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Those Who Were Seen Dancing

Ramsay Bolton x Reader; Harley Quinn x Joker

Chapter 1 of 8-ish?

Summary:

Gotham City is a kingdom ruled by The Joker and Harley Quinn. When (Y/N) is taken from her home and placed under the wing of the Clown Princess of Crime, she is shown a world she never knew.

Ramsay Bolton has clawed his way through the ranks to become The Joker’s apprentice, but even Gotham can get a little mundane. When someone new comes to town, he’s finally got something to do. What could be more fun than dragging an outsider into the deep end and watching her drown?

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As the elevator doors screech open with a discordant hiss, (Y/N) gets her first glimpse of Gotham’s grand penthouse.

Her towering heels click along the marble flooring as she continues towards the makeshift throne room.

Gilt and opulence are on full garish display here as ancient vases from dynasties long past stand sentinel on chipped pedestals, forgotten sculptures of Greek gods are sporadically arranged throughout the room, and stolen Monets, Manets, and Rembrandts adorn the walls.

Such finery could hold its place in any museum in the world, but instead these beautiful works of art have been ripped from their rightful homes and left here to rot in faux splendor.

She can’t help but feel a connection towards these lost creations, their kinship forged in their kidnappings.

She pushes that feeling of intense bitterness aside, however, remembering what she must do.

Her mother was far from a loving homemaker, but she did leave her daughter with one crucial piece of advice:

Survive.

After all, everyone in Gotham is just trying to survive in their own fucked up way.

And none hold truer to that belief than the people represented on the towering doors before her.

The right is unmistakable.

The Clown Prince of Crime is certifiable royalty in Gotham. The once pristine white backdrop has been graffitied with chaotic black lettering amongst spurts of purple and green.

She can make out the word “smile” and other crude references to the villain’s penchant for laughter.

But her gaze soon transfers to the left door.

The white has been coupled with black to form a triangular checkered pattern. Atop that in vibrant shades of red are various card suits and similar splashes of paint all bearing their symbolism to Gotham’s mysterious queen, Harley Quinn.

Without warning, the doors suddenly swing open and (Y/N) is ushered inside.

There, sitting atop a set of thrones are the true King and Queen of Gotham City.

Her eyes fall on the woman. Blonde hair cascades down her shoulders, their opposing tips colored in red and black.

A tiara of jeweled clubs, spades, diamonds, and hearts adorns her head as she sits poised in a striking red gown, one side slashed in front as if by a blade.

Seated next to her on the dais is the one and only Joker.

His purple coat-tailed jacket, matching satin gloves, and garish green hair do nothing to detract from the power this sadistically grinning man holds.

However, the woman suddenly rises, any formalities of a true court being quickly tossed aside.

(Y/N) bows her head graciously as is proper, but finds it unceremoniously lifted upwards.

A finger is swiped haphazardly across her lips, smearing her pristine shade.

She looks up as the woman wipes the remaining stain onto her dress and grins.

“Do we look organized around here to you?”

“Come on, kid. I’ll introduce ya to the boss.”

Other Links:

Reluctant Chosen One

Demon!Ramsay x Demon!Reader

Ramsay x Reader Angels and Demons

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Dabi x Vigilante Reader; Female Reader

Chapter 3

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The sound of a door creaking open is the first thing (Y/N) wakes to as her eyes begin to adjust to the surrounding darkness.

The following thump that comes with an untrained individual attempting to navigate her apartment is significantly less subtle.

The man behind it is quickly proving why his leader never sends him on stealth missions.

As distinct footfalls finally near the door of her bedroom, she reaches for her weapon, one of a pair kept always at her side.

A rush of light floods the room at the same time as a dagger is thrown, lodging itself just next to where the man is standing.

“Holy shi-“

“Dabi?” she begins, recognizing the villain’s distinct features. “What the actual hell? I could have killed you!”

Still in a moment of shock, he manages a brief response.

“So you do kill people?”

“Dabi….” she growls.

“Right. Sorry. Okay. Please don’t throw another knife at me. Even though that was incredibly hot.”

Her eyes narrow, “What/ are you doing here? You can’t just break i-“

She suddenly trails off as she finally takes in his uncharacteristic appearance.

In place of the patchwork villain’s usual tattered clothing is a tailored black jacket and matching trousers.

She strains to see, but upon closer inspection, there appears to be no holes in the button-up he wears underneath while a tie hangs loosely around the neck of one of Japan’s top villains.

“Why…. are you dressed like that?”

“Like what you see?” he can’t help but smirk.

“Dabi?”

“Look, as much as I’d like to watch you drool over me all night, the overconfident flame user continued with a grin, “I came to cash in a favor.”

“What favor?” she responds incredulously.

“When I helped you with your little issue in the alley a few weeks back.”

“You almost got me killed.”

“And then I killed them! So it all worked out.”

Did he seriously just shoot her a thumbs up?

“Get out.”

“No. Wait- you owe me.”

“I OWE YOU-“

“No. Sorry-“ he says, involuntarily taking a step back.

“I…meant that I will owe you. You come with me tonight, and I’ll owe you something in the future,” he finishes off with a placating smile.

“Come with you tonight?”

“Yeah. Oh, almost forgot. I didn’t know your size, so I just grabbed a ton of these.”

Having produced what appears to be a garbage bag, (Y/N) cranes her neck slightly in order to see its contents.

Inside appears to be fabrics of all kinds covered in ruffles, sequins, and anything else society would deem “feminine.”

(Y/N) is not one to show fear operating in one of Japan’s most dangerous areas, but even she can’t help the trepidation in her approaching question.

“Dabi...”

“Little mouse,” he begins with a glint in his eye, “…you have the honor of attending the annual Alderaanian Hero Charity Gala. As my date.”

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Dabi x Vigilante Reader; Female Reader

Chapter 2

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“Hey, hero!”

The sudden shout coming from the darkness should startle (Y/N). Indeed, the man behind it strikes fear into the hearts of citizens and heroes alike.

But mostly he just annoyed her.

She leans back into the cooling brick of the building, hoping to rest her aching body for just a moment.

“I don’t have time for your games tonight, Dabi,” she begins, trying to keep the weariness out of her voice.

The fire user holds up his hands in innocence, a pose she can’t help but think he’s done before.

He smiles, stretching his stapled skin further.

His voice is deep and rough as he answers.

“No games tonight, hero. I’m here to help you.”

“How could you possibly help me?”

“I am a man of many talents.”

She looks at him, frowning. “Is this a joke?”

“No joke. I’m gonna go with you tonight.”

She blinks, “You’re what?”

“I,” he begins very slowly. “Am going,” he makes sure to enunciate his point.

“To go.”

“With you,” he finishes with a thumbs up and matching grin.

Ignoring the insulting oversimplification, she decides to humor him. “And what exactly are you going to do?”

“Save lives. Of course. Like the good little hero I always knew I could be,” he replies, placing a hand over his heart.

Her eyes narrow, “What do you have planned?”

“Is it so hard for you to trust me?”

“I am out here to help people and you are second-in-command in the League of Villains.”

“Thanks for the title, babe,” he actually winks at her.

“Never call me that again,” she growls, her patience wearing thin.

“Hey,” he puts his hands up again, “I’m sorry. I really am here to help you today.”

“What’s in it for you?”

He shrugs, “League business gets boring. And what you do is so much more fun. I’m gonna kick some perv ass.”

“You’re going to....” she trails off. “Is that what you think I do?”

“I don’t know, hero, but word travels fast around here and I always like hearing stories about some boys that might’ve got handsy getting laid out by a hottie in a mask.”

“What- what is your plan here? You’re Dabi.”

“I have figured that out.”

“Stop being an idiot. You’re recognizable. If you go with me-“

“So I’m going, then?” he’s almost giddy.

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself for what’s to come.

“I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”

“Hell yeah! And look, I got my own little hero mask.”

She stares down at the black fabric in his hands, punctuated by three holes.

“We’re not robbing a bank.”

“Well not with that attitude we’re not.”

“Dabi...”

She wouldn’t put it past him.

“I’m kidding. For now. Though, it does make me think about what you do during the day considering you’re not exactly a legal hero... you sure you’ve never robbed a bank?”

“Why would I-“

“I mean, you’d only need like one big score a year probably. Unless you blow it all right away on booze, women, coke-“

“DABI”

“What?”

“Shut up.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry. This is me shutting up,” he motions a zipper over his mouth.

“If you can’t keep quiet, you’ll get us caught.”

“What are you talking about? I’m always quiet.”

Her eyebrows raise involuntarily.

“Oh. Okay. I see how it is. If you don’t want my help-“

“No. It’s- fine. I could use the backup.”

“Say that again.”

“No.”

“Had to try... so let’s get going. I can’t wait to save some lives. Just like Bird Boy and the Eraser one.”

“I’m not even- wait. Drop the coat.”

“Why little mouse, if you wanted to get me naked, all you had to do was ask..”

She grits her teeth, “You can’t fight in that. You’ll trip over yourself or get caught on something. I’m not here to babysit you.”

“I didn’t know you cared.”

“I genuinely hope you get stabbed.”

He pauses a little before replying, but his infuriating grin is there nonetheless.

“….by you?”

She finally allows herself a smile then.

“We’ll see how the night goes.”

Chapter 3

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Ramsay Bolton x Female Reader

Reluctant Chosen One; Training with Enemy

Fantasy AU; Enemies to Lovers

Quick Oneshot (for now)

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“Like actual hell.”

“So happy to see you too, darling. You’re looking radiant today.”

“Bite. Me.”

“Only if you ask nicely, she-wolf,” he practically purrs.

(Y/N) glares at the man before her, his ice grey eyes shining in the sunlight of the training grounds.

His clothes are torn from the struggle, but he somehow still manages to appear as if a lord surveying his domain.

“Under no circumstances am I doing anything with you.”

“I haven’t exactly eagerly volunteered for the job,” he gestures to the restraints around his wrists.

“Great. Then you can leave.”

“You don’t wanna do thaaaat,” he is literally singsonging.

“Why wouldn’t I?” she replies, teeth gritted.

“Someone’s gotta help you save the world,” he says as if it’s obvious.

“You betrayed me.”

“In fairness, you really should’ve seen that coming.”

She can’t help the anger that rises within her at that.

She draws one of the daggers at her waist and within seconds has it pressed against his throat.

“You are nothing more than an ungrateful, disloyal-“

Suddenly, he reverses their positions, pinning her against the wall.

He raises her arms up above her, wrist held in place by his much stronger arms.

Her eyes widen, not quite from the fact he’s gotten the upper hand...

She notes his increasing proximity as he leans in to speak.

“Your pathetic bracelets prevent me from using my magic. You’re still hapless when it comes to combat.”

“I will never-“

“You cannot afford never during a war! You make friends and you play nice until the time comes.”

“When you betray them?”

“You asked for blood magic, Stark. I obliged. Never said I was your savior.”

“I asked for help! Help we needed...” she trails off.

“You turned to me. You got what you signed up for.”

“I would’ve never agreed if I knew-“

He laughs in her face, unable to mask his cruelty, “If you knew. If you knew what? You knew everything you needed to when you came to me.”

“I didn’t know anything then. But I’ve learned.”

“I’m the only one that can help you, Stark. You can’t just rely on your little band of misfits.”

“We are more than you could ever hope for,” she looks up at him, defiant.

“And I’m sure that rousing speech does wonders for morale. But you head in there without proper training and you’ll end up on a spike or worse... his pet.”

“I am no one’s goddamn-“

“There’s that fire,” he grins.

“None of that is because of you. How could I ever trust you again?”

“Oh you couldn’t. Certainly shouldn’t after everything. But you still need me. And you’ll use me.”

She hesitates, “...And in return?”

He smiles, then, more the barring of teeth than anything else.

“In return, my she-wolf,” he begins, completely confident, grin spreading wider.

“You’ll give me a kingdom.”

Other Links:

Demon!Ramsay x Demon!Reader

Ramsay x Reader: Angels and Demons

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In My Heart There Was a Kind of Fighting

Chapter 3/?

Thramsay, Female Reader, Reader x Yara...?

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The two siblings sat on opposite ends of the table, a tense silence between them broken only by the sounds of drinking as the sister swallowed yet another mug of mead.

“Yara,” Theon said in the space between her next drink.

Silence followed.

“Yara,” he tried again.

Still, she was silent.

“Yara!”

Finishing off the last of her ale, Yara Greyjoy slammed down the mug down in front of her and at last looked over at her now-clothed brother.

“Say something.”

She sighed, finally accepting her fate and the fact she was not going to get out of this conversation.

“So I come here to rescue whatever is left of my poor brother after all of the stories I have heard, including one in particular,” she paused, looking over at him.

He grimaced, knowing exactly which one she was referring to.

“-and instead I find you here as some kind of perverted pampered prince being worshipped by flayboy over there and whatever the hells has happened to the Stark girl-“

“-Perverted seems a little harsh...”

“Answer me something, then. Considering you haven’t been tortured to within an inch of your life, begging for death, care to explain how you got all those marks all over you?”

Then, Theon smiled.

“You fucking freak.”

“Look, I didn’t plan for this.”

“Oh because Bolton is just dripping in kindness and freaking romance or whatever the hells you two have.”

“It is- it works.”

“It works?

“...I love him?”

“Drowned god.”

“Yara, I’m sorry for not telling you, but we can’t really tell anyone. It’s.. he has a reputation.”

“I bloody know what ‘reputation’ he has!”

“He wouldn’t hurt me. ...unless I wanted him to.”

“Fucking hells. What’s wrong with you?”

“You’re really gonna argue this with me? You know what I’m like.”

“So you crawl into the bed of that knife loving bastard?”

“...never call him that to his face.”

“Oh I’m sorry.”

“I need my damn axes. ...He doesn’t use axes on you, does he?”

“No! Or... not yet.”

“Theon!”

“It’s not like that. I really love him.”

“And he’s capable of that?”

“I was just as surprised as you are.”

“Surprised? Fucking surprised?! I just found you in bed with the man I thought drove you to insanity, treated you like a pet.”

“Does it help that I’m still here?”

“It- I don’t want any fucking details. But how does it work with the Stark?”

“Oh.. she’s publicly his wife.”

“So she doesn’t...”

“No! Drowned god, no. She threatens to kill him every time he mentions it.”

“So...she’s single?”

“Yara! You just had a knife to her throat twenty minutes ago.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if she wanted that, living with you freaks.”

“You know she’s kinda my sister, right?”

She thought about that for a second, debating the merits of Theon and the Starks, but ultimately, she decided to reply with a slight shrug and the grin the siblings happened to share.

“She’s not mine.”

And so Theon Greyjoy stared over at his sister by blood, mouth gaping, and wondered what in the hells happened to lead him to this point in his life.

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Know That You Are Built From Stars

When a member of the loathsome Resistance is captured by the villainous First Order, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren takes an interest in her.

Kylo Ren x Female Reader; She’s definitely not with the Resistance

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“Let go of me!” the Resistance operative cried as she struggled to pry herself from the Stormtroopers restraining her.

Her hair was disheveled, her clothes stained with the misfortune of being planet-side, and a slight gash spread across her cheek, a remnant of her latest mission.

“Quiet, rebel scum,” the Stormtrooper nearest her said, tightening his grip on her bound arms.

“You’re nothing but brainwashed weapons, tools to be disposed of when they’re no longer needed!” she spat back.

Before anyone could respond, however, a hush fell over the bridge as an imposing figure clad in black emerged.

Then, the girl screamed.

“Ben!”

The figure paused, located the source, and ordered the girl to her knees.

“What did you call me?” he growled, drawing nearer, his lightsaber merely waiting for the command.

“Ben,” she said, strangely defiant. “I called you Ben.”

He looked the girl over, wondering how someone so meek and non-threatening would dare stand up to him.

He could only ponder for so long, though, because the girl continued.

“It was your name before you wore that helmet, before you took innocent lives, before you betrayed the people who only ever tried to love you!”

Finally, he had had enough.

Suddenly, the girl rose upwards, the Stormtroopers holding her thrown backwards by an unseen power.

The Supreme Leader held out his hand, drawing her toward him, an invisible grip around her throat.

She gasped for air, her feet kicking in a vain attempt to be released.

She continued to struggle, writhing in pain, until there was a sudden stillness.

After what appeared to be the last breaths the girl would ever take, the still-fuming Supreme Leader pulled her closer to him, titled her head upwards, and looked into her eyes.

“Are you finished?” he said, the slightest growl emanating from beneath the helmet.

As if on command, the girl composed herself with a striking clarity and calmly was released from his grip.

She took one appraising look at the powerful man before her and spoke.

“I wanted to see how competent your soldiers were.”

“And?” he said, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, nevertheless hidden by the helmet.

“They’ll do,” she replied, taking a step towards the man who was much more than her Supreme Leader.

She then kneeled before him, bowing her head in a show of respect, one word echoing on her lips.

“Master.”

He studied her. This girl who so many before had underestimated. This girl who fought at his side in countless battles. This girl who he had named his successor when forced to return to Snoke. This girl who meant more to him than anyone else in the entire galaxy.

Finally, he gave her her leave.

“My knight,” he replied.

She stood and captured his gaze, reaching towards him, her fingers glancing over the edges of the mask.

With a hiss, the helmet was removed and dropped to the ground with a thud.

They looked into each other’s eyes as he reached a still-gloved hand towards her, tracing the wound with a surprising gentleness.

“I don’t remember this,” he said, frowning.

Her breath caught in her throat at his touch.

“Occupational hazard,” she eventually said.

“And I’m supposed to accept that?”

“I’ve been busy.”

“You’ve been reckless.”

“You’d know better than anyone,” she countered.

He couldn’t hold back his smirk. She wasn’t wrong.

“I missed you,” he said, leaning closer.

“I know,” she replied, equally as near.

Finally, after so long apart, their lips met in a fierce but gentle passion.

A Knight of Ren and her Master.

When the two finally broke apart, they proceeded to their quarters, leaving behind in their wake a stunned Finalizer.

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Searching for Your Visible Soul

Kylux; Fluff (Literally!); Baby Millie

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“Supreme Leader, I’m glad to see you’ve returned successfully,” General Hux said as he fell into pace beside the imposing figure of Kylo Ren.

“Yes, General. Very sucessful. Negotiations went well. If you’ll excuse me-“

“Ren, I still need your report. It’s imperative we keep up an efficient work environment for all members of the crew including yourself-“

It was then that a very soft “mrrp” came from the cloak of the Supreme Leader.

The General paused, “Did you hear something?”

“No,” the force user replied, quickening his pace.

“But the report-“ Hux called after him.

“I’ll have it on your des-“

Mrrrrrow.

The Supreme Leader froze.

The General attempted to compose himself.

After a quick silence, he spoke.

“Ren, did your cloak just meow?”

“No.”

Mew.

“Maybe.”

Reaching up to the headache he could already feel beginning to form, Hux finally asked the pertinent question on his mind.

“Ren, did you bring an unauthorized creature onto my ship?”

“It’s our ship.”

Mrow.

“Ren......”

“I don’t technically have to authorize anything...”

“Ren! These things carry a multitude of illnesses, diseases, parasites... You could infect the entire crew!”

Just when Hux was just beginning his tirade, however, he was interrupted by an orange ball of fluff suddenly emerging from the Supreme Leader’s cloak as it dropped gracefully to the ground below.

Hux looked at Ren. Ren looked at the floor.

“Are we going to pretend that didn’t just happen?”

“Yes.”

“Kylo.”

“Hux.”

“Kylo....”

“Hux....”

“Kylo!”

“But she’s so cute-“

“She? It’s a she?”

“She’s a she. I just said that.”

“Ren, you can’t just kidnap a wild animal and bring it onto a ship. It’ll have to be sanitized, given a number of vaccines, the proper food and care...Where do you even plan on keeping it?”

“Her. I plan on keeping her.”

“Fine, her. Where do you plan on keeping her? Because she certainly will not be allowed in my quarters. It’s bad enough I have to deal with all your force junk-“

Hux suddenly felt a slight tug and looked down to find the creature pawing playfully at his regulation shoelace.

“Awwwww...”

“Ren, you will not guilt me into this.”

“But look at her.”

“Yes. She’s very cute.”

“No. Yes. No. I mean, she is, but- Just look at her.”

“Look at what, Ren?”

“Her fur.”

“Her fur?”

“....She’s orange.”

“She’s...orange?”

“Like you.”

The general paused. She was orange. Like him.

“She reminded me of you.”

“....You stole a cat because she reminded you of me?”

Ren looked at the ground, “You’re not always here...”

Realization suddenly dawned on the general.

“Oh, Kylo. I’m sorry I can’t always be here. It’s just with the Order and rallying new planets to our cause and-“

Armitage Hux was not a man that appreciated being interrupted, but given what happened next, he supposed he could tolerate this one.

The most feared man in the galaxy, a powerful being trained in the mystical ways of the Force, suddenly rushed the General as he wrapped him in his arms, refusing to let go.

He buried his face in Hux’s uniform, his voice muffled as he spoke, “So....can we keep her?”

With a slightly exasperated but nevertheless affectionate sigh, the General finally relented.

“We might as well. We kept you.”

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The Last Dream of My Soul

Chapter 2

Tomorrow was to be the beginning of a glorious occasion, the marriage of Prince Kylo Ren Organa-Solo and the heir to the throne of Arkanis. There would be a momentous gathering of all who held power in the galaxy. The only problem, though, was that the prince refused to give up his active lifestyle just yet. Now, who better to help him than his favorite partner-in-crime?

Kylux; Female Reader; Arranged Marriage

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“(Y/N).”

Last night was certainly big. And they managed it all without commandeering a ship that didn’t belong to them. What a novelty.

But after the night (Y/N) had just had, she wasn’t particularly in the mood to get up right now.

“(Y/N).”

She just missed Ren. He’d be off and married by now. Maybe she could catch a glimpse of him sometime when he visited his parents.

“(Y/N), wake up.”

She couldn’t help it. He was her best friend, her partner in crime, her sun and stars, the moon of her life. Okay, that’s a bit dramatic and really just an excuse to make a reference, but you get the idea. He just means so much to her. She swears she can even hear his voice...

“(Y/N)!”

“Seven hells!” she said, sitting up in bed.

“Wha-Kylo?”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning down at her.

“What are you doing here?! You’re supposed to be gone- to be married. I’m not supposed to see you again.”

“(Y/N)”-

“Kylo Ren Solo, you are going to get me executed!”

“Calm down.”

“I won’t calm down. You can’t just be here. Alone. In my bedroom....Solo, if I get beheaded because you’re a complete idiot-“

“(Y/N), relax. No one’s getting beheaded.”

“Oh someone certainly will if you don’t get your butt back to that palace this instant.”

“That’s treason.”

“I’ll show you trea-“

“She’s certainly colorful,” a voice mused from the shadows.

It was at that moment that (Y/N) noticed Kylo wasn’t the only one in her room and had, in fact, brought a visitor. Oh she was definitely going to kill him now.

“Treason.”

“Get out of my head, Ren.”

“Now how dare you-“

“(Y/N), it’s fine.”

“Bringing people into my bedroom is not fine and you’re not even supposed to be here and you’re an idiot who is going to get me killed-“

“(Y/N). (Y/N). Just- I want to introduce you to someone.”

“Oh yes, please do. Please show me this person who you have oh-so-intelligently brought into my room. As if having the Prince of Alderaan wasn’t illegal enough.”

“I understand that you’re mad, but if you just let me-“

Suddenly, the other presence in the room stepped forward as (Y/N) caught an unmistakable flash of bright orange hair.

“(Y/N),” Kylo finally said, gesturing, “This is Armitage Hux, my fiancé.”

Other Links:

Kylux Canon Divergence

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In My Heart There Was a Kind of Fighting

Chapter 2 of ?

Thramsay; Female Reader

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Contrary to popular belief of what being married to Ramsay Bolton entails, (Y/N) often did not wake up with a knife pressed against her throat.

The holder of said knife, however, was not her sadistic husband nor his decrepit shell of a pet formerly known as Theon Greyjoy.

In actuality, though still in the darkness of her chambers, it appeared to be a woman threatening to cut her open.

That was, admittedly, a new one.

“Where’s my brother?” demanded a raspy voice in her ear.

However, still being released from the confines of sleep, (Y/N) was not as quick on the uptake.

“Who?” she managed.

“My brother!”

“Your broth-Wait, Yara?”

“Tell me where he is!”

“Okay. Uh-I’ll take you to him. But you have to understand-“

“Do it. Now.”

And so (Y/N) found herself in arguably one of the most awkward scenarios she had ever been in. And that was seriously saying something considering who she lived with.

When they finally reached the Lord Bolton’s chambers, (Y/N) made to knock, but the knife being pressed closer to her neck made her rethink that decision, so she just opened the door.

Then, with admirable reflexes, the Lord of Winterfell shot up in bed and within seconds had his favorite flaying knife at the ready which was ultimately the least shocking part of (Y/N)’s night.

“Drop it and I might let you live,” Bolton said, advancing with a manic grin.

It was then with impeccable timing that the other person in the bed sat up, rather clumsier than his companion.

At the sudden approach, the woman tightened her grip and pulled (Y/N) backwards, pressing the knife closer, until she suddenly stopped in her tracks, having noticed who was occupying the same bed as the Lord Bolton.

“Boë?” she said, stunned.

“Drowned god-Yara?!”

“Ah, squidling has a sister,” Ramsay concluded, much calmer now.

“The hell did you just call him?”

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to rescue you.”

“And you’re doing a marvelous job with that,” Bolton retorted.

“If I could interject,” (Y/N) said, desperate to provide some clarity. “This is all a big misunderstanding. Yara, meet Ramsay. Theon’s-“

“Lover.”

“Drowned god, Ram.”

“Well if I called you my pet, (Y/N)’d kill me,” Ramsay helpfully pointed out.

“Can everyone just stop talking for a second?” (Y/N) tried again.

“Look, Theon and Ramsay are whatever they are-“

“Sleeping together.”

“Ramsay...” she growled.

He smirked.

“But the important thing to note here is that Theon is still Theon-“

“And Reek.”

“Bolton, If you interrupt me again-“

“Enough!” finally exploded out of the woman. “So you’re both-“

“Yes.”

Yara thought about this for a minute and made a rather eloquent conclusion.

“Drowned fucking god, Theon.”

“Ooh, we’ll have to try that.”

“But I thought your...” she trailed off, suddenly aware of what she was about to say.

“Still attached and functional as ever. I should know,” Bolton replied with a smirk.

“Oh seven hells, Ram,” this time came from (Y/N).

“Look, not that I’m not happy you came to rescue me, but can we talk somewhere else...so I have time to put something on?”

It was then that the rather previously-occupied individuals realized the current situation as they gradually focused their attention on the man who had stayed in the bed.

“Stop staring.”

“It’s hard not to.”

“Thanks, Ram.”

Chapter 3

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In My Heart There Was a Kind of Fighting

Chapter 1

Thramsay; Female Reader; Pretty fluffy for Thramsay

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(Y/N) stalked through the halls of the castle, her long cloak trailing behind her. She was in a particularly pensive mood at the moment. No, it wasn’t because the first storm of winter was coming nor because she had just torn her favorite gown, oh, and not the fact she was forcibly married to the bloodthirsty Bastard of Bolton and has to live with the gutwrenching state of poor Theon Greyjoy whom she considered a brother.

With that final thought on her mind, she reached the doors she was looking for and opened them.

(Y/N) sighed as she took in the sight before her and smelled the unmistakable scent of blood.

“My lady, care to join us?” came a familiar voice.

There, standing in the dark, was Lord Ramsay Bolton, her husband.

And, lying on the nearby table was Theon Greyjoy, a still-dripping Bolton cross carved into his chest.

“I don’t want to know,” (Y/N) quickly said, having long ago given up on all of this.

“Ah, you’re no fun,” came from the seemingly-mangled mess on the table.

“No, what I am is sane.”

“Being sane is overrated,” the Lord of Winterfell retorted, currently cleaning his favorite flaying knife.

“Are we really just going to take her word for it? She’s here, isn’t she? How sane can she actually be?” again is supplied by the one on the table who is in no position to be judging her.

“I came here to tell you two to come back up, not to....whatever this is,” she gestured at the table.

“Again, it’s fun.”

“It’s sadistic, demented, and, oh yeah, painful.”

“That’s the fun part.”

“Gods help you, Theon Greyjoy.”

“And nothing for me, my little she-wolf?”

“Bolton, not even the gods could help you.”

He chucked, “l’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It wasn’t one.”

“You say that as if it’s my fault Theon is like this.”

“It’s easier to pretend it is.”

“Not everyone can be as perfect as you, Stark.”

“Isn’t it Bolton?”

“Are we really gonna go through that again?”

“Jealous, Greyjoy?”

“That you’re married to the man I’m sleeping with? Not really.”

“And here I thought he loved me.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Ramsay, you are the only person I know that will admit he loves someone while covered in blood.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘covered.’ We weren’t finished yet...”

At this, the two deplorables shared a knowing grin.

“You know what? Give me one of those knives.”

“So you are joining us, then?”

“I’m carving my eyes out and might take off an ear just to get this out of my head.”

“And she still calls herself sane.”

“Any sanity I may have had left by the time I found you two. Now let’s go.”

(Y/N) turned back to the door intending to leave, but-

“Ugh, Ram, can you-“ Theon gestured at the restraints holding him down.

“Oh, right,” replied Bolton, until he got a better idea. “I could untie you, but I rather think you should stay down here, in the darkness, grime, and muck where you belong, my Reek.”

“Oh please, no, Master. I’ve been good,” the still-restrained man pleaded.

At that, (Y/N) left the room, closed the door behind her, and simply said the first words that came to mind.

“Seven. Everloving. Hells.”

Chapter 2

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Chapter 5 of ?

Did Ever a Dragon Keep So Fair a Cave? (3 of ?)

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“Aithusaaaaa. Who’s a good little dragon? Who’s a good little dragon? Aithusa is. Yes she is.”

(Y/N) absolutely adored Aithusa. She was her little angel. And one day she’s going to grow up to the size of a castle and ravage and burn down entire villages. And (Y/N) couldn’t be more proud.

She loved chin scritches and nightly walks and playing tug-of-war and fetching and sleeping on the bed next to (Y/N). That way they could secretly hide the fire-breathing dragon with Arthur none the wiser. It was years before he found out about Merlin’s magic, so a dragon was nothing, really.

Now (Y/N) wouldn’t say they could keep a full-sized dragon in the castle without Arthur noticing, but...stranger things have happened. (See: every single moment since Merlin arrived in Camelot)

But Aithusa was admittedly growing. She started out the size of a large dog and was now more comparable to a horse. So, technically, she probably couldn’t stay in (Y/N)’s room for much longer.

But, until the time came that she and Merlin had to smuggle a dragon back out of the castle with a series of magical distractions that are hopefully a bit more creative than knocking out knights with barrels, (Y/N) would continue to spoil her.

So it’ll be more chin scritches and pillow forts and afternoon naps curled up together for the foreseeable future.

Except, Aithusa wasn’t in the room when (Y/N) entered.

Right, this is fine. How much trouble could an almost-grown dragon get into? No more than the most powerful sorcerer who ever lived. Maybe a bit more potential to set the castle on fire....

With that lovely mental image, (Y/N) set out to find her little angel (and no, she wasn’t talking about Gwaine).

So she treked off into the castle in search of billowing smoke, scorch marks, or any other indication of how flammable their home was.

At that very same moment, Arthur Pendragon was currently staring dumbfounded as his husband and manservant (priorities, Arthur) appeared to be baby-talking an actual dragon.

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Chapter 4 of ?

Did Ever a Dragon Keep so Fair a Cave (2 of ?)

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“Merlin,” came the voice of Camelot’s king as he approached his court sorcerer.

However, the aforementioned warlock’s mind was currently preoccupied with finding a way to clean up his latest mess. Magic is not an exact science, after all. But how was he supposed to know bed curtains were so flammable?

“Merlin,” he tried again.

I mean, it’s not like they’re labeled. And it’s not like you assumed they’d catch fire. And there were so many other things to worry about like the new royal decree and protecting the kingdom and which shirt Arthur was going to wear tomorrow.

“Merlin,” he said, more forceful this time.

The blue one, surely. It brought out his eyes. Those beautiful, bright blue eyes of his that shone magnificently in the light and captivated anyone honored enough to be in the presence of them.

“Merlin,” the king continued, wondering what on earth he could possibly be so caught up in.

And don’t even get him started on how good Arthur looked in the blue shirt. With the way it perfectly showed off his muscles and how it just slightly lifted up at his waistline with a raise of his sword...

“Merlin,” the king tried again, his patience wearing thin.

But Arthur was so much more than how painstakingly physically attractive he was. He was kind and fair and just and loved Merlin for who he was. He was brave and strong and chivalrous and-

“MERLIN.”

He finally was snapped out of his thoughts and looked up from his position to see that same Arthur Pendragon looking down at him with a peculiar expression not unlike his usual disdain.

“Yes, my king?” he answered innocently.

“I’m going to ask you this as gently and as calmly as I possibly can.”

“Ask away, sire,” he replied.

Arthur cleared his throat and said as gently and as calmly as he possibly could-

“WHY IN THE HELL IS THERE A DRAGON IN OUR BEDROOM?”

Oh. Oh no.

“A-a dragon? I don’t know anything about a dragon. What dragon? I have never seen a dragon in my entire life. Certainly not a white one with practically-translucent scales and a penchant for mischief. Nope. No dragons here.”

“Merlin-“

“Yes, Arthur? My king? My love? My other side of the same coin?”

“Merlin-“

“The man I chose to spend the rest of my life with? The wind beneath my wings? My sun and stars? Moon of my life?”

“MERLIN”

“....you didn’t say what color the dragon was or described it or outright said I had anything to do with it.”

“No, I didn’t. Now care to tell me what you know?”

“...her name is Aithusa.”

“Oh my God-“

“Now, before you say anything, she’s a lovely creature, she carries herself with nobility and grace, she is charming and compassionate, and she would make an excellent addition to the royal family.”

“The royal family? Have you absolutely lost your mind? Are you seriously suggesting we keep a dragon?”

“Well, yes.”

“Merlin,” Arthur said, reaching up to the headache he could already feel beginning to form.

“But if you just met her-“ the warlock continued.

“It’s a dragon.”

“She’s a dragon. And she has a name. Aithusa.”

“Aithusa?”

“It means ‘Light of the Sun.’”

“Of course it does.”

“Here, how about I just introduce you two because I know you’ll love her just as much as we- I do?”

Arthur just shook his head and followed his sorcerer into yet another ridiculous scenario he would never have gotten himself into if this absolute dollophead had never come to Camelot in the first place.

Aithusa Part 3

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Chapter 3 of ?

Did Ever a Dragon Keep so Fair a Cave? (1/?)

(Yes, that means Aithusa)

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Arthur Pendragon had thought he’d seen it all.

Camelot was an increasingly unique place which only seemed to get odder by the second once the most infuriating person he had ever met who also happened to be the love of his life had shown up.

An enchanted shield that sprouts venomous snakes? A fairy living inside a princess? A thieving goblin locked in a hidden chamber? A sihde that tries to trade his life in exchange for passage to a magical hidden land? A troll married to his father? All after he met Merlin.

But that was just the beginning.

Honestly, what kind of magical idiot has so little self-preservation to come to Camelot, of all places?

Oh his idiot. That’s right.

And then came this morning.

A sleep-deprived Arthur Pendragon was nothing to be trifled with on any day, so the knights had kept their distance.

As a result, Arthur had more time to himself to finally get some work done while Merlin was off who-knows-where probably producing butterflies out of thin air or levitating Gwaine to scare the townspeople.

What he didn’t count on today, however, was the fact that he was going to start hallucinating. I mean, why else would he see a dragon of all things in his own bedroom? A hallucination was clearly the only feasible possibility.

Until he remembered who he shared that bedroom with.

“MERLIN.”

Aithusa Part 2

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Chapter 2 of 5

Summer in Camelot

Featuring: Gwaine

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It was a beautiful day in the kingdom as (Y/N) gazed out from her balcony onto the courtyard below.

Camelot was truly breathtaking in the summer.

The sun shone magnificently across the land, the birds were chirping harmoniously, and the air held a tranquil feeling unlike any other...It was almost magical.

Speaking of magic, (Y/N) spied just who she was looking for below and decided now was a better time than ever to intervene.

She exited her bedroom, roamed through the castle, and finally strode gracefully down the staircase as she made her way over to the training grounds, her gown gliding elegantly along as she walked.

“Well hello there, Merlin. Enjoying the view?” she remarks as she approaches her favorite warlock.

“Oh, I certainly am,” he says with his trademark mischievous grin.

He then brings his attention back over to the aforementioned view.

Taking advantage of the beautiful weather, the Knights of the Round Table were presently out on the lawn honing their skills.

The king was also in attendance, currently squaring up with Leon.

However, a side effect of the weather, and certainly a benefit, was that it was almost too hot to physically exert yourself. Thus, the knights and king had to find a solution.

That solution was to train while shirtless.

And so Merlin, the ever-dedicated servant that he is, remained at his king’s side, enduring the oppressive heat, all in the name of serving his master.

The fact that Arthur was shirtless was merely a happy coincidence. Merlin was nothing if not subtle.

(Y/N) just rolled her eyes and watched as the king vigorously fought off his opponent, but it’s not like he was showing off for anyone. Certainly not for that same manservant who was currently tripping over himself to offer his king a bit of refreshment.

Like she said, subtle.

Now, this isn’t to say that (Y/N) minded the current situation, but if Gwaine flexed any harder, he’d injure himself.

She continued to watch the pitiful display in front of her as Merlin made his way back over to her, rather flushed from the heat himself. Just the heat.

“You’re pathetic, warlock,” she said when he finally managed to stop looking over his shoulder every three seconds.

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re referring to,” he replied.

“My sincerest apologizes, I’m sure drooling and stumbling over yourself is an everyday occurrence for you.”

“Just on days like this, your majesty.”

“Days Arthur’s half-naked, covered in sweat, and beating his opponent into the ground?”

Merlin couldn’t stop himself from blushing here.

“My queen,” Sir Gwaine said as he approached them, having just finished sparring with Elyan.

“Could I offer you the humblest of gifts in the form of this flower that pales in comparison to your radiant beauty?” he continued, now kneeling before her and holding out the flower in the most gracious of offerings.

Merlin had to choke back a laugh.

“I will gladly accept this, brave sir knight, the most courageous and honorable of his kind,” she replied as he rose gallantly and delicately positioned the flower behind her ear.

“And I’m the pathetic one,” Merlin commented.

“Oh don’t think I’ve forgotten you, our beloved court sorcerer and not-so-secret lover of our king,” Gwaine said, producing another flower and placing it in Merlin’s hair.

“I appreciate the sentiment, sir knight, but I think the only one who could possibly overshadow even my effervescent beauty is Merlin. Perhaps he should have both of the flowers.”

“Clotpoles, the lot of you,” the warlock grumbled.

“He’s so handsome when he’s being humble,” she gushed while feigning to swoon.

“I could just get lost in those eyes,” Gwaine added with an identical flourish.

“And when they glow golden when he’s casting a spell...” she continued.

“You could just melt,” Gwaine finished.

(Y/N) and Gwaine then fell dramatically together, still swooning.

Merlin groaned.

“I can only imagine,” Arthur said as he joined them.

“Just our usual harassment of Merlin,” (Y/N) replied.

“You are looking positively resplendent today, Princess,” Gwaine said, greeting his king.

Arthur just sighed.

Not one to exclude anyone, however, Gwaine at last produced a final flower and placed it atop the king’s head, curtsying as he did so.

(Y/N) took in the sight before her and simply smiled.

There could truly be no better way to spend a summer day in Camelot.

Chapter 3

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Reader is Arthur’s wife because Camelot needed a queen, but Arthur is in love with Merlin and Reader thinks they’re the cutest things ever.

Chapter 1 of 5 (for now)

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“I can’t believe you’d betray me like this! After all I’ve done for you!” (Y/N) says, falling to a puddle on the ground. “I find my dearest husband in bed with my closest friend,” she continues as her body is wracked by sobs.

There’s a long pause which is eventually followed by a sigh and a voice from the bed saying “Do you have to do that every time you come in here?” Said voice belonging to the King of Camelot. There’s a “once” and a “future” in there somewhere, but it’s really no concern to (Y/N).

“I liked the addition of how I’m your closest friend,” comes from the other occupant in the bed.

“Why thank you, Merlin. It’s nice to be appreciated.”

When (Y/N) first returned to Camelot, it was with the intention she’d have to seduce Arthur in some form to secure her family’s place in the kingdoms. Which wholly terrified her, but she and Arthur were close, so maybe it’d work. People had always said they’d make an excellent couple and once they barely were of age, the talk of Camelot was when the wedding would be. Not that they were engaged, betrothed, or even interested in each other. They were best friends, but of course they were opposite genders which meant they were soulmates in the eyes of the kingdom. Honestly, any girl that looked at Arthur (and there were definitely plenty of girls) could have been queen, but (Y/N) was from the right family and they got along, so it seemed inevitable. However, before anything could really happen, (Y/N) was called back to her kingdom due to a death in the family. She had to leave what was quickly becoming home for her. But that had been years ago and now Arthur was king. Oh, and completely and utterly in love with his manservant. Or unofficial Court Sorcerer or whatever Merlin was supposed to be. Honestly, that was the best news (Y/N) could have gotten. The way she found out wasn’t entirely ideal. What, sneaking into Arthur’s room wasn’t anything new to (Y/N)... She just didn’t expect to find him with his arms wrapped protectively around his manservant in what many would deem cuddling, but of course the Great Arthur Pendragon would never admit to that. Not that it wasn’t the sweetest thing she’d ever seen, but it was still a shock to everyone involved. Whether or not Merlin could have erased her memory remains to be seen, but he ultimately didn’t because (Y/N) gave he and Arthur the perfect solution. So the King of Camelot finally found his queen and Merlin and Arthur could continue their relationship with the utmost support from (Y/N).

That was around a year ago. (Y/N) had since become the best of partners in crime with Merlin (much to the chagrin of Arthur), been adopted by each and every one of the knights, and ruled the flourishing kingdom of Camelot alongside her king.

“Oh, but I do so appreciate you, my queen. Who else would eat as much as the knights, take up a shocking amount of space for her size, and cause my manservant to get less work done than he already does on a daily basis?”

“I’m so glad you understand my importance, Arthur.”

“I’m sitting right here. And who’s saved your sorry behind more times than you can count, clotpole?”

“You know, Merlin, you insist you’ve saved my life multiple times, but you never can prove it.”

“I am the most powerful sorcerer that has ever lived!”

“And the clumsiest.”

“I thought you were on my side.”

“I’m just stating facts, my young warlock.”

“You know, I’m actually incredibly grateful Kilgarrah never called me his young warlock.”

“You’re mine, Emrys. Remember that.”

“Oh, Emrys? Great. Let’s just start saying that again. Maybe bring back Modred. That was a fun time.”

“Are you two going to stand around arguing all day or could you actually get something done for once?”

“I am the Queen of Camelot, you know.”

“And sarcasm. And smirking. And managing to ruin a dress in a matter of minutes. Oh, and getting your hair caught in tree branches.”

“Thank you so much, Me-“

“...Doorways, chainmail, tables, the throne that one time...”

“Okay. We get it. Thank you, Merlin.”

Some chuckles come from the king.

“What are you laughing at, Pendragon? At least it didn’t take me thirty years to figure out Merlin had magic. I actually think half the knights knew before you.”

“Lancelot and Gwaine certainly did.”

“Thank you, Merlin.”

“You’re welcome, sire.”

Arthur mutters something that sounds suspiciously like “Why do I bother?”

“If you three are done with your bi-weekly semi-playful arguments, we’re expecting you on the training grounds, your majesty,” Sir Percival says as he comes into the room.

“Good morning, Percival. Hi, Gwaine.”

“Good morning, my lovely queen,” Gwaine says, bowing, following it up with “Merlin” with a nod, and finally, “Princess,” with something resembling a curtsy directed towards the king.

Arthur sighs. “I’m not even a prince anymore, Gwaine.”

“But she’s the queen and I wouldn’t want you to get confused.”

“How did you even get here?”

“Well, I saved your sorry behind at a pub when you just couldn’t go two seconds without being Princess Gall-“

“Okay, I get it. Everyone’s saved my ‘sorry behind,’ and we will have a discussion about that phrasing, at one point or another. Thank you all so much for your service. If I could please go, now?”

“I mean, you’re the king, Arthur. Presumably you could leave at any time.”

“That’s it. I’m abdicating,” Arthur says throwing his hands up in defeat. “Camelot is free for the taking. If anyone needs me, I will be on a farm somewhere far from here.”

“I’m coming, right?”

“Well of course you are, Merlin. What would I be without my trusty manservant?”

“And your husband... I’d imagine that’s just slipped your mind, sire.”

“Shut up, Merlin.”

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Set Your Course by the Stars

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren returns to his quarters and finds something he wasn’t expecting.

Kylux; Female Reader; Fluff

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The Supreme Leader of The First Order, the most feared man in the galaxy, stomped back to his quarters following his latest diplomatic meeting. Dignitaries bored him and he was itching for his lightsaber the entire time. Not that he couldn���t have just cut off the airway of one of those pretentious imperials with a wave of his hand, but recent developments have persuaded him not to.

With this thought still in his mind, he opened the durasteel doors and stepped into his private quarters.

He was greeted by a unique sight on his bed.

There, reclining back in what could for once be considered a comfortable position was General Armitage Hux, datapad in hand.

He looked up from his scrolling just long enough to make eye contact with Ren.

However, that was not all that lay on the bed or, more accurately, the General.

Seated contentedly on the General was (Y/N), her head resting below the datapad in the General’s lap.

Ren couldn’t quite remember how they had ended up this way, but he also could barely fathom a time when things were different. Around a few months ago, they had more or less adopted (Y/N). She was basically their cat that just happened to have full reign of the ship and was given a proper title and any and all of the crew were to obey her every order. Not that she would abuse this power. For the most part.

Her daily routine consisted of getting Thanisson off track, annoying Phasma to just about her breaking point, and harassing Mitaka who was terrified of her. He had no real reason to be other than that Kylo Ren absolutely doted on her, but it’s still understandable.

But that was just how things came to be. And the First Order was thriving with Kylo Ren as Supreme Leader and Armitage Hux as his most trusted advisor and husband.

As Kylo took in the sight before him, he was met with unbridled joy. He made to join the two occupants, but-

“Under no circumstances will you jump on me.”

“Aww come on, Hux.”

“No.”

“Why does she get to?”

“She is one-third your size and is laying peacefully, whereas you are an overgrown furnace the size of a bantha who is incapable of sitting still for two seconds.”

He was right, of course, but that’s never stopped Ren before. So, as carefully as an overgrown force user could, he crawled in beside the General and positioned himself in a mirror image of (Y/N) who found the entire thing downright adorable.

Hux just sighed. He’d gotten himself into this mess in the first place. Damn that Sith and his perfect muscles and immaculate hair even under that ridiculous helmet and the way his smile lights up his face and his laughter just draws you in...

“I’m not a Sith.”

“Ren!”

(Y/N) just laughed. The galaxy could truly be in no better hands than these.

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(Y/N) stared out into the shadows of the darkened alley, watching. Waiting.

Peering out through the slit in the mask, she takes notice of her surroundings.

It had been a few short months since she arrived in this wretched hive of scum and villainy.

Crime ran rampant throughout Japan, but the increased villainous activity only brought with it a spike in so-called heroics.

Hero society was corrupt.

Change was needed, but she wasn’t that change.

She was...an intervening force. She’d do her job and help those that needed it.

People preyed on the weak and she was far from that.

You couldn’t afford to be weak around here.

Her thoughts were interrupted, however, as a figure steps into view.

The barest hint of light reflects off the staples holding his charred skin together, a result of his powerful and destructive quirk.

He leans against the wall just a few steps down from her, legs crossed nonchalantly as if he hasn’t a care in the world.

There is no fear on him.

Finally, he speaks, voice a deep rumble.

“Out for another night of saving lives, hero?”

Her eyes narrow, “I’m not a hero.”

“But you’re not a villain.”

“I don’t need to see the world in black and white.”

“Well that’s how it is. Hero society is corrupt. It needs to be taken down.”

“And you think your band of misfits is going to do that?”

“This ‘band of misfits’ is getting more done than you could ever hope to saving your little girls on the street.”

She advances on him then, drawing one of the twin daggers she keeps on either side of her waist.

People often rely on their quirks here and for good reason, but hers was not a weapon.

It provided her the stealth needed to slip through the night undetected, a striking contrast to that of the man before her.

A vibrant flash of blue flame erupts just as her knife meets the scorched skin of his neck.

“You could never do it,” he grins confidently as deep turquoise eyes meet her own.

“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” she grits out.

“These pretty little knives of yours give me an idea,” he replies, delicately fingering the sharpened edge.

She retracts the blade, then, securely replacing it in its hidden sheath.

“They’re for protection.”

“Protection from what? Big bad boys who got a little handsy? Taking advantage of a girl who had a bit too much to drink?”

“Or....” he continues, grin widening like a Cheshire cat’s.

“Is it something else you’re scared of in this cold, dark alley? Something like-“

“A villain!”

He suddenly surges forward, shoving (Y/N) against the wall, arms encircling either side of her.

“You’re pushing it, hero.”

“And you’re not?” she counters, noticing his proximity. “Shigaraki wouldn’t be too thrilled if he heard you were out here with me.”

“Cute little vigilantes aren’t on our radar.”

“That’s your mistake, then. You don’t know what I am, what I’ve done, or what I can do.”

“I’m not a hero. I’m not a villain,” she continues.

“I don’t pick sides in this war of yours.”

“Maybe it’s about time you did.”

She studies him.

“What makes you so confident I’d choose yours?”

“You can play at hero all you want, little mouse. But deep down, you’re one of us. You pretend to have a code. You’re protecting the weak. Stealing from the rich to give to the poor. You act like this is a game.”

“I’m doing what is right.”

“And nothing is more ‘right’ than saving lives, isn’t it, hero?”

“Better than ending them.”

He smiles.

“What makes you think they’d even accept you? After all you’ve done....” he says, trailing off.

Her eyes widen as she comes to the realization of his words.

“It’s really not hard to keep an eye on you, hero. I’ve done my research. Hell, you may have more under your belt than I did starting out. I’m almost proud-“

“Enough!” she finally snaps.

“I know what I’ve done and I’m not proud, but I needed to survive. We are not the same and we never will be.”

“It’s cute-“

“No. I told you I was done. I didn’t join up with the League because I’m not here to eliminate hero society or whatever you think you’re doing by taking innocent lives. People need my help here and I will give it however I can and if that means I have to parade around in this ridiculous costume, I will.”

There’s a pause between the two as her words settle in, but it’s soon interrupted as he begins a drawn-out applause.

“Inspirational,” he finally declares, wiping a false tear from his eye.

“You know what the difference between you and me is, Dabi?” she says with a sneer, enunciating the villain’s name.

“What’s that?”

“I will do what is right and help anyone who needs it. And to do that, I will put down anything that gets in my way.”

He leans into her, then, hot breath ghosting over her lips.

“And am I in your way, hero?”

She steels her gaze and tilts her head up ever-so-slightly to look directly into his eyes, her answer a low growl in her throat.

“Why don’t you find out?”

Chapter 2