, and you held him just as tightly. “I was looking for you. I feared you were dead.”
“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” you grinned despite the tears in your eyes, and Sihtric laughed as he pressed his forehead to yours.
“I promised I’d be back for you.”
“I know. I always believed you would.”
Sihtric fondly ruffled your hair, leading you away from the square towards the horses. “You have grown.”
You beamed, saddling your own horse. “I’ll be taller than you one day.”
“Keep dreaming, brother.”
~~
That evening, Uhtred questioned who you were. Sihtric introduced you to all those present as his younger brother, and it warmed your heart how quickly you were accepted as one of them, despite your youth.
After you reached Coccham, Uhtred briefly pulled you aside.
“Your brother is a loyal warrior, Y/N,” he said.
“I know, Lord,” you replied. “He is a good man. I hope to be like him someday.”
Uhtred ruffled your hair, a habit he had quickly picked up from Sihtric. “That is good. Although I hope that does not extend to his taste in women,” he added with a snort.
You laughed along a little awkwardly, unsure of what he was referring to. If Sihtric had a woman, you were not yet aware of it.
In truth, Uhtred did not have much to fear about your taste in women, because you didn’t have one at all. Your affections lay with men, although they had taken years for you to even recognise, let alone come to terms with.
The only one that knew of this was Sihtric - and he was more than understanding. In the time before his departure from Dunholm, he had been the one to help you come to terms with your feelings, after all.
As long as he was around, you were in good hands.
~~
Three years had passed since you moved to Coccham with Sihtric. You were on the cusp of becoming a man, preparing to swear an oath of loyalty to Uhtred after endless months of gruelling training. You had found many friends from many different backgrounds - Coccham had become your home.
For Thyra’s wedding to Father Beocca, you had travelled to Winchester with Sihtric, Finan, Uhtred and his wife, Gisela. He was a priest who had been present at Dunholm and prevented her from setting her hounds on her brothers out of anger and grief.
Thyra had emerged from her shell completely with the help of your friends, and you were fiercely protective of her. You knew Beocca would be good to her, having seen their love firsthand. It was with a wide smile that you watched Uhtred perform the ceremony. If anyone deserved to be happy and loved, you thought, it was Thyra.
Soon afterwards came the wedding of Princess Aethelflaed to Aethelred of Mercia, a man referred to by Uhtred as a bread-pudding of a boy. Your attention drifted elsewhere several times during the ceremony despite the fact that Father Beocca was presiding - Christian services simply bored you to death.
After the wedding, you sat outside on the steps of the palace, reclining slightly to soak up the rare sun. Sihtric was a little further down, embracing the woman he had told you he would marry someday. Uhtred and Finan dismissively referred to her as a whore, but you liked her. She was called Sigdaflaed, and she was a kind, funny woman who you thought was a perfect match for your brother. It was only the knowledge that Uhtred was also your lord that prevented you from stamping on his foot for saying otherwise.
Finan, however, was not, and so received many a shove for his crass words.
Currently, you were in half a mind to give one to Aethelwold, the insufferable nephew of the king who was lecturing Uhtred about… something or the other.
“All I will say, again, is that the dead man speaks the truth.”
Closing your eyes, you tried to block out the sound of his voice, until it was punctuated by another.
“Lord?”
“Some would say it is treason. No, no, this wedding is treason.”
“Lord?”
“This wedding is a betrayal of Wessex and the men of Wessex!” Aethelwold continued.
“Meaning you,” Finan muttered.
You snorted.
Aethelwold was incensed. “Should the king die, I have a strong and rightful claim!” he snapped. “Now, Alfred is working to make a new line of succession-”
“Excuse me, Lord Uhtred,” the voice shyly interjected again.
“Go away,” Aethelwold snapped.
Whoever the newcomer was, he was certainly persistent. Now curious, you opened your eyes, shielding them from the glare of the sun, and was surprised to see a novice monk no older than you standing nervously near a peeved Aethelwold.
“I am Osferth,” he said.
“You are a monk,” said Finan dismissively. “A baby monk.”
“Go away,” Aethelwold added.
Despite not knowing Osferth, you frowned at their rudeness towards him and gave Finan a shove.
“Oi!”
“Lord, you - you knew my uncle, lord,” Osferth continued regardless, although his eyes momentarily darted towards you and Finan. “His name was Leofric.”
Leofric was a name you recalled; Uhtred had regaled you all with many stories of the warrior, and adopted his favourite nickname - Arseling.
“Leofric was a great man,” Uhtred said.
At once, you noticed Aethelwold grin. “You are Alfred's bastard son!”
You picked up a small pebble from the ground and hurled it at him. It made satisfying contact with the side of his head and he yelped, making you and Finan snicker.
“Ow! Lord Uhtred, control your Dane-!”
Uhtred, naturally, said nothing and you made to stand up, making Aethelwold flinch slightly. It did the trick - he shut his mouth at once. Lowering yourself down, you smiled at Osferth, gesturing for him to continue.
“I wish to join you, lord,” he said. “Be by your side as my uncle was.”
Finan looked disparagingly at him. “No, we have no need of a monk.”
He was about to receive another shove when Osferth spoke again.
“As a warrior, lord,” he said steadily. “I wish to serve you as a warrior.”
You watched as Uhtred regarded him for a moment, hoping he would not turn the young man away. Despite his meek demeanour he remained stubborn, which intrigued you to no end. You began to wonder if Aethelwold’s words were true.
“Uhtred.”
Steapa had emerged from the palace, hovering over Uhtred. “Uhtred, you are wanted.”
Uhtred did not acknowledge him, continuing to observe the earnest monk.
“The king!” Steapa added impatiently.
“Enjoy the wedding feast,” Aethelwold muttered as he left, sulky at having been largely ignored.
When it became clear that Steapa was moments away from dragging him inside by the scruff of his neck, Uhtred stood up. “You. Find me again. Bring a sword and lose your cross.”
The smile that lit up the monk’s features inadvertently brought one to your own. “Thank you, my lord, I-I will!”
Beside you, Finan shook his head. “I’ll make sure the responsibility of training him falls on you, Y/N,” he said, and you only scoffed in reply.
~~
Evening had fallen and you were on your way home rather than joining Finan, Clapa, and Sihtric at the alehouse, electing not to have a sore head during training the next morning. As you turned a corner, you found yourself nearly bumping into the young monk from earlier.
“You’re a long way from the monastery, Osferth,” you smiled.
Osferth awkwardly laughed. “I’ve just left it, actually… for good. I remember you,” he added quickly, as though wanting to change the subject, “you threw that rock at Aethelwold.”
He seemed to be fighting a smile at the memory, which you found strangely endearing.
You smirked. “I did.”
“I don’t think I got your name…?”
“Y/N,” you answered. “Are you going to find Uhtred?”
Osferth nodded, and you grinned. “Then I’ll come with you.”
You were well aware that he probably already knew the way, but he didn’t exactly turn down your offer, giving you the excuse you wanted to spend a little time with him away from the others.
“Where will you stay?” you asked him.
“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “I suppose I’ll need to find a room above the alehouse…”
“Or you could stay with us,” you offered. “Sihtric and I, I mean. We have enough room for the time being, and you won’t have to pay for it.”
He seemed genuinely taken aback by this. “Are you sure, Y/N? I don’t want to intrude-”
“You won’t,” you said automatically, waving him off. “Besides, my brother’s getting married soon, so when he moves out it’ll just be me left. And I wouldn’t mind a roommate,” you added with a smile.
Tentatively, he returned your smile. “Will Sihtric mind?”
You shook your head. “No, he’s not Finan.”
He huffed a laugh at that, making you feel strangely proud that you had elicited it from him. “He doesn’t want me around, does he?”
“He might act like it,” you shrugged, “but he doesn’t usually give nicknames to people he can’t stand. You saw how quickly he’s taken to calling you Baby Monk, no?”
“That’s true,” he smiled. “I think he’s forgotten my name already.”
You laughed. “Maybe.”
~~
It was dark by the time you both reached Uhtred’s home. Being more familiar with it than Osferth was, you guided him down to the dock by the hall, where you knew Uhtred liked to spend quiet time with Gisela.
“I’ll get going, then,” you said. “If I’m asleep by the time you’re back, just let yourself in, alright?”
Osferth nodded. “Alright.”
He waved you off as you left to return to your home, happy to have found a friend.
~~
Sihtric had still not returned from the alehouse by the time the door opened again. You were still awake despite your lethargy, anxious to ensure Osferth reached your home safely.
“How did it go?” you asked at once, jumping up to meet him.
“Good,” he answered vaguely. You cocked an eyebrow and he exhaled. “Well, the only reason Lord Uhtred allowed me to join him was to embarrass Alfred. But I think Gisela likes me.”
“Well, I’d say Gisela’s the smarter of the two,” you said, closing the door behind him. “Don’t tell Uhtred I said that, though.”
Osferth smiled conspiratorially. “I won’t.”
You beamed. “Besides, you’ve got plenty of time to prove yourself. Give him reason to let you stay, you know?”
Osferth was taken aback. “That’s what I said!”
“Really?”
He nodded.
“Then I’ll hold you to that even more,” you grinned. “Right,” you added, looking around. “I’d give you Sihtric’s bed for now but he might still wander in later, so you can take mine.”
At once, he protested. “No, no, it’s fine, I’ll sleep on the floor-”
“What kind of a host lets his guest sleep on the floor?” you countered, already pulling extra furs down. “Go on, take the bed. I really don’t mind.”
For a moment he looked conflicted, but eventually caved in at the stubborn look on your face. “All right. Thank you, Y/N, truly.”
At once you waved him off, but the warmth of his smile did far more to warm your cheeks than the roaring fire, and you knew at once that you were fucked.
~~
Training over the next few months was brutal as usual, but having Osferth at your side meant you actually looked forward to it. As Finan had promised, you were landed with the task of training the young man more often than not. If he ever noticed that you did not mind one bit, he would almost certainly revoke it.
At first, you were easy on Osferth, aware that the mere feeling of a sword in his hand was still largely foreign, but after a week or so you realised that if he was to yield any results, you would have to be tough.
“You’re seriously making me rethink whether I should’ve left that monastery.”
“Am I that bad?” you laughed.
The two of you had retreated to a corner of the alehouse to reward yourselves after a particularly gruelling training session.
“You’re a great friend,” Osferth smiled, “but a cruel mentor.”
You smirked, even if being called his friend didn’t feel nearly as good as it should have. “Well, it’s because I’m such a great friend that I’m so cruel. I’d quite like to see you again after battle, you know.”
“Yeah,” he sighed, “if my legs don’t give out on the battlefield first. What if I’m not meant to be a warrior, Y/N? I feel like an idiot compared to everyone else.”
“Everyone else started learning to fight when they were children,” you countered firmly. “Don’t compare yourself to them. I’m willing to bet you never even so much as picked up a weapon in all the years before you joined us.”
Osferth shrugged. “Even so, I’ll be nothing but a liability at Beamfleot.”
You frowned. “No, you won’t. Uhtred wants you there ‘cause you need the experience, and I want you there ‘cause… well, I’ll feel better with you nearby. Look, I’ll have your back, won’t I? Don’t worry so much,” you added with a grin, poking his furrowed brow, “or else that face will stick.”
He swatted your hand away but he was laughing now, and that was all that mattered to you.
~~
You had spent so long worrying about Osferth that you nearly forgot the fact that this was going to be your first experience of proper battle, too. As you travelled to Beamfleot, both of you were sick with nerves, but you were doing perhaps a slightly better job of concealing that than Osferth.
Instinctively you stayed by his side as much as you could, looking out for him as well as yourself.
Your training served you well - you were more than prepared, fending off every Dane that came your way, until you were forced to deliver a deadly blow to the last one.
The Dane fell to the ground for what felt like hours, and all you could do was watch helplessly as the life drained from his eyes. Time seemed to stop, and all you could hear were your rapidly shaky breaths, one after the other to try and calm yourself down.
��Y/N?” said Sihtric softly, putting a hand on your shoulder.
You jolted suddenly, not realising that your brother had found you. “I killed one of my own,” you whispered.
“No,” he said firmly. “If you hadn’t killed him, he would have killed you first. Never forget it.”
He squeezed your shoulder reassuringly, and you nodded.
“Don’t look at the body,” he added. “Just keep moving-”
“Sihtric, we need to keep moving!” shouted Uhtred, standing a little further down as the other men made their way over.
Sihtric chuckled, and you managed a smile. “Come on, Y/N.”
“Wait,” you said suddenly. “I’ll - I’ll be with you in a minute.”
Your brother nodded, patting your shoulder once more before joining Uhtred. You turned back, your eyes searching for Osferth.
Thankfully he was alive. He was standing over another dead Dane, clutching a bloody sword and in a similar state to you. At once you made your way over, stepping over bodies and trying not to look at their faces.
“Osferth?”
His eyes shot up, and his shoulders sagged in obvious relief. “Y/N.”
“Come on,” you said. “We need to keep going.”
But Osferth was frozen, and you couldn’t blame him for it at all. His strict religious upbringing meant he had probably never even seen death after such violence, let alone been responsible for some of it.
He was staring at the man’s face again, and you knew you needed to distract him.
“Look at me,” you said, gently taking the sword from his shaking hands. He did as you said, and when he did you saw the tears brimming in his eyes.
“I can’t do this,” he murmured, shaking his head.
“You can,” you said, “I swear you can. You’re still alive, aren’t you? That’s a good sign - you proved Finan wrong!”
Osferth ran a hand through his hair, his panic seemingly growing. “No, no, I-I’ve killed a man, Y/N!”
“That’s what warriors do!” you insisted, when Sihtric’s words sprung to mind. “Christian warriors don’t go to hell, do they? And besides, if you hadn’t killed him, he would have killed you first-”
“Y/N!” bellowed Uhtred. “Grab the monk and move! We need to keep going!”
“Come with me,” you urged, handing him the axe from your belt instead. “Just stick with me and don’t look at their faces.”
You needed that advice just as much as he did, but he was so clearly disturbed that you felt compelled to hide your own distress from him for the time being. You needed him to feel secure with you.
Osferth was gripping the axe so tightly his knuckles were white. “Alright,” he whispered, letting you take his arm and lead him to rejoin the others.
~~
Even while Lady Aethelflaed was being freed, you weren’t able to fully focus. Despite wanting to stay close to one another, you were somewhat constrained by the orders you were given, and so could not follow him to the stables where he was to send the decoy away on a horse.
That meant the next time you’d see him would be on the battlefield.
After what felt like hours of knowing nothing, the relief that overwhelmed you upon finally seeing him again was short-lived as Sigefrid and his men charged at you. You took your place between Osferth and your brother, taking deep breaths to prepare yourself.
“Stand by me,” you murmured, seeing the fear in his eyes, “and no harm will come to you. I swear.”
He didn’t say a word as he stared at the Northmen, only nodding his reply.
In spite of their small number, Sigefrid’s men fought hard. You knew that after losing Erik, Aethelflaed, and the fortress, they were prepared to go to Valhalla that day - but you were not.
Sihtric’s words repeated themselves in your head as you fought. You lost sight of him after a moment and panic momentarily seized you until you realised Osferth was still beside you, holding your bloodless axe in both hands. You knew then that you couldn’t fail him, not when you had sworn to keep him safe.
So you swallowed your panic and continued to fight with all you had, the heat of battle consuming you as you slashed and parried and stood between Osferth and the enemy, until it suddenly dulled.
Aethelflaed had killed Sigefrid. It was all over.
You lowered your sword, breathing heavily as the adrenaline of battle seeped away. Beside you remained Osferth, and you smiled in unbridled relief.
“Come on,” you said quietly, putting an arm around his shoulder. “Let’s go home, yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said, finally meeting your eye and returning your smile, albeit a little shakily.
~~
Although the two of you were already close, Beamfleot bonded you together in a way that only your first taste of true battle could. You were inseparable after that, with Finan deciding he wanted to give you a nickname to match Baby Monk until you threatened to inform the fisherman’s daughter of his feelings for her.
A period of peace followed Aethelflaed’s return to Mercia, which allowed for Osferth’s training to continue - until the peace was disrupted once again. He was becoming more proficient with a weapon, almost ready for battle, as you cheerfully informed him after the battle against Bloodhair at Fearnham.
“You’ll be fighting in the next one, won’t you?” you said.
“Yes,” he smiled, “although I was quite content as a spectator, too.”
~~
Much had occurred between Fearnham and now, as you stood in the fields outside Beamfleot… again. So much that you could hardly wrap your head around half of it.
But you could not think about that now. You were outnumbered and surrounded by Danes on all sides, trapping you and the few men around you - including Osferth. You knew Edward had promised the men of Wessex as reinforcements, but so far they had not shown themselves. There were only so many Danes you could fight at once, as each time you felled one another took his place almost immediately.
“Where is Alfred’s army?” you heard Sihtric shout. “Why are they waiting?”
That same desperate thought filled your mind as you tried to fend them off. Your eyes shifted to the right, and you saw with a jolt of panic that Osferth had just attacked a Dane and caused him to fall from his horse, and another was heading his way.
Without thinking twice, you ran to him first and pushed him out of the way - but you couldn’t avoid the sword of the Dane whose warpath you were now standing squarely in. He slashed at you and you stumbled backwards, dropping your sword to clutch the gash in your abdomen as blood seeped through your fingers.
The pain was blinding. Soon you soon found yourself on the ground, your senses weakening with every second that passed. The voices around you grew quieter even as you strained to listen, to stay awake.
“Y/N, no!”
“It’s Alfred! Alfred’s army is here!”
“Stay with me, please - Sihtric, help me!”
You dimly saw the terrified faces of both Osferth and your brother before everything faded to black.
~~
You were unsure of how much time had passed when you finally stirred. At your bedside sat the one person you were most grateful to see.
“Osferth.”
“Oh, thank God. You’re awake.”
Your response was groggy. “Yeah.”
“You gave us a fright, Y/N,” he continued, breathing a sigh of relief.
Your hand moved to the aching spot on your abdomen where your injury lay, now cleaned and wrapped, and you winced. “How long you been here?” you murmured.
He exhaled. “All night. I couldn’t leave you, Y/N.”
You studied his face intently as he stared at his tightly-clasped hands. Dark circles had formed under his eyes from lack of sleep, and your tired heart swelled. “You been praying for me?”
His downcast eyes finally met your own. “Yes. I was… I was scared you wouldn’t wake up again.”
Smiling, you put a hand on his arm. “I couldn’t leave you either, Osferth. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”
Osferth returned your smile and sat a little closer, taking your hand in both of his. “I wanted to thank you, Y/N. I won’t ever forget what you did for me.”
“Huh?”
“You - you took the blow meant for me,” he explained patiently, despite sounding extremely shaken.
At once, the memories came flooding back in a torrent, of you shielding him whenever you could, fighting off Danes headed your way, pushing him out of the warpath of an attacker - but not fast enough to avoid the man’s sword. The pain had been excruciating.
“An’ I’d do it again,” you smiled weakly.
You were met with a look of confusion.
“Why?” Osferth asked, his voice hardly a whisper.
Reaching up with your other hand, you gave his furrowed brow a feeble poke. “That face’ll stick, you know.”
He laughed softly, gently pushing your hand back down. “Why would you want to put yourself through that again?”
“‘Cause I care about you,” you answered honestly. “I’d put myself through that a million more times if it meant you’d be safe.”
“Truly?”
You nodded, your eyes never leaving his face for even a moment. Osferth gave you a smile then, its familiar warmth so different from his usual smirk that your stomach flipped at the sight.
Before you knew it, that smile was a hair’s breadth from your own, silently asking permission to continue. In response, you leaned up a little to close the gap between you. Your hand dropped from his grasp as he moved to cup the side of your face, deepening the kiss.
“D’you fancy me, Osferth?” you asked afterwards, grinning weakly at him.
“I might do,” he replied with a smirk.
“You sure?”
He answered that with another kiss.
~~
For a while you lay there contentedly, closing your eyes while his hand absentmindedly played with your hair.
“I killed him, you know.”
“Hm?”
“The man that did this to you.”
Your eyes opened abruptly and you turned to him. “You did?”
He nodded with a frown. “I didn’t go in wanting to kill any man. But something in me snapped when I saw you lying there like that, and I… I wouldn’t let him get away with it.”
You smiled fondly at him. “I wish I’d seen that. I’m sure you fought well.”
He returned your smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Thank you.”
“It weighs on you, doesn’t it?”
He sighed and nodded. “I have killed only once before. And you know what I was like after that.”
You knew, and you understood. You had been the same. “You will feel less guilt with time, I promise.”
“You know what’s strange?” he said. “I feel guilty for taking the life of another man, and yet I would do the same again and again if it meant you would be avenged.”
His words stole your heart. Taking his hand, you brought it to your lips and pressed a soft kiss there. “I love you, you know.”
He looked taken aback by this for a moment, before his features softened into a smile. “I love you too, Y/N. More than anything.”
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"i've given you plenty of opportunities to tell the truth." - from the hiding prompts - forrrrrrrr maybe Calpernia/Solas? (I'M INTRIGUED OK haha)
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notes: trespasser spoilers & calpernia's arc spoilers
Her fury was evident as she finally approached—as he finally stopped running and let her approach.
Her chase was unending, but it had to end. She had sent her Venatori to scour the land for signs of him. Her spies. Varric’s own spies were subtle but still present, and Leliana’s were powerful and precise. The weight of the foregone Inquisition bore down upon him with a singular intent, and there were simply too many forces arrayed against him—even with the Eluvians, even with the Beyond and the Fade, he was becoming trapped. He needed someone to stop the pursuit.
Varric’s was the least threatening, and the dwarf was incredibly stubborn. Leliana would not stop so long as she drew breath, and although she presented the greatest risk, Solas would not kill her in order to stem her spies.
That left only Calpernia to dissuade. Calpernia to meet with, Calpernia to argue with. “Why,” she hissed as she approached, her expression tight with her anger. Despite all that had changed, all that had happened, she was dressed in the same armor, wore her hair in the same way… if he closed the distance between them, he thought she would smell the same, that she would feel achingly familiar in his arms.
He kept the distance. He had to.
“There is no other option,” was his paltry answer.
“There is always another option!” She snapped, and he felt the weight of her meaning crackle across the space between them. Her words were thread through with her power, a transfixing display of might and magic and anger. “You taught me that!”
“No,” he said softly, “you knew that long before you met me.” Her expression faltered then, anger giving way to grief for a brief moment… but then she took a deep breath and drew her fury back around her. A shield, a strength, a well of power to draw from.
She would not yield the day easily.
“You have always known there were other options,” he continued. “You taught yourself everything. How to read. How to wield your magic. How to change the world.”
“Like you!” He nodded, conceding the point.
“Yes. Like me. Except…” he scoffed, glancing away briefly. “You were never as naive as I was.”
“You’re being naive now!” She shouted, perhaps sensing a weakness. Perhaps accurately sensing a weakness. But he would not yield to her. He would not spoil all he had worked for, all he had still to do.
“Perhaps,” he admitted after a moment. “There is still no other option.”
“Fen’harel.” She spat the name like a curse… he supposed it was, anymore. “The deceiver. The liar. The betrayer.”
“Yes.” His voice sounded hollow even to his own ears. “Yes. So I was. So I am.”
“You betrayed me,” her pain overtook her anger for a moment, her voice thick. “You betrayed the Inquisition! Your friends! Why, Solas?”
The real question. One which required a real answer… or as much of one as he could give. He met her eyes once more.
“I am Fen’harel,” he confirmed again, “the Dread Wolf. When the Elvhen dominated the land, when Arlathan was the center of power in the known world, when the Fade and the Waking World were as one… that was my existence. My time.” She said nothing, staring hard at him. He was uncertain how much she had been told of his conversation with the Inquisitor, and she did not seem compelled to clarify the matter. “The Evanuris were powerful mages, but not the gods the Dalish think they were. Not gods at all. They were masters, slave-owners, who branded their people with the vallaslin.” Her face was a mask, her emotions contained. But he knew her, knew she felt this—she couldn’t fail to feel this, a slave her entire life until Corypheus “freed” her to use her.
“There had long been murmurings of rebellion,” he continued, “and in my naivete, I fueled them. I organized in secret, freed slaves, removed their vallaslin and smuggled them out of the city. In this way, I slowly amassed an army—and when we were powerful enough… when I thought we were powerful enough… we stood against the Evanuris.”
She stared at him, waiting for the rest of the story, although they both knew how it ended.
“We lost.”
“They died fighting for their own freedom,” she said and his eyes slipped shut, wanting so badly to let her words soothe him. But he could not permit it—this was his burden, his mistake. And it was hardly his only one.
“Even if they did, it was for naught. The war made the Evanuris more determined, more ruthless. They pursued a weapon that would destroy the world. To prevent it… I sundered the world.”
“And now you seek to restore it,” she concluded. So she had been told. He was not surprised—she knew the value of keeping the truth to herself, so long as it suited. Her cunning, her tactics, it was part of what he admired about her. Part of why he had grown, in time, to love her.
Such an unexpected thing, to love a human woman. But he could not deny that she had intrigued him from the start, that her drive and determination and tireless effort for her people had done nothing except inspire him. She was not always right… but when she had learned the error of her ways, the mistake of trusting Corypheus, she had turned on all she knew to stand against him. She wanted to restore her homeland to something worthwhile, to liberate the slaves, to raise them up as citizens. She used all the means at her disposal to do so.
He saw so much of himself in her, but also something so much better. She was not as jaded as he had become, not as despairing. She was lush and vibrant and so passionate it bordered on desperate.
“Yes,” he said at last.
“Then let me come,” she said and he shook his head, even knowing this was coming. Knowing it must come. Her drive, her determination, her need for restoration… of course she would want to be at his side. But she only knew the outline of his plans, and he could not condemn her to live the reality of them. To suffer the consequences alongside him.
Better that she live a life free of him, free of his influence.
“You deserve to live your own life,” he told her, watching as her fury soared again. “Not to chain yourself to mine.”
“How dare you,” she snarled, taking a step closer. “How dare you. I chain myself to nothing! I offer this willingly.”
“You do not know the gravity of your offer,” he protested and she took another step closer. He wanted to back up, wanted to flee, but instead held his ground.
“You think I followed you all this way to pledge myself to you? To bow down, become a slave to your whims?” He winced but she did not give him room to reply. “No, Solas. I have done nothing except be with you. Learn from you. And I have never prevented you from telling me this truth about yourself. There have been so many opportunities–”
Her voice broke again and his heart ached. He wanted so badly to wrap her in his arms, to press apologies against her skin, her hair, but…
“I cannot allow you to join me,” he said instead, forcing a distance in his voice that he did not feel, “and I could never tell you the truth. There is too much at stake.”
“You’re lying to yourself,” she snapped and it took everything in him to not react. To not indulge in the belief that maybe, maybe she was right, that he could allow her to stay at his side, that it would not be cruel and selfish and—
No.
“I am sorry,” he said instead, watching as her expression hardened. “Please, stop pursuing me.” With that he turned and left through the Eluvian he’d come from, although he did not miss her final response:
“No.”
#broodwrites#dadw time#calpernia#solas#i need a ship name for them but ummm...#solpernia?#calpas? calas?#idk. i shall decide later lmao.#anyway. feeling feelings.#still need to work on getting her voice down tho so this was a good practice run ;u;
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take me to church by hozier is secret lifes song and i wont be taking any critisizm at this time.
(a lot of these are half baked ideas leave me alone)
"If the Heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece" - something about the secret keeper
"The only Heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you" - something about only dying to be brought back to another death game
"I was born sick, but I love it" - they willingly return to these games
"Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies" - going to the secret keeper
"I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife" - when they fail a task they lose hearts
"Offer me that deathless death" - theyre given hearts... but they must lose them all eventually
"Good God, let me give you my life" - they really owe everything to the secret keeper. theyre slaves to it.
"Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine looking high horse" - uk how the first zombies all rode horses together? yeah.
"We've a lot of starving faithful" - the zombie apocalypse <3
"That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work" - if used in an animatic, this would be deaths to the zombies or potentially the survivors?
"No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean" - this line gives me so many thoughts but no specific ones. something to do with murder probably. the only way to try to escape is to kill... but thats what they want you to do, so is it rly escape? also the final fight would fit here.
yeah thats it please lmk ur thoughts <3 also anyone ever can use this idea as long as u credit me AND THEN SHOW ME!!!!
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I'd like to reqeust Anakin x y/n who is his childhood friend and his secret crush even before Padme! However in the story he's already married with Padme but one day he found y/n again in a bad situation lole slavery or something like that and he knows who he wants after all this time u know♥️ thank you😍
Working for Watto was a nightmare, he was demanding, rude, and sometimes you swore you could just kill him. But as his slave you had no other choice but to endure it all.
There was commotion in the town, probably nothing, Tatooine can get so boring that the smallest thing would get people talking.
You had no time to go and see for yourself anyway so you didn’t pay attention. Watto had you working outside today, moving scrap metal and heavy machine parts. You were in the middle of picking up a particularly heavy motor when you heard someone behind you
“Need a hand m’lady” the man said
You rolled your eyes not even turning to look at him
“No, I got it.” You replied sternly, the men of Tatooine could be annoying and disrespectful. You were not going to entertain any of it.
“Really, do you y/n” he spoke again
You dropped what was in your hand and started yelling as you turned
“CAN YOU LEAVE ME A-“ you were caught off when you saw who the annoying man was, he still looked the same, just much taller and now wore the traditional Jedi clothing, the signature lightsaber resting on his hip.
“Anakin?” You yelled
He extended his arms and you embraced him in a hug. Oh god, it felt so good. You had truly missed him, you wanted to know everything about his life now. The two of you had been best friends and each other’s childhood crushes, you wanted to know who that little boy became.
Watto started yelling out the window, “I don’t pay you to stand around all day”
“You don’t pay me at all” you yelled back
Anakin laughed, since he had once been Watto’s slave he knew the man, he knew the conditions you were under.
You were so stunned at how handsome he was now. You were kind of embarrassed at how you looked compared to him. You had sand all over your clothes, grease and oil from the metal across one of your cheeks. The heat was too much so you wore a top that exposed your entire stomach that was also covered in whatever came off the scrap parts. You thought you looked like a hot mess but on the other end Anakin thought the opposite.
Anakin’s POV:
Look at her, she was always the cutest girl around but now she’s such a beautiful woman. She remains such a high and positive spirited person despite this being her daily life. I can’t help but take quick glances at her exposed skin.
Anakin, focus, I keep telling myself. You are married, Padme is home waiting for you to return.
But seeing Y/N made all the memories come flooding back. Us running around pretending to be Jedi not knowing I would be a real one someday. The way she used to wear her hair in pigtails and I used to pull on them as my way of flirting. It hurts me to think she might also have someone waiting for her at home.
BACK TO YOUR POV:
Anakin was staring at you, oh god you thought to yourself I do look like a mess.
“Are you here for long?” You asked him, hoping he said yes
“No, not really, I just came here on a mission and stopped by to see if you I could find you”
“Well here I am” you say
Anakin scanned your entire body and seemed to focus on all the injuries you have from working here, your arms were bruised, cut, and scarred.
“I have to get back to work Ani, I wish I could catch up, you know how Watto gets”
“Yeah, well take care of yourself y/n” Anakin replied.
The both of you hugged before he walked away. This hug lasted for a minute. The both of you were afraid that it would be the last time in a while that you see each other but parting ways was the only option the both of you had.
As he walked away and you started on your labor again he screamed out
“Don't stay late, don’t want to keep your husband waiting”
You laughed and screamed back
“Still single if that’s what you were trying to ask”
Anakin’s POV:
Seeing Y/N after all these years has deeply affected me. I’ve been back in Coruscant for some days now and all I can think about is running back to Tatooine.
I knew Padme was talking to me because far off in the distance I could hear her voice but I was too deep in my thoughts to understand what was being said
“ANAKIN” Padme clapped her hands in front of me trying to get my attention
“Huh”
“What’s the matter? You’ve been so distant since you returned” She asked
“Just home sick” I replied. Homesick. I was longing for Y/N, I didn’t really feel like I was back home until I saw her.
As the days went by my relationship with Padme was on the brink of ending. Every conversation led to a fight, every action of hers I compared to Y/N. Every embrace and sign of affection I wish could come from somebody else. This was not fair to Padme and it was not fair to me.
With an aching pain in my heart I decided to follow the force that was pulling me to my childhood best friend, the girl I’ve loved from day one. On good terms I left Padme, explained my decision and wished her the best.
Back to your POV:
It was the middle of the night and you heard the familiar roar of a spacecraft motor, whoever decided to visit Tatooine in the middle of the night must be insane.
“Y/N” whispered a familiar voice outside of your home
You were right, it did have to be an insane person.
You wrapped yourself in a blanket and slowly opened the door, making sure you didn’t make too much noise and alert Watto.
“Anakin, what are you doing” you whisper back
“I’m taking you”
“Where?”
“Somewhere far away”
You swore you had to be dreaming. Anakin wouldn’t just show up in the middle of the night to take you away against your owner's consent.
Actually, yes he would. It’s Anakin.
“I can’t just run away Ani” you tried arguing back with him, you wanted to but you were honestly scared of the consequences
He could sense it in you, he knew you were scared. He couldn’t blame you. When Qui Gon and Obi took him away he was scared to leave the only life he knew behind.
“I’ve got you” he said as he took your hand in his, “let’s run on 3”
“1..2..”
Before Anakin even made it to 3 you were running already.
He started leading the way toward his spacecraft, cutting through alleys, hiding from anyone who might see the two of you.
You had finally made it, the two of you where now on board and as the door was closing you see and hear Watto
“Hey, hey where are you -“ he was caught off by the door fully closing shut.
You couldn’t believe it. You were free. Free to live, free to run away, free to love…
Anakin's POV:
I am so going to get in trouble for what I just did. Not only did I steal Obi Wan’s ship but I just helped Y/N run away. It’s all worth it though, sitting next to her and seeing the smile on her face as we cross the galaxy and she takes in the sight of all the stars fills me up with so much joy.
“So, now that you’re free..maybe you and I can, you know, like um” I try to express my thoughts but it was like I forgot every word I knew
“We can what?” She asks and looks at me with curious eyes
“I don’t know if you remember but when we were little we promised each other that if we were ever free we would live together on a far away planet, with a family of our own. Give them a life we could only dream of when we were children” I said to her
“You remembered?” She questioned with a smile on her face
“It’s all I’ve thought about since I saw you again”
I swear the look on her face said everything I wanted to know, she looked at me lovingly, as if she had waited for this moment her entire life, she probably has. I know deep down I was always hoping to come back to her. Yes, I did grow to love Padme but with Y/N is different.
I am IN love with her.
“So how about we look for that planet we want to settle on?’ I ask as I take her hand in mine and kiss it ever so gently.
Y/N leaned back in her chair and nodded, “Let’s do it Ani”.
#anakin x reader#star wars#fanfic#fanfiction#romance#darth vader#darth vader x reader#imagine#anakin skywalker imagine#darth vader imagine
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I'm slaving over a university assignment and it's 5:30 am where I live and I don't know whether I want yeonjun or beomgyu to distract me by using me and tiring me out so I can instead fall asleep
omg shit i give up at like 1 am im writing both u deserve it <3
yeonjun who silently can tell you need a break without a word n decides to do smth about it, his hand on your thigh n whisper in your ear to tell you that’s enough >< a firm hand shutting your laptop without hesitation, tipping your chin up to face him when he says you’ve had enough, it’s his time now… better to listen to him? ugh he gets off on hearing you say you want him to use you, that you need him to do whatever he’d like to distract you~~ please, he won’t just be a simple distraction—if you ask him… you owe him all the time he wants, yeonjun doesn’t settle for a quickie. it’s on your knees, think he deserves an apology for all the time you’ve spent away from him, deep throat him all the way~~ not enough n hard dom yeonjun takes over, fucking your face n forcing his cock to kiss the back of your throat, it hurts so good n his pretty slut is choking on his cock, he loves the tears when you cling to his thigh, begging him to use you more n more n more >< cum all over your face, be a good girl n lick it up off your lips n give him that dreamy, dazed cockslut look he wants, suck his dick again bc you’re so starved for it after so much schoolwork, ugh he has to tug you off with a pop when you’re too greedy, his face flushed with how needy you are today~~ so spread your legs for him nice n pretty, be his fucktoy?
beomgyu who finds concentration hot LOL— anyways finds himself with a raging hard n well… why would he deal with it himself if he can just distract you? his signature, “honey~” when he takes your hand off your keyboard, pressing it to his erection, the devilish grin on his face when he insists it’s your fault, so why don’t you help him out? beomgyu who practically shoves all your schoolwork aside bc he’s that impatient n makes out with you after lifting you on your desk, his crotch pressed to yours >< maybe there’s a mess on the floor and everything’s unorganized… but who can pay attention to that when beomgyu’s pounding into your cunny without any restraint, groping your ass n not even bothering to take off your clothes~~ ugh be careful, you’re half sitting on your notes,,, have to take all his seed or else it’ll drip on them (wink wink)… n because it’s gyu, he can’t do just one round, can he fuck you against the desk? he wants to cum on your ass again, beomgyu really liked it last time. oh, and he’s also down to doggy on the floor, or maybe ride him on your chair… or you could ride his thigh too? HES TOO HORNY STOP HIM
#oof okay had to cut yeonjun’s short to keep them equal SORRY ITS ABRUPT#txt hard hours#txt hard thoughts#yeonjunie <3#gyu <3#mille.inbox#mille.anon
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a little collection, all one right after the other, picked up last week, not sure why i didn’t post it then 🤷🏻♀️
i also saw a tweet saying that it shouldn’t even be called “art”, which… yeah, i agree. it’s scraping art and treating it as if it’s gum on the bottom of a desk and throwing it into a blender at a whim when it should’ve been put to good use and made a natural evolution of digital art—i keep saying it but it’s the biggest missed opportunity in the history of missed opportunities. ai had the potential to build upon digital art and to be worked with, but that’s not what’s happening, though. moreover, way too many people are doubling down and supporting it, often knowing the nefarious nature of it, which makes them complicit in the abuse of hard-working artists and their life’s work. i’ve also been seeing accusations of ableism against human artists—these comments are often oblivious to the fact that disabled artists have existed for centuries (look no further than frida kahlo)—even accusations of racism and sexism.
excuse me, but taking the art from a black artist or a female artist or a transgender artist or a guy who paints with his feet and using it without their consent in your k00l ai app is a million times more discriminatory than anything any artist has ever done (bonus if you know about all this but keep contributing to it—if anything, that’s worse).
even if you aren’t active in the art world, all this alone should piss you off.
i’m also seeing more things about slurs thrown at artists (”paintpig”, “drawslave”, and “drawcel” being only three examples), and i’d say “you’re gonna have to do a lot better than that” à la cosmo kramer, but i don’t think that’d suffice, tbh—as i said before, they almost feel like compliments, like yes! i am a drawslave! i am a slave to drawing and my craft! 😂
and yes, ai replacing humans has already long begun: go read about disney, and also book publishers like tor books. replacing human artists and their digital art with soulless robotic ai with watermarks included has already whupped up and let a bunch of diligent people go on their own for the sake of $$$$ and mass appeal. it’s very quickly approaching the point where, unless you have a very distinct, visceral style that’s heavy on textures and just looks different like mine, digital art made by a human being and a digital piece by a machine will have no distinction between each other, and traditional art will be the only truly human art left.
mind, every human alive is capable of making art no matter what the excuse is—there’s no excuse. if you’re human, you’re an artist. you can create something. it’s part of who you are, as unique as your fingerprint and your dna. “but i’m not an artist!” BULLSHIT. B U L L S H I T. you are as capable of making art as i am. if you can pick up a pencil with any part of your body, you can train yourself—go read about the guy who draws with his feet, he’s amazing. “i won’t be as good as you, though.” yeah, and? that doesn’t mean you can’t be good in your own way. i tried making tutorials or how to draw like me before and i wound deleting them because no one was willing to try it out, and i soon learned that it’s because my art is unique to me, as well as cop outs like “not an artist”.
the rise of ai art tells me that people are way too lazy and entitled for their own good now. our ape bodies are too reliant upon technology, and technology is advancing faster than any of us can keep up. it’s not only the biggest wasted opportunity ever, but it’s a sign of not caring about your fellow human and what they can make with their bodies and brains, especially with their hands. we have spent millennia using our hands to build the very advancements that brought us to this point in history… and we’re willing to throw it away, and what for?
bitch. my hands have used pencils, pens, paintbrushes, turpentine, metals, heavy machinery, wood, axes, hatchets, knives, ceramic clay, acids, bases, chemicals that can leave blisters on the inside of your lungs, literal fire, rocks and minerals, a fucking Geiger counter, soldering irons, welding torches, heavy tools like table saws and sledgehammers, bicycle chains, one of those old rotary telephones, typewriters, fucking floppy disks!!, all kinds of fabric, a drum kit, a piano, guitars, microphones, xylophones, baseball bats, hockey sticks, basketballs, volleyballs, and some of the most delicious food i have ever eaten… i got to touch pitchblende (uranium ore) with these hands. i got to touch lead soldering and broken glass. these hands have gotten to touch silver ore and 24-karat gold. i even got to touch things from the softest cat fur to the skin of a snake and the exoskeleton of a scorpion. these hands have shaken the hands of teachers, famous people, and people no longer with us. these hands have fired guns and shot arrows. these hands have helped me climb up hills and small mountains. these hands have been cut, scratched, burned by both fire and dry ice, stepped on, slapped, but also lovingly held and massaged. these hands have written millions of words of literature and poetry. these hands have written words in english, french, spanish, german, italian, danish, latin, japanese, russian, and most recently portuguese. these hands have fixed houses, planted gardens, even built a car from the ground up. these are working hands, and they always come back to art.
i have toiled in obscurity since 2006, and to a further extent, 1999. i refuse to ever work with art shops anymore because they continue to rip me off and take my money, and they’re making me vulnerable to scraping. i have had my art insulted, mocked, patronized, laughed at, called dumb or stupid, rejected from art competitions, lost out to trashy artworks that look like they were done in about five minutes in total darkness, soiled on, burnt (yes, for real), thrown in the garbage, and yes, even stolen, not once but twice—the second time around, the thief is still giving me shit two and a half years after i called her out on her bluff. yes, me. the person she took from. she is continuously giving me shit and being a bully—and, get this, two and a half years later, you can see how miserable she is from a mile away.
so, let me ask you, ai people and those who (un)willingly support it: is that what you want? to become increasingly miserable as tech advances and you sit your own hands to the point you become so idle that your brains scramble themselves and you don’t even know how to function anymore?
plus, you’re going to look at me dead in the face and tell me that i deserve to be shat on and everything my hands have done is all in vain all because i refuse to ever use any ai app for as long as i live because i know what the hell is going on?
have your fucking precious ai. play the victim and be complicit. if you don’t care, then i don’t care. but know what you’re doing. know that it all comes with a steep price and a dark side more foreboding than you can ever fathom. karma is a bitch, and a bigger one than i ever will be.
and this is not even touching on ai infiltrating fan writing or actual published literature, or music for that matter, but—i’m not even touching those ones.
#support human artists#fuck ai art#ai art theft#ai art debate#ai art is art theft#ai art isn't real art#ai art is theft#ai art is fake art#ai art is not art#ai art#support a small artist#support authors#text
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do u think the faceless men are going to let arya leave willingly or is she gonna rebel? these days i lean towards the former bc tkm stops her from eating the worm and i believe they have some plan for her. i also just dont see how arya gets away from them with no repercussions. theyre an ancient order with some stake in the endgame… idk thoughts?
i got lots of thoughts and no answer. the very nature of the faceless men and their identities - or lack therefore of - makes them difficult to predict. unlike your typical asoiaf character they don’t have individual human desires. they’re a religious collective serving the many faced god - death.
theres a few key points that i see as main factors with how arya leaving the faceless men, though.
SLAVERY:
the entire setting for this portion of arya’s arc is founded on a strong anti slavery sentiment. the words are carved in stone: “no man, woman, or child in Braavos should ever be a slave, a thrall, or a bondsman.” arya hasn’t actually made an official commitment yet either and if they will try and keep her against her will that would be slavery.
"Arya." She whispered the word the first time. The second time she threw it at him. "I am Arya, of House Stark."
"You are," he said, "but the House of Black and White is no place for Arya, of House Stark." (Arya, AFFC)
"Before you drink from the cold cup, you must offer up all you are to Him of Many Faces. Your body. Your soul. Yourself. If you cannot bring yourself to do that, you must leave this place."
"The iron coin—"
"—has paid your passage here. From this point you must pay your own way, and the cost is dear." (Arya, AFFC)
"You lie," he said, "but you may keep your secrets if you wish, Arya of House Stark." He only called her that when she displeased him. "You know that you may leave this place. You are not one of us, not yet. You may go home anytime you wish." (Arya, AFFC)
I have a hole where my heart should be, she thought, and nowhere else to go. "I'm strong. As strong as you. I'm hard."
"You believe this is the only place for you." It was as if he'd heard her thoughts. "You are wrong in that.“ (Arya, AFFC)
"Do they frighten you, child?" asked the kindly man. "It is not too late for you to leave us. Is this truly what you want?"
Arya bit her lip. She did not know what she wanted. If I leave, where will I go? (Arya, ADWD)
it’s difficult for me to accept his words at face value but the man has been nothing if not consistent from the get-go. i always got the vibe that the kindly man was manipulating arya into staying by telling her she’s soft/weak so she will want to prove herself hard/strong? and that might be the case but he puts a specific condition on the entire thing with the cold cup. if she cant do that then she must leave. he makes it sound simple. too simple, perhaps.
AGENDA:
for me this less about the faceless men’s overall political agenda bc i think we can see, at least, the outline for that. their interests align with the iron bank's so they’re, currently, working against the iron throne. plus, they have an operative in the citadel so they’re likely taking preemptive measures against the dragons. thats where we get into the more mysterious/magical element. i do believe they caused the doom. was it because the valyrian empire of slavery and fire had become too strong? now it looks like the balance is tipping in favor of this great ice power which is enslaving people. the FM's black and white symbol implies balance. do they have a stake in that fight? some magical conflict on the other side of the narrow sea?
it seems like they might. as soon as arya walked up to the doors of the house and black and white she thought “heart tree” and the place even smells like winterfell to her with a dark pool in the center. from the very beginning grrm started drawing connections between the two. the imagery with thousands of dead faces is reminiscent of the weirwoods and the consciousness that remains within them just like the masks! its all skinchanging too. the similarities here between arya and bran’s training arcs make me feel crazed bc i just cant shake the suspicion that theyre connected somehow.
but wtf do the faceless men want with arya? what does the god of death (the great other???) want with her? big picture? to stay? to leave? honestly, idk. at this point im not sure we can know. its a guessing game.
PAYMENT:
arya will find her way out. she's outmaneuvered the faceless men before. she tricked jaqen. she got the upper hand on the KM. she will have to exploit their owns rules to make her escape.
what it comes down to is the cost. its the same price arya had to pay when she escaped the red keep (stableboy), harrenhal (bolton guard), and even westeros (the tickler and squire). arya will have to kill someone to reclaim her identity and leave that place. no doubt in my mind on that point tbh. i think she will be permitted to go with no repercussions (ie: she won’t be hunted like she has in the past), but that will be a cost and only death may pay for life.
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Scott McCall x Sister!Reader
Stiles Stilisnki x Fem!Reader
Summary: With the help of your brother Scott, Stiles finds out the true "identity" of your "manager", and you confront him.
"Why won't Billy let her go overseas?"
"Sacurity Stilinski, you know that."
"BS! Billy is killing his greatest asset without a reason. So what's the reason?"
"Loomis always has his reasons."
Stiles scoffed and walked out of the room. He then decided to go see Scott for help.
"Stiles, Y/N's not here."
"I was actually looking for Scott."
"Scott's not home either. He went with Y/N."
"Did they tell you where?"
"No. Sorry Stiles but i really have to go to work."
"I think I know where they could be. Thanks Mellisa."
He then went straight to the one place he knows where you are. He opened the door to see you, Scott and Billy talking. When you looked over your shoulder and saw him you ran and kissed him.
"Stiles, hey. Oh I missed you so much."
"Missed you more."
"Uhh, big brother and the manger still here."
Time Skip
"Y/N, hey babe, wait up!" Stiles called out as he ran to catch up to you in the school hallway.
"What is it, Stiles? I gotta go." You tell him.
"He lied," Stiles stated as he got straight to the point.
"Who?" You asked.
"Billy, he lied. There wasn't going to be an International tour because he can't leave the country. He's got no citizenship, no official identity. He's got no passport, no bank account. He doesn't freaking exist." The sarcastic boy ranted.
"Whatcha talkin' 'bout, Stiles?" You asked in an accent.
"He's saying that Billy has been lying to you this whole time." Scott jumped in as he rounded the corner.
Time Skip
"Oh, you blood-suckin' old vampire. You bled me dry, and you still want more?"
"I'm not an uncaring man, Ms McCall."
"Don't you 'Ms McCall' me, you toad!"
"If you are so determined to get out of our contract-"
"You're damn right I want out!"
"Well, I will personally loan you the money that you owe to Jamboree Attractions."
"You-You still have your claws on me! You still have me working here like a damn slave in a salt mine! You phoney, no good piece of trash! And I'll shoot you in your freaking face if I have to!"
After a moment of silence, you spoke up again, "Billy, who are you?"
"I am you, you are me."
"Cut the horse-shit! Everything I've ever known about you's been a lie!"
"Y/N/N, you all good?"
"My past is the least of your problems, my dear. Everyone else you associate with lives from you Y/N, even Scott..That's right even your own Brother has looked after himself before he's looked after you. Yes, I have lived from you too but the difference is you have also lived from me." He then continued, "We have supported each other because we share the dream. We are the same you and I."
"We are not the same! I was innocent before you cane along and screwed me up!"
"I'm out. I'm getting the money and you are gonna leave me, my brother and my mother alone. You got the Billy? If that even is your name."
The was another moment of silence before the older men spoke up again, "Maybe you should fly away, my dear. Away from all of this, but. If you do choose to leave, then I for one would be very lonely, so would your mother and brother. But I think you may be lonely too or you'll see, my girl the truth about the rock of eternity...It is forever, just beyond her reach."
"Hey, Billy!, f u!"
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