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jamiliana · 8 months ago

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random drabble cs i was bored :33 req open btw!

💫 warning 💫

♡ BLACK MALE.

♡ abuse; gojo slaps u like once out of built up anger.

♡ MENTIONS OF MASTERBATION reader),, ALSO MENTIONS OF READER FUCKING OTHER PPL..(MEN AND WOMEN)

♡︎ signs of depression,,

♡︎ unhealthy lifestyle for like a bit.

♡︎ reader is so oblivious 😔..

this is rlly short

♡ SORRY FOR THE HUGE AMOUNTS OF SPACES. i types ts on docs so its gonna do that

♡ no uppercase :3

♡ no nsfw

random song u can listen to for this ig (no it doesnt go along with this drabble (i think)):

geto suguru. when that name comes to mind, you bite your soft, light pink bottom lip- a beautiful contrast to your brown upper lip- and your knees swayed with weakness. geto suguru.. the man he was.. it almost disgusted you with how beautiful he was. almost.

those beautiful deep-violet eyes- the same color as the dark night sky as your eyes burn from how long you’ve been staring at the blinding light of your phone screen- pulling an all nighter of course. those eyes.. always crinkling as he smiles, the faint yet visible dimple on his pale skin winking at you. but it was never you, was it? always gojo. gojo this, gojo that. it made you sick. but you knew better than to express your hatred for gojo. after all.. he was quite attractive to you too. you don’t know at this point- every time you thought of satoru, you’d do the same thing you did when you thought of suguru- bite your lip and sway your knees as they weakened. but then you’d remember how sickeningly close him and suguru were and you’d feel the same feeling you felt now- jealousy.

ugh, jealousy. you hated it. you hate how jealous you were of both of the men. they had each other and you wish you had both of them. but that’d never happen. you knew all too well. even shoko- the other person that made them a trio looked left out at times.

you didn’t stand a chance. you didn’t.

but oh, you wish you did. it hurts so bad.

you suck in a bit of air and click the off button on the side of your phone.

it hurts..

the phone gets placed on your night stand as you shakily stand up from your bed.

what time was it? it felt like it has been so long since you’ve taken a shower today.

what month was it? january.. or was it july? what day was it? tuesday.. thursday?

tears spilled from your eyes- almost mocking you as you stared into the thing you’ve been avoiding since that day. that day where reality crashed down onto you.

your reflection.

God, it was disgusting.

your hair wasn’t dirty- thank God- but you have been forgetting to wear your bonnet. so your thick, curly type 4 hair was all over the place.

damn, you needed to set up a hair appointment.

but, gosh, it wasn’t only your hair.

the dark purple and horrid black under your eyes was a consequence of all the nights you’ve been awake. they weren’t the slight black under suguru’s eyes that he had from the make up he wore- oh God no. they were disgusting to look at. you swore you almost threw up.

your eyes looked so.. empty but you couldn’t bare to stare into them for any longer than a split second.

your beautiful brown skin wasn’t glowing like it always did. you’ve been forgetting to moisturize yourself after taking showers. along with the dried tears..

you were..

a mess.

yes, perfect wording.

a mess.

and all because of that day.

the day reality crashed.

the day gojo and geto kissed.

shoko clapped happily for them while you just blinked (blinking back the literal fountain of tears to come)

‘oh.’

you remember thinking.

‘of course. they are practically meant for eachother. why would i ever have a chance?’

you remember thinking.

after that day- May 25th- it was a saturday, you remember. you, shoko, geto, and gojo were at a café, deciding it would be a great way to hang out especially since school wasn’t in session.

you regret going.

you wish you never went.

but now, as you stare into your reflection, you say something aloud- to yourself of course.

“fuck them.”

‘fuck them’ indeed.

you chuckle, thanking the cashier and strutting your way out of the convenience store.

life has been great.

you’ve been getting healthier- not as healthy as you used to be- but still good nonetheless; drinking more water, getting back into your regular training, eating more fruits and vegetables, being active again.

a godly contrast to how you were a month ago.

things were better now.

sure, you still liked suguru and satoru.

and you hated that you did.

but you learned to accept it and move on. love doesn’t just leave so simply.

you have also learned to distance yourself from them.

you learned to just.. live. breeze through your days til your inevitable demise (which you knew was soon to come- especially as a sorcerer.)

though at least you breezed through them without any issue-

a hard chest stopped you from moving forward to your school along with a pair of rather big, strong hands gripping your shoulders from behind halting you to a stop.

“so this is where you’ve been, baby?”

baby?

“satoru?- wait,,”

with wobbly knees you attempted to turn around to at least look at the owner of the strong hands gripping your shoulders but a familiar soft voice filled your eardrums.

“stop trying to turn around, baby.”

again, with the baby stuff.. why were they being all love-y for? like how they used to be.

as friends, of course. they never liked you like that.

“suguru?! hah..”

why were they here? you made sure you wouldn’t ever run into them anymore.

so how..

you heard a chuckle- which you knew was from suguru because of how soft the chuckle was and because satoru- who was in front of you- had his soft, pink lips in a tight, firm, thin line.

”yes, baby boy, suguru,,~ it’s been a while.”

you weren’t even focused on how he called you baby boy,, after all, they always used to call you pet names.

‘which could mean nothing.’ you’d always say to yourself whenever satoru or suguru called you ‘baby’, ‘baby boy’, ‘prince’, etc.

you were more so focused on that word,, while.

a while is an understatement. it’s been a month and a few weeks since you’ve last talked to them or even glanced in their direction.

but oh, how you missed the soft, gentle, and kind voice of suguru and the obnoxious, loud, voice of satoru’s.

oh, how you missed the deep violet and the obnoxiously bright, blue eyes to contrast looking at you with such love care in their eyes,,

oh, how you missed the weird bangs and the man bun atop suguru’s head and the fluff of white atop satoru’s head that they’d always let you play with- espcially suguru,,

and the height difference. you missed how gojo and geto looked down at you as you talked excitedly about something while they smiled and muttered a few responses back- looking mesmerized at.. something. but it could never be you. right?

ugh.

fuck, you needed them so badly. you were tired of stuffing your fingers up your swollen cunt and pretending it was suguru’s or satoru’s. you were tired of fucking other women and men and pretending they were satoru and suguru.

you were tired.

“well? don’t you have something to say to us, (name)?” gojo said after only a few seconds of silence.

fuck. that teasing voice,, always made heat form in between your plump thighs.

“no? why should i say anything,,” you muttered in response, fumbling with the hem of the biker shorters you had decided to wear.

bad choice, really. but a majority of your wardrobe was biker shorts, Nikes, crocs, uggs, hoodies, simple multicolored tees, and Nike socks.

the other minority was just black and gray leggings and sweatpants that you barely wore unless it was cold.

you heard geto click his tongue.

“seriously, baby boy? when you started avoiding us, did you lose some brain cells too?” suguru spoke up.

you were just glad gojo didn’t. the man looked pissed. hell, his usually pale face was slightly a little red with a frown etched on his features.

‘thank God i’m black.. i could never..’

oh, right. you had to respond to geto.

“ah- what do you mean,, i haven’t been avoi-“

you were cut off by a harsh slap to your cheek.

ow.

it hurt so bad.

it hurt..

“gojo!” suguru scolded, forcefully spinning you around and rubbing your cheek affectionately- concern etched all over his pretty, pale face,,

it felt so good…

you suppressed a whimper as you felt the familiar heat in between your legs that you once felt for suguru a long time ago.

“sorry, suguru. but he- he’s lying. does he even know how much hurt we felt when he started avoiding us? he deserves it.”

what?

you forced yourself to turn back around to face gojo.

“huh- gojo-“

“satoru.” he corrected…?

oh,,?

“satoru.. i only avoided you guys because i didn’t want to ruin your relationship..”

silence.

after a few minutes of gojo breathing heavily while staring at you, suguru lifted you up with ease- snatching the case of cookies you had just brought and handing them to satoru.

what the fuck?

before you could even open your mouth, thick, slender fingers wrapped around your throat and pressed on your pulse.

the last thing you heard was your own quiet whining, getou’s gentle, murmured hushing, and the rustling of your grocery bags that were in the hands of satoru.

the last thing you saw before black spots filled your vision was suguru’s neatly painted black fingernails.

the sound of two muttered voices above your head is what awoke you.

“he looks so pretty, satoru..”

“i know. i can’t believe he’d ignore us for something so idiotic. does he not realize the way we look at him?”

what?

“what..?” you mumbled, slowly sitting up, putting your hands on the hard chest’s of whoever two people were on each of your sides to prop yourself up.

this was gonna be a long day.

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lura-valentine · 15 days ago

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Answer to my survey:

It's just a concept image, but with every stroke on my graphics tablet, a story was put together in my head. It's totally mental and has nothing to do with Shigaraki per se, but I feel the need to share this fantasy with you.

Maybe when you look at the picture you have a completely different backstory. Write your thoughts in the comments or reblog✏️ to share your ideas like I’m doing now.

I for one am curious to hear what others think, so please don't be shy and join in 🤗

!!ヽ(ﾟдﾟヽ)(ﾉﾟдﾟ)ﾉ!!

The legend of Shigaraki, the cursed daimyō

Setting: Feudal Period (Medieval Japan)

This era is characterized by wars between samurai clans, shōgun rule, and Japan's isolation from the rest of the world.

Why this setting? Most myths and legends have their origins in the Middle Ages, which is why I chose this one.

Story

As a baby, Shimura Tenko was nothing more than a shadow in a dying empire - a child of a daimyō (Provincial ruler) with no future, rescued from the flames of war. An allied daimyō took in Tenko and his sister when their father fell to the blade of an enemy daimyō. They grew up in silk and honor, in a family that considered them their own, since the ruler's wife could not bear offspring. Shortly after his arrival, Shimura Tenko was given the name Shigaraki Tomura, heir to a fair clan, a ruling family that watched over their province with a firm hand but a kind heart.

However, his seventeenth summer brought not the rush of young power, but the bitter breath of death. A famine spread across the land like a heavy, invisible curse - fields withered, wells dried up, livestock died. The old prayed, the weak died, and in the dark nights people told stories about the cause of this torment: a Gashadokuro (Japanese demon (yōkai)) - a skeleton made from the bones of the starving, driven by an insatiable hatred for the living.

Tomura went into the forests with his father and his most loyal warriors to drive away the monster. The fight lasted an eternity, and when the daimyō seemed to have defeated the beast, the yōkai struck one last time - his bony claws digging into Tomura's chest and his curse flowing like black ink into his blood. With the last of his strength, the monster breathed out words colder than death itself:

"Wretched people... your kind will suffer as I have and decay will be your downfall."

Tomura survived, but the yōkai's dark poison now pulsed in his veins. The priests of his clan bound his curse with sacred seals, forcing the poisonous force back into the depths of his heart, but the seal was no cure - just a lock on the door to damnation.

When news of the cursed heir reached the Tennō (The official, divine ruler), the emperor was overcome with holy anger. He, a pious ruler, could not tolerate the existence of such tainted blood and ordered the shōgun to remove the scum.

But the Shōgun (the de facto true ruler of Japan) was a pragmatist - he didn't waste a second on supernatural fairy tales. No honorable samurai should risk his life for a superstition. Instead, he bought the services of a horde of Kusa-Musha, outlaw mercenaries who wiped out villages and anointed their blades with blood for a sack of coins.

⚠️🔞 And so they came in the night like wolves waiting for the wind. They set fire to the palace, killed samurai as well as servants and raped the women of the house - Tomura's mother, his sister... No one was spared. 🔞⚠️

In the ruins of the burning ancestral hall, as the icy night sky shook with the screams of the dying and Tomura's father was murdered before his eyes, it happened - the pain, the despair, the burning, inextinguishable hatred broke the chains and the seal broke.

A storm of pure darkness erupted in a single wave of destruction. Tomura's body tore apart with the birth of a new being - no longer human, no longer a mortal creature, but a walking curse. Flesh and bone gave way and the yōkai within him screamed, "Free at last!”

He destroyed everything and spared nothing, neither the murderers of his family nor the few survivors who had called him “Lord” that morning. A massacre that no one would sing about.

When Shigaraki woke up, he was lying on cold stone. His palace was nothing more than a skeleton of charred wood and molten bronze. The halls where his father once ruled are now rubble and dust. The streets - or what was left of them - were covered in ash that settled in his lungs as if it was taking away the last of his humanity.

He glanced at his hands and for a moment he thought they weren't his. Too long, too sharp, too strange. His nails were black, his skin looked like it was made of parchment and was streaked with fine, dark lines.

"The Hand of Decay" he thought, but before the thought was fully formed, a strange, deep voice interrupted him:

"Not the hand of decay... the wings of decay."

The voice was like thunder rumbling in his head, as if the sky itself was speaking to him - it was the yōkai within him.

Shigaraki froze. A shiver ran down his spine, so strange and yet familiar, as if something inside him had been sleeping for centuries and had now opened his eyes. His breathing was heavy, his heart was racing - or maybe it didn't beat at all anymore, maybe it had long since become something else.

Then he felt something, a tingling sensation in his shoulders, a tugging deep in his back - wings.

With a sound somewhere between a gasp and an unnatural crunch, he spread her. Thin, ghostly wings, veined like coarse parchment, as if they had lasted centuries before finding their true form at this moment.

The wind tugged at them as if to carry them away, but they held firm, trembling as a strange heat spread through his veins, making him drunk and burning the truth into his core.

He was no longer human, no longer a daimyō, no longer an heir to any name. He was a beast, a yōkai - a dragon of destruction.

And from that day on his name became a curse. Whispered on dark nights, murmured in prayers for mercy, a shadow over the land that had betrayed him:

Shigaraki, the cursed daimyō - the dragon with the wings of decay.

Basic idea of my kite design

Western Dragon

I deliberately chose a Western dragon design because the Japanese dragon (Ryū - 龍 or 竜) is different from them in many ways. They are often associated with water, storms and divine wisdom, rather than fire and destruction. Their symbolism ranges from protection and prosperity to chaos and divine punishment.

So why did I choose a Western design when a Japanese dragon can also represent chaos and divine punishment? The reason is that I know very little about Japanese culture and am only equipped with Wikipedia knowledge. I don't want to tarnish this or any other culture, so I chose a dragon design that is clearly associated with destruction, chaos and revenge.

Moth: Symbol of transience and death

Moths have a subtle but profound symbolism in Japanese culture. They are less well known than butterflies, but their meaning is often associated with transience, destruction and obsession.

In contrast to butterflies, which often represent rebirth and the soul, moths are seen more as a sign of decay.

Since moths often live in the dark and are attracted to light, they symbolize the longing for something unattainable.

There is a Japanese proverb: 「飛んで火に入る夏の虫」(Tonde hi ni iru natsu no mushi), which meant: "Like a summer insect flying into the fire." It describes someone who brings his own ruin - just like a moth that is drawn to the flame and burns up.

Some Japanese folk beliefs say that the soul of a deceased person can return as a moth to watch over the living or to deliver a message.

In some ancient tales, the moth is associated with Yōkai's and evil spirits that lurk in the dark.

Their “dust”, which remains on the skin when touched, was once considered “poison” or “curse”. It was believed that moths flying into the house at night heralded bad luck or an impending disaster.

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fool-tarnished · 2 months ago

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"Remember me" - Chapter 6 - Kakashi Hatake x F!Reader

Pairing : Kakashi Hatake x Female!Reader

If you want to read Yamato's version, you can find it here.

Warnings : Violence, mind control, angst

Inspiration : Where did she go - Saleka

Words : ~ 2500

A/N : Hello there ! Things aren’t going very well at work right now, and it’s taking a heavy toll on my mental health. I apologize for the delay and still hope you’ll enjoy it. And sorry for the mistakes, I'm not a native english speaker. Thank you again for the likes, reblogs and comments ♡

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The battle between Sakura, Chiyo, and Sasori had finally come to an end. A grueling fight that left both women utterly exhausted.

Meanwhile, Naruto and Kakashi were in hot pursuit of Deidara. The blond watched his sensei closely as the latter prepared to activate the Mangekyō Sharingan.

"Is that what you were talking about earlier?" Naruto finally asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes. It’s a new Sharingan," the copy ninja replied, noting the change in Naruto’s expression.

"What?" Kakashi asked after a few seconds.

"Even if you fail, Kakashi-sensei, it doesn’t matter… I’ll finish him off myself," Naruto said with determination.

Kakashi chuckled softly beneath his mask. "Perhaps… if I let you."

The pace of their chase quickened slightly as Kakashi unleashed the Mangekyō Sharingan on Deidara. The Akatsuki member soon lost an arm to the technique, much to Naruto’s astonishment as he tried to comprehend the nature of this strange power.

It was with Naruto’s spiraling Rasengan that Deidara was forced to dismount from his clay bird. The young Uzumaki immediately leapt onto the clay creature’s head, prying it open only to find his lifeless friend Gaara inside.

At that moment, Naruto began to let the chakra of the Nine-Tails surface. Simultaneously, another presence made itself known.

Kakashi frowned, and Deidara, hidden behind a tree, scanned the area to locate this new presence. It wasn’t familiar, and after losing his arm, the Akatsuki member feared reinforcements had arrived to aid his pursuers.

But he didn’t have time to dwell on the thought—Naruto had launched himself at Deidara’s clay clone, pummeling it until its form was reduced to a white mass.

Kakashi’s gaze remained on Naruto, though he also sought out the source of the new presence. It felt oddly familiar yet overwhelmingly dark. As Naruto began to take on the form of the Nine-Tailed Fox, with a second tail emerging, Kakashi dashed toward him, attempting to apply the sealing tag Jiraiya had entrusted to him.

Before he could act, however, he was hurled away, barely landing on his feet with the seal still in hand.

Standing beside the young ninja was a figure cloaked in a long black robe, their face obscured by a white mask adorned with a crimson handprint, as if pressed onto the surface.

Kakashi thought he recognized those eyes. But the overwhelming anger and hatred within them made it impossible to be certain.

Before Kakashi could observe further, Naruto charged at the figure, creating a massive cloud of dust in the process. When it cleared, the figure had vanished, now crouched on a higher branch.

Enraged, Naruto had completely lost control. His sensei needed to act quickly to place the seal before it was too late. Kakashi groaned, straightening up and fixing his gaze on the intruder.

"Who are you?" he demanded, receiving no response.

Instead, the figure reappeared in front of Naruto, creating two identical clones and launching an attack. The Nine-Tails’ host struck back with brute force, the impact reverberating for meters. But through a substitution technique, the figure repositioned themselves behind Kakashi, who managed to land a blow just in time to avoid being attacked.

Naruto had already turned toward them, and Kakashi dodged his strike, finally applying the seal without interruption. The blond lost his balance but was caught by his sensei, who quickly moved away with him.

"Are you calm now, Naruto?" Kakashi asked worriedly. "There’s still someone else here. We have to stay alert."

Scanning for their new opponent, Kakashi noticed Sakura and the elderly Chiyo joining them.

Elsewhere, Deidara found himself trapped by Team Guy. With no real means of escape, he resorted to drastic measures. Team 7 and Chiyo turned to observe as Neji shouted for everyone to move back. Deidara was inflating, ready to explode. Naruto used his clones to retrieve Gaara’s body and bring it to safety before disaster struck.

But Kakashi, using the last of his energy and his Sharingan, managed to prevent the explosion. Before collapsing to the ground, he was steadied by Naruto, who helped him sit up.

In the crater left by the near-explosion, the masked figure reappeared. Team Guy positioned themselves defensively in front of the others as two new clones of the enemy materialized.

"Kakashi-sensei, who is that?" Sakura asked, her worried gaze fixed on the figure.

"It’s not an ally, that’s for sure," he replied curtly.

Naruto stood, letting his clones lay Gaara’s body down before disappearing. He stepped toward Team Guy, but his sensei intervened.

"Naruto, stay back," Kakashi ordered.

"We’ll handle this intruder, my dear Naruto!" Guy declared, giving a thumbs-up.

"There’s something strange about this opponent, Master Guy," Neji observed.

The central figure drew a kunai, assuming an attack stance. Kakashi’s eyes locked onto the weapon, his muscles tensing, breath hitching. No, it couldn’t be.

The kunai in the enemy’s hand had a thin red cord attached to its end, with two small beads dangling from it.

But Kakashi refused to believe it.

"Kakashi-sensei?" Sakura asked, but the ninja didn’t move or respond.

He was lost in thought, torn between the memory of a charm he had once given and the fact that it now dangled from an enemy’s weapon. Torn between wishing it was a coincidence and the dawning realization that it might truly be them.

But no, it was impossible. Someone had to be playing with them.

Not you. Not against Naruto. Not against me. Not with an aura so dark, so filled with anger and hate.

Sakura crouched beside Kakashi, her gaze filled with concern. "Sensei?" she asked again.

Guy glanced quickly at his eternal rival, noticing his hesitation. Turning back to the figure before them, his expression grew more serious.

"Take Kakashi and get back. We’ll—"

Before he could finish, Naruto charged at the intruder, startling his comrades. Gritting his teeth, he swung at the figure, but each strike missed its mark.

Lee rushed in to assist, and Neji prepared to follow, but the clones intercepted them, leaving Naruto to face the original alone.

The battle didn’t feel like a true fight—Naruto was drained, and the intruder seemed to parry every attack with ease, as though testing his opponent.

Soon, the Nine-Tails’ host found himself in a precarious position—a kunai pressed to his throat, one arm pinning him firmly against the figure. Naruto growled, while Lee and Neji finally dispatched the clones.

"Let him go!" Lee demanded, scowling.

Guy, watching from afar, prepared to intervene but waited to see the enemy’s next move. To his surprise, they didn’t strike, instead tilting their masked face slightly toward their captive.

"I’ll come for you in ten moons, Nine-Tails’. Come to me, alone."

The whispered words froze Naruto in place. That voice.

Chaos erupted in his mind and around him. The flood of conflicting emotions could have enraged him to the point of needing another seal, but the sadness and confusion in his heart were so overwhelming that they showed plainly in his eyes.

Before he could react, the figure vanished.

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“Naruto… You can’t face this alone.” Kakashi’s voice was calm, but his gaze reflected a deep sorrow as he looked at his student. All these recent events had taken a heavy toll on the young ninja, torn between disappointment and confusion. He sat near his Sensei’s bed, staring down at the floor.

“Kakashi Sensei, why?” Tsunade, who had been there with them from the start, glanced at the silver-haired ninja. Truthfully, neither of them had an answer to offer. Kakashi had spent countless hours trying to make sense of what had happened, but nothing added up. Deep down, he was convinced that you weren’t yourself. Thinking back, your presence felt like yours—but tainted by something so dark it seemed to have erased the person you once were.

The Hokage and he had discussed your disappearance at length, analyzing the Akatsuki’s motives and the peculiarities of your actions. The connection was undeniable. Naruto was in danger, and it was no coincidence that you were the one chosen. The only question now was: what would your next move be, and how could they stop it? It was clear the organization wanted the tailed beasts and their hosts, and Naruto couldn’t afford to walk into their trap.

“We’re just as confused as you are, Naruto. But you have to tell us what she said to you. We can’t risk your life. We’ve already come too close to losing Gaara,” Tsunade urged. “If you open up to us, we might be able to save her,” she added.

“She’s allied herself with the enemy. There’s nothing left to save,” Kakashi interjected, his voice subdued.

He lowered his gaze and sighed before glancing over at Tsunade, who nodded in silent agreement. She took over the conversation. “We believe she’s been… poisoned and manipulated. She’s not acting of her own free will. And they likely chose her because of how close the two of you are.”

“She would never do anything to put your safety at risk, Naruto—believe me. I know her… in a way very different from yours, perhaps, but I know. This isn’t her. And the only way to try and save her is to find her.”

Kakashi’s final words were heavy with emotion, enough to spark a flicker of hope in the younger ninja. Naruto hesitated for a moment, then looked up at his Sensei with renewed determination. “I want to go with you.” “No. You have to trust me. I promise I’ll bring her back.” “Kakashi Sensei, I can’t just stay here and do nothing!” “And yet, this time, that’s exactly what we’re asking you to do. For your safety—and for hers. We don’t know exactly what they’ve done to her or how they plan to use her against you. So you have to accept that the best thing you can do is stay in the village.”

Naruto frowned, his frustration evident as he turned away with a growl, then stood up abruptly. “I know how to defend myself, Kakashi Sensei,” he said, pausing briefly before sighing and continuing, “Who is [Y/N] to you that you’re so desperate to save her yourself?”

Tsunade’s expression shifted, sensing the need to leave the two men to speak privately. Without a word, she slipped out of the room, softly closing the door behind her.

“Naruto…” Kakashi began. “Don’t dodge the question this time. I thought you were friends… but I saw the way you held her hand before. The way you stayed by her side as she slept. And now, you insist on saving her yourself.” “It’s… complicated,” Kakashi admitted. “I don’t care if it’s complicated. Who is she to you? And who are you to her?”

Kakashi lowered his gaze again, searching for the right words. “She means a lot to me. More than a friend, Naruto.”

Naruto’s fiery expression softened as he looked at his Sensei. “And I know… it was something similar for her when it came to me. But…”

Naruto waited for him to finish, but Kakashi didn’t. Instead, he straightened up, offering a small smile. “I promise I’ll bring her back safe and sound. I promise everything will go back to the way it was, Naruto.”

Silence settled over the room until Naruto finally broke it, his voice carrying the weight of uncertainty and faint hope. “She told me… she would come find me in ten moons.”

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“You know, I don’t know what I’d do without you and Naruto.” Your laughter rang in his ears like a delicate melody as he watched you. The flames from the fire danced, casting flickering shadows across your face. For brief moments, the light illuminated your eyes, allowing him to catch glimpses of the emotions swirling within.

“Hmm, you’d just find another way, with other people,” he replied.

You laughed again at his words, catching him off guard. He didn’t quite understand what you found so amusing.

“That’s exactly my point. It wouldn’t have been the same, Kakashi.”

He didn’t respond, his gaze lingering on you before shifting back to the fire.

“If something were to happen to either of you—to you or to him… I don’t know what I’d be capable of doing, but…”

“We never truly know what we’re capable of until it happens. But why are you thinking about that all of a sudden?”

“Oh, honestly, I don’t know.”

“Maybe we should steer this conversation toward something a little more cheerful, don’t you think?”

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A few days later, Kakashi found himself at your apartment, with Tsunade’s approval, to retrieve a piece of clothing or something carrying your scent. Only two moons remained before you were set to confront Naruto, and if he could find you before you found him, he would gain precious time and ensure his student’s safety.

Returning to your home wasn’t easy for him. During your absence, he had occasionally stopped by to tidy up, making sure everything was clean in case you came back unexpectedly. But being here under these circumstances filled him with melancholy.

He summoned Pakkun, searching with him for a garment that would help track you down. After several long minutes of rummaging, the copy ninja finally found something in your wardrobe—a spare uniform from your days in the ANBU. He placed it near his loyal ninken.

“This one will do, Kakashi,” Pakkun confirmed.

That was all he needed. Without hesitation, Kakashi summoned the rest of his ninja hounds, laying the uniform in the center of them.

“I need you to find her as quickly as possible,” he instructed.

The ninken took in the scent and dispersed swiftly, leaving Kakashi alone in your apartment. He sighed and glanced around.

The life that had once filled these rooms—your presence, your energy—he missed it all. More than anything, he missed the moments you had shared together. Right now, there was nothing he cherished more than the thought of finding you, saving you, and trying to start over.

Trying to make a fresh start.

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saint-ajax · 1 year ago

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Phantom Of The Sea

THE ONLY DAUGHTER OF POSEIDON AND Aphrodite was Sierra. She inherited her mother’s ethereal beauty and as her father was the God of Sea, she could live in the deepest ocean there is. She was a product of mistakes and everyone in Olympus knew that. It may be one of the reasons why the Olympians look at her differently. None of the children wanted to make friends with her, and almost all her life she was treated miserably. But the Goddess of Warfare was the only soul who had a soft heart and kindness to the poor child. So as Sierra grew, she was clandestinely taught how to fight. She grew to be a brave lady with an astonishing beauty you can not deny. She was so beautiful that her mother, the Goddess of beauty and love, discovered a covetous jealousy that possessed her to banish her own daughter from her palace and sent her to her father to live in the sea. Sierra left Olympus with her heart filled with anger, hatred, and rage built ever since she was a child.

In her life under the deepest and darkest sea, she found light in her enchanting voice and grace. At one point, she discovered that the sound and sight of her can seduce mortals, men, women, and… Gods. Ever since she was a child, she was clueless about what she was given to rule, what she was destined to be a God of, but now in her new home, her lustrous scales gave her an idea. She was the Goddess of Sirens.

Her heart was painted in anger and it pushed her to use her assets to seduce mortals who dared to sail, bring them to her cave, and decide their time of death. This continued for almost an eternity, thousands of humans tried to find and catch the infamous killer of the sea but none of them succeeded in passing her deceitful seducing mirage.

One morning, in one of her favorite islands where no one lives but silence, her paradise, where she goes to pass the time, had a living breathing mortal out of nowhere. The stranger was a rugged man in a veil. His mask seemed to be a skull of a being. And this awakened Sierra’s interest. It paused her plans to make that man her meal. From the corner of the island where she wouldn’t be seen by the young man, she eyed him in serenity. She watched how he walked by the shore in the morning and witnessed his sailing whenever the sunset. Her former annoyance of him vanished, whereupon the peacefulness of the island remained even with his presence.

One afternoon, Sierra’s curiosity got the best of her, and entertained the idea of approaching the boy’s boat without him looking. Her sneaking exposed her to silver and brass apparatus. Her attention was focused on a piece of silverware with four pointed edges. In a quick move, she swam deep with the material in hand. Back in her cave, after staring for hours at it, she ended up using it to untangle her silk hair. Meanwhile, the young man’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as to why the calm water moved, but his focus was quickly diverted to his missing fork.

The next day when he sailed, his fork came back out of nowhere with shiny pearls. Confusion built in his mind as he set them aside. Several exchanges of the moon and sun passed and their dance continued in its own rhythm. In every missing silver, comes back with newfound pearls. Whenever it was time to close the day, there was a mortal and a goddess watching without knowing the other knew about their presence.

He could afford to build a castle with the amount of pearls he earned, he thought. At long last, he then decided to wait and catch the thief and returner of his belongings.

He kept an eye on his ship and the body of water as the sun ended its reign, and by the time daylight covered the scene, the fairest woman he had ever laid his sight on made an appearance that surprised both companies. Their opposite-tinted orbs met. Once she realized that he saw her, she vanished out of thin air. She went back to her pitch-black nature. While he tried to chase her with his eyes, his confusion unfortunately froze him in his spot and he did nothing but let and watch her leave.

The young man’s night became devoted to debating and thinking about whether it was a mermaid he saw. If he was in fact correct, he would be rewarded by the King if he ever brought them into their hands. The night went by and afterglow arrived once again, he found himself in his usual spot waiting for the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

Meanwhile, Sierra purposely showed up, she was testing what would be the mortal’s reaction to her presence. If he dares to make the wrong move, then there would be a siren singing that night.

But silence joined salt air when they finally saw each other. Their eyes lingered on one another until the young man decided to shatter the deafening silence between them.

"When shall you be returning my silverware, fair lady?”

The masculine man’s first words to her left her dazed. She could sense no fear as he stared directly at her radiant orbs and it only blossomed her curiosity of the man. When the fair lady did not respond, he tried once again.

“Are you heedless that thy actions as stealing are pondered as a crime you shall be responsible for?”

Her eyebrows lifted at his statement, and she enchanted him by simply speaking.

“I committed no crime when I intended to restore your taken treasure, and in truth, gave back more than I took.”

“Capturing an object that is not thy possession without permission is known as stealing which is a crime.”

The young man noticed that her eyes were focused on his neck, where his pendant of identification hangs from his service as a remarkable knight lieutenant for the King. When she pointed at it, he immediately disapproved by shaking his head.

“I vow to return your fortune.” She swears.

“I’m afraid that's not happening.” He declines.

“I advise you to trade it for gold.”

“You heard me the first time, my lady.”

“Sierra.” She received only a hum of acknowledgment from the young man. “And you are..?”

“Ghost.” He made her smile. And all of a sudden he couldn’t look away from her blinding beauty.

“You are a mortal named ‘Ghost’?” He confirmed with a nod as she released a contagious laugh.

Ever since the mortal and the goddess met, they didn’t realize that they deliberately pledged time to spend together to capture the last gasp of beauty before the death of the day perpetually.

Sierra even sang for Ghost once without any incantation and what he could only utter was,

“You are a Goddess I would worship for eternity, Sierra.”

While she only responded with a mischievous sly grin.

Like a usual afternoon, Sierra and Ghost were letting one another read chapters of their life.

“Ghost.. Was the designated name for me when I performed my duties as a Lieutenant for the King.”

“Lieutenant.. Ghost?” She fathomed in fascination. “If so.. Then ’Ghost’ is not your true name?”

He hummed to confirm. That had put a frown on her face when she perceived the truth of the lack of trust he had for her by the simplicity of giving his birth name. Ghost took notice of her sudden silence, therefore, he tried to check up on her, but she was quicker to notice that he saw what was happening with her thus she proceeded to speak before him to cut him off.

“Oh, I nearly forgot to caution you to be careful..there is a forthcoming storm.”

His brows knitted at her change of topic. “It shall be as you say.” She nodded at his response. And when she prepared to swim away, he tried to stop her.

“Am I bound to hope that we shall meet again?”

“Fate shall know… Ghost.”

She purposely weighed his name before vanishing to the depths of sea.

When the moon wielded the night, Sierra’s oath came to life. Gigantic waves dominated the sea, heavy drops of rain demolished, and it was pure rage the wind and lighting proclaimed. Inside his sanctuary, there was no distress, no terror of the storm from Ghost but worry for the lady who was recently trapped in his labyrinth. He was worried for the mermaid who lived below the light and kept him on the edge of his seat the whole night. But the reign of moon finally ended yet all he could think about was her safety, her situation, if she was harmed or hopefully spent the night safely.

Soon the king of light rose from the horizon, chirps of birds echoed along the calm wind and the sea was now at ease. A quiet knock came from the door. He was puzzled as he reached to open the entrance and see whoever was at the other side.

The ground caught his jaw when the door gave sight of the Goddess on the other side. A captivating heavenly beauty stood familiar by heart, covered in peplos.

He was speechless, left in shock. He couldn’t believe a Goddess was standing right in front of his eyes. Luckily, a skull and clothing hid his face from the world.

“Pleasant morning, Ghost. I only arrived as I wish to be aware of your condition after the storm.”

Her soothing tone comforted the harmonic morning and it brought him back to reality. He came back to his senses when he realized it was Sierra who was the stunning ethereal lady standing in front of him.

“Sierra..”

“Ghost? Are you well?” She was starting to worry about his lack of response.

“Sierra.. How are you with feet? I was secured the whole night. I am grateful that you care. You are the one who shall be questioned of their well-being. Do come in.” He widened the space for her to enter.

“My pleasure. It is not necessary for you to worry about my health. I have experienced an even more terrible life in Olympus.”

“I guess so.. –Olympus?”

Sierra’s eyes widened when she realized what she had shared.

“I only casted my feet to know if you are well. Are you confident that you are?”

“You endangered yourself due to my being? Sierra, you are clueless of what you are doing. You shall come as I will take you back to your home.”

“You are home.”

“Stop being oblivious, Sierra. You would not desire to be with me, for I am not a nobleman.”

“I am certain that it is not an appalling atrocity.”

“I have taken hundreds of lives with my bare hands, Sierra.”

“I am aware. You are the Lieutenant for your King, did you not say?”

“Exactly.”

“Therefore?”

“You are the definition of pure and noble, Sierra. Your flawless skin.. your angelic eyes I could not find myself to look away from.. your luscious tail. In truth, you define perfection.”

“I have not heard of your true name nor have I seen the magnificent mortal behind the mask, Ghost. Thus, same as me, you have not dived into my pool of sins for you to be definite of my genuine self.”

“I am certain that it is not an appalling atrocity.”

When Ghost threw her own words at her, she couldn't hold it anymore.

“I behold such a fact that you are aware of my great love and care for you, Ghost. May whoever or whatever you have done.” Sierra held back tears before abandoning him speechless. And it was too late when he tried to run after her.

Days elapsed and Ghost sailed consistently to try and catch Sierra by the nightfall, the time of day they usually meet, hoping to ask for her forgiveness. But days evolved into weeks and it was beginning to feel as if there was no existence of the mermaid at all.

A mermaid who woke his long dead heart.

He was filled with great sorrow and regret in the days when there were no signs of Sierra.

Until one night, a miracle knocked on his door and made his heart beat crazy in hope of seeing Sierra once he opened the door. Heaven and earth entwined him when a different face of a goddess faced him.

“Are you the mortal known as ‘Ghost’?” Authority and bravery would be sensed on her tone of speaking.

“I am.” He responded.

“If you without a doubt care about the Goddess of Sirens, you are to come with me right this moment.”

“In what reasons would I care about the Goddess of Sirens?” Even if Ghost thought he had an idea who the lady was talking about, he didn't make it obvious.

“For the Goddess of Sirens who ruled the Sea is named.. Sierra.”

It was as if he was poured down with cold water with what he heard that he couldn't speak.

“You are nothing but a fool if you weren't aware of this truth. Cease this nonsense right this instance and save the Goddess from the verdict of Zeus.”

Athena made the former soldier do as told with her commanding tone. Ghost wasn't sure how they arrived at the sacred mountain of Olympus, but he was certain that it was Gods and Goddesses daggering him with looks full of judgment and studying his existence as if he wasn't meant to be there. And they were correct, he was just a mortal who had no right to be in the same place or even breathe the same air as God. But he did not have any time nor intended to self-pity, for this once caused him the sole reason of his being. Or in simpler words, the love of his life. The only soul who was ready to accept and love him for whoever or whatever he had done.

Proud yet emotionless was the face carved behind the mask of Ghost. He followed right behind Athena who stood and bowed to show respect to the throne of Zeus. One gesture of Zeus and Athena vanished from her position and stepped aside, leaving the center of attention to the only mortal in the room. Zeus flashed a taunting smirk when the mortal in front of him did not dare to break the eye contact it held with a God.

“A foolish and impudent mortal is the one you bring to save the Goddess of Sirens from death, Athena?!” He yelled, howled, and tore the noises they caused that made the whole stadium sit in silence.

Meanwhile, the Goddess of Warfare reacted as if she heard nothing, as if she wasn't yelled at by the God of all, she remained cold and unmoved while staring at nothing. Ghost had the exact same posture except his eyes widened when he took notice of the use of the word death in the same sentence with Sierra.

“Death.. ?” He could not hold back anymore and started asking, he badly wanted to know her situation. Is she okay? Has she eaten yet? Where was she? Is she in the middle of the sea waiting for him to sail? How he wished that their condition would always be as it was.

“Precisely. The daughter of Poseidon and Aphrodite shall be punished for unjust killings of thousands of mortals! men.. women.. And demigods.”

Ghost knew that taking one’s life is vile, wrong, evil. But he couldn’t force to stop the smile that was forming on his lips when he knew that the woman who owned his heart was the same as he was. Morally corrupt, rotten soul, sinful and ungodly, a killer. They were fit for each other.

“Yet.. the judgment can still be revoked..” All of a sudden, Ghost found a shed of light for just a split second when Zeus continued.

“If only she were to marry me.”

His closed fist tightened its grip on nothing when he heard those words. His anger boiled when he heard the condition of Sierra’s freedom from death. She was his. He would never let death nor any God or mortal take her away.

“Bring her out!” He demanded.

“Fool! And who did you think you are for anyone here to follow!?”

“Bring Sierra out!” The mortal wasn’t moved one bit and even had a higher tone in speaking to a god.

“Mortal!” Athena called out to Ghost to scold him for disrespecting.

The mocking laugh Zeus released thundered the entire domain as he gestured to one of the knights.

“You’re brave, Lieutenant.” An insulting smirk appeared on his lips while he sneered at Ghost, “I'll give you that.” obviously wanting him to know that he knew who he was.

“Summon the Goddess.” Zeus commanded calmly which the knights obeyed immediately. A few tense minutes went by and the sound of chains hitting the ground was starting to sound close by. Then the knights appeared surrounding the most beautiful goddess in the room. But there was something off with her. She looked lifeless. And as if a dog whose owner did not want her to bark, she had a dog muzzle. His heart of stone tore into a million pieces at the scene. He fought the urge to run and rip the rope securing her wrists and feet and pull her to his embrace.

But he became a statue as he took in her condition. She was pale, hollow-cheeked, as if she was starving for weeks. They forcedly sat her beside Zeus’ throne, as if she was the reigning Queen.

“Sierra..” He whispered weakly.

She slowly brought her gaze up to find the source of that familiar voice and found his warm eyes staring back at her. The eyes that calm her system down. She couldn’t do anything but squirm and persist to be free from being restrained. Her radiant eyes moistened from tears that begged to fall when she saw him. Weak and faint cries were heard from Sierra.

Ghost wasn’t able to hold it together anymore when her cries reached his ears. He tried to run to her, but the alert knights held and forced him down before he caught the throne.

“You stop this instance you imbeciles! You! Mortal! If you, as you claim, care for the Goddess, I challenge you to prove it right this moment.” One flick of his hand and one of the chevaliers threw Ghost away and a sword at him. He wholeheartedly accepted the challenge.

Sierra became undone at the scene in front of her. She was nervous, scared, and at the same time impressed at the mad skills Ghost was showing as he defended and slayed the knights of gods. There was fire in his eyes, igniting him to win. But the battle wasn’t fair and square, Zeus was tiring him out by sending more and more warriors with each knight he slayed. Sierra kept squirming in her seat as she witnessed the unfair battle before flinching when she felt a hand land on her shoulder.

Ghost was well aware of Zeus’ intentions, he was purposely exhausting him so he would give up, but no matter how many stabs or bruises he received, giving up would never cross his mind knowing the price it pays.

Each swish of sword and duck of his, he sensed where the other was if it was nowhere near his sight. As he jabbed the steel into the man’s chest breaking through its skin and sinking into its bones, it was too late to duck from the stab that was coming from behind, but before a blade passed through him, a dead body dropped behind him instead, at the same time when the one in front his face dropped dead. When he turned around, he saw Sierra with a sword slightly gasping for air, his saviour from the traitor enemy. She ran to help him as soon as Athena untied her.

“Ghost..” She whispered breathlessly. Just a few more steps and they were finally able to feel another’s embrace. At the drop of the armor, Sierra locked his neck around her arms while Ghost secured her waist in his arms.

“I love you, Sierra. I am such a fool, please, I need you to forgive—”

“Shh.. shh.. I know, my only. I know. And I love you too, I love you so much.”

“Fools!” At the same time as Zeus let out a scream, the arrow came free and landed on the back of the mortal.

Sierra froze on her spot as she slowly processed what just happened. Ghost’s blooded body fell on the ground but she immediately tried to catch his head.

“No.. no.. this.. This is not possible. This can not be.. no.. ”

She couldn’t control the tears that were falling from her eyes. All the anger that burned inside her for centuries was turning into pure pain and sorrow.

“Ghost.. Don’t.. Please.. Don’t leave me.. I beg of you.. Don’t.”

Ghost weakly tried to reach his balaclava to let the Goddess know his genuine self. While Sierra was as seen as if she saw an angel, a handsome hunk angel. Even if he was painted in blood, and deep scars, it didn’t manage to lessen his striking beauty. From his brilliant eyes, sharp nose, and jaw, she was falling for him all over again.

“You are the most handsome mortal I sang for.”

“You are the most beautiful goddess I fought for.”

At the same time a smile appeared on Sierra’s lips was the escape of tears and a cough of blood from Ghost.

“Oh, Ghost. No.. shh.. no.. my ghost.."

“Simon.” Simon corrected. “Simon is my true name, my only.”

“Simon..” Sierra repeated in fascination. “I love you, Simon. I do.”

She left a kiss on his forehead as Simon left his last words before his last breath.

“For eternity, even at the last gasp of sun, I can only witness beauty when I’m with you.”

Each corner of the stadium was filled with Sierra’s screeching scream when Ghost officially caught his last breath. Her pain and grief were painfully evident in her yells and her cries. Every god and goddess watched her scream in pain. Her agony maimed everyone who heard her howl on the whole mountain of sacredness.

Yet no matter what the two of them went through that day, she was still served with death on the same day and neither of her parents defended or sought to comfort her. No one ever did except for the mortal who lay lifeless next to her.

From that day on, the cry and screams of agony of the siren echoed eternally at the depths of the sea, and anyone who came across, anyone unfortunate enough to hear it, was never found.

And that became the birth of the phantom of the sea.

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snowbunnywatching · 1 year ago

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Yep, it's a great vid! I think the message is spot on and I agree with most of it. Maybe that abandoning your race part goes a bit to that "white genocide" department which I've never really understood. I don't see this as a zero sum game where you have to "turn against your own race" to support interracial relationships. Other than that I think it's very good. It also touches subjects that I've experienced personally. I don't think I've never felt actual anger or hatred but definitely I've felt confused when I first found interracial porn. Why am I so excited to see white women have sex with black men? It took a while to wrap my head around that but the advice they give in the video describes very well the thought process I went through:

Black men are so good at fucking white girls that it arouses you. Girls make the right choice by not choosing you. Focus on being happy for them. Be thankful she chose a black man over you. Watch interracial porn to make this connection stronger. Fully accept your inferiority and masturbate to it.

Understanding and accepting that great deal of that excitement stems from feeling of inferiority was eye opening experience.

(Follow-up to this post.)

That is a good point. As a white girl, the attraction to interracial material is obvious: You see an attractive Black man making love to a white girl, so you just picture yourself in her place.

For white guys, the attraction is more complicated. You can't just picture yourself in the Black man's place - if you were, why not watch some white-on-white material instead, where the self-insertion is easier?

So as you're watching, you've got to come to grips with the fact that you're watching some other man make love to a girl you find attractive. And that the fact that he isn't you is the source of your excitement.

It's not surprising that the white guy feels confused about this. "Why does watching another man get what I want feel so good?" The video describes a good way to come to terms with all of this: Recognize the justness of the situation and feel happy on behalf of the girl and her lover.

#black and white fantasy

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optreee · 1 year ago

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*Gyeongseong Creature spoilers*

Been really enjoying this series despite the sub-par CGI (but I’ve watched enough Korean content to know that their CGI is not great so I’ve accepted it).

Perhaps this was common knowledge already (I don’t read Korean entertainment news, so I don’t know), but the allegory of the “rape of Korea” through the symbolism of the creature has been interesting to think about. In the drama, the creature is created when a Japanese scientist forces Joseon women to consume/drink the Najin—a tiny, white organism (not unlike sperm/semen)—causing them to mutate into a terrifying, vicious creature that indiscriminately kills everyone and sucks out their brains.

The creature seems to symbolize the Korean idea of “Han”/한. “Han”/한 is a concept in Korean culture, when a group or an individual has internalized trauma, sorrow, resentment, and anger from unresolved injustice, brewing for generations without resolution or a chance for one to be at peace. It’s akin to the idea of vengeance—or the deep-seated angst that compels someone towards revenge/vengeance. The concept of “Han”/한 is said to have come about during the Japanese occupation period, so it seems that the creature is a symbol of how this deeply internalized resentment and anger of feeling wronged and taken advantage of can completely mutate a person towards vengeful, bloody hatred.

I’ve read that mentioning past Japanese atrocities can get Korean actors/actresses black-listed by the Japanese government and market, and I also heard that the two leads in this drama were fully prepared for that. I had wondered why they would be willing to risk so much for a fantasy drama, but now I’m starting to realize that it might be because they believed this was an important story to tell. (I haven’t watched any interviews or anything by the drama leads so I’m speculating…). Though the creature in the drama is a fantasy, the horrible things that people did to one another during the occupation period depicted in the show are largely true. And now with the added allegory/symbolism of the creature as the “Han”/한 of the Korean people, I’m very much convinced that this drama offers much more than meets the eye.

Regardless of the political messaging, it’s a really well-made show with an ensemble cast. I’m also so impressed by the all-Korean cast learning to act in Japanese so fluently. The show is very interesting, well-acted, and Park Seo-Joon as the male lead inserts just the right amount of levity to make it entertaining but without drawing attention away from the deeper message of the film.

Can’t wait for Jan 5th when the rest of the series comes out!

#gyeongseong creature #경성크리처 #netflix #k drama #korean drama #park seo joon #han so hee

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the-final-sentence · 2 years ago

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Eventually, if we speak the truth to each other, it will become unavoidable to ourselves.

Audre Lorde, from "Eye to Eye: Black Women, Hatred, and Anger"

#Audre Lorde #Eye to Eye: Black Women Hatred and Anger #eye to eye

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This one’s a bit vague when it comes to being a prompt fill but I LIKE it so who CARES. I TOLD you I would maybe write Traitor but from Tomás’ perspective and I DID it. (Traitor is a historical two-shot that you can find on my masterlist!)

Prompt used: Whumptober, alternate prompt- regret

Featuring: held at swordpoint, mentions of execution, uncertainty, mark of shame, sword cuts, blood

Whumptober Day Eight: Hero

In the heat of the moment, there had been anger. Anger, and fear, and the racing heartbeat that told him he had to survive, he had to fight, he had to win this because it was more than just his own life if he lost.

And he had won. He had won, and now the anger and adrenaline had faded.

Tomás couldn't name what he was feeling now. He had the governor's son in the dust at his feet, and he had thought this moment would feel triumphant but it just felt...numb. He had a sword in his hand that didn't feel like it belonged there.

My father's sword. At the throat of his murderer's son.

Mateo Rivera had changed since Tomás and his mother had been exiled. He was taller, leaner, all sharp edges. He was dressed like royalty, in a gold jacket and black shirt and a beautiful turquoise medallion, at odds with the villagers in their faded finery and clay beads. His eyes blazed hatred in a way they hadn't when the two of them were children. He was fierce and angry. But Tomás was stronger, and better with a sword.

"Tomás!" Fidelia's voice. She ran to him, and he held her close, relieved that she was there. Fidelia had been the one to fetch him from the desert, to spur him on to fight the governor, and then to fight his son. Tomás knew little for certain anymore- everything kept changing so quickly- but he knew that he loved her. And she had kissed him at the feast, so he was reasonably sure she loved him back.

He kissed her again now, careful not to lose his grip on the sword. And then he turned back to his enemy. "It's over," he announced, pitching his voice so the entire crowd could hear. "You've lost, Rivera." It was meant for the whole family of them, though he directed it at the son.

The villagers burst into life, cheers rising to a deafening pitch. "What now, Tomás?" a shopkeeper called out. "What do we do with these traitors?"

Why are you asking me? Tomás thought blankly.

It must have shown on his face, for the baker spoke next. "You're the hero of this village. Whatever you think is best, we'll do."

The governor, of course, said something insulting. Tomás barely heard it. Am I truly their hero? Is this decision really mine to make?

A farmer, grinning, said "We have rope handy. We could have all three strung up before sundown."

Tomás turned on him. "I am not Governor Rivera," he replied sternly. "There will be justice on the governor and his wife, but not without a fair trial. Is that agreeable to you?”

"We trust you, Tomás," someone else promised.

Tomás breathed out hard. Why is this so difficult? "Good. Then you can take former Governor Rivera and his wife to-"

"Wait a minute!" broke in another shopkeeper. "I can wait to watch the ex-governor pay his dues, but the boy tried to steal away Fidelia. He’s drawn your blood, Tomás." There was a cut in Tomás' arm, staining the sleeve of his shirt. He hadn't even noticed. Fidelia was there in moments, pressing a handkerchief against it.

"Our beautiful Fidelia was nearly forced to be the bride of the governor’s brat," added one of the women. "Surely that deserves punishment here and now.”

Tomás' heart pounded. What are they expecting me to do? Kill him?

A death in the midst of a swordfight would have been different. But a cold-blooded murder- an execution- Tomás couldn't do that. He couldn't.

Fidelia stood on her toes to whisper in his ear. "Tomás...I don't want to see him die. Can't you do something? There has to be something that will satisfy them."

Think of something! Tomás told himself. An idea came to mind- it was harsh, but it would appease them. He hoped.

He raised his voice again, tried to make it sound like his father's voice had sounded once, before it was silenced by the governor’s sword. "Townspeople!" he called out. "The Rivera family has failed you! They had a chance to be good, selfless rulers. Instead they overtaxed you, stole anything of value you possessed, and nearly drove this place into a famine. Were it not for Fidelia’s brave journey into the desert to bring me my father’s sword, this village might have been choked to death in the grip of the Rivera family. They are traitors! And while the former governor and his wife will face their own judgment for their crimes, their son will be marked as a traitor here and now.”

He met Mateo's eyes beyond the sword point. If there was fear there, he hid it well.

"Will you struggle?" Tomás asked. He needed to know. If Mateo fought him, Tomás could very well end up stabbing him in the heart.

Tomás had seen enough people run through with a sword.

Mateo glared up at him almost scornfully. "No."

Tomás steeled himself, cutting away the shirt and jacket and medallion first. Mateo, true to his word, held still. Tomás gritted his teeth as he cut into the younger man's chest, writing a symbol with blood as his ink. He cut deep enough to scar, but no more.

Then he pulled Mateo up and out into the circle of villagers so they could all see what he had done.

He'd carved the letter T- the symbol for a traitor- into Mateo's chest.

There were murmurs of approval from the townspeople. The governor looked murderously angry. His wife was very pale, although she kept her head high and said nothing.

Tomás stood there in the middle of them all with a bloody sword in his hand, unsure of what to do or say next. He stared at the drops of red blood in the dust. Am I a hero now? he thought to himself, and did not know the answer.

#whumptober2024 #no.8 #altprompt #regret #OC #fic #held at swordpoint #mark of shame #historical whump #jack be whumpy

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thevoidscreams · 1 year ago

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Hello 🌺 How are you? I hope you are doing well✨ I'm not sure that you can write requests so often. But I dreamed about this plot and have been spinning in my head for a couple of days😅 I need to share this with someone)) Sanguinius / reader (not officially married, but live as spouses). As soon as peace negotiations were held on the entry of a rich and developed planet into the Imperium, everything went smoothly and the government surrendered quickly. Thus, Sanguinius and his Astartes did not have to show their tough fighting side. Everyone on the planet considers him a peaceful, calm person with a beautiful appearance. So it is with his legion. And so, while the last negotiations were taking place, the reader (she constantly accompanies the primarch on his campaigns when the fighting remains on the flagship with trusted bodyguards) is walking with several Astartes through the water gardens when she is attacked by a group of dissenting rebels. Although they are quickly disarmed, they manage to injure the reader. How would Sanguinius react and what did he do? Maybe he fell into the Black Fury? And let him, as a result, be very worried about what the reader now thinks of him. But she will say that in anger he looks even hotter and sexier than usual)))

I like this idea :3 I kinda diverted a bit, though. Sorry.

Also, I'm sorry they keep taking so long.

TWs: Gore, blood and death. (You live though bby don't worry 😘)

It was like the stories of old. The fall of the mightiest angel of God.

His wings blotted out the sun as you feebly looked up from the blood-stained water of the cute fish pond you'd been admiring, not even five minutes before.

Your blood flowed from a gash across your chest and over the opulent white marble and mingled with the blood of the rebels as your guards cut them down.

Your smile was one of shock, and your head felt light with blood loss. He was coming to save you. He didn't draw his sword to fight, and you were certain, in your heart, that he would scoop you up and fly you away to safety. But he didn't, and you became entirely aware of the horrors before you as you saw the love of your life land in the fray, rending tiny human forms to bloody piles of meat and sinew and bones by hand. Steaming, stinking offal was scattered over stone and foliage as he ripped his way through terrified men and women. His eyes black as pitch and his pristine white feathers that had been so clean and perfectly preened through all the peace talks were now stained a violently bright crimson. He opened his mouth, and your whole body rang as he roared in furious hatred.

Now you understood why he'd never let you see him after a fight. Why you always had to wait for him to wash and clean his armor after taking the field of battle.

But what you weren't prepared for was the sheer animalistic nature of the man you loved. As he tore the upper half of a man away and poured the blood into his mouth, squeezing the body to paste to get even more of the coppery liquid.

A shakey hand raised up as your fingers slid over the gapping wound in your chest, and your stomach turned.

There was so much violence around you that you figured you'd gotten lost in the uproar. But those pitch black eyes found you, bleeding and alone by the water side. His face softened, and something like sanity returned to his face, then guilt and terror and panic. He stole towards you, his arms reaching out for you. You felt a pang of fear lance your racing heart, as you tried to push yourself up your shoulder was caught by the heavy boot of a fleeing rebel and your body slid over the edge of the pond.

It was deeper than you thought it'd be, the pond that is. It was at least ten feet in the little divet your body settled in. It was oddly quiet, too. The sound of bolters was muffled by the deep layer of water, and the pressure made your ears pop. Bubbles flowed up from your lips and rose happily towards the surface. But they were broken apart by a massive golden gauntlet. The gauntlet became an arm and then a shoulder and then the rest of the primarch as he came in after you.

The fresh crimson was diluted in the water as he scooped up your small delicate form and hauled you out from under the surface with ease.

"Darling?!" He called down to you. Your eyes glazed and unfocused. You must have looked like a drowned rat in his arms. The last thing you remember as the world went dark around you was the look of shock and pain in his eyes as he shook you gingerly and called your name. Then, nothing but fragments of hectic scattered dreams and dark eyes and crimson stained lips.

The medical wing was never a comfortable temperature, and the beds were always a bit too hard for your liking. So it surprised you to wake up in a comfortable bed in a comfortable room. It was dim, and your eyes were blurry, so your surroundings were a bit hard to make out.

You were dry and in a fresh medical gown. The gash in your chest was sore, and the stitches were still fresh.

As you got up, you realized you were tied to several machines that read out your condition. Heart rate, blood pressure, and other things you weren't sure what they were.

With a tug, you pulled the sticky pads from your arms and unlocked the finger monitor. The beeping became a quiet alarm as the rate on the monitor dropped to zero, and you giggled as you watched the line go flat.

Just as you were about to turn to look for someone to ask about the events prior to you waking up here, the door burst open. Sanguinius stood in the doorway, his wings puffed up with panic as he surveyed the room, which you were just realizing was yours and his.

His ruffled wings calmed as he made his way around the bed and scooped you up into loving and gentle arms.

"Please, don't do that again." He kissed the top of your head as he returned you to the mattress and pulled the blankets up over you.

"What happened?" You asked, Sanguinius looked a bit uneasy at the question and took a deep breath.

"You were attacked by a group of insurgents who were unhappy about the union of their planet and its government and the imperium." He watched you carefully as he gave his answer and then you asked another question. One that made his hearts drop.

"And what about you? What happened to you down there? I've never seen you like that before."

Sanguinius looked ashamed, like he'd been caught in the act, doing something indecent. He sat on the edge of the bed, and his head hung low, wings similarly drooping.

"I... " He wasn't sure how to begin, but he knew he could no longer keep it from you. His beloved one, his own angel. His light.

"I lost control, I fell to my rage. After I heard over the vox that you'd been attacked... that you'd been hurt. I fell to the darkness inside me, and I let it guide my actions." He breathing quickened. And he turned to look at you, his eyes sincere and brimming with tears. "I would never hurt you. I promise, my rage could never be for you, I love you, and I would die before I lost control like that around you ever again. I promise you are safe." He assured. Sanguinius seemed almost desperate for you to believe him, as though your belief would make it true.

"I believe you, Sangy. I love you too." You got out from under the blankets again to go to him. Crawling onto his lap and pulling his arms around you. "Thank you for coming to save me."

The angel seemed surprised and then very, very happy. "Of course darling. I would never leave you for dead."

"I know you wouldn't." You assured him and took his large hand into yours. "If I'm being honest... I kinda liked it." You admitted quietly.

Sanguinius face twisted to an expression somewhere between horror and revulsion. "What could you possibly mean by that?" The primarch asked, his voice still gentle despite his sudden sinking, disgusted feelings. How could you have enjoyed a display like the one in the gardens?

"You were angry; angry because I got hurt. You loved me enough to tear the gardens apart to save me. I liked that you love me enough to feel that kind of anger. It proves to me that you really do view me as more than just another base line human." Your cheeks felt warm as Sanguinius hugged you even closer.

"Well of course, but I would have thought that would be evident by all the other things we do together."

He kissed your cheek, then moved down to your throat and kissed it too.

You sighed happily and shivered with pleasure. You still couldn't help but feel a certain sort of heat as you pictured his angered form descending from above to destroy his enemies and protect you.

"There's also a certain kind of beauty to your rage. A dark beauty that feels forbidden. And the danger of it is alluring."

"You're playing with fire here." He whispered against your tender neck. Feeling his fangs score your skin, you shivered again, half in fear and desire.

He laid you back but stopped suddenly as he heard you hiss in pain.

"Darling?"

"Just the wound." You admitted sheepishly.

"Ah, of course. I am sorry for my thoughtless behavior, I should not be getting riled up when you are this injured. Forgive me." He placed you down so softly, so sweetly, you could have never been mad.

"All is forgiven, although you didn't need my forgiveness." You kissed him, and he felt that bone deep need to care for and protect you. His most precious one.

Sanguinius stayed until you were asleep again, leaving you with a soft kiss on the forehead.

"I will be back soon my dove."

The planet's leaders had been truly contrite about the garden incident. Handing over all of the surviving rebels to be dealt with as part of their deal to keep peace. Sanguinius had demanded it, demanded justice be left to him to deliver. They'd agreed, not wanting to anger this angel of death.

Sanguinius made his way down to the Red Tear's brigg, his anger growing as he went. He'd have his justice for you himself now that he knew you'd live. He'd not even let himself consider the other side. Losing you. And his heart was ever so lighter for not losing you.

But still, that darkness roiled under the surface, the need to punish them for trying to kill you growing with each step.

By the time he'd made it to the cells holding them, he'd made up his mind. For your sake, he would be just... and make it quick.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #40k #fanfiction #primarchs #primarch #primarch x reader #sanguinius x reader #sanguinius #my writing #he bout to kill them bitches #he really does love you

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ladyredsclassroom · 3 months ago

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Charms and Potions

One-shot from a longer story I am working on. The main character is OC--Niamh McGonagall, niece of Minerva McGonagall. She's a charms professor at Hogwarts after living in the U.S. for the last 10 years. She and Severus fell in love during their 6th year in school. This is just a small piece.

Takes place during the first book.

Christmastime was upon Hogwarts. The castle glistened and gleamed with enchanted lights and candles. Holly and garland were strung up. Christmas trees adorned every free corner and space. Presents and bows glittered and the air surrounding the castle was of good tidings and joy. Niamh loved Christmas. Every year, after Thanksgiving, she and her father set up the decorations outside of their house in the States. It was done the Muggle way, which at first proved tedious, but then it became their favorite pastime. The first weekend of December, Niamh could pop to her grandmother’s for the weekend to put up her decorations–but she could wait until nightfall to do it with magic. Niamh was delighted and a little wistful. She missed her parents greatly during this time of year, but she resolved herself to make it a wonderful first Christmas with Severus.

The week before the break was about to begin Niamh and Astrid were sitting in the lounge going over the presents they had gotten for their loved ones. Niamh was describing the new cravat pin that she purchased for Severus, among other things. When Potions Master came through the door with a gleeful smirk. Astrid looked at Severus and then glanced at Niamh.

Astrid looked at the man in black and cocked an eyebrow, I don’t trust the look in your eye, Severus. This never seems to end well for someone.

Severus clasped his arms behind his back and walked toward the women, I have no idea what you mean, Professor Diggory. I am simply enjoying the festive nature of the season.

Niamh rolled her eyes and then narrowed her gaze at him. She gave him an incredulous look, Severus, what did you do?

Severus looked at her with outrage, Why do you assume that I have done anything? What if something was asked of me?

Niamh shut her eyes and fell back on the sofa. Astrid looked from Niamh to Severus and then said, Wait, what’s happening?

Niamh pinched the bridge of her nose, I suspect we are going to find out in three, two…

Minerva’s voice thundered in the hallway as the lounge door flew open, WHERE IS HE?

Niamh looked over at Astrid, One.

Astrid giggled, Off to the races. Astrid looked at Niamh as Severus took a seat in the chair next to Astrid. He crossed his leg over his knee with a smirk.

Minerva flumed toward him. Her voice grew calm and dangerous, What do you think you are doing?

Severus clasped his hands as he leaned his elbows on the arms of his chair. He looked over to Minerva in nonchalance, Minerva, I think your question should be what has Albus asked me to do? Your–

She rounded on him in anger, Don’t you dare try to get out of this, Severus. You know exactly what you are doing.

Niamh huffed and crossed her arms over her chest, and Astrid leaned into her, How long has it been since their last fight?

Niamh looked at her watch and then the calendar hanging over a countertop, Uh, 3 days. I think. It’s become white noise at this point.

Severus ignored the two women on the sofa looking at Minerva and softly said, " Aunt Min…

Minerva rounded on him as she shouted, DON’T YOU AUNT MIN, ME, BOYO. THIS IS CERTAINLY NOT THE TIME TO PLAY THAT CARD.

Astrid burst into a loud laughter as Niamh stood, Will you two stop it? What the hell happened?

Severus looked at Niamh, Your aunt is upset that I am going to referee the Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff.

Minerva seethed, Your idiot husband thinks this a good way to protect Potter–completely neglecting his bias and hatred toward our house.

Severus placed his hand on his chest, his voice was full of mirth, Minerva, I deeply resent that accusation. How can I harbor any hatred toward your house when I am in fact marrying into Gryffindor. I am simply doing what Albus has asked of me.

Minerva started to yell at Severus as Nimah stepped forward. Niamh threw her head back, sighed, as she raised her voice, Christ. ENOUGH!

Severus and Minerva dropped their mouths open and stared at Niamh in shock. It wasn’t often that she raised her voice in anger or annoyance. Astrid folded herself into the sofa as her eyes streamed with tears with laughter. Severus looked over to her with a chuckle–Niamh deeply resented at this moment that Astrid and Severus got along so well. She felt like she was trying to diffuse a bomb. Niamh looked at her aunt and then to Severus. She started to pace around the room as Minerva huffed and brooded with her arms folded over her chest. Severus sat like a kid on Christmas.

Niamh pointed at Severus, You know exactly what you are doing, and don’t try to deny it. I don’t care that Uncle Albus asked you to do this. You should not be chortling in Aunt Min’s face. Minerva grunted in agreement and then Nimah turned to face her aunt, And, you, Aunt Min–

Watch it, young lady.

Niamh huffed and placed her hands on her hips, Aunt Minerva. Astrid and Severus whipped their heads around to see how Minerva was going to react. Minerva dropped her arms and adopted a shocked look. Niamh continued, While I sometimes share your sentiment about my idiot–She looked at Severus with scowl–husband. Severus scrunched his face in annoyance and started to protest. Niamh held her hand up to his face and continued, I do believe the larger objective here is to protect Potter. After what was pulled at the last match. Niamh sighed, It somewhat makes sense. Minerva started to sputter and rage. Niamh held up her hand to her aunt this time. She pointed at Severus again in annoyance, Severus, you know damn well I will know if you call a fair game or not. And, if there is any type of bias or bad call. She looked at him with narrowed eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest, I will ensure that you and Sybil will be seated next to each other at every meal and meeting until the end of the year.

Severus looked at her, dismayed, Niamh, no, you wouldn’t.

Minerva hooted and cheered behind them. Niamh pointed at her, I would. She turned to her aunt, And, as for you, the same punishment goes for you if you give him a hard time in any capacity. Got it?

Minerva’s arms fell to her sides, You can’t do that to me. I am your boss–and your godmother.

Niamh placed her hands on her hips, Yeah, well, I have to live with my idiot husband–. She pointed to Severus.

Severus looked up and said, I would appreciate it if everyone would stop calling me an idiot.

Niamh ignored him, –and it only makes my life more difficult when you are making his life difficult. And, honestly, vice versa. Now, this match is 3 months away. If I have to endure this for 3 months–I will lock you both in the dungeons.

Minerva and Severus huffed and looked at each other. Niamh stared at them angrily until they both vaguely nodded in agreement. Astrid looked at Niamh in awe, Where have you been all these years? We needed you like 10 years ago, Niamh.

Niam’s face relaxed with a smirk, You really think that’s going to last–I give it until tomorrow until I have to remind them of my threat.

Astrid stood and linked her arm under Niamh’s, True, but it’s quite entertaining to watch. Come on, let’s get to dinner–I am starving.

The four of them walked into the Great Hall and up to the High Table. Minerva took her seat next to Albus. As Niamh was going to sit, in between Severus and Minvera, she saw Sybil Trelawny approach the table. She teetered as she walked and looked generally spooked to be out of her tower. Niamh took Sybil’s arm and said warmly, Sybil, so good to see you! I feel like I haven’t had time to catch up with you.

Sybil smiled brightly and touched Niamh’s arm, Oh, Niamh! Yes, thank you, dear. I so rarely come down–I have to give the spirit a break, you understand.

Niamh nodded with a smile, Of course! I got quite far with Divination–it can take its toll. Niamh felt the eye rolls from Severus and Minerva.

Sybil brightened at Niamh’s words. Niamh realized there were a rare few that actually understood or tried to talk with her. Sybil touched her hand, Too right, my dear. Are you sitting here?

Niamh saw Severus’s and Minerva’s heads whip in her direction. Niamh smirked and saw an open seat next to Astrid on the other side of the table. Niamh patted her arm, Oh, no, Sybil, you go right ahead. I just remembered that I needed to speak to Astrid about something during dinner. Severus and Minerva huffed and stared at each other. As Niamh bounced down the table to take her seat with Astrid.

Niamh sat and saw the murderous looks that Severus and Minerva gave her from their places. Astrid leaned in with a laugh, There is no way you planned this.

Niamh laughed loudly as she threw her head back, No, I did not. It seems God is smiling at me today–this shows Aunt Min and Severus that I am not messing around. She glanced at Severus and Aunt Min as she continued, However, I do feel like I will get a talking to after dinner.

Astrid laughed, From which one?

Niamh sipped her wine with a smirk, Dealer’s choice, Ast.

Throughout dinner, Minerva and Severus spent their evening rolling their eyes, pretending to seem faintly interested in what Sybil was saying, and casting angry glances at Niamh. When Sybill finally stood from her place, Severus leaned over to Minerva and whispered conspiratory, How are we going to get back at Niamh?

Minerva grinned mischievously, Who is someone she cannot stand?

Severus looked around the table and huffed, Dear God, she’s friendly with everyone on the staff. Damn it.

Minerva looked around, Why does she have to be so well liked? This is annoying.

Severus scanned the table, She’s even friendly with Septima and Irma.

Minerva scanned and her eyes came to Simon Thornhill, What about him? She nodded her head in his direction.

Severus growled lowly, What about him?

Minerva scrunched her face, She absolutely cannot stand Simon.

Severus grunted, Neither can I. After he made a pass at Niamh, every time I see him I want to throttle him across the Great Hall. He still looks at her too long for my liking.

Minerva smirked and said, Severus, as much as I appreciate how you protect my niece, you cannot help that someone looks at her.

Severus scrunched his face, Trust me, Minerva, if I could, I would.

Minerva rolled her eyes, Well, I don’t think we should go quite that far. We want to embarrass her, not give her a coronary.

Severus’ head whipped toward Minerva, That’s it. I’ve got it.

Minerva looked at him with an arched eyebrow, What are you thinking, Severus?

He smirked tightly, What’s the one thing you are always lecturing us about–despite the fact we have never given you cause to worry or lecture once?

Minerva took a sip of her wine, You two fooling around the castle like students.

Severus laughed, Which we have never given you just cause to do, have we?

Minerva scoffed, That I am aware of–yet, at some point I will always find out.

Orion craned his head toward the pair and laughed toward Severus, Is Minnie here giving you hell about your tryst behind the One-Eyed Witch statue last week?

Minerva snapped her head toward Severus and scowled at him. Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and hung his head in defeat. He looked at Orion, No, big mouth.

Orion looked from Minerva to Severus and demurred, Oh, whoops. Sorry, Sev.

Severus stood quickly before Minerva could say anything. He moved quickly from his place and started down the aisle. To his chagrin, the almost 60 year old witch caught up with him. She grabbed his arm, What was this tryst Orion was talking about, Severus?

Severus grabbed her arm angrily and growled at her, Keep your voice down, Minerva. He ushered her outside of the Great Hall. He looked at her. Her eyes weren’t angry, but her arms were crossed over her chest. There was a mischievous smile that she fought off. Severus huffed loudly, but then brought his voice to a whisper, Niamh and I just kissed behind the One-Eyed Witch statue. Nothing more. He held up his hands, I swear. And, it was my fault anyway. I heard her walking by and I–. He looked down and fiddled with his hands. He dropped them to his sides, I wanted to be spontaneous and romantic.

Minerva appraised him and fought a smile. She nodded her head curtly, Okay, then.

Severus looked up at her in surprise, You’re not mad?

Minerva shook her head and then linked her arm through his, No, son, I am not. Honestly, I think it’s incredibly sweet that you go out of your way to make Niamh feel special. Do I wish you would keep it inside of your rooms? Yes. But, no harm, no foul. She wagged her head from side to side, I guess, since the two of you didn’t get this chance when you were students here, and I understand if you want to make up for some things. It’s sweet.

Severus blushed slightly, I guess that it is. In truth, it’s very easy with her–to drop the facade. I don’t feel like I have to hide. I don’t feel like a shell of myself with her. And, I am very grateful for that. But, I don’t want Niamh to feel like I can’t break this character. She deserves someone that will love her all the time, not just behind closed doors.

Minerva patted his arm and gave him a sweet, loving smile, Oh, darling. I take it you have told her this, hm?

Severus nodded, In so many words, but yes. I have.

Minerva nodded, Good, I am glad. But, Severus, you do love Niamh all the time. It is very evident–at least to the people who actually know you. You listen to her, you take care of her, you comfort her, and you support her. And, more importantly, you have never asked her to be anything but herself. That, Severus, is the greatest way to show your love for her.

Severus patted the hand that she had placed on his arm and smiled at her, Does this mean you are mad about the Gryffindor/Hufflepuff match anymore?

Minerva contorted her face into a grimace. She glanced over at him and sighed, Fine. I guess I can let it go for now–but, Severus, I’m watching you.

Severus looked over at her, I know, I know. Between you and Niamh, I won’t step one foot out of line.

Minerva laughed, Who are you more afraid of, son? Me or your wife?

Severus chuckled, I have to live with my wife, so obviously her–however, that doesn’t mean you aren’t a close second.

Good, she gave him a satisfied nod.

Severus patted her hand, Now, you want to hear my plan on how to get back at Niamh for her stunt at dinner. Minerva ‘s eyes gleamed with mischief, and Severus gave her a curious look. He regarded her, Minerva, by that look in your eye–it’s some old self of you shining through. Were you a troublemaker in school?

Minerva pursed her lips and tilted her nose in the air, How dare you? I was Head Girl, I will have you know.

As Severus and Minerva were walking down the corridor, Poppy came up behind them with a scoff, Ach, Severus, don’t let Minerva fool you. Niamh get’s her spirit from somewhere. Min, tell Severus how you charmed the suits of armor to fight a battle in the Great Hall your 6th year. Poppy kept walking down the hallway, humming to herself happily.

Minerva blanched at Poppy’s comment and nervously looked at Severus, who grinned at her, Minerva, you’re kidding.

Minerva closed her eyes and sighed, Okay, maybe there were one or two things.

The pair heard Poppy’s voice down the hall, She should also tell you about how she transfigured all Slytherin House water goblets into birds and they flew away.

Minerva’s voice rose and octave, Poppy! Severus arched an eyebrow at her and Minerva leveled him a glare, Don’t give me that look! It was after I was badly fouled in the last match I played! They absolutely deserved it!

Severus rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm, I’ll get it go. For now. Minerva grunted and continued walking. Severus pulled her close, Now, I want you to meet us in the Astronomy Tower in about an hour or so, okay?

Minerva looked at him in shock, Severus, I am not going to walk in while you two are, she shook her hands in front of her to imply her meaning.

Severus rolled his eyes, Don’t be daft, woman. Of course not. I will keep it family friendly, Scout’s Honor.

Minerva rolled her eyes, You were a Scout?

Severus shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, No, it just felt like something I should say.

Minerva smirked and nodded, You think this is really going to get her goat?

Severus gave her a mischievous grin, I do. Especially now that you know about the One-Eyed Witch. You have free reign to play up the dramatics.

Minerva looked at him with an incredulous stare, I am not dramatic.

Severus snorted a laugh, Okay, Minerva, whatever you say.

Severus walked back to his room. When he walked through his portrait, Niamh was sitting on the sofa–she hadn’t changed from the day. She was sitting reading her book. Severus held out his hand, Come on, love. I want to show you something.

Niamh gave him a curious look, Where are we going?

Severus said with a smile, Astronomy Tower.

Niamh shut her book and stood. She walked to Severus and looked up at him, What do you want to show me?

It’s a surprise.

Niamh crossed her arms over her chest, You said the same thing last week, and it ended with me being bent over your desk. Severus grabbed her shoulders. He gave her a winsome, boyish smile. Niamh laughed and hit him in the shoulder, Oh my God, you’re just as bad as the kids! You really have regressed to a big teenager.

Severus wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close, Well, this wouldn’t happen if you weren’t around.

Do not blame me for your bad behavior!

Severus leaned down to kiss her, Come on, let’s take a stroll around the castle.

Niamh nodded and grabbed his hand, You better keep your pants on, professor. Or I will leave you in the Astronomy Tower. The couple slipped through Severus’ portrait into the dungeons. Niamh slipped her arm through his. Severus looked down at Niamh who smiled up at him, What? You and Aunt Min walk like this, I see no reason why we can’t.

Severus rolled his eyes and looked around, Okay, okay. I will allow it, for now.

Niamh scrunched her nose, Oh, you love it.

They strolled through the castle. It was a Friday night, and everything was relatively quiet. There were some teachers flitting about, a few students moving back from the library toward their Houses. Severus and Niamh talked quietly. Severus’ face, when needed, remained impassive and stoic. Niamh, however, remained animated. As she was telling a particularly funny story, she gestured with her hands. She laughed as she spoke, drawing Severus into her. Niamh touched his shoulder and fell into a fit of giggles and laughter.

Severus reached for her waist to steady her as a soft smile spread over his face. Niamh linked her arm through his again. They continued their night stroll as they ran into Hermione who was walking and levitating a book in front of her, carrying two more in her hands. Niamh stopped and Severus stopped with her. She didn’t remove her arm from his. She looked at the young witch walking. Hermione was so engrossed in what she was reading, that she didn’t see her professors watching her. Niamh waited for her to get closer, until she reached out and grabbed the book that was floating in front of her face. Hermione followed the book with her eyes and blushed when she saw Niamh and Severus standing next to her.

Severus cocked an eyebrow in her direction, still miffed about the Blue Bell Flames. Niamh looked down at the young witch and tutted, Miss Granger, while your focus is impressive, remember I warned you about walking and reading.

Niamh closed the book and placed it on the pile that Hermione was carrying. She demurred, Sorry, professor. I was so wrapped up in reading something and I just started down the corridor.

Severus watched Niamh with the young girl. His heart swelled slightly. I loved seeing this side of Niamh–it was nurturing and caring. Her love and compassion was all encompassing and evident when you spoke to her. This was the love and compassion that she gave him. He rarely was able to see this side of her in action and touched his heart. He felt his face slip into a devoted gaze. He forced his face to be impassive. Niamh smiled at the young witch, Oh, I completely understand–why do you think I warned you? I had an unfortunate incident running into Professor Slughorn one night coming back from the library. I almost knocked him to the floor. Niamh laughed heartily as Hermione joined her with soft giggles. Niamh patted the girl on the shoulder, Just be careful, Miss Granger.

Hermione started away with a laugh, I will! Thank you. Have a good night, professors!

Niamh looked over at Severus, whose face was fixed in a scowl. Niamh rolled her eyes, Oh, please. You still can’t be mad at a child, Sev.

She set me on fire.

Because she thought you were hurting her friend–it’s laudable that she defended her friend.

Severus looked at her in shock, Niamh, a student set your husband on fire.

Niamh wrapped her arms around his as he grumbled. She leaned up and kissed his cheek, She doesn’t know that we know, darling.

Severus stopped in the middle of the corridor as Niamh continued walking, Niamh, she set me on fire.

Niamh looked back at him and rolled her eyes. She then walked to him. She looked around her and then draped her arms over his shoulders and placed a sound kiss on his lips. His face was fixed in a scowl. His arms were crossed over his chest. She looked up at him sweetly, Oh, my poor Potions Master. She rubbed his arms.

The ends of Severus’ lips quirked, but he tried to maintain a steely composure. He tipped his chin at her, I feel like you aren’t taking me seriously.

Niamh grabbed his hands and set them about her waist. Severus held her loosely, and kept his chin tipped upward. Niamh pecked his chin and then started to place kisses on his jawline. She rubbed her hands over his chest. She purred softly, Oh, darling, of course I am taking you seriously. What would you like me to do? Take House Points away? Give her detention for a year? Her fingers traced lines up and down his jawline and lips. She gave him a sultry stare.

His hands wrapped more firmly around her as he huffed. She saw his eyes darken as she pecked him on the lips again. Severus pulled her closer, I can think of a few other things that I would like you to do.

Niamh rolled her eyes and then pushed him back slightly. Niamh started to walk down the hallway. Severus watched her move as she looked back over her shoulder, Coming, professor? I can always help you with that, too.

Severus’ eyes widened and shifted around the hallway. He smirked and quickened his step to catch up with Niamh. They came to the bottom of the steps to the Astronomy Tower. Niamh groaned and then looked over at Severus. Severus kissed her on the cheek and chuckled, I can’t Apparate us up there.

Niamh stepped in front of him and started to play with the buttons on his cloak. She looked up at him with battled eyelashes, You could carry me up there.

Severus gripped her waist and hips. She started kissing his jawline and chin. Severus pulled her closer to him, trying to maintain focus, Absolutely not. You can do it, you just don’t want to.

Niamh ran her hands over his chest and captured his lips in a sensual kiss. She batted her eyelashes again, But, Sev, her voice slipped into a flirty whine, I have bad knees.

Severus groaned slightly. His eyes shifted down the dark corner behind the steps. He pulled her and started to walk her back toward the corner. He kissed her as his hands roamed over her hips as they gripped her behind. He pushed her against the wall. Niamh lightly giggled. He kissed her deeply as he started to unzip the high neckline for her robe.

He pushed the fabric down and started a passionate assault on her neck. He grinned from his place, You do not have bad knees. His hand grasped the swell of her breast as his other hand started to pull up the hem of her robe. He kissed her again. Niamh mewed as the feel of his hand against her thigh. Severus nibbled at her bottom lip, You have a bad hip and a bad shoulder. Severus’ gripped her hip as his fingers teased the fabric of her underwear.

Niamh grinned as he kissed her and ran her hand down his chest to his stomach. She gripped his shoulder as her hand traveled to the front of his trousers. Severus’ forehead touched her neck. He puffed out a breath. Severus made a soft bite at her neck. Niamh moaned softly as she chuckled, Sev, how could you possibly know that? I never really think about it.

Severus slipped his fingers between Niamh’s thigh over her clothed sex. Niamh bit her bottom lip and grasped his shoulders tightly. Severus nibbled her neck and collarbone. As his fingers traveled slowly up and down her sex. Niamh stifled a moan. Severus captured her lips in a kiss, as she moaned slightly louder. His lips traveled to her ear and down her neck. He kissed her delicately and smirked into her skin, You fall asleep on your left side, because your right side hurts sometimes. He removed his hand from between her thighs and held her closely. Niamh slightly whined but then leaned against his chest. He kissed her as he zipped her robe back up. He kissed the corner of her mouth, But, you always manage to wake up on your right side and always have to shake the cobwebs off in the morning.

Niamh laid back against the wall and looked up at him with a devoted look, You figured that out in the short time we have been together?

Severus nodded as he held her, Well, it’s not hard to figure out, my beloved, we have shared a bed pretty consistently for the last 5 months–give or take a few miserable nights. Niamh rolled her eyes with a smile as she softly ran her hands over his cheeks and jaw and kissed him tenderly. Severus touched her nose, and I also watched you shatter the right side of your body at the end of our 6th year.

Niamh winced again subtly as if remembering the pain. Severus held her tightly. Niamh settled into his embrace and kissed him. She looked up at him. Love shone in her eyes. Severus touched his forehead to her’s. Niamh closed her eyes and nuzzled her nose into his. She said in a whisper, I guess potions and magic only goes so far. She pecked at his lips, How could you possibly remember that?

Severus grazed his finger against her cheek, Niamh, I watched the woman I love be throttled to the ground from 10 feet in the air at a speed that was much too fast for my liking.

Niamh closed her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Niamh rested her head on his cheek, And before that, I was knocked off my broom by that Beater–that’s how I broke my hand. I still think that Eleanor Ellsmere should have been in Gryffindor.

Severus backed away and grabbed her hand, I always wanted her for Slytherin–she was ruthless on the pitch. Severus kissed her as he pulled her hand up the stairs. He watched her ascend and his heart flipped slightly. His breath caught. The moonlight shone on her hair and her beautiful blue robes. She picked up the hem of her robe. She looked up at him with what he thought was adoration. His heart flipped again. He stopped on the stairs and pulled her into a tender kiss.

Niamh smiled into his kiss and then said, Oh, I like this incentive. How about every 10 steps you stop and kiss me?

Severus gripped her hand more tightly, Niamh, I am already happy I can hold your hand in a stairwell.

Niamh rolled her eyes with a laugh, No wonder why Aunt Min lectures us all the time. Severus remembered why they were headed up to the Astronomy Tower. There was something that he wanted to show Niamh, but the mention of her aunt brought him back to reality. And, then he remembered that Niamh made him sit next to Sybil at dinner. He smirked slightly, but then thought about how he let loose the dogs of war. Severus figured it was a wonderfully romantic moment that he was having here, and her aunt was going to ruin it. By his decision. He resolved to do the romantic thing after Minerva left. It would serve as a reminder as to why Niamh shouldn’t throw him from the Astronomy Tower. Niamh looked up at him with a curious look. Severus grabbed her toward him. His hand went to her waist, and his other hand held it up higher and began to dance around the landing. Severus kissed her as Niamh smiled up at him, Severus, this is all very romantic.

Good. He kissed her temple. He danced her around a few more times. He hummed the melody of “Into the Mystic '' into her ear. He kissed her again, When I saw you dancing in your grandmother’s kitchen, I fell in love with you all over again.

Niamh curled into him. She closed her eyes and relished this small thing they were able to do in the halls of Hogwarts. Severus moved Niamh back and turned her slightly. Niamh giggled as Severus danced her up the stairs. Niamh grabbed his hand and leaned into him. She sighed, Sev, sweetheart, this is almost too much.

Severus kissed her hand as they continued their climb. He looked at her softly and said, Niamh, my love, it is so rare that I get to show you publicly how much I love you.

They came to the stop of the steps and the chill of the air washed over them.. Severus walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He walked her to the balcony and leaned against one of the pillars. Niamh leaned against him as they looked out to the sky. The slight glow of Hogsmeade flickered under them. Niamh turned in his arms and draped her arms around Severus’ neck. Niamh kissed Severus soundly. Severus went to deepen the kiss. His hands went to her waist and then traveled to the swell of her breasts. Niamh smiled into his kiss as she started to undo his cravat. Severus gripped her as one hand reached to unzip her robe at the neck. He nuzzled his face into her exposed skin Niamh pushed herself into him with a soft gasp. She worked at the buttons on his cloak. Severus’ forgot all about Minerva as he started to bunch at Niamh’s skirts trying to find her bare thigh. Niamh’s hands found his belt and she started to undo it. When she got it through the loops and suddenly the belt flew out of her hands. Niamh’s shot up and looked around to find her Aunt Minerva staring angrily at them. Severus followed Niamh’s eyes and jumped slightly. A squeak of fear escaped Niamh’s mouth as she started to burrow herself into Severus and threw his billowy cloak over to herself to hide.

Minerva’s voice was raised an octave, When Peeves told me he saw two people come up here–I assumed it was students. It seems that he was close.

Severus tried to disengage from Niamh, but she held on. He hissed at her softly, Niamh, get off. He nervously looked at Minerva who was trying to hide her laughter behind her stern glare. Severus then remembered he was in on the joke. He smirked back and threw off his cloak off Niamh.

Minerva tried to hide her humor as she crossed her arms over her chest. Niamh stood nervously, but kept her head down. Minerva stared at her, I cannot believe it! The two of you acting like a bunch of teenagers. She turned her back slightly so Niamh didn’t see her smirk, It’s bad enough that I have to catch kids in the corridors, now I have to worry about my teachers. Niamh stared at the ground, but rolled her eyes. Minerva caught the expression and turned with a slight bit of fury, Did you just roll your eyes at me, young lady?

Severus pressed his lips tightly together and looked away. Minerva now sounded angry, it was only a matter of time before he caught the end of her ire. Niamh lifted her head. Severus examined her expression and suppressed his grin. She looked like an annoyed teenager that was about to get grounded. Severus bit his lip as slight chuckle escaped his lips—the death knell. Minerva’s head zeroed in on Severus as he gulped slightly. He wasn’t sure anymore if this was a joke.

And, what are you smirking about over there, laddie? Don’t you dare think you’re an innocent party. Your hand up my niece’s skirt.

Niamh looked to the ceiling, Aunt Min, please. This is embarrassing!

Minerva turned to Niamh, Embarrassing! She laughed loudly. Severus cringed slightly, this couldn’t be good. He was silently cursing himself for his ruse. Minerva continued, What’s embarrassing is the fact that your robes are practically hanging off your shoulders! She walked over to Niamh and grasped her by the chin. She pulled Niamh’s chin to the side, exposing a purplish mark on her neck. Her eyes narrowed. Severus dropped his head and covered his eyes. Niamh groaned slightly as she held her eyes closed. She could feel her aunt’s anger coming to the surface. She silently stepped away from Niamh who exhaled a large breath and quickly zipped up the neckline of her robes. Niamh followed Minerva with her eyes as she stopped in front of Severus.

Severus now was completely sure Minerva was angry now. The look in her eyes was more dangerous than when they argued about Quidditch. Severus put up his hands, Minerva, I can explain. You know I would never hurt her!

Minerva drew her wand, Give me one reason why I shouldn’t launch you from this tower, Severus.

Severus searched her face. In his fear he missed the mischievous glint in Minerva’s eyes. Her wand was pointed at his chest and Niamh quickly exclaimed, It’s a hickey, Aunt Min! Aunt Min narrowed her eyes. Niamh added, A love bite! Niamh brought her hands over her head and tried to shield her head in her embarrassment.

Minerva tipped her chin and looked at Severus, a little less severely. She scoffed and started to walk back to the center of the room, Of, all of the things to deal with. First, the statue of the One-Eyed Witch and now this. Niamh groaned and threw her hands up in the air and covered her face with her hands. She bent at the waist and wanted to burrow into the ground. Minerva threw her hands out at her sides. Her voice was demanding and angry, Any other secret trysts I should know about? Hm? She looked directly as Severus.

Severus immediately panicked; completely missing the smirk on her face. He blurted out nervously, Quidditch Pitch–we had sex on the Quidditch Pitch.

Niamh stood and angrily cried, SEVERUS!

Minerva’s eyes widened and then her mouth dropped. She stared at him in disbelief and then shifted her eyes to Niamh. Her mouth opened and closed several times before she whispered, I am at a loss for words.

Niam groaned, Oh my God.

Severus cringed at his admission. A scarlet flush rose up his neck to his cheeks. The room was in complete silence. Niamh’s body was turned away from everyone. She thought dully that she would throw herself from the Tower. Severus looked at Minerva nervously. Minerva’s eyes shifted from Severus to Niamh. She couldn’t deny that she was slightly miffed and shocked, but she wasn’t angry. Minerva’s eyes crinkled at the sides. Severus looked at her dumbfounded. Minerva started to laugh loudly. She grabbed her stomach as she walked toward Severus. She laughed the entire way until she braced herself against his shoulder. Niamh turned swiftly in her place and stared at the two of them. Niamh looked between the two. Severus looked nervously from Niamh to Minerva. Niamh’s face was twisted in annoyance and flushed from embarrassment. Severus studied that Minerva was still laughing, which made him start to chuckle slightly.

Niamh’s eyes widened as she stepped toward them, Of all the things!

Minerva waved her hand at Niamh and looked at Severus, Severus, I never took you for such a good actor–you really did look scared. And, that detail about the Quidditch Pitch? Very convincing. Worry washed over Severus’ face again as Minerva stopped laughing, Oh my God.

Severus put up his hands, Minerva, I thought you were really angry.

Oh. My. God.

Minerva, don’t overreact–no one saw.

OH MY GOD.

Niamh propped herself on a nearby box and braced herself for the lecture. She looked at Severus and muttered, Some genius you are.

Severus whipped his head toward her as Minerva rounded on Niamh. She crept closer as Severus tailed behind. Minerva hissed through her teeth, Are you kidding me? What if someone saw you?

Severus added not so helpfully from behind her, There was a Disillusionment Charm–and a strong one. Minerva turned her head and scowled at Severus.

Niamh made a face at Severus to stop talking and then said to aunt, No one saw us, Aunt Min.

That’s not the point–it’s incredibly…She stopped mid-sentence and looked at Niamh. Her face was contrite and embarrassed. Minerva also realized that she herself didn’t have much of a leg to stand on. She dropped her hands to her sides and huffed, I would just prefer if you kept your amorous activities to the bed room. From now on.

Niamh and Severus exhaled audibly. Niamh fixed her aunt a quizzical look, You’re not going to yell at us?

Minerva sat down on a box and said in resignation, No, I’m not. She sighed deeply, I can’t reprimand you for something that I did myself.

Severus groaned, Oh, for Merlin’s sake!

Minerva laughter rang out around the tower. Niamh looked at her aunt with an impressed expression. Niamh started laughing with her aunt, Well done, you.

Don’t be crass, Niamh, she said with a smirk. Niamh rolled her eyes with a smile.

Severus looked at the two women and started to walk off, Well, I am going to drown myself in the Black Lake. What bait should I give the Giant Squid?

Minerva waved him over, Oh, with the dramatics, lad. She stood. She looked at Niamh, This was supposed to be a joke Severus and I played on you for sitting Sybill between us. However, it seems that it got a little out of hand.

Niamh shook her head with a smile, Ah, I see. She motioned her head to Severus, He ruined it, did he?

Minerva laughed and patted Severus on the shoulder, I thought he was doing a bit. I knew he was too convincing! She laughed harder remembering the fear in his face.

Niamh giggled, Well, it does think you’re a scary lady. Sometimes.

Severus groaned again and then whined, Niamh, come on!

Minerva laughed as she waved her hand, Oh, please, why do you think I turned up the ire, Severus? I had to punish you a little after last week.

Niamh started at her aunt, But, how did you find out about the One-Eyed Witch? Minerva and Severus gave her an exasperated expression, and Niamh scrunched up her face, Goddamn it, Orion.

Minerva started to walk toward the steps and turned around with a laugh, I will leave you, now. But, seriously, keep your clothes on. She noticed Severus’ belt and levitated it toward him with a smirk. Severus blushed furiously and grabbed it in the air. Minerva started down the steps and yelled, Good night, children. Remember—I will always find out.

Severus quickly threaded his belt through his pant loops and started for the stairs in a rush. Niamh called after him, Severus, where are you going?

He turned around and gave her a surprised look, As far away from you as possible!

Niamh’s mouth dropped open, What, why? I didn’t do anything! You were the one that told her!

Severus stepped closer with a laugh, I was expecting you to throw something at me.

Niamh looked around and smirked, Honey, I have nothing to throw! And, besides, I am not that mad after Aunt Min’s confession–

He held up his hand, Please, don’t.

Niamh rolled her eyes and drew herself closer to him. She placed her hands on his shoulder and smiled, Was there something that you wanted to show me? We came up all this way, I figured it was some grand scheme of your’s–I just didn’t expect that comedy of errors.

Severus wrapped her in his arms and kissed her cheek, That last part was not part of the plan, darling. It was just supposed to be a little fun.

Niamh laughed and draped her arms over his shoulders, It seems that when you plan little jokes, they always backfire, hm?

Severus kissed her cheek and then walked her backwards. He took her hand and spun her around and led her to the large telescope in the middle of the room. Severus placed a hand on her hips and positioned her in front of the telescope. Severus kissed her temple with a smile, I want to show you something.

Niamh looked over her shoulder with a smirk. She gave him a warning look, Severus…

Severus kissed her neck with a smile, Oh, don’t look at me like that. I want you to look through the telescope.

Niamh laughed as she grasped his hands and leaned her head against his chest, Okay, okay. What is it that you want to show me?

Severus leaned in and looked through the telescope. He turned a small dial with precision and moved it slightly to the left. He hummed absently and then said, Ah, here it is. Here, love, have a look.

Niamh arched an eyebrow and looked at him. She smiled and then leaned down to look through the telescope. She pursed her lips and squinted. She looked up at him in confusion, Severus, am I supposed to know what I am looking at? I am not very good with Astronomy.

Severus came behind her as she looked into the telescope again. He grabbed her hand and led her to the balcony. Niamh placed her hands on the railing as Severus held her by the waist and pointed up at the sky, See, right there. The two constellations that look like stick figures.

Niamh leaned back against him as her eyes followed his outstretched arm. She examined the sky until she saw what she was looking for. She saw what Severus had described and smiled, Ah, yes, yes. I see it. But, darling, what is it?

Severus wrapped his other arm around her and kissed her cheek, Andromeda and Perseus.

Niamh looked over at him and smiled, You have to explain that to me.

Severus leaned into her as Niamh rested the side of her face on his chin. Severus pressed his lips softly to her skin and smiled, I finally know more about something than you do.

Niamh settled into his embrace, You know many things more than I do, Sev, You are a genius after all. She smiled as she dropped her head.

Severus held her tight and chuckled, I will take that, even if it was meant sarcastically.

Niamh nudged him with her elbow, Tell me the story, love.

Severus rested his head on her shoulder, Well, you see, Andromeda’s parents chained her to a rock in order to stop a monster from destroying their kingdom–hubris because her parents said that Andromeda was more beautiful than Posideon’s children. So, as she is chained to a rock, Perseus comes along. His original plan was to slay Medusa. Which he was able to do. But, he fell in love with Andromeda. He held Niamh tighter. Andromeda, however, was promised to some wanker name Phineus–

Niamh huffed a laugh and said, –is that historical term, Sev, wanker?

Hush, I’m doing a thing here. Niamh chuckled and leaned into his embrace. However, Perseus kills Medusa and then shows her head to Phineus, turning him to stone. He rescues Andromeda and they live happily ever after. The myth is that their love story was so eternal, they were immortalized in the stars.

Niamh turned in his arms and ran her hands over his cheeks. She kissed him deeply and then laid her head on his chest, Written in the stars, hm? Nothing happened–they weren’t killed or parted?

Severus kissed her head, Well, there is the whole damsel in distress thing and Andromeda doesn’t actually have her own story. It’s just framed by her relationships with men. The sexualization of her is a bit of a problem.

Niamh looked up at him, Look at you and your feminist lens. Very good. She held him tighter.

Severus kissed her with a smile, Well, I mean I was focused on the eternal love story and immortalized in the stars. But, yes, I did my research.

Niamh settled her head against him, And, how did you think of this or find this?

Severus looked up at the sky thinking nothing of how he found out this information, Aurora showed me the other day. She got me a small gift–a book, of course–He rolled his eyes with a laugh, I thought it would be some academic book–but it’s a novel I have never heard of, Breath of Magic, I think? He shrugged, It’s for helping her out on Christmas Day.

Niamh looked up at him with a grin, And, then she showed you the constellations of two lovers in the stars? Or did you ask if she knew anything to show me?

Severus looked up at the sky and then down at her with a furrowed brow, Does she know about us? Niamh shook her head with a grin. Severus thought, You know, I didn’t ask. She just showed me and told me the story.

Niamh chuckled, And you said, Oh, I must show my wife sometime.

Severus looked down at her and grimaced, Should I have said that? I’m sorry. After she told me the story, I was completely plotting how to get you up here one night.

Niamh kissed him softly, smiled, and touched his cheek, So busy plotting and thinking about me that you totally missed an attractive witch flirting with you.

Severus’ brow furrowed more, What? Aurora wasn’t flirting with me–she was just saying thank you for helping her out.

Niamh cocked her head, Sev, my genius, my darling, you really are thick sometimes. He went to protest, but Niamh’s hand came over his mouth, Shsh, Severus. That book that Aurora gave you? He nodded. She grinned, Did you read the back cover?

Severus shook his head, No, it had a weird moon and broom on it–I just figured I would give it to you to read. It looked like the books that you read sometimes. Niamh waited for him to come to his own conclusion, Oh my God, it looks like the books that you read sometimes.

Niamh nodded, It’s a romance book–and from what I understand, a trashy one. I think Astrid read it. And, then she showed you a constellation of two lovers. Severus, come on. She laughed into his chest.

Severus looked down at her, Shouldn’t you be fuming mad? Or something? A woman made a pass at me!

Niamh laughed harder, And, you didn’t even think she was making a pass at you! That’s why it’s funny!

Severus held her tightly and kissed her, Because I was too busy thinking about you!

Niamh held onto Severus tightly and smiled, I know. That’s why it’s so adorable. Severus gave her a good natured scowl. She placed her chin on his chest and looked up at him, I am surprised that she didn’t try to kiss you.

Severus smirked, So, you think that’s why she stares at me all the time? Or always tries to sit near me at meetings?

Niamh laughed, Yes! Aunt Min refers to her as your girlfriend. Aurora will walk into a meeting, look for you, and Aunt Min will nudge me and say, Your husband’s girlfriend is here. I find it humorous. And, Severus, I understand the risks that go along with people knowing your marital status–you don’t have to admit anything to Aurora. However, if she drinks too much at the Christmas party at the end of the week and tries anything with mistletoe–I will jinx her.

Severus eyed her with intrigue, Oh, I like where this is going.

Niamh gave him a steely stare, Don’t you dare lead her on or I will hex you instead.

Severus huffed in defeat, You’re no fun.

You have told me differently.

Severus kissed her deeply and then smirked down at her, I lied.

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Tolkien Elves with a South Asian Reader

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Request: Can you write an Indian reader insert story? It's ok if you don't want to share. 🙂

AN: While I don't want to write a specific nationality. I will write it based on the general South Asian experience. I hope that works and you like it. (also crazy story time my account was terminated for a while out there)

Genre: Romance and angst

Erestor:

"How does my love rank lower than yours? What criteria do you elves use to measure the purity of love?"

"I would be more cautious on a sword's end," the black-haired elf moves his blade precariously close to your neck. But you find it hard to care for it at the moment.

The crisp breeze of the night seems to cling close to you. Besides your worn-out clothes do little to keep the chill away. You have long given up the hope of freeing yourself from the binding the elves have put you in. Instead, all your attention is directed at the elf who calls himself Erestor.

An unknown rage fills you as you glare at your captor. Maybe if it were another day you would have begged for your life. You would have done that for the people waiting for you back at your camp. Children and women, for whom you became the bandit of Laor pass.

You had not expected to be caught by a part of elves. It had been an evening like any and you had set your sights on the gracious rations that the party carried. Food that would feed your people.

It didn't take long for elves to catch you. The guards dragged you to their leader. And maybe you had expected scorn but not hatred that lined their leader, Erestor's eyes. "Your kind is not even worthy of friendship let alone love," somehow the conversation had turned into a battle of wits. "We elves know of it better than any. Back then and even now your people side with the evil" One of the guard's fingers dig into your arm as their leader spit accusations at you.

The unfairness of his every word tugged at your heart. How could he...how could he talk of something he knew nothing of.

You press closer to the blade digging into your neck. You look directly at the elf as you do so, "In a world where Gods live in far off West, abandoning the East, letting my people suffer from one of their kind without mercy. In a world where your kind forge jewels with the light of the stars and bid us to fight your battles that promise us nothing but the deaths of our starving children whose fathers fought for an oath-bound lord. Do you not remember the bargain of your lords? It is the same as any other dark lord." The elf flinches as your words ring out loud in the night.

"Tell me why did my people had to pay for your kind's need to create. We lived in peace before your king forged the rings that brought us ruin." Your breath comes uneven. Unnoticed by you, hands holding you have long retreated. "From past to present, we the people of the East have borne the burden of the West. Our people have been thralls in the halls of darkness as you fought your righteous battles. And they have done so for their children as you have done for yours."

You stand up from where you have been kneeling. Your knee throbs with a subtle ache. No one dares to stop you as you step close to the leader whose eyes evade you.

Your voice resonates with a mix of anger and sorrow, and the intensity of your words leaves the elves around you momentarily speechless. Erestor's grip on his sword loosens slightly, his stoic expression faltering as he tries to find a response to your passionate outburst.

"In every battle waged, in every great design, it's our people who suffer the most," you continue, your voice unwavering. "While your kind sits in palaces adorned with stars, basking in the light of Valinor, it's our children who starve, our homes that burn, and our dreams that shatter. Your measure of love may be different, but I ask you this, Erestor – what do your people know of sacrifice?"

The tension in the air is palpable as the elves exchange uneasy glances. Your words challenge the very foundation of their beliefs, and Erestor's eyes finally meet yours, filled with a mix of defensiveness and curiosity.

"Do not think that you know the struggles of my people," he replies, his voice tinged with the remnants of anger.

Next to crackling fire, the camp stands at a stalemate in the battle of words. Pride, rage, and sorrow are the kindle to the burning flames.

Fingon:

Fingon had been traveling with Maedhros when he first met you. A courtier at one of the Eastern kingdoms.

Dressed in gleaming rubies and emeralds, armed with a lute you stepped into a hall full of men and elves. Your eyes lined with kohl and your hands bearing the marks of henna.

In a hall that glares at you with contempt and lust, you do not cower. Instead, you look everyone in the eye. Even Fingon gets to meet your unflinching gaze.

Bending at your waist you bow to the king seated on the throne but even that bow fails to lower your majesty. There is a knowing light in your eyes and a condescending smile on your lips.

"This is Y/N, our esteemed entertainer for the evening," the king introduces you. Musicians line behind you. "Come on Y/N show your elven guests here the courtesy of East. Sing them a song and move your feet to a mesmerizing dance." It seems wrong for the king to order you. Unfair for you to be presented as an object but you do not seem to be offended. Seemingly above everyone in the court.

If Fingon suspected you to be a disguised Ainu at your first glance, his suspicions turn into awe when you perform. The world seems to rest on your fingertips and time seems to blend into your steps.

Fingon's fingers move mirroring yours. He does not know the words but he does not need to know them to understand them.

Your song mocks the king who seems to be blinded by the monopoly over your body. The anklets you wear do not hinder you. And Fingon's breath hitches the second your hair comes undone. As if hearing his thundering heartbeat you look at him.

Amidst the thunder of applause, you look at Fingon. And you smile not with contempt but with something that Fingon reflects back in his own smile.

Hidden in the binding of this body, my soul shines bright,

It yearns for our eyes to meet, bending the rules of wrong and right,

Maedhros:

"I will marry an elf." The loud declaration silences the entire camp. It is followed by cursing voices and sounds of shushing pleas.

However, in doing so it garners the attention of the elf lord, Maehros. The one who seeks to reunite the East and the West of Middle Earth to defeat the Dark Lord.

While men fawning over elves had been no surprise for most, it was at this point an irrefutable fact. The secondborn seemed to be attracted to the firstborn like moths to a flame.

But this kind of open declaration was still...unheard of. Both elves and men had acknowledged the weird attraction and mutually decided to ignore the innate instinct.

This silent treaty breaks with you. And Maedhros cannot help but be intrigued. So, he hunts for you. Away from prying eyes that would cook rumors, Maedhros finds you by the vegetable garden that seems to have the entirety of your attention.

"Why must you marry an elf?" The eldest Feanorian tries not to laugh when you jump almost a foot high at his unannounced arrival. The shovel in your hand flying away.

With a hand on your chest, you turn to look at him. A frown adorns your forehead, "Ai, can you not scare me?" You do not address him as a lord or a prince. Maybe just don't know or maybe you do not care for it but Maedhros cannot find it in himself to take offense.

"Forgive me for that," Maedhros apologizes and much to his surprise you look nothing like the embarrassed woman he had expected to confront.

Instead, with the confidence of a preening peacock you seat yourself on the ground. "It's quiet alright. I do have to get used to it if I am to marry one of your kind," you understandingly nod. And Maedhos marvels at your nativity. Unblemished in the Adra that has been marred.

"I want to marry an elf to teach all the men of my community a lesson." You reply in a solemn voice. "I grew up watching my father beating my mother. My grandfather insulting my grandmother without a care of her heart. I grew up in the patriarchy of the East. With men who cared not an ounce about their partners." Maedhros cannot bring himself to speak. Not even when you sniff. There is pain there. Helplessness of a being he deemed to be untouched by anything mal a moment ago.

A pain that rips his heart. The tears of his own mother come to his mind. Deed of his father and his brothers that would haunt their mother.

So he listens attentively as you continue with determination in your voice. "I will marry an elf to teach every single man in my life a lesson. I will show them how much my husband will love me," you smile through your tears. It isn't blind infatuation that Maedhros expected but something deeper.

"Your kind treat your female so much better and I...I want that for my kind too. I want to hand back my sisters, my mother, my aunts their self-respect that men have rolled in dirt."

A sane part of Maedhros yearns to tell you of elves. Of how his father left his mother, how his grandfather married another, how Thingol discards the wisdom of his wife, or how Eol captured Aerdhel.

But he cannot. All he can do is, pat your head in a comforting gesture and pray for the success of your mission.

"Will you marry me then?" you propose to the Feanorian who snorts the very next moment.

#erestor x reader #maedhros x reader #fingon x reader #the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #silmarillion headcanon #South asian reader #tolkien elves #noldor elves

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The lost brother part 2

" What should we do Raiden? " * Kitana said. *

* Raiden thinks to himself as his eye's flash lighting. * " I guess we wait. "

" Wait are you serious Raiden? We can't just do nothing. "

" But we can and must..... This is there fight Liu Kang. Besides like they said the place is full of traps. Unless you want to test your luck I suggest. You do just that and sit and wait. " * Raiden sits down on a rock. *

" Man I hate waiting. " * Jax said as he crossed his Arms. *

" You really don't remember me do you. " * He said without feeling. *

* Ice forms on Sub-zeros hands. * " I already told you. " * He said with anger. * " What did you do with the other's? "

* He chuckled. * " You should be more worried about what I am going to do too you and Cyberfox. "

* She look's at him like she is trying to remember. * " Emmm why dose it matter so much if we do? " * She said with worry. *

* He looked at Cyberfox and stopped crossing his arm's. * " To be forgotten.. by one of the only people that new me......." * His eye's glow bright. * " Maybe this will help. " * He disappeared and grabbed Cyberfox from behind and throws her agent the wall. *

" CYBERFOX! " * Sub-zero punches Noob in the gut. As hard as he can. * *

Noob Goes flying back into wall. He jumps off the wall and kicks sub-zero sending him to the ground. *

" Ahhhh. " * Sub-zero gets back up blood Goes down the side of his mouth. * " I am going to kill you . "

* Cyberfox gets back up holding her head. *

" Cyberfox are you alright. " * He gets kicked back. * " Ahhhh. " * He punched Noob in the face Making him go back a little. *

" You should pay attention to me Not her. "

" Shut your mouth I don't care who you are. If you where someone who cared about me. You never would of done this. So you must of been someone who I hated. "

* Noob seems upset for a second as he says this. * " You want to know who I am!? " * He Runs at Sub-zero black tar wrapped around sub-zeros legs. *

" NO LET ME GO! "

* He takes out a knife blood dripping onto the ground. He look's up confused and shocked. * " You fool. "

* The knife was in Cyberfoxes chest. She shakes as blood comes from her mouth. She grabs Noobs hand wrapped around the handle. *

" CYBERFOX NO! " * Sub-zero yelled with anger and pain. *

" What are you doing stupid women. " * He looked at her with hatred. *

* She smile a little and puts her hand on Noobs mask. *

* Noobs eye's widen with surprise. * " What are you doing? "

" I am sorry.... I.... Remember now... I. " * Her eye's role back as she passed out. *

* Sub-zero wrapped his arms around her as she falls. He keeps quite as he takes the knife from her chest. *

* Noob is stocked as he look's at her. *

* The silence is broken with sub-zero. * " NO NO NO NO NO CYBERFOX WAKE UP! "

* He holds her close to him still felling a weak heart beat he look's at Noob. His eye's lose life and show only Rage. He lays Cyberfox down and stands up. Ice forms around his arm's. *

" I am going to tare you apart. "

* He stepped towards Noob ice forms around his feet and floor. Leaving frozen footsteps. *

* Noob snaps out of it. And laughed in a deep voice. * " You failed at protecting her. You always where a disappointment . " * Another him formed beside Noob. *

"........"

* Noob and his clone run at sub-zero. The clone disappeared as Noob hit sub-zero in the face. *

* Sub-zero takes it and just keeps looking at him with rage. *

* Noob is surprised but smiles under his mask. * " Stop looking at me like that...."

* Sub-zero grabs his arm and grips hard as form's ice around Noobs arm. *

" Let me go. " * Noob said trying to get away. *

" I told you I am going to tare you apart. " * He breaks his arm it breaks into pieces. *

" AHHHHHH! YOU SON OF A BITCH ! "

* Sub-zero back hands Noob sending him flying into the wall. *

" AHHHHHH!" * He holds what is left of his arm in pain. * " You know how much that hurt... "

* Sub-zero says nothing just keeps walking towards him. *

* Noob stands up and black tar drips from. Where his arm was. *

" If she dies I will find you in the next life. " * He makes an ice sword. * " And I will show you suffering know where will be safe. You will think what you have been through. Was a walk in the park. " * He said cold without feeling as he puts his weapon to Noobs neck. *

" S-sub-zero. " * He hears from behind him. *

* He turned his attention to Her. * " Cyberfox. " * Life comes back to his eye's as he pulls the ice sword away from Noobs neck. *

" Don't kill him. "* She said tired and weak as she sits up. * " He is your brother. "

* Sub-zeros eye's widen as he looked back to see. Noob was missing. * " Bi-han? "

* Noob appears behind sub-zero. * " Don't turn around. "

* Sub-zero dose as he said. * " It this true? Why would you do this? "

* Noob Look's into the distance. * " I was killed by Liu Kang..... And now you fight beside him. You....." * He clenched his teeth. * " You abandoned my memory you said... He was evil so it's OK that you killed him. You .... You betrayed me and my memory for what ? To protect earthrealm.

What has the world done for us but give us pain. And suffering all are lives fighting. Just to live.... Beaten , abused, scared, loneliness. I was left to rot wall you.... Lived wall you found someone you lost I am surprised. You even remembered Smoke but I guess. I was nothing to you. "

* Sub-zero keeps looking forward. * " I did not abandoned you. "

" LIES! "

" I just couldn't stand by what you did and would. Fight for you wanted to destroy everything. You see the world as dark and cold... I see it as precious I took the good with that bad. You always would take the bad with the bad. "

" You did this to me.... You left me to rot. "

* Sub-zero look's down. * " I... I am sorry but I didn't think you where coming back. You talk like I didn't care... I did but like you showed me. I just moved past it. If I new I .... I would of done anything to find you. "

* Noob closed his eye's. * " Lies. "

* Sub-zeros eye's widened. As he turned around fast. * " NO DON'T! "

* His clone was going to kill Cyberfox but it melted. Into a pool of black tar. *

" You made me do this. " * Sub-zero stabbed through Noobs stomach. As he look's down a tear falls on the ground from sub-zeros face. *

* Noob gasps for air as he grabbed the sword through his gut. * " Kuai. "

* Sub-zero look's at his brother with sadness. *

" This is not over... All come back. "

" I.. I know. "

* Noob disappeared into a puddle and sinks into the cracks. *

" Goodbye Brother. " * He walks over to Cyberfox and picks her up. *

" Emmmm Sub-zero I I am sorry. "* Tears go down her cheek. *

* Sub-zero smiles a little at her as he takes her through the temple. * " It's not your fault Cyberfox Don't be sorry. Please Relax you lost a lot of blood. I .. I don't. " * He holds her close to him hiding his face. * " I don't want to lose you too your all I have left. " * He grips onto Cyberfoxes sweater. *

* She hold him back and kisses his neck. * " I am not going anywhere. "

" Cyberfox Thank you. " * He hold her tightly to him. * " I lost it I thought I lost you. I didn't care if I lived or died. I don't even think it was me. "

" It's okay you did what you felt was right. " * She holds him her grip gets weaker. *

* They make it outside they all look at them. *

" Wow what happened you don't look so good. " * Jax said. *

" She was stabbed. "

" We should get them back as soon as possible. " * Raiden said as he stands up. *

" Hey why don't you just take them there Raiden. Or is that to much work for you. "

* Raidens eye's flash lighting. * " This is not the time Jax... "

* Sub-zero is already putting Cyberfox in her seat. * " I don't have time for this. "

" Hey hold on that is my jet. " * Stryker said grabbing his arm. *

* Sub-zero pulls away. * " Don't touch me I am done talking. "

" Hey,hey we are all friends here. You can talk to us sub-zero. " * Liu Kang said trying to calm him down. *

* Sub-zero look's back at the temple. He sees Noob standing on it looking at him. His arm has grown back. Like there past fight had not even happened. *

* They all look in the same way. And see Noob standing there as he disappeared. *

" Hey he is still alive let's go after him. " * Sonya said as she ran towards him. *

" Stop..... Let him go for now. "

" What are you for real he almost killed Cyberfox. You should be wanting to get him more then anyone. "

" I said Stop Sonya.... " * He said as he bandaged up Cyberfox. *

* Cyberfox look's worried as he dose this. * " Zero there just trying to help. "

" We'll I am going after him. "

* Sub-zero freezes her feet. *

" HEY! "

" Sub-zero what is your problem bro why did you do that? "

" I guess you did not hear me. I said stop and I mean it. " * His eye's look cold. *

* The ice breaker around Sonya's leg. * " Emmm fine I don't get why you are so agent it. "

* Sub-zero gets in the jet and closes the hatch. * " Because he is my Brother. "

* They all looked Shocked as he flys back to base with Cyberfox. *

" His Brother. " * Liu Kang look's worried. *

" Hmm.... Look's like we have something else to worry about. " * Raiden said. * " All meet you back at the base. " * He teleports back to the base. *

Sub-zero and Cyberfox make it back to the base. Sub-zero dose not talk much as he helps her out of the jet. *

" Watch you're step. "

" Emmm Ahhh Alright. "

" Hey you are back I Hurd what happened. " Nightwolf said.

* Sly runs in and jumps up and down around Cyberfox *

" Hehe hey sly emmm. " Cyberfox said softly

" Get away Sly you are in the way. " Sub-zero said sounding angry

* Sly's tail Goes down as he walks away. *

" Sub-zero you didn't have to be like that. He just missed us. "

* He puts Cyberfox down on the table. * " He was jumping on you and you are hurt. Besides he is a wild animal I don't need you sick. In your weakened condition. "

* Cyberfox want's to say something but understands. * " Emmm OK but please don't be so angry with him. "

* Sub-zero leans into her putting his hands flat on the table looking to the side. * " Cyberfox.... You almost died again I can't keep...... Doing that...... "

" Zero you can't keep blaming yourself. I wanted to go it's on me not you please. " * She lifted his chin up so he looked at her. * " I ... I love you if anything happens to me please... Don't blame yourself. "

" I am sorry but I do.... " * He look's into her eye's. * " Cyberfox if I ... If something happens and I don't come back one day.... Just keep moving forward. Don't go looking for revenge... I don't want you to... Become like him... I want to keep seeing the good in this world. "

* She puts her hand on his face gentle. * "It's not worth living in without you. "

* They both smile as the other's walk in. They pulls away from each other slowly. *

" Well if it isn't sub-zero the anger management problem. " * Sonya said stomping in the room. *

" You are one to talk girl. " * Jax said. *

" Who asked you. "

* Sub-zero sighed and looked at them all. They looked upset especially Sonya. * " Please forgive me I just wanted to get away from that place. I wanted to get Cyberfox as far away as possible. " * He bows. *

* They all keep quiet till Sonya says something. *

" I .. I understand I guess but you didn't have to be such a jerk about it. " * Crossed her arm's. * " How .... Is Cyberfox? " * She said concerned. *

" She will be fine it was not fatal but she did lose. Blood so she will need to rest. "

" You said that was your brother? " * Liu Kang said. *

* Sub-zero look's at Liu Kang. * " Yes I don't know what happened.. but he is not human anymore. And I want to stop him so.... Please take care of Cyberfox till I get back. "

" What Sub-zero No you are not going. " * Cyberfox hold his arm. * " Please don't go. " * She starts to cry. *

* Sub-zero holds her hand. * " All be back I promise. " * He kisses her gentle. Like she would brake. * " I love you. " * He walks away. *

" Please. "

* Nightwolf puts his hand on Cyberfoxes shoulder. * " Don't worry he will be back besides. I put a tracker on him just in case. " * He winks at Cyberfox. *

* She smiled. * " Thank you. "

" If something goes wrong we will know. And get there to help as soon as possible. "

* Sub-zero stands outside of the base. * " It's time to lay you to rest... Bi-han. "

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