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bypandoramaxum · 2 years

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journey through the reefs [an atwow series] chp. 1

summary: after the sudden death of your parents, your life soon turned upside down as the RDA took drastic measures to advance their colonisation of Pandora, which led to you being used as their guinea pig in their sick games.

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pairings: ao’nung [25] x fem!human!reader [20]

word count: 3.4k

warnings: depictions of death of parents, swearing, abduction, restraints, manipulation, coercion, human experimentation, surgery, reader wanting out and everyone else being a dick to her.

a/n: it’s been so long since I last wrote a fanfic, let alone a series. I’m feeling confident about this one, as the ideas keep flowing in my brain. hope you’ll enjoy this first chapter!~

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It was almost as if the universe itself was mourning with you, conveying the deep sorrow that had longed settled within your weary heart through heavy raindrops against the windowpanes as you watched the two cardboard caskets that laid both your parents were slowly being transferred into the crematoriums for a final send off.

This was not the goodbye you expected to bid to the two most prominent figures of your measly life. It was almost too sudden, too hasty, unbelievable really. Your tearful gaze numbingly watched as the doors of the crematoriums slammed shut, but still leaving an opening for you to witness the golden flames erupting around the caskets, which oddly helped in allowing you to process and acknowledge the gravity of the reality you were experiencing.

A vast array of emotions swarmed you intensely, trying to overtake each other, making your head spin in the process, not knowing which one to feel.

But one thing was for certain.

Loneliness.

Never again would you hear your mother knocking on your bedroom door before entering, telling you good morning in that gentle, soothing, hush voice of hers, paired with the soft strokes of her hand against the flow of your hair.

The sounds of sips coming from your father drinking his morning cup of tea would soon become a distant memory soon. His usual question of how you slept last night can only be heard within the confines of your recollection.

The day ended with you being escorted out of the crematorium by your parents’ scientist colleagues, who, for the record, did not seem too upset by the events that played out for the day. It almost seemed as if the whole funeral was just another tedious task that had to be carried out before they could move on to their next one at hand. Well, it wasn’t like that wasn’t obvious, considering they couldn’t even get proper coffins to lay your parents to rest, as if common decency was a thing of the past.

Truthfully, no one really held proper funerals anymore, not in this current millennium at least. With the Earth flooded with overpopulation, people are dying at a larger and faster rate. Something quick had to be done to make room for others more.

“Well, let’s get back to business, shall we? We’ve stalled long enough, thanks to the cry-baby over here.” a man huffed as he straightened his lab coat, ready to get back to work.

Dr. Kurtis Aragon. The man who had your parents serve as his apprentices, unfortunately. You had overheard countless stories of him from them, mostly of how he had no problem blatantly mistreating his staff into obeying his every order, no matter how detriment the consequences might be of said actions, as it was either his way or the highway.

His views of the surrounding world were black and white, leaving no room for doubt. He truly believed his words held gravity compared to the opinions of those around him, and he made sure people knew their places in the lab.

“Since your folks have proved themselves to be fairly incompetent in their roles, I have no choice but to have you continue their work for me.”

“After all, you are the offspring of two rather gifted individuals despite what happened. I’m sure you won’t disappoint me too quickly like they did.” he added.

You could feel your blood boiling, face flushing with anger. Begrudgingly, you held back and replied,

“Since when was it decided that I’ve signed up for any of this?”

“Since your parents signed a legal contract stating that if anything were to happen to them, guardianship of you shall be transferred over to me.” said Dr. Aragon as he pulled out an envelope from his lab coat, handing it to you.

You snatched it from him, tearing the envelope urgently and began reading through the contract. Fresh tears started brimming at your eyes as you read the terms and conditions of said contract. There was no way. Your parents wouldn’t have entrusted your well-being to this man, knowing how much misery he brought to them.

“This is all bullshit! There’s no way they agreed to this. You must’ve threatened them into signing it.” you yelled as the tears ran down your cheeks, balling up the contract before chucking it to the ground. “I don’t care what this contract says. I rather be dead than work for you or your sick cause.”

“Now, it’s not up to you, now is it, little girl? Doesn’t matter whether they agreed to it or not, what’s done is done. With their signature sealing the deal, I have the willpower to do what I wish with you. You possess great qualities and potential for the RDA’s future, and I plan on fully utilising it.” Dr. Aragon paid no heed to your outburst, lighting a cigarette as he spoke.

“Looks like we’re going to have to do this the hard way, little one. Boys, you know the drill.” Dr. Aragon mumbled before gesturing to his men.

“To hell with the RDA! You all are the reason why my folks are dead in the first place, and now you’re looking for your next guinea pig to continue the colonisation of that beautiful moon. Well, count me out! Screw you all.” you declared before storming off into the heavy rain, allowing it to wet the black dress you wore.

“Yes, sir.” they obeyed before marching to you, surrounding you.

“Move, assholes!” you yelled as you tried to push through them to no avail.

“Listen, you are coming with us whether you like it or not.” said one of the men cladded in military gear.

“I don’t have to do jack shit for anyone. You can’t make m-“ your rage was cut short when you felt volts of electricity surge through your being, making you fall to the ground before knocking you unconscious.

The men wasted no time in restraining you and throwing your drenched, sleeping body into the readied vehicle, waiting to bring you to God knows where. Dr. Aragon just stood there, watching the whole thing unfold with a smug smirk on his face, simultaneously taking puffs from his cigarette.

“Seems like she’s going to be a handful, huh?” one of the scientist next to him uttered.

“She’ll learn to comply soon enough. We just need to give her the right push, that’s all.” Dr. Aragon replied as he took one last puff of smoke before throwing the cigarette to the ground, stepping on it to put out the flames.

“I’ve got one good trick up my sleeve that’ll surely get her to obey.”

“And just what might that be?”

“We’ll have to get her to Pandora first. While she’s in cryo-sleep, we shall get everything ready to perform Operation: Lab Rat. Our next project will be targeting the reef clans.”

Dr. Aragon let out a wicked chuckle, almost as if understanding where this plan was going.

“I knew I could count on my best student.”

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Five years later…

Waking up had never felt so draining before. Sure, a little sleepy and drowsy, perhaps an urge to fall back asleep just to bask in a few more minutes of comfort, but this time, it came with a throbbing headache. You tried your best to fall back asleep, in hopes to be rid of it, but you found your attempts futile.

Looking around, blue light surrounded the little space you were in. Your body was strapped in by safety belts, and you could feel yourself floating slightly. It didn’t take long for the panic to start setting in, as your hands started wandering, looking for any possible escape from wherever you were in.

All of a sudden, you feel yourself being ejected from the claustrophobic confinement, white light shining directly onto you. As you looked around, you were met with a figure floating in front of you, cladded in medical wear.

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.” the man said, in an attempt to joke lightly.

“Where am I?” you asked hesitantly, fearing the possible answers.

“We’re on our way to Pandora. Almost there, in fact.” he replied, patting your shoulder comfortingly.

His words stunned you, eyes widened in true shock. You looked around you to see others being ejected from their sleep capsules, unbuckling themselves from the safety restraints, which prompted you to do the same.

If what that man said was true, then that could only mean…

No, there was no way. This had to be a nightmare. All you had to do was close your eyes again and fall back asleep. You would be right back in your childhood bedroom in no time.

“I need everyone’s attention! It has been 5 years, 7 months, and 13 days since departure. You will feel hungry and weak to the bones. Please rehydrate yourself immediately with the water bottles in your lockers.” one of the staff announced to the room.

The look of dread on your face was no secret at this point. You didn’t care to hide your worries and panic anymore as your frantic outburst alerted everyone in the shared space, startling many of them.

It took a group of five men holding you to get you under control. That didn’t stop you from voicing your thoughts out loud, making sure your problem was now everyone else’s as well.

“Let me go! Take me home! Get me out of here! I’ll send you all to hell myself if it’s the last thing I’ll ever do.” you screamed at the top of your lungs, empty threats being thrown around, mostly directed to the men restraining you.

“Sedate her immediately!” Dr. Aragon called out to the men; frustration painted his expression. “Can’t have this little bitch causing a goddamn ruckus on my ship.”

“You! You’ll be first on my hit list, motherfucker! Be glad they’re holding me back, ‘cause once I get the chance, you’ll be begging me for mer-“

You felt something sharp pierce your arm, halting your verbal assault. You tried fighting against the drowsiness, but it soon overtook you easily as you succumbed to the effects of the sedation, putting you to sleep once more.

The men were then instructed to bring you to a holding cell while the scientists bunch had an impromptu meeting together, with Dr. Aragon fuming.

“What did I say about waking her up with the other crew members? Do you imbeciles just not listen to anything I say? Her antics could’ve costed us our only chance at getting the operation running smoothly.” Dr. Aragon lectured his team sternly, his being shaking from anger.

“We are terribly sorry, sir. It seems there was an error in communication with the medical team. We’ll ensure nothing of sort will occur again.” Thomas answered apologetically, gesturing to his fellow colleagues to do the same.

“I expect better from all of you, especially you, Thomas. You’ve been with me the longest so far and this is the work being presented to me?”

“It was never my intention to disappoint you at all, sir. All I want is to provide a better life for all of humanity and serve the RDA. Please, allow me to prove it to you, and I’ll be sure to give my very best to our current cause.”

The glare that Dr. Aragon was giving Thomas was deeply unsettling. It didn’t allow him to read through his boss’ emotions at all. He couldn’t predict what his answer could be towards his pathetic plea of proving himself worthy in the eyes of the RDA. Despite that, his eye contact never faltered, hoping his determination will overshadow his nervousness.

“Once we land, notify the sterile team to have a room prepared immediately. I don’t wish to delay Operation: Lab Rat any longer. The medical team better be ready to get their hands dirty.” Dr. Aragon broke the uncomfortable silence before leaving his team.

“Yes, sir!” everyone shouted in unison, scampering to get ready for landing.

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The shuttle soon landed on the far east of Pandora, nearby a fleet of ships that were waiting, ready to transport the newcomers to the outskirts of Pandoran reefs. Neighbouring the Metkayina and Ta’unui clans, but still hidden enough to not alarm any of the natives. Stealth was required to ensure the colonisation of the area ran smoothly.

Soldiers geared up marched into their respective troops, the sound of combat boots synchronising. Dr. Aragon and his team were escorted onto one of the ships, with the medical team behind them pushing your once again unconscious self, secured on a stretcher with an oxygen mask. Once everyone boarded, the ship set sail and the journey to the nearby RDA base began.

“Let’s not waste any more time than we already have! Medical and sterile, gear up and get to work!” Dr. Aragon instructed with a stern tone.

“Yes, sir!” his team responded as they directed your stretcher to one of the readied surgical rooms.

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Doctors and nurses were busy prepping your body for the experimental procedure, while at the same time sick with worry, but not for you, however. Knowing that any failure on this would end up with someone within the base being the next test subject. The unspoken dread seems to spread all across the room as it was dead silent other than the sound of surgical tools clanking against each other.

“Jesus, just thinking about what could happen if we fuck this up again makes me want to throw up.” one of the nurses whispered.

“Well, gee, you sure know how to set the mood, huh?” another nurse replied sarcastically.

“You’re really not worried one bit? We’ve been at this for God knows how many times, and there’s not been one success case in our books.”

“Of course, I’m worried, goddamnit! I’m just trying not to think about it at the moment. So do me a favour and shut your trap!”

“How about we stop all this bickering and focus on the task at hand? It’s best not to anger the big boss of the ship.” the head nurse, Tori, intervened before a bigger argument could set off.

A few minutes had passed before Dr. Aragon entered the room, cladded in a surgical suit. Everyone stood frozen in their spots, awaiting their next order to be given.

Dr. Aragon strode over to the surgical bed, giving the marking drawn onto your sternum and just below the diaphragm a quick study before picking up a scalpel that was laid on a tray.

“Your sacrifice shall not go unsung, kid.” he said before gesturing to his team to follow his lead.

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Twelve hours later…

Most of the staff collapsed onto the cold vinyl flooring of the room, some of them shedding tears after a long, torturous procedure on you. The ones left standing were finishing up the stitches from your successful surgery. In fact, you were their very first and only success case ever since the RDA deemed the avatar program too expensive to continue and started their lengthy and experimental respiratory enhancing surgery on countless unwilling participants, with the hope that these test subjects can breathe Pandoran air with no need for an oxygen mask. None of them ever saw the light of day again.

Except for you.

Little did you know that this was just the beginning of your brand new existence. Your current purpose was to serve and be loyal to the RDA, and that sooner or later, you would learn to obey and do as you were told.

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Two weeks later…

As your eyes struggled to open, you were forced to shut them again as a bright white shine blinded your vision for a moment. Once your eyes have adjusted to the light, you looked around your surroundings to find that you were in a well-conditioned room. The softness and comfort that you felt yourself lying on signalled to you were most likely in the hospital. Have you been rescued from the RDA? Were you back on Earth? Or was all of it just a bad dream and all of that never even happened?

You were about to relish in sweet relief, only for it to be cut short when you went to raise your arm to rub the sleep from your eyes, but it was stopped short by a handcuff that was linking your wrist to the metal bed frame. You looked over to your other arm to find that it was cuffed as well.

The violent clunking that you caused had alerted a group of nurses as they rushed into the room to calm you down.

“Now, dear, I know you must be confused and terrified, but you must calm down.” one of the nurses reassured.

“Where am I? Why am I here? What have you people done to me? ANSWER ME!” you cried out angrily, continuing your struggle.

“Call the doctor in! NOW!” the head nurse ordered.

The room stared in awe and shock as Dr. Aragon walked into the room. Next to him, stood an almost ten foot tall avatar wearing a green tank top and camo cargo pants. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the figure next to the doctor, the fear and anxiety evident in your eyes.

“So, this one here was a success, huh?” the avatar voiced out while staring down at you menacingly.

“She is the first one. But not to worry, as I do plan to continue producing more test subjects.” Dr. Aragon responded. “Sooner or later, humans shall be taking over this moon without needing the aid of these dumb masks.”

The avatar chuckled at that statement before striding over to you, kneeling down to speak to you directly.

“I’m Colonel Quaritch, commander of the first Recom Squad. Just thought you should know the face of the person you’ll be taking orders from.”

“And why would I be taking any orders from the likes of you?” you spat while grimacing at the colonel.

Quaritch lips pulled into a smirk, as if he was expecting this sort of response from you. He then gestured to the other humans in the room.

“Take a good look at every single one of them. All masked up.”

You looked around the room, scanning every human face in there. They were all, in fact, masked up. You however…

…could breathe with ease.

“H… How?” you stuttered.

“Let’s just say we gave your respiratory system a bit of an… upgrade, so to speak.” Quaritch replied nonchalantly. “Financing the avatar program is getting a little too hefty for our budget, so we needed a more affordable project to continue our operation.”

All of this was getting too much for you. The stress of everything that had happened finally took a toll on your poor soul. Tears started flowing down your rosy cheeks as you sobbed pathetically in front of your audience. Everything that has happened up to this point had sealed your fate forever.

You would never see Earth again.

You would never be able to sit at your parents’ graves for a chat.

Your education could never advance.

You would never experience another day of normalcy in your pitiful existence.

“Why are you doing this? Why me? What have I done to deserve this? Please, just let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone about this. Let me go home, please.” you begged sorrowfully, any ounce of dignity thrown away at this point.

“I’m afraid we can’t do that, sweetheart.” Quaritch responded, moving to sit at the foot of the bed.

“You’re the first one to ever survive this dangerous and risky procedure. Your value here is far too important for us to just let you go. With your help, you’ll be giving mankind another chance at a better life. Treat this as a fresh start for yourself.”

You knew there was no backing out from this situation in anyway, shape and form. Your only choices on the table were to either die, possibly painfully, or follow the lead of the RDA. You weren’t exactly thrilled to be alive at this point, but entertaining the idea of death so soon wasn’t something you were up for either.

But maybe you could get yourself out of this, the only thing you needed was patience and hope, and you prayed that you would be able to stay loyal to those traits.

You allowed yourself to relax back onto the bed before turning to face Quaritch, looking him dead in the eyes.

“So, where do I start, Colonel?”

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a/n: that’s the end of chapter one! let me know what you think and stick around for chapter two.

like and reblog if you enjoyed!~

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fandoomrants · 4 months

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Some personal Marauders era hcs and thoughts.

I don't aim to offend anyone and that's just a bunch of canon-related stuff I think.:

The Marauders:

-Peter WAS their friend. That's what made it even more hurtful in the end. But like, he was actively their friend, who they loved and trusted. However, I believe he was also underestimated, especially by Sirius. And not because he didn't consider him a friend, but because he didn't consider he could turn their backs on them because he admired them too much and wasn't a capable and therefore dangerous person.

-On the contrary, the reason Sirius thought Remus was the spy wasn't because he was a werewolf. It was because he knew he's capable and could take care of himself, and could keep a secret. But he was more likely to actually do something out of his own will.

-Remus saw Harry for the first time on the train when he was 13. He never saw him as a baby because he was already estranged from his friends.

-Remus stepped aside because he realised he couldn't have the lives most of his friends had, and didn't want to be a burden, or threat.

-The Prank was nasty but it wasn't that big of a deal. Of course Remus was angry at Sirius but I believe they all were. Yet it was just a stupid thing he did as a child (sorry,l but 15-16yos are the dumbest years of someone's life decison-wise, imo and that's talking both from experience and observation) and he was very much aware it wasn't in order to hurt and expose him as a werewolf.

The girls:

-Marlene was probably around the Marauders' age and attended Hogwarts with them because Lily mentions her in her letter to Sirius. However, there's a chance that they just got close because of the Order.

-Dorcas was, as I've seen many people hc, perhaps much older than them, however. I personally don't think it was a common thing for someone to leave Hogwarts and immediately join the Order. Or even if they did that because all the help was appreciated, they weren't such a big threat, no matter how good wizards and witches they were. However, the little we know about her is that Voldemort dealt with her personally. He dealt with James and Lily personally (*sob*) in order to get to Harry but that's because of the prophecy. She must have been a real pain in the .... for him to want to do it personally, and I think this means she was someone with a lot of experience.

-Lily didn't hate James and they weren't enemies to lovers but more of strangers to lovers. Yeah, she got irritated by him and the rest mistreating Snape who was her friend but this doesn't mean she hated him, she disliked him. (Also, for enemies to lovers, it's supposed to be from both sides and he didn't dislike her, quite the contrary.)

-Lily wasn't popular. I'm pretty sure at Hogwarts everyone knows each other because you get to live with these people, more or less, even if you're not the same year or house, but I don't think she was popular.

The Slytherin skittles:

-Regulus was probably a Capricorn. That's more about the fanon interpretation but also the little we know about him?? That note in the locket?? I know lots of Capricorns. If someone's gonna do it, it's a Capricorn.

-Same as Dorcas, Evan was probably also much older than the rest. Moody was an experienced auror. Only someone who is also experienced and powerful can match him in a duel.

-Barty wasn't insane before Azkaban.

-Barty wasn't a good person and what he did was bad but he wasn't some psychopath without emotions, he loved his mother. His father is the one who was mostly responsible for him becoming who he is. Yet he's not considered "bad" because he wasn't a Death Eater.

-Regulus became a Death Eater completely willingly. He believed in Voldemort's ideas. Something changed later but he believed them at first and he wasn't forced by his parents, they weren't ones and their whole deal came for the love of purity, not power, he didn't do it in order to get closer to Voldemort and discover the Horcrux thing, or anything like that.

-These characters are interesting and cool, I love reading about them but I'm not apologising their actions and disregarding the fact they were villains in the end, redempted or not.

General thoughts about other characters and things:

-Alice and Frank were older than the Potters. At one point I believed they were the same age but the more I grow up, the more I get to realise that James and Lily were really young when they had Harry and that was most likely not the case with most.

-Also, I think this is pretty much confirmed, Alice and Frank got tortured and lost their sanity after Voldemort disappeared. On that topic, there's a chance Bellatrix and some of Voldemort's most loyal supporters might have had at least a slight idea that Neville could have been the Chosen one. Or at least they knew something about Alice and Frank.

-Snape was genuinely not a nice guy. We see a moment in which the Marauders are jerks to him but this doesn't mean he was a victim of their abuse all the time, and hadn't done anything wrong. The spell James uses is one Snape invents, and it was something Remus says was popular and done all the time so Snape might have been the one who used it first on someone. He also called Lily "mudblood" because he was angry but she was his friend that tried to protect him. Just because he loved her doesn't excuse him. In fact, it makes it worse. Back to the Sirius didn't tell him about Remus to hurt Remus thing. Well, here Snape did it with the purpose of hurting Lily.

-James wouldn't have liked Regulus, no matter of either of them's sexuality, and vise versa. And it all comes to Sirius. We have no canon mentions on Sirius and Regulus's relationship during Hogwarts but I think they were estranged. And James was a very good and loyal friend, he wouldn't have went to his best friend's brother knowing what Sirius thought of his family and his relationship with them. Same way, Regulus wouldn't have had anything to do with his outcast's brother best friend.

-I genuinely don't think they were all queer. Like, that was the 70ies and it wasn't spread and accepted. Even if they were, they would have been in the closet.

That's it for now. Some of these are based on literal facts from the books and some are personal opinions. Again, this is in no way aimed to offend anyone's opinion, or ships. I do enjoy reading about these characters, I ship most ships, I don't mind the rest. That's just my opinion canon-wise. Also, I might not remember some things well so excuse me if there's evidence against something I said in canon.

#hp meta #hp #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #peter pettigrew #lily evans #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #regulus black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #severus snape #the slytherin skittles #the marauders

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llostwriter · 1 year

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系统错误 | SVSSS Fanfic

CHAPTER 1

Yuhong, a typical daytime female who had just graduated from college, boarded the bus as usual after visiting her friend's home. She looked through her phones as she searched for anything to do to pass the time. Novels. She wasn't a huge admirer of novels, but she also didn't consider herself to be a hater; she only read them because they were fascinating. The protagonist of the book "Proud Immortal Demon Way" is a young male pupil who killed his Shifu as a result of ongoing harassment and hostility. After Shen Qingqiu's passing, the majority of the novel was just plain pornographic with no discernible plot, which made Yuhong lose interest in the book.

Yuhong doesn't seem to have been the only one who was unhappy with it, as numerous more complaints were posted in the main comment section.

Luo Binghe had the option of choosing to be happier without the urge to exact retribution, but resentment and anger dominated his thoughts. He ultimately turned out to be no better than the monster he had previously battled. That's why it has a "abused becomes the abuser" vibe. Shen Qingqiu doesn't show Luo Binghe the affection he craves; instead, he is met with hostility and glares. Perhaps this is why he had so many affairs. That, however, does not justify his nasty behavior.

Shen Qingqiu wasn't deserving of being turned into a human stick and placed inside a pickle jar. Or maybe he did. Everyone has a different way of looking at the scenario, and some people believe that Shen Qingqiu's difficult upbringing should not be used as an explanation for his mistreatment of Luo Binghe. Others could choose to remain impartial because they think that both sides have committed sins. Others would counter that Shen Qingqiu was just jealous of Luo Binghe because the latter had a happy childhood while the former did not, as opposed to the main character.

Shen Qingqiu was initially only known to Yuhong as the villain, a cold-hearted Shifu, and as someone whose death was merited for torturing Luo Binghe. There is no history at all. Why would Shen Qingqiu abuse Luo Binghe in that way? Perhaps Shen Qingqiu was simply looking for someone to use as a punching bag for all of his issues, and Luo Binghe was the one he ultimately settled on?

Before moving on with her thoughts, Yuhong scowled at the idea.

The novel centers on Shen Yuan, a misfortune guy who was reincarnated into the body of Shen Qingqiu, otherwise known as the antagonist of the original book, in "The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System," an alternate version of the book with more plot than "Proud Immortal Demon Way". It provides further Shen Qingqiu background information.

Shen Jiu never experienced his own happy ending, as the saying goes.

•••

Yuhong was startled awake when she felt something, or more precisely someone, pulling on her arm. She was unable to recall anything that occurred after getting on the bus, and the ringing in her ears wasn't exactly helping either. She tries to open her eyes, but it takes her a few tries before she is able to see a hazy dark figure and an unfamiliar setting. As her sights grew clearer, she was able to make out a long, silky brown haired woman with lovely gray eyes that had a mixture of innocence and worry in them. She is no longer in the bus; instead, she is in a medium-sized room that is furnished with items that resemble those in manga, where the historical period is set in ancient China. She was lying on what seemed like a western four-poster bed.

"Ah, A-Ji! Finally, you're awake."

Yuhong offers the other woman a bewildered expression in response to the strange nickname she was given. She doesn't recall ever meeting the woman, yet the woman calls her with a familiarity that suggests they have been friends for a long time.

"Sorry, ma'am but I think you confused-"

Her surroundings were still, and the other female was standing still. She was somewhat startled as a blue screen suddenly appeared in front of her before she turned to face the screen.

【ƦᴇᴀᴅᴇƦ ʜᴀs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛƦᴀɴsᴘᴏƦᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ "ᴘƦᴏᴜᴅ ꞮᴍᴍᴏƦᴛᴀʟ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴡᴀʏ", ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɪɴʜᴀʙɪᴛɪɴɢ xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ's ʙᴏᴅʏ. ᴅ��ᴇs ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ's ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ】

<<< ʏᴇs>>> ᴏʀ <<<ɴᴏ>>>

ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ

Yuhong tapped on the 'ʏᴇs' selection, with just one tap the words in the screen quickly changed.

【xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ, ᴀ sʜɪᴊɪᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ʟᴜᴏ ʙɪɴɢʜᴇ. sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ-ᴄᴜʟᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴏɴ ᴅᴇғᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴀsᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴇsᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟɪᴀɴᴇʀs ᴀɴᴅ sᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀʙs ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀʀɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ. ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ sᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇs, sʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ xɪʏɪɴ. ᴇᴠᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ, xɪʏɪɴ ʜᴀs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs sᴛᴜᴄᴋ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ sɪᴅᴇ. xɪʏɪɴ ᴡᴀs ᴜɴғᴏrᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴡᴇʀ, xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʀᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ. ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀɪᴛᴀʟ sᴋɪʟʟs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ sʜᴇɴ ǫɪɴɢǫɪᴜ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇs. sʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ʟᴜᴏ ʙɪɴɢʜᴇ】

Yuhong was able to determine the name of the other female and her present body using the information the machine had provided. She was awakened and welcomed by a woman named Xiyin when she first entered the world of this tale.

"Why was Xuan Ji killed by Luo Binghe?" Yuhong enquired with the system in the hopes that it might provide her with some additional context.

【sʜᴇɴ ǫɪɴɢǫɪᴜ ɪɴᴠɪᴛᴇᴅ xuan ᴊɪ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴇᴍᴏɴʏ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ǫɪɴɢ ᴊɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴀᴋ. ᴀғᴛᴇʀ xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ ᴡᴀs sᴜᴄᴄᴇssғᴜʟʟʏ ɢᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋs, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴏғғɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ǫᴜᴀʟɪғɪᴇᴅ ᴀs ᴀ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ǫɪɴɢ ᴊɪɴɢ ᴘᴇᴀᴋ. ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ᴏғ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ 𝟸 ᴀɴᴅ 𝟷/𝟸 ʏᴇᴀʀs, ʟᴜᴏ ʙɪɴɢʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴀɢᴏɴɪsᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴇʀᴇᴍᴏɴʏ. xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ-ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴏᴜsʟʏ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴢᴇ ʜᴀʀsʜʟʏ ᴏɴ ʟᴜᴏ ʙɪɴɢʜᴇ, sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢᴏ ᴀs ғᴀʀ ᴀs ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ғɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴇʀ. ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴏʙᴇᴅɪᴇɴᴛ sᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ ᴏғ ʜɪs ʜᴀʀᴇᴍ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜғғᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍɪʟɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ. xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ, ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴅɪɢɴɪᴛʏ ᴅʀɪɴᴋᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪsᴏɴ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʜᴇʀ ғʟᴇsʜ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ-ᴏᴜᴛ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ sʟᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴғᴜʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ】

This simply serves to highlight how vicious and evil the actual Luo Binghe truly is! Just when Yuhong had a chance to settle down, become friends with the book's characters, and spend the rest of her days as a minor figure she had no idea even existed in the story. But since she couldn't recall how she died, she had to be reincarnated. Wait, does it even count as reincarnation? She must now live out the remainder of her days as Xuan Ji before dying at the hands of the main character, Luo Binghe. Oh wait, perhaps she could be more considerate toward Luo Binghe than the actual Xuan Ji, and one can only hope that Luo Binghe will remember her generosity and spare her life.

It as if the system could read her mind, the system immediately changed the word on the screen.

【ᴜsᴇʀ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ᴏᴏᴄ ᴏʀ ᴇʟsᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ ɪs ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅᴇᴅᴜᴄᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ. ɪғ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ 𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟶, ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ】

Terminated as in completely gone from existence? That seems like a bit of an overkill. For Yuhong, being slain is one thing, but having her existence completely obliterated... wouldn't that imply that her soul couldn't experience another reincarnation?

【ɪғ ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ ʟᴏɢs ᴏғ ᴜsᴇʀ's ᴇxɪsᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛɪʟʟ sᴛᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴜᴇssᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇss ғɪɴɪsʜᴇs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇʀ's sᴏᴜʟ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʀᴇɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴ ғɪɴᴀʟ】

Being too kind is therefore not an option. Yuhong let out a frustrated sigh that had a whiff of annoyance. She was not having any fun at all, and it was clear that the system was making things tougher than they needed to be.

"Wait, Xuan Ji is already a disciple of Qing Jing Peak?"

【sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇʀ's ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ: ɴᴏ, xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ ʜᴀs ʏᴇᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅɪsᴄɪᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ sʜᴇɴ ǫɪɴɢǫɪᴜ ɪs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ 𝟻 ᴍᴏɴᴛʜs ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ】

"Can I just avoid meeting Shen Qingqiu?"

Yuhong only needs to stay away from the setting of the plot and Shen Qingqiu in order to avoid seeing Luo Binghe, and if she did, she wouldn't be recommended for the disciple selection ceremony.

【ᴛʜᴇ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʜᴀs ʏᴇᴛ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴘʟʏ】

What kind of slow internet connection system is this based on to not even generate an answer for that???

【sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴs ᴜsᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴇʀᴀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴ sᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ sʏsᴛᴇᴍs】

"A stream of other systems? So aren' t the only system around? Also I would gladly appreciated if you don't read my mind without my permission", Yuhong knew arguing with the system wouldn't work, but the fact that her every single thought is being monitored is basically a invasion of her privacy.

【ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴜsᴇʀ's ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ʜᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴍᴀʏ ᴜsᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴏᴅʏ】

"Not been generated...you got to be kidding me right now!"

【sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛs: ᴍᴀʏ ᴜsᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴏᴅʏ. sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛs: ᴍᴀʏ ᴜsᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴏᴅʏ. sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛs: ᴍᴀʏ ᴜsᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴏᴅʏ】

The blue screen vanished, leaving a frustrated Yuhong alone with her thoughts.

Clearly ignoring her inquiries, the system then abandoned her and left her to fend for herself. You crappy system, damn you!

She turned to check and noticed that the pause mode was still active.

"System, hey! You neglected to press the unpause button", the system stopped showing up, Yuhong yelled at nothing. She would be thought to be nuts for shouting at the air, if the environment weren't in pause mode.

Maybe she infuriated the system? Oh no, despite Shen Yuan cursing the system repeatedly, it continued to function. Therefore, it is implausible that the system actually abandoned her and put her surroundings on indefinite hold. Right??? Yeah, she wouldn't have to worry about being killed by Luo Binghe, which would seem good, but she doesn't want to live out the rest of her new life in a paused world!

【ᴜsᴇʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀs sɪᴅᴇ-ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ xᴜᴀɴ ᴊɪ. ᴜsᴇʀ's ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʜᴀs ᴀ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ɴᴇᴀʀʙʏ, ᴜsᴇʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ】

Oh, thanks god...

Yuhong seems to have worried needlessly. She took a look around and saw that, as the system had predicted, there was a long, rectangular bronze mirror with lovely swirling curves on its sides. A beautiful woman with a slim build and dark black hair is reflected in the mirror. She is dressed in soft white fabric that suggests a clothing for a feminine cultivator.

She encircled a lengthy strand of hair with her thin finger. She was met with a long strand of black hair instead of her customary medium length straight brown hair. The hair was plainly considerably longer than Yuhong's typical hair length and had wavy ends without any broken ends. And finally she turned her gaze to the crimson eyes in the mirror. She noticed something dark near the wooden table in the backdrop out of the corner of her eye. Before moving toward it, she turned around with a her current body, spotting it was a black blindfold...

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Can you make Don x co-host!reader (nonbinary) where reader was once Chris's co-host, but because he treated them like crap they decide to quit him before they start working together with Don? It's more like a platonic scenario, but if you want, you can make it romantic

Ohhh of course! Hope you enjoy!!

Just to clarify, I haven’t watched the Ridonculous Race and I don’t plan to, but I have read up on the cast and the premise so excuse me if there’s any inaccuracies with Don’s character.

DON X CO-HOST!READER ONE SHOT

Underpaid and mistreated (Y/N), your boss Chris McLean ordered you to conduct one of the interviews for the next season host position.

You forgot why you even wanted to work here.

"Start by working with someone who's more experienced" they said "You'll get your chance at fame in no time" they said.

Fame. Hah. Good one.

You walk down to Ground Floor and saw an unfamiliar man sitting in the waiting lobby. His hair was a neat chestnut colour, he had a clean face and wore a tidy suit.

You approach him,"Hello, you must be the candidate for the new season host."

The man glances up and stands tall,“Yes, that would be me.”

“Excellent. This way please.”

He follows you into the office.

“I must say, it’s a great honour to be interviewed by you.” the gentleman claims as he sits up straight in the chair.

“Oh, thank you.” you’ve done this long enough to keep a straight face whenever someone attempts flattery,“Alright, so good morning, I hope you are well. As you’re aware, I am (Y/N) (L/N), current co-host of the Total Drama show and I will be conducting your interview today. First and foremost, have you watched Total Drama and are aware of what it involves?”

“Of course.”

The rest of the interview went as expected until the end.

"Finally, do you have any questions for me?” you asked, your tone still devoid of excitement.

“Yes." The man, whose name was Don, answered,"I wanted to ask if you’re happy with your job.”

“Huh?” you gaze up from your note taking to meet Don's attentive, geniune one.

“Yeah, uh." a jocund smile breaks out on his lips,"You don’t seem very delighted, especially when we were talking about your boss. I must say, you don’t seem too fond of him.”

...This took an unusual turn,“Who, Chris? Nah, he’s fine. He’s just got a lot of flaws, but we all do.”

He leans in marginally,“Well judging by your expression, you seem like you could use some new company.”

“Is this your way of trying to charm me into getting you to be more considered than other applicants?” you ask, piling the papers up and hitting them on the table to even them out.

“Not at all. All I’m saying is that this job, is a pretty big deal and should I be lucky to get it, I wanna take you with me.”

As if this interview couldn't have gotten weirder,“Why? This job description mentions that a co-host of any sort will not be necessary.”

“When was the last time your boss gave you a vacation?”

Good point. Chris never pays you enough to miss a day or two for yourself.

“Look, I’ll even add it at the bottom of my contract.” Don declared and he did, as much as he could fit.

You smirk,“Well, alright then. Sign it whenever you’re ready.”

"You have my word." he affirms, scratching his signature on the line of dots,"I'm specifically keen on sticking to rules and deals."

It sounded too good...“Just so you know, this decision is ultimately up to Team Total Drama.” you remind, making it clear you could not promise anything.

His ambition did not fade a bit,“Influenced by the feedback you give.”

Why hadn't they hired someone like him from the beginning?

Better late than never.

Yep. He was hired!

When you heard it, you immediately revoked your contract with Chris; although a very insulting farewell, it didn't stop your feeling of freedom nor how Ridonculous Race was like World Tour, but a gazillion times better.

You thought it was just you, but one day, a few months after the full season was aired, you had an encounter with Don that would change everything.

"Would you look at that! This year's season of Total Drama has gained more fan approval than the three seasons Chris hosted in the previous years combined!"

Your eyebrow perks up in surprise,"Really?"

He nods, proudly showing you the numbers on his tablet,"It's quite the sight!"

You take a glance.

And another.

You couldn't believe it. These ratings were phenomenal. Just phenomenonal. You thought it was a joke, but after confirming the legitimacy of the site to yourself, your jaw drops.

"You know what this shows?" Don asks, holding the tablet to his side.

"What does it show, Don?" the mesmerised repeat left your tongue rhetorically.

"One, the network was completely right about accepting a new host this time around." he triumphantly lists,"And two, I was completely right about bringing you alongside me."

You couldn't resist the smile on your face at the beauty of how well things turned out,"Well, colour me impressed."

"It seems like our former host lost more than he bargained for." he grins, curling his arm around your neck,"You're not planning on going back to him in case he gets another season launched, are you?"

You granted him a heartless laugh, fingers reaching to his hand,"Never again."

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simplyender · 5 months

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You have a way of finding sympathetic/kind of pathetic antagonists that are clearly neurodivergent and if given the chance, would totally be better people but never really got that chance

Fern and Hordak and Spot

[Identify my Blorbos!] (putting this at the top bc I made a really long post lol)

Anyway,

[Incorrect buzzer]

You were pretty close there till you said all of these guys would totally be better people but never were given the chance, especially when you said spto Gideon Graves. My man was SO down to do evil. At his best he's harmless and pathetic. But the dude still is pretty pro-doing-terrible-things, even if its not to Scott and Ramona in specific. Could he improve? Sure! But I'm of the belief that anyone can. It sucks that he wasn't treated nicely as a teenager but like. Dude, get help. You clearly can afford it. You just don't want it/don't think you need it.

Gideon actively chose to become the CEO of G-man records and he chose to use his vast power to make a girls life a living hell purely because he felt ENTITLED to her and her love. That's fucked up!!!! Hes' a sick shit in all versions and I truly do love him for that. He and Julie really are bitch x bastard! <3

Fern and Spot both are interesting ones, as they're both cases of "they made their own choices", only, the Finn part of Fern was doing something good (reviving Prismo), he just didn't know that meant he'd become the Finnsword, and the Emissary from Beyond is....Complicated.

Spot, however...

....Look, we can theorize as much as we want about his hypothetical past and what drove him to do it (bc I doubt anybody that works at Alchemax is fully stable), but before all this shit happened to him, he CHOSE to work at Alchemax, which was a morally dubious decision at BEST. I don't think he had bad intention in the slightest however, it's just that Spot....Seems to have a bad habit of not really caring about anything else that's going on around him as long as he's getting what he wants. Negligent is the word (Funny, considering that's what he accuses Spider-Man of being). Also nobody made him go back for the dark matter, and he could have evacuated like everybody else*

Either way, both Fern and Spots actions definitely come from a place of desperation and severe emotional distress. And they're both guys that really lost their entire lives due to something out of their control**, and just weere driven to go....Way too far. They also actively decided to be bad guys because villainy provided them with the validation they needed. Hopefully Spot won't get killed off in the end like Fern did. Haha!

Hordak is definitely what you described though, because we were literally SHOWN that through the existence of Wrong Hordak! He's from a cult and heavily indocrinated with horrible beliefs that he deeply internalized, especially because of his relationship with his disability and the way Horde Prime viewed him for it. This is also seen through Entrapta, who....Yes, helped him do evil thing too. But they were adorable. And ultimately, it was her that helped him realize his worth as a person and take the step towards good (although that was a personhood thing, not a redemption arc, lol). But through proper support, Wrong Hordak was able to grow and develop in a way that Hordak just wasn't given the opportunity to, so....Yeah.

Hordak never got the chance, and Fern kept getting screwed over by the universe and his own low self esteem. But Spot made his own choices in life. He is absolutely the most selfish person out of the three.

And also. Is, yknow, the most experienced in life/an adult. (I already talked about Gideon who is the worst but like I said he doesn't even come close). Yes what happened to him was horrible, yes he didn't deserve so much mistreatment for it, but still. The chain of events started because of his own decisions until it spiralled out of his control, from where he doubled down for a variety of reasons indicating that he really needs the intervention of a trained mental health professional.

I think I went way off course here.

Sorry. Haha.

* Yes it's likely that he felt like he had to go back and save the remains of his work, might have something to do with Olivia stealing all the credit for the collider and his desperate need to be recognized. Still a bad idea though.

** Spot may have done the physical aspects of his life going to shit to himself but I'm not blaming him for the way other people treat him for what is now out of his control. It's not like he asked to be what he is, or to be mocked and lose his livelihood for it.

You get a 1.3/4 because the description is correct up to a point but it entirely fits Hordak.

SO close!

#long post #hordak #spop #fern the human #spot #atsv #gideon graves #im a little rusty on my spop and adventure times so forgive me for being incorrect at any point #apologies to my blorbos in advanced #and let me be very clear i ADORE all of these guys even if i might seem less sympathetic in areas #ultimately i sympathize w a majority of stuff abt them #life hack: dont work for evil inc #(although spot might notve KNOWN it was evil inc and by the time kingpins funding shit its like....hes not leaving unless its in a casket)#(though i doubt he would anyway. he gets to make his collider! yayyyyy)#asks n answers #the spot

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faerymeat · 4 days

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In your bio, wdym by "irl alice liddell"? Like, you look like her(which you definitely do) and/or you act like her? Or some other reason?

i mainly put it there because ppl always tell me i look like her lol 😂 but aside from looks i do have a lot in common with her. we both were sent to asylums against our will. we both have experienced psychosis and trauma. we both have a sister named Lizzie. Both our sisters named lizzie experienced the same kind of abuse that bumby put lizzie through, except in my case he did it to me too. i am older than my sister lizzie so i tried to protect her by opening up about the abuse to my mom. judging by alice's wonderland in the game, i'm assuming its made out of her own interests and things that pertain directly to her. its pretty obvious considering the heavy symbolism associated with it. based on that assumption i think its safe to say we both like bugs, teeth, etc. the vale of tears and the doll house levels are literally what the inside of my brain looks like. me and alice both tried to stop our abusers and both our abusers had other children as their victims. me and alice were both manipulated into thinking we were insane by multiple people in our lives. in my case it was my mother, doctors, and my abuser. we both love cats lol 😂 though i never received shock therapy, ppl did try to force me into receiving it because i lost the right to make my own medical decisions. i ran away before they actually could go through with the procedure. we both were abused/mistreated at mental asylums by corrupt/cruel healthcare workers. we both used opium as a "vice". we both have a toy rabbit 😂😂

its actually insane how much i have in common with her. thats why its my comfort game🖤 its really therapeutic to play a game as someone who went through the same experiences i did and be ale to get revenge on her abuser and finally begin to heal from it. because sadly my own abuser only got 3 years in prison for ruining my life and my sister's life. i have really bad anxiety/ptsd and most of my mental health issues stem from being abused as a child. I play alice: madness returns when i'm feeling upset or overwhelmed and it helps me immensely 🥰

another huge way i relate to her character is the wonderland part. like many ppl with ptsd i have always sort of retreated into my own little world when going through a traumatic experience. i even wrote stories about it and drew pictures about a place i made up when i was a kid. i would literally stay up late at night crying because i was so devastated that it wasn't real and that i was really trapped here forever😭 even as an adult i sometimes go back to that little safe spot in my brain when everything is just too much to handle mentally. 🧠⛈️

anyway, i'm sure there may even be more stuff i have in common with alice, but those are the major things i noticed when i first played alice: madness returns and american mcgee's alice🖤

#ask

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someone-you-do-not-know · 1 year

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uh, i don't know if I can even request, but

fluff about Cupid Romano falling for Spain? ITS STUPD I KNOW

Ask and you shall receive– Honestly though, sorry about the wait! I hope you like this, even if it's not the fluffiest.

Lovino hated this assignment. He hated what he did in general, but this assignment was the worst one as of yet. As a cupid, he was tasked to sort out the affairs of love and hate between humans. When someone was being mistreated, he or one of his brothers were the ones who would help the human understand what was going on, turning them to hate, and when two people were getting a little closer than usual, they were the ones to help them along, turning the budding feelings into love. Lovino hated that part. He hated this strange concept called love, which he had never himself experienced, yet was to force upon others. He often wondered if the humans even liked it, because he was absolutely sure he would not.

Now, this particular assignment was worse than the others. Usually, there was some instructions on who was meant to fall in love or hate with who, but this one time, the assignment was just a red arrow for love, and a name: Antonio Fernández Carriedo. That was the man he had been stalking following for the last month. Lovino swore he really was trying to do his job right, but this man was impossible. Every time Lovino was convinced he had found the right match for him, just as he had nocked the arrow on his bowstring, drawn the bow and taken aim–

He could not fire it off.

It was not as if there was no one to pick from. Antonio, this mortal fool, had infuriatingly many friends. Lovino had considered that loudmouth German, the blonde flirt, the pretty lady, the prissy guy Antonio attended piano recitals for, even that guy Antonio kept getting into fights with.

But every single time, Lovino could not do it. Every time, he thought that it would end in eventual heartbreak and Lovino did not want to ruin a beautiful friendship. So instead, he waited and bided his time.

As he waited, it was hard not to notice how annoying Antonio’s laugh was; he laughed a lot. His hair was always a mess, like he had never learned how to use a comb, and Lovino hated how his knees turned into goo every time Antonio smiled. Antonio was a simple man, and he led a simple life. It would be boring for Lovino to follow him without anything to focus on, so he had begun to make snide comments about the man he was supposed to find love for.

“Are you really that stupid? She’s asking you on a date,” or “If you really hate him so much, you can just stop seeing him, dumbass,” even “Stop falling for these stupid pranks, or I’ll have to do… something!”

Occasionally, Lovino took a break from failing his assignment to see his twin brother, but even then, Antonio was never far from his mind. Antonio’s ugly haircut, horrible fashion sense, and stunning green eyes which would never look at Lovino.

“Lovi, are you even listening?”

No, he had not been listening. “Feli, what the fuck do you want me to say?”

“Ve, I was just saying… are you still working on that assignment? Because I heard some of the others talk about how it shouldn’t take that long for a final assignment – you got yours before I got mine, and I already finished mine. Is your human really nasty, and that’s why you can’t find anyone for him to fall in love with?”

“Shut up!” Lovino yelled, the vehemency of his outburst surprising himself as well as his brother, “He’s not… he’s not nasty. He’s really fucking annoying though.”

“That’s more reason to finish faster, isn’t it? Then you won’t have to see him all the time.”

Lovino felt like an arrow had just plunged itself into his chest. “I’m just trying to do it right, stupid. That shit takes time.”

“Sorry… I just don’t want you to get in trouble for taking too long.”

Lovino did not particularly want to get in trouble either, and it was starting to be embarrassing. Antonio had to fall in love, and it was Lovino’s job to make it happen. Who it was, was not all that important. It was not like he could invoke everlasting love, only induce the beginnings of love – what the humans did with it. So the next time Antonio was hanging out with that blonde girl who always flirted with him, Lovino had made up his mind. He needed to get this assignment over with.

“So, Antonio, are you really sure there’s no one you like?”

Antonio smiled sheepishly, “No, there isn’t. Maybe I’m just not meant for a relationship.”

“I don’t believe that one bit. Maybe you just don’t put yourself out enough.”

“But you know how shy I am.” Antonio teased, there was nothing shy about him.

They both laughed. Antonio was a perfect target, his broad shoulders right in front of Lovino, and all Lovino had to do was let go. Antonio would fall in love with his friend, they would live out a romance of some kind, and Lovino was sure they would be happy for years and years and years. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine it, filling the arrow with good luck for Antonio’s relationship as he accepted that he would never see the human ever again.

“But you know, sometimes, it almost feels like there is. Like someone’s really close, and any second I’ll meet them. That probably sounds really stupid…”

Lovino blinked, his eyes were unfocused. He had not noticed when tears had started welling up in his eyes and running down his cheeks. If he let go, he would never see Antonio again. Never. It was so final in his mind. He hated being around Antonio, but he hated the thought of never seeing him again even more. Seeing Antonio and that girl laugh and joke and smile made something ugly rear its head within him, and all of this felt so sudden. He had spent months and months observing Antonio, looking at him, learning about him, but Antonio did not even know he existed. “… Look at me! Fucking– just once, would you fucking look at me?”

Antonio could not hear him nor could he see him, cupids were invisible to the human senses. Even so, something had made Antonio turn around, facing the direction where Lovino stood with his bow outstretched. He was looking right through Lovino, and the arrow in Lovino’s heart plunged itself deeper in as Antonio saw right through him. Being treated like air, because that was what he was to humans, hurt so much when it was Antonio who did it.

Was this what he made the humans feel?

He was not sure, but he wanted those eyes to look at him, and that voice to call his name. With a swift movement, he took the arrow meant for Antonio off his bowstring and snapped it against his knee. It broke in two with ease. He could never finish this assignment, and he knew it. The strange uneasy feeling in his gut finally seemed to settle itself with that realisation.

He knew looking at Antonio and never being seen by him would never be enough, but continuing to be air was not enough either. That same evening, Lovino had made up his mind, he knew what he wanted. Ruffling the feathers of his left wing one last time, stretching and folding it, he prepared himself for what would happen next – what it would be like to fall. Sucking in a last breath as a cupid, he tightened his grip around the skin connecting his left wing to his shoulder blade, and said his goodbyes.

…

No longer able to pass through walls, he took a deep breath to prepare himself before ringing the doorbell. He was sure he looked pathetic, standing in his cupid clothing with blood still dripping from his left shoulder blade, but he did not care about any of that. He could barely feel the pain as his wish was turning him human, rapidly disguising his remaining wing. He hoped for the best.

The door swung open, and Antonio saw him.

#aph romano #hetalia #spamano #aph spain #thank you for the ask! <3 #excitedexci #There's some references to ancient vocaloid lore at the end but don't worry about it #I just wanted to reference Alluring Secret ~Black Vow~#It doesn't mean it'll end badly #Also it's not stupid I thought it was a really sweet idea

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maxframe · 2 years

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The future of sex

As in Kathryn Bigelow's film title, we are living "Strange Days". We have spent many years living under an education that has marked the path to follow in terms of our sexual relationships, branding as strange, even illness, anything that did not fit into the established dogma.

Currently, we are living a true revolution in terms of sexual and emotional relationships between human beings. Sexually, we are in an era of uninhibited behavior, where respect is established for all sexual tendencies and activities between humans (always within the "law"). This leads us to discover ourselves in terms of our desires and sexual activities, with no restriction dictated by established morality.

On the other hand, due to how we relate to each other through technology, we are experiencing a disconnection from reality, from life in society, focusing more and more on our ego, our needs, and the satisfaction of our appetites. This leads us to a point where the affective and sexual relationships between human beings are moving away from what we have traditionally been taught. The concept of sexual relationships as a means and purpose of the reproduction and survival of the human species, as well as the concept of the traditional family, is fading away in a new social fabric marked by individualism.

That is why we currently express our sexuality openly, as a source of satisfaction, without having to bear the social burdens that have always been associated with it. On the other hand, we are also living in an important moment in terms of the development of artificial intelligence, as an entity capable of managing and handling huge amounts of information much faster than any human being could.

Cybernetics and genetics are also advancing by leaps and bounds, on a direct collision course with artificial intelligence. When artificial intelligence can control and reside in a cybernetic or robotic entity, we will be facing a new species that will share and compete in our society.

At this point, and as has already been demonstrated with the affective relationships that have been created with some artificial intelligences, sexual relationships with machines are just a matter of time. Because the machine will not question you, it will not feel offended, it will know what you like, and its sole purpose will be to satisfy you. The machine will not judge your appetites, and will always be willing to satisfy you. The only limit to pleasure will be your own will, because the machine never has limits.

And so, we will arrive at sex with the machine, at obtaining pre-programmed pleasure and individual exploration of sexual pleasure, without depending on the limitations or judgments of anyone.

Thanks to the generation of photorealistic images with digital intelligence, I can explore a possible future, in which the boundary between flesh, metal, and plastic merge into one, seeking the most basic pleasure of the human being in its own satisfaction. Sex with the machine.

Welcome to the most intimate side of cyberpunk.

All the images have been generated using Stable Diffusion, in different modes. No real person images have been used as a seed, so any resemblance to real people will be purely coincidental. No artificial intelligence has been mistreated or subjected to any kind of abuse to obtain the images. They have been obtained through friendly and respectful prompts. Some of the presented images may be offensive or disturbing. But human actions in intimacy tend to be more disturbing than we are led to believe. If you consider yourself a sensitive and traditional person, it is better to look away. That does not mean that it will not happen, or that it is not already happening.

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zhonglis-wifey · 3 years

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I see nothing here so am a just request 🕴️

If nsfw is allowed then can we get a sub dottore x dom reader that uses a dildo 🕴️

If nsfw isn't allowed then can we get a tired crying dottore x comforting reader 🕴️

hi 🕴️ anon! i don't do nsfw but i'll definitely do ur sfw request!!! i really love dottore lol. little disclaimer for this one: i'm not condoning dottore's actions, just writing a perspective on them from someone who sees nothing wrong with the terrible things they do! and i'm not romanticizing suicide either. i wrote this with my own experiences with suicidal ideation in mind.

also sorry i haven't written anything in a while! i've been so busy with school and general life stuff!!!

TW: suicidal thoughts, human experimentation, demonization of mental health issues

Word Count: 1594

the outside - il dottore x reader

dottore is smart. too smart for his own good, really. he can tell how much people don't like him. for as long as he can remember, everyone has treated him as an outsider, as someone who didn't fit in with the rest. as much as he'd like to say it didn't bother him, it did.

he often wondered if he was destined to merely exist on the outside while everyone else got to live on the inside. dottore would never forget the day he was exiled from his hometown for his "inhumane" scientific pursuits. it wasn't like he was planning on doing all that stuff he brought up. he was just explaining his ideas without any intentions of bringing them to reality.

in the academia, dottore was shunned by his peers and educators. "monster," they called him. like before, all he wanted was to hypothetically explore his morbid curiosity. he couldn't control his thoughts, nor could he stop giving them so much attention when they consumed his being to such an extent. dottore joined the academia because he thought it would be an accepting, educational community. yet, there he learned the true nature of humankind and its inherently judgmental instincts.

madman, evil, sadist, monster? fine, he'd show them a monster.

even when dottore thought he'd found a home with the fatui, he still felt alone. no matter how successful his ventures were in the eyes of his beloved tsaritsa, people throughout the organization still viewed him as a strange outsider, someone not to be trusted.

"be careful around dottore," he once overheard an experienced agent say to a new cicin mage, "something's not right with him."

"really? what's wrong with him?" the mage inquired, growing increasingly more concerned as the agent spoke to her.

dottore heard the agent sigh. "what's not wrong with him? he's just... not all there in the head, you know?"

after overhearing the lower-ranking fatui talk about him so negatively, dottore developed a habit of locking himself in his laboratory for days or weeks at a time. the less he had to interact with others, the better. dottore told himself that it was for everyone's benefit, anyway; he was protecting himself from the heartbreak of being mistreated, and he was protecting the outside world from his fanatical ideas and odd behavior.

dottore had never considered that he may "not be all there in the head" until he started hiding away from the rest of the world. the longer he was gone, the more he felt his sanity slip away. 'what little left of it i have,' he would wonder. even if something was wrong with him, why did that mean he had to be treated so poorly? just because he was different didn't mean he deserved all of this... right?

you joined the fatui out of necessity. you had been struggling financially and had no choice left but to join the fatui to keep a roof over your head. you didn't agree with the fatui's operations, but what choice did you have? you could either give up your morals or give up your life. the easier decision was obvious.

you had no vision or combat experience, so the tsaritsa delegated you to various odd jobs and clerical work. your least favorite job was delivering messages between the tsaritsa and the harbingers. you only met three of the harbingers so far, but from your brief yet frequent interactions with them, you assumed all of them had to be bad. scaramouche would always belittle you for taking so long to deliver a message and just generally treat you as subhuman. la signora simply behaved as if you weren't human or subhuman, just a nonexistent entity. and tartaglia... was terrible. for lack of a better word, you hated him. his cocky attitude and incessant flirting made you want to punch him in the face.

so, when the tsaritsa asked you to relay a request for more delusions to il dottore, the elusive and psychotic harbinger, you braced yourself for the worst.

you knocked on the door to his laboratory gingerly, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the monster you'd been warned of. but the door never opened. you knocked again, louder this time, but still, there was no response. you inhaled nervously, knowingly, as you pushed the door open, unsolicited.

the scene before you wasn't as frightening as people had made it seem. it was less scary, more... what was the right word? sad, you settled on. there were barely any lights in the windowless room you entered, shrouding the scattered documents and multicolored vials in darkness. the mess made it clear that dottore was often hard at work but never found the time (or energy) to clean it up.

head in his hands as he sat disparagingly at his desk, dottore eyed a vial of white liquid on an askew shelf. the liquid was a little side project he started outside of the tsaritsa's requests meant to take away his pain. while he was sure he was capable of remedying physical injuries, dottore couldn't figure out how to heal his emotional suffering. the vial contained a large amount of poison, enough to kill someone. dottore created it months ago and kept electing to not drink it, but with every passing moment, it became more and more tempting.

dottore felt his hands become wet beneath his eyes. he'd seen people cry before, but never experienced it himself. sometimes dottore wondered if he simply lacked the ability to cry at all, but now, he knew that all it took was to be pushed too far.

dottore heard you open the door but didn't say anything. he didn't move, paralyzed by his overwhelming thoughts. he'd be doing the world a favor if he killed himself. he'd rid teyvat of the monster he knew he truly was. he wouldn't have to exist on the outside anymore. after all, how can you live on the outside if you're not alive at all?

"i apologize if i'm disturbing you, sir," you started gently, trying not to anger the infamous harbinger. "the tsaritsa sent me to tell you that she needs you to manufacture 50 more delusions within the month."

he lifted his head to look at you. you were clearly scared: hands fidgeting in one another's hold, gaze refusing to meet his own, breathing labored, and refusing to step any closer into the room. dottore wondered if he appeared the same way. he felt just as terrified of himself as he was sure you were of him.

"thank you," he responded quietly, voice hoarse from disuse. "i'll get started on that soon."

you were dumbfounded. wasn't this the guy that everyone told you to avoid? wasn't this the man that spoke of experimenting on his own kind? you fully expected him to forcefully push you away like signora or berate you like scaramouche, but he didn't. you hadn't met him before this, though, so what could have possibly caused people to be so cautious of him?

you nodded incredulously. "you're welcome, sir," you answered, now significantly less terrified of him.

"you can just call me dottore," he suggested lightly. he doubted he'd run into you often enough for his name to even matter to you, but... but nothing. you wouldn't come back. you wouldn't be his friend. you wouldn't care about him. you'd cast him aside just like everyone else.

"right, dottore," you corrected. he felt his heart swell with joy when you spoke his name. "do you mind if i ask you something?"

oh, no. you were going to lecture him about how strange he was, right? you had to be preparing him for a long rant about how bizarre and evil he was. dottore had seen it all before: what's wrong with you? why are you like this? why can't you just be normal? he wasn't sure if he could take it again.

you took his silence as a yes. "why is everyone so afraid of you? everyone always says you're dangerous, but i've never seen any proof of that... and i know we just met, but you seem normal..."

unlike earlier when tears breached his eyes without warning, dottore felt himself holding them back again. he wanted to cry. he wanted to cry, he was normal. that was all dottore ever wanted to hear.

dottore couldn't hold back his tears. he didn't think he had to anymore. finally, after all these years, he found someone who didn't think he was a monster, someone who belonged on the outside.

you panicked when he started crying. you tried your best to diffuse the situation before all those warnings came true. "s— dottore, i'm sorry if i offended you! i didn't mean t—"

"no, no, it's not that," he cut you off before you could falsely incriminate yourself. you didn't even have to look at him to know he was smiling, you could simply hear it in his voice. "i've waited all my life to hear someone say that."

you would find an answer to your question another time. right now, dottore's emotions were too high for you to get any solid information out of him. honestly, you didn't really care to know anymore. all you wanted now was to make sure that he felt like he had someone. you weren't sure what overcame you, but you felt the need to shelter him from the horrible things others would say about him. dottore was just misunderstood, and you were suddenly interested in being seemingly the first to understand him.

#dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #il dottore #dottore #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Tiny Treasures | JJK x Reader | 💜🐾(☁️)🔞

Commission for @eyerin !! Thank you sm for that request! 💖

Want to request too? Take a look at my ko-fi then! (ko-fi.com/bonnykookoo)

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Hybrid!Reader

Genre: hybrid AU, non-idol!AU, Web-Designer!Jungkook, bunny hybrid!Reader, featuring Taehyung: your local scatterbrain (TM)

Warnings: absolute fluff, it’s cotton candy I swear, so soft, so sweet, oh lord, reader is shy and sweet, Jungkook is whipped, he’s so sweet with her ugh, this is now my official emotional support Koo, some mentions of past abuse/neglect, did I mention that kook is whipped, because his heart go boom boom whenever reader so much as BREATHES, strength kink (hint), your local praise and size kink say hi as well, no smut would you believe it, possibly future parts? I dont know I just love them okay

Summary: Jungkook was a hopeless romantic believing in love at first sight- and then there was you, a bunny experiencing the tiny treasures of life for the first time. Together, with him.

It's busy in Jungkooks apartment- something thats unusual, considering that technically, the young man lives alone, doesn't really fuck around, and works at home as well ever since he took on the job as a web-designer. There was no reason to cause such an amount of stress in his home- other than the simple fact of his best friend currently pacing around, steps so fast and hard that Jungkook scared his flooring would soon melt underneath the older ones shoes he didn't take off in a rush. There were bags on his couch, bags on his counter, and a backpack somewhere in his living room- all because of;

"Okay so, she's okay with eating almost everything BUT!" Taehyung holds his finger up as if he's lecturing a child in front of him- which he's not, Jungkook is a full grown adult at this point, and looks at him unimpressed with furrowed brows as his older friend lists up things he needs to keep in mind for the hybrid he's looking after for the day. "Please make sure she's hydrated, she tends to forget to drink during the day. If she does and gets a headache there's medication in the bag that I've put on the couch- you've seen it right? Should I show you again?" He stresses, and Jungkook holds his friend's shoulders for a moment.

"Can you like, breathe for a moment please?" He says, and Taehyung nods, following the instructions for a moment before Jungkook continues. "Okay great. Now that you're not hyperventilating anymore I can tell you that yes, I've seen the bag-" He says, pointing towards the couch that's littered with so many things it seems like he's giving the hybrid up for adoption today instead of just dropping her off until tomorrow. "Second of all, I've taken care of Yoongi before and he's still alive, what's so different? Just because she's a bunny- or was it hare- wait is there a difference..?" Jungkook drawls off, suddenly thinking and not quite remembering if he's ever quite asked himself the difference of these two things. Taehyung however seems offended by that.

"Jungkook, she's a BUNNY, not a hare! That's a HUGE difference!" He whines out, and Jungkook looks at him a bit sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Oh god maybe I shouldn't go, this is a bad idea.." He says, already taking out his phone to cancel the date he has tonight, but jungkook holds the elders friend before he can make that mistake. Taehyung was a busy man, running a hybrid rehabilitation center in Seoul and Daegu- while talking to Busan's department for partnership. He really loves his job- but sometimes he gets too invested in it, just like now. He's finally got a date for himself after years of being alone; but he almost shot the poor woman down when he remembered that you, a newly rescued hybrid was staying at his home- something he never did before. Sure, he had taken over the rehabilitation of hybrids before, but he had never ever taken a case home with him. But after meeting you, seeing you, and knowing what you've been put through, his heart simply couldn't leave you at the shelter- even though he knew that it was probably the best place to be for you. But he had done what he had done now- there was no turning back with you. He couldn't leave you alone yet, so Jungkook had volunteered to look after you for the day and night, until Taehyung would pick you up the next day. The younger one had always looked after Yoongi, a cat hybrid later on adopted by Jung Hoseok, a friend of both of them; so he personally felt good about taking you in.

It was just for a day- what could go wrong?

"Come on, don't you trust me? Or is she like, super aggressive or something?" Jungkook asks, and Taehyung sighs. He hasn't told the younger one much about you, believing it was bad karma to talk about others when they weren't present. Yet this time he'd have to make an exception- because Jungkook needed to know at least some things about you and where you came from. Everything else would be unfair.

Taehyung sighed. "She's a category 3, so she's still recovering from her past home. She's just.. super shy and timid, and gets scared pretty easily so, I'm just terrified Jungkook. I know you don't want to cause any harm, but what if something happens and she just falls back? She's come so far these days, you should've seen her when I got her.." He said, and Jungkook looked at him- the eyes of the younger serious, reminding Taehyung that deep inside, he was more than just a schoolfriend. "When she got to me, she didn't even know how to use cutlery Kook. She.." But Jungkook smiled, placing a hand to his friend's shoulder in reassurance.

"I get it. I'll do my best, okay?" He says. "I promise I'll call you as soon as something's up, okay?" He says, and Taehyung nods. With a small wave he leaves the apartment to pick you up from the shelter- and Jungkook, in exchange, began to rummage through the plastic bags Taehyung had dumped onto his couch.

He was familiar with hybrids to some degree- he never really had owned one, and neither did his family. He knew that his brother owned a dog hybrid, but he had yet to bring him to family gatherings; Jungkook had never seen the puppy hybrid himself. His parents however said that she was nice, and Jungkook never really had any bad experiences with them. He sometimes visited Taehyung at work and conversed with some of the more chatty hybrids.

He was familiar with caring for them to some degree. As already stated before, he'd looked after 'grumpy-cat' Yoongi a lot back in the days when he was still in the center for rehabilitation. Jungkook knew about their different preferences in food, and their different behaviors. He, sadly, also knew about the mistreatment most of the hybrids went through before getting to the center into Taehyungs and his Staff's care- and he always hated it. The stories he sometimes heard made him sleepless during the night, made him research donation websites just to cleanse his mind for the moment.

But it only ever lasted until the next case would turn up at Taehyung's doorstep.

Quite frankly, Jungkook didn't know what he'd expected. After all, he'd never seen you in person, he simply went after Taehyungs description of you, but what was now standing at his door, was something that erased any thought he may had prior to opening it.

You were so.. delicate? Cute? He's never used the word 'cute' for a person before, because he simply thought aegyo and all of that was something girls put up for a facade of innocence. He hated that with a passion, cringing any time he saw it- yet there was, in his opinion, no other word that described you better. You were just as shy as Taehyung said, yet you forced yourself to bow a little as a greeting, taking a small step back however when Jungkook snapped out of his thoughts and opened the door fully to step aside. He threw a smile your way, hoping it could ease your nerves a little- and it seemed to work, because he saw your lips turn a bit upwards into a shy smile.

He felt as if he'd just won a ranked overwatch match against the seoul dynasty.

"Okay, I'm gonna pick you up tomorrow ASAP, okay? Are you gonna be fine here?" Taehyung asked you, and you looked over his shoulder- your bright eyes meeting Jungkooks, who was leaning against his kitchen counter, smiling boyishly while waving a little. It made you feel okay; he seemed nice enough, and after all, any friend of Taehyungs was a friend of yours. He'd taught you that. So you nodded, and Taehyung smiled, patting your head for a moment, your ears flopping to the sides before standing upright again after his hand left you. He waved goodbye and seemed a bit reluctant to leave- but you knew that Taehyung was excited for his date. He'd talked about nothing else these past days, and it made you happy to see him so giddy over something.

"So." Jungkook started, his voice fitting him, you thought. He looked fit, and comfortable to you- his oversized sweater probably big enough for you to hide in. Wait- what was that thought?! You averted your eyes immediately, ears shyly drooping backwards as you began to shuffle your fluffy socks on his wooden floor, the laminate suddenly super interesting. "Taehyung said you should have a nice healthy dinner- but I may forgot to buy groceries, so, is it okay for you to tag along?" He asked. "You can choose what you want to eat while we're at it, too." He said, and you perked up at that.

"I can?" You asked, ears slowly moving into a more confident position again, and he smiled at that achievement.

"Sure!" He exclaimed, and walked towards the door, grabbing his jacket, before he looked at you. You were staring at something- and as he followed your gaze, he saw your shoes. Simple sneakers in colors that fit your current clothes, but, was he connecting the dots correctly? He didn't want to offend you in case you were simply deep in thought, so he simply waited, slipping on his own shoes, as he watched you out of the corner of his eyes.

You really were struggling to tie your shoes.

So he simply sat down on the small step that divided his entrance from the rest of his apartment, and tapped the top of his knee. "Come here, I'll help." He said, and your eyes widened, shaking your head.

"I'll- I'll get your pants dirty.." You said worriedly, but Jungkook shook his head again.

"Don't worry about that." He said, and you hesitantly placed your shoe on his knee with just the very tip- something that made him smile a bit before he placed it down properly, tying the laces quickly.

"Sorry." You apologized, but he shook his head yet again as he tied the other.

"It's fine." He simply said, before you both got up, going outside. "Do you, uhm.." He began, nervously picking on the slight fuzz of his skin against his chin before he finished, by holding his hand out. "You know, so you don't, accidentally get lost or something. Taehyung would kill me." He laughed, and you blushed, before hesitantly taking his larger hand, holding it as he walked to the nearby grocery store with you.

Inside, it was busy as usual- but Taehyung typically didn't take you out during these hours, something about you maybe becoming overloaded by sensations and sounds. You've never been to a grocery like this before though- because while yes, it was a lot, Jungkooks hand never left yours even for a second. He calmly explained things you seemed interested in, and his entire presence calmed you down, even though you didn't really know him at all.

But your instincts were telling you that he was a good person; and until now, they had never been wrong.

"So, which one do you like?" He asked, pulling you from your thoughts as you were drifting off a little. He smiled at you, while you were looking at the shelves, pointing towards a pack of ramen. You've never tried it, but you had been interested when you saw them at Taehyungs place once or twice- however, back then you had been too shy to ask if you could maybe try it sometimes. "Hmm.. you sure about this one? It's pretty spicy sweetheart." He said, letting the petname slip as your ear flinched a bit into his direction, eyes widening a bit. Taehyung sometimes called you sweetheart as well- but somehow, in some weird way, it made you feel all tingly inside hearing it from Jungkook. "Uhm.. maybe, I can buy this one, and this chicken flavoured one- you can taste mine, and if you like it, we can switch. Okay?" He explained, and you nodded, not really listening anymore as you looked at him with an almost fascinated expression.

Taehyung had told you he had never truly taken care of a female hybrid, let alone a rehab-case such as you were. But he seemed so nice, so sweet, it was hard to imagine him not owning a hybrid- or being single. While Taehyung had never outright said that Jungkook was, you assumed so by the hints you noticed here and there. No other scent than his in his home, and you also remember Taehyung teasing the younger yesterday over the phone, saying something that at least Taehyung was getting himself some dating action.

For some weird reason, knowing that Jungkook didn't have a partner made you feel nice.

But then you remembered his words. "But- what will you eat if I eat yours?" You ask, and he shrugs.

"We'll simply switch then. I don't mind." He says, placing both packs in the shopping cart as you watched him. Your old home hadn't been too kind to you, yet you still didn't know anything else than the treatment you got back there. It was still new to you how easy going some people were, how much freedom you actually had. You've seen kids on swings last week, and a girl feeding a stray cat in an alleyway. Those were things you've never seen before.

"Okay, now the fun part." He says, and you look up at him, his head nodding towards something specific.

Icecream.

Your eyes widened seeing all the different packages and flavours, making your ears droop a bit in confusion. You were lost; what should you choose? You didn't know any of these except some flavors Taehyung had at his house. Jungkook, already connecting the dots, opens one of the doors. "Do you like fruity things? I personally like mild flavors, like vanilla." He says, picking a box of two separate containers. "How about this one?" He asks, and you nod excitedly.

"Yes please.!" You say, pretty much vibrating on the spot as Jungkook places the box into the cart, making an elderly lady next to the two of you chuckle.

"So sweet. And great manners too!" She says, before a hybrid walks up to her; his bright orange badge showing that the dog hybrid was a service worker. "Take good care of her, young man, yes?" She says, and Jungkook nods, squeezing your hand a little tighter as you both watch the lady getting escorted towards the cashiering section.

Jungkook had honestly never really thought about taking care of his own hybrid. He always worried that his friend's teasing was actually real- that he was too immature to quite take care of another living being except his own. Depp down he knew of course that he was capable of that, but insecurities sometimes still bit at his soul from the inside. He couldn't do much about that- he was a hopeless person in that department; still believing in love at first sight, and that human-hybrid relationships are nothing weird.He secretly loved romantic dramas, read shōjo mangas at the bookstore whenever he was too scared to buy them- afraid of being teased for it. He hated perfumes, enjoyed soft smells and fabrics, and even knew how to braid hair. He may looked like a typical muscle-head; with nothing filling his brain apart from protein powder and the need to work out and survive off of energy drinks and leftover cup noodles, but that wasn't really who he was. He simply liked to take care of himself, nothing more. He didn't work out for anyone but himself.

For some reason he enjoyed taking care of you like this. You were so sweet, so cute, that he couldn't help but already feel a little protective of you- that fact having only little to do with Taehyung. Maybe he simply needed a small push into the right direction to finally experience what it was like to have a hybrid, to test out what it was like to live with one.

But he didn't just want a hybrid, he noticed as he watched you carefully place the items of the shopping cart on the cash register, just like he'd asked you to do-

He wanted you.

He could feel someone staring at him. It was like it was piercing his neck, like laser dots on his skin, and it should freak him out like nothing else if it wasn't for the fact that he knew it couldn't be any other than you. He looked at the pot he was putting water in, the reflection showing your form sneakily watching him from the entrance of the kitchen. He chuckled. "Hm.." He began, dramatically sighing. "I wish there was a certain sweet bunny hybrid here to help me cook.. but I guess she's too busy.." He hummed, as he made sure the water in the pot was enough for one pack, before he turned around, your form now standing a few steps behind him. "Oh?" He said, acting surprised as you shyly smiled.

"Can I help.?" You asked, and he nodded, patting the counter to which you walked, squeaking cutely as he simply turned you around with gentle hands, lifting you up to sit between the stove on one side, and the sink on the other. You'd somehow come to the conclusion already that he was quite strong- but the short taste you got of his strength made your heart race a little. It was instinctively, really; your kind looked for partners with certain attributes, after all. They were supposed to protect you and your offspring at some point- even though that part made you look at your knees in shame, before Jungkook snapped you out of your thoughts before they could sway.

"Can you open the packages for me?" He asks, and you nod, taking them out of his hands and opening the foil carefully. You take out the still hard noodles before the flavor pack falls out, slapping on the floor as it falls down out of your hand. Jungkook however doesn't scold you- simply picks it up and gives it to you, and you look at him for a moment- watching him for any indication that he's mad. But he's not.

It's as if nothing had happened.

So you put the flavor pack and tiny oil package on top of the noodle blocks, so carefully Jungkook has to force himself not to just simply scream from how concentrated you look doing something so simple. "When the water boils, like, when it bubbles a lot, you can put these packs in, alright?" He says, and you nod, as if he's giving you instructions on how to prepare for war. He can't help himself at that moment, grinning so hard his dimples show as he reaches out to pet your head.

It's a little like Taehyung, but it feels a lot different.

With Taehyung, while you do feel safe and comfortable around him, and it feels nice, it's not at all like Jungkook. The younger one makes your heart race. He makes your pride swell, and your eyes sparkle- it's as if you've been given an award for the greatest achievement ever. You almost whine when he lets go.

So you later on put the packs into the boiling water with so much precision, immediately seeking his approval right after, to which he smiles at you. "Good job, Bunny." He says, and pets your head, absentmindedly moving the palm of his hand from the top of your head to instead cradle your cheek. Its such a soft and gentle touch that you almost go limp- closing your eyes and leaning into it. He only notices that when he looks back from the pots- now turned down a bit to a simmer as to not overcook- and his heart surely bursts in that moment.

You look so.. there's no word in Jungkooks head to properly describe the view he has, that image of you in front of him. He can't help himself- begins to trace his thumb against the soft skin, watching your ears relax and flop down. He can't imagine that someone like you could ever be done harm to; and while he doesn't know much about your past, he's sure it hadn't been pretty. It makes him want to just keep you right here, in his apartment, close to him, where he can make sure no one could ever cause you to be upset.

Both of you are abruptly pulled out of your thoughts by his phone ringing, the device so badly placed that it falls down to the floor after vibrating a few seconds. "Fuck!" He exclaims, picking it up and sighing in relief when it turns out to still be without damage. He takes on the call, and on the other side of the line, is Taehyung. He greets his younger friend, instantly asking him if you're okay- if you've eaten yet, drank anything, if you're homesick- all in one breath, it seems. Jungkook chuckles, simply placing a hand on your knee, thumb again tracing a pattern he's unsure of what its supposed to be. The warmth seeps into your skin through the fabric of your clothing. He smiles at you, and for the first time, maybe because you're feeling so.. smitten with him, you smile back. Not just a shy little lift of your lips, but a full on beaming smile, making his hand reach out to brush along your ear- internally gasping at how soft the fur is. How can something be this soft?! "Taehyung, she's fine. We're making ramen right now, she helped me cook, and afterwards we're gonna have icecream and watch a movie or something." He explains, and Taehyung claps back with something along the lines of 'but don't let her have the spicy stuff, she can't handle that-' but the younger one doesn't listen that much anymore. "Yeah yeah, listen, we're fine. Go get your girl, jesus." He laughs, and Taehyung chuckles as well, hanging up after reminding him to get you to bed at a reasonable time- as if you're a child he's taking care of.

Because that's the thing. You're not a child- and in Jungkooks eyes, you're not a pet. You're so sweet and easily interested in the simplest of things, he can't help but wonder if you had any hobbies. Did you like video games? Or drawing? Were you into books- hell, could you even read? He wanted to know so much more about you than just those tiny breadcrumbs of info he had gotten from Taehyung. He dearly hoped that maybe, maybe you would like to see him again after leaving tomorrow. He really hoped.

And as you ate, shaking your head at Jungkooks spicy ramen after tasting the broth a little from his spoon (which he did make sure to blow on as to not have you burn your tongue, bless his heart), he really did hope.

He really hoped that maybe, you felt just as happy around him as he felt around you.

It seemed that going grocery shopping, cooking, and eating icecream had taken its toll on you. Your eyes were practically falling shut every few seconds, yet you tried to stay awake as much as possible. Jungkook smiled at you, brushing some hair back before he moved your shoulder a bit. "Hey, bunny?" He asked, and you nodded, humming a noise of yes, you heard him. He chuckled. "You'll have to get up baby. I have to prepare the couch for you." Typically, it would be normal to give a guest the bed- if he was being a gentleman. But that was what he was being; because his couch was the most comfortable thing in his entire apartment for that matter. Yet maybe it was the sleep inside your bones making you drowsy, but you shook your head. "Hm?" He asks, and you suddenly move.

You shuffle around, suddenly hugging him tightly, head hidden in his chest as you rub your nose against the soft fabric of his shirt for a moment. "Don't wanna." You complain, and he swears he dies and gets ressurected all at once seven times in total at your next words. "Wanna sleep with 'koo." You drawl, and he knows he should not let you. You're not thinking clearly- but he can't deny you anything when you're like this, it seems. You've got him wrapped around your little finger, tightly, with no chance of escape.

So he gently picks you up after turning off the TV, bringing you to his bedroom, where he puts you on the bed, your tired form struggling to stay seated. He picks out a shirt of his to wear, and a pair of your shorts out of your backpack Taehyung has left for you. "Sweetheart, can you change for me?" He asks, and you simply let yourself playfully fall ontop of his mattress, making him sigh. You're going to be the death of me. "Oh really now?" He says, before he crawls over you, with the intention to tickle you a little awake- but he stops in his tracks. In fact, time seems to stop as well, as your eyes stare at him, so big and full of wonder he almost can't stop himself from looking at your lips.

But its you who shyly- and so quickly he almost doesnt catch it- pecks his lips before sneakily slipping out his grasp, taking your clothes with you into the bathroom, leaving him on the bed. He sits down, touching his lips for a second, absolutely unsure if he'd just experienced this, or if he had just had a fever dream of some sorts.

It's only when he notices you don't emerge from the bathroom, that he moves. He gently knocks at the wooden door, asking for you, but you don't answer. "I'm gonna open the door, okay?" He says, and does so seconds after, spotting you sitting on the tiled floor- now dressed in his sweater and your shorts, ready for bed. He notices however how you're hiding in the sweater- the hood covering your ears, while your hands shield your face. "Whats wrong?" He asks as he squats down in front of you, his hands gently pulling yours away from your face. You're not crying, thank god, but the look on your face speaks entire novels about how embarrassed you feel.

"M'sorry." You say, and pout, and he shakes his head.

"Don't be." He simply answers, helping you stand up after a moment. "Why do you feel bad?" He asks, and you shrug your shoulders.

"I just.." You start, but suddenly your eyes grow glossy. "I miss Taehyung-" You say, and Jungkook's heart drops for a moment. "-but I also don't wanna go home tomorrow." You finish, and Jungkook blinks twice, before he looks at you, confused. You didn't want to leave? Him? "I.. no, it's fi-"

"Say it." He demands- its not harsh, its not even loud, its almost just a whisper, tuneless words pressed out in a breath of air. "Don't keep it in- say it." He prompts you, and you swallow, not looking at him.

"I wanna stay with you." You say.

And he swears, the pain in his heart was the sweetest he'd ever felt.

The next day, after breakfast, Jungkook and you sit on his living room floor, him teaching you how to build a rubber powered plane- the one's he used to make as a kid. He'd kept a kit in his apartment back when he moved out of his family home but never got around to really use it. It was the perfect opportunity for you to enjoy the things you had missed out on in your life. He loved the way you so intensely watching his every move as he showed you how to put the pieces together. "And that's gonna fly?" You ask curiously, leaning over a bit as to get a better look at it.

"Hmhm." He says, holding it up, before giving it to you. "Here, turn this part until you can't anymore." He says, and you start twisting it for a while. "Don't worry, you can't break it." He says when you hesitate a little. He highly doubts you'll be able to snap the rubber band. "Tight?" He asks, checking, before he nods, standing up. "Lets go fly it outside!" He says, opening the glass door to the small backyard of his apartment. "And- Go!" he says, and you throw it just how he showed you minutes prior; letting it fly for a good moment before it landed.

"It flew!" You exclaimed happily, and he laughed as well, congratulating you as if you had just won a competition. He held you tightly to his body for a moment after you had jumped into his arms- and that was how you just stood there for a moment, simply existing, holding each other. For you, this was a moment of realizing that no, you're not alone. You're not useless, you're not just a pet, you're not just existing for someone's enjoyment. You had this one person at your side now, someone you could count on, someone to make you feel safe. And for him? Weirdly enough, he felt like the male lead of a romantic drama show- finally getting the happy ending he always craved in his life. He never knew what exactly he always wanted from his time here on earth. Was it success? Was it money? A big apartment, a nice home, a lot of friends? No, it was building a blanket fort with you in his living room. It was going to the grocery store with you, protecting you from big dogs that scared you, or holding you during the night. Every cheesy romantic thing he could imagine, now always featured you in his head; and it just, fit. It fit perfectly.

You fit into his life just perfectly.

It's later that day when Taehyung picks you up that he realizes that yes, he's positively in love with you. Because how can he not fall in love with those glistening eyes, hand waving goodbye for now because of course he can't just keep you like he wants to. There's paperwork involved, and your things need to be moved to his place- all of that needing to wait for social services to check his home, so that they can make sure he's really the right fit for you. It's then that he finally lets everything sink in, finally lets him think about what's going to happen, whats going to change.

And for the first time, he couldn't wait for it. He couldn't wait for things to change.

Jungkook baked you a small cake for your welcoming into his home- finally yours as well, as you hug Taehyung for the last time, the older friend waving before the door closes, Jungkooks arms instantly pulling your back into his chest. He leans his head down, kissing your shoulder, before he runs his sensitive lips over the so unbelievably soft fur of your ears. Three weeks had passed, yet to him it had felt like an entire year. Jungkook was sometimes impatient, and waiting had been pure torture for him. So now, as he was finally able to hold you again, he felt his entire stress vaporize into nothingness.

You giggled, before turning around, hugging him fully, and rubbing your face into his sweater, as if to get your scent onto him. Which was exactly your plan- after all, he was your human now, officially yours, so everyone should know that. The rumble in his chest that was his chuckle made you smile widely, grinning as you looked up at him, chin resting on his chest.

Oh may god have mercy on his soul!

He leaned downwards, finally capturing your lips with his, the first real long kiss to be shared between the two of you. Both of you melted into the sweet gesture, your ears falling down lazily as he showered you in affection; kisses to your nose, your cheeks, and your lips again. He continued until the corners of your eyes gathered tears from laughing so much.

This was how you were supposed to be. You were never supposed to cry because you were upset-

the only tears you should ever have to shed, should be tears of happiness.

(c) Bonny-Kookoo. Please do not translate, re-post or claim as your own. Thank you for reading- and please stay happy and healthy.

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That is a long read btw, put your seatbelts on.

I feel like what Encanto is doing amazingly (at least from my perspective) is that it allows the viewers to somehow experience so many emotions, even these that you actually never personally experienced. I’m feeling all these shrimp emotions and they break me apart. Maybe that is what is the most compelling about this movie and why I surprised myself and clung to it so strongly. The overlapping, simultaneously heartbreaking as they are heartwarming themes, the fact that it is an extremely accurate depiction of life, that it’s representational not only culturally but also universally.

Now, let me be clear on that before any accusations of “white person who doesn’t understand that this movie is a representation of Latino community”. I do, but that’s the whole point; its speaking about generational trauma, about being forced to flee your home because of war, it speak about tight extended family and expectations that immigrant family members might imprint on their children. And its amazing to watch honestly, there is more than enough movies about white people; I love that Disney created something that is so tightly representational for other cultures. Something that kids could look up to and see themselves in it; that should be the norm.

But there are other things that make this movie so greatly universal, that even if not for representation, people can feel a deep connection with this movie. It’s the family dynamics and your deeply rooted placement as a member of that family. It’s the pressure to always be able to carry everything, about being a model child that you are expected to be. But its also the pressure of being different, being “difficult” or a burden on people who you love, which makes you feel like you are the one to blame, because there must be something wrong with you if they consider you a “black sheep”. It’s about how trauma travels from person to person, and spreads like a virus, to the point when it starts breaking the family from inside out. Casita’s walls breaking was a great physical representation of how mistreatment that is ignored for too long, and denial and lack of communication destroys the unit that is supposed be held together. They were all just simply playing the roles that they were assigned to play, they were less individuals as they were a material, sentient holder for their gifts. Nobody was talking honestly to each other, everyone did everything in their power to hold the family image together to the point when both publicly, but also privately nobody was able to fully be themselves. If you are strong you can’t relax, if you are perfect you are not not able to get messy and explore yourself. Pepa wasn’t even able to fully experience the scope of her emotions, because her gift affected the weather, because it was so glaringly obvious what she felt at any given moment. This is the family when one family member was so deeply shunned and vilified, that he decided that the best thing for the family would be to just simply remove themselves. And then he was made into a children horror story and a bad omen (you can see here that my feelings for Bruno, in particular, are intense and mighty, I will defend him with my life).

Another thing that I find somehow impressive is that all these characters, regardless of their flaws, are so complex and so amazingly human, that it makes them all too likeable. Like, look how many characters are in this movie, majority of them gets scrapes of screen time and yet… and yet somehow it’s so easy to see who they are as people, what their personalities are. To be honest, that might also be the case of me imagining things and just involuntarily adding to the story or reading too much into it (i’m not fully sure if that’s not the case). But nevertheless. I disliked Isabella at the beginning, but as the movie progressed it showed that maybe a lot of her behaviour was completely understandable. Same with Abuela. Like, the ways they went about it was obviously bad and it’s not an excuse to treat others the way they did in certain situations (Isabella being a bit more of a next step of a chain reaction stemming from Alma), but God does it makes so much sense. The pressure, the trauma and need to protect something to the point when you lose the focus on what was the point of protecting to begin with. Almost every single person in this family makes so much sense overall, both for storytelling purposes but also for relatability.

God, I could probably write a Dissertation about this movie alone if I tried hard enough and used some psychology major family department tricks (and here I am trying to convince people that I don’t actually constantly psychoanalyse things).

#i have so many feelings for this movie #still can’t gather how i allowed myself to be thrown into this by disney movie #but somehow thats what happened #maybe that’s why this movie ranks so high for me for so many reasons #its both warm and tragic and they envelope so nicely #yeah thats me experiencing full scope of hurt/comfort feels #angst and comfort my favourite feels #bruno madrigal #encanto #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #pepa madrigal #encanto meta #abuela madrigal

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exuberantocean · 2 years

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I’ve spent a lot of time talking about Ted and his mental health issues and how they affect him. I want to take a few moments to talk about Beard and Rebecca, if for no other reason, to get a few things straight in my mind for the sequels to my story So Close. Because Ted’s not the only one carrying around some damage from his childhood, I think.

Coach Beard

Coach Beard strikes me as someone who’s experienced abuse as a child from a parent. Not only do I suspect the biting negative voices we see him carry in Beard after Hours feels like it could come from something like that, but also his tendency to be quiet, observant, and constantly seeking information are skills that could be developed from a child constantly needing to negotiate a volatile home environment. Finally, the whole comment Ted makes "Boy, I love meeting people's moms. It's like reading an instruction manual as to why they're nuts." Is followed immediately by Ted asking Beard about his mother.

There’s not enough evidence for me to point out definitively that this is what Beard’s childhood was, but I think there’s enough that you can say it’s a definite possibility.

Rebecca Welton

I do not think we have any evidence that Rebecca suffered the type of abuse that we see with Beard, but in the very same episode where we see Ted make the comment about people’s mom’s, we get this comment from Rebecca:

When she first left him [Rebecca’s dad] when I was at uni, I congratulated her. Told her she deserved a better life. Two weeks later, they were back together, and she didn't speak to me for nine months. So, when Rebecca was 18-22 years old, her mother did not speak to her for ane extended period of time. Nine months is a lot. Nine months is at least some holidays. Did Rebecca go home and was shunned by her mother during break (because at least summer or winter break would have to fall within that time) or did she end up elsewhere? It’s easy to gloss over the line, after all Ted’s panic attack follows right after (and we’re also focusing in that conversation on Higgin’s concerns about Beard’s clearly abusive relationship with Jane). But that’s a pretty concerning abandonment at what still is a young age, even is she was technically an adult.

I think it’s also worth noting that even if you don’t consider Rebecca abused (and I think a case could be made for some neglect in the above, depending in part at what exactly that entailed), even just growing up in a household with parents who have a toxic relationship is damaging. We, the audience, never get to see Rebecca’s father, or her parents together, but there’s an ongoing narrative that Rebecca’s father mistreated her mother, though we do not know if it’s limited to just his cheating, but it feels like there’s more than that.

Given how we see at least some neglect of Rebecca, it’s kinda not hard to see how a young Rebecca may have fallen for Rupert, how is many (horrible) things, but neglectful is not one of them.

#ted lasso #coach beard #child abuse #meta #rebecca welton

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zoellajulien · 3 years

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the chains that bind us

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1,343

Warning: Family fighting, Royalty AU, Kidnapping (Mention), Character death (Mention)

With a face scrunched up into a glare, hot tears running down your face, trembling hands, it was apparent you were experiencing burning, searing anger. There seemed to be no calm within you as you frustratedly fought with the material of the dress you wore while trying to remove it. Thoughts that could be considered punishable continued to run through your mind. Who does that thick-witted man think he is, telling me to find a man and replace the queen?

The maids' faces held obvious concern, but they did not speak. That, however, did not include the head servant. "Princess! Be careful! Ruining a dress tailored days ago will cause the king great distress." Despite having sound reasoning, the words went unregistered.

"That man's emotions have no meaning to me, as mine do not to him." You spat, eyes trained onto the wall in front of you. The gasp from the lower maids did not cause guilt. "I would be glad if his emotionless self experienced grief."

"My lady, you do not speak truth in your words. Please, try to calm yourself!"

At this, you turned. "Maiden Riene, you dare question the word of your princess?"

Before the woman could answer, a shudder went through you. With that, tears traveled down your cheeks and beneath your chin. All anger seemed to leave your body and change into various other emotions. Riene, who had spent many years in your presence and experienced more than a few breakdowns, enveloped you into a hug.

"Princess-"

You cut her off, reminding her to use your name instead of a flimsy title.

She changed her wording and continued, "what is prompting such sadness within you?"

There was a pause in the room, silence enveloping the four of you, excluding your heavy breathing. Your eyes, almost always bright with wonder, held deep angst and hurt instead. Taking a step with the intent to turn, Riene grasped onto your wrist. She did not utter a word, giving you much-needed space.

"He called me to his throne, told me we needed to speak. He handed me the ring he bestowed upon my mother during their marriage." Silence seemed to build thicker as confusion grew. "He told me that I needed to prepare myself to replace the queen. He told me he started the process of finding a 'worthy' husband."

The younger maids looked at each other. One spoke up timidly, "Princess, can I ask why that makes you sad?"

Moving towards the window, you sat down and stared at the gardens below. "My mother was a ruler most queens would only dream of becoming. She helped this kingdom prosper, along with the others around us, and gave many people jobs. She never let one servant fall under mistreatment by anyone. She convinced my father to let women become knights and fight for the kingdom." You smiled and placed a hand over your bracelet. "She always told me one thing, though. She told me to marry for love. Mother said that without marrying for love, miserable days do not get better. You will not have the reassurances of a friend to accept your lows without hesitance.

"My mother made me promise, swear my word to her, that I would not marry a man I did not love. I expected to stay true with Mother's help, but then she slept upon her deathbed. And my father, that belligerent man, expects me to take over what she left! To forget the vow I made to a woman with more intellect than he could fathom."

You could tell you got your point across, seeing as the two younger servants looked at you with wonder. Their looks of interest almost broke your static look into a smile due to reminding you of small children.

After more silence ensued, you took the initiative and motioned at your dress. The trio began carefully undoing the ties, buttons, zippers, and other things holding you tight in the dress. That gave you time to ponder the moments you had shared with the queen, sparking an idea.

"Rience, stop."

"My lady, what do you mean?"

"I request you fetch Prince Peter, King Anthony's child. Bring him here, for I must speak to him."

"Your highness, you are partially unclothed! His majesty will think sinful activities abound!" The third maiden, who had yet to speak since you entered your chambers, warned.

"Do not let the king find out, then. Go, all of you. My chambers are off-limits until I call for you again." Riene gave you a skeptical look, worried about leaving you with a boy. "I will not be doing anything you're imagining, please, have some sense. Now, go."

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"If it isn't the fairest royal descendant in all of the land." Voice heavy with his accent, Peter entered your bedroom without knocking. How uncivilized, your father would say. You loved it.

"You flatter me, your highness." You tease, turning to look at him, smiling when he shined his grin at you.

"Oh, please, all the formalities! We sound as though we are ruler's consorts who are ordered about by their betrothed."

Standing in front of you was the widely known prince, Peter Parker. He wore his family crest proudly on his chest, son of the famed Anthony Stark. Once, he had been the child of a thriving family that served King Anthony well. However, tragedy struck the family when Peter's parents died due to one of the king's enemies' attempts at war. In a moment of guilt, the king brought the boy into his home. The Stark kingdom was not far, only a half-day trip west.

Peter had stood at 5' 8" at the age of fifteen, only to grow taller for the next three years. Now, he stood at 5' 10". His hair was a deep brown color, made up of several short ringlets that stuck out when not styled. His eyes were also brown but were a few shades lighter. His broad frame reminded you of your relatively small stature and warmed your cheeks as he held a confident presence.

"You're in distress. Why? What troubles you?" Peter's voice came out soft. His footsteps seemed even quieter as he made his way to sit beside you.

"Have my maidens told you?" Your voice did not come out laced with malice. Instead, an emotion similar to a mixture of hope and wonder filled the room.

"About your father? They have. I noticed the unease they carried, so I prodded until they granted me explanations. If it was a secret, it's best you punish me and not them."

When you hesitated to find words, he gazed at your appearance. In turn, you became uncomfortably aware that the dress you wore was tighter than usual around your waist. Was that just the corset? Did the color compliment your skin tone?

"Darling?"

"What? Oh. Apologies, I was lost in my thoughts. I do not wish punishment upon you or the girls. For, I expected and am rather glad they told you, as I do not need to."

"I understand you are in anguish. But, if I may ask, what can I possibly do to ease such feelings? Our families are bubbling a feud already-"

"I wish for you to remove me from this castle. I do not imply death, but I wish to escape the eyes of my father."

"What?"

For a fleeting moment, as you sat in front of someone you trusted with far more than your life, fear encased you. His expression was no short of confusion, with a heavy lining of panic as well. An undeniable terror tore through your chest, resulting in an unplanned and inelegant explanation to tumble from your lips.

"You've heard what my maidens have said." You stood and walked to your bed, pulling a light cover over your shoulders. "Tell me, is it kingly to break a widow's last wish? I can not fulfill what I promised with my father forcing a marriage down my throat."

"Princess, are you imply we stage your kidnapping?"

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Downsides of Thievery Pt. 13 (Final)

~ Previous Part ~

Gavin couldn’t stop himself from turning over his shoulder to look at Rael, who apparently had information about his theft from the alteon diplomat. Immediately, Gavin was suspicious. What information could Rael possibly have about something he hadn’t witnessed? Anything he knew that the Emperor wouldn’t already, would have to have come from Gavin himself… “Oh shit, he’s not really talking about that is he?”

What did Rael hope to gain in telling the Emperor that Gavin had been commissioned to steal from the diplomat? Was he just doing his duty as a soldier by divulging everything he knew? Or was there something more to it? When Gavin had first told Rael that he had been hired to steal the ring, he’d seemed surprised, but hadn’t expressed any desire to confess the truth. Then again, Gavin had already proven unable to read Rael.

“Very well, go ahead,” the Emperor prompted, hands folded on the table as he looked at Rael with interest.

Gavin stared back at his former captor, unable to take his eyes off the giant man. “While Gavin Stone chose not to disclose this to the public, in our time together he did reveal to me that he was in fact hired by a third party to burgle Lady Elyth,” Rael explained smoothly. “So while Gavin Stone did perform the actual deed, the idea was not his own.” His voice had the same formal, all business tone it’d had when Gavin first met him, and yet this time there was a vague hint of...was it desperation? No, it couldn’t be. Gavin had to be just imagining things at this point.

The Emperor gave an interested hum. “Intriguing,” he remarked before turning to look at Gavin. “Is this true?” he inquired.

While Gavin hadn’t been planning on explaining the full circumstances of the robbery to the Emperor, he wasn’t about to deny it now that Rael had done so. Lying at this point would only make him look more suspicious than he already did. “Yes, sir,” Gavin replied, hoping the honorific wasn’t an improper term to use with the Emperor.

The giant sovereign gave a nod of understanding. He took a long, thoughtful pause as he considered the new information before focusing back on Gavin. “Is there a reason you didn’t report this?” he asked, a serious look in those yellow eyes of his.

God, it was intimidating enough being stared at by a giant, but being stared at by a giant who ruled over an entire dimension of giants was just something else entirely. And Gavin had thought meeting Orlando Bloom at a music festival when he was seventeen had been daunting. Gavin swallowed. “Keep it together,” he ordered himself. If he wanted the Emperor to treat him like a person, it was possible he would need to earn his respect first.

“Sir, whether I was hired or not doesn’t change the fact that I committed the crime,” Gavin started. “And since I don’t know the real name of the man who hired me, I didn’t see a point in reporting it to authorities.” There was also the fact that Gavin had never really been one to snitch, especially on his fellow criminals, but he wasn’t about to say that part in a room with a soldier and a political leader.

“I see,” the Emperor responded pensively. “Well, I consider taking responsibility for your own actions to be quite noble,” he told Gavin with complete sincerity in his voice. “Truthfully, I never took Ashryn’s suggestion very seriously,” he admitted. “I’ve worked quite hard to develop a peaceful and friendly relationship with humankind, and I am not about to undo that by mistreating my first human convict.”

Gavin’s eyes widened. Did he hear that right? Did the Emperor really just, one after the other, call him noble and say that he wouldn’t lock him up in a display cage? It was hard for Gavin not to let a wave of relief crash over him. The news was great, but he still didn’t know what fate did await him. Not being treated like an animal really was the bare minimum after all.

“Um...so what are you planning to do with me?” Gavin found himself asking. He was sick and tired of the uncertainty, of not knowing what was in store for him. Whatever his sentence might be, he just wanted to know what it was already so he could start figuring out how to cope with it.

The Emperor’s eyebrows lifted slightly. He seemed somewhat taken aback by Gavin’s abrupt question. It was possible the man wasn’t accustomed to being spoken to that way. Gavin hoped he hadn’t done something taboo. He wasn’t intending to be disrespectful, he just really didn’t know how to interact with literal royalty.

Apparently, the Emperor wasn’t too upset, because a small smile had taken form on his face. “Well,” he began, glancing back at Rael. “I find myself quite fascinated by your willingness to speak up in front of me in order to defend this human.”

“Is that what he did?” Gavin asked himself. Had Rael really been standing up for him? Was it really more than him just doing his job?

“You were aware that many important figures have negative opinions of Gavin Stone, and yet you risked your reputation by speaking up for him,” the Emperor went on.

Suddenly everything was beginning to make a lot more sense. The whole scene out in the hallway...it had been all about Rael protecting his reputation. He couldn’t choose a human over an alteon, lest he risk being looked down upon by his peers. Of course, none of that made what he’d done okay, but at least Gavin understood why now. “Does this mean he had some kind of change of heart...is that why he told the Emperor about me being hired…?” he pondered to himself.

The Emperor’s gaze suddenly returned to Gavin. “I believe I have decided what your sentence will be,” he announced firmly, a satisfied smile on his face that Gavin wasn’t sure how to take. “Since the two of you have clearly established the foundations of a relationship, I have decided that, in order to atone for your crime, you will serve under Rael as an assistant for a minimum of one year.”

Gavin’s mouth fell open, but before he could even form a coherent thought, he heard Rael’s stunned voice exclaim from behind him, “What?!”

The word had slipped from Rael’s mouth before he could stop it. He had just been so shocked by the Emperor’s announcement that all thoughts of propriety and manners suddenly flew out the window. “Sorry, your majesty,” he quickly recovered. “I just--I wasn’t expecting that.”

Take a human on as an assistant?! It was completely unheard of--of course it was unheard of, humans were tiny people who lived in another realm, why would one ever serve as an assistant to a common alteon soldier? Rael didn’t even know what to think. The Emperor clearly trusted him enough to put Gavin in his ward, but what the hell was Rael supposed to do with a diminutive person tagging along with him while he worked? Plus there was the matter of he and Gavin’s last encounter. Something told Rael the human didn’t much want to hang around with the person who had threatened him not once, but twice within a few hours.

“I’m aware that it’s unorthodox, but to be frank, this entire situation is unorthodox,” the Emperor stated. “This way, Gavin Stone will be able to serve his punishment while learning about and experiencing our realm.” It seemed the relationship between alteons and humans was even more important to the Emperor than Rael had realized--he was completely breaking away from the norm for the sake of diplomacy.

“Are you sure it won’t be too dangerous?” Rael had to ask. On a regular basis, his job wasn’t typically overly treacherous, but even the mildest thing to him could be potentially life threatening to someone as small as Gavin.

The Emperor offered a gentle smile. “I’m certain Gavin Stone will be quite safe in your hands, Rael.” It was easy for him to say that, he didn’t know what Rael had done just ten minutes prior--if he did, he would probably never let Gavin within a hundred feet of the temper-prone excuse for an Imperial Guard soldier.

“Uh--excuse me, sir,” Gavin piped up nervously. He was facing towards the Emperor, so Rael couldn’t see his facial expression. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to see it. “What exactly can someone like me do as an assistant?” the human inquired, voicing the question that Rael had been pondering.

“You will do whatever Rael requests of you,” the Emperor told him simply, then turning to Rael said, “You may utilize him as your assistant how you see fit, so long as he isn’t put in significant danger of course.” Rael couldn’t believe how much faith the Emperor seemingly had in him. Where did it come from? This was by far the longest interaction he’d ever had with the ruler of Iaela, so why did he seem to trust a random soldier so much? “I’ll have some furniture and attire made up to suit a human. You are also free to request any accommodations you think you may need,” the Emperor added, already scrawling down notes on a sheet of parchment.

Rael opened his mouth, but he had nothing to say. He just couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He’d gone from disliking humans to being made the guardian of one in a matter of hours. He still wasn’t sure about his opinion on humanity as a whole, but he couldn’t deny the fact that one particular human had penetrated the tough exterior he had built around himself.

Like it or not, Rael cared about Gavin. He never would have spoken up to the Emperor if he hadn’t. As strange and inexplicable as it may be, he needed to accept the reality of the situation. Gavin would be his ward for at least a year. They would be spending a lot of time with each other. Rael couldn’t keep pretending to be indifferent to the tiny man.

After being dismissed from the meeting with the Emperor, Gavin had been carried off by Rael, taken to what he could only assume was Rael’s quarters. The entire trip there had been silent, because what the hell was Gavin supposed to say? He was so mentally and emotionally confused at this point that he couldn’t even begin to make sense of anything.

Rael’s room was small and simple; it contained only a bed, side table, and little chest of drawers. On the way in, Gavin had noticed the hallway had been filled with doors, which led him to believe this area was entirely made up of the rooms of soldiers. At least Rael had his own space, the last thing Gavin needed at the moment was to be faced with more alteons.

“Gavin,” Rael spoke up, finally breaking the silence that had stretched out between the two of them. “I know you’re probably not pleased with this arrangement.” Gavin stared up at Rael from where he stood on the bedside table. The giant was sitting on his bed, but of course, he was still looming high over the human. “I...I understand why you would feel that way,” Rael’s voice was uncharacteristically hesitant, Gavin could hardly believe this was the same person who had yelled at him earlier.

A long sigh blew out from between Gavin’s lips. “I sure hope you’re leading up to an apology here,” he snipped, folding his arms firmly over his chest. He wasn’t going to put up with some indirect expression of regret, nah--that wasn’t going to fly. If Rael wanted his forgiveness, he would have to make an apology as clear and plain as day.

There was no derision or amusement on Rael’s face, just a solemn frown. “Ashryn wanted me to prove myself by...reigning you in,” the alteon explained in a stormy tone. “I was too afraid of harming my reputation to not take the bait.” Clearly Gavin’s assumptions had been right. “But I was wrong...and weak for not standing up to Ashryn. For that, I am sorry.” It was hard to believe Gavin was hearing those words being directed at him from Rael. A few hours ago it would have seemed impossible.

As good as it was to hear the apology, Gavin still felt like there was something Rael wasn’t entirely grasping. “Listen, I know I look pretty tough, but you’ve gotta realize how--how freaky it is when you use your size against me.” Admitting he was afraid wasn’t really something Gavin loved to do, especially considering he was trying to convince alteons that humans weren’t weak little babies, but Rael needed to know the effect his actions had.

The size disparity between the room’s occupants suddenly became even more strikingly apparent. Gavin was standing and Rael was sitting, and yet Rael still absolutely towered over the human. No matter how equal the two may be intellectually, Rael would always have a huge automatic advantage over Gavin--and that was something they would both have to come to adapt to if they were going to be living and working with each other for the foreseeable future.

“Are you afraid of me?” The sudden question stunned Gavin. He wasn’t sure why, because it had always been something in the back of his mind. Maybe it was just shocking hearing Rael ask it so bluntly.

Gavin paused. How was he supposed to answer this? He had definitely had fear inflicted on him by Rael on multiple occasions, but was he really and truly afraid of the guy? Gavin gave a weak shrug. “I don’t really know...I guess sometimes…” Rael gave a tight nod, as if he had been expecting that response. “But other times you’re just a big, awkward dork,” Gavin quickly added.

A very slight smile pulled at the corner of Rael’s lips. “Alright, I’ll promise not to use my size against you anymore, if you can promise not to call me a ‘dork’ again,” he said the words so seriously, and yet the growing grin on the alteon’s face gave him away.

Gavin chuckled. “Fine, but you gotta promise not to give me any weird assistant jobs, like polishing your scabbard or some shit.” He really didn’t know how much someone of his size could really be of use to a giant, but he supposed this arrangement was better than being thrown into a cage.

Rael raised a single dark eyebrow. “Oh, but you’re probably the only one that could actually reach the inside.”

A grumpy frown took shape on Gavin’s face. “Okay, next rule: no size jokes at my expense!”

A warm, genuine laugh escaped from Rael. In a flash the giant man was reaching forward, and before Gavin could dodge backwards, a massive index finger was ruffling his hair, making the already messy locks even more of a disaster. “No promises.”

Gavin let out a long sigh. Somehow he had gone from being a professional thief to the assistant to a gigantic, elf-eared man from another dimension. “At least it’s more exciting than being a damn doctor.”

I was originally gonna make this two parts but I decided to just make it one big chunky final chapter! This story was kind of like the introductory prologue to Gavin and Rael so there's definitely room for more about them in the future if people are interested. I had a ton of fun writing this and totally appreciate all the nice comments and such that I got!

I've got a busy few weeks ahead of me but feel free to send in prompts/commissions for my ocs. I just may take a little while to actually get to them.

#ending on lucky number 13 i guess #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #my writing #g/t fluff #oc: gavin stone #oc: rael

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