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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 5 months

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Other Parts: Part One, Part Two, Part Three (short version) and Part Three (long version).

You were awoken by Feather rushing down the stairs holding a glowing rectangle that you realised was a screen. "President Snow is inviting everyone to his palace! He's demanded it! Everyone will be on the street in minutes". Finnick nodded "it's a ploy to get us all out into the open, we can't go". "Well the rest of us have to" Feather said "but you two can stay here, maybe you can escape while everyone else is heading towards the mansion. Finnick didn't like those odds but nodded "yeah thanks Feather, we'll get ready and work out our next step". Feather nodded and tilted Finnick's face upwards as if inspecting him. You stiffened but it seemed to be an oddly sentimental act. "Good luck, I hope I never have to see you again" and he disappeared back up the stairs.

Finnick was right, there was no way you were moving on that leg today. Even swinging your leg hurt and your ankle couldn't have any weight on it. It was a good job you'd slept in warm trousers because there was no way you'd have been able to get any trouser leg over that ankle. "It's okay" Finnick told you "we'll work something out". He carried all your gear upstairs and then came back to carry you. He lifted you effortlessly and as always you were amazed how strong he was. "My ankle has its own heartbeat but you're really taking my mind off that" you said patting his chest and Finnick laughed "how?". "Duh with your beautiful body!" you said and Finnick put you down and then smiled at you "well it's all yours and if we survive today and get back home you can do whatever you want with it". You liked the sound of that but given whose home you were in that wording didn't feel quite right so you shook your head. "Whatever you want me to do with it, it's beautiful but it's yours Finnick and nobody ever gets to buy it again". Finnick blinked at your sudden seriousness and then smiled bashfully "thanks Y/n". You patted his cheek "no problem, now piggyback time!". Finnick turned so you could climb on when suddenly all the screens in the house lit up to tell you the rebels had won. President Snow had been de-throned.

You and Finnick wandered the streets like the other capitol residents in utter shock and not quite believing it was true...then you saw the rebel planes overhead and you grinned. "Finnick it's true! It's real! We won!". Finnick laughed and cheered loudly. You climbed off his back and settled onto one leg so you could hug him.

You carried on moving through the streets until eventually, you found an airship. Finnick knocked on the door and after your whole day of bad luck yesterday, you were due some good luck. "Finnick? Y/n?" a voice rang out and you saw Cressida appear from the side of the ship. "You're alive?" she asked and you grinned "hell yeah! You really thought you could abandon us and get away with it" and she rushed to hug you. Pollux appeared and gave you both a bright smile before joining in with the hugging. You were so happy you were saved you didn't even mind. Hugs for everyone!

Once they got on you the ship they began assessing your injuries. "Y/n's really damaged her knees, she's sprained her ankle or worse and her hip is really banged up too. Oh and she got electrocuted yesterday and her hands should probably be checked over too". "Finnick got electrocuted too! He has a dozen cuts all over his arms and body, his foot looks odd and he dislocated his shoulder and thought I didn't notice as he popped it back in" you said and Finnick looked at you. You stared back "what if you're going to tell on me I'll snitch back". Finnick just grinned shaking his head "we survived and we're going to live, that's all I care about" and he rested his head against yours. You didn't let go of your joint hands the whole way home...or you wouldn't have if you hadn't fainted minutes before you got into District 13.

When you woke up you noticed how heavy your head felt, you tried to move your hands to see if there was something attached to it weighing it down but your hands felt heavy too. Then your ears seemed to kick in and you realised people were shouting.

"I'm her sister! Blood matters more!". "No it doesn't! I'm her boyfriend, that's more than enough!".

You quickly realised it was Johanna and Finnick.

"Ow what so you matter more because romantic relationships are superior to everything else?" your sister yelled. "No of course not but I love her and we nearly died for each other!" Finnick responded. "Well I love her too and would've done the same for her!" Johanna said and you groaned. "God can the two of you fight over who loves me the most more quietly" and they both rushed over to you.

You quickly realised what they'd been arguing about as their shoulders knocked as they both tried to take the closest place next to you. "How are you feeling? Johanna asked and you frowned "strange, what happened?" and you looked to Finnick. He sighed "it was my fault, your injuries were worse than expected and there was a bite on your arm that needed stitches. The doctors think the blood loss mixed with everything you went through has thoroughly drained you so you might feel a little lifeless for a few days". "I'm sure I'll be fine after a good meal" you shrugged and tried to sit up before going pale at the effort. "Y/n hold on!" Finnick said and he helped you sit up, he moved you easily as if you were a doll and you felt as limp as one. It scared you a little and Finnick noticed. He took your hand and gave you a reassuring smile "hey don't worry, you're fine okay? Johanna and I are going to be here every day until you get better". Johanna took your other hand "we're not going anywhere, nurse Johanna is at the ready". That made you laugh and the two called a temporary truce seeing the sight they'd been hoping for.

"How are you?" you asked Finnick. You lifted your hand to his face with a frown as he had a lot of bruising there and around his neck. "Oh don't worry about me I'm fine" he smiled and you looked to Johanna for the truth. "He was in pretty bad shape too and has only been properly back on his feet since yesterday". Johanna went to say more but Finnick cut her off "I'll tell you it all later but for now...I just want to hear you speak" he smiled brushing some hair away from your face. You smiled "well all I want is to kiss you" and Finnick happily obliged (as Johanna rushed away, cursing you both). "We made it" you whispered happily and Finnick kissed your forehead "we sure did baby".

You spent all day with either Finnick or Johanna by your side and honestly, you couldn't be happier. They filled you in on what the world outside was doing but you didn't really care. Finnick talked about the plans he'd made to take you back to his district and to the beach house you'd discussed. "I know we didn't really properly sit down and think about it so I totally get if you don't actually want to live on the beach with me, we can work something else out" he said but you threw a tissue at him to get his attention. "I want the beach house with you Finnick. I want to come to your district with you" and his smile was like a warm sunrise on a summer's day.

It was lucky you had such nice memories because recovery was hard. Practically every part of your body ached and it was like you were having to learn how to do everything again for the first time. You couldn't sit up by yourself until the 3rd day and couldn't walk at all until a week later and even then you relied heavily on holding onto Finnick. The doctors steadily increased your food as they didn't want to suddenly rush your body with energy and fats so the progress was slow but steady. At times you felt so useless, like when you had to get Finnick to take you to the toilet or Johanna to help dress you. Neither of them minded of course but you struggled. When you were finally well enough to take a bath Finnick wanted to accompany you but that was just too much.

Finnick had gotten you into the tub but when you heard him coming to help you out, you practically threw yourself out and then couldn't get up again. When Finnick found you on the floor he was terrified. "Y/n are you okay? Why didn't you wait for me?". You pushed his kindness away just trying desperately to cover all of yourself with your towel. "Here let me help you" Finnick said but you pushed his hands away "no let me do it". "But I want to help you" Finnick said and you shook your head "I don't want you to". "Why?" he asked and you sighed tears forming "because I don't look good okay! My body is a wreck! I've lost so much weight, all my muscle is depleted and I look like a skeleton. There are ugly bruises all over me, scarring too and I look misshapen and swollen from being in a bed all the time. You can't see me naked until I've had a chance to work out and get back into shape". "Y/n you don't have to do anything to get your body ready for me to see it" Finnick said "I love you no matter how you look". "No you don't, you're just saying that to be nice" you said annoyed but Finnick didn't back down.

"I'm not being nice. I thought we were going to die so many times and then just when I thought we were safe you collapsed in my arms and I thought I'd lost you. The moment the doctor told me you were alive and breathing was the happiest moment of my life. It beat winning my own Hunger Games, the ending of the war, even falling in love with you so I don't care what you look like so long as you're here and healthy I will love every inch of you". "You're so soppy, you know that?" you asked him wiping away a tear and Finnick smiled. He picked you up and carried you back to your room in his arms. "I love you too" he told you and you chuckled, pleased he could translate angry moody Mason into plain English. He really was perfect for you.

After that, you didn't feel shy around Finnick anymore but you realised he was hiding things from you and that he wasn't as recovered as he said he was.

While you were sleeping one night he started shaking violently. You figured he was having a bad dream but he woke up with a yell and was panting as his hands shook and his fingers bent inwards at awkward angles, seemingly of their own volition. When it stopped, he collapsed against the bed, his forehead gleaming and you grabbed his arm "Finnick are you okay? I'm getting a doctor" and you rushed to do so but he grabbed you. "Y/n don't, they already know and I'm fine it's just one of the after-effects of the electric shock we got. My hands keep spasming and I struggle to grip things a little but Beetee thinks it should fade with time and if not I can do some physiotherapy to help". You frowned "is it painful?". From the grimace on his face you could tell the answer but he didn't want you to worry. "It's fine" he shrugged "just a little annoying at times, I just really hope it isn't permanent". You nodded feeling that deeply, if your hands were ruined you wouldn't be able to fight with an axe or defend yourself anymore. You'd feel so vulnerable and scared so you beckonned Finnick closer and hugged him. "Don't worry, your hands will get better and until then I'll cover for you. You can be my legs and I'll be your hands". Finnick chuckled "the perfect tag-team huh? Thanks Y/n" and wrapped in your arms, he didn't have any more spasms that night.

9 days after the end of the war you got a visitor and she wasted no time apologising for what she thought she'd done wrong. "I'm sorry we left you" Katniss said "down in the tunnels...you were just so far away I didn't think we could do anything for you" she told Finnick before turning to you "and I thought you went to go die with him" Katniss admitted. You nodded "well part of me did, we had a deal you see...but there's no hard feelings. Finnick and I did take off pretty quickly when those things first appeared". You shivered even just thinking about them and Finnick squeezed your hand. "We all just got to instinct at those moments and that's all you did" you said giving Katniss a small smile. She returned it but you could tell she wasn't feeling it. "I'm really sorry Katniss" you said and she didn't have to ask about what. "You don't have to say anything back" you told her "just know, we're here if you need anything" you said gesturing to Finnick and he nodded "any time".

You and Finnick were invited to President Snow's execution but neither of you wanted to go. You were now well enough to start making moves to District 4 so you and Finnick declined and planned your move. When President Coin heard your plans she called a meeting of all the victors in District 13 and told you her plans. You and Finncik were outraged at the idea of another Hungers Game and voted no immediately along with Peeta, Annie and Beetee. You managed to outnumber Johanna Katniss, Haymitch and Enobaria who voted yes. Coin relented there would be no hunger games but that Katniss could execute Snow. You and Finnick still had no interest in that and left 2 days later. You arrived in District 5 on the day of the execution and were preparing for the last part of your journey when you learned Katniss had killed Coin instead and everything was in chaos. The train was stopped and the captain asked what you wanted to do, go on to District 4 or head to the Capitol instead. Finnick did not take the news well.

"Why do I feel like we're never going to escape?" Finnick asked you, spiraling as his panic took over. "Every time we try to leave it's going to pull us back? There's no escape! Even now, even after it's all over they still find a way to drag us back. It never ends!". You shook your head and cupped his face "then screw it all! We don't play their game, we carry on as planned and let them work it out for themselves. We nearly sacrificed our lives for this and have done our time, we're finished and now it's our time". "We can do that?" Finnick asked and then he saw the look on your face. Finnick blinked and smiled. "Captain" he called "onto District 4 people, we're going home".

Later

You took to the beach life surprisingly well for a forest girl from District 7 and thank god you didn't burn in the sun because that would've been awkward.

When you and Finnick first got to District 4 you only had a shack on the beach but you actually didn't mind. Finnick had bought a plot of land away from the town so it could be just the two of you as promised and it was heaven. You had no idea what was going on in the world and neither of you cared. You spent each day wrapped up in one another and felt like you got to fall in love with him all over again.

After 2 months of bliss, you decided to start making a proper home, so you built a house! You had some knowledge of this being from a lumber district but Finnick really was popular and it felt like the entire population of District 4 came to help.

A year later you had your house on the beach. It was nothing grand like your Victor houses but you loved it and you loved Finnick. You'd worried after the excitement of war, when you settled into normalcy things between you would fizzle out but they didn't. It was Finnick Odair to be fair, things were never boring with him around and he always kept you occupied.

When he learned you weren't a super strong swimmer he made it his mission to teach you. Then he moved on to surfing and sailing and basically anything water-related. He was literally in his element in the water and you loved how happy he looked. His hands still sometimes bothered him and your hip had never quite fully recovered. Not to mention both of you still woke up with nightmares but you'd escaped and most importantly, you'd escaped together, Your life was the closest thing to heaven that existed as far as you were concerned.

About 2 years into your new life President Paylour contacted you and Finnick. They were prosecuting the members of the capitol who had abused the victors when they left the games and of course, the main Vicor they wanted to speak to was Finnick. You told him he didn't have to do anything, if he didn't want to re-live those memories and just wanted to move on then that was okay but he chose to see them put to justice. The second Finnick said that, you were all in recalling your promise to get justice for him.

You went to the capitol first, alone, to see what was required of Finnick and what the process would be. First, they needed an interview, where Finnick described key people and what they had done to him. You were of course there for his interview, holding his hand the entire time and telling them it was over when it was clear Finnick was done. He couldn't remember all the names but Feather had submitted his "little black book" voluntarily when he was arrested. All Finnick had to do was confirm the names. There were over 100 names in that book and Finnick said yes to most of them. It made you feel sick all over again but you sat up straight and kept your focus on Finnick. You held him extra closely that night and comforted him as he cried himself to sleep.

Months later there was a trial and they wanted Finnick to testify live. You objected to that strongly and vetoed it immediately. You'd seen the effect just the interview had on Finnick and weren't going to give the Capitol one last show. Instead, Finnick recorded some responses in the comfort of your own home and they projected them live.

You attended the trial as a witness to what the experience had done to Finnick as did some of the other Victors. It wasn't too hard preparing for the trial as you thought it might be. Sure it was tiresome and taxing but all you had to do was look at the people who had hurt Finnick and your motivation sprang back up. You gave your testimony with a perfect balance of emotion and composure. You looked those criminals in the eye when you told the judge you thought the highest punishment possible would be the only justice and cheered the loudest when it was passed. You were there when the sentences were carried out and then returned home to confirm for Finnick it was done. "Are they...is it done?" he asked. You nodded "the people who hurt you are gone, they can't do anything to anyone anymore" and you saw the weight melt off his shoulders. It took a few weeks for it to sink in permanently but finally, it clicked and Finnick was finally freed. You bought a puppy the week after, figuring Finnick needed an adorable distraction.

3 years later you and Finnick were still finding new things to do and were still as attracted to one another as ever. You were currently on the beach in the middle of the night because of Finnick. It didn't rain here often but it had tonight that made Finnick really excited! He demanded you both go out for a swim in the rain and you were going to protest that you'd get wet but realised that was the point. It was actually really nice to swim in the rain and you loved how only Finnick could get you to do these stupid things.

As you laid on the sand afterwards, you admired Finnick in the moonlight. You still thought he was the most beautiful man in the whole world and had quickly realised Finnick also suited the wet look very well. You had a sneaking suspicion that's why Finnick enjoyed getting you in the water with him so much but you didn't care. Shirtless or with a wet top plastered against his chest, he looked amazing every time and most of your swimming trips ended with the two of you pressed up against the sand together.

Tonight was exactly the same. Finnick saw the way you were looking at him and needed no more encouragement. He smelled and tasted like sea salt and

it had become your favourite taste over the years because of Finnick. Once the two of you had thoroughly tired yourselves out, you lay against the golden sand and just babbled in a happy exhausted manner.

"You know I think water boy suits you better than pitchfork boy or maybe seaweed boy?" you asked thinking about that time he went diving and came with tons of seaweed when you'd been expecting pearls. Finnick smirked "seaweed boy? I think I hate that more than pitch-fork boy". You smiled "wow that's extreme but yeah it doesn't quite suit you. Plus I think it's already taken". You couldn't remember who by but could've sworn you'd ready an old myth about a seaweed boy or was it a seaweed brain?

"So are you excited for tomorrow?" Finnick asked leaning over to you and you blinked "tomorrow?". After what Finnick had been doing you couldn't even remember what day today was. Finnick laughed "yeah tomorrow or I guess it's later today now, when your sister and all the other tributes are coming to visit?" he asked "and Katniss and Peeta are bringing little Prim for the first time...remember?". You smiled "it's ringing a bell, it'll be nice to see them. We haven't all been together like this since..." and you trailed off remembering. "When Coin asked us to go another Hunger Games" Finnick nodded "well this time, let's hope the topic won't be so depressing".

A lot had happened to the victors in the 5 years since President Snow had fallen but the districts all appointed new leaders and things were relatively stable. Annie had become mayor of District 4 which was mainly an honorary position for being a victor rather than an acting role but she loved her district and the people loved her too. Weirdly she'd become a friend to you and Finnick, you now smiled when you saw her and called out greetings to her in town.

Your sister Johanna was still in District 7, she'd been offered the honorary position too but declined of course. She never wanted the show and dance and instead got an ordinary position, helping organise and process trade operations. She didn't leave District 7 tons but had been spending more and more time with District 2's Ebobaria. She said they didn't want to label anything but you knew she was happy.

Seeing as all the tributes were pairing up, Haymitch claimed there must be something to it and said he should try his luck with Beetee but even as a joke, Beetee gave the man a sharp electric shock as a detterance. Luckily he just confessed his feelings to Effie instead. They were due to be married in the next Autumn and everyone was invited, hideous outfits a must of course.

Beetee was instrumental in coordinating all the districts and was now president of technological communications, aka he ran everything. It was what he deserved and he seemed happy so you all were too.

Katniss and Peeta were of course loved up, they married 2 years ago and their daughter whom they named Prim followed a year later. All of the victors had pretty much stepped away from the capitol and the new Panem to live out their lives quietly and so far nobody had tried to reap you for another games. So far, the new Panem was peaceful...well not too peaceful because it still had your sister Johanna in it.

"Oh yeah she never visits me anymore!" Johanna said "Finnick stole her away and never gave her back". Finnick shrugged "hey I don't have any restraints on her, she didn't want to be given back because she loved me and District 4 so much more than you!". Which led Johanna to argue you'd always be District 7 and the two bickered while you all watched happily. Your two favourite people were also the stupidest people ever and you loved that.

The argument eventually got physical and when you were coming back with a drink Johanna decided to stake her claim. "Mine!" Johanna cried jumping on your back and Finnick immediately jumped up. "Joahnna be careful...the baby!" Finnick called and everyone froze. Johanna shot away from like you were on fire and all the victors stared waiting for more. In response, you and Finnick looked at one another and then just burst out laughing.

"That was good babe" you called to Finnick and sank beside him. "I know" he smiled wrapping an arm around you and when you'd both stopped laughing you explained. "I'm not pregnant but you should see all your faces!". The group all groaned and Johanna hit you for lying. "Are you considering it though?" Peeta asked "starting a family?". You and Finnick looked at each other and shrugged "I'm not sure, babies were never something that appealed to me but then again I never thought I'd see the Mockingjay being a doting mother" you said nodding to Katniss who had little Prim in her arms. Katniss smiled "yeah me either, anything can change". Finnick nodded "exactly which is why we're not saying no definitely not but it's not on the top of our to-do list". You nodded leaning into his arm "I'm happy as we are right now, the dog and the beach are all I need....ow and Finnick of course" you said and they all laughed at your slip-up. "Afterthought huh? The man you love?" Finnick asked and you smiled because it felt nice to say you loved Finnick and really mean it. "The man I love" you repeated and you said it so sweetly Finnick couldn't even pretend to be mad at you.

"Do you want to be a father?" you asked Finnick as you lay in bed that night and he blinked thinking. "I don't know, I do quite like kids but I think after all we've been through I'd be terrified they were going to be reaped. That the Capitol would come back and punish us again". You nodded patting his arm "I think you'd be an amazing dad". Finnick looked at you in surprise "really?". You nodded "of course! Everyone loves you, you're kind, funny, beautiful...". "Stop it!" Finnick said pushing you and pretending to gush. "I can actually imagine you with a baby" you continued and Finnick paused. "I can see you sat with a little bundle on our porch, teaching them how to take their first steps on the sand, holding them in your arms in the ocean, reading them stories at night..." you said "I can picture it all". Finnick smiled and leaned over to you so he was hovering on top of you "well you know I can very easily make that a reality for you and I can make you enjoy every second of it". That of course sent shivers down your spine and you looked up at those beautiful blue eyes and wanted to just melt but you were a Mason, you were mischeaveous. "I think I might need some proof of that first, a taster if you will" you said and Finnick nodded "that is totally understandable, let me get to work".

Everyone left the next morning, after complaining about some weird noises echoing around the house in the middle of the night. You and Finnick made no apologies and saw everyone off with big smiles. As you watched hem go, all smiling, rested and happy you realised this would've been unthinkable just 6 years ago. If you went back in time and even tried to explain to your younger self just how good her future was going to be she would've laughed in your face and you wouldn't blame her! Your life with Finnick almost made everything you'd been through worth it and every day you were thankful you'd fought so hard to stay alive, just so you could be here. And the best news?

Your future with Finnick was only just getting started.

I only realised after I wrote this that Finnick and Y/n tried to ditch the group and then were the ones that got left behind lol.

Also, I'm a huge Percy Jackson fan and anytime Finnick used a trident or spear it made me imagine him as a son of Poseidon and I love that. Maybe I should headcanon the main characters as demigods or something...not long until the new TV show now and I AM SO EXCITED!

But back to Finnick. He's amazing and deserved so much better. So let's all just pretend he got to live on a beach with the love of his life yeah?

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arcane-apathy · 4 months

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Chapter 10

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AN: No you are not dreaming, I'm actually posting another chapter. Thank you all for being so patient with me this past year. I hope this chapter was worth the wait. 🌻

Warning(s): Brief talk of self-mutilation

It only took a week for Talnir to lay down the first layer of snow. The tan of the dying grass was sprinkled with snow and frost. Only to be turned into mud beneath people’s feet that same day. Despite being from a considerably warmer climate, the horde was not deterred. They donned extra layers without being told and helped the rest of the camp as they prepared for winter. The beginning of the winter rush was nothing new to you. And like most years you busied yourself with making tinctures, salves, and medicines. Making sure to use all ingredients you know would spoil if not used soon.

While you were busy preparing for a winter full of illness, Kurakh started a project of his own. He would leave once his food was devoured every morning and wouldn't return to your shared quarters until the last meal. You barely saw him around camp, nor did either of you speak unless necessary. It took five days for you to lose your mind because of the silence. Opting to work in the main hall with other camp members who wanted to hide away from the harsh wind.

The main hall always brought a small smile to your face. The rebel's and the horde's children play together in the middle of the room. An Orcish woman helping braid the tail of an older Centaur. The Dwarves assess broken blades of all kinds. An Elven man was teaching a group of teenagers how to build arrows. Everyone sat in groups, no matter their race. Across the hall, you could see Schelura doing the hair of a younger Orc woman. The intricate style was already full of beads by the time you made your way over.

“Oh hello,” Schelura smiles and motions to an empty spot on the table, “have a seat.” You set your tools on the table and sit down, openly staring at Schelura’s handiwork. “Do you want to be next?”

“It’s tempting, although that’s a lot of beads…”

“She’s trying to catch a young warrior’s eye… Maybe you need this style too,” she teases.

“You’re ridiculous,” you roll your eyes.

“And you’re blind,” Schelura scoffs. “This is a more traditional plait since his parents are more set in the old ways. I’d give you something different… What do normal Vorren women do with their hair?”

"We usually just weave ribbon into our braids. Our hair is usually covered because you're clergy, or due to the cold."

"Such practical people." You roll your eyes at her comment and begin measuring out your ingredients. Schelura and the girl start to gossip while you ignore them to focus on the task at hand. "And Kurakh is away checking and setting up traps all day. I wonder what he's trying to catch, he comes back nearly every night looking frustrated."

"Wait that's why he's gone all day," you look up from your herbs.

The younger girl turns her head as much as Schelura would allow, "you didn't know?"

Schelura laughs, "somebody might be getting a gift soon"

"A courting gift, now that's romantic," the younger orc swoons.

"Oh I don-"

"He hasn't told you about it, he's gone all day, and he's constantly frustrated things aren't going as planned. If it isn't a courting gift, I permit you to cut off my hand," Schelura deadpans.

"You know I wouldn't do that unless it was at serious risk of infection or severely mangled ."

"Maid, that is not the point I am trying to make," she scoffs at your logic. You didn't even get to properly glare before she scolded you, "don't even look at me like that! Kurakh is one of the easiest men to read, like a warg pup."

"I don't even know what a warg pup looks like Schelura," an exasperated sigh leaves your lips.

"Cuter than you'd expect," the younger girl smiles while Schelura repositions her head. "I also heard he threatened a Tiefling in the courtyard yesterday for disrespecting you."

"That sounds likely,” Schelura smirks.

"You've made your point very clear Schelura," you roll your eyes and refocus on your craft.

"Then you should make sure Kurakh is aware that you know. He needs to know if you reciprocate or not. Not knowing is currently driving him crazy. And if you don’t want his advances he should know before he goes too far.”

“And how do I do that?”

Schelura smirks, “you can start by letting me do your hair.”

"I'd rather not think of my hair, it has been so long since I washed it last. "

"You haven't gone to the hot springs yet?"

"And have strangers see me bare," you flush at the thought.

"The girls and I could go with you, and if we go in the evening there shouldn’t be that many people."

"I would appreciate the company," a rare smile graces your lips.

"We'll go tonight, I've been dying to wash off with something other than cold water." That evening you dropped Mazna off with Roldza, luckily without much fuss. And you left a note for Kurakh since he had yet to return. With your only clean change of clothes and bath oil in hand, you meet the girls in the hall. Maaga and Galta were both equally excited to relax in the warm waters that lie further within the former mine. Like Schelura said there was hardly a soul in the springs. Only a few elven girls sat in one of the smaller pools, applying oils to their hair.

With the safety of only being surrounded by women making you more confident you begin to undress. Schelura was the first one in, with a massive smile on her face, "definitely better than cold water and a bucket." You slowly follow in behind her, minding your steps on the slippery rocks beneath you. The water was certainly warmer than any water you bathed with before. After waiting a few minutes, thankfully there was nothing within the water that would irritate your wound. You take the chance to properly inspect it, not having to hide in the shadows from Kurakh.

"Is it still bothering you," Maaga asks concerned.

"Not as much as it used to, it'll be an awful scar."

"There is no such thing as awful scars in our culture," Galta chuckles. "I mean just look at Kurakh. Blind in one eye from one and littered with dozens smaller than that. And Orkisch women swoon over him every day... Well, the ones who don't know him like we do."

"Men can be scarred all they want in my culture, but for women it's unsightly."

"The more I learn about your culture the more it pisses me off," Maaga groans.

"How do you think I feel," you scoff and sit on a rock in the water. The warm, mineral-rich water goes up to your shoulders. Galta dunks herself beneath the water with a smile. The whispers of the Elven girls were welcomed in comparison to the noise of the main hall, or Mazna throwing a fit. You slowly sink below the surface after getting more accustomed to the water temperature. The voices above you became louder, and you could practically feel the grime melt away.

The light burn in your lungs prompted you to stand again. The water trickled down your back as you wiped your face. The cold air of the cavern causes goosebumps to bud across your skin. Once the water was out of your eyes you refocused on the rocks ahead. Trying not to stare at anyone in particular. Schelura scoffs and moves beside you, trying to run her fingers through your soaked hair. "This won't do... Don't worry I brought tools for this." She reaches for her comb and motions for you to sit on the rocks again.

"I can brush my hair."

"I'm aware, but I need to prep it for braiding tomorrow."

"Fine," you sigh and try to relax as she works the comb through the ends of your hair. Luckily it felt much better than Mazna playing with your hair at night. Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Schelura reach for the pool edge again, followed by a light herbal smell. "What's that?"

"A hair oil," she hums as her hands gently massage your scalp. "Your hair is damaged from the fabric of your headcover. It is too rough... I might need to make you something stronger. You also need a trim; your ends are a mess."

"I get it, my hair is awful."

"It just needs more than a hairbrush," Schelura chuckles. "Don't worry, you're in good hands," she emphasizes by massaging the back of your neck. You couldn't help but hum in relief, fighting not to melt into her touch. "your muscles are just as stiff as the warriors. You know, for a healer you are terrible at taking care of yourself."

An ache settled in your stomach. Schelura was one of many people to point it out to you. Usually, you'd be able to blame it on your duty. The life of a Maid of Eia was busy, even before the King declared war. Maaga seemed to sense this ache, moving closer to the two of you, "so how long until we have snow up to our knees?"

You smile softly as you welcome the distraction, "I'd say another month. It's supposed to be a late winter this year. Or as we say in the clergy, Talnir is lazy this year."

"Talnir?"

"The Spirit of Winter, son of Sokastr and Sala."

Galta laughs, "because that explains so much."

"The number of deities your people have is ridiculous," Maaga chuckles before dipping her head below water.

"It's a lot to remember," you sigh as Schelura's hands leave your scalp. "Honestly I forget most of it now. Just the stories we were told as kids. And the weird stuff you can't forget how much you try."

"How weird," Maaga looked apprehensive to ask.

"Eia's parents are aunt and nephew."

"That's not too bad," Galta relaxes against the pool's edge with her eyes closed.

"When creating their children, the elder gods forgot about procreation. So, the new gods had to create their genitalia. Eia took it upon herself to create the females by cutting herself open. Using her muscles to create a womb, and cutting between her legs. Hence the monthly cycle and the pain of childbirth." Galta and Maaga wince, and Schelura groans. "Want to know how Lantes created male gen-"

"Absolutely not."

"Don't even dare."

"I'm close enough to push you underwater." Despite the threats you all laugh. A rare deep belly laugh escapes you. It has been so long since you've laughed like that it almost scared you. The good mood carried through as the four of you finished bathing. You felt the most relaxed and clean you've been in ages. The clean change of clothes felt heavenly against your skin. Per Schelura's orders, your damp hair flowed down your back as it air-dried. The only bad thing was that you now needed to launder your only other set of clothes.

You returned to your quarters with your things in your arms, greeted by the smell of food cooking. Kurakh looks up from the pot but doesn't say anything. His good eye was looking you up and down. His silence was killing you, “is something wrong?”

“The scouts spotted a battalion just north of us. We'll ride out before dawn to intercept them."

"I should probably pack my supplies-"

"You're staying here."

"Kurakh, I can be careful."

"You are what they want. It would be surrender if you came with." You knew this tone well, Kurakh's words were final. And you didn't want to ruin your evening by wasting your breath. "That was easier than I expected," he smirks.

"I don't feel like ruining my good mood," you set the dirty clothes in the corner. Hopefully, you won't forget them come morning. Kurakh doesn't say anything, choosing to stare at your hair instead. "Will you at least wake me up before you leave?"

"Of course, Odmili," he motions for you to sit. "The stew is almost ready."

"Rabbit?"

"They are plentiful here."

"I fear you will run out of recipes before you run out of rabbits," you sit cross-legged beside him on the bedroll. He breathes out a laugh while handing you a bowl. A plate of Freronbrod on the ground beside the two of you.

"Your kingdom will run out of rabbits before the horde is full."

"Your fault for coming in the winter," you snicker as you dip your bread in the stew. Kurakh elbows you in the rib playfully, his worried expression having finally worn away. You smack him in the chest as retaliation, a challenging look in your eyes. For once you didn't recognize the expression on his face. He looked conflicted like something was holding him back. His eye goes back to your hair, nose twitching. "What?"

"It's nothing."

"Considering the face you're making; I highly doubt that. Is it my hair?"

"Not necessarily... What oil did they put in your hair?"

"I don’t know. Schelura only scolded me for how unhealthy my hair is."

"That makes sense. I think Schelura is trying to make a fool of you."

"What do you mean?"

Kurakh sighs, "Orcs have a stronger sense of smell. Because of that, hair and body oils tend to have different meanings. And the one Schelura used on you… Well, it’s supposed to be seductive."

Immediately blood rushes to your cheeks, “you can’t be serious.”

“I wish I weren’t,” his lips parted as he tried breathing more through his mouth.

“I can go sleep with the girls tonight, considering they’re the ones who got me into this mess.”

“No,” Kurakh said rather quickly, “I can handle it.” He smiles sheepishly and continues to eat his soup. You decided not to press any further and do the same. Once the two of you finished eating you took it upon yourself to clear up the dishes.

“Do you have anything that needs to be laundered? I’ll be cleaning my spare clothes tomorrow.”

“I’ll leave a few things on the pile you’ve made. I know Mazna has a few tunics as well.” There was a quiet hiss of a blade leaving its sheath from behind you, soon followed by it scrapping the whetstone. “Do you not have any more clothes?”

You glance over your shoulder, hands still in the tub of cold soapy water used for cleaning, “I do not.” Stew was easy to clean off the wooden bowls, you hardly needed to look at what you were doing. “Clergy life is not as luxurious as people think. I had my own room, but it was tiny and drafty. The library barely had anything other than medical tomes. Three flavorless meals a day. We had no days off because ailments and childbirth don’t care for the calendar. And I would be lucky to get a new apron for my birthday.”

“Just enough to keep you from complaining about working for no pay I presume?”

“A twenty-pence on high holidays, which there are five of in a year,” anger made itself known in your gut. Stomach turning as you tried to ignore it, “it would take me three years to make enough for taxes. Luckily I don’t have to pay taxes. But I do have to catch a deadly disease, get robbed while traveling from town to town, never see my family again, or get captured by the enemy in a pointless war!” The scraping of the blade stops and so do you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell.”

Kurakh motions for you to return to the bed roll. Patiently waiting as you dump the dirty water into the floor drain. “I wish you would stop apologizing for being your true self.” You pause and open your mouth to rebut, yet nothing comes out. “It is as if you are playing a character,” he gently takes your hand to pull you closer. “When I see that fire in your eyes, I’m reassured that there is a real person hidden within. You need to break free.”

“Kurakh, I hardly know how,” the words barely above a whisper.

“We can teach you. Remember you are one with the horde now, and we take care of our own.”

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A Lady Made of Snow

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova and Kallista. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

SUMMARY: After Bellova’s friends demand to know what caused the sudden change in her behavior, Coriolanus resorts to his default strategy: lies and poison. Little does he know that he’s finally about to face some consequences for his cruel ways…

⚠️Warnings⚠️: THIS IS A DARK CHAPTER. It contains gaslighting, death, swearing, mentions of poison, Coriolanus being a complete bastard, and mentions of undressing (not NSFW)

A/n: she’s back :))

“You bastards!” Coriolanus yelled, grabbing Festus Creed by the collar.

Persephone Price, Kallista Philo, Lysistrata Vickers, and Hilarius Heavensbee gasped in horror as he shoved Festus to the ground. “You were going to poison my fiancée!”

“Coriolanus, stop!” Lysistrata shrieked. “We haven’t done anything!”

“Stop lying!” Coriolanus snarled. “You poisoned the drink that you were going to give her! I’ve already heard you’re conspiring with rebellious district citizens, and now this? You’re disgusting.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Kallista asked, bewildered.

“You know damn well what!” Coriolanus bit back a grin as he felt the eyes of everyone in the room on him. “You’re giving rebels funds so they can start a revolt against the Peacekeepers in their districts!”

He knew it wasn’t a solid lie. However, even saying the word “rebel” in the capitol was enough to mess up and possibly ruin someone’s reputation. And suggesting that someone was a rebel sympathizer?

That would almost certainly get them killed.

“Are you insane?” Festus screamed. “That’s a lie and you know it!”

Persephone, Hilarius, Kallista, and Lysistrata formed a barrier between their friend and the Snow heir.

“Coriolanus, calm down,” Kallista said, trying to de-escalate the situation. “We just wanted to know what happened to Bellov-“

“How dare you act like you care for someone you tried to murder!” Coriolanus cried, surpressing a smirk as he saw a group of Peacekeepers approaching them.

“What’s going on, Mister Snow?” the highest-ranking Peacekeeper asked, turning to Coriolanus.

“Those people,” Coriolanus said, pointing to Bellova’s old friends. “Tried to poison my fiancée by giving her a drugged glass of posca. And, I overheard them plotting to help district rebels.”

The protests of Kallista, Lysistrata, Hilarius Persephone, and Festus were cut off by the Peacekeepers pointing their guns at them.

“Can you prove that the glass is poisoned?” the Head Peacekeeper asked Coriolanus. “And that they were the ones to contaminate it?”

“Bring me an Avox, and have them drink the posca.”

An unsuspecting Avox was dragged over to the scene, fear in their almost lifeless eyes. Coriolanus just smiled cruelly, and shoved the glass into their hands.

“Drink,” he commanded.

The Avox hesitantly brought the glass to their lips. Almost immediately after the liquid entered their throat, they collapsed, twitching for a moment before going still.

The people around them gaped in horror, staring wide-eyed as the dead Avox was dragged away, along with the five Capitol heirs.

Coriolanus smiled to himself. Once Festus had been searched and the bottle of poison he’d slipped into his blazer pocket was discovered, there would be no escaping the accusations against him and the others.

This would certainly be making headlines tomorrow morning.

“Coryo?”

Coriolanus turned around swiftly to see Bellova, who was accompanied by Doctor Gaul, staring him. She looked scared and confused, which pleased him. That was the desired effect.

“Yes, my love?”

“What’s going on? Why are Festus, Lysistrata, Kallista, and Persephone being arrested?”

Coriolanus walked over to her, taking her hands in his. “They tried to kill you, darling. With poison.”

“T-That can’t be true,” Bellova whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. “They’d never do that. They’re my friends, they care about me.”

“It seems like that’s what they wanted you to think,” Coriolanus said softly. “But they didn’t actually care. They wanted you dead.”

Bellova’s eyes filled with tears, and she looked away from him. Her whole body was trembling, clearly overwhelmed by this new information. She instinctively curled up against him, and Coriolanus put a protective arm around her waist.

“You’re alright, darling,” Coriolanus said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll never let anything bad happen to you, I promise. Nobody will ever try to hurt you again.”

Bellova didn’t respond to that. Instead, she begged him to take her home.

And Coriolanus complied. They left the gala, ignoring the curious gazes of everyone they passed. Bellova was hastily wiping away her tears, trying not to ruin the perfect eye makeup her new stylist had put on just hours before.

Bellova didn’t speak at all on the way home. She looked lifeless, similarly to how she’d been when she’d just found out about her father’s death.

Coriolanus assumed that she was having trouble processing the “betrayal” of some of her oldest friends. She hadn’t even spoken to them more than once since she’d been declared the future Mrs. Snow. He couldn’t understand why she seemed so heartbroken.

But it didn’t really matter. He didn’t need to understand her feelings.

He just needed to be able to control them.

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Coriolanus began taking off his formal attire as soon as he’d reached Bellova’s room. He was still full of adrenaline after what had happened at the gala, and needed a nice shower to calm himself down.

Bellova was undressing just a few feet from him, but he didn’t pay her any attention. He was too caught up in his own victory.

Besides, it was nothing he hadn’t seen before. When she was barely able to take care of herself, he’d had to help her do everything, including bathe.

“I’m going to shower,” he told her, pulling on his blue silk robe.

“Okay,” she said flatly, focusing on taking the pins out of her hair.

Coriolanus was slightly surprised that she was still so numb. He expected her to break down in his arms again, or at least show some emotion. But she seemed indifferent.

He decided to brush it off. She was probably sadder than she was letting on, she’d come crying to him eventually, like she usually did.

Stepping into the spacious bathroom connected to Bellova’s bedroom, he turned the shower on to a medium heat. He would never understand why Bellova preferred the water to be scalding hot. He hated when the bathroom became foggy and humid.

It reminded him of District 12.

After thoroughly washing and combing his hair, brushing his teeth, and applying a few products to his face and neck, Coriolanus pulled his robe back on. He turned the ventilation system off, flicked the light off, and opened the door to return to the bedroom.

He expected Bellova to be sitting on her plush bed, half-covered by her pink comforter. She usually occupied herself by watching something on the new television she’s bought while waiting for him to return to her.

Instead, the bed was empty.

Coriolanus scanned the room. Bellova was nowhere to be seen.

His heart seized. Surely this couldn’t happen to him twice. He couldn’t let his girl get away again.

Before he could open his mouth to call her name, he felt the cold blade of a knife press against the front of his neck.

“Move, and I’ll slit your fucking throat, you monster.”

For the first time in a good while, Coriolanus was genuinely terrified.

The real Bellova had returned.

And she was out for blood.

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.⋆｡His Greatest Strength｡⋆.

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He would always be hers and she would always be his, now he just has to get rid of the one thing keeping them apart

Chapter Warnings: smut, size kink, d/s dynamics, death, nudity, kylo is still a bad guy but we love him, murder, slight somnophilia, possessive!Kylo

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Something deep within her had shifted, an inherent change so subtle it was hard to notice at first but when Y/N looked back on who she was a mere 2 months ago, it was jarring. While physically, she was much the same, save for the still healing cuts on her back and her sky-high libido, she was, mentally, a completely different person.

She had a voice and a powerful one at that. She was treated with a respect that she couldn’t even dream of when she was still in the hutt’s clutches. She was confident and most importantly, she was safe.

“Come back to bed.” Her safety glanced up at her from where he was hunched over at his desk. His face reflected the dim blue light of the holopad in front of him, illuminating the smallest details of his face perfectly. His brown eyes flicked down to where the black silk sheets had fallen to her lap, exposing her naked tits. He groaned and forced his gaze back to his work.

“Stop that, you’re distracting me.” She smirked in response, moving to sit up on her knees, the sheets pooling below her exposing the entirety of her naked body to the large man.

“I’m not doing anything. I’m being a good girl for you master.” She purred, making him moan. Her smile widened when his shoulders fell, knowing that she had won.

So much had changed between them as well. While outside of their rooms, Kylo treated her as he did before, just as a slave albeit with far more gentleness than any other in her position would have received but a slave none-the-less. But within the safety of the massive bed chamber, she was his queen. He spent every second he could showing her just how much he adored her.

He still had his secrets, as did she, but he was open with her. He did not let his frustration and anger rule his hand when he was with her- he could not risk harming her again like he did before. In those moments, she took control, pulling his frustration out of him with the warmth of her cunt.

“You are being a brat. I fucked you less than an hour ago.” He pointed out but still turned off the pad and stood from his desk. Her gaze fell to his own chest which was marked up by various hickies and scratches from her nails. “Lay back then, I’ll fuck that attitude out of you.”

She squealed with delight as he pushed her back against the mattress, his lips connecting to her neck once more.

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Kylo slipped from their bed as quietly as he could so as to not wake her. Y/N muttered in her sleep, her brow furrowing with the lack of his warmth next to her but she was soothed with a soft kiss to her head and the covers pulled back up to her shoulders.

He left their chambers without even glancing at where his helmet rested, he wouldn’t need it for this.

The Imperial Guards gave no indication of their surprise over the sith’s sudden appearance as he approached the Supreme Leader’s temporary chambers. They simply moved aside, allowing him entrance with no question as to why he was there.

“Kylo Ren.” Snoke’s voice grated on his ears but he continued into the rooms until coming face-to-face with his master. “To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” He came to a stop right before the throne-like bed, his expression neutral.

“It’s about Y/N.” The older sith scoffed and looked away from his pupil, quite obviously displeased with the subject of their conversation. His pockmarked waved him off but Kylo would not budge, not on this. “You told me she ran. That your agents watched her leave willingly with the rebels.”

“She did. I would not lie to you about this, my boy. She saw her opportunity to leave you and she did, what pleasure slave would do differently?” Kylo’s resolve did not waver for a moment.

“She told me that she was taken by them.” Snoke’s jaw clenched and his eyes grew dark with anger.

Kylo was playing with fire, but this time he would not flinch away. He would let the flames wash over him because he knew that he would not be hurt. “What exactly are you accusing me of, boy?” He hissed, his voice dripping with venom.

From inside his cloak, Kylo pulled out the holopad he had been studying earlier. The screen displayed a video that he had retrieved from the ship’s database. Someone had tried to erase it but with some difficulty and a few rounds of ‘convincing’ he had gotten it back. It showed the rebel ship entering a completely empty hangar on the Star Destroyer where there were, conveniently, no troopers around to stop them. It soon cut to the outside of his chambers, the angle of the camera was just sharp enough to reveal Y/N laying on the bed, half-naked and covered in blood. But more importantly, it showed the small group of rebels injecting some unknown substance into her neck and then hauling her away.

“I know that the shields were activated and all docking bays were monitored by at least 10 troopers. I made the order myself. So how exactly did these half-dead rebels gain access to not only the Destroyer but also my chambers.” He knew the answer already, an interrogation of a select few admirals had taken care of that, but he wanted the truth from his master before he did anything else.

Smoke snapped, rage quickly filling the room as Kylo felt the force around him ripple with it. “I have heard enough of this! She was a reward for your good behaviour and rewards can be easily taken away! She has become a distraction from your mission and I won’t tolerate it any longer. She dies tonight!”

Before he could summon his guard or even make a move from the bed, Snoke went silent. In the middle of his tirade, Kylo had pulled his cloak back away from his hip, taking a hold of his lightsaber. And right as the sith had made the declaration that Y/N would die, the blade had been ignited. With no hesitation, he threw the weapon at his master.

He watched in slow motion as the red light sliced through the air, the broken crystal causing it to crackle ominously before it finally connected with Snoke’s torso, just as easily slicing through him as it did the air. It embedded itself in the far wall behind him before falling to the ground and turning off.

Snoke’s eyes were wide with shock and pain. “She is mine.” Kylo snarled as the other man’s force signature waned and then faded away as his body fell apart.

The now lone sith raised his hand, flexing his fingers and his blade flew back to him. He calmly tucked it back into his belt, just as the Imperial Guards rushed in, their own weapons activated, prepared to defend their master.

He turned to them and with an unbothered voice said, “Clean this up and inform the fleet, there’s been a change in command.” And then he left.

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Y/N moaned as pleasure curled in her gut, rousing her from a very pleasant dream. “Mmmm Kylo.” She reached for her lover, eager to have her dream become a reality but instead she was met with a cold pillow and empty sheets.

When she began to sit up, a sudden force pushed her back down as a voice spoke up from between her legs. “Stay still.” Her eyes flicked down and in the darkness of the room, she could just make out the massive body of her lover nestled between her thighs, his face buried in her centre.

She smiled and relaxed, her hands travelling down to his hair. He gave an approving nip to her sensitive inner thigh before returning to the task at hand. He sucked her clit into his mouth as he slipped two fingers into her cunt.

“Oh!” She moaned, her hips bucking up to meet his onslaught. “Thought you-fuck- were done for the night.” His fingers curled up, shutting her up immediately.

“Let’s just say I was… reinvigorated.” He said against her cunt, the vibrations of his words on her bundle of nerves, sending a shock of pleasure through her.

“I’m not complaining but I really need you inside me right now.” She clutched at his shoulders in an attempt to pull him up to her. Kylo ignored her for the moment, continuing to play with her until she whined and tugged at his hair. “Please master.” She begged and he finally conceded.

He crawled up her body, kissing her heated skin along the way. As he reached her tits, he briefly stopped, giving both nipples a quick suck before moving on. “Hi there.” She cooed as he finally lay on top of her.

He gave her a crooked smile. “Hi.” He responded and then finally kissed her lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck, keeping him close as the kiss quickly heated. With practised ease, their tongues tangled together and she could taste herself on his lips. The air around them began to heat up as their need for each other became overwhelming.

Reaching between their bodies, Kylo took his cock in hand and lined himself up with her core. Y/N whined into his mouth as he gently pushed into her, slowly enough that she could adjust to his size but quickly enough that both of them were sated for the moment.

As he finally buried himself within her, she winced, her already bruised cunt oversensitive from his attention. But the pain only added to the warm haze she was quickly falling into. When she relaxed below him, Kylo finally began to move.

At first, he slowly rolled his hips, teasing them both with the gentle pace but as soon as the whines began to slip from her lips, he became more aggressive, his eyes flashing with emotions she had never seen before.

“No one will touch you, you’ll always be by my side.” Her moans echoed through his ears like the most beautiful of symphonies, both grounding him and sending him into a fog of pure pleasure. “You will be mine forever.” His thrusts were deep and all-consuming. “You will be my empress, rule beside me as I reshape the Order to be everything I have ever wanted.”

“I am your only, and you are mine.” Her nails dug into his back, making him hiss. His cock bashed against that soft spot inside of her and she screamed.

“My stars, my pet, my goddess, my queen.” He punctuated each praise with a devastating thrust, punching into her cunt with so much force that she was shoved up the mattress with her only anchor being the man above her.

“You’re fucking mine!” He howled and she came with a silent sob before she went totally limp beneath him, the pleasure causing her to black out. Kylo followed quickly after, forcing his cock as deep as it could go as his own end smashed into him.

He carefully withdrew from her, internally wincing at the state that he had left her in. He wrapped her up in his arms and pulled the covers over them both as he waited for her to regain her senses.

Everything was going to change, he would make sure of that and she would be by his side the entire time- his drug, his weakness, his everything.

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Troublesome Twin

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hunger games warning, abusive family, mother died in childbirth with the twins, Arachne, Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, violence, and murder.

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“Coryo!” Tigris yelled, as she heard Coryo enter the penthouse, running over to him. “I was so scared, I saw what happened, how’s…” Tigris cut herself off, as she saw Y/N crying in her cousin's arms. “Oh, poor dear.”

“She’s staying with us. I know it will be hard, but Eiran is going to help, but it’s the safest place for her.”

“Of course. She’s always welcome here.” Tigris let out, walking over to them. “Hey, Y/N/N.”

“Tigris!” Y/N cried, letting go of Coryo and hugging Tigris. “Tigris, it was terrible!”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N/N. I can’t even imagine. Are you okay physically?”

“The tribute also got her. She had to get her left shoulder stitched up.” Coryo explained.

“Oh, you poor thing. Let’s get you a nice hot bath.” Tigris let out, walking her to the bathroom. “Coryo go get her one of my night gowns.”

“I don’t want to leave Coryo.”

“Oh, darling,” he breathed, walking up to her, and cupping her face. “It’s okay. Tigris is going to take great care of you. And once you’re done I’ll be right here for you, and I’ll hold you so close, okay, rose?”

“Okay.” Y/N sniffed, as Coryo kissed her head.

“Tigris,” Y/N whimpered, as Tigris walked her to the bathroom. “My twin is gone. She died right in my arms.”

“I know,” Tigris let out as she turned on the water. “I am so sorry, Y/N/N. But we’re not going to let anything happen to you. Coryo is going to protect you.”

After Y/N’s bath Tigris helped her get into a nightgown, careful not to hurt her shoulder. As soon as they were done they left to go join Coryo and Grandma’am at the table.

Y/N was still crying and all she wanted to do was be in her boyfriend’s arms as she made her way to him.

“Hey love,” Coryo let out, as Y/N made her way to him and sat down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, crying into the crook of his neck. “How’s your shoulder? Does it feel any better?”

“It still hurts.” Y/N explained, pulling away a little to look at Coryo as Tigris sat down in the chair next to them. “I didn’t realize it at the moment, I was just focused on my sister.”

“I know my love.” Coryo breathed, kissing her forehead.

“It’s starting again,” Grandma’am explained, gaining everyone’s attention. “This is how it begins. The war.”

“It was my fault,” Coryo cut in. “I suggested we get closer to the tributes.”

“We both did.” Y/N cut in. “And I should have done a better job looking after my sister.”

“You’re just lucky that your sister’s tribute didn’t kill you too,” Grandma’am put out, making Y/N flinch more into Coryo’s arms, who held her tighter. “And you’re just lucky that your songbird didn’t peck your eyes out too.”

“She’s not a rebel, Grandma’am,” Tigris put out. “She’s just a girl.”

“Trust me, that one hasn’t been a girl for a long time. Outside this Capital, they’re all savages, one and all. You two must use her or you’ll end up dead in the trees like your father, and your sister.” Grandma’am stated, making another tear fall from Y/N’s eyes no matter how hard she tried to keep it in.

“It’s okay,” Coryo whispered, kissing Y/N’s head. “I’ve got you.”

“Grandma’am, why don’t I take you to bed?” Tigris asked, getting up. “I think Y/N needs some rest anyways.”

“She’s right,” Coryo let out. “You should get some sleep.

“What about the paper for Dr. Gaul?” Y/N asked.

“You are in no state to write right now. You need to go to bed and rest. I’ll write in and you can tell me what you want me to add okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N sighed, as Coryo helped her to his bedroom.

“Okay, is this good?” Coryo asked, as he laid her in his bed. “Are you comfortable, do you need more pillows? How’s your shoulder?”

“Coryo, I’m fine. Can you just lay with me and hold me until I fall asleep?”

“Of course my love,” Coryo let out, laying down next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “How’s this?”

“Perfect. I love you.”

“I love you more,” Coryo whispered, kissing her head.

The next morning Coryo woke up and carefully got up to finish the papers. He worked on them for a while, after Y/N went to sleep until she woke up screaming. It was a long night of restless sleep due to the nightmares of her sister dying in her arms.

“Coryo?” Y/N murmured, as she tried to find him.

“Hey,” Coryo smiled, walking to her, brushing some hair out of her face and kissing her head. “How are you?”

“Why are you up?”

“I’m just finishing up the papers for Dr. Gaul. How are you feeling? Were you able to get any good sleep?”

“I got some. My shoulder hurts, but I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, do you want to go with me to drop the papers off to Dr. Gaul on our way to the arena, or do you want to stay here and rest?”

“I want to stay with you. Besides, I’m supposed to help you.”

“Okay, my love.”

The two walked together hand in hand on their way to Dr. Gaul’s office.

“You don’t think my dad is going to try to hurt me do you?” Y/N asked.

“I don’t know. But I won’t let him, okay? He’s not going to hurt you. Ever.”

“Thank you. President Snow.” Y/N smiled.

“I love you,” Coriolanus smiled at her remark, as he opened the door for her. “After you.”

“Thank you.”

“This for Dr. Gaul please,” Coriolanus stated, handing the paper to the peacekeeper behind the desk.

The two walked in silence as they made their way to the tributes, finding comfort in each other's presence. When they made it to the arena Coryo stopped and looked down at Y/N before they walked in. “Hey, are you sure you want to do this?”

“Coryo, I’ll be fine. Besides, it’s not like I really have a choice.”

“But you do. Darling, with me, you can have a choice.”

“I know, Coryo. Thank you. I just want to be with you. That will make me feel the best.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you more.” Y/N smiled, standing on her tiptoes to give him a quick kiss.

They made their way into the room, and found Lucy Gray, there was one seat in front of her, so Coryo let Y/N sit in it, as he stood behind her, hands on her shoulders to comfort her.

“In spite of yesterday’s tragic events,” Dean Highbottom went on. “Our president decided that the Games must go on to show everyone the Capital is unafraid of such acts of terror. To which end, Dr. Gaul wishes you to preview the arena this afternoon with your tributes. Later this evening, there will be a special televised presentation of each tribute to our audience to, you know, get to know them. You will have an hour to discuss strategy.” Highbottom sighed as the room stayed silent. “You may begin.”

“I’m sorry about your twin,” Lucy Gray let out.

“Thank you.” Y/N sadly smiled, as Coryo squeezed her right (the good one) shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Coryo asked.

“Wearing my Mama’s dress is the only thing keeping me together here. It’s like she’s wrapping her arms around me.”

“My mother, she used to smell like roses,” Coriolanus explained, making Y/N smile up at him, her hand going up to grab him. “She died in childbirth. I was going to have a little sister.”

“Both your parents gone?” Lucy Gray asked. Coryo nodded and she turned her attention down to Y/N. “And what about you?”

“They both might as well should be. My mom died in childbirth with me and my twin. I was born last and she died almost as soon as I took my first breath, so my dad blamed me and has been abusing me since as long as I can remember. So after yesterday, I’ve been staying with Coryo.”

“So you're both orphans. Like me?”

“Yeah,” Y/N breathed. “I guess we are.”

“Look,” Coryo cut in. “We need you to sing in these interviews later. It’s the night before the games and your last chance to win the people over. We can’t send you gifts in the arena without their money.”

“Maybe a guitar could persuade me. Maybe.”

“A guitar.” Y/N cut in. “I have one you can use.”

“What?” Coryo asked, fear creeping in his eyes. “Darling, maybe we should talk about this.”

“Coryo, there’s nothing to talk about. Eiran can get mine for her to use.”

“If we get you her guitar will you use it so we can take care of you in the arena?” Coriolanus asked.

“You really wanna take care of me while I’m in that arena, Coriolanus? Start by thinking I can actually win.”

“Snow, Crane, Dovecote,” Highbottom called.

The three walked to Dr. Gaul’s office Y/N hand in hand with Coryo as Clemmie talked. “She can’t expect us to have written that proposal last night can she? I was crying for hours. And Y/N, I can’t imagine how last night was for you. How are you holding up?”

“I’d rather not talk about it,” Y/N let out, tightening her grip on Coryo’s hand.

“We did,” Coryo cut in. “Write it. Y/N and I turned it in this morning.”

“All right, give me the bullet points.”

The three walked into Dr. Gaul’s laboratory and all started looking around as they waited for her. Coryo led Y/N by the hand to a spot far enough away from Clemmie and looked down at her. “How are you? I’m sorry she started talking about that.”

“It’s fine,” Y/N sighed. “I can’t avoid it. Everyone’s going to be talking about it, and asking me how I am. It’s just hard.”

“I know. I’m so sorry, love.” Coryo bent down and kissed her head.

“Mr. Snow, Miss. Dovecote,” Dr. Gaul cut in, smiling at them. Her smile widened as she saw Y/N. “Ah, Miss. Crane. How nice it is to finally be able to finally see you outside of school. You, my dear, are the spitting image of your mother.”

“You knew her?” Y/N asked, hand gripping onto Coryo’s.

“I did. A conversation for later. Now, come see my new babies.”

Dr. Gaul led them around the room to the spot her snakes were in. “Is there a point to the color?” Clemmie as they all walked up the steps.

“There’s a point to everything, Miss. Dovecote. Which brings me neatly to your proposal. Which one of you wrote it?”

“Well, there was…” Coriolanus started, but was cut off by Clemmie.

“I was inspired by Corioalnus and Y/N yesterday, of course. His little betting idea. But the sponsorships and the gifts in the arena, those were all mine.”

“Clemmie,” Coryo started, upset that she was taking credit for his girlfriend's ideas.

“So it’s your sweaty hand writing on that page,” Dr. Gaul put out. “Very impressive, Miss. Dovecote. Unfortunately, my assistant mistook it for trash this morning and lined the shelf of this very terrarium with it. So, please, Miss. Dovecote, retrieve it for us, won’t you? So we might all consider your inspired ideas. Don’t worry, my little predators are perfectly docile with those they can trust. So if they’re used to your scent, if you’ve handled their food, for example, or if they’ve inhaled the sweat of your palm on a page, they’ll leave you alone. A new scent, however…you’d be on your own, little girl. Retrieve it.”

“Clemmie,” Y/N breathed, trying to get her to stop, but it was too late. Clemmie screamed, and fell back. “Clemmie, no! No!” Y/N cried, as Coryo held her tighter.

“You asked about the colors, Miss. Dovecote?” Dr. Gaul stated, looking down at her as the doctors came in. “I want my enemies to see a rainbow of destruction engulfing the world. I’m not above using spectacle to create a little terror. A strategy your classmates here articulated very well in their proposal. Now, I have to know whose ideas the sponsorships and the gifts actually belonged to.”

Y/N looked up at Coryo who gave her a small nod, then looked back to Dr. Gaul. “They were my idea Dr. Gaul. But Coriolanus wrote them down for me. After what happened with my sister, and me getting my own injury, I wasn’t up to writing.”

“They’re good, your suggestions. They sound like something your mother would come up with. I’m going to recommend my team implement as many as possible tomorrow.”

“What?” Y/N asked.

“Will she die?” Coryo asked, referencing to Clemmie.

“The pleasure in breaking ground in one’s research is one gets to find out. You two better keep Miss. Dovecotes fate between us. I don’t think her mother would be very happy to learn how she caught this sudden…flu. Now, run along, you have an arena to promote, and it’s time for my milk and crackers.” Coryo and Y/N started to walk out of the lab, but were stopped by Dr. Gauls' voice. “Miss. Crane, I think you should join me. We should talk about something very important.”

“What is it about? Is it something Coriolanus can stay for?”

“It’s about your mother, my dear. Mr. Snow can stay if you would like, but it will be very personal.”

“I’d like him to stay.” “All right then, let's all take a seat. Please, follow me.” Dr. Gaul stated, walking them to a table that had milk and crackers on it. “I have a feeling you’re wondering how I know about your mother.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, please, you don’t have to call me ‘ma’am’. I’m your Godmother, call me Volumnia.”

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Outlander 7x07 “A Practical Guide for Time-Travelers” Easter Eggs and Spoilers

An in-depth breakdown of episode 7 (spoilers included) below the cut!

We open in 1777 at Bemis Heights, New York outside of Saratoga and Jamie has joined Daniel Morgan’s rifles. The voiceover is Claire telling Bree that she had seen William as we cut back to Lallybroch and Bree is reading the letter in the house. Turns out while Roger was cooking and running after Buck at the end of last episode, she was upstairs reading alone (like I thought she said she wouldn’t do?) Roger introduces Bree to Buck and it’s now official that Outlander is going to pretend like Graham McTavish didn’t play Buck in season 5 and he has Benjamin Button’d himself.

In the show title we see Jemmy getting a pin on his shirt labeled The Tufty Club, with a small squirrel on the pin. This was a show from the 1960’s focusing on road safety and education for kids.

Buck explains how he ended up back here and that he and his family were headed back to Scotland to join Morag’s brother who was in need of a Clerk. Buck had been a lawyer and their family needed money, so they traveled to Glasgow and headed north past the stones where he heard the buzzing. Morag stayed with her parents and he went back to see what it was and he went through mistakenly. He saw Roger in the town and it freaked him out that Roger survived being hanged and yet he appears in the future too. Similar to the books but slightly different approach to Buck, more on that later.

Back in 1777, the British army is near Stillwater in New York. William has made friends (namely Sandy Hammond) and he’s amongst the officers who are discussing how to defeat the Colonists. General Fraser encourages them to fight in open field to their strengths when a message arrives from General Howe. The superior officers rush into a meeting which Fraser pulls Captain Richardson into. Meanwhile to stay busy, William and Sandy practice with their swords. Richardson later approached William and tells him that Howe will take Philadelphia instead of heading north like everyone believed. Without Howe, their army is now essentially alone without support in upstate New York. General Fraser has tasked Richardson to create diversions with General Clinton on the Rebels side to help them gain footing on their journey to Albany, and Fraser named William as Richardsons second. That means William will miss the battle in Saratoga, which upsets him.

Back at Lallybroch with Buck, Roger reveals to him that they are related and Morag is his 3 times great grandmother making him a 3x great grandfather. Bucks requests alcohol to cope and Bree tells Buck that her father is Jamie Fraser and admits she is also a time traveler. While searching for his family tree, Roger sees that Buck dies in 1778. This is one of many papers strewn about his desk out in the open that should be locked away damnnit.

Rob Cameron shows up at the worst possible time and Buck has to hide in the Priests hole. Roger the people pleaser lies to Rob about the house being a crazy mess yet invites Rob inside anyways. Why they have made Roger act like he is, I don’t know. The original storyline in the book would have sufficed and this lack of care shown to hiding the papers and writings about time travel is just making Roger unlikable. He already was worried after Rob saw his entire book at the school, but now he leaves him alone in the room with the rest of the papers and letters? I’d like to think he’s smarter than that, and the writers could have done better by him here. Bree is obviously uncomfortable with Rob being there and even more knowing Buck is in the house. Roger then shows him the ledgers he is so slyly asking to see and leaves him in his office (not wise, Roger!!!). The kids come back from school and they all have dinner with Buck still in the priest hole, poor guy. Rob tries to befriend Jemmy and he is quite forward and flirty with Bree. When Rob won’t leave, he asks for another drink amongst the three of them and these two people pleasers say yes, again. They need to learn boundaries.

Back in Saratoga, Jamie brings Claire a book he’s found and is dressed in his new uniform. Here we get a perfect excerpt from the books where he hands Claire the book and tells her she needs glasses. If the show can do this scene such justice why are they messing with the Rob Cameron of it all? I digress. I love nerdy, printer press Jamie. And before we get to enjoy a quiet moment between these two he tells Claire that he is being mustered for battle in three days time. She and Jamie share their sweet moment and Claire tells him she’ll go looking for him if he doesn’t come back to her, like always. These two really should never leave each others sight.

Sandy and William share a scene with general Fraser while they eat, which is also straight from the books. The book Sandy’s name is Sandy Lindsay instead of Hammond (perhaps a name change to nod to a crew member or writer). Sandy name drops the Beefsteak Club (which is a place often visited and referenced by Lord John). When speaking of what keeps his spirits high, General Fraser speaks of the time spent with his men and the strong bond they share in the days leading up to battle, which inspires William. He asks to stay and fight instead of carrying dispatches with Richardson. Fraser admires his courage and asks him if fighting is what he really wants. When William says yes, Fraser tells him he can stay and William is glad to know he will be partaking in the fight to come alongside his men.

At Lallybroch, Rob tells Bree and Roger about his wife and son, and asks them if Jemmy wants to come to the movies and have a sleepover with his nephew, Bobby. They agree and finally see him out. When they head back inside, Buck is in the caravan with the kids. Mandy is combing his beard with her dolls brush and they are watching a show about astronauts (which Buck notes is star travelers in Latin). He apologized to the kids for scaring them, and Bree and Roger aren’t quite sure what to make of the situation. Might they just so happen to like Buck now? Is he weaseling his way into their hearts? Roger invites him to sleep inside for the night with Bree’s permission. They aren’t sleeping in the house yet for some reason despite majority of the downstairs being done, but Buck gets a spot in the dining room. Roger tells Bree that he has forgiven him and that he will bring Buck back to the stones on Saturday. In the meantime, Bree gets to take him to work with her.

At the dam, Buck admits that when he left Morag she was with child, and it doesn’t feel real to him now knowing they are all dead. When Bree starts questioning him about why he is here, they discuss the journey and how to go back. Our favorite man Rob shows up and Buck immediately dislikes him (evidently he’s the only one with eyes). He sees Rob touch Bree’s arm and resides that he is smiling at her a bit too much. When Roger gets back from the school, the caravan door is open and Buck is alone inside looking at a toy airplane. Buck tells Roger that Rob Cameron is trouble and Roger disagrees before he ever so kindly changes the subject to that of Bucks death. Buck says he doesn’t want to know the date, but he lets Roger tell him anyways. It is the year 1778, which could mean he never made it back to his own time so his family marked him dead, or he does make it back and then he dies soon after. Either way, not looking too good for Buck.

Roger and Bree have a moment discussing Rob Cameron’s hot eye. Phil Collins starts playing and I instantly fast forwarded through this entire moment, so I couldn’t tell you what happens 😂

Back in time we see a British deserter approach Ian and the Indians, and we know now that the battle is beginning. This episode has criminally too little Young Ian. Daniel Morgan’s me are leading the charge against Simon Frasers men and Jamie asks Claire to kiss him ahead of battle, a tradition I wish these two would end so they can be happy for once. He heads out of the tent and Claire sees him off like she has time and time again (and we get the great slowmo walk from the trailer).

September 19, 1777 is the first battle of Saratoga. William is instructing the men to fix bayonets when they see the rebels approach. Sandy Hammond is clearly nervous, discussing women’s they fancy when Sandy is immediately shot in the head beside William. Men start dropping like flies and William is in shock. Simon Fraser yells at him to join his men and William summons up his anger to join them with only a sword. This was visually very similar to Jamie’s highland charge at Culloden (by design I’m sure).

Back at Lallybroch, Roger has clothes on again thankfully and cannot sleep. He notices that *shocking* the box with Claire and Jamie’s letters is messed about, and Mandy starts scream about Jemmy. He and Bree seem to immediately know she’s talking about their connection (which we haven’t seen yet on screen) and Mandy says that Rob has taken Jemmy to the stones. This whole scene felt half baked to me in terms of acting, and when Roger and Buck head out to the standing stones he finally admits he should have been more careful. The only people who know about the time traveling are Jamie and Claire, Buck now, Young Ian, and Geillis Duncan. Roger gets spooked that Rob might have used Jemmy as a blood sacrifice himself like Geillis had tried. They find his scarf with his new pin on it and fear that he’s been taken through the stones.

At the battlefield, William is standing over Sandy Hammond’s body after the battle with zero blood or dirt on his uniform. When the men complain about the holes they have to dig, he joins in the digging of the graves and from a distance we see Simon Fraser admiring him for it. This is all the more meaningful when you know that Simon will never know that William is kin to him. The British mark the battle as victory, and General Fraser quotes Aeschylus to William, who is visibly upset by the loss of his friend. “Send thy men to battle and no such men return” he tells William, knowing that he’s a different man now. William completes the quote “and home to claim their welcome. Come ashes in an urn”

Back on the battlefield, we get the ominous shot of Jamie, laying on the ground alone and the episode cuts to black. I actually disliked that we never actually saw Jamie fighting in this episode. But they had to have a cliffhanger in place prior to the mid season finale next week and worrying about Jamie seems the natural choice.

In the preview for next week, we see Claire finding Jamie on the battlefield (which is a wonderful scene in the books that I’m excited to see brought to life). We also see Roger and Buck preparing to go after Jemmy and Rob. Young Ian questions if there will be another battle, and we see previews for that second bloody battle. Roger and Buck go to the stones, Claire appears to see William again (likely over Simon Frasers body), Ian and Rachel get super close(!!!). The preview ends with that same famous scene of Claire on the battlefield fighting off a woman with Jamie’s sword.

#outlander #outlanderedit #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #claire fraser #sam heughan #claire x jamie #jammf #caitriona balfe #james alexander malcolm mackenzie fraser #outlander season 7 #outlander breakdown #outlander spoilers #outlander 7x07

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 10 months

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so, i read a smut of yours and i was sure you were the right person for what i wanted, in my mind it happens with kappa but as long as it's a rory character i don't mind if you change it. i wanted a rebel sub reader, who fights back, resists and hurts him like he hurts her and spits in his face, which makes him fuck her even harder and more brutally, at the end you can add a aftercare, it would be really sweet to see she melting in his arms after so much resistance

Filthy Animals

Summary: There's nothing to see here, just two doms fighting for the upper hand, please walk on…

Pairing: Kappa x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Content Warnings: Unhinged Smut 18+!, We Take A Full Dive Into It Right After The Cut, A LOT Of Swearing, Kappa And Reader Being Two Crackheads In The Sheets, Scratching, Biting, Spitting, Slapping, You Name It, Unprotected P In V, Slight Daddy Kink, A Rather One-Sided Orgasm But That's Okay, Implied Aftercare, Implied Consensual Cutting

A/N: I have been evil cackling at this request since I saw it in my inbox, tbh 👀

Tagging the horny horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @alalalaaallaaalaaa @icarus-star @milsthouqhts @roryculkinsbf @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @b4sementgrl

Want you tied up in my bed

With my name carved deep into your chest

Harmless games went to my head

Now I want you breathing down my neck

- Animal By Jim Yosef, RIELL

"Why do you have to be such a fucking bitch about it right now?" Kappa's low voice groaned against the shell of your ear in a menacing tone as he pulled both of your knees over his shoulders right before shoving the full length of his cock into your oozing wet cunt.

"Oh, fuck you, asshole!" You pressed between clenched jaws, feeling how he drilled himself into you rather unceremoniously, "Who was that stupid twat talking to you in the hall, huh?!"

"I told you already, fucking hell! Absolutely no one.", Kappa hissed, his hot breath hitting against your cheek, "She's new to the group and asked for my help, that's that."

"Uh-huh, yeah, sure. That's why that blond-haired barbie whore was all flirty hair twirling with you, right?" With a certain degree of malicious intent you dug your nails into the skin of his back, dragging them down inch by inch until you were certain to either leave bright red marks on your property or draw blood.

"It was nothing!", He huffed from between grinding teeth, "How many times do I have to tell you?!"

Kappa lifted his right hand from the mattress to carefully straighten it out before his broad palm hit your cheek in a hefty slap. On impact, your head lolled to the side, the sharp pang of pain rapidly spreading over the entire side of your face.

"Maybe until I believe you, shithead!" You spat right back, not even remotely allowing him to gain the high ground right now.

In a sense of relentless fervor, you raised your head up until you were able to sink your teeth right into the toned muscles of his chest.

"Oh, get a grip!" He groaned as you bit down, the hand that smacked your face grabbing a fistful of your hair simply to yank you away from him immediately.

You felt how your teeth scraped over his skin, clenching it between your canines until it inevitably slipped away.

"Fucking feral cunt!" Kappa grunted whilst hammering his cock inside you in such a hard way that it nearly made you flinch.

"But your cunt!", You spewed, "You better not forget that!"

"I'd never!", His fingers let go of your hair, tracing over your jaw down to your chin, "C'mon, open up, would you? Daddy's got a special treat just for you."

At his words you felt your whole attitude shifting whether you wanted it to or not. With widening eyes, you stared at him, reluctantly opening your mouth.

"That's my good girl right there, no?" You simply nodded in response.

Your drowsy, somewhat fucked out gaze met with his arctic blue eyes as you heard him gathering the spit in his mouth.

"Tongue out, whore!" Kappa demanded, tilting his head with a lopsided grin.

Not breaking eye contact whatsoever, you let your tongue dart out between an open mouth.

"There, there…" His tone somewhere in between taunt and praise before spitting a sticky amalgamation of saliva right onto your tongue.

"Swallow for Daddy!" He scoffed, pushing your mouth shut again.

And that you did.

"Good girl!" Kappa praised you right after, picking up on his pace.

"Don't you ever doubt that you are my one and only!" He whispered, his lips softly brushing over yours, not quite kissing you just yet.

"There'll never ever be another woman by my side, I promise." You felt the tip of his nose nudging yours while his pace started to falter.

"I'll do whatever is necessary to protect you." Kappa's body turned rigid above yours.

"Fuck, it's really just you…" He drilled his cock into you for one final, deep thrust, before you felt him coming undone inside of you. White-hot ropes of his cum painting your insides and filling you up.

"It's just you!" Kappa whimpered, lost in his orgasmic bliss as he freed your tights from his grip and practically collapsed onto you.

Your muscles certainly felt sore as you stretched your legs out over the mattress but you barely paid attention to it, really.

"Come here…" Kappa rolled himself off of you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I know today was a lot, but I'm still all about you, Sugar.", You allowed yourself to curl right up to him, practically melting into his gentle embrace, "Nothing will ever change anything about that, okay?"

"Are you sure about that?" As safe and warm you felt in his hug, the voices inside of your head were louder.

"I'm so sure about it that I'd cut your name into my skin if you asked me to." Kappa reciprocated right away.

"Well, then, I'm asking you to, Kappa."

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Wow. I really enjoyed the first two episodes of Castaway Diva. The teen actors were fantastic setting up the heartbreaking backstory! I was 100% sold. Park Eun Bin shines as a fish out of water. Bringing joy to everyday circumstances and big moments as well as showing grief in her desire to find meaning in her stunted life.

As for the brothers, Woohak is giving total little brother vibes to Bogeol's annoyed responsible big brother vibes. Even though he's supposedly older, Woohak seems like a shadow to Bogeol: wearing matching clothes, working in the same field at the same company, wanting to be like him but also rebel when he feels like it. He's got that carefree baby of the family vibe. Whereas Bogeol seems like he's caring the weight of the world, helping with his family and diligent in his work but not letting himself stand out too much.

This makes sense if Bogeol is really Kiho because he would feel responsible for Mokha being lost at sea. It's interesting that Bogeol only sees a random girl hugging Woohak on the beach from a distance; then it cuts to all of them on the boat ride back. We never saw Bogeol's face when he finally saw her up close and introduced herself as Mokha. This is a huge omission. Bogeol is the one who regularly volunteers for trash cleaning on random deserted islands and knows how many of them exist in Korea. We see that Mokha is eating kimbap on the boat ride off the island. This is the exact meal that Kiho gave Mokha when they were waiting for the ferry ride. Did Bogoel give her the kimbap? While Bogeol cautiously keeps his distance from Mokha, he immediately buys her new shoes when they get off the boat. This hails back to the shoes Kiho gave Mokha when they ran away.

I think the guilt that he (Kiho/Bogeol) failed Mokha is what is making him keep his distance. Along with the fear of his father, not just for himself but for everyone he cares for if his identity is ever revealed that is keeping him from getting close to Mokha. However, Bogeol is also the one to suggest they use Ranjoo as their next variety show subject. It's like he just can't help himself. Deep down he desperately wants to be by Mokha's side.

As for Woohak's memory loss, it was the perfect cover to switch the brothers ages and give Kiho the new name of Bogeol. It wouldn't surprise me if the mother had already changed her name. Given the amount of memories that Kiho had of his mother before she ran away and the relative closeness of the brothers ages, they may not be related by blood. It is also possible that Kiho's dad found their new family and abused Woohak to the point that he was so badly beaten it caused the permanent memory loss. I wouldn't be surprised if their new family is under witness protection so Kiho's dad can't find them again. Man, that's dark.

Anyway, I'm looking forward to Mokha breaking down Bogeol's walls just like she did the first time around and helping Woohak when he discovers why he has memory loss. While the brothers support Mokha as she finally begins her journey to achieve her dreams.

#castaway diva #kdrama #kalenapost #kalenameta

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An (incredibly long) "I want"-style song dedicated to the most unruly of trios: John Lennon, Paul McCartney, and George Harrison.

The setting is the late 50's – it's deliberately a bit of a mish-mash :-)

Lyrics below the cut!

John: Green Paul: Blue George: Purple P&G: Pink J&P: Red JP&G: Neutral Liverpool gave up on me the first day of preschool Teachers called me unruly cause I don't suffer fools And my aunt who says she can't believe I’d throw it all away Quarrybank, that school for cranks suspended me the other day

All those lads who quit this band to learn a proper trade Think that I don't understand the facts of getting paid But you both see, It's them not me, it's us and this here prophecy

Do you see us five years on – well Maybe three, that's sort of long As they're writhing for our songs And “Your group's on now, John "

Earning some preposterous wage Free of this less-town-more-cage As we enter center-stage In our gold disk age

And the birds will have to queue For a single peck at you Then, emboldened by the view Watch them molt on cue

And all we need is not to quit, They'll call us Great Britain's Newest stars, brand new guitars, guaranteed not to split

Picture us: the favourite band With a record deal in hand Going deaf from screaming fans As per my new masterplan

Where we going, fellas? Where we going? Where we going, fellas? Where we going? (To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the topper) To the toppermost of the poppermost!

I hear music in my head Wherever I go It's like it's bursting out my soul It's something I cannot control

Every night When I get home I watch dad roll his eyes "Heard of this thing called a comb? " I sigh as he implies That mum would be So unhappy and so disappointed in me

Meanwhile I can't drop this tune However inopportune There's a decade dawning soon Shooting for the moon

And John may seem unreasonable But his dream is feasible Sometimes yes, guess he's a gull I'll appease him though

And then I see how for we're come Joined, we're greater than our sum See, the rhythm's in the strum Of the guitars and then some

Playing my part in your vision, I'll Grab a pen, so much to discover Let's produce another Lennon-McCartney original

For the day he and John met And Yes George, I didn't forget! We become a matching set Writing tete-a-tete

Where we going, Johnny? Where we going? Where we going, Johnny? Where we going? (To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the toppermost) And where do I fit in? And when do I come in? Is there a spot for me at the To the toppermost of the poppermost!

I'm the youngest, there's no day when they let me forget But the part Paul will not say: I'm their safest bet See the fact is they don’t practice systematically like me I know my chord charts, strings, fretboard, parts of my soul, sorted by key.

Still the world is their playground And I am watching from the fence I can't yet jump with confidence But mum taught me about patience

I still feel Julia's arms around me every time I play What would my mum say? (She tells me) Anything I set my mind to (She taught me everything) The heights I'll climb to (She wanted everything) My time soon Anything to prove I'm worth it (Wouldn’t approve) Move the earth, they'll learn…

I had to learn to be the only one believing in me And ever since she's gone, I can hardly stand it (Mum says I can stand it) No one understanding (Don’t quite understand it) The thing she saw in me

And dad, he just wants me to be practical She’d call me her rebel without applause and tell me Just keep making noise, always play in your own key I will wait patiently He may believe in me but not my choice They will have no choice but to love me

Where we going fellas? Where we going? To the toppermost of the poppermost!

Liverpool has no idea what’s coming Liverpool will never be the same They’ll put up posters of us Like on this truck John, that’s a bus! Put your glasses on, Jesus! And dad will be non-plussed when Walking down the street he’ll see John (John), Paul, George (George) of the… Johnny and the Moondogs… What! Definitely not. The Shoes! The Quarrymen… Nononononono, JaPaGe3!

Insert band name here.

Liverpool has no idea what’s coming Liverpool will never be the same When they all see us one as three the blasphemous song trinity.

Everybody’s bitching Where’s that old ambition That got you essay prizes and into the institute? I’m not a delinquent I’ve just been rethinking No one realizes I’m still just as resolute Just keep making noise Always play in your own key They will have no choice But to love me

Anything I set my mind to The heights I’ll climb to My time soon Anything to prove I’m worth it Move the earth They’ll learn from me.

Where we going, fellas? Where we going? Where we going, Johnny? Where we going, fellas? Where we going? (To the topper-most of popper-most of popper, to the topper) And where do I fit in and when do I come in? Toppermost of the poppermost.

#the beatles #beatles #you would not believe how much time went into this lmao #or maybe you would #GOOODNESSS #main-tagging this. I've Earned It!#also sry if the colours are fucked up it's tumblr's fault not mine I corrected this twice already #my voice #fiona.docx #fic #friends.jpg

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heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon · 1 month

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I can't believe there is a "Cursed Cat Alastor Controversy" and that once again I had to have the evil lepreconartist who lords over the fandom making his gold off of Medrano's despair explain to me in order to understand what the fuck is going in on the fandom, yet again ... But I kind of hate you all so here's my hot take...

It's actual petty bullshit.

It's the equivalent of a fanartist calling out an AMV maker for "art theft" and demanding that a video they worked hard on be taken down because they used a piece of fanart for a character in an AMV tribute to the character that both the fanartist and the AMV maker (who is already an artist in their own right) already do not actually fucking own. Like, regardless if the AMV maker gives the fanartist credit. Instead of being honored by it, when they should know better that neither of them ever actually even own the shit to begin with, yet they still demand "credit" for fanwork.

I once saw a popular Asian artist in the svtfoe fandom demanding a boycott of the popular fan run merch store TheMysteryShack just as the beautiful fan made artbook Tales of Rebel Princess was about to launch exclusively through there because she alleged that the shop owner had stolen one of her friends fanart designs on a goddamn fucking Steven Universe tarot card pack of all things but I still really liked her Star fanart, so when I tried to respectfully explain to her that I wouldn't be boycotting the shop because of Tales of Rebel Princes launching and how I thought it was personally in very poor taste to not just contact the shop owner privately about the matter and instead making a big stink in public about boycotting his shop when she knew that one of her other artist friends that we knew she had also collaborated with in the past was just about to debut another big collaborative art tribute book dedicated to Daron and Star vs. there through this guys shop! And essentially it would be sad to see her knowingly taking business away from her other friend like that and demanding others in her following do the same and over something as small as a deck of Steven Universe cards, especially in understanding how little love svtfoe gets, since she was also a well known svtfoe fanartist ... All I got in response was "Well I'm happy for my friend but I'm Korean and you're just a Filthy American who couldn't possibly understand how disrespectful something like this is in my culture and blah blah blah if you instant on further harassing me about this I'll block you!"

And I was basically like "suit yourself being fake and having a stick up your butt honey I'm still getting my Star vs. artbook!"

And then she blocked me.

Good riddance. As if Miss Heinous would honestly ever head bang to Ruberiot...

But I guess what I'm trying to get here is that like...Oh, I'm sorry? You wanna make fanart for western cartoons? You gotta play by western rules then. Like it's late night here and I'm sorry if that sounds harsh. But it's true.

If Aurelio Voltaire honestly deserves to have a deal be cut in my opinion so he can finally officially own his share of the "Vampair" series after Daria Cohen stole his voice to make it (half dry humor, half serious here, to be quite frank about this) then coma0423 deserves to cut a deal so that Amir Talai can have a bit of financial comprehension and his percentage of whatever kind of (I'm guessing financial) ~"credit'~ that Coma is now demanding from other fanartists who make Cursed Cat Alastor fan merch since Talai , after all, did design the original concept sketch that would become Cursed Cat Alastor that Coma saw and then decided to just runaway with when they made the meme ...

Listen to me... Fanart belongs to everyone and no one by nature of it being made by fans and no one can truly own a "fan concept" expect for the true creator of the thing that it's based on. Unless that thing is already in the public domain. And if it is it becomes Schrodinger's Cheshire Cat.

Schrodinger's Cursed Cat Alastor belongs to everyone and no one, babe. He belongs to The Hazbin Hotel Fandom and The Hazbin Hotel. If he actually becomes canon in the show somehow, then he'll belong to Amir and Viv, actually, maybe Coma will get proper credit then, but the concept won't even really be theirs anymore, just as it even isn't really officially theirs now, even if they officially do get hired.

First you're telling me that I'm not allowed to fuck the radio demon ... Now you're telling me that I'm apparently not even allowed to kiss a cute wittle kitty cat plushie of him between the space on his head between his ears if said plush wasn't crafted by or sold explicitly by the fanartist who again, stole the concept sketch of him from Amir Talai in the first place?

No. This is nonsense.

Stop making all these petty dramas off someone else's work that only feed the evil leprechaun more gold off of someone else's work or start making you're own original work from your own original concept that you can actually claim your own copyright to I'm exhausted.

Ever hear the phrase once something leaves your brain it belongs to everyone, not just you anymore?

This goes triple for anyone making fanart of someone else's work and that's a fact. Especially if it's only ever an extremely memed up version of an already canonically existing character that you were only so lucky went viral.

Stop the bullying. No one fanwork is that special. Just do your best to honor the source material and be flattered by other fanartists imitations of your fanartist imitation... It's the circle of cursed kitties and it feeds us all. *smacks paw down*

#Hazbin Hotel #hazbin hypocritical #Cursed Cat Alastor #Alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #alastor hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel cast #amir talai #fanart #fanwork #fandom fuckery #big name fan bullshit #It's getting late and I don't know what else to tag this as honestly...#Just accept that not everything is yours to start out with in fandom spaces and learn to let your little darlings go ...#Best advice I can come up with before bed ...#bnf bullshit

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xkaidaxxxx · 6 months

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BEFORE THE RUMBLING!!

Eren x Reader

Mentions: pregnant, verbal abuse, angst.

Will have errors. 2:57am writing.

Minimal 18+

Minors don’t interact.

During the time the scouts were capturing Annie. You saw the destruction. The buildings falling, the awful sounds of people screaming. You saw it all at a distance. Your home was perfectly safe. You were lucky your side of town wasn’t destroyed. Not a single scratch.

Just because there wasn’t a scratch doesn’t mean you weren’t hurt. Your mother died that day. Only you and your father remained.

One day you were walking around taking in the damage titans do. Thinking :If it’s scary with only two titans…imagine what the scouts see outside the walls.

You tripped over some rubble landing on your stomach. Your dress definitely got stained. “Oh here let me help you.” A guy said helping you up. Your eyes widened. “It’s you..Eren Yeager…Titan.” You spoke backing away.

Eren saw your used to be clean cut dress. Your jewelry and purse. He’s never seen such a beautiful sight. His heart stopped for a second.

“ please don’t be alarmed. I only need a breather right now” he said. You relaxed. “ I’ve always wondered what it would be like beyond the walls…the scouts are brave. You’re discovering the answers people ask themselves.” You spoke sitting down with him at a nearby bench. “ the answers are difficult to find. It can drive you insane. I’m not giving up.” He replied looking up to the stars.

You looked over at him smiling softly. You stared at his beautiful features. His nice sharp jawline. His lips. His eyes. You’re blushing.

“ I’m Y/n. It’s very nice to meet you Eren.” He chuckled, “Yeah nice to meet you too.” “ Eren. Let’s go.” a girl said grabbing his arm. She must like him. Maybe that’s his girlfriend? “ Mikasa. I’m having a conversation with someone.” He said taking her arm off him. “I umm..if you really need to go I understand.” You said. “ We don’t have the luxury to have time off like you and your people.” She said rudely. You frowned. She’s right.

You live a comfortable life. You have a nice 2 story house. Fancy clothing and accessories. Wonderful meals everyday. You have luxury other people don’t have. All that makes you grateful for what you have. The situation was definitely awkward as hell.

“ Hey we can meet again. Tomorrow at midnight.” He proposed. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this. Making friends with people think is a criminal but you couldn’t help it. Something inside you just exploded.“ O-okay yeah definitely. We can meet here.” You replied standing up from the bench fixing your dress.“ Have a nice night lady y/n.” He said waving goodbye. “Bye Eren.” You said making your way home. Your hair blew from the slightly wind. You were feeling something you’ve never felt before. You were charmed by his kindness and beauty.

You’ve been meeting Eren a lot the next couple months. Sometimes you’d sneak out of town. Especially when your dad was working. You felt like a total rebel. There was a time where Eren, Armin and Mikasa needed hiding. You allowed them to take shelter at your house. You couldn’t believe you allowed it but you had many moments with them.

“ Is there really such places?” You asked Armin. Very curious. “ yes and one day we can get to see it. Isn’t it exciting. A huge ocean. Hot red mountains. Land of only sand for miles.” He replied. You were amazed by his knowledge. You looked out the window. “ it is exciting. I wish I could tell others here…but they’d think I’m crazy. All they know is titans roam around all the time waiting to kill.” You replied with a sigh afterwards. You wished maybe in your next life you’d be able to see everything Armin described to you.

As nightfall came and the night was dark and silent. Eren came upstairs from the cellar.

“ You’re so beautiful.” Eren spoke as he saw you undress from your beautiful long blue dress. You two got carried away. Allowing lust to take full control. You were both on your bed. You gave yourself to him completely. He gave himself to you. It was a night of pure bliss.

“ s-so good y/n” he groaned hiding his face in your neck. Your body trembled with pleasure. “Eren I feel something” you spoke and suddenly moaned out loudly. “ yeah my love? Feels good doesn’t it.” He chuckled thrusting harder. You can hear the squelching and the slapping of skin. Your body was overflowing with pleasure. You felt him deep inside you. Eren reached your special spot. “ y-yes a~ah. Uhh e-eren. There. Just like that.” You said scratching his back. He hissed but continued. You both were losing your minds. Lust overtook your minds. Moans and groans bounced off the walls. The room smelled of sex. Your bodies were sweaty. You didn’t care who was hearing. You were consumed by the pleasure.“ E-Eren. I love you. I- close..” you said and released. “ I love you y/n” he groaned releasing his thick white cum in you. You milked him perfectly. Every last drop. After you both were at a clear state of mine. You both realized what you’ve done. “ I- okay…maybe there’s not a high possibility?” He said. “Are you kidding?” You replied with a dumbfounded look on your face.

Both of you were in a bad situation. You were both young. 17. You’d be wanted gone. It’s improper for a lady to be pregnant without a husband. No one besides his childhood friends knew you were dating.

“Eren. What are we going to do?” You asked as he cleaned you up. “I can’t drag you into the scouts life. You’re the safest here.” He replied getting the bath ready. “ No I’m not. I’m single to everyone here. I can’t just suddenly be pregnant without being married. Gosh. My father is going to kill me. I’ll be the fucking scandal of the year.” You said almost crying. You held your tears back. Dominating your feelings. “ it doesn’t matter. The baby is important. More than people’s stupid opinions.” He replied.

3 months passed and you couldn’t hide your pregnancy anymore. You finally decided to confess to your father about the entire situation.

“ I became friends with Eren Yeager. We fell in love and I sheltered him and his friends the week you were out of town. Things got heated and now I’m here 3 months pregnant.” You said quickly and almost out of breath. Your father took awhile to process the entire thing. “ from now on you’re not allowed to leave this house. You’re a dirty woman without a husband. Knocked up by a criminal. I’ll figure things out for you.” He said. You didn’t cry of course. You saw this coming.

Weeks passed. Armin and Mikasa always brought eren to you when they weren’t busy. “ 4 months. That’s exciting. I know things are very rough right now but we’ve got this.” Eren spoke trying to be optimistic. You knew this was a shit situation. He was at risk everyday. You weren’t surprised if he died the next day. You all heard the door opening downstairs. “ Eren we have to go.” Mikasa spoke urgently. “ I love you y/n. I love you so much. Our baby too.” He said hugging you. “I love you too.” You said crying hugging him tight. “ Eren hurry.” Armin said. “y/n? Sweetheart? You there?” Your father asked knocking on your door. You said your goodbyes. “ yeah dad come in” you said wiping your tears. As he walked in. “ I want you to meet someone.” He said. You made your way downstairs with him entering the living room. “Y/n this is William Jones. He’s taken an interest in you. He is aware of your situation.” Your father said. “ Hello lady y/n I’m Mr. Jones. It’s nice meeting you.” He said kissing your hand. “ it’s nice to meet you as well Mr. Jones. I do have a question. Why have you taken an interest in me?” You asked sitting down carefully. “ You’ve always known men desire you. You’re young, beautiful, healthy. Overall perfect. You’d make a great wife. I’m wealthy. I’m 26. I need to marry already and have an heir to my business.” He replied. You did have the skills of a wife. You cook, clean and you care.

You married William Jones. The wedding was beautiful. Your dress was beautiful. It brought out your beauty. Your invites were so excited for you. There was one flaw. The person you wanted to marry was Eren. “ y/n do you take William Jones as your husband? To love and to hold.?” This question made you cry. You pretended it was Eren holding your hands and standing in front of you. “yes. I do.” You stated. You imagined Eren was the one putting the ring on you. The one who kissed you. You didn’t allow the sadness completely take you. You did enjoy dancing and eating cake.

Even after the wedding there were days Eren would visit. He hated the fact that you’re married to someone else. He knew it was for the best. He knew you’d be in good hands. That you’ll have a good home and a good life. He loves you. He always says that when greeting and leaving you.

“It’s a baby boy.” Your doctor said. You smiled and suddenly your vision blurred. Birthing was hard. When you woke up. William was by your side holding the baby. “ my baby boy.” You said sitting up carefully. “ what are you naming him?” He asked handing him to you. You held him in your arms. He’s so precious. “ Eren his name will be Eren.” You said happily. The baby cried. You pecked his head softly. “ shh shh my love. It’s okay.” You comforted him. He stopped crying. He knew he was in his mother’s arms.

Months passed and Eren would visit. In secret. “I love you buddy. I’m sorry I can’t be with you and momma everyday. I’m happy I get to see you grow. You’re so strong and healthy.” Eren said to his son. You smiled. “He looks like you very handsome.” You said allowing him to carry baby eren. “ that’s our son. He’ll have girls crushing on him left and right. He’ll be a gentleman. Treat women with respect. He’ll be strong and honest. Very intelligent and hardworking.” He replied.

Years passed. Baby Eren is 2 years old now. Some nights Eren would come over only to visit his son in the middle of night without you knowing. “ Sasha is such a fun girl. She’s hungry 24/7. She always makes the group laugh with her silliness. When she dies things will be different.Oh and then there’s Levi. He’s the exact opposite. Very grouchy. Works us to the bone everyday but he has a nice side. Although he doesn’t show it much I know he cares. Armin..he’s my best friend. I know none of us would be alive if it weren’t for him. He’s very intelligent. He’s shy. It’s cute. He keeps me grounded. Mikasa..she’s always behind me. On my ass. Shes also kept me alive. I cherish them so much. They’re my family. Then there’s the commanders. Crazy but smart. Erwin is a monster. Risks a lot of things. Comes up with amazing plans. They almost always work. He’ll die in the near future and the Hange will commander. Once she dies it will be Armin. Hange is strange. She’s not only a scout but a scientist. She is in love with studying titans. She loves studying on how I heal fast and how I trigger my power. Both commanders have all my respect. Captain Levi too. Jean and Connie. Those crazy fuckers. Together they’re dumb and dumber. You’ll have fun days with them. Everyone I care about are good people. They all don’t give up. They all have strong hearts.” Eren said. He told him many moments he’s had with his friends.

“ My little Eren. Don’t forget I love you. You must take care of your momma when you grow up. I love you very much. I’m sorry I won’t be able to be here for you both. I’m sorry for all the horrible things I’ve done and the ones I will commit.” Eren spoke to him. Tears slipped from his face onto the baby’s clothes . “W-what’s going to happen eren?” You asked. You felt something in your stomach. You felt nauseous. “ E-Eren tell me.” You said crying. “ y/n I love you. I promise you the world will change. Titans won’t be something to be worried about anymore. You’ll have freedom.I have to go but remember all the moments in time we’ve had together. I’m in love with you. Thank you..for birthing our son.” He spoke and kissed you afterwards. “ I’m in love with the you too.”

You cried your heart out for days. You knew he was never coming back. William finally knew why.

“ You really love him?” He asked you carrying eren. “Yes and he’ll always hold a special place in my heart.” You replied looking at baby Eren. His full name Eren Yeager Jones. You didn’t mind Jones. After all you are married to William. “ I know I’m not him but I’ve always promised you a good life. I’ve kept my promise and I always will. You’re my wife. Yes I did it out of interest but..I’ve grown to love you. You’re smart, stubborn and genuine. Little things you do made me fall for you. I’ll always treasure you and baby Eren. He’s not my son by blood but he is by heart.” William said. It made you burst into tears.

“Armin you have to promise me you’ll visit her and baby Eren often with Mikasa as well. You 4 are the most important people in my life. I love you all. I’m sorry for all the horrores I’ve committed.” Eren said to Armin. “ We committed them together. I promise I’ll visit them. How could I not.” He replied.

3 years have passed.

“ I finally get to meet Eren.” Levi spoke. The 5 yr old stood beside you. Levi stayed silent as he stared at your son. “ Happy Birthday Eren!” Jean said setting his present on the table.

Ever since baby Eren was born. His father spoke about his friends to him. Told him stories about the good times he’s had. Baby Eren thought hard.

“Momma that Levi.” He stated waving Hi to him. Your looked down at him. “ how do you know?” You asked. “ Dada told me about his friends. He said Levi was grouchy but has a nice side.” He sat on the chair. “Dada said friend Sasha loved food.” He continued.

Jean and Connie couldn’t help but tear up. They had lumps in throat. Everyone was confused and shocked on why and how he knows that.

“ What else did he say bud?” William said carrying him. “ that his commanders were crazy but very smart. That uncle Armin is shy. He said it’s cute.” He giggled. You pecked his cheek. “ Dada said he loves everyone.” You smiled. Eren did commit so many horrifying things. Murdered so many man women and children. He went about it the wrong way. He was aware of that. Regardless of all that he never stopped loving his friends and family.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday Dear Eren happy Birthday to you.” They all sang. Baby Eren blew the candles out. His wish was so lovely.

“ what did you wish for kid?” Levi asked. “ I wished for a bike.” He lied. “ Well it came true.” Jean said pointing at the wrapped bike.

Eren’s true wish was that his friends and family stay happy and live long lives just like his dad wished too.

“ woah!” He exclaimed seeing his awesome blue and white bike as he unwrapped it. “ say thanks to Uncle Jean.” You said. “ thanks uncle Jean. Thanks everyone for my presents.” He thanked everyone with a blush on his face. He looked so much like Eren. His teal blue eyes. His long lashes and adorable nose. His brown hair. “Open mine next.” Armin said setting a box infront of him. Eren struggled to open it but eventually did. He looked around it. It had children’s books. Pencils journals for school. Most importantly.Photos . Eren picked up the frames and looked at the photos of a man. He knew it was his father. “ It’s Dada.” He said crying. “ Oh sweetie.” You carried him. Looking at the photos. It was Eren holding his baby boy close to him and one with the 3 of you. You looked over at Armin. “ You guys weren’t looking.” Was all he said. William rubbing your lower back towering over you and eren. “Eren you are so loved. You’re so special and precious to everyone here.” William spoke. “ I love everyone dada. You and mama and uncles and auntie too!” He said crying.

“ you jealous you didn’t have a kid with Eren?” Levi asked Mikasa. Teasing her. “ I’m still in love with Eren. He didnt feel the same. That doesn’t mean I’m jealous that I didn’t have a child with him. I’m glad to see a part of him is still in this world.” She replied. “Me too.” Levi replied.

Levi and Mikasa understood each other. Clearly.

As time passed by. Your family grew. “ one more?” William asked hugging you from behind as you cooked. “ Will. That would be our four one.” You replied smiling. “One more wouldn’t hurt.” He said pecking your cheek. Eren still holds a special place in your heart. You thought about progress in your life. You have a wonderful man by your side a beautiful son and a good life. Baby 2 came then 3. “ one more wouldn’t hurt. Let’s do it.” You replied finishing cooking. “ I love you y/n” William said. He set up the table. “Grandpa!!” Eren yelled running to him. They hugged. “ Dad just in time.” You said. “ you noticed the flowers in his hands. “ you’re coming with us?” You asked. Your father didn’t like Eren for leaving you. Although he had no choice. After lunch you were going to Eren’s grave. “ it’s about time. I shouldn’t be mad. He’s given me such a cute grandson” he said walking to the table with baby Eren. Your tears slipped. “ oh my love it’s okay.” William wipes your tears. You smiled. You’re happy. With your family. William served dinner. “ yum yum!” Baby Eren exclaimed.

You visited Eren twice a week with your family.

William, your kids, your father, Mikasa and Armin.

Erens birthday toys:

Family photos

Bicycle

Children’s stories

Journals

Pencils

Stuffed teddy bear

Clothes

Art book with watercolor paints

Toy cars

Sling shot

Animal cookie cutters.

A weird jumping thing Levi made.

Small trampoline.

Eren loved all his toys.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 9 months

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Aro - In a relationship/turning you

warning : dark themes, blood, mental issues, obsession, angst, hurt, tiny comfort, no use of Y/n

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°Blood, violence and madness

°You would still be human if you met each other and he automatically felt this irrepressible desire for you.

°His dead heart beats only for you and yet instantly the fear of losing you. His paranoia and his way of becoming the better.

°He leaves you no choice, you will stay with him and be locked up in Volterra. Darkness, candlelight and only light rays will be the light that comes to your body.

°But for Aro it is the same, for him you and above all your blood count. Your entire existence. His paranoia would get worse day by day, especially about your fragile existence.

°Anything could kill you, including him. But his love goes so far, at least in the beginning, that he gives you a little time to think about it. Either he bites you and you're all his forever. Or he tries out the abilities of others on you for the time being. See what your love can withstand before you break and come to him.

°Then you would be his broken heart which he could put back together again at will. An idea that appeals to him more than anything else.

°But even in the time to the bite he is sometimes like a child. When you read something together, he sometimes insisted on reading you something from an already lame language, almost clapping his hands.

°His red eyes would flit over the pages of the book and he would look graceful in an armchair. He was beautiful and it was exactly this irresistible beauty and his looks that made the love between you seem real.

°In addition to the countless books he read to you, chuckling at your lack of plan for the contents of what you had read. Nevertheless, it was above all his cruel jokes that he liked to make. Whether it was exploiting your fear of others, punishing you for not always looking at him.

°Because in his madness he was convinced that as soon as your gaze left him you would be in danger.

°Once, for fun, he had the Volturri guards hunt you down and lock you in a room with corpses. For him, it was more of an amusement than anything else in the millennia of his life. He rarely gave you any tenderness afterwards, once wiping away a tear and running an encouraging hand over your head before turning back into his grey self.

°Until the day his love finally began to love him in his eyes. At her meal, which he watched for fear she might choke on the food, but still looked at it with fascination, she stabbed. The knife, sharp enough to give her a deep cut, she plunged into his chest before using the larger of the two and plunging it into her own.

°A desperate attempt to drag the monster down with her even though she knew it would do no good. While sounds of pain came from her lips, only a sincere laugh of madness came from his.

°A laugh combined with the amusement of red eyes that made her want to back away from him in fear. She wanted to rush to the door with the knife stuck in her chest. She didn't want to die with him, at least she wanted to decide about her death.

°But he did not let her.

°Instead, she hadn't even been able to take a step when he grabbed her from behind and held the knife still stuck in his chest in front of her eyes. She forced herself to look at the big mirror. She saw that she now had pure fear in her eyes but a hint of pride was in her frightened eyes.

°She and he knew that he could kill her any second if he wanted to. ,,I never thought you would kill for me," he murmured, burying his head in the crook of her neck, smelling her blood pouring out. He felt her tense as he put the blade of the knife to her neck, ignoring her ,,Don't" and made the first cut.

°,,Shall we see how long this useless life lasts?" he asked, not even waiting for an answer. The next cuts and wounds came and came. It was pain that he seemed to enjoy, letting her know that it would be the only time she would rebel against him and never again.

°It was first seconds, then minutes and finally hours when even Marcus and Caius herebi came to see how the leader's love was doing. The weak pleas for help fell on deaf ears. Vampires. Monsters did not feel pity. Especially not for humans who were still alive.

°Until they disappeared and Aro was left with his beloved in the blood-soaked room. He looked down at the drained, almost dead woman laughing in her own blood, which was still on his hands. I think you understand," he murmured his thoughts and saw the faint nod that satisfied him.

°Moving to her and grabbing her, he lifted her back up onto her legs that were barely holding her. She was far too weak and he could only hold her, he protected her, he was everything to her at that moment. He was her god. The master, the decider of life and death.

°When he pulled her to him and said one last ,,Now you are mine forever, my love" before he bit her. Sucking the last drop of her blood and feasting on it before holding her dead, asleep body in his arms. His dead hands ran over her icy cheek to her lips and twisted a little with her.

°A dance of death between two bodies that would be together forever. When his red eyes met hers of the same colour, her heart stopped beating and the two of them had forever before them.

°Not knowing that something had developed in their new state. A gift. The gift to sense when one or more people want to harm her. She felt it and even if helpful at the beginning she was almost happy about it. But with time the enemies seemed to be everywhere, everyone seemed to want to harm her.

°But then came the madness and in her madness, knowing that everything wanted to kill her, there was one who did not. Who didn't want to harm her. Aro. The leader of the vampires was the only one who would not harm her.

°So it was the madness of the two that brought them together for eternity. In bloody, cruel love in which they both kept the only forever. Together in madness and paranoia.

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Considering you've criticized Owl House for trying to give Amity and Hunter abusive homelives for explaining their antagonistic behaviors initially and praise Amphibia for not trying to give Sasha having bad parents for her behavior, what do you think of how Zuko's redemption on Avatar the Last Airbender? Considering they also do the redeemed person had a terrible homelife with him having an abusive father in Ozai, what did you think of how they did Zuko?

Zuko is AMAZING. The big difference between TOH and Avatar with this arc is easy too: Avatar doesn't use it as an excuse and they don't brush it off. It's merely where everything began for Zuko and changing from that point is HARD.

Zuko always had a choice. He could always give up the quest for the Avatar and live a peaceful life. Even Iroh is pushing this from literally episode 1. It is Zuko's choice to chase the concept of honor that his father and his culture pushed on him. We feel that scar on his face by his determination. We feel the priorities of the fire nation by him constantly trying to prove himself. By trying to go alone to prove he's strong or do what he thinks will bring him honor.

It takes an ENTIRE BOOK for Zuko to start even questioning this stuff. We understand the weight of his decision to cut his hair and try to just live peacefully with Iroh because we saw the struggle he had to even consider giving up the warpath. It's not even easy for him then as he still wants to resort to the old ways and constantly has it reinforced what those old ways cost. The fear it put in people. The pain his culture has brought. It constantly reinforces the question that Zuko eventually has to answer: Is the Fire Nation's definition, and by extension his father's, of honor actually honorable? Is it the definition he wants to live by.

And then arguably we get the most important part of his arc... His 'victory'. He gets that parade back home. He gets everything he has wanted for so long. The only price he has to pay is that he will never have any other definition of honor than the Fire Nation's. And that is no longer a definition he desires and so despite having love, family, stability, etc. like that, he leaves to do good, even if he himself knows that it will be hard because he is so trained and used to being bad.

The length, dedication, questioning and cost of his arc are all deeply compelling. The show doesn't hold back on the fact that he was genuinely a member of the fire nation and what that meant.

Besides their first appearances... When do Amity or Hunter feel like a product of the Isles or their parents? Amity admittedly gets ONE more with Covention but that's it. Both of them very, VERY quickly give up on even the concept of being villains (Hunter at the START of his second major appearance, before anything has coerced him to think otherwise, is already rebelling against Belos teaching by looking into wild magic) and what is the price and actual arc of turning good for them? How difficult is it for them to actually get away from the lessons instilled upon them?

I already mentioned Hunter but Amity first brings up her parents in Understanding Willow where she talks about them controlling her friends and the like... And then immediately embraces Willow back into her fold as if her parents won't care. Two episodes later, she will destroy her ENTIRE friend group that her parents put onto her. Then, her NEXT APPEARANCE after that has her parents make their first proper appearance and... Then Amity, in an episode she's barely in, rejects them outright because Luz is pretty. It's not that she condemns their morals, how they look upon life, etc. like that. It's just "Hey, I'm being selfish too because I want my own friends." Which with how she entirely ignores actually trying to reconnect with Willow for half a season comes across much more like it's purely because Luz was going to die. Either Gus or Willow and she wouldn't give a damn. She'd get to console Luz then! Because Luz is all it took for Amity to change, it came easily, and it's all she cares about afterwards.

She NEVER loses it like Zuko does during the first part of Avatar's finale because Zuko actually cares about something. He is going to push back on them because he didn't change for Aang or Katara, he changed for himself. He is still the same person with that diehard fire in him that isn't gone just because he's a good guy now.

Hunter has a lot similar complaints but with much more of the severe need to address his moral issues. After all... How many witches did Hunter murder as the Golden Guard? Or led to their execution? It makes Amity's active choice to bully Willow for YEARS when she didn't need to seem almost quaint but both facts are swept under the rug just as easily. It's why one could claim the Golden Guard is not the same character as Hunter because they both require severely contexts to FUNCTION.

But we cannot do that. Hunter did take away people's rights. He did hunt them down. He was a member of the Emperor's Coven. He held its beliefs as fact... And we never see them question those beliefs. The closest is Hollow Mind where he spends the entire time telling Luz she's wrong, even as facts are presented in his face until proof that Belos will kill him is presented to him. At which point, the decision isn't "I don't believe in your ideals and regime, I'm going to rebel" like Zuko's but instead "Oh fuck, I'm going to DIE if I don't turn good." In fact, it's the opposite case for Zuko because the boy was effectively guaranteed to live a cushy life if he DIDN'T turn good.

And so once again, we have another turn to good that happens too easily, too quickly and mostly selfishly AT BEST. Even when Hunter fights of Belos' possession, it's all about how it's nice to have friends and have fun rather than, you know, it being wrong to persecute an entire class of people just because you don't like them. In neither case do the characters act like they've actually changed or learned anything. They were just flipped to good and that's that.

I also might not be so butthurt about it if not for the amount of TIME this stuff takes and how TOH itself takes itself so seriously so often. It obviously wants to have these arcs be a good deal and is willing to spend an exorbitant amount of time on them, to the point where they start causing Luz to not have time to spend with characters like King or Eda, and yet they're also not exploring anything. They're not saying anything. It's just... There. On the most shallow level.

So yeah, if I haven't made it clear: I don't dislike the trope of bad parents leading to bad children who are eventually redeemed (in general, I think there are VERY few tropes that are inherently bad). There's a lot that can be done with it and it is a good explanation for how a young person can be so angry. You just, you know, actually have to do something with it instead of using only the surface level elements and expecting to be rewarded for it. Worse yet if you try to pretend that it took literally agency from the character when they clearly weren't actually that indoctrinated to have a lack of free will or so much fear as to not consider any other option.

And no, I don't blame the shortening. By Eclipse Lake for Hunter, and WELL before S1 even finished for Amity, both characters were obviously already 80% of the way to good people, if not already there for Amity. The show just had no patience and no willingness to explore its own concept and that ALWAYS sucks. It's the worst part of the writing for My Adventures With Superman too. *sigh*

So yeah, don't scapegoat, actually explore your concepts and don't erase your characters during their redemptions. Then maybe you can try to claim to have a character as good as Zuko.

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Grain of salt here: Some of this is second hand because honestly, a rewatch of Avatar doesn't sound like a bad idea. It's been a while to put it mildly BUT just the structure of Zuko's arc is infinitely better than how most people do redemption arcs honestly so I think the thoughts still stand despite that.

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