#'nova‚ why is this on your side' you may ask

[burnin-hot]

Alright, I'm breaking the spirit of the blog by not keeping things in tags, but what I have to say won't fit in the tags :P

Putting this under a cut because it is long.

I want to preface this by saying this---Honestly? Go nuts, show nuts, whatever. Muslims are not a monolith; not every single one you come across will be, like... really adhering to the thing. I know muslims who drink. I know muslims who smoke weed. I know muslims who pet and feed stray dogs; a friend of mine's dad apparently knows a guy who actively kept them as pets. Frankly, it'd be cool to see an atheist or otherwise nonreligious character who was raised muslim, for a change.

Islam, like Christianity, has branches, the two major ones being Sunni and Shi'a. I don't know much about the latter, so I'll be talking about the former.

Within Sunni Islam, there's four major schools of thoughts, called mazhabs. Different places adhere to different mazhabs, so when making a muslim character, you'd probably want to dig around on where follows what, and work accordingly. I'm only familiar with one mazhab--the Shafi'i mazhab--so what I'll say will be in accordance to what's practised by that mazhab.

If you're writing a "proper" but casual muslim, then... just stick to the basics, I guess?

No drinking alcohol or eating pork unless absolutely necessary, i.e. there's nothing else available to eat or not doing so may cause harm. So, if the story you're writing deals with religious discrimination, you can write your character eating pork and drinking booze in order to blend in and not draw attention to themselves.

Watch the aurat. For men (and women among other women), it's from the belly button to the knees. For women, generally it's everywhere except the face and the hands up to the wrist. As shown by the "women among other women" thing, it does change according to circumstance, but I'm not going to list them out one by one. Covering the aurat will become a must after your character reaches baligh, a.k.a maturity, which is marked by them experiencing menarche or a wet dream wherein sperm is released.

There are five mandatory prayers a day. You should probably look up what the prayer times would be for the setting your character's in---but if it's in, like... a fantasy setting, a guideline would be: Subuh around dawn (but before sunrise), Zohor around midday, Asar in the late afternoon, Maghrib in the evening, and Isya' is... like, an hour or so after Maghrib (so... early nighttime?).

Friday Zohor prayers are bit special, and start a bit earlier, because there's a sermon before the actual prayers. For men, it's mandatory, and because it's done en masse, they have to go to the mosque on that day---unless they have a big enough congregation (I think at least 20 people?) to do it where they're at. Women can opt in or out, thus just doing normal Zohor prayers.

God is pretty forgiving when it comes to performing the prayers, so there are accommodations available for certain circumstances. Your character will be travelling long distances, and will find it hard or impossible to stop often enough for the prayers? Jama' and qasar. They can't stand for long periods of time (or at all)? There are guidelines on how to pray sitting or lying down. I think there's also guidelines on how to pray should one be unable to find the qiblat (which may or may not just be "pick a direction; it's the intent that matters"). If they accidentally miss a prayer, they can also "repay" it (qada').

Ramadhan is, as we know, fasting month. A muslim character would wake before Subuh prayers for sahur, which just means eating something before Subuh begins---or maybe they won't. It isn't mandatory. Once Subuh starts, fasting also starts, and it lasts until Maghrib.

Maghrib marks the start of a new Hijriah date. So, if your character were to perform Tarawih prayers (which I'll talk about in a bit), they would do it on the night before the first day of fasting up until the night of the second last day of fasting.

If there were days on Ramadhan that a character couldn't fast, they'd repay those after the fact by fasting on some other day that isn't during Ramadhan or any of the days that you can't fast on. I can't remember what those days are, so just google it; at least the first day of Syawal--the month after Ramadhan, therefore the day of Aidilfitri--is definitely one, though.

As always, there's a bit of wiggle room for certain circumstances. If your character is cooking for fast-breaking, they can taste their cooking a little bit to test if it's good. I don't remember how much exactly is "a little bit", so... dig around on that, I guess.

Important to note that "fasting" isn't just refraining from eating food. Fasting includes abstaining from sexual acts as well (among other things; I think it's safe to say it's abstaining from temptation in general?), so your character wouldn't be able to have sex while they fast.

On the topic of sex, I'm pretty sure there's a specific shower your character(s) would have to do after they have sex (but before doing holy stuff). Where I'm from we call it "mandatory shower", but Wiki says the proper term is ghusl.

People on their period can't pray, fast, or touch any holy stuff (Qur'an, Yaasin booklets, etc.). If your character was on their period and it ended, they also have to perform ghusl.

For more devout muslims, they may do things that are sunat. This means they're not mandatory, but recommended to do. Sunat prayers I can remember off the top of my head: tahajjud prayer, one where you get up in the middle of the night and pray; witir prayer, an after-prayer prayer, to close off the day's prayers; and finally, tarawih prayer, the one that I mentioned earlier. It's a special sunat prayer only done during Ramadhan.

There are also other non-prayer sunat practices. The sahur I mentioned earlier is one of them. Your character might recite the Yaasin on Thursday nights. They might read the Qur'an in general between prayers (especially between Maghrib and Isya', since the down time between them is so short). They may fast on Mondays and Thursdays outside of Ramadhan. The list goes on and on.

You get... good points... for doing these things. Uh. I don't know how to explain the concept of pahala in English, but it's basically that: good points for doing good things.

If your character is someone who has gone on Haji (the mandatory pilgrimage to Mecca), they may be referred to by the title Haji (for men) or Hajjah (for women). I don't know if there's a non-binary equivalent, or if either of those can be used in a non-binary way.

And to take a couple from Rick Riordan's Samirah al-Abbas:

If your setting has gods or godlike entities, it might be worth it to examine how your character would view these entities with regards to their own religious beliefs.

In the end, how your character practises their religion depends on them. They may follow what they learnt to a T. They may deviate or build upon what they were taught. Hell, they may even abandon parts of it completely. It's their choice. For example, Samirah takes her hijab off around Magnus and Co. When asked why, she explains that she considers them like family to her, thus she believes she could do so around them. As far as I'm aware, that isn't really a thing, but it's her way of interpreting the faith and its guidelines. Therefore, in my opinion, no one can or should stop her.

Uh... I think that's all the things that would be relevant in terms of writing a muslim character. If you reached this point, congratulations! And thanks. It took me, like, Five Fucking Hours to write this LMAO

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Hitchhiker || Can’t catch me now (Alternate Ending)

warning: this chapter contains content that some may find offensive and/or triggering. viewer discretion is advised.

Tim must’ve lost his mind if he thought you were going to stay put.

You began to high tail after him, your head throbbing as you chased after him in the snow filled wonderland.

The static began to sound louder, your heart racing as you attempted to keep your eyes centered on one of the men you loved.

In a flash Jack jumped out in front of you, seemingly appearing from no where. The flash of sapphire blue scared you, causing you to jump in surprise. His tall and intimidating figure caused you to freeze in place, losing sight of Tim. “Get out of my way Jack,” You hissed. Jack’s emotionless mask stared back at you, the demon staring down at you. “You can’t go, you can’t go with them,” He said firmly. His voice was low and feral, a metallic scent reeking off of his clothing. You audibly scoffed, attempting to go around him. He grabbed your arm, forcing you back into your original place.

“I don’t know who you think you are but you can go to hell if you think i’m not going after them.”

“You need to listen to me you can’t go.”

“And why the hell not?!”

Jack’s silence made you unsettled, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed. “You’re with child,” He whispered. Your heart plummeted, before you shook off the freaky feeling. “Really? Yeah fuckin right. Next time you lie come up with a better one,” You snapped. You attempted to move again, Jacks grip on your arm firm. “Might I remind you that you’ve consistently had unprotected intercourse over the past year with three different men?” Jack questioned. He tilted his head to the side curiously, as if he was studying you. “Is now the time for you to seriously try to slut shame me?” You spat, your words laced with venom. Meanwhile if Jack had eyes he would’ve rolled them so far back he would’ve seen the back of his head. “Humans and your purity standards. No I am not. I’m simply reminding you that your activities can result in creation of life,” Jack said.

You blinked, your lips parting in shock. “As if any of that matters, I can smell it,” He whispered. You frowned, your eyebrows furrowing. “The fetus, I can smell the fetus,” Jack clarified. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms defensively. “You cannot be serious. This is some freaky fortune teller shit,” You argued. Jack released your arm, confident you’d stay in place. “Your scent changes once the fetus starts forming. It’s very noticeable. There just hasn’t been an appropriate time to tell you,” Jack explained. You dropped your arms, the realization that he was serious crashing over you. “D-do you know whose it is?” You asked. You felt breathless, your gaze falling to your stomach. You were pregnant with a proxies child. “My nose isn’t mystical you know. But I will tell you one thing. The Operator will carve that fetus out of you if he knows it exist,” Jack said.

Your hands instinctively fell to your stomach, Brian’s scream echoing in the distance. You looked past Jack, the demon grabbing your shoulders. “Y/n focus. This fairytail we’ve been living in is over. Nova is dead. If you want the fetus to survive you’re going to have to run,” Jack said. You felt tears flood your waterline, your stomach churning. “H-how did you know Nova’s dead?” You whispered, your voice low. Jack shook your shoulders, forcing you to focus. “Now’s not the time for that. Listen to me. I fixed my truck, it’s back at the cabin. Take it and run. There’s a duffel bag full of cash in the backseat,” He urged. You blinked away your free falling tears, looking behind Jack as a flash of color flew by. You gasped at the sight of your lovers fighting The Operator, blood splattered all over the white snow around them. “But Jack I love them. I-I can’t,” You whispered, defeated. Jack’s large hands kept you locked into place, his determination to keep you safe fueling his veins.

“Don’t you understand? Your survival was always apart of the plan. I need you to think now. Think about the fetus. You’ll always have apart of them with you,” Jack said urgently, becoming more alarmed at The Operator moving closer. The static was almost overbearing, your shaky hands gripping Jacks hoodie. “I never got a chance to tell them I love them. Any of them,” You cried. For a brief moment Jack felt compassion, his next words laced with a foreign sense of care, “They know. Trust me when I tell you they know.”

“Do they know about the baby? It-” You began, Toby’s body colliding with a nearby tree causing you to stop mid sentence. Jack shook you again, regaining your focus. “No they don’t and they never will. But if you stay here there won’t be a fetus or a you. Go!” Jack commanded. You gave Jack a sad smile, your face becoming red and puffy from the sorrow that consumed you.

“Thank you Jack.”

Those were the last words you ever uttered in the presence of the proxies, dashing off into the night.

\/

The proxies knew what was coming. Each of them wanted to believe they’d be able to fight The Operator off if they all worked together. They wanted to believe that there was another chance for their lives. That their destiny wasn’t to be a proxy.

Unfortunately for them, they were wrong. Your love had blind sided them into believing in hope. Believing in a better tomorrow. But there wasn’t one. They had constructed this plan with Jack from the beginning. The ultimate goal to keep you alive despite any and all odds. Nova wasn’t in that equation. They weren’t in that equation. Any lives besides yours didn’t matter. If Jack was anything, he was a man of his word. Truthfully he had grown fond of you, sparing your life after everything you had been through seemed like the least he could do. He was truthful when he informed you that the proxies didn’t know about the child. Jack figured that if they did they’d be tempted to try to find you. And if they did, The Operator would abolish you and the child.

Either that or he’d consider the hybrid too useful to dispose of. Jack’s deal with The Operator was simple. One that you wouldn’t have dreamed of. He’d inform the proxies of your death. He’d tell them that The Operator slaughtered you. Jack had been busy creating a make believe death scene, deer blood splattered all over the fallen snow and dead trees. The sight of this along with Jack’s silver spoon fed lies was enough to lead them to believe. Despite The Operator’s vengeful ways that lurked in his sadistic tendencies, Jack knew that he’d have no proxies at all unless he let you go and played along. So The Operator did, his friendship with Jack one he had grown quite fond of. Your death would result in his proxies behaving again, after some routine torture of course. As long as they believed you were dead, Jack knew you were safe.

Your burial sight was beside Nova’s, buried behind The Operator’s mansion of horrors. The other creeps didn’t ask questions about the graves, Jack’s endless gaze centered on Nova’s. Jack knew of Nova’s death the moment it happened, her exposed organs the sweet scent that had ever crossed his nostrils. It was devastating to him. Upon reviewing his body he knew what had happened to her, the whites of her eyes letting him know right away she had been transformed into a proxy. Jack enjoyed slaughtering the deer for the creation of your faked death. The demon was only able to gather himself to get you out of there alive, Nova’s voice nagging at him in the back of his mind. Your survival was the only thing she would’ve wanted. Jack was used to swimming in despair and loneliness, Nova’s death one he anticipated for. A cannibalistic demon like him didnt deserve a happy ending. Jack had learned to bury his emotions but he couldn’t help but pity the proxies when they each visited your grave.

Toby visited almost daily, talking to you as if you were still there. Your death along with The Operator’s endless static had led him to believe you actually were. He’d see hallucinations of you sitting on top of your grave, laughing and talking to him. His mind refused to accept your death. You were his only source of serotonin, his one true love. Routinely he’d come outside with a plate full of food, sitting by your grave to eat while the others stayed inside and ate at the table. He was overly protective of your grave, growling and hissing at any creep who dared to come near it.

Brian stopped talking all together. While Toby had become a chatterbox, Brian had refused to talk. Both him and Hoodie kept their thoughts to themselves, the usage of their vocal cords frozen. Years had gone by, his vocal cords giving out and refusing to work from endless silence. The most he would give would be a nod, his eyes full of a sea of sorrow he was drowning in. He consistently decorated your grave, plucking any and all kinds of flowers he could find. Brian began a garden in your memory, planting flowers he deemed to be almost as beautiful as he remembered you to be. Years may have gone by, but he could recall your sweet scent and enchanting features like it was yesterday.

Tim could never get over it. He never got over you. No matter what he did, you were there. Your voice dripping like honey in his ears, your ethereal presence haunting him in his dreams. He continued his life full with regret, regretting leaving you alone in the forest. He regretted not treasuring you more. Most of all, he regretted not letting you know just how much he loved you. Tim would smoke by your grave often, sometimes while the others were there. He would silently sit by your grave, staring down at the dirt. That dirt eventually became over grown grass over the years, and he stared at that too. Sometimes Jack would join him, the demon smoking a cigarette right along with him as they stared at their lovers graves. Little did Tim know, his decision to leave you alone that night saved your life.

It had been years since you had escaped the clutches of The Operator. The Smiths quietly played through the ancient stereo, the same song playing the night you had met your proxies. You sat in the front seat of Jack’s truck, cruising down a small dirt road to get home. You tugged at Masky’s jacket, tugging it tighter around your chest. The heater in the old truck was broken, the cool autumn air threatening to slip inside. Beside you was a small girl, one curled up in a ball as he slept soundly in one of Jacks hoodies. The demon kept in touch often, claiming he was ensuring his truck was still up and running. You knew he felt an obligation to watch over you and your daughter. The girls chocolate eyes were fluttered shut, soundly asleep as you drove home after a late night gas station run for slurpees.

You still had nightmares of The Operator ever so often, but not as frequent as time went on. You constantly wondered about them. Tim, Masky, Brian, Hoodie, and Toby always lurking in the back of your mind. Your daughter favored them all in different ways. Toby’s energy, Brian’s sarcasm, Tim’s compassion and loyalty. Each time you looked into his brown eyes you always saw a glimpse of them. A glimpse of the three men you loved. It wasn’t easy, trying to move on from them. You knew you’d never have other lover. Jack ensured you were supported, always providing you with cash. You worked from home as a writer, your daughter, Nova Wright, explored the woods nearby. She was always under the watchful eye of EJ, who preferred to be a guardian angel of sorts. Your cabin was furnished and cozy, reminding you of the months you spent with the proxies. The cabin was secluded, deep in the woods where no one would ever be able to find you or Nova. She was the only existence you had that the proxies were real. The only proof that your love for them was infinite.

You hummed along to the song, reminiscing on your most fondest memories.

Knowing your hitchhikers was temporary, but your love for them was eternal.

[magicalqueennightmare]

One Question Answered

Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

You've been avoiding Elijah since he healed you so he tracks you down but not for the reason you assume

The one side effect of Elijah healing you was that you had no excuse to stay away from the Mikaelson compound. You didn't want to drag any of them into your fight, yeah logically it made little sense to not step back and let them handle it but this was your fight. You had brought this chaos down onto the hunting community because the one thing you'd yet to even tell Rebekah was the mastermind behind trying to form a squadron of people for hire out of hunters was your ex.

You were in Marcel’s gym, something he'd worked out with Bek. It was a little crazy considering you'd been attacked by humans to be working out surrounded by vampires with earbuds in but here you were. Music blasted as you landed punch after punch on one of the heavy bags. You had people tracking Evan. He'd be found and if you cut the head off the snake that should work.

You had to show patience but the longer he was out there poisoning people against decent hunters the better a chance someone got hurt and that person may not have an original vampire ready to feed them blood to speed up the process.

You'd avoided direct conversation with both Elijah and Klaus. Klaus was simple enough to avoid, offer of a decent bourbon warmed the hybrid out of conversation. Kol would let it go when you said you would ask for help if you couldn't handle it.

Rebekah was pissed you'd lied to her initially about why you needed your Nova put into storage for a while and even more pissed you wouldn't give names to who had attacked you. Elijah, well he was even worse. You weren't sure what had changed between the two of you but the last couple weeks had been tense to say the least.

When you couldn't manage to avoid him he would of course question if you were ready to tell him who'd hurt you. More than once he'd cursed your tattoo and it's warding for taking away his ability to compel you into telling him.

When you'd accused him of not respecting boundaries he'd rebutted that it wasn't crossing boundaries to make an attempt to keep you safe. That had been days ago. You'd steered clear of the compound choosing to see Rebekah somewhere else or not at all.

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The only reason you were at Marcel's gym was because it was the only place nearby you could walk into to work off stress with no questions being asked as to why you were there.

You weren't sure where your head was but when someone pulled your earbud out of your left ear you spun around mid punch. Elijah seemed slightly amused as he easily grabbed your fist before it could make contact with his jaw “Decent hit considering” you narrowed your eyes at him and it was only then you'd noticed the gym was empty.

“What are you doing here Elijah? Rebekah said you were out of town” he shrugged almost innocently “I assumed the best way to get your guard down was to make you think I wasn't in town. You've been avoiding me it seems” you moved your hand which was still in his “Can I have this back?” He smirked slightly “Are you going to try to run to not talk to me because we both know I can catch you”

You shrugged “Why would I run when I know for a fact it would be useless” he finally let go of your hand and gave your earbud back. You took it and turned to your bag that was sitting on the floor nearby. “Well I'm not running and you wanted to talk” you spoke over your shoulder as you squatted down to put your earbuds in their case. You stood up and faced him before starting to unwrap your hands. You suddenly felt out of place standing there in an oversized shirt and Nike leggings while he was of course dressed impeccably.

His eyes roamed across your body and you felt heat rise to your face, your heart pounding in your ears. He had a habit of making you forget when you were supposed to be putting room between the two of you “I'm not here to pursue the conversation of who attacked you. I trust that should you get in over your head you'll ask for assistance”

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Elijah relished the moments he managed to render you speechless. From the moment he'd met you the ability to seemingly always have a retort waiting was something he admired about you. Even when you were uncomfortable in a situation or nervous you hid it well.

Now, watching you standing in front of him fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, he had the urge to say anything he could to make your heart race again. The sound was music to his ears. “Then what are you here for Elijah?”

He smiled slightly “While I'm not here to discuss that matter I am here for a different one” your eyes narrowed at his words, distrust clear on your face but another emotion showed there also. You were trying to hide your attraction to him but he could see it. The way your eyes tracked him, how your heartbeat increased if he touched you even innocently. It intrigued him to no end. Many years had passed since a woman demanded his attention in this way.

“Considering you wouldn't answer my calls I thought I'd try my luck face to face. Would you accompany me to dinner?”

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Did Elijah just ask you out? No, there was no way. He must have meant dinner with his siblings or another ball he wanted a plus one for. “What do you mean?” You asked rather lamely, wishing you were wearing anything besides your workout clothes with your hair up in a lazy braid.

He gave you that smile that made your stomach flip. Damn he was gorgeous. “My darling little hunter, will you go on a date with me? Was that plain enough to make my intentions clear?”

Could a brain really short circuit? Had it not been that you knew for certain that the blood Elijah had given you had indeed cured you of any of your injuries you would've been certain the taser had caused brain damage. Who knew maybe it had? “Intentions clear” you finally spoke after a moment, feeling your head spin a bit.

“Is that a yes or a no?” He asked, causing a nervous laugh to slip out from you. What was your life at this point? You nodded slowly “That's a yes Elijah. I'd love to but can I ask one thing because of something Kol and Rebekah both said”

“Which is?” He asked a bit cautiously at the mention of his younger siblings. You knew you should probably let it go but this question had been weighing on you along with the Evan situation. “They said blood sharing was a thing, like vamps didn't do it lightly and that you normally would only open a vein to save one of them. So why heal me? Why willingly give me a part of you when my injuries weren't life threatening?”

He crossed the space between the two of you, raising a hand to cup your face much the same way he had when he'd healed you and it took everything in you to not turn into his touch. His dark eyes bore into you and yet again you found your heart racing “Because seeing you injured and in pain infuriated me. Someone hurt you and had you not already lived a life filled with resiliency those injuries may very well have been life threatening. If spilling some of my blood spares you pain I'll gladly do it however many times it's necessary”

You swallowed hard before saying “Still doesn't answer why. I'm nothing special. I could be replaced a thousand times over” he shook his head, his fingers lightly lifting your chin where you had no choice but to look him square in the eye. His eyes flicked down to your lips as he spoke “I have met many people who may have been expandable, you however are not. That's why I healed you, there was no other option”

Was it lust, attraction or pure stupidity that made you close the space between you and him? The moment your lips brushed against his you could feel the tension that had long since hung in the air between the two of you threaten to burst.

One of his hands went to the back of your head holding you in place while his other went to your hip, fingertips almost bruising with how close he pulled you to him. Your hands went to his shoulders, trying to find something to ground yourself as heat washed straight through you. A light moan fell from your lips into his as he angled his head to deepen the kiss, tongue dancing across yours.

Your fingers found the back of his head, desperately tugging at the carefully styled locks. He groaned into your mouth and you felt a fresh wave of desire hit you. His hands went down to your thighs easily lifting you into his arms. You gladly wrapped your legs around his waist, never breaking free from his lips even if your lungs were beginning to burn with the need for air.

He moved across the room, bracing your back against one of the mats that lined the wall as he broke free from your lips. Your chest was heaving as he continued his assault down your jaw to your neck. You felt your heart jump when he gently nipped at the sensitive flesh of your neck, causing your back to arch off the wall pushing you into him which caused his body to react,he shifted his hips against yours. The feeling alone was enough to pull a deep moan from you. Your hands went under his jacket, fingers digging into his shoulders through the soft material of his shirt.

The sound of two throats clearing causing you and Elijah to break away from each other. You glanced over his shoulder to see Rebekah and Marcel standing in the entryway of the gym. “I had no clue you two were talking again” Rebekah greeted cheerfully as if she hadn't just walked in on you and one of her brothers.

You groaned lightly as Elijah buried his face in the skin at the bend of your neck. Seeing him so damn disheveled and knowing you were the cause was enough to make any woman have a strange surge of pride. You grinned at Rebekah over his shoulder before he leaned up to place a chaste kiss to your lips before lowering you to the ground.

Both of you quickly rearranged whatever clothing was out of place before turning to face the newcomers. Rebekah was barely containing her laughter. “I'll see you at nine?” You asked and he smirked slightly “I'll see you at nine”

You watched him walk out and looked at Rebekah “Not a word” Marcel chuckled as he walked further into the gym “Never thought I'd see Elijah so worked up over a human and he picks a hunter”

Rebekah shook her head at Marcel then looked back at you “So I'm assuming that display means you're now dating my brother?” You shrugged, still a little dazed “I have a date with him” she smiled brightly “Brilliant. Let's go shopping for you a new outfit then”

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Hand Drawn Heart: Duke Crocker x Reader

Tagging:  @kmc1989 princessmermaid1289 of-mice-and-mirth bunnybarnes1917

Companion piece to The Finder - Haven has away of giving you what you need even when you don't know what you're looking for.

Prequel to:

Come Home - Duke travels to Nova Scotia to bring you home.

Layby - Duke and you take a moment in the aftermath of everything that's happened.

Duke knows there’s trouble coming when Evi appears on his deck. He’s making coffee in the galley when he glances up and sees his ex-wife step on board his boat. You’re sitting in your usual chair on the deck, wearing nothing but his shirt and a pair of his boots, the latest Stephen King novel clasped between your hands.

He hasn’t told you that he’s married, honestly it’s slipped his mind. Him and Evi haven’t been together in years, she doesn’t exist in his day to day. By the time he gets out of galley you’re already striding down the gangplank, book tucked under your arm, car keys in hand.

“You need to stay away from her.” Evi informs him when he tries to follow you, her hand fastening on his arm. “Being with her, it’s dangerous for you.”

He laughs then and it’s a bitter sound that tears right out of his throat. Of all the people in his life, you are by far the person least likely to hurt him.

“You don’t understand.” Evi tells him, her grip tightening. “It’s not her you should be worried about, it’s the person hunting her.”

She tells him a story then, about a man who hired her to track down his wayward wife. How the trail led her all the way to Haven, to the woman whose been sharing his bed.

“Who is he?” He’d demanded because he knows the other side of the story, the reason you left, the scars that monster inflicted on your body.

“Pat St Cloud.” She tells him and suddenly he understands the lengths that your mutual friend Jim went to hide you.

Duke has seen the damage your husband can do up close and personal. He used to do business with him, smuggling pot out of Canada before the authorities shut down some of his trade routes. He’d been there when Pat had caught one of the other guys skimming a little off the top. He’d chopped off two of his fingers with a butcher’s knife before he tossed them into the ocean.

“What do you think he’ll do to the man whose been fucking his wife?” Evi asks him.

Duke already knows the answer to that question.

When he turns up at your place a couple of hours later, he knows he’s already too late. The place you’ve been renting is locked up tight, your car missing from the driveway, his boots are tucked neatly alongside the screen door. He picks up the envelope sticking out of the top of the left one, his thumb chasing over your writing before he opens it.

There’s a hand drawn heart etched into the paper, his name written in the centre.

His eyes sting as he clasps the note to his chest because he understands what you’re trying to say, he feels it with every fibre of his being.

Your heart, it’s his. It’ll always be his.

No matter where in the world you may be.

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I'm Nova Valencia, but I usually just go by Nova. You can call me Nov, Val, Big Papa. Whatever fits.

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⌕Genres

Fluff

Angst

Smut (rarely, and i dont do smut requests)

Age gap (15 year limit)

LGBTQ+

kinks (very few, im picky. Mask kink, Size kink, SLIGHT daddy kink, etc. I'm still exploring my boundaries)

fandom crossovers

AUs

Gore (descriptive. I dont write gore porn either. Gore may just be incorporated in the story.)

horror

monster x human

yanderes (NOT abusive, just obsessive with slight stalking)

whatever my mood allows, really. I have a pretty open mind and I'm willing to indulge in anything that isn't in the following list.

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Ped☆philia

Incest (not even stepfamily, ya ain't slick)

N☆nconsenual/R☆pe

Dubcon

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Abusive relationships (in a romanticizing sense, angst is an exception)

*ahem* Excrement: No shit, no piss, no vomit, not even spitting. I'll gag.

Zoophiles/beastiality

Racism/raceplay

Cheating

⌕Characters

Call of Duty ➛

König, Horangi, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, John "Soap" Mactavish

Detroit: Become human ➛

Connor, Kara, Markus, Gavin Reed, North

SCREAM [1996] ➛

Ghostface (aka my husband), Sidney Prescott, Tatum Riley, Billy Loomis, Dewey Riley, Stu Macher, Randy Meeks, Casey Becker

SCREAM 2 [1997] ➛

Hallie McDaniel, Derek Feldman

SCREAM 3 [2000] ➛

Roman Bridger

Halloween [1978] ➛

Laurie Strode, Michael Myers

Friday the 13th ➛

Jason Voorhees

House of Wax [2005] ➛

Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Stay Out of the House [Puppet Combo]➛

Butcher/Night Shift Abductor

Murder House [Puppet Combo] ➛

Easter Ripper, Emma, Tom

The Night Ripper [Puppet Combo]➛

Rachel, Night Ripper

CANDYMAN [1992] ➛

Daniel "Candyman" Robitaille

Black Christmas ➛

Billy Lenz

Original characters ➛

Coming soon!

Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney ➛

Phoenix Wright, Miles Edgeworth, Mia Fey, Maya Fey, Dick Gumshoe

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I don't care about criticism towards my writing. I wouldn't make my work public if I didn't want the public to speak on what I write.

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[cannotandwillnotrest]

Simon and Betty, Change, and Acceptance - my thoughts on their story

(F&C and AT spoilers under the cut!!) (long post warning)

So obviously a big thing throughout the finale was learning to understand just how important letting the past go is.

Simon and Betty were no doubt hopelessly in love with one another, and though it's freaking adorable, you begin to notice how all the Simon and Betty-centric episodes of the main series, without fail, feature Betty making some kind of sacrifice or bending herself over backwards for Simon's sake. And it wasn't as clear back then, since Simon wasn't himself for majority of the episodes (I think the only time where he wasn't Ice King in the present day would be in "Betty"), but it's definitely something that settles in the back of your mind. This is a pretty nice setup for what happens in F&C.

Now fast forward to F&C's eighth episode "Jerry", where we get a LOT of Petrigrof scenes in the form of flashbacks. When I first saw it, I thought it was adorable and wonderfully ideal. But even then, there were still a couple things that rubbed me the wrong way, though I couldn't quite place it then. During my second watch, I started to pick up on hints that maybe their relationship wasn't as perfect as the show previously portrayed it to be. There may be more, but here are the ones I can think of off the top of my head:

Betty readily tossing her 6-month trip aside in a momentary decision to go on an expedition with Simon (who, let's be honest, invited her in a semi-joking manner and didn't expect her to say yes) despite really only being acquaintances at best at the time

She also gave Simon all the credit for finding the Enchiridion, and I actually expected him to insist on Betty getting some credit a little more than he actually did

She tosses her 6-month trip away AGAIN the moment Simon shows up- her roommate(?) also placed a lot of emphasis on not letting her miss her bus, and yet she did in the end anyways

☆When Fionna asks if Simon went on the trip with her, Simon's surprised and confused. He didn't seem to consider it as a possibility at the time, not out of malice, just that it never actually crossed his mind

And throughout all of these, notice that Betty's essentially throwing her research opportunity and even her career's future away over and over again because she wants to be with Simon, and Simon never objected or told her that she should go for that trip, so why not? And you can see from the fourth point that Simon kinda just never thought about it like that, so if he didn't notice, then of course he didn't stop her. In this subtle way, Betty was unintentionally encouraged to sacrifice more and more things for him.

This is still reflected even as she to loses herself to MMS (magic, madness, and sadness), continuing all the way until her ultimate sacrifice of merging with Golb at the end of AT.

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That was Betty's side. Now let's look at Simon's progress throughout the finale a little more. I think that Casper and Nova (the storybook, not just the episode) was used really well to represent Simon and Betty's situation, specifically from a third-person point of view. It served as a major factor towards Simon's epiphany moment, especially since it bore so many similarities to him and Betty, allowing him to finally understand what it was like on Betty's end as well.

Casper and Nova was a choose your own story adventure novel (or at least the video gamey futuristic version of one), and the nice thing about that is how it lets Simon make his own decisions. And what he essentially does is repeat what he did with Betty all over again, even though he didn't realise it at first.

"No do-overs with this book, I guess"

I'd like to bring your attention to this part. When Simon wants to pick the other option when his first choice didn't work out, the book doesn't let him, and what's done is done. Sound familiar?

"I don't want any of those things to happen; I like Nova! There should be more choices!"

"Well, maybe there would be, if you hadn't picked Casper's options every time."

Aaaaaand cue epiphany. Simon realises that throughout the relationship, he was always put first. But just like Beth said, it wasn't necessarily Casper's (and by extension his) fault. Yet Simon agrees that he could have been more considerate.

When he's given a chance to relive a crucial moment in their story, he acts differently due to his prior grand realisation. And yet, he never gets on the bus. He knows that no matter how he would have handled it in the present, that isn't what he did in the past, and that's that. Same as the story of Casper and Nova- no do-overs.

And yeah, that sucks. But look here.

Simon's sending Betty- his Betty, not Golbetty- off, properly this time. This is their goodbye. And immediately after, he sees Golbetty on that bus instead of Betty. He's accepted that his Betty is gone.

If he had just realised the extent of Betty's sacrifices, he would've intervened because the last thing he wants is to do that to her since he loves her dearly, and then things would've been different. Maybe if he had gone on that trip with her, he would've never even found the crown. But he didn't realise, and it's too late now. They've both made their choices and mistakes- not in loving each other, but in the sort of inequality of it all, even while wholly unintentional. But regardless, there's no way to undo them, and there's nothing else they can do about it but move forward.

This doesn't necessarily mean forgetting the past ever happened- they were a massive part of each other's lives. They'll still love each other, and think about each other, and miss each other. But the difference is that they've accepted that they're just no longer the same people they were before, and that's okay.

Simon won't get his fiancée back. Betty isn't really Betty anymore, and will never be again. They've both learned to accept that change. A fatal flaw in Betty's character back in the original series was refusing to accept the Ice King, instead viewing him and not just the crown as something that's stopping her from getting her Simon back. And we all know how that turned out.

Simon and Betty won't ever be together like they were before again. Though devastating, things like these, at the end of the day, are a part of life. The important thing is that they were both able to learn from these experiences and continue on with the cards they have been dealt, and that's exactly what they did; with Betty's new duties as GOLB (or maybe even possible reincarnation as some have been theorising) and Simon finally seeking help (thank god he realised that being a living exhibition wasn't the best idea) and accepting the life he was put into.

Simon's not gonna just magically be better, and that's okay. Little by little, he's gonna move on from the past and learn to enjoy life again , and I think the realism in the way it's portrayed is absolutely beautiful.

[slayerkitty]

On Hidden Agenda And if the Agenda is Really Hidden

Otherwise known as @respectthepetty and I watched episode 11, looked at each other, scratched our heads and pulled the clown car over to the side of the road. Episode 11 was not the traditional "BL Episode of Doom" it usually is in most BLs. Some BLs do purposefully subvert this trope or move the episode of doom to episode 10 instead.

It didn't feel like that was what happened here. So we hopped out of the clown car, whipped out our phones to check our maps and directions, because we were very, very confused. We were so sure we had the show figured out! And...no?

So we decided to backtrack; turn the clown car around and start the trip again from the start. To take this week and re-watch Hidden Agenda from the beginning and figure out what the hell we missed.

We also took a detour into source material territory (aka looked up a summary about the book) which was no help to the current situation, because @respectthepetty discovered that JengPok, Nita's stalker, Puen, and Wave x Trin weren't even in it! The only thing we were able to confirm with it is that it's from Joke's POV, he's unhinged in it, and Zo spends most of it dating Nita.

With all this in mind, I sat down with episode 1 of Hidden Agenda in hopes that I would discover anything that we might have missed. I also have slowly cultivated two theories that as of episode 6 still hold up though I don't know how much weight I want to give the second one (but I also can't let it go).

Before I delve into the theories, I do want to point out a couple things that I have noticed.

Zo is super intense about debate club, NOVA, and the Finland scholarship from episode 1. His coaching of Joke in episode 2 rivals his mother's coaching of him in episode 10. If someone who makes gifs could make a gif set that parallels those two scenes, I would be eternally grateful; it will blow your mind. Zo's issues with disappointing his mom are also there from episode one, but they are super subtle. He doesn't want Kot to tag him in his IG story because his mom might see him at the bar drinking. He mentions in I think either episode 2 or 3 that his mom hasn't visited in a while because she's been busy and the way he says it is so... ugh, he needs a hug.

Zo's trauma from Puen's horrible treatment of him is also evident from episode 1 as well; he is constantly saying that he doesn't want to make anyone uncomfortable, that he's worried he's upsetting people, etc. It's constant. Seriously, someone hug Zo.

Theory 1: Joke did something bad/something bad happened to someone he cared about (probably in high school and appears to have gotten therapy about it based on how he speaks)

Episode 1:

In the flashback to the Freshy Contest, while Joke is scolding(?) Zo, he says, "What you said on that stage won't change a broken system."

Episode 2:

Joke tells Zo, "My tongue gets me in trouble."

When Joke and Zo are debating about hidden agendas in relationships, Joke asks why he should tell someone things when he starts dating them because he should be able to tell things in his own time.

Episode 3:

Joke says "Before you get to know someone, you need to know yourself."

Joke also asks/tells Zo to trust him for the first time.

Joke talks about the Triangular Theory of Love: Passion, Intimacy and Commitment

Joke is pretty worried when Zo crashes his bike and makes Zo ride with him instead.

Joke mentions that he used to go to the restaurant Zo picked out with his dad, back when they used to go out to eat; this suggests a distance between him and his dad.

During dinner, Joke says that "What you see of someone may not be the whole story," and "Stay true to yourself."

In the library, Joke tells Zo "I would never let someone I love face danger alone."

The next day, Zo is sitting outside when Joke finds him and says that Zo wasn't answering his calls. and it's implied he was searching for Zo because he was worried.

Joke invites himself on Zo's trip as if he's afraid if Zo leaves without him, something bad will happen.

Episode 4:

Joke tells Zo he couldn't leave Zo "alone and sad" and "I'll never abandon you"

Joke also says "I only care for those who care for me."

Joke is afraid of the glass bridge but he's also to worried to let Zo go out on the bridge by himself.

After dinner, Joke says "Sometimes people don't show all their cards."

Episode 6:

Joke gifts Zo a sunflower pillow and tells him to look up the meaning, Zo searches up "liveliness sprung from despair."

Joke insists on picking up Zo so Zo doesn't go out in the rain/worried about his health.

Kot doesn't seem to like Joke and extremely overreacts to the way Joke trying to get Zo to eat the food he bought. Now, Joke was maybe a little pushy, but Kot goes off the handle.

When cuddling in bed, Joke says "hugging for 30s releases Oxytocin" and if they hug longer, "it means we feel the same."

Theory 2: Joke is a stalker

Yeah, you read that right. There is ample evidence throughout the first 6 episodes that on first watch, didn't quite ring alarm bells, but on re-watch, are setting off sirens. I kinda had this as a crack theory in the back of my head after episode 8 first aired, but now it's staring me in the face and feels a lot less crack-y

Episode 1:

Joke eavesdrops on Zo recording his podcast

Joke is super intense when speaking to Zo at the studio and manhandles him a little so that Joke can sort of pin him against the wall.

Joke eavesdrops on Zo and friends on the bus and then approaches him after to give advice on Nita

Joke asks Zo if the iced coffee is for Zo and says it's not because "Zo doesn't like coffee."

Joke always seems to be around when Zo is trying to approach Nita.

Joke confesses that he has a crush before singing a song.

When Zo tries to leave the bathroom after getting sick, Joke actively won't let him, grabbing him roughly and holding him in place.

In the flashback to the Freshy Contest, Zo asks Joke why he won't quit if he hates it and Joke says he has his reasons.

At the studio, Joke says "I love you and you love me" in Chinese and proceeds to do what has been touted as an "erotic wedding based tradition" with drinking the Roselle juice.

Episode 2:

Joke starts pushing boundaries with food

Joke and Zo make a deal to help Zo with Nita.

Joke has a fantasy of Zo winning and them kissing.

Joke pushes boundaries with food again

Joke admits to Zo he has a crush on someone.

When Joke and Zo are debating about hidden agendas in relationships, Joke asks why he should tell someone things when he starts dating them because he should be able to tell things in his own time.

Joke ties Zo's shoe

Joke says he's already started helping Zo with Nita, but has he?

Episode 3:

Joke basically milks all the situations with Zo in his favor under the guise of helping Zo with Nita

Joke admits he listens to Zo's podcast because it helps him sleep.

During dinner, Joke says that "What you see of someone may not be the whole story," and "Stay true to yourself."

In the library, Joke tells Zo "I would never let someone I love face danger alone."

The next day, Zo is sitting outside when Joke finds him and says that Zo wasn't answering his calls. and it's implied he was searching for Zo because he was worried.

Joke insists on driving Zo home despite Zo's protests.

Joke invites himself on Zo's trip really insistently and hugs Zo excitedly when Zo agrees.

Episode 4:

Joke tells Zo he couldn't leave Zo "alone and sad" and "I'll never abandon you"

Joke also says "I only care for those who care for me."

After dinner, Joke says "Sometimes people don't show all their cards."

Episode 4:

Joke knows how long it's been since Zo changed his profile pic.

After dinner, Joke says "Sometimes people don't show all their cards."

Episode 5:

Joke confronts Zo for trying to avoid him and wanting to forget their kiss. Joke is incredibly aggressive and spills his drink on Zo as a result.

Joke continues to message Zo that Zo is avoiding him and that he's going to come over. Zo says not to. Joke does anyway.

Joke gets himself invited to dinner with Zo and his mom.

Joke makes a move while doing dishes and tells Zo he wants to know how Zo feels.

Joke says "why would you hurt me and tell me to forget?" and "you never care about my feelings."

Joke also says "don't run away from me," and "don't avoid me."

Joke confesses through tongue twister.

Joke remembers that Zo hates stink beans.

Joke tells Zo "I would do anything for you," and "I like you Zo, I want to show you that you like me, too."

Asks Zo to let Joke pursue him.

Episode 6:

Joke gifts Zo a sunflower pillow and tells him to look up the meaning, Zo searches up "liveliness sprung from despair."

Joke insists on picking up Zo so Zo doesn't go out in the rain/worried about his health.

Joke pushes boundaries with food again and then fights with Kot.

Zo tells Joke he needs to respect boundaries.

Joke oversteps boundaries again in at debate club.

Joke pushes Zo again for an answer on his feelings; Joke says he "will always wait" for Zo.

Joke also insists that Zo was into him all along and not Nita.

Joke watches Zo at the debate open house and gets jealous.

Joke wants Zo to stay over; he pushes Zo again for an answer to his feelings. When Zo wants to go shower, Joke grabs his arm and stop him, saying that he won't let Zo run away.

Joke gives Zo the arcade t-shirt and when Zo says he doesn't know the significance, Joke tells Zo to take it off. Joke then takes his own shirt off and refuses to put it back on.

Joke asks to hold Zo and Zo doesn't answer, just rolls over onto his side away from Joke. Joke says "silence means yes" (and in this case it did but OH MY GOD) and proceeds to cuddle Zo.

As I go through my re-watch, I'll add more to both theories but as of episode 6, they both hold up. I can't decide of Joke himself actually did (insert bad thing here) to someone, or just knew someone that (insert bad thing here) happened to. Joke being a stalker wasn't that evident at first, but it is now! At a minimum, Joke is obsessive, posessive and overly clingy.

Also, these theories can both be true! They don't contradict each other in any way. Stay tuned for Part 2, probably... Friday or Saturday.

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Candy Coated [Chapter Eight] The Calm Before the Storm [Buddha]

A/n: I apologize for taking so long to get this chapter out. The next one is going to start the beginning of Ragnarok. So please enjoy.

Also, the art above was drawn by the talented @rain-in-the-clouds. Thank you, hun. Stay tuned for this scene later.

Warning(s): anxiety, female reader (can be read as GN), teasing, realization.

Taglist:

@useless-potatho , @tojibreedingme , @quinloki , @yingxian, @2lottie2, @lunas-nova , @anduinandwrathionlover, @tiredfairy, @the-queen-of-sorrows , @alientee, @lawlietliet, @hanaibea, @69your-best-night-mare69

The time is nigh. 

Ragnarok draws near and you are not hardly ready to witness the bloodshed that will come with it. How is a human meant to take on a God? The thought plagues you well into the evening, so much so that you chose to remain in your room.

This marks the final day of your residence in Saṃsāra, the Realm of the Gods, and the gospel truth is you do not want to leave. It isn't fair. How can Yue-Lao tether you to a God and then take him away from you, as if he means nothing? He does and you–

An embarrassed heat spreads across your face as you realize just how much Buddha means to you.

"You have every right to be mad…but you aren't the only one. I'm sure Bu-chan was just as upset as you and she isn't even a human. Leave this to her and focus on us," he had told you.

It must have been then, through the irritation and the bafflement, in his arms, when you knew. Perhaps it had been sooner, but you were too fixated on the effects of the tether to notice. Or too oblivious.

But what did he mean? Why did Buddha tell you to focus on the two of you?  

You honestly don't know but with Ragnarok coming, the feelings are there, albeit too late you fear. Why does this happen? Why do humans realize too late how they feel about someone who has been nothing but kind to them? 

With a deep sigh, you set out an outfit on your coffee table. It will be the one you wear tomorrow to the arena. You consider wearing your human clothes, the ones you died in, but opt not to. It's silly, but you don't want to draw more attention to the fact you are a human tethered to Buddha.

But perhaps that's what I want the Gods to see. 

Your head is a labyrinth. Needing a moment to breathe, you leave the room and head outside. The sky is so clear today. It's ironic considering how bleak you feel. 

For the next hour, you wander around the abandoned village, doing the best you can to entertain your thoughts and relax. It seems to work, however, anxiety clings to you like a monster, whispering in your ear and reminding you that tomorrow is the tournament. 

You head toward the river in hopes to rest your legs but as you approach, you see Buddha sitting near the bank. An air of calmness washes over you as you stare at him, putting to rest your thoughts. Had you looked at the red cords around your ankles, you would have seen that he was nearby. Your face heats up and though you consider turning around, you opt not to.

"May I join you?"

Buddha peeks over his shoulder and grins; a lollipop rests in the space between his cheek and teeth. 

"If you want." 

You do. Sitting by his side, you notice a package on his lap, but you don't ask about it, turning your eyes to the river. Sadness washes over you as you stare at the clear water. This will be the last time you see it, you are sure. 

"There is a lot on your mind," Buddha remarks. 

You hum in agreement knowing that he can feel your emotions via the tether, both good and bad. That means he probably already knows what you mean to him.

"I'm not ready for tomorrow, but I know that it can't be prevented. And then I–"

Pausing a moment, you take an uneasy breath.

"I don't want to leave this place. I want to stay with you."

Turning your eyes to him to gauge his expression, you jerk in fear as an uneaten lollipop appears in your line of sight. Your cheeks heat up as he laughs at your response.

He didn't have to scare me like that. 

You take the lollipop from him, spinning it between your fingers. 

"Then stay with me," Buddha states. "You can reach enlightenment with me if that's what you want."

It's not that easy. The humans would have to win for you to stay with him. Or else you will face extinction. Hesitantly linking your arm with his, you lean against his shoulder. Your body and mind feel so rested like this. If only it could last. 

"I'm not sure why, but I feel calm around you. Like my worries are gone."

"It isn't the tether making you feel that way, nor me," Buddha mentions with a smile. 

You raise a confused brow. If not influenced by him, then who. You've been a nervous wreck all morning and now there is nothing. 

"Who–"

"I'm not telling," Buddha teased, removing his lollipop to poke his tongue out. 

You huff in response. Sometimes he can be childish. Releasing his arm, you snag the candy from him.

"Then I'll just have to borrow this."

With a cheeky grin, you lift the candy to your mouth, giving it a lick. The wide-eyed expression on his face makes you laugh. 

"Greed is a root evil, you know," Buddha states. 

"I never said I wouldn't give it back," you retort, holding the candy out to him.

Instead of grabbing it with his hand, he leans forward and takes the candy into his mouth. Your face heats up. Somehow it feels like your attempt to tease him backfired. Buddha laughs in response and reaches into his lap for the package, offering it over. 

"This is for you. I was holding onto it."

For me?

You open it, stunned to see an outfit inside. It's modern, a bit like the one you died in, but on the upper left chest area is a stencil of Usa-chan, the rabbit with the eye patch that is on the front of Buddha's shirt.

"You had this made for me? When?" 

"Before we attended the council meeting," Buddha answers.

He's thoughtful. This, along with the other clothes, is more than you could have ever asked for.

This made up my mind. 

"I'll wear it tomorrow. Thank you, Shaka."

You want the Gods to see you dressed as a human. If you could do more, you would. Though, it does make you wonder if Buddha wants to see humans live too. He once was one, before he attained enlightenment.

Lifting on your knees, you lean forward and kiss his cheek. 

"Even though it has no purpose, as far as we know, I've rather enjoyed being tethered to you."

Buddha turns his eyes to you and grins. He doesn't comment, but you can sense that he feels the same. For the first time today, you are hopeful for the future, for your afterlife at your soulmate's side. 

Leaning your head against his shoulder, you take a deep and relaxed breath. A moment later, you feel Buddha's cheek rest against your head.

"I do too, you know, want you to stay here," he utters.

Your face heats up. It makes you happy to hear that you aren't the only one. 

I don't care if we ever find Yue-Lao. I want to stay here. I want to be with Shaka. The tether means nothing. 

Or so you think. 

Unbeknownst to you, however, the Chinese God of Marriage and Love was not one to play tricks. His set futures were never unplanned. However, as a favor to a certain someone, he made an exception. 

The tether between God and mortal was simply a tool in someone else's plan.   

[amethystunarmed]

we have loved the stars too fondly

Word Count: 1039 On the way to British Guiana, John grows closer to the Stratfords. Maybe too close.

After three days on the ship, John can safely say he is getting used to having company. It is different, having people around who are growing almost akin to... Friends. It is a new experience for him. While in South Africa, he had written to Nova often, of course, missed her like a severed limb, but he had grown familiar with solitude, just himself and the stars. Ever since meeting Margaret and the Stratfords, his life has gotten much... Louder than he was used to.

This is not always a good thing.

"Come on, you have to tell us which part was your favorite!" Rose says, eyes sparkling. 

"I most certainly do not!" 

Meals often look like this now, bantering and debating. Margaret retired early, and without her obvious scorn to dissuade them, they've taken to interrogating John about their hoax.

"That does make it sound like you have a favorite," Samuel points out, and John is fairly certain he feels betrayed. 

“Please, don’t encourage her.”

"Was it the pyramids?" Rose asks, "I bet it was the pyramids." Her whole face is lit up with unbridled joy, her whole attention focused on John. It feels like watching a comet blaze across the night sky.

"I'm partial to the bat people," Samuel adds. He sits back, hand on his chin in faux contemplation. The golden rim of his glasses glints in the candle light like the sun. 

Both of them are beaming at him, bright as stars, Gemini sprung to life before him. Mischief radiates from their expressions as they team up to tease him. John would have expected to feel bullied, like when the older boys at boarding school used to steal his notebooks or shove him as they passed. Instead, he has to work to keep his own smile off his face. 

“I think you’ll find I found all of it so heinous, I can’t think of which part I hated the least.” 

“Hey now!” Samuel protests, mock hurt on his face, but Rose's smile only grows.

“I don't know, I seem to remember you saying it was good.”

And she is not wrong. It was good. He had reread the first entry over a dozen times on his voyage to New York City. It wasn’t just good writing, it was good science. It was interesting and sound theory, and it had reminded John of being a little boy and staring up at the sky and asking a million different questions that, at the time, no one knew the answer to. 

It filled him with a wonder he has long forgotten.

But he had imagined the utter disdain on his father’s face when he learned what their name had become associated with, and found himself in printing house square nonetheless.

(And besides, he is certain Nova would never stop laughing if she heard what the Stratfords came up with, and he would like to avoid that if at all possible.)

“And yet sometimes good things have consequences, Miss Stratford,” he reminds her. Margaret’s absence is proof enough of that. Rose looks properly admonished at that, perhaps more than he intended, but the words still ring true.

“We... we’re figuring that out. Sorry, John.”

"Thank you. Now, Samuel-"

"Hey, wait, why do you call him by his first name!" Rose says, pouting. Her lip protrudes, just a tad, and John finds his eye drawn to it. He feels faintly flushed. 

"Why it's..." He stutters, fumbling over his words, "Not appropriate to call a lady by-"

"We're just that close!" Samuel cheers, and slides an arm around John, pulling him against him. He's taller than John, and easily tucks him into his side. “Right, Johnny?”

It’s a jest, John knows it’s a jest. But the lilt of Samuel’s voice as he says it, his closeness, the warmth of his arm around his shoulder. And even though they have been on a boat nearly half a week-

He smells divine.

John thinks he may be having a psychotic break.

John knows of these... inclinations. Of things that happen in the back rooms of London parties that everyone collectively chooses to ignore. Of his own tendencies towards such inclinations. It is not something he hates about himself. To hate it would mean hating Nova, betraying what she told him in confidence, and that is never something he could allow. But mostly, he ignores it. It has never been hard before. It has never been this strong, this pressing before. It has never felt so right before. 

His father's scowl flashes in his head, and suddenly the contact burns.

He lifts Samuel’s hand off of his shoulder, and ducks out from under it. 

“Look at the time, I ought to be going. Have a good evening, Miss Stratford, Mister Stratford.” He nods to both of them, a final acknowledgement, and turns to head back to his bunk.

“Wait, John, you don’t have to go!” Samuel says. He reaches a hand out, as if to grab John's wrist, but pulls it back quickly, like he’d been stung. John bites his lip to keep from protesting, telling Samuel to go ahead, touch him, please. “I was only teasing, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Yeah, we were just joking,” Rose adds, distress wrinkling her forehead. John wants to smooth over it with his thumb. “We know we can be...” She winces, as if remembering some long healed hurt. “A lot. We’ll stop, honest.”

John sighs. This is not what he intended to happen. “No, no... You both are quite alright, really. I suppose my travels have been more draining than I first thought.”

“Okay...” Samuel says slowly, skepticism etched in his face. “Get some rest then.”

John can tell they don’t believe him; they both stare at him with wary, guilty expressions. John knows how hard they have been attempting to rebuild their relationship with Margaret and it feels cruel, leaving them to think John had any hard feelings over this. So he indulges them, just a little.

“Good night Samuel. Good night Rose.”

He strides confidently out of the mess, ignoring Rose’s delighted squeal. A grin blooms on his face, and his heart flutters.

Damn. Nova is going to be insufferable about this.

[piers-official]

Oi, M’Piers ex-gym leader of Spikemuth, Galar. I specialize in dark-type pokemon and create equally dark music.

Dunno why m’here, but Marnie says it could help build a fanbase, and get more people to visit Spikemuth. Plus, I got downtime now since retirin’, so I might as well do somethin’ with it.

-If ya wanna know more about me and the blog, just read below.

(PLEASE READ BEFORE INTERACTING)

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Basic Info and Shit:

Name: Piers Ravenwood (O’course)

Age: 24

Birthday: Aug. 24th (Virgo)

Gender: Genderqueer🟣🔘🟢

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: He/She/It

Current Pokemon Party:

Obstagoon (M): Danzig

Scrafty (M): Cash

Malamar (M): Bowie

Toxtricity Lowkey (M): Strummer

Skuntank (M): Ozzy

Newbies:

Marley (M): Honchkrow

My Uncle Grimsley is on here too if you wanna have a chat with him @grimsley-official

Sometimes Marnie pops up on here (ta m'own dismay) she signs off with 🖤M🖤 and writes in pink like this

Her info:

Name: Marnie Ravenwood

Age: 13

Birthday: May 28th (Gemini)

Gender: Girl

Pronouns: She/her

Pokemon Party:

Morpeko (F): Siousxie (Soo-zee)

Liepard (F): Helena

Toxicroak (F): Veruca

Scrafty (F): Rebel

Grimmsnarl (M): Nephilim

New babies!:

Riot (F): Pawniard

Shirley (F): Krokorok

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(If you do nsfw, fine, but keep it off my blog thank you.)

Piers wouldn't like you either, so shoo!

Mun Nova here, 30+ years old and I use he/they pronouns!If you have any questions don't be afraid to contact me, my DMs are always open!

DISCLAIMER: this is an rp blog that takes place in the pokemon universe, so pls keep in mind I will be RPing as such! I will be useing several different HC from the games, anime/manga and also personal

This Blog also takes place after the events in sw/sh.

(NOTE: NSFW is NOT allowed! However, flirting, teasing, and SOME innuendos towards Piers (NOT MARNIE) are fine. Use common sense! Any ask that goes against my rules will be deleted.)

>Friendly reminder that if you try to engage a plot with me without at least discussing it with me first, then I will likely not respond. Even if you do approach me with a plot in mind, there is no guarantee I will agree.

I AM A-OKAY INTERACTING WITH OCS. This involves: Fallers, Eebydeebies, sentient pokemon, hybrids, etc. If you're not sure just ask! I promise I do not bite <3

If you are looking to interact with my muse, and your muse is tied to some potentially triggering topics, I would prefer if you discussed potential interactions with me first. This is for my own comfort, so please keep this in mind.

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[krazy-for-klara]

Hello lovely people! I am the caring and charismatic Klara~*~♥ I use she/her pronouns and I’m a minor-circuit gym leader specializing in poison types~! Why? Because they’re just so SUPERDUPER CUTE and volatile like me~! If you want to battle me, I’ll be happy to serve you a dish of poison. Oh, Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle… WHEN I KNOCK YOU FLAT ON YOUR ASS… *a-hem* heehee~!

Below are my CUTIE PATOOTIE teammates~:

Galarian Slowking ♀ - Queenie

Galarian Weezing ♂ - Sir Dougalous Stache

Drapion ♀ - Cutie Pie

Scolipede ♀ - Booga Bug

Galarian Slowbro ♀ - Princess Payapa

Newbie patoobies!:

Croagunk ♂ - Kero Kero

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DNI: PRO-SHIPPERS, TERFS RAD/LIBFEMS, TRANSPHOBES, RACISTS, ETC. NO NSFW POSTS/RPS ALLOWED

(If you do nsfw, keep it off my blog thank you.)

Hey, mun Nova, here 30+ years old and I use he/they pronouns!

If you have any questions don't be afraid to contact me, my DMs are always open! Also this is an rp blog that takes place in the pokemon universe, so pls keep in mind I will be RPing as such! Also I will be using A LOT of personal HCs, so if you don't like them err... sorry?

>Friendly reminder that if you try to engage a plot with me without at least discussing it with me first, then I will likely not respond. Even if you do approach me with a plot in mind, there is no guarantee I will agree.

I AM A-OKAY INTERACTING WITH OCS. This involves: Fallers, Eebydeebies, sentient pokemon, hybrids, etc. If you're not sure just ask! I promise I do not bite <3

If you are looking to interact with my muse, and your muse is tied to some potentially triggering topics, I would prefer if you discussed potential interactions with me first. This is for my own comfort, so please keep this in mind.

Please keep in mind Klara is not usually a nice person by any means. She will be rude and mean as she sees fit. This does NOT reflect me (the mun's) morals, this is completely IC and fictitious. If this makes you uncomfortable then do not interact. As such, you may be rude back, as long as it is IN CHARACTER. I have anxiety and cannot handle hate/rudeness IRL/OOC.

This is a side blog, so I'll usually send asks on anon and sign off with Krazy-for-Klara or depending.

I follow back from my main @galactic-mermaid

IF YOU READ THIS ENTIRE THING, PLS SEND (DM or Ask) THE PHRASE "Trans Slowpoke" TO ME AS CONFIRMATION.

Check out my other Pokemon RP blogs!:

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@darkpunkrocker (Sidney E4 RP Blog)

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Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

You take down Evan and make it back to New Orleans where Elijah awaits

Warning: mention of killing and a tiny smidge of spice

Your phone vibrated in your pocket causing you and Max both to mumble a curse as he spread a shield around you both with his magic, a tactic to make the men looking for the two of you simply look anywhere but the corner the two of you were in.

The Banes twins had figured out Evan had indeed poisoned those on his side against hunters, using witches who wanted a squadron of their own who was capable of taking on things that crawled out of the deepest abyss of hell and every other realm.

The only way to sever the spell would be to kill Evan. The issue with that was it had to be an instantaneous moment of you killing him while the coven Alicia and Max had formed for this stripped his witches of their powers.

That took this hunt from the level of “find the monster and kill it” all of you knew to forming a tactical team of hunters spread across the states. Enchanted coms gave you access to hunters states over trying to pinpoint Evan's exact location. You'd called the kill, everyone understood the importance to you that was being the one to put down this threat.

Once the threat passed Max lowered his shield and grabbed your arm “Come on” the two of you ran for his motorcycle that was parked nearby and nearly dove onto it.

Elijah didn't let his temper out but when another call went unanswered he was considering breaking the phone. “She's been gone for two weeks. She dropped contact three days in. Brother perhaps she moved on” Klaus’ voice hit his ears and he spun to face him “Her Nova is still in storage. Most of her belongings are still in her apartment. Why would she leave all of that behind simply to get away from me?”

The truth was Klaus was trying to provoke his brother by offering a challenge that you simply left because after a few days of your absence he'd seen what it had done to Elijah and Rebekah and tried to locate you himself. No trail of you had been left behind in over a week. Rebekah was distracted by Marcel so his goal was to not let Elijah consider the very real possibility that you may be dead.

“If she comes back near New Orleans we'll know but you can not make her appear in front of you from will alone” he tried to choose his words carefully and could see that they had little effect on Elijah. “I care for her Niklaus. I do not want to consider having lost her this soon after finding her”

You watched Alicia walk across the room time and again, going over the vials of herbs and ingredients that lined the table. Some of those had required some traveling to get your hands on and a few Dean had gotten shipped in on a favor from Ketch.

Your hands moved from muscle memory alone, loading your guns then sharpening your blades. Evan's location had been narrowed down, you had wolves nearby watching that could report back should he move.

This had taken nearly a month. You hadn't spoken to Elijah in so long the truth was you didn't expect him to be waiting on you when you got back to New Orleans. You knew what he'd say had he known what you were doing. He'd ask you to let him handle it. He'd gladly kill Evan and get Klaus to wipe out the witches but you needed to do this yourself.

Max walked in the door and looked from you to his sister “It's time. We've got a half an hour window. It's now or never”

You were exhausted and sore when you practically rolled out of Alicia's car “Sure you don't want me to stick around?” She asked but you shook your head “A witch as powerful as you? Marcel will send people knocking. I'll be ok”

She laughed “Just call if you need anything sweetheart. You should sleep better tonight” you grinned “Oh hell yes”

—----------

You walked into the door of your apartment and dropped the bag of dirty clothes next to the door but took care to push the bag of weapons under the bed where they would be close at hand. You desperately needed to shower.

You thought of Elijah as you walked into the bathroom. You wanted to see him but part of you feared his reaction to how long you'd been gone.

Instead you hit Rebekah's number on your phone as you walked into the bathroom. The moment she answered you heard her breath a sigh of relief “About bloody time! I was afraid you'd fallen off the face of the earth”

You laughed lightly,guilt slipping into your mind “I'm sorry Bek. I just needed to handle this on my own” “I understand the need but a text would've been nice. Elijah has been unbearable” you grimaced slightly “How bad?”

She laughed and the noise wrapped around you. You hadn't realized how bad you'd missed her as well “Let's just say he was ready to set fire state by state until he laid eyes on you again. Klaus had to talk him down” christ if Klaus was being the voice of reason..you closed your eyes “Chances of delaying him knowing I'm back?”

“I can give you maybe half an hour” “You're an angel with fangs Bek” you bid each other goodbye with promise to meet the following day before you laid your phone down on the sink and quickly got into the shower. Evan's blood was still caked on your arms and splashed through your hair. You couldn't face Elijah bloody.

—---------------

You walked out of the bedroom and had just plugged your phone in and sat it on the end table next to your bed when there was a familiar knock at your door. The thought to make him wait flashed through your mind but you pushed it down.

You walked over to the door and looked down at what you were wearing. You'd tossed an oversized shirt and sleep shorts on. He'd seen you in less considering.

You opened the door and he blasted by you into the apartment. “Come on in” you mumbled, the sarcasm in your voice falling flat when you turned to face the vampire standing in the middle of your home. Anger rolled off of him in waves. Instead of his usual suit he was wearing that damn henley again and you wondered if Rebekah had told him to wear that since she knew the effect it had on you.

You shut the door then turned to lean against it with your arms crossed over your chest. You'd done nothing wrong. You owed him no explanation and wasn't about to grovel for his affection. “Rebekah said you've been a bit unhinged?”

He scoffed at your response “Tell me, how would you like me to react? You left and haven't spoken to any of us in a month” “I had business of my own to take care of” you replied and within the blink of an eye he was in front of you, eyes skimming your body “and you didn't trust me with the information of who you were after?”

You uncrossed your arms, placing both palms flat on his chest to give you enough room that his presence wasn't dizzying. He let his hands come to rest on your hips, you didn't protest because in truth you were craving his touch.

“If you respect me Elijah, you'll respect that I had to do this because it was my former fiance that was targeting hunters. I brought the threat to my community, I had to handle it” He nodded slowly “and if you respect me darling the next time you need to go on one of these little missions I simply ask you tell me”

He leaned down enough to be looking into your eyes “I don't like the thought of losing you” you didn't know how to respond. You'd expected a lot out of this but not a confession of not wanting to lose you. You knew how you felt about him but you knew you were human, you'd die probably sooner than later given your life. Were you worth the effort?

You didn't want to give voice to those concerns. You just wanted to feel Elijah. You moved your hands up his chest to hook them around his neck and bring him down into a kiss. The moment your lips touched you let out a light sigh. This was what you'd been missing for weeks. The kiss was hungry and charged, both of you feeling the need to devour the other.

His hands went from your hips to your thighs and he picked you up effortlessly. You gasped at the movement and he used it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, rolling it against yours. You ground your hips down against his, feeling how his body was already reacting to you.

You were forced to pull away from the kiss in need of air so he moved to your neck, nipping the areas he knew would make you quiver in his touch. “Bed Elijah, please” you moaned and he grinned into your neck “What happened to my smart mouthed little hunter who was ready for a fight moments ago?”

You pulled back and glared at him “You've got five seconds to get me to the bed” before you could get your sentence out completely, your back was on the bed and he was over you “Fast enough?” You shook your head but couldn't hide how your thighs clenched when his hands slipped under your shirt, fingertips barely grazing your bare breasts.

“Please quit teasing” you begged and damn him he had the nerve to smile almost boyishly “I've waited a month to touch you, taste you. You're going to get comfortable and let me enjoy this” you wanted to argue, to throw some sarcastic comment back but the way he was looking at you pulled every thought out of your mind. You nodded slowly and his smile turned from boyish to devilish “Good girl”

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You could remember the first few times you and Elijah were together. He'd been gentle, almost too gentle. You understood his fear of hurting you. He was strong and had so many years of experience and as much as you loved being held and worshiped there were times you wanted it rougher, to feel his fingertips bruising as he drove into you pushing you over that peak of pleasure.

He'd learned what you liked and was intuitive enough to know just what you needed. Tonight he knew you didn't need soft or gentle, you needed to clear your head of anything but him.

—----------------

You gripped his hair tightly as his tongue worked at your clit, fingers curling over that spot deep inside of you that had your back fighting to arch off the bed despite the fact that one of his arms laid across your stomach held you in place. “Elijah..please…fuck”

You'd already come twice and damn him he was determined to make it a third time before he ever even stripped free of his clothes. You could feel that pressure building in you and the moment he barely let his teeth graze your sensitive flesh you came with a cry of his name falling from your lips. You pushed weakly at his head “Too much…too damn much”

He left one final kiss against you then leaned back to smile up at you “Giving up already?” You wished you had the energy to fully retort but you simply waved at his clothes “You're severely overdressed Mikaelson”

He nodded then stood, quickly stripping his clothes before crawling back up your body slowly,nearly at a human pace. When he reached your lips he caught them in a rough kiss allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue “You look absolutely exquisite like this”

You opened your mouth to respond but he chose that moment to slowly push into you, clearly enjoying the way your mouth fell open and your eyes closed against the stretch. “Tell me what you need” he whispered, unmoving as he placed open mouthed kisses along your jaw taking special care to tease every place he knew would have you clenching around him.

After a moment you opened your eyes to find his gaze locked firmly onto you. You gave him a small smile “Show me how much you missed me” He shook his head with a slight smirk “All my years of living and you may very well be my undoing” a sharp roll of his hips ensured you didn't have the ability to reply beyond a deep moan falling from your lips as your nails dug into his shoulders.

You woke up curled up to Elijah's chest. It wasn't the first time the two of you had spent an entire night wrapped up in each other but the sight of waking up to him next to you was something you'd never grow tired of.

He groaned lightly as he stretched around you “How are you feeling?” You placed a kiss on his chest “Delightfully sore and happy to be home” he smiled at you referring to New Orleans as home. “How long do I have you before Rebekah steals you away?”

You glanced at the clock on your nightstand “You've got a couple hours” he leaned down to pull you into a kiss “In that case, I still have a month to make up for” you felt his hands begin to roam lower and moaned into the kiss. You may have to meet Rebekah for dinner instead of lunch.

[mygloviesme]

cool about it. || myg

no. 10: no regrets

predebut/debut!yoongi x female idol

summary: kanako is an established idol with a growing career and a secret relationship with a producer from her label, haneul. when she’s asked to work with yoongi and rm to create a track for her, she gains unexpected feelings for a certain upcoming rapper. with her increasing fame, her controlling boyfriend, a set of six boys who seem to have grown an attachment to her, and a new boy who’d give her the world, how will she figure out a way to balance it all?

(definitely inspired by boygenius)

word count: 3.6k

genre: ANGST, friends(?) to lovers, slow burn, lots of pining, fluff

chapter warnings: toxic relationship (not w/myg), mentions of mental health, mention of a box cutter, SLIGHT SMUT

inspo song: billie bossa nova by billie eilish

"it's hard to stop it once it starts."

MARCH 7TH, 2012, 8:02AM

Bang-PD enters the room with an obvious rush. He was never the type to be late, so being two minutes late was almost inexcusable for himself. He sits down with only his usual meeting binder, stocked to the fullest on what we are to talk about. He adjusts the frames of his glasses before taking them off to rub his eyes of sleep. 

“Uh- sorry, everyone. Had a long night.” He mumbles. I know why, because of the scandal. It seems obvious at this point that this man has been losing sleep because of it. Answering media questions, doing stand alone press conferences, no thanks to me. I try not to feel bad, but just like many times before, it’s impossible not to. Although the staff members here always give me a genuine smile and ‘hello’, they’re always somewhat in a hurry. It’s been quiet chaos in the BigHit building, and I have been told minimal information. To keep me safe, sane? Probably. 

“Okay everyone, thank you for coming. A couple things,” He says, looking at me and the seven boys who sit in front of him. 

“First, as some have you may have heard, we’ve lost some important sponsors. It’s lost us a lot of money and time, but that’s beside the point.” Nice. 

“While we’ve lost sponsors, we’ve gained some better ones thankfully. They’ve been very helpful during this time in support of you, Kanako. Saying, and I quote, we join this company as we are in full support of women. Our deepest condolences for you during this time.”

“What? Did someone die?” Jungkook snortles. No one else reacts. He’s quick to shut back down.

“I didn’t know anyone was in support of me.” I whisper. 

Bang gives me an empathetic smile, “There’s lots of people on your side, Kanako. Moving on,”

I guess I really have been out of the loop since losing all contact with the outside world. But lots of people on my side also means lots of people who are not on my side, and that’s what flutters outside this very building. On the TV screens that have quieted down in the midst of this scandal for a tiny bit, but there’s still crumbs. 

“They’ve given us a generous sum which resulted in us making this team decision.”

Oh no. What’s he going to say? They’re finally set to kick me off? They don’t need the income I bring in anymore, or actually, lack thereof now. This silence is deafening. 

“Kanako, we’ve decided to send you to Jeju for a few days. Four days to be exact. If you’re willing to, or wanting to. Now, we have enough for the seven boys to come along as well, but if you’d like to have this time for yourself that’s completely understandable as well. The decision is yours.” He says. My mouth is in a shameless ‘o’ shape from my tiny gasp. This is far from what I expected. If anything, I would’ve never guessed this in a million years. 

“Why send me off?” I phrase it like they’re trying to give me, which causes Bang’s face to give an unimpressed expression. “We’re not sending you off, we want you to have some time away from this building. It’s too dangerous to let you go to restaurants still and we’ve managed to find a secluded spot for you to enjoy, if you’d like.” All this for me? Something else good has come, surprisingly. My unlucky streak has finally ended, with a triumph of celebration in my brain. Serotonin that I haven’t unlocked, you could say.  It’s no doubt in my mind that I want the boys to come, looking at Jungkook and seeing his begging eyes like a dog about to go for a walk. He’s almost shaking with how much excitement he has. 

But I keep myself calm and collected, nodding slowly. “Yes, I’d like to go. W-With the group. Will it be all shared?” 

“There’s enough room for the boys to share and for you to have your own. But yes, you’ll be in the house together.” Yet another recipe for disaster? Or maybe, on the positive side, an adventure with seven boys I love deeply. And lots of fun. 

And just in time for Yoongi’s birthday.

Bang-PD turns his head to the boys, “Would you all like to-”

“Y-Yes.” Jungkook stutters, being on the brink of imploding. His eagerness only makes me smile. 

The boys nod along happily, “Alright, it’s settled. The plane leaves in four hours, giving you all three hours to pack. There’ll be staff members coming to stay near your villa and check in every once in a while. But Kanako,” His sudden serious tone making me gain a burst of anxiety, 

“We’ve made sure this whole trip will be as private as it could possibly be. We wanted to do this while the boys are still trainees so there’s a level of anonymity. And now that fans and reporters have stopped harassing us, we can leave peacefully. From the back of the building, that is.”

I nod, “I-I trust you.” I think. 

MARCH 7TH, 2012, 9:15AM

The boys and I have all scattered to our dorms to begin packing, Jungkook frantically barging in my dorm with a worried look plastered on his face. “You have my red jacket!” He cries. 

I tilt my head with innocence, “No I don’t.” I reply simply. This is a lie. But I just love the way it looks on me. “Liar!” He exclaims before running to my closet, rummaging through my belongings. I try grabbing him but he’s too driven to find what he’s looking for. After destroying my closet and drawers, he turns around in defeat. “Where is it?”

“I don’t kno-”

“Kanako please! We don’t have much time!” He pleads.

I sigh, standing there for a second more before reaching into my suitcase, grabbing the thin red piece of clothing he was dying for. He takes a breath of relief before kissing my cheek and running back to his dorm. I place my hand on my hip to assess the damage that my room is in. I’ll clean it up when I get back from the trip, I think to myself. I’ve always been one for procrastination, delaying, flaking. It’s a horrible habit I’m trying to cut back, but one thing at a time, right? 

I finish packing my toiletries, makeup, and other small accessories I might want to bring. I’ve been living in sweatpants and hoodies from different members of the group so I try bringing clothes that might look..cute? Since the flight is a little over an hour I decide to bend down on the floor to find something decent to wear. You’d think from being an idol for two years I’d know how to properly dress myself, but I don’t. 

As I sort through the pile of clothing, I hear someone come in. It’s Jihyo, a staff member who works here. She closes the door behind her quickly, holding a big rectangular box in her arms. 

“Oh you got it, thank you!” I gasp happily as she hands me the box. It’s heavier than I thought, my body plummeting down from the weight of it. She laughs and helps me place it on my bed. 

I can see her face cringe, “I really hope it’s the one you asked for.” She says. 

My eyes lighten up as I graze my hand over it. It’s Yoongi’s birthday gift, a new keyboard. It definitely left a hole in my pocket, but for him, I wanted to get him something that would last forever. 

I nod eagerly, glancing at her then back to the keyboard. “It’s perfect. It’s exactly what I wanted, thank you.” 

She says a quick no problem before I give her a hug, letting her escape back to her job. I hunt through my things, looking for anything I could to make the keyboard look less naked. I look at my shoes, the ones I wore for my debut. They’re ballerina-inspired with ribbon lacing to tie up your calf. I suck in my teeth and grab a pair of scissors, cutting them. It doesn’t hurt that much to damage them, but it was a vital memory walking around in them. The memories I made performing with them, the pain-staking wounds I’d get on the back of my ankle after the shows ended. But it’s for a good cause.

I grab a box-cutter to open the packaging first, the heaviness of the object making it much harder to do this as fast as I could. I place it back on my bed and the stand it comes with. 

I wrap the ribbon along the height of the keyboard, tying it in a nice bow. I pat it down to make sure it looks nice and pretty before snaking my way to Yoongi’s dorm. The hyung line is all packing, Hoseok still deciding on the clothes to bring. He’s very picky with his style, and since it’s a vacation, he seems to be overthinking. “You know we’re not gonna be around anyone else.” I laugh at him playfully, which he responds with a serious expression. 

“I don’t wanna hear any of that. Look, this tank top or this one?”

He told up two black tank tops. But one does have thicker material and looks like it would fit him better, “The right one.”

“My right or yours?”

He takes my unamusement as an answer. I search through the dorm and end up in the bathroom where Namjoon is, packing all his toiletries. “Where’s Yoongi?” I ask, he shrugs. Very helpful, thank you. I give up eventually with this dorm, speed-walking to the other where the young ones are. It’s the same scene, giving me deja vu. Except Jimin is the one on the floor, indecisive. 

I sigh, “Where’s Yoongi?”

“Bathroom. Said Namjoon was taking too long.”

“What, is he peeing or something?”

“Dunno.”

Sometimes they aggravate me. Just like brothers. I walk to the bathroom where it’s open and see Yoongi fixing his hair. “What’re you doing?” He jumps from the sound of my voice. 

“J-Just-”

“Checking yourself out? You couldn’t wait for Namjoon to be done so you could fix your hair?” I giggle. 

He huffs and stops from moving, coming closer to me. He doesn’t hesitate to kiss me, placing his hands on my shoulders. He’s confident with this one, much like the others. I move my head towards his, filling the empty space between our bodies. 

“Can you guys please stop making out? We’re gonna be late.” Jungkook whines from behind us, making Yoongi and I part. I nod and nod, knowing we were in a time crunch then and now. 

“I know people! Give me some time. Yoongi, get over here.” I say, gesturing for him to follow me. I place my hands to my side, causing Yoongi to scoop up one with his own. We walk to my dorm and before I open the door I turn to him. “Close your eyes.” I say. He widens his eyes, “What’re you gonna do to me?” He smirks. I puff my lips, “Shut up.”

“Okay, okay.” He says and finally closes his eyes. I open my door and lead him by his hand to my bed. I wait a moment to look at him as his eyes are closed, wanting to savor this moment. I take a deep breath,

“You can look now.” I whisper. 

He’s quick to look at me first, which makes me dart me eyes to my bed, giving him a hint. He looks down slowly, seeing the keyboard laying on my bed. He doesn’t say anything at first, only staring. He’s great at making it hard for me to read him. He places his hand on the keys, almost unbelieving that it’s real. 

“Kanako…” he breathes. 

My lips curl into a delicate smile, “Yes?”

“This is…” He trails off.

I place my hands behind my back and lean on my tip-toes to kiss his cheek. “This is for you.”

He shakes his head softly, “I don’t know what to say. This must’ve cost a fortune.” 

“You’re worth a fortune. I wanted you to be able to have this for a long time. Whenever you need it. Whenever inspiration strikes you next. When you go on tour and you just need to play.” I reply. He moves his hand to the bow, furrowing his brows. 

“I recognize this.” He says.

“It’s just some ribbon I had lying around.” I lie. 

He hums and unties it. I stare at his airy fingers as they move, pulling on the bottom to unravel it. He picks up the bow and looks at me. “What?” I ask with bright eyes, hoping he doesn’t notice the frayed edges. “Put it on.” He asks. 

“W-What? Like, where?”

“In your hair.” He speaks like I should know what he’s talking about. 

O-Oh, I mutter. Dirty mind Kanako. I place it on my head, adjusting my hair so the knot doesn’t get tangled. It’s very hard to do this without a mirror. I tighten it around my hair and pull out some strands in the front of my face, running my hands through my hair and looking at Yoongi with curiosity. 

“Does it look okay?”

Instead of responding he leans in for a melting kiss, placing his hands around my neck. He moves his body so I can follow him, eventually both sitting on our knees on the floor. We stay like this for a good second before he moves me once again, now being on top of me. Both of his legs lay beside each of my thighs.  

The position is intimate and close, and I have a feeling in my stomach that’s burning down to my underwear. I notice his hips moving slightly, causing more friction between us. The bulge of his sweatpants grows onto my stomach, causing a sharp groan from him. It’s like he’s needy, the way he’s riding on me. There’s no control from his side. No pulling on me or tugging me where he’d like me to be. He lets me enjoy his deprivation, and I do. A lot. I touch his stomach from underneath, rubbing up and down his chest. 

Our heads bob as the kissing becomes more messy and heated. There’s this sensual fighting between the both of our bodies, like it’s been ages since we’ve loved one another like this. The ringing in my ears becomes stagnant as Yoongi speaks, exhausted but determined. 

“I don’t think I can handle not feeling you.” He says. His cheeks are flushed and red. I spot his forehead glistening ever so slightly. 

I take off my shirt in one swift move, revealing my lack of undergarments. The way he looks down to my breasts is one I keep in my back pocket. His hands start on my stomach, pressing down gently so I feel every crease and bump of his fingers. I lean my head back and moan quietly, the purlices of both his hands lining perfectly with my chest. His pointer finger swipes over my nipple, making me flinch with pleasure. He drifts his hand to my mouth, dipping his index fingers in my mouth before sliding them down to smear my own saliva on my breasts.

It’s slick and slow, but it’s not teasing. It’s perfect and intimate. He lowers his body to become face to face with my chest, looking up to me as his mouth hovers over my nipple. 

“This okay?” He whispers. I bite my lip and nod. He flicks his tongue on the sensitive, hard skin. I whimper in response as he proceeds to take me in his mouth. He sucks gently, his warm tongue doing this thing that I’m not sure I can explain with words. All I know is that my eyes are focused on him, watching him practically eat me alive. He laps up my nipple faster and I notice the saliva from his mouth is endless, dripping down his chin. He’s not afraid to make this so erotic and utterly filthy. I can’t stop my hands from grazing down to his opened legs, caressing his bulge. He sucks in his teeth, which I love that he does that, and places his forehead down on my chest. It seems I’ve broken him down with that small motion which gets me excited to continue more. I bring my other hand to fiddle with his zipper, teasing him.

“Are we really doing this?” He whispers while his head lays in between my breasts.

“What exactly do you think this is?” I tease. 

“Only what you want.” He responds. 

I take that as a go to unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. Everything is so fast and progressing quickly, but I choose to follow it. Don't overthink it. It’s good right now. 

He takes his head from my chest and goes back to sitting up, setting his hands down on the floor to balance himself. I prop my body up as I play with the waistband of his boxers that peek from the opening of his pants. He shakes his head with a modest smile, “Baby, baby, baby.” He mumbles. 

As I proceed to travel my hand below his boxers, there’s a storming pile of men that barge in through the door. And I’m topless, with my hands down Yoongi’s boxers. 

It’s Jungkook, Namjoon, and Hoseok. Everyone is frozen in place. I look at Yoongi who looks at them, then at me and my current situation. Uh..uh-uh, he says as he hurries as he grabs my shirt to drape it over my chest quickly. “Kanako…” He mumbles and looks at his underwear, my hand still remaining at the crime scene. I remove it and we detach ourselves from each other, awkwardly. All I can do is wrap the shirt around my body and completely flush. Yoongi’s pants are still unbuttoned, which he doesn’t seem to notice.

“O-Oh. We- um. We just need to-” Jungkook stutters.

“We need to get going.” Namjoon states. 

I gulp and nod, “Yes, right.” They stand there for a little while longer. I wait for them to leave so I can put on my shirt, but they don’t seem to be moving. “C-Can you guys-” I mutter.

Oh yeah, of course, right. They all say and shuffle out the door. I’ve never heard such a deafening silence as they leave, shutting the door behind them. I drop my shirt and tuck my head between my legs, sighing heavily. 

“Oh my god.” 

“I know.”

“Oh my god.”

Yoongi crawls over to me and tilts my head up, giving me an empathetic pout. “I know.” He says again. 

“They saw my boobs, Yoongi!” I whine. 

“I know! It was awful, I’m sorry.” 

I puff my lips with a bit of attitude, “You should be! It’s not like they saw anything of yours that they haven’t already seen.” He caresses my face, comforting me. 

“They’ll get over it soon, I promise.”

MARCH 7TH, 2012, 2:57PM

The car ride to the airport was awkward. The plane ride was awkward. The car ride to our villa was even more awkward. It seems the boys can’t even look at me, and when they do, it’s not at my face. The outfit I decided on was just a simple mid-thigh dress with black tights! It’s not like my cleavage is even out, but it feels like they almost have x-ray vision. I assume the ones who saw me topless told the others because like I said, none of them can look at me. 

It isn’t until we’re sitting inside this amazing villa and I still see them being so painfully quiet that I get frustrated. 

I sit up aggressively from the couch we’re all resting at, “Okay everyone, they’re just boobs. Don’t act like you’ve never seen any before. That is unless I’m sitting with a bunch of virgins.” I speak, my frustration very obvious with my choice of words. It’s unlike me to speak this way, but how they’re acting is stupid and unfair. Jungkook shuffles uncomfortably, “It wasn’t just that.”

I roll my eyes, “Me and Yoongi, we’re…we’re just doing stuff! Like normal people do.”

“Like couples do?” Namjoon says, raising his head from his phone. I freeze up. I didn’t want that label yet, but it gets my point across so to hell with it. 

“Y-Yeah, it’s normal. So can everyone get over it?” I sit back down, only to get up once again. 

“And start knocking before you enter a room, please!” I exclaim, plopping down on the couch finally. The boys all mumble to themselves before coming to agreement. “You’re right Kanako, we’re sorry. That was a private moment and we shouldn’t have treated you differently…because of it.” Namjoon puts down his phone as he speaks, giving me his full attention. 

I nod, satisfied. “Thank you.” Yoongi, who sits next to me, gives me a reassuring squeeze on my thigh. 

The door bursts open, contradicting what I just asked, but sure. Incomes Jihyo, the staff member who assisted me with Yoongi’s present, with two bags in her hands. She pulls down her mask, breathing heavily. Might I add she’s always very eager to please. You didn’t hear it from me, but I see her ogling Seokjin often. 

 “I-Is this what you all wanted?” She asks, pulling out a bottle of alcohol. 

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[h0ney-gl0ws]

Please may I ask for a Griss x reader who gets badly injured in battle and he goes all protective killin everyone and trying to help cause unlike himself and pain he don’t like the reader in that type of pain

Of course you may! You didn’t specify whether you wanted headcanons or a one shot, so I went with a one shot, I hope that is alright as I’m pretty happy with how it turned out! :)

Thanks for the request and be mindful of the content warnings!

Cws: Griss, Violence, Blood, minor character death

Word Count (Approx): 972

The cries of the corrupted rang out as they charge into battle. The sounds of swords clashing against swords. Distant explosions from various spells. It was all so melodic. After all it was the sound of pain.

Griss let’s out a strained laugh after a particularly good hit from an opposing soldier. Spitting out some blood, he says darkly, “You hit well, but not well enough, a pity really.” before casting nova upon the poor soldier. Swiping a bit of blood off of his lip, He shakes his head as he watches the soldier disappear in a flash of light.

The four hounds were currently infiltrating an obscure village, by order of Lady Zephia, there’s apparently an artifact that will assist them greatly in their upcoming toils with the divine dragon. Of course, the villagers will not part with their precious artifact without a fight. Delaying the process significantly. Griss does not mind too much, though, at least he’s getting his fix of pain out of this. Being able to relish in the agony of a battlefield is worthwhile!

Griss was just about to rush in again ready to strike another victim when he heard the one and only scream that brings him terror instead of pleasure. Yours.

He turns just in time to see an enemy soldier pulling their sword out of your body. A dark crimson dripping from the weapon…

The same red pools in his vision. Pain was all fun and games when it was his. He took pleasure out of agony, he’s the one who always yearns for more suffering, but seeing you fall limply to the floor clutching your side, an expression of absolute torture on you face. That was not amusing to watch.

The next moments went by in a flash, literally. The brightness of the flames of ragnarok fill the air. Griss could hardly register the villager’s panic as he tore through their pathetic excuse of an army. He stood among the fallen panting heavily, only snapping back to the reality when he hears you release a pained grunt.

He rushes to your side in an instant sliding to his knees to get on your level, “Hey- hey! Don’t be moving around like that! You’re going to make the pain worse!” He scolds.

You tsk, “That’s rich coming for you-“ you wheeze pausing to try to breath, “I thought you loved this kinda thing? Aren’t you envious?”

“Don’t even joke about this right now, even on the brink of death you are still just as much as a pain…probably why I love you so much…” Griss doesn’t smile at you as he says this. Instead he casts his eyes downward and attempts to pry your hand away from the wound.

You hiss as the cold air of the outside breeze hits your open wound. Your hand is sticky…you don’t even wanna look in fear of throwing up. From the way the world around you is spinning you might do that anyways.

You feel a pressure against your cheek, and a voice? Griss? You should listen…

“Hey! You gotta stay with me! I do know some healing spells but you are going to have to stay awake! Focus ‘kay?” Griss shouts.

focus…

A sharp sudden burn against your abdomen nearly causes you to jolt up reflexively. You cry out instead.

“m’sorry, this is the only way I know how to heal, it’s gonna sting…a lot.”

Another flash, another agonizing piercing sensation.

“AH! Ah, Griss, stop, STOP!” You shout pushing his hands away. You wrap your arms around yourself again trying to soothe the lingering ache. To your dismay your fingertips come back still stained red.

“I’m going to need you to cooperate with me here, I know it hurts, believe me, but I’m almost done. Please…let me heal you.” You look into his eyes, he’s pleading with you.

“When did you become so soft Griss?” You tease.

He rolls his eyes playfully, painfully smiling as he once again pries your hands away from your wound. Within the next few minutes your were mostly healed, although very, very, sore.

Griss aids you to your feet, and catches you as you stumble. You squeak as the sudden movement hurts more than you expect.

“I did the best I could in the moment, you’re still going to be out of commission until you get the chance to fully heal up.” He says.

You look up at him, “Thank you Griss…really…you saved my life-“ you pause getting a good look at the surrounding battlefield, you whistle lowly, “And you really did a number on these soldiers.”

“I guess, seeing you in pain affected me more than I thought. I honestly don’t remember much after hearing your scream…” he laughs.

“Awww, but I thought you liked pain?”

“Please I never want to be hurt by seeing you like that again, but everything else is fair game.”

You giggle, quickly regretting the decision by remembering the discomfort in your abdomen. Settling on giving Griss a kiss on the cheek you say, “Looks like you’ll have to be my new guard dog from now on.” Punctuating the statement with a wink.

“Only if you punish me for a job well done.”

“It’s a deal then!” You say playfully tugging a strand of his hair, “now let’s hurry up and grab this artifact so we can go home and rest. I really need it.”

“Anything for you, rosebud.”

[noblelightfighter]

The Cost of Peace

Word count: 2759

Prompts: "Just when were you planning on telling us that?"

Warnings: death, guilt. How Novali ended up being stuck with the Bad batch and why her family is gone. This is a heavy one.

I figured I might as a well posts these now seeing how some of them are a little more heavy and people are not exactly looking for this anymore. Or reading what I write, so might as well😁 (the freedom is amazing)

"You guys found Novali?!” The blue Holo of Novali's brother-in-law Derick fizzled a bit as the connection was strained, but the look of relief and shock on his face was evident.

“Yeah, we found her,” Hunter scratched his neck shamefully. “We found her stunned on the floor of a bar. Some rich sleemo was trying to take her away. Saying that she was part of some scheme to grab trade deals or something.” It wasn't a total lie, those things did happen, he just left out the part of who originally kidnapped her.

Derek wiped a hand over his face in shock. “Oh Maker… oh Maker.” Derick regained his military composition and looked sharply at Hunter. “Is she okay? Is she hurt? Did anything happen to her?” 

Hunter stood at attention. “She has some scratches and bruises from fighting her captors and we believe she may have been drugged, for she doesn't remember if she was used for the scheme or not.”

“My SISTER WAS DRUGGED?!” Came the cry of a woman off the holo who then very quickly came into view, looking a bit wild, tired, and ready to fight. Hunter could see the resemblance between the two sisters now: angled jaws with round chins, big eyes, small noses and freckles galore, though the sister looked more sharp while Novali looked more soft. He also noted the sharp screech in their voices and the downward angle of their brows when they were angry. “If you lay ONE finger on her I'll-” Hunter's brow slowly rose as the slew of vulgar words that poured from her mouth regarding him and his squad. He probably should have been offended but was more impressed than anything. Some of the things she said would have made even some of the saltiest clones pause and consider some life choices. He shared a look with Tech and Echo who each wore the same expression. Man this lady can swear. 

Derek finally stepped in by placing a hand on her shoulder and said in a sweet voice, “Penguin, calm down. These were the clones who helped us free our home.” 

Echo had to repress a snort. Penguin?

At that the woman stopped and looked surprised. She looked between her husband and the holo as if to confirm that he wasn't lying, and when no lie was detected, she bowed her head and said rather curtly, “I apologize, Warriors.”

“Warriors?” Hunter repeated by placing a hand on his hip.

“In their culture,” Tech jumped in, “If someone saves a populace or frees another from danger, they are given the title ‘Warrior’ and are shown utmost respect. Even outsiders may be granted this title.”

“How do you know so much about my culture?” Novali asked as she was being carried into the ship by Wrecker, who was followed by Crosshair carrying Omega. 

Tech answered carefully. “We were there before and I studied your world briefly during that mission, and I studied it more when we recovered you.”

Crosshair let Omega off his back and she stayed by his side holding his hand, not exactly wanting to move after being stunned. Crosshair regarded the holo of Derek and felt his anxiety creep up his neck. Did Derek and this woman by his side (who was probably his wife) know who took Novali? What did Hunter share?

Wrecker carefully let Novali down and helped her walk over to a chair after being stunned again. She grimaced with every step as she felt like her feet were stepping on pins and needles. “When were you there before?”

“They were with my squad.” Derek answered from the holo.

Novali's head shot up with wide eyes. Was this actually her brother-in-law? “D-Derek?”

“Nova!” Her sister cried with tears in her eyes, summoning her own.

“Rose!” The relief Novali felt at seeing her sister was almost indescribable as she covered her face with her hands.

“We've been worried sick about you!” Rose also covered her face the same way.

“We're going to get you at a rendezvous, okay?” Derek smiled encouragely at his sister-in-law. “And these guys are Warriors. They helped my squad defeat the Separatist that tried to take over. So you need to show them the Warriors Respect. They're going to take care of you until we meet up.”

At that Novali felt a jolt of electricity go through her, making her numb. “B-b-but Derek!” The rising fire of injustice was heating up. She then knew that Hunter hadn't told her family the whole story, or else they wouldn't be saying that. These guys didn't deserve any respect for what they put her through!

“I know your sister is rubbing off on you, but show them respect, even if you think they don't deserve it. We just want you back.”

At that Novali clamped her mouth shut. Unable to say anything more about how the Batch had treated her during this past week, even though she wanted to argue the point and expose these clones. But Derek was right. She just wanted to go back home. Or just back to her family at this point seeing how they were fleeing their home. She'll just tell them later. She swallowed down her pride and anger and nodded her head. “Understood sir.”

The Batch were a little stunned by her change of demeanor when talking to her family compared to them, but it made sense. They were the ones who kidnapped her in the first place. Or more specifically Crosshair was the one who did, who let out a small sigh of relief, being thankful that Hunter hadn't told Derek everything.

“Now that we know you're safe, we can leave now.” Derek said as he turned to Rose and gave her some sort of signal that the Batch could only guess was another culture thing. 

She nodded and left the holo, but not without waving and saying, “We'll see you soon!” Novali choked back a sob and waved back, silently wishing her sister would stay.

“Where would you like to meet?” Hunter asked.

“I'll send you the coordinates. I don't want to risk them being intercepted. And please take care of Novali. I know she-” the holo cut off suddenly.

Novali felt her stomach drop. No….

“Tech, what happened?” Hunter asked, a little worried.

“The connection has been severed.” Tech answered as his fingers flew across the panel. “I cannot reconnect.”

“The Empire came.”

They all stared at Novali, who looked pale with fear.

They suddenly remembered why her family was leaving their home. The Empire was coming to take over their moon. And they came early.

Echo immediately went to the back monitor and pulled up everything on Novali's homeworld with the girl staggering behind him, refusing help from the others, and they all watched in utter silence as there was live coverage of her home being bombarded by Star Destroyers.

Novali stared at the screen. Eyes wide and full of horror. Her home was being bombed. It was going up in flames. Ships were being shot out of the sky.

And some of those ships had her family. She knew because Derek gave Rose the signal to tell the others to fly.

The stress from the past week from being kidnapped, fighting the Batch, performing for a singing contest to swipe illegal trade deals, being drugged, being chased, shot at, molested, stunned, all of it, finally reached its boiling point as she watched her home crumble in front of her. 

Her world shattered.

The scream that erupted forth from her core tore through the entire ship, echoing all around into the deepest corners that were forgotten and into the hangar, ringing loud and painful in their ears and sending shivers down their spines. Her wailing tore at their souls as she witnessed everything she knew was being destroyed. Everyone she ever loved and cared for was being killed. Novali dropped to her knees as her body was wracked with sobs and more screams of agony, her tears dripping down to the floor. 

Her home was gone. 

Her parents were gone. 

Her brothers were gone. 

Her sisters were gone. 

Her friends were gone. 

Her world. 

Was gone. 

The batch were frozen in place, unable to move, as if her screams had rooted them to the floor, to witness the horror with her, rewatching a home being destroyed by the Empire, like they watched theirs. They knew this scream, but at the same time they didn't. They have heard it before but it was all internal. The suffocating scream of pain and despair.

Her screams reminded Hunter of when his heart broke when Crosshair was turned against them and he had to leave him behind, when Order 66 happened and their entire lives were turned upside down, watching his own home being destroyed by the Empire…. Everything he knew was gone, but he still had his family, unlike Novali. 

He was the first to stir, remembering that they needed to go before Sleemo Victor came back with reinforcements. He tapped Tech’s shoulder and quietly told him to turn off the screen and to get the ship ready. Novali must have heard him because she tackled Tech to the ground and caused him to fall onto Omega. She grabbed his blaster and shot wildly at the rest of them, hitting Echo’s prosthetics and missed everyone else by mere inches. Hunter threw his knife into the blaster and knocked it out of her hands, which grabbed her attention and she charged at him. He grabbed her arms and held her back and saw the utmost hate filled, vengeful, tear streaked face he had ever seen, and her screams of agony turned into screams of hate and rage as she tried to attack him.

“Wrecker! Hold her back!” Hunter ordered.

Wrecker silently wrapped up Novali in a bear hug, pinning her arms to her sides, her legs thrashing about as she growled and snarled at them. He noted how similar this was when Hunter had acted back on Idaflor, but this wasn't because of a dragon this time, it was out of pain of loss. “She's gone Wild.”

His voice was surprisingly calm, and Novali hated it. “I HATE ALL OF YOU!!” She screamed.

“Crosshair, grab that med kit!” Tech spoke up from the floor protecting Omega. “There's a sedation syringe!”

At that Novali snapped her head at the sniper and they locked eyes. “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! THEIR BLOOD IS ON YOUR HANDS! IF YOU JUST LEFT ME ALONE THEY WOULD ALL BE ALIVE!” Crosshair couldn't move. He wanted to but he couldn't. He didn't need Hunter’s heightened senses to feel the murderous rage coming off of her. “YOU MURDERED THEM! YOU MURDERER! I HOPE YOU DIE A PAINFUL DEATH! ALL OF YOU! AAAAAA!” She suddenly yelled as Echo stuck her with a needle. She tried to kick him but she missed and very quickly she went limp in Wrecker's arms, cursing them until she was finally knocked out.

They all felt shaken by the outburst and it wasn’t until Wrecker laid her down and put binders on her that they finally felt like they could move and breathe, though very silently and with a heaviness on their shoulders. 

Hunter finally spoke after he passed his hand over his face, trying to wipe away the exhaustion that was falling on him. “Tech, set a course to Idaflor. We're going back to the cabin for a bit until we can stop this Pantorian Victor Reeshe Slimoo.” Both Tech and Echo nodded and moved back to the cockpit after checking each other. Thankfully Novali didn't hit anything critical on the prosthetics and the damage was an easy enough repair. They took the ship up and left Ord Montel.

Wrecker picked up Omega from the floor and carried her up into her space and sat in the gunner's chair. “You doin okay kid?” He asked gently.

Omega only shook her head and wrapped her arms around Wrecker as tight as she could. Watching the destruction of Novali's home brought back the painful memories of watching Tapoca City being destroyed, and hearing the woman's scream struck a chord in her that hurt more than Tech falling on her. Her own tears fell and as she quietly cried onto Wrecker's shoulder. 

Wracker gently massaged her back with one hand while still trying to grapple with what he had witnessed on the monitor. Did that actually happen again? Was the Empire so corrupt that it would destroy multiple worlds that didn't bend to its whims?

Hunter was trying his best to coax Crosshair into sitting down. The sniper stayed standing in place though, replayed everything that Novali had ever said to him throughout the week up until the last moment, and it rang true in his soul.

If he hadn't kidnapped Novali, her family would have left before the Empire showed up.

But they waited for her to return.

And now they're dead.

He killed them. 

The guilt and shame that crashed down on him made him drop to his knees and Hunter caught him. His breathing was ragged and his body shook. This was all his fault!

“Heyheyhey! I've got you! I've got you.” Hunter held onto his brother's forearms to steady him. “We'll figure this out! It's going to be okay!” His worry for Crosshair grew stronger as he saw the sniper's face slowly changing to self loathing and despair.

“It's my fault.” Crosshair choked.

“No it's not! You didn't kill them!” Hunter grabbed the back of Crosshair's neck and brought their heads together, trying to force him to believe his words if he could. “You didn't go to her moon and ordered a bombardment! You didn't shoot anyone down! You're not there! You're not with the Empire anymore! You're here!” Hunter was trying his best to shoot down the lies that Novali shouted at his younger brother, trying to use sense and reason to save his brother from drowning in sorrow. “She's upset with the wrong people!”

“If I never kidnapped her then none of this would be happening!” Crosshair shouted and broke away from Hunter. “If I had just listened to you then she wouldn't be here! If I wasn't so desperate to find peace then-” he stopped talking and the silence hung heavy in the air.

Hunter finally understood what this whole thing was about and why Nara said Crosshair's reasoning for kidnapping Novali went deeper than what he thought. Crosshair wanted peace, and Novali seemed to be the living embodiment of peace as it came off of her at all times, and it did soothe them. It rolled off of her in waves and she couldn't explain why that was, only that it was always part of her. And for someone who was experiencing lots of guilt and shame, she would be a tempting prize to keep. Hunter carefully placed a hand on Crosshair's shoulder and asked quietly yet encouraging, “Just… when were you planning on telling us that?” He was referring to Crosshair's guilt.

Crosshair shook his head, knowing what Hunter was talking about. “I wasn't.” His voice cracked with emotion.

Hunter brought Crosshair back to him and hugged him for a good long time. Crosshair returned the embrace and silently cried into his brother's shoulder, with the guilt of kidnapping Novali eating him alive, her family's demise, and the destruction of her homeworld. If he hadn't kidnapped her, none of this would be happening. If he had leaned on his family again, this wouldn't be happening. 

Inferno’s deep voice echoed in his mind. 

“You are a fool!”

A fool that killed so many innocent lives.

And yet…

“Even though you are a fool, you're more than that.” Tore's voice broke through, making Crosshair pause a second. “You made mistakes, yeah? I'm glad that you feel remorse though, you have a conscious mate. You can't go back to fix them, those mistakes, so there's no point in ruminating on them. And it will take a while, but you must move on. And you will move on.”

“We have you Crosshair.” Hunter tightened his embrace. “You made a mistake. But you did not destroy her life. The Empire did.” He seemed to emphasize Tore's point unknowingly. “And if she gives you more grief about it, or tries anything to hurt you, we have your back.” Hunter pushed Crosshair away and brought their foreheads together again. “We will honor her brother-in-law’s request and take care of her though, but you come first.”

Crosshair only nodded.

[polteaguise]

Independent muse for Pokémon universe. Mostly non-selective. Barista at Battle Café hosted in Hoenn. Crossovers welcome! Multiship. | Written by Aspen ( 21 ) | May contain triggering content and frequently references & depicts food. Proceed with caution. New to Tumblr. Want a drink? Chai or coffee? Latte art? Send me an ask!

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MUSE

Nova | 20 | They/Them (he/it) | 5'10" ( 178cm ) Nova is a barista at a nearby battle cafe. Despite this, they've profusely refused any requests for battle and will only accept challenges if their boss is within earshot. They've earned a bit of a reputation for themself, not just as the jumpy, but friendly, pacifist at the cafe, but also as a skilled latte artist. They have a passion for food (especially pastries) and drinks (especially teas and coffee). Nova also works on the side with Ethan at his medium company despite having absolutely no experience with exorcisms. If asked, well... They're just really fond of Ghost and Psychic-type Pokémon? That's basically the same thing, right? Plus, they like Ethan! He's nice. (And some spare change doesn't hurt.) Other than that, there's no public information on Nova. They go by their first name exclusively and keep a small circle of friends. They never talk about their personal life and seem as though they keep everyone at a distance. A little digging would show no records of family, nor any prior living quarters before their apartment in Hoenn in which they just showed up one day. No prior jobs, no friends, nothing. They're a living ghost. Here's some fun facts! Their favorite Pokémon is Alcremie and their specialty is Psychic-type Pokémon. Despite this, they're pretty fond of Ghost-types.

WRITER / CONTACT

As before, hey! My name's Aspen. I use any pronouns. I'm 21 and well into college. As such, my activity will be sporadic. I'm also anemic and tend to be exhausted after classes. I fully intend to prioritize real life and health over any writing. That said, if I don't get to a reply or an ask within a reasonable amount of time ( three days or more ) and there's no stated reason why on my blog, feel free to reach out to me! If you can't reach me here, try my other blog @blastburns or my Discord, aspieri. Feel free to reach out for any reason at all! Even just to chat. I will mostly be on mobile so please give me time to cut posts. | EAST COAST ( EST ) | Please expect a low activity level for the first few days of the blog's creation. I'm extremely nervous around new people and take a long time to warm up.

CONTENT WARNINGS

As stated above, this muse is a foodie and as such will frequently talk about and share images of food. Please keep that into account before following or interacting. May include mature or triggering topics such as religious trauma, violence, memory loss and death / mourning of family. I will try to tag these to the best of my ability. If you have any triggers you'd like for me to tag, or topics to avoid in interactions please let me know and I will do my best to accommodate you.

RULES

Bigots and weirdos begone. This includes any and all "phobes" (xenophobe, homophobe, transphobe, racist, sexist) as well as zoophiles/poképhiles, pedophiles/lolicons/MAPs, pro-shippers and TERFs. IRL blogs politely please do not interact. Do not randomly grope my muse or initiate an NSFW interaction. I am absolutely not writing anything NSFW outside of DMs and not with someone I don't know. Do not purposely misgender my muse for any reason, even if it's just supposed to be in character. Please do not send me images of fungi or mushrooms. I have zero interest in your personal drama or beef. Please don't try to drag me into it. I'm just here to write and meet people.

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