#I'll just tag it as violence for the “for everyone” thing I'd rather not get blasted

[gabriel-grimm]

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part twenty-three

summary: you were back in the capitol, and you would be damned if you didn't try your hardest to make it worthwhile.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 5.1k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: yayyyy s3 is here!! this has SO much potential and there is so much i want to do with this from here but i believe this will be the last season!!

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

send me any and all of your thoughts! here!

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You had the train car all to yourselves. Few peacekeepers were allowed to leave in the wake of the murders, and for that you were thankful. You were able to let Tybalt out to explore the car, but he mostly stayed on your lap.

You felt guilty about taking him, you didn't even want to ask until your mother insisted, and Coryo wouldn't deny you bringing him. You thought about maybe taking him to a vet when you arrived. There were hardly any in Twelve, none of which made time for domestic animals that weren't livestock of some kind. You had to assume that in the Capitol that was a completely different story, so maybe this would be good for him.

It was dark by now, and Coryo was fast asleep on the bench next to you, head pressed to the window. You suspect he hadn't slept at all the night before.

"Sejanus." You whisper. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." He replies quietly, sitting across from you at the small table.

"Are you okay?" Your question is met with a few beats of silence.

"I was meant to go with them." He whispers. "I didn't want to go back there."

"The Capitol?" You ask. "Why not?"

"It's not my home." He answers simply. You can hardly see his face in the dark, but you can tell he's sad. Grieving the life he could have had.

"I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Sejanus?" You whisper, leaning forward to try and see him.

"Hm?"

"Was Lennox going too?"

"No." You can see the shadow of him shaking his head in the dark. "He was only going to bring some supplies for us out to the cabin at the lake and leave them for us to pick up on our way."

You breathe a quiet sigh of relief. He couldn't have left. You knew you couldn't bear it- and your parents would not cope well losing another child. You thought he wouldn't do that, but you weren't confident enough to say for certain. You'd much rather have a rebel for a brother than never see him again. Though, to you, helping friends was hardly an act of rebellion.

"What... what are you going to take?" You ask, hoping to change the topic. It was nice to have him talking again. "At the university, I mean."

"Medicine. I'd like to be a doctor, I think. I want to help people, maybe out in the Districts."

"Of course." You grin. "That's so like you. Your patients will be very lucky people."

"It'll never be enough." He shakes his head and you frown. "I can't help everyone. And everyone outside the Capitol needs it so bad. Did you know my father is the head of munitions in District Two? I'll never be able to make up for the pain my name has caused. Never."

"Well..." You look down at the cat curled up next to you. "You saved Tybs. I can't even tell you how much that means to me. Everything you do will mean so much to people. Even if it's just one person, I think that is more than enough. To try is more than enough."

You see the ghost of a smile twitch on his lips. "Thanks, Y/N. You're gonna do good things, too."

"How unhappy is he who cannot forgive himself."

Sejanus sighs. "Extremely."

A few hours later, it was your turn to sleep. At least, to try. It was hard to get comfortable, curled up on one of the benches with a bag of your clothes as a pillow and Tybalt insisting on sleeping on top of you.

You were just drifting off, you could hardly keep your eyes open, when quickly a nightmare jolts you awake. Bang! The sound of a gunshot- in your dream state you know it's the bullet that found a home in Cole Harlem. The next 'bang' was the sound of your head hitting the table next to you when you shoot back up, unintentionally scaring your cat off of your side.

You hiss, placing a hand on the side of your head and rubbing it through the pain. "Ow..."

"Y/N? Are you okay?" You hear Coryo ask quietly, followed by footsteps across the centre aisle of the train car.

"Mhm." You hum, trying to squint to see him in the poor lighting. It must be almost morning- there's a blue wash beginning to paint over everything onboard, including his form as he's crouched down next to you.

"Let me see..." He says softly, hands already lifted ready to touch you. To see if he can help.

You move a little closer, dropping your hand so he can gently cradle your face in his larger ones, using a finger to turn your head to the side as he examines the bump on your temple.

It's impossible for him to see in this lighting, but if there was blood he would be able to tell. "Just a bump." He whispers. "You'll be alright."

You just nod slightly under his grip, eyes searching for his in the dark. Neither of you want to move. Being this close to you, having you come home with him is a gift he wouldn't dare miss by blinking too slowly or letting his hold on you drift.

"Nightmare?" He asks quietly and you just nod again. Without a word, you're moving back on the bench to the window and he is sliding into the spot next to you. "Do you think you'll be able to get back to sleep?"

"No." You answer softly, giving a slight shake of your head.

"Can I ask what it was about?" He asks. "Tigris always told me talking about it helps."

You chew your lip, looking away from him and down at the empty table. "Cole."

Coryo tenses next to you, his jaw clicking from the small movement. "I... I am sorry." He doesn't know what to say besides that- and he feels like telling you that dirtbag deserved it would do little to help the situation.

"Can I tell you a secret?" You whisper, voice mostly steady.

He nods, watching you expectantly. You take a deep breath. "I'm glad he's dead."

You must be a changed woman. It was hardly like you to say something like that- let alone feel it, but keeping it in would just keep you up at night. Coryo wouldn't hate you for it, you're sure.

He looks at you, head tilted while he confirms with himself that you did, in fact, just say the words he heard. You were the most gentle soul in Panem, he was sure, so what on earth could he have done to you to make you say something like that? Now he was more sure than ever that he did deserve it. "What did he do to you?" His gaze softens as it finds yours, and you slightly shake your head.

"It's... kind of a long story." You whisper.

"I have all the time in the world for you."

He sees the ghost of a smile tug at your lips, and you look down at your lap to process your thoughts. "He just... doesn't, didn't know how to take no for an answer." You try to explain it briefly, but the way Coryo's eyes widen makes you backtrack. "I mean, no. I'm sorry. He didn't hurt me. Well, he did, but not in the way that that sounded like." You take a deep breath. "He asked me if I would like to go on a date with him, and I said no, thank you, because I knew him and I knew he had a temper and I didn't think we would work. So, he would wait outside my school and follow me home everyday. He kept asking, I kept saying no, but he didn't listen. It only made him more mad."

It was a rare occasion that you felt so numb talking about someone who had died. "Then, about three months before the games, I guess he couldn't take the rejection anymore and he dragged me away and... I don't know how to describe it... beat me up. I suppose." You laugh dryly, only noticeable to Coryo because he was watching. "Lennox found us, really got into it with him and then had to literally carry me home with his own black eye and bleeding nose."

He nods slightly in understanding, holding himself together from throwing a fist through the window. He was right. That piece of human garbage did deserve it. Now he had every right to be glad he was dead, and so do you. It makes sense to him now, of course you'd only be pleased with a murder if it was someone who had hurt your brother- the fact that he had hurt you the way he did had nothing to do with it.

"You have every right to be happy." He tells you. "Shit, to be honest now I'm wishing I shot him myself."

"Coryo..." You sigh, frowning at him.

"Too far?" He laughs, and you can't help but join him.

"Yes!"

"'Kay, sorry, love. I'll keep it to myself." He raises his hands defensively, cocking his head to the side.

You're quiet for a moment. It's torturous for you both. "He's the reason I went in after you." Your voice is lowered now, noticeably. "He said that I had to go out on that date with him after you left, otherwise I shouldn't be shocked if my Pa ends up executed for treason."

Coryo swallows, staring at you in absolute shock. It just kept getting worse.

"I was terrified, I didn't know what to do, I couldn't be alone anymore. You would have left the next morning and I would have been with him. And I knew he wouldn't have let me talk to you ever again, and I was so scared you would hate me and you'd never know that I didn't have a choice."

"I could never hate you." He says, taking the calculated risk of reaching out to touch your hair, rolling the ends of the soft strands between his fingers. "It'd break my heart, but I wouldn't hate you."

"That's almost worse." You laugh quietly, eyes locked on his hand at your side.

"I'm glad you're coming with us. I don't know how I could live without you." He glances down at your lips, only a shadow in the dark as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Morning without you is a dwindled dawn." You agree, and that's all he can handle before he has to kiss you again.

He's so gentle when he holds your jaw in his hand and presses his lips to yours that you aren't sure if there really was a static shock that accompanied it or if that was just your body reacting to his skin on your own.

"I love you, Y/N/N." You almost swallow his words, smiling against his lips. "You know that, right?"

"I love you too, Coryo."

You tried to get as much sleep as possible over the two day ride, waking when the sun rises and you could feel the heat on your skin. You could see the tall buildings that made up the city in the distance.

People say that a ride back always feels faster, because you're familiar with the path; that your mind chooses to forget the uneventful sections. You believe it. The ride home had felt like it took an eternity, but this time it felt too fast. You were nervous; scared, more than excited. Even though this is supposed to be a good thing.

If Coryo had just asked if you would like to go with him, what would you have said? No matter how many hours you put into the question, you really don't know. Not until Cole threatened your family, anyways. You would have had to turn him down, then. Regardless, you were never given the privilege of a choice.

This isn't about him. You have to remind yourself. This is about saving your family, in more ways than one.

Maybe it really was a good thing that Cole was shot. You curse yourself for even thinking such a thing, but with him alive the only possible outcome was him having your father killed. You could only be the perfect girlfriend for so long- you knew him, one mistake from you and he would make true on his word. Then you would have to marry him in order to have another income. Your winnings from the games would only take you so far on your own.

You're not sure if it's the swaying of the train that's really making you sick.

You would get your answer an hour later when your train crossed the bridge over the river, and the Capitol was in full, glorious view.

You could physically feel the blood draining from your face as you stare out the window, unable to look away. You looked like a deer in headlights.

"Y/N/N?" Coryo hums, placing a hand on your leg. "You okay?"

You nod slightly, but you're hardly processing what's happening around you.

He frowns, leaning forward to be able to get a closer look at your face. You look like you're about to vomit or faint or both. "Look." He smiles, patting your leg and pointing out the window. "That tall building there, you see it?" You nod slowly, watching where he's pointing. "Up on the top floor there's a restaurant with big floor to ceiling windows that overlook the river and the mountains. It's beautiful." He's never been there, but he's heard it's incredible.

"And over there, that smaller, longer building is a mall." He tells you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and sliding closer as you continue to follow his hand. "On the outside there's this ice cream shop that makes the most amazing flavours. Literally anything you can imagine." He chuckles slightly. "I'll take you there."

You smile slightly, and the colour begins to return to your face with a slight rosiness in your cheeks.

"After the tunnel we'll pass the university." He grins. "It's a really nice campus, you'll love it there. They have a massive library."

You close your eyes as the train plunges into the darkness of the tunnel, nodding slightly.

"What would you like to do? We can go anywhere."

"I... today I'd just like to go home." You answer quietly.

"Of course, love. But another day, sometime in the future."

You think for a moment. "Is there a vet here?" You ask and he nods.

"I'd like to take Tybs to get looked at. He's not sick, or anything... but he's never been to the vet before so I'd just like to make sure he's in good health." You explain.

"Yeah, we can definitely do that." Coryo agrees. "And there's this bookstore that's three stories tall, you'll love it." He adds.

"Can I meet your cousin?"

"Yes, love. Of course. She'll live with us, you'll be the best of friends." Coryo explains, squeezing your shoulder. He hadn't yet considered you meeting his family, he didn't even have the chance to tell them you were coming. It would be fine, he knew that. They had the room and the funds to support another person now, that wasn't even a question. Tigris had been dying to meet you, wanting to know every detail about you before the games and especially in his phone calls home while he was in Twelve.

He realized suddenly that maybe he should be worried about his Grandma'am. He knew she had a prejudice against people in the Districts, she had voiced as much during his mentorship. She had even influenced a similar attitude in him his whole life- but you were different. You weren't like them, and she would have to learn that, but that didn't make him any less nervous about what she might say to you until then.

"I'm excited." You tell him, forcing yourself to only think about the good things to come.

Your hands are shaking as you pull into the station. You can already see it's a different one than you were pulled from last time, the first place you met Coryo. You grab your bags, holding the one containing Tybalt close to your chest as the door opens and you walk out. He wasn't too fond of getting back inside after having the freedom of roaming the train car, but you were grateful he was not a very temperamental cat.

Mostly, the station was deserted. There were a few peacekeepers here and there, but you still felt as though all eyes were on you.

You didn't notice when your friends were greeted by their waiting family members, still looking around and processing your surroundings.

"Y/N/N?" Coryo's voice brings you back to reality, and you realize you hadn't taken a single step away from the train yet. "Come here."

You smile as you walk over, eyeing who you assume to be his cousin.

"Hello, there." You grin, giving a slight wave but still holding tightly onto your cat.

"Y/N." Tigris smiles, her blonde hair draped over her shoulders in meticulously styled curls. "It's so amazing to meet you! I'm Tigris, Coryo's cousin."

"Yes, you as well." You nod, trying to mask your nervousness with a smile. "How are you?"

"I'm amazing, I am just so pleased you're here. What a great surprise!" She claps, and you take in her outfit. You've never seen such fine materials, outside maybe the silk scarf Coryo gave you that is now tucked in the old suitcase sitting next to his feet. You wonder if she made the clothes she was wearing, remembering he said she was a designer.

"Coryo has told me so much about you. I've been excited to meet you."

"I really wanted to come see you before the games but I couldn't get away from work, I'm so sorry this is the first time we're meeting." She says and you swallow, nodding slightly in response. "Will you be staying with us?"

"If... if that's okay." You say, looking to Coryo who nods.

"Of course that's okay." He answers on her behalf, but she nods in agreement.

"Yes, you're always welcome. We're so happy to have you."

"Thank you." You breathe a silent sigh of relief.

"We should get going, yeah?" Tigris says and you nod, adjusting your hold on the bag in your arms.

They start to walk, already talking about all the excitement of the trip when you get a tap on your shoulder. You jump slightly, turning and pulling your bag closer to your chest.

"Sorry, dear. I didn't mean to startle you." The woman smiling sadly at you must be Sejanus's Ma. He's standing with her, so it was the only assumption you could make.

"It's okay." You reply quietly, smiling at her politely.

"Y/N, this is my Ma." Sejanus introduces you, confirming your suspicions.

"Nice to meet you." You smile, and she brings her hands up to place on your shoulders, gently rubbing them.

"It's so good to meet you, dear." You feel so greatly comforted by her already. "Sejanus told me you would be staying for a while."

"Yes, ma'am."

"You call me Ma." She quickly corrects you, and you match her smile. You could cry- the burning behind your eyes is telling you that you just might. "We know damn well how hard this transition is, so if you need anything at all at any time, you call us. Okay? We'll help you however we can. With anything."

You smile at them, tears filling your eyes. "Thank you." You sniff, and she pulls you into a hug.

Graciously, and awkwardly with Tybalt still between you, you accept. You never want her to let go.

"Of course, dear. You'll always have a home away from home with us if you need it."

"I can no other answer make, but thanks, and thanks." You say, tears flowing now. You never seem to stop crying- but for the first time in a long time, it was from real happiness.

"Twelfth Night." Ma says as she pulls away, still holding your arms.

You laugh slightly, biting into your bottom lip and nodding. "Yes! You've read it?"

"I brushed up after Coriolanus came around asking for Romeo and Juliet." Ma shrugs, letting you go and letting Sejanus give you a hug as well.

"Coryo has our number. Call anytime, I mean it." He tells you and you nod against his shoulder. "But I'll see you soon, okay? We'll hangout all the time."

"All the time." You agree as he lets you go. "I don't want to keep them waiting, so..."

"Yes, of course. It was so good to meet you." Ma smiles.

"You as well, Ma. I'll see you soon I am certain." You wave goodbye and catch up to Coryo and Tigris, who stopped just a little ways away to wait for you. "Sorry..."

Tigris wipes the worried expression off her face. Coryo probably just had to explain why you were there. "Don't worry about it! Ready to go?"

"Yes." You grin, quickly wiping your eyes. "Lead the way."

There are so many things that you hadn't considered on the train ride. Such as, where was the nearest post office? Or how is Tybs going to handle being indoors constantly? You'll have to get him a litter box- you've never had one before since he was mostly an outdoor cat, and would he need toys now that there probably wouldn't be mice or birds for him to hunt?

Also, there was the immediately obvious fact that the stares you were getting were endless. People even stopped you asking for pictures on the way back- Coryo had to tell them no. Several times. It wasn't any longer than a twenty minute walk.

Everyone seemed so excited to see you, to talk to you. Or, talk at you, rather. It was uncomfortable, but it was so different than what you were used to at home. Especially after the games, people tended to literally cross the street to avoid talking to you. Here, it was the opposite. You were some kind of celebrity. You knew Capitol people liked the games, but you didn't know it was like this. You tried to be polite, but being celebrated for something so awful is hard to swallow. You almost preferred the shame that came with being avoided.

"Is it normally like that?" You ask quietly as you walk into the lobby of a tall building, the floors and pillars lined with white marble. You had never seen anything like it.

"I'm not sure." Coryo answers honestly. "You are the first Victor to ever come back, but like I said, people loved you. Thousands of people watched just for you. That's why I won the Plinth Prize- you boosted the viewership beyond what's ever been seen before."

"Oh." You answer simply, following them into a set of silver sliding doors in the wall.

"When we get up I'll make you something to eat, you guys must be starving." Tigris says as the mechanical doors slide shut again, and you tilt your head.

"Uhm... I-" Your question is halted by a steady shake of the small room you're in, and it feels like you're moving.

Coryo looks over at you and your wide eyes, furrowing his brow. "What's wrong?"

"Are we moving?" You ask, looking around. You're surrounded by mirrors, only seeing endless reflections of the three of you.

Tigris covers her mouth to hide her smile, and Coryo laughs. "Yes, love." The two of them look at each other briefly. "This is an elevator, in a second the doors will open and we'll be at our apartment."

"Oh, wow." You laugh slightly, in a small amount of shock.

"I didn't even think that you might not know what it is, I'm sorry." Coryo chuckles, gently rubbing circles onto your back as the doors slide open again and just like he told you, you were somewhere new.

"That's okay, I just have a lot to learn apparently." You giggle, shaking your head as you step out of the so-called "elevator". You look back inside it as the doors slide shut. "So, how does it work?"

"Honestly, I am not entirely sure of the mechanics of it but there's a motor up top, and when you press that button it lifts to you and then lowers to where you want to go." He explains as Tigris pulls out her key to unlock the door. "It didn't work for over ten years, so it's kind of new to me too."

He's trying to make you feel less embarrassed, and that makes you smile at him. "I see. That's neat."

"It is, isn't it?" Coryo grins. He was in absolute awe of you everyday, but now that he's realized that there are so many things you don't know, even as the smartest person he's ever met, and that he wants to show you absolutely everything. Had you even tried ice cream before? What else would be new to you? There were certainly no cars besides peacekeeper trucks in Twelve, not that he had seen anyways, so it must have been jarring for you to see civilian vehicles on the walk back. He should have asked.

As adorable that it was that there were things you had never seen before, it almost worried him in a way he hadn't considered before. You would need him around a lot- not that he minded one bit. He had liked that about the games, he knew where you were while you were caged up at the zoo and he could leave and come back with the comfort of knowing you would be there waiting for him.

His thoughts are interrupted when Tigris gets the door open, shouting for their grandma'am. He takes a deep breath, smiling as he holds the door for you. It is good to be home.

"We have company!" Tigris calls out as you walk in, and you look around focussed on keeping your mouth shut as not to physically gawk at their home. Their apartment was beautiful, with a somewhat open concept and halls that spun off in all directions from the main foyer.

"Oh, lovely! We haven't had company in ages. You should get the tea on, dear." You hear his grandmothers voice before you see her, sparing a glance at Coryo. If he's nervous, he doesn't look it.

She looks like the sweetest old lady, her white hair matching the shade of her silk robe and slippers. "Oh, Coryo!" She smiles, heading straight to him and giving him a hug. "How we have missed you..."

"I missed you too, grandma'am." He sighs, gentle as he hugs her back. When he lets her go, it seems like she has noticed you for the first time.

The excited smile on her face fades instantaneously as she looks you up and down. "Who's this?"

"This is Y/N. You remember I told you about her, right?"

"I do." She nods, a sour look on her face as she stares at you.

"Hello, you must be Coriolanus's grandmother, it is so lovely to finally meet you." You smile, readjusting your bag so you can hold it in one arm in order to extend your hand to her to shake. She doesn't take it. "You have a beautiful home, Mrs. Snow." You continue when she doesn't answer you, holding your smile and trying not to seem terrified. It was like the lead-up to the games all over again.

"What's in her bag?" She asks Coryo when she sees it move, ignoring you altogether as you awkwardly drop your hand.

"That's Tybalt, her cat. He's the softest thing, you'll love him." He smiles, an apologetic look in his eyes as he glances over at you. This is exactly what he was afraid of.

"A cat?" His grandmother gasps, taking a step back with a hand to her chest. For a moment, you were scared she was about to have a heart attack.

"Grandma'am, you love cats!" Tigris says, stepping back in from the kitchen with a kettle in hand. "Y/N, come join us in the sitting room. I'm just getting some snacks together."

"Not feral ones!" She replies, appalled.

"Oh, he's not feral, Ma'am." You assure her. "Unless you're a mouse or a bird, he's the gentlest animal alive."

"Coriolanus Snow how dare you bring these... these strays into our home!" Now she's talking like you aren't even there, and you can't help but laugh nervously.

You look away, anywhere but at either of them. Maybe you would be calling Sejanus and his Ma for somewhere to stay by the end of the afternoon.

"They aren't strays." He defends you quickly, frowning. Okay, this was what he was afraid of.

"Here, come sit, Y/N." Tigris says quietly, placing the kettle back down and guiding you out of the room with hands on your shoulders. "I am so, so sorry." She whispers as you walk away.

"It's quite alright." You insist. "She didn't know I was coming, it was all so short notice. I completely understand." She didn't even know you were staying yet.

The sound of Coryo talking down his grandmother faded into muffled sounds as Tigris closes the door to what looks to be a bedroom. "No, no it's not right." Tigris frowns, shaking her head. "I don't want to make excuses for her but the war and the dark days were so hard on her, a lot of the blame was placed on the people from the Districts. She lost both her children and she never really came back from that."

"No, I do understand." You smile sadly. "I'm so sorry you and your family went through that. It must have been so difficult."

"The war was awful for everyone." Tigris shakes her head. "Please, don't apologize to us. No one came out of that unharmed."

"Do you mind if I let Tybalt out?" You ask, eager to change the subject.

"Please." Tigris grins, clearly just as relieved that you weren't horribly offended by their grandmothers behaviour. "I'm excited to meet him."

You smile, crouching down and opening up the carrier for him to hop out. He does so promptly, taking advantage of the opportunity.

"He's so cute!" Tigris squeaks, crouching down to pet him. He was a little jarred at first by new surroundings, but he quickly accepted them when she began petting him. "It'll be so nice to have a fluffy friend here."

"Thank you for being okay with me bringing him." You smile, taking the time to look around the room yourself. Everything looked hardly touched, all sparkly and new with corner windows lighting up the space beautifully.

"Our home is your home." She smiles, standing up again and Tybalt is quick to run over to you, rubbing up against your legs. "That applies to both of you. Grandma'am will come around."

"Thank you." You smile. "The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience."

When she smiles, you can see outside of the blonde hair how her and Coryo are related. "You truly are something else."

"Oh, I hope that's a good thing..." You laugh.

"Yes, absolutely." She laughs. "I'll go get that tea going again and get the guest room all set up for you. The bathroom is right across the hall if you need it, and Coryo will come get you when grandma'am has relaxed a bit."

"Thank you." You say again, watching your cat hop up onto the desk against the back wall.

She gives you a quick hug. "Welcome home." She says softly, shutting the door behind her as she leaves.

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01: i will not interact with minors, regardless of what the roleplay or plotting will contain. this account will likely contain nsfw topics, so i'd also rather minors not interact with this blog and it's posts either, please!

02: never in my life have i played league of legends, nor do i know anything about it except the research i've put into learning about noxus. i was very into evelynn and k/d/a some time ago, but thats about as far as my knowledge goes outside of arcane. until ambessa's novel is released (feb 18th 2025!!!) everything on this account will be heavily headcanon based, of course with influences from the show + my research.

03: ambessa is!! not a good woman. there are moments (although few and far between) where a more human side of her is seen - though this applies almost exclusively to mel. she is a cold, ruthless, merciless warlord who cares only for herself, her loved ones, and the expansion of noxus and it's territories through conquest. she slaughters without mercy, she is cunning, she is manipulative, she is awful. that being said i (obviously) do not agree nor condone what she does - but i find her to be an incredibly interesting and complex character who i very much enjoy diving into and picking apart.

04: this account is selective in who it interacts with. i'm a pretty anxious person so too much at once will likely quash any interest or motivation i have, unfortunately. when i get more used to tumblr this is subject to change as i meet more people and get more comfortable though!

05: your comfort comes first! if you need to block or unfollow this blog then please do so! regardless of whether we have plots or not. i understand the heavy topics may not be for everyone, and no offence will be taken should you do any of the above. just be sure to either hardblock or let me know you're unfollowing so i don't follow back.

topics that will be included on this blog: expansionist empires, dictatorship, heavy violence, gore, pride, martial law, sexual content, manipulation, conquest, indulgence, revenge, and more.

about the mun: carcass, it/its, femme lesbian, 22, rping for 8+ years.

[kataraseye]

Writing contest: Stars in your mind

Hello!

(The application is at the bottom)

So I've decided to make a small writing contest, where you'll have to complete an application (ofc everyone is welcomed). I'm not sure yet of the prize, so if you have any suggestions, leave them down bellow.

Basically, this is a contest where you can let your creativity flow and have fun, there is no pressure. There is no commitment, if you just one to use the themes, you're more than welcomed.

There will be 5 themes and you can participate in at least 3 of them to win the contest (if you participate in all of them, even if you don't win, you’ll get a bonus prize).

You can join anytime you want, the contest will last until June. For example, if you want to participate in May, you will complete the application then and if you do 3 of the 5 themes, you can still win.

If anybody wants to be a judge with me, you can text me in private or in the comments. BUT, we won't give much negative feedback nor will we stress out the participants because the whole point of this writing contest is to help people get out of their writers' block and/or have fun.

You don't have to write only romance!!!

Romance is just one of my preferences, but any genre is welcomed.

You can participate in the contest with:

your own OCs (own characters)

it can be OC × any character from a show

Characters from any animated show (animes or cartoons)

I'd rather have you all chose between these shows, to make the grading objective:

ATLA

Avatar Korra

SHERA

Fullmetal Alchemist

Monster

Naruto

Demon slayer

Attack on Titan

But you can choose from any show you want.

Other things:

(be aware of the trigger warning that will be at the end)

You can add explicit content in your fiction

You can add gore elements or violence of any way

If you have any questions, you can text me anytime

There will be a time limit, but if you're late, it's OK, you'll get 5 points off. If you're on time all of the contest, you'll get another special prize.

English is not my first language, so I will not take off points for grammatical mistakes or stuff like that.

Post it on AO3 or Wattpad with the title of the book: The Writing Contest: Stars in your mind. Each chapter should be a theme. For example, instead of chapter one, you will name it the theme name: (then you can add anything you want for a title) .

Tw:

NO!!!: pedophilia, SA, CSA, anorexia, bulimia, incest or zoophilia

Prizes:

(I'll only do one of the options):

1st place

I'll read and promote all of your books. I'll also leave a comment on all of them.

In case you have only one book and you think it's unfair, but you plan on writing more, you can always @ me and I'll read it and give you comments related to the content of your book.

If you don't plan on publishing any books, I'll give you reviews and comments + repost any 8 pieces of writing you'll make (outside of the contest, of course).

2nd place

I'll do the same, but for half of your books

or if you only have one, for the next two books you'll write, I'll comment on them, just @ me.

And for the third option, I'll give you reviews and comments + I'll repost any 4 pieces of writing you’ll make (outside of the contest, of course).

3rd place

I'll read one of your books (you can choose which one) and I'll give you a comment on your website of choice. I'll promote it on my Tumblr account.

If you don't have any published books, I'll give you reviews and comments + I'll repost any 2 pieces of writing you’ll make (outside of the contest, of course).

Bonus prizes:

Thank you

@fragrant-stars and @coconutsaiyan for your reply to the original post💕

The application:

Please repost and tag people 🙏

[the-starry-seas]

yeah i'm watching the borderlands movie, liveblogging-style commentary below

spoiler-free tldr: dedication to aesthetics and easter eggs. a handful of funny lines. about half of them didn't land at all. the lack of blood is rather unforgivable. would've been a 6.5/10 if that exact script was for different brand-new characters. as it is, 3/10 due to the character assassination

no reason for tiny tina to not be blowing the shit out of random things what is this girl doing ??????????????? character assassination

roland kinda gives me bl1 vibes but i'm still not even vaguely sold on hart's casting

probably the only psycho to not be screaming about meat bicycles 0/10 also that jumpsuit just looks... cheap. love the mask though.

wym knox

is that supposed to be a skag?

MARCUS WOOOOOO honestly this guy nailed it good job. though the ponytail... i'm confused. did i just never notice marcus had long hair? (one google later: yeah i'm unobservant as shit)

i don't recall anywhere but the literal actual dump in bl1 looking anything like this. krom is an interesting namedrop though

oh fuck yeah i love seeing robot POV- oh shit they're canonising lilith's last name being cashlin?

oh shit i know that bunty board mission look!!!! nice tbh

this voiceover is. not working for me however.

okay i love everything about claptrap, this is the obnoxious twerp that i know and... tolerate. yeah, let's go with tolerate. "even completely unjustified ones like yours" HAH

yeah lilith i feel that violence/expression combo

i cannot at all understand how the echonot is... a bot-only thing? but then again there's no other reason to have him tag along

OH SHIT I KNOW THOSE CROSSHAIRS

ah those fucking rakk

bunny! i know that bunny! got a booty like POW

LMAO good going tina finally she bears some resemblance to canon

zero reason for lilith to not teleport here but i guess they're saving the siren reveal? for some reason?

"LIKEABITCH" "MY BIG BRUDDAAAA" i kinda like it tbh. she was never going to be tina in a pg-13 movie but this is near-ish enough that i'm not upset

where's krieg during all of this exactly? ah there we go

wilhelm scream!

cgi on teh creature is looking a little shaky

claptrap's dedication to annoyingly singing everything, yeah, it tracks

okay so characterisation is... y'all've heard everyone bitching since the first trailer, right? but tina and krieg BFFs are growing on me and i'd read the fanfic

i'm not over krieg having hair sorry i even googled to make sure he didn't in bl2

SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE

could they not have worn normal masks instead of whatever these glowy cyberpunk things are?

"kriegy give me a ride!" oh they're cute

w. what is moxxi's accent? also why does lilith have mommy issues suddenly

temu tannis. honestly i think the casting for her isn't horrible, and the characterisation isn't as bad as some other characters, but it's still not what i'd expect

i'm not buying eridian clone. do we not remember what eridians look like.

this is supposed to be sanctuary???? geez they had so many other visual things nailed, i don't. get that. arguably one of the most iconic places in the series, idk how it's That

oh shit, caustic caverns?

yeah tina and krieg are everything to me

"hope blooms in the strangest places" coming from tina is the worst, it's a perfectly fine line but from TINA? would've been fine from lilith

i am not buying that knife-throwing action, would it have been so hard to find a stunt guy who knew how to do that already?

an ambush by dozens of enemies sure would be a nice time for some siren powers but tbf that is some pretty smooth gunwork

krieg dragging claptrap up the staircae and hitting every stair along the way LMAO

would it have killed them to have ANY lighting in that hallway

no way on earth did tina just snap a guy's neck

IT'S TIME TO BLEEEED HAHAHA yeah i'll give em that one, nice

at this point i'm wondering if lilith is human. with the characterisation in this movie it would not surprise me if tina was a siren instead. and siren tina could be cool! but c'mon. ah so tina teleported them. yep.

firehawk is what? i mean i don't mind it. but. canon, y'all. then again tina is phasewalking so

oh no way did roland survive that

that certainly is a scene that happened

was this one of the workers' villages that got abandoned when the corporations pulled out? bandits attacked and she got orphaned, sent offworld, and fell in with a violent crowd? that's actually a decent backstory tbh, it's just. not lilith's backstory.

i swear this hole place looks familiar i just can't place which map it's from

oh that miniboss-looking dude has a baller design

OH IT'S THE SYRINGE NOISE WOO

that was dumb as hell, killing knox like that

OH FINALLY SIREN POWERS and looks like rewriting the elevator bit yeah it was phasewalking after all

"you have my word" oh yeah that's valuable

"i have to open it" you could just. teleport them out. like you teleported in. could you not. or just kill atlas.

okay the vault arch building does look pretty neat

FIREHAWK WINGS YES

whatever cgi they're doing with floating lilith... i don't like that.

Do Not Hurt The Tina

Do Not Hurt The Krieg

okay the firehawk shield effects are pretty cool

NOBODY KILLS ME BUT ME YEAH

i will always support kids being able to beat up their abusive parents

ooh hentai

ELLIE AND SCOOTER ELLIE AND SCOOTER ELLIE AND SCOOTER ELLIE AND SCOOTER

i still don't get these shantytown vibes for sanctuary but i do love me some fireworks

glorious meat fiesta

"come onnn do the thing" i love when characters say that and the other character is all naaah but then gives in almost immediately cause they love the person asking

FIREHAWK IN THE SKY ALERT DEEPLY FUCKING COOL

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @kaylinalexanderbooks!

OC Interview

I'll answer for Avymere, since I don't think I've really introduced them properly

.

1. Are you named after anyone?

"I'm the fifth Avymere of the Spearsong family. The first Avymere actually ruled Skysheer as regent briefly and was given the city of Salis as a reward when the Silverwind monarch they ruled for grew up. It's a name with much history attached."

2. When was the last time you cried?

"A few months ago, I was sparring with some of my guards and got kicked in a rather... sensitive area. I held it together until they left, but once I was alone, by the gods, I was on the floor."

3. Do you have kids?

"No, but I suppose I will someday. My father will rule for at least another hundred years, so I have until then to find a partner and produce an heir. By that time, I'll hopefully be a little more eager."

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

"I can't help it in front of the court sometimes, but I think it comes off as too subtle and they usually just assume I'm actually dumb. That's beneficial though, as it helps my disguise. My father always laughs, at least."

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

"I notice how they're dangerous. A few tell-tale burns let me know that someone is a rune smith. A certain twitch of the hands reads as sorcerer. Fighters are easy - they always stand a certain way when pressed. Even socially dangerous people have their tells."

6. What's your eye colour?

"A pale gray. I wear glasses as well - everyone in my family is terribly nearsighted."

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

"In front of the court, I'd certainly say happy endings, but I don't know, I sort of enjoy the catharsis of fictional terror."

8. Any special talents?

"Other than my fighting skills? I play the piano very well, though I'm a little out of practice. I had more time to play when I was younger."

9. Where were you born?

"In my family's palace, one hundred and thirty three years ago."

10. Do you have any pets?

"My father keeps falcons and sometimes I'll pick one to train, but it's hard to get attached when they die so quickly. I've heard parrots live almost as long as humans, however, it would be cruel to keep a tropical bird so far north. I don't have time for a pet anyhow."

11. What sort of sports do you play?

"I'm an adherent of Talmel Valkys. It's one of the oldest forms of elven martial arts, having been invented back before Nabafyr and Skysheer were even proper nations. While Nabafyr developed many styles of open hand fighting later on, my people frown on physical violence, so Talmel Valkys is one of the only styles to have survived to the modern day here. I've always wanted to travel to Nabafyr and learn some of their styles, through I doubt they'd want a Skysheerian poking around their martial arts, especially when the most renowned styles are passed down family lines exclusively. Oh my, I've been talking for a while, haven't I? My apologies."

12. How tall are you?

"5'8". That's tall for an elf, though I'm only of a middling height when surrounded by humans."

13. What was your favorite subject in school?

"History, of course. It's the story of our world, more incredible and convoluted than any fiction. Every lord must study the victories and mistakes of those who came before them if they want to rule well."

14. What is your dream job?

"Ruling Salis after my father steps down is my sworn duty. It's my purpose as a child of the Spearsong line. ...If I'm being honest though, I've always envied the people who are free to travel. Maybe, in another life, I would've been happy to see the world as a caravan guard. However, this is not another life, so I will wear the mantle I was born to and rule Salis with all the fairness and grace I can manage."

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I'll tag @rkmoon @amandacanwrite @apolline-lucy @televisionjester and anyone else who wants in :)

Blanks under the cut

1. Are you named after anyone?

2. When was the last time you cried?

3. Do you have kids?

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

6. What's your eye colour?

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

8. Any special talents?

9. Where were you born?

10. Do you have any pets?

11. What sort of sports do you play?

12. How tall are you?

13. What was your favorite subject in school?

14. What is your dream job?

[the-black-bulls]

for violence ask game hehe:

1, 7, 10, 17, 18, 20, 21

good luck :p

choose violence ask game

oooh thanks!

1. the character everyone gets wrong:

william is a can of worms I'd rather not open, but it's crazy how many people out there who believe he did nothing wrong or did enough to be forgiven.

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

I'll never hate finral roulacase because he's an enjoyable and great character in the source material but oh god he's everywhere in the fandom I've grown tedious of most fanon content that revolves around him, his brother, or most ships and dynamics he's given... moreover, the collective favorited woobified glorified overcomplicated type of fandom treatment on characters always put me the hell off them, and I've seen enough of this with fanon finral to filter out his tags in most platforms

10. worst part of fanon:

I just don't care about self shipping or oc shipping, sorry.

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art:

we definitly need more black bulls content that focuses on unusual and refreshing dynamics within the squad, especially if it's given to not very popular members, and the less gen-rated and ship-centric they are the better!!

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

CHARMY! my girl is an absulate icon with so many things going on with her and yet even random minor mfs are given more attention over her in this fandom?! where's the charmy discussions? where's the charmy harem? where's the charmy conspiracy theories? where's the charmy SIMPS? mister tabata did not give her two attributes, a fairy tale theme, a demonic wolf, an intriguingly mysterious past yet to be revealed, and a whole corner dedicated to simp for her only for yall to give her the short end of the stick!

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring:

I fear I'm just so damn tired of seeing the black bulls shout from the background or plot armor their way into safety without given much attention individually. they've been sidelined a lot and it sucks to see them lose their appeal.

21. part of canon you think is overhyped:

paladins, I think. I much prefer devils over them as miniboses.

[nightlylaments]

Tag Games

Thank you, @ls-daydreams, for tagging me in these three games.

soft tagging: @mariahwritesstuff, @saintedseraph, @mjjune, @marlenadutch.

All of these excerpts will be from my wip She Who Owns Tragedy. My account is new, so this is the first time I am sharing some of my writing, and I am excited for some feedback.

My words: bloom, sweet, fade, escape, white

Your words: hate, control, silence, star, despair

Game 1 - find the word game

bloom

I grew up in violence, blooming like a bruised flower. For a long stretch of time, violence was all I knew. And pain, and grief, and hatred. And now he is back after everything, after breaking every promise he ever made me. I do not want to hurt anymore, I can't, not by his hands. I'd rather die.

sweet

I step closer and tilt her head backward, dragging my thumb gently across her golden cheek, she doesn't pull away from me, but I feel her tense. I can see the fear in her eyes, “ Nezi’a, my sweet soul destroyer,” I smile, my sharp canines pointing just barely from behind my lips, “There hasn't been another like you in centuries, yet here you are in front of me a delicate broken thing.” I laugh loud and rich at the irony of it all. “Yes, little mate, you are an enigma indeed.”

She bats my arms away, and I let them drop to my sides.

“I am no soul detsoyer I am not who you seek, cant you see that?” she pleads her sharp gaze aimed straight at me, “ I am nothing, I have always been nothing.”

I lean back, watching as tears stream down her face, “ You are many things, my sweet girl. You are my mate, you are a sister and a daughter and a niece, you are a Kimena, and you are (word I need to make up). You have never been nothing.”

fade

I pushed myself away from the wall and entered her cell, my hands going to her face. My fingers traced her delicate features and slowly came to rest on her plump pink lips. Our tether is not strong, but I feel its thin connection when I am close to her. I stared at her lips for a long time and let myself indulge in the thought of what it would be like to press my lips to hers and let the world fade away. If circumstances were different, if we had met each other in a different lifetime. When my mind was less hectic, and I could be right for her, and before the world ruined her, but now she is just a pawn in my game, and I cannot get too close. I cannot love her.

escape

I took a few deep breaths before settling myself onto my knees. I needed to calm down and think, but the more I thought, the more my heart broke. She had really chosen this life for me after I made it clear I didn't want it. I had always known she hated me, but this confirmed it. I let a sob escape me. Maybe I could warn Mazu and Nox, and they cloud leave. I’d take my own life and leave Aunt Zehra to deal with Sadad alone.

But can you die? A voice whispered as I tried to block it out. Can a heart stop if it doesn’t exist? Maybe I wouldn’t die but be stuck running from him forever. Growing older and older as the world crumbled around me.

white

Blood was pooling around us, wetting and staining my dress as his eyes stayed glued to me. For a moment I thought he was dead until he blinked. The rage was still there but he did not move as his face turned a ghost white.

“I’ll kill everyone,” he hissed through gritted teeth, still holding his wound tightly to stop the bleeding, “ Mazu, Nox, your aunt… I'll kill them, and all your people that reside in my land.”

Game 2 & 3- last line & heads up seven up game

He stops in his tracks and turns to look at me once more, “Go to sleep, sweet girl.”

And I do, almost trance-like, when he leaves me alone in the darkness. I lay on the hard concrete ground, wrapping the tattered blanket around me. I stare out of the small window and weep. I am surprised still have tears left to cry. 

I do not dream of my death that night. Instead, I am floating in the sacred waters of mount Emeris; the current rocks me side to side, drawing out all the pain I've felt over the years. Everything is blue. And my heart weeps louder than she ever has before. I reach into my and rip her out, setting her free of me.

[faetorvic]

Temporary semi-hiatus on all my blogs due to my life being a mess!

bg-3 exclusive rp blog for Torvic, originally from D.octor Who but recreated for this universe! Mutuals only, for rpers over 21yo, will only be written as a bg-3 character. loved by Ele (mid-30s, gmt+1)

An important disclaimer: Torvic is an assh*le but I don't expect your muse to submit, and I'll do my best to give them a reason to stay, whether because Torvic can be held back by me or doesn't actually want to push them away, or due to external reasons. Your muse is allowed to hurt her or be mad (just don't kill her!). I'm also an anxious chicken who worries about offending people and fangirls about muses becoming friends or lovers or family. Plus, we can plot/expect relationship development as we go.

That said, Torvic is your typical 'villain muzzled by magic' and has a lot of toxic mentality to unlearn. If you'd rather interact with nicer muses, you can find my 'Lex' (Tav) at my multi @savingthrcw, awkward mess that she is, or my already good bard @lcdybonbon.

Links: about page, memes, starter calls, meme calls, plotting calls, open starters, shipping call

Rules:

this Torvic is for muses from bg3 or with a bg3 verse only (which is why I don't need to list type of characters that make me uncomfortable/triggered/uninterested: deities and vamps of this game are fine, the only thing is that I don't want to write Torvic being attracted against her will so as far as your muse having such powers goes, she's immune). Torvic has her 'alien' canon-ish verse in my multi. Tavs and ocs are very welcomed, but no durges yet because I want to play them first. Don't be offended if I don't follow you, it could be plenty reasons: not cutting your posts, something about your blog triggering me, etc.

Torvic is pan and can act sultry/flirty with nearly everyone, BUT I fade to black unless I tell you otherwise (I'm repulsed) & it doesn't necessarily mean she's into the other person. I love ships but never force or expect romance. That said, I won't ship with Halsin and Jaheira.

If we do write smut it will be tagged 'nsft' and under read more. Torvic will not be submissive (while violence is fine), so don't assume the former if we faded. Due to dysphoria I am unlikely to write f/f smut, and if I'm writing f/m I will keep it kinda vague. If s.ex is a topic of discussion between muses I'll tag it nsft-ish.

If Torvic's flirting bothers you (or anything else!), you can say it ic or ooc and she'll magically stop. Your comfort comes before this game (unless you tell me ooc that you want her to continue). Even though she's starting as a villain, I will write her as wanting consensual s.ex while all other kinds of violence are fun to her.

if you don't see me online for a while and there is no psa, I probably have no drafts and don't want to stress anyone out! (And I'm picky so there aren't usually many mutuals for me)

I will be super happy to have a thousand threads with each person! You can send a BUNCH of memes and continue all (or drop them!), reply to opens etc, no need to plot but I'll also be happy to chat about muses and fangirl over our threads: my health is a mess, but the enthusiasm is there! I'd suggest multiple short-lived threads/asks in which our muses are still in a 'getting to know each other/butting heads' phase before we get to the fun of 'today our relationship gets a bit deeper'!

I'll do my best to tag commonly triggering topics unless they are just mentioned in passing, but here you'll find the usual bg-3 stuff: abuse, cults, everything that happens to the other characters, slavery and in-game blasphemy. I ask you to PLEASE tag your n.sft stuff (and that means your wishlist or headcanon posts, if your rules say you tag it and then I open my dash and it's RIGHT THERE because it's not from a thread, I'll unfollow), d.addy k.ink, and images of real life horror/gore. I will not be roleplaying r.ape but it can be mentioned in backstories (her time as a forced Bhaalist was dark but I won't focus on the s.exual side of it, she'll just mention the 'general torture' her parents put her through, either bitter or justifying it/joking).

hello, I'm Ele, I have pt.sd and physical problems, and I'll stay in my comfort zone when writing, which means vanilla angst. NEVER DEATH of characters and possibly always happy endings. I will NOT judge you for what you write (though I might not follow you because it's not my cup of tea). You do your thing, and I'll do mine! I'm also Italian so my English might be meh at times!

[autisticcassandracain]

re: your tags, Mirage's Wiki says she's Brazillian. That said, I'm honestly not sure if she lives in the USA right now, and 'latina' is usually used for those living in the US, so it may not be the most accurate term to use for her. Admittedly, I just sort of assumed the Team Titans operate from, and thus live in the USA. I'll edit the post to be more specific and accurate.

In all honesty, I don't know much about Mirage, only having read her in New Titans (while heavily distracted by how bad the writing was, and thus forgetting a lot); it's part of why I used Talia rather than her for the racism/misogyny example. But it's unsurprising to learn what you added, and it ties into bashing female characters.

Also re: your tags again and to continue that point, Kori did canonically do some victim blaming, but it's one thing to acknowledge that, and another to portray it without any kind of nuance while removing all her other characteristics. My issue is less in acknowledging the things female characters canonically did wrong, and more in the flattening of their characters in service of a male character. While personally I'd rather have the victim blaming written out entirely, because imo it's grossly out of character (for the record, pretty much everyone was awfully written during this whole arc), I don't mind it being addressed, provided it's placed in the context of her being kidnapped and held captive for a prolonged period of time while Mirage pretended to be her, which nobody noticed. Because that context is kind of crucial.

But this flattening of character and demonization happens far more to the perpetrators, most notably Talia, Mirage, and Tarantula. This ties back into the failure of fandom to place these events in their proper context of racist and misogynistic writing. Instead, people take a valid excuse to dislike a character and blow it up to a vehement hatred that decries anyone who attempts to approach these characters with nuance as rape apologists. Tarantula in particular gets the short end of the stick; frankly, even if she was a one dimensional evil rapist, the sheer glee with which some of these fics write depictions of violence against her would still be disturbing. These flattened, demonized portrayals for the sake of making a complex situation an easy black and white are racist and misogynistic, no better and usually worse than canon.

Anyway this was supposed to be a quick thing to thank you for your addition and to address your tags, but instead it's several paragraphs, and I'm sure you can see why all the previous posts I attempted ended up as monsters.

This has been bothering me for a while to the point where I've started on multiple posts about it, because it's a complex and delicate subject with a lot of nuance. But they've all grown into unfinished monster length essays, so here's a tl;dr:

The way fandom treats male rape trauma reeks of misogyny. This is especially grating considering how many of these fics/posts/fans clearly consider addressing this trauma inherently progressive.

First, fandom often falls prey to the idea that female rape victims are taken more seriously, which isn't true and ignores intersectionality.

Second, stories about male rape trauma are vastly overrepresented in fandom compared to female rape trauma. Where men will have fics examining and reframing canon instances of sexual harrassment/assault, female characters instead have those instances written out of their canon or simply do not have them addressed at all. Part of this is that female rape trauma is perceived as more loaded than men's (which I REALLY don't have the time to unpack with all the appropriate complexity and nuance), but a larger part of it is simply that fandom has a well-documented pattern of prioritizing white men. Fandom is less interested in female trauma (of any kind) than male trauma.

Third, attempts at reframing canon events as rape/sexual assault for men almost always end up bashing female characters, and often play into misogyny and racism.

Fans will completely refuse to place the event in proper context and truly unpack it. Often, what's going on in canon is not just a dismissal of male rape, but a nasty combination of racism and misogyny. Example: Talia al Ghul drugging Bruce to have sex with him is unadressed male rape trauma, yes, but it is also a massively racist and misogynistic plot point based in orientalist stereotypes (that completely goes against previous canon). Writing a fic where the event is reframed as rape makes it more racist and misogynistic, not less.

In addition, even taking that out of the equation, female characters are often used as antagonists in these fics with little to no nuance in ways that are obviously sexist and endemic of male prioritization. Example: in fics reframing that time Mirage (herself latina, btw; again, racism and misogyny cannot be seperated from this arc) had sex with Dick Grayson while disguised as Koriand'r as rape, Koriand'r is often shown victim blaming him and has few if any other characteristics. This flattens her character in service of a man's angst, and, moreover, completely ignores the fact that she's canonically a rape survivor herself. This is misogynistic.

Obviously, writing about male rape trauma and/or reframing canon events as rape is not inherently bad. It is, in fact, good. But you need to actually do your research and understand feminism 101 before doing it. This is a delicate, complex, nuanced subject, and if you just want to write a hurt/comfort fic and aren't prepared to deal with the implications, consider picking a different thing to write about.

[andiinaraethtash]

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warnings:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories:

F/F

Gen

M/M

Fandoms:

Empires SMP

Minecraft (Video Game)

Relationships:

Bryce | fWhip & GeminiTay

Bryce | fWhip & MythicalSausage

Bryce | fWhip & Geminitay & MythicalSausage (Video Blogging RPF)

Katherine Elizabeth/Shelby Grace

Jimmy | Solidarity/Scott | Smajor1995 | Dangthatsalongname

Everyone & Everyone

Scott Smajor & Xornoth

Characters:

Bryce | fWhip

GeminiTay (Video Blogging RPF)

MythicalSausage (Video Blogging RPF)

Scott | Smajor1995 | Dangthatsalongname

Jimmy | Solidarity

Shrub - Character

Shelby Grace

Katherine Elizabeth (Video Blogging RPF)

Joey Graceffa

Joel | SmallishBeans

Lizzie | LDShadowLady (Video Blogging RPF)

Jonny | Pixlriffs (Video Blogging RPF)

Pearl | PearlescentMoon

Xornoth

sort of - Character

You'll see

Additional Tags:

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

roseblings

Wither Rose Alliance on Empires SMP Setting (Video Blogging RPF)

Alternate Universe - Empires SMP Setting (Video Blogging RPF)

Flower Husbands

Nature Wives

Minor/implied Jornoth

Possession

Corruption

Can't Escape the Fallout (Feel the Fire Rain Down)

AndiinaRaethTash

Summary:

Things are back to normal. No, seriously, they are. Sure, Scott’s ice powers are getting a little out of control, and fWhip is occasionally acting a little weird, and Pix can feel something brewing on the horizon, but things are fine, right? If only things would stay that way. But something dark has other plans, and the rulers and their lands will soon find themselves fighting for their lives as light and dark collide in a way that will either bring them all together, or tear them all apart…

Notes:

Here we are, the sequel to Before Something breaks That Cannot Be Fixed! (I'd say long-awaited, but it's only been a month or so.) Hopefully I'll finish this before Empires S2 comes out and consumes my soul, and if my guess is correct, that shouldn't be too hard, considering I'm projecting mid to late summer at the very earliest for that. I'm not quite to the point I wanted to be before I started posting, but I'm close enough, and I've got the inspiration going, so my buffer shouldn't run out. Hopefully. (Last time I said that, I accidentally deleted everything I'd written with no way of getting it back, so you know, knock on wood if you're superstitious and all that.) I'm projecting at least as many chapters as were in Before Something Breaks, but I don't have a final chapter count yet. I'll update the fic when I know for certain. With that out of the way, I'll let you get on to reading! (Chapter title from How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty)

Chapter 1: Waking Up at the Start of the End of the World

Once, Scott would have said he’s only a little scared by his ice powers. By now, he’s verging on terrified. There’s an ice storm that’s just now letting up, and it’s barely the first week of summer. An ice storm. In June. Aeor, but these powers were getting out of control.

He’s been on the verge of just heading over to Gem’s and seeing if she could help him; she’s been building a new magical academy since early spring, and from what he’s heard—mostly from Jimmy, one of the only ones brave enough to face the neverending winter—it’s nearly complete.

But he’s had other concerns, other… alright, excuses, to keep him in Rivendell. So he’s not too chuffed when he hears a knock on the door, because it can only be one of the other emperors, most likely one of them in particular.

“Jimmy, I’m not in the mood to—” He stops himself short as he opens the door, because that is not Jimmy.

Sausage raises an eyebrow. “Not in the mood for what? Do I need to give you the shovel talk?”

Scott gapes for a moment before blurting, “Lizzie and Joel already did that.”

They had. It had been rather terrifying, having a ten-foot-tall fish goddess, and her over-protective, hyperactive husband telling him they would absolutely smite him into smithereens if he hurt their little brother. Not that he ever intends to. That is the last thing he wants to do.

Sausage beams and pushes past Scott into the lodge. “Geez, it’s cold. Don’t you guys have summer up here?”

“Usually, yes,” Scott replies, closing the door behind his unexpected guest. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Sausage, but why are you here?”

“Oh, just acting as a messenger boy. I was hoping to see some cooler weather up here, but man, this is not what I had in mind.”

“The message, Sausage?” Scott has to fight not to grit his teeth. Aeor, he’s forgotten how annoying Sausage can be, and he needs him gone before he accidentally hurts him with his uncontrollable ice powers.

Sausage pulls out a scroll as he warms his other hand over the fire. “fWhip sent it,” he says unnecessarily, because Scott can see the seal of the Grimlands on the letter.

Still he takes it, removes the seal, and reads it. He raises an eyebrow as he does so, because that’s… interesting. “fWhip’s called a meeting of the twelve empires?”

“He has?” Sausage asks, scrambling over to read over Scott’s elbow. “Huh. You’d have thought he’d have told me.”

“Maybe he was counting on me telling you, or he was going to tell you when you went back to the Grimlands.” Scott pointedly raises an eyebrow, and Sausage flushes ever so slightly.

So he has been staying in the Grimlands. Jimmy had said something last time he’d been here about Joey complaining that one of Gem or Sausage or both was always with fWhip, and honestly, Scott understands. He’s their brother and/or best friend.

Still, he can’t help but be jealous of that close relationship, even though he knows he shouldn’t. He may not have his brother, but he does have this family, this little group of broken people who were trying to build each other back up by taking pieces of themselves and patching each other up with them.

Scott sets the scroll down on the table. “How are they doing?”

Sausage sighs heavily. “Gem… she says she’s forgiven me, but… she’s still wary. It’s not hard to tell, she won’t let me and fWhip alone for longer than she needs to. As for fWhip—I don’t know, he’s been acting funny. He won’t let us into his forge, he spends an awful lot of time in there, and when he comes out he’s exhausted and snappish.”

“Have you considered that maybe he’s tired of being babysat?” Scott asks, a hint of amusement leaking into his voice, because he knows he would be. Having someone always watching over your shoulder has to be annoying, and if anyone was going to understand that, it’d be Sausage, considering what he went through just three and a half months ago.

Sausage twists his face in consideration. “Maybe. That would actually make sense. Alright,” he says, clapping his hands together, “I’ll see if I can’t get Gem to back off a little.”

Scott nods and pointedly looks at the door. Sausage, thankfully, clues in for once in his life. “I should get going, huh?”

“Probably. I know I have stuff to do, and I can only imagine that you do as well.”

With a nod and a smile, Sausage steps out of the door, letting a blast of cold air in. Scott doesn’t even shudder.

Something is very, very wrong with him.

______

fWhip is nearly bouncing with excitement next to her, and Gem can’t help but smile. It’s good to see him like this, like nothing has changed. On her other side, Sausage is looking around, watching for the other rulers and occasionally making jabs about them to fWhip, who laughs, giddy and visibly shaking.

Currently, they’re at spawn, where the meeting of the empires is to take place. fWhip has pulled out a lectern, a book and quill, and a small table, and set them in the middle of the ring of pedestals. She has no idea what he’s doing—he’s kept quiet about the reason behind this meeting, but if he’s this excited, it’s either something really good or really stupid.

Joey, unsurprisingly is the first to arrive. He is, after all, closest to spawn, and he’s followed by Pix, who smiles at them all, and goes up to Joey to engage him in conversation. Katherine and Shrub arrive together, followed by Jimmy, Joel, and Lizzie, who all arrive at the same time, if not necessarily together. Pearl is next, sunny personality on full display as she greets each and every one of them.

Scott arrives last, so late she’s beginning to wonder if he is coming at all, accompanied by a gust of cold air. He hangs back, avoiding even Jimmy and watching nervously as they all settle down.

fWhip steps forward, fiddling with his scarf, a sure sign that he’s anxious. “Friends, allies, and cod—” he adds that last bit with a quick but genuine grin in Jimmy’s direction “—I’ve asked you here today to reveal a great vessel, the new power in the empires. I’ve been hard at work in the forges of the Grimlands to create, this.”

He produces a golden crown, dotted with jewels of various colours, setting it on the table. As the emperors ooh and ahh, she frowns slightly. She has a bad feeling about this.

“Infused with the magicks of the different empires, this crown grants the user the ability to create one rule that all the empires must comply with. Check the book here at spawn for terms and conditions.” fWhip steps back, looking proud, and all Gem can think is, I was right. This is bad.

[pipipinyyy]

Explaining why I have added every song in my entire and very long Niragi playlist because I can and because over analyzing him is my passion (I usually update it from time to time but I'll do it with the current songs)

Completely self indulgent post, but I decided to share to feed my fellow Niragi stans (*˙︶˙*)☆*°

This is entirely based on my view of the songs and how I interpret them while thinking about Niragi. I'm aware that most of them have entirely different meanings, this is just for fun :) (Also sorry if my explanations don't make much sense, English is not my first language and I might make mistakes when trying to put my feelings and thoughts into words)

This may contain manga/s2 spoilers

Hayloft-Mother Mother: Vibes

Criminal-Britney Spears: The whole song describes him ("he is a sucker with a gun") and the fandom's obsession ("mama I'm in love with a criminal")

Daddy Issues-The Neighborhood: I feel like he would act like this, using the most vulnerable spots to pick on someone ("cry little girl, nobody does it like you do")

Psycho-Jin Dogg, OVER KILL: Vibes

Riot-Hollywood Undead: He'd definitely start a riot like he did in the 10 of hearts, burning and destroying anything that crosses his path

Bitches-Mindless Self Indulgence: He most likely thinks he's a total fuckboy and popular with girls since he can get almost anything he wants out of scarying people

Baby's on Fire-Die Antwoord: Vibes

Insane in the Brain-Cypress Hill: This man is being consumed by his own way of protecting himself

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing-Set It Off: Based on how he feels towards the people who hurt him in the past ("Listen, mark my words, one day, you will pay" "You've always been a huge piece of shit, if I could kill you, I would" "Karma is gonna come collect your debt")

Death no more-IC3PEAK: Vibes

Gasoline-I Prevail: Sort of similar to Riot, ("So burn it all down, burn it all down, I don't give a fuck")

Toxic-Britney Spears: The whole fandom knows how much of a piece of shit this dude can be, but we still find ourselves liking/enjoying his character (to an extent), a toxic addiction

Nice Guy-GRLwood: As much as I love this man, he'd use the "I'm a nice guy c'mon" card just to fuck. If he wants to, he'll get it, if he doesn't, he'll most likely get mad

Dernière danse-Indila: Vibes

TRRST-IC3PEAK: Mostly vibes, I kinda see this song as how he felt the first time he killed someone on purpose inside the borderlands ("mama they say I'm a terrorist, I did nothing wrong but I got on the blacklist")

Saint Bernard-Lincoln: Vibes

Nowhere To Run-Stegosaurus Rex: Being with him at the Beach would either be ignoring each other completely or a game of tag, no inbetween. If this man wants to kill you, he'll get his fun time out of it as well ("You're gonna die, I'm gonna kill you")

The House of Wolves-Bring Me The Horizon: Based on how he sees life after being consumed by his current mental state ("Show me a sign, show me a reason to give a solitary fuck about your god damn beliefs" "What you call faith, I call a sorry excuse")

Smells Blood-Kensuke Ushio: Vibes

SIU-Maretu: Similar to Daddy Issues, don't expect this man to be a therapist. If he sees anyone crying or panicking in or outside a game, he'd most likely tell them to suck it up, just like this song.

Judgement-Kensuke Ushio: Vibes

MONSTER ENERGY GUN!-KevinKempt: Vibes + He for sure has an energy drink addiction, specially pre-borderlands

HURT-1 800 PAIN: Vibes

Fear Is The Mind Killer-Zheani: Vibes

I Bet on Losing Dogs: Based on how I know Niragi is toxic, and most likely unsaveable of his deteriorating mental state, but I still have him as my biggest comfort character ("I bet on losing dogs, I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place")

Emo Boy-Ayesha Erotica: He's been in an emo phase (and maybe still is), the lyrics are pretty self explanatory, they describe us Niragi simps perfecrly ("come on fuck me emo boy")

Crybaby-Destroy Boys: Vibes

The Fox's Wedding-MASA Works DESIGEN: Vibes

You're a useless child-Kikuo: We don't know much about his past, but judging by the unstoppable bullying he's suffered, his parents didn't care about him, or were straight up absent. He's been insulted by pretty much everyone in his past to the point of believing it and telling those things to himself ("You're a useless child, the most useless child in this world" "Drool in snot, dandruff, shit and piss" "I'm a useless child" "Nobody will save me" "I'm a lonely kid")

Take A Slice-Glass Animals: Vibes

Fighting With The Melody-Jimmy Urine: Vibes

Comics-Caravan Palace: Vibes

Rhinestone Eyes-Gorillaz: Vibes

Butch 4 Butch-Rio Romero: Mostly vibes, sort of how I think the most "peacefull" moments in a relationship with him would feel like, kind of bittersweet feeling

Suki Suki Daisuki-Jun Togawa: Yandere Niragi. If he's interested in someone, he'd go through an obsessive phase, most likely forcing the other person to "love" him. This man is so confused about the feeling of love that he's unable to tell when he loves someone or when he's obsessed with them due to his lack of attention ("Like you, like you, I love you. Say you love me or I'll kill you")

:(-The Garden: Vibes

Kitty City-Cyriak Harris: Vibes

Blood-My Chemical Romance: If Niragi went to a therapist, he'd act like this song, with his signature cocky and sarcastic personality (at least before he gets better) ("I can't control myself because I don't know how" "They can fix me proper with a bit of luck" "I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love")

A Mask of My Own Face-Lemon Demon: He feels like he needs to protect himself or else he will get hurt inside the borderlands by others again. He uses another personality, a completely ruthless one, even if he doesn't like it and hates himself for it, he doesn't see another way to deal with his fear, allowing his "new self" to consume himself. ("I'd wear that mask of my own face" "I look into my eyeholes and what do I see? A handsome motherfucker motherfucking looking back at me")

I'm a Murderer-Freddie Dredd: Mostly vibes ("I'm a motherfucking murderer")

'Cause I'm a Liar-Mcki Robyns-P: He would lie just for fun even in serious situations. If he needs to manipulate someone to survive, he'll do it his way, after all, he doesn't care anymore, he just seeks for excitement. ("Without emotion, without devotion. It's much easier to fake something happy")

I Disagree-Poppy: I don't know exactly how to describe it, but I feel like this is how he sees and feels the world and those around him, feeling misunderstood and going his own way ("If only all of you could see the world I see, then maybe everyone could live in harmony")

Personal Jesus-Mindless Self Indulgence: He has a superiority complex, that's for sure. I don't think he sees himself as a god, but I see him joking about it

Rainbow Factory-GLAZE, WoodenToaster: Vibes

Frontier Psychiatrist-The Avalanches: I kinda see this as Aguni taking the role of Niragi's "father figure" inside the borderlands, realizing he's turning insane and is unable to control him ("That boy needs therapy")

Hate it. Hate it. "JIGAHIDAI!"-WADATAKEAKI Kurage P: Jealousy. I can see it either in a pre-borderland situation where he hates the popular students in school, or inside the borderlands hating both Chishiya and Arisu. Jealousy takes over him constructing a big ego, causing himself to develop his superiority complex ("You see, I hate that popular girl!" "Does she think I don't notice? How she looks at me as if I'm trash" "I want to be praised" "I'm different from you all, I have my own ego! I'm not a side character" "I have zero common sense. I'm special")

Villain-Stella Jang: He knows damn well he's a villain, that's his goal after all, but what if someone took his point of view? wouldn't the villains be all of those who hurted him in the first place? ("We all pretend to be the heroes on the good side, but what if we are the villains on the other")

Violent-carolesdaughter: This is how I view an argument inside a relationship with Niragi. He's used to violence, to cause fear, and getting what he wants, so being in a healthy relationship would require a lot of patience and strenght. While he's getting better and suppressing those violent actions, there will be times where he accidentally uses violence or threatens the other person unintentionally, mostly hurting himself and his partner psychologically. The lyrics change between both points of view ("Don't make me get violent, I want my ring back baby that's a diamond" "She knows I'm a wreck" "I gave you all my trust and I told you just don't break it")

Hey Bunny-Baby Bugs: Based on how I think it would feel to partner up with him inside the borderlands and catching feelings for him while knowing the huge mess he is ("Hey bunny, what's with those evil eyes?" "Hey bunny, what the hell is wrong with us?" "Hey bunny, what if I loose you too? If I become the monster, together we can always be blue")

Kokoronashi-majiko: I'm pretty sure Niragi isn't able to see himself as someone able to love, even if he doesn't want to be alone (just like when he confesses this feeling while fighting with Chishiya and Arisu). If someone truly loved him and was willing to not letting him go, it would hurt. He can't see himself as someone who can love or be loved, so he can't accept the love he's seeking for in case that turns him "weaker" making his true self confront with the protective mean personality he's created. He could learn how to accept it, so he might want the other person to stay in the end, but it wouldn't be easy for him to accept it ("It's awful, I'd rather you destroy my body, tear it to sheds, do as you please" "No matter how much I'm loved by you, my heart is just one" "I don't know this, don't leave me alone")

Nightmare Parade-FAKE TYPE.: Vibes

Slipping Through My Fingers-Meryl Streep, Amanda Seyfried: Niragi seeing himself loosing his young, gentle and caring personality due to his fear, being unable to control what's happening inside, nostalgia and sadness kicking in ("The feeling that I'm loosing her forever" "That funny little girl" "Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time")

Kuroneko No Tango-Pink Martini, The Von Trapps: Vibes

YKWIM?-Yot Club: Him confroting his feelings of loneliness when he's left alone with his thoughts ("It feels like I care too much when I'm alone, oh no")

Romantic Lover-Eyedress: Just appreciating his physical appearance ("She's a killer, I love her features")

Wrecking Ball-Mother Mother: Based on how he sees himself as someone who needs to destroy everything in a way or another in order to be powerful + the fun he has with it ("Call me a reckless wrecking ball" "Let's break it just because we can")

Edge-Rezz: Vibes

Freaks-Surf Curse: Again, confronting feelings when loving someone, but not in such a painful as Kokoronashi ("I need a place to stay where I can cover up my face" "Don't cry, I'm just a freak")

Little Bit-Lykke Li: Vibes

6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro/Con)-Will Wood and the Tapeworms: Vibes

PHONKY TOWN-PlayaPhonk: Vibes

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE-Måneskin: Freaky time. He would absolutely love this song, definitely his type of thing ("You could be the beauty and I could be the monster" "I wanna touch your body so fucking electric" "I wanna make you hungry, then I wanna feed you")

#BrooklynBloodPop!-SyKo: Vibes

A Cold Freezin' Night-The Books: Vibes

A Pearl-Mitski: My most favorite song to associate with Niragi. Represents his evolution as a character. Creating an scenario where he is loved by someone,he rejects it at first, acting tough ("I don't want your touch") and then proceeds to explain why ("It's just that I fell in love with a war, nobody told me it ended" "it left a pearl in my hand and I roll it around every night just to watch it glow") the war being the borderlands and his new personality, he loved it, but nobody drew a line and it's getting out of hand. The pearl is the feeling of power, the one he has to remember when feeling weak just to feel something. At the end of the song it changes to ("Sorry I can't take your touch"), realizing that he wants love, but he's not able to take it or else he'll become the Niragi from the past

Problematic-Bo Burnham: Him acknowledging his problematic actions but not wanting to apologize because he doesn't feel the need to. He knows he's done bad things but he is going to laugh at it and be a sarcastic mf about it

First Love/Late Spring-Mitski: Similar to Kokoronashi, he wouldn't be able to accept love and how it makes him feel. He would think that he prefers for everyone to hate him and be lonely instead of sacrificing his tougher side. Also talks about how he's grown way too quickly for him to understand feelings properly ("So please hurry leave me, I can't breathe, please don't say you love me" "One word from you and I would jump out of this ledge I'm on baby" "I was so young when I behaved 25, yet now I find I've grown into a tough child"

The Other Side Of Paradise-Glass Animals: Vibes

Bodybag-Chloe Moriondo: How I feel about liking his character, confronting feelings basically ("Don't know if I hate you or if I wanna date you" "I don't wanna like you, I just wanna tie you up, then keep you in a cage and watch you sleep for ages"

Get Into It (Yuh)-Doja Cat: Vibes

Psycho Killer-2005 Remaster- Talking Heads: Vibes

HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U!!!-CORPSE, Night Lovell: Vibes

INFERNO-Sub Urban, Bella Poarch: Again, another song that describes him pretty well ("Baby I'm the reason why hell's so hot" "Terribly like terrible, she's a villain" "Think I'm getting butterflies but it's really something telling me to run away")

Bad Morning-Omori: Vibes

Trouble Brewing: Vibes

Dueles Tan Bien-Bruses: Another song about my confronting feelings with this man ("You know what? You taste better than alcohol to me. You know that and you've got control" "Because you hurt, and you hurt so good that I don't know what to do")

And that's it!! This took me the whole day to write but it makes me very happy to be able to share it :)

I've you've read the entire thing, hope you enjoyed the character analysis! ლ(◞‿◟ლ)

[pheita]

New Home New Trouble Part 21

This story has some heavy topics such as miscarriage, sudden infant death, oppression of various minorities, poltergeist-like spirits, and domestic violence.

Additional warning for mentions of bullying and child abuse.

Tagging @ashen-crest @adie-dee @abalonetea @cometworks @viskafrer @vivian-is-writing @kainablue @contes-de-rheio @writingamongther0ses

Lyran hadn't realized how he had fallen asleep until Arritit's laughter woke him. Unhappy at being awakened, he just growled at her. In the same second, he remembered that he still had Ylva in his arms, who had also fallen asleep. It seemed the morning had taken more energy out of both of them than they realized. "Come on, you two wolf cuddlers. Dinner's ready." "Only if there's meat," Ylva commented, still in his arms. "I have a feeling that meat you're after is going to have to wait a while. But yes, there are chicken pies. Sojan made them." "We should get up before the pies are gone." Lyran gently poked Ylva in the ribs with his finger. "That tasty?" "You'll have to tell me." "As if Sojan doesn't cook delicious," Arritit added with a chuckle, "So off you go. Not that anyone else thinks we're doing anything else here." "Ari..." "Yes, my dearest Lyran?" "I love you, but sometimes...." "Yes?" Her giggle turned to laughter. "Sometimes I just want to put you in a corner gagged and tied."

"That's Sojan's thing, not mine," Arritit held firm, leaning down to the two of them, "I'd rather be the one who ties up." The stifled agonized sigh from Ylva made Lyran smirk. "Pictures in your head?" he whispered in her ear. "Don't.” Playfully, she pushed him off her and stood up stiffly. "So, chicken pies?" "Follow me, little one. We have a few things to talk about, too." "I'm afraid so, too." Lyran stayed with Parin a moment longer, tickling him behind the ear. "Are you thinking the same thing I am, my friend?" Parin raised his head and looked after Ylva and Arritit. "I'll take that as confirmation." He tried to get rid of the straw as best he could and stretched slowly. Even though Parin was warm and so snuggled up to Ylva also brought warmth, the stable was still the coldest room in the estate and his muscles were stiff. When he arrived in the kitchen, Sojan was defending the pies from Niat, who seemed to have a pronounced craving for meat dishes after the busy day. Ylva tried not to laugh while she ate, and Mithelia sat unconcernedly talking with Arritit. This form of normalcy was almost absurd after the morning. A satisfied smile on his face, he sat down next to Hedanro, who silently pushed a plate of pies and other goods towards him. "Shall I prepare a room for the Nismani?" asked Hedanro quietly. "That's the best thing for today. I don't send either of them out on the road in this weather when it's already dark." "I'll take care of it." The triumphant "Ha!" from Niat said she had won. When Lyran looked to her, he noticed Sojan holding his ribs. "You seriously hit him in the ribs?" "He refused me food," Niat indignantly said, biting into the first pie with delight. "Like wild animals...", Mithelia shook her head with a grin. "Like it looks any different in the pub," Ylva chuckled. Her attempt to take another pie from the serving plate caused Niat to growl at her. Everyone at the table fell silent. Ylva leaned forward and looked directly at Niat. "Either you share or we discuss this outside." It was the same cold tone Lyran had heard on her a few days ago. Chewing, Niat considered what she preferred. Wordlessly, she pushed the pies to Ylva. Sojan was the first to laugh. A child's laughter caught Lyran's attention. He looked around, but no one else had apparently heard it. He took two pastries and stood up. His path led him to the garden, where the laughter resounded again. A moment later, the two Lytesis appeared before him. "You can still hear us?" "I'm puzzled, too. Can you always make yourselves visible?" The two nodded, chuckling. "We can, but it's funnier when you can't see us." Lyran lifted the pastries a little. "I don't know if you need food, but I thought you'd like some cake." "We don't need to eat," the first explained. "But sometimes we taste when there's cooking," grinned the second. They took the pastries. "Since you're here, there's more yummy food." "With Sojan's cooking skills, no wonder." It was funny that even the Lytesis praised Sojan's cooking. Greedily, the two munched on the pastries and beamed at Lyran. "You know what to do about her, don't you?" "You mean Ylva?" "Yes. We like her, and she needs a home." No sooner had they spoken than they became invisible again. "Hey. That's not fair." After a few moments, he had to realize that they wouldn't respond to him any further, and he stepped back. As it seemed the Lytesis had taken Ylva into their hearts, the Great Mother knew why.

[imperial-martian]

Broken & Bruised ][ Armitage Hux x Reader ][ Part Three

Author’s Note: I’m sorry with how long this took. Editing is hard and school sucks, nothing more to it, except that I was also traveling in early February (before the virus was a huge thing). So, here is part three, and although I pretty much have everything planned out- all seven chapters of the story -I might add one later on if I think I need more time or detail. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this part of Broken & Bruised!

Trigger Warnings: interrogation, physical violence, mentions of verbal abuse, many conflicted feelings, thoughts and emotions, angst with no fluff at all

PART ONE, PART TWO, PART THREE, PART FOUR

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You flinched as Poe's first collided with Armitage's stubbled jaw for the second time. The impact had caused the General's head to snap to the side, admitting a small crack from the force- nothing that could be permanently damaging to him. The well-known Resistance pilot was getting ready to connect his fist to Armitage's face again when you took a step forward and placed your hand upon his shoulder gently, unable to watch what would have been inevitable had you not stopped Poe.

You silently whispered the pilot's name, not wanting to come off too strong to anger the man further, however, your whisper came off strong enough to gain the man's attention. Poe's gaze traveled from Armitage to you, unclenching his first when he saw you look from him to Armitage.

"Let me talk with Hux," you suggested, not dropping your gaze from Armitage. His ginger hair was all out of order, and he looked beaten and scuffed, an unpleasant sight to see- especially as a nurse who was supposed to be healing him. "Please, just let me talk with him."

Poe shifted his gaze from you to Armitage, taking note of the blood that dripped from the cut on the ginger's bottom lip. His gaze followed the drop of blood that traveled down to Armitage's chin and was stopped by the stubble that had grown over the past few weeks. The ginger hair collected the deep red- almost maroon -color of the blood, acting almost like a dye.

A moment passed before, with a huff, Poe shook his hand to alleviate the slight sting. He wiped the blood off his hand and onto the tan-colored pants that he was currently wearing. Once he finished, he turned so that his back was facing Armitage, then he tilted his head to look at you over his shoulder. He accessed you for a moment, giving a firm nod when he finished. Walking towards the door, he said, "go ahead."

You gave Poe a thankful smile, trying your best to make it as reassuring as possible. You then turned to a guard that stood at attention by the metal doors, directing him forward. "Bring Poe to the medbay and ask a nurse to attend to his hand to be sure there are no fractures, although unlikely it is still possible," you explained, giving the guard his orders in a gentle tone, feeling no need to express any authority for this situation.

The guard nodded before he walked towards the metal doors, watching them slide open before he took a step to the side and allowed for the pilot to walk out first. Poe passed the guard, however, he stopped before he exited the room and turned to you one more time.

"Be careful with him," he warned, not waiting for a reply. He was out the door and walking towards Rey, Finn, and Rose who had all been looking over the interrogation with General Organa. She was stood in front of everyone else, her eyes focused on the General that sat bound to the chair and table. Her stance was firm, hands clasped behind her back and finger twitching with the itch to grab her blaster any moment she felt necessary.

You took a second to watch them before Poe left them to head to the medbay, then, with a soft breath, you turned to the disheveled man that sat only a few feet away. You walked towards the table, taking the seat across from Armitage and crossing your arms over your chest, hugging them to your body as if ready to defend yourself if needed. You needed to be on guard, no matter how much you wanted to believe he wouldn't try anything.

A dark shadow seemed to cast over the opposing General's green-blue eyes, the usually crystal colored eyes were now dark and foggy. It caused an uncomfortable shift in the room.

A moment passed before anybody had spoken, but just as you went to open your mouth to say something, Armitage spoke first.

"I refuse to talk with those scum standing outside the door," he started, nodding his head to the clear window. "If you wish to speak to me, we will do such activity alone," his tone was sharp, letting everybody know that unless his request- or rather his command -was met, he would not say a word. Although typically a patient man, Armitage seemed to have very little patience left.

For a moment you sat there, biting your lip in thought until finally you gave him a soft nod and stood to walk towards the door. The remaining guard stood stiff still until you began to speak to him, explaining to the man that you'd like for him to inform the others that you'd wish to speak with Hux alone, and for him to stand at least ten feet away from the door so that if anything happened- although you knew nothing would -you'd yell.

The guard had given you a nod full of reluctance before he walked out of the room, hesitant to lock the door and leave you alone with a man who's given a command to kill billions. Eventually, the door was closed and the guard made his way over to General Organa. Minutes passed, and so did words between the two until Leia's gaze shifted to you through the glass window. She looked you over, and with great difficulty, agreed to allow you some time alone to interrogate Hux. She knew that if she didn't ultimately agree to his commands nothing would come out of the interrogation and time would be wasted.

The Resistance General looked over your shoulder to the opposing General, and with narrowed eyes, assessed him before she spun on her heel. She must have asked the others to follow her because within seconds they were all walking away from the room, leaving you alone with Armitage.

A breath left you, of relief or of fear you couldn't tell. You were now facing Armitage, standing a few feet away with your bottom lip between your teeth in thought. You took a few strides forward until you were once again sitting across from the ginger-haired man. Instinct had taken over, and without being able to stop yourself you had leaned forward and were gently chipping off the blood which had dried around his lip. You were careful to not touch the exact spot where the cut had been made, but you were thorough in removing most of the dried blood that you could.

Armitage has closed his eyes at the touch. He was holding his breath and he only released it once he realized your gentle touch could no longer be felt. He opened his eyes and instantly, he had connected his gaze to yours. Armitage knee that you were silently scolding yourself, asking why you had done that.

This was no time to allow your instincts as a nurse to take over, what is supposed to be a tense and threatening moment. Clearing your throat, you sat up straight with your back pressed tightly against the metal chair you sat in.

"Alright, Armitage," you started, leaning forward so that you were prepared to continue. "I'll have to ask you a few questions-"

You were interrupted instantly, and startled by the sudden disruption to your thoughts, you shut your mouth and looked at Armitage.

"I sincerely hope you do not believe I will truly answer every, if not any, questions you have for me simply because it is only you and I now," he stated. He was leaning back in the chair as casually as he could with his hands cuffed to the center of the table. It was hard to be comfortable like this, and it was even harder to be intimidating without being able to cross his arms, but he used his voice to get his point across.

You weren't surprised by his words. You knew better than to believe he would so willingly give you answers. "I would never be so stupid to think that you would so willingly give any answers, however, that reply does bring me to my first question. Why did you ask that the others leave if you aren't planning on answering the questions I ask?"

Armitage sighed, "I didn't ask for us to be left alone so that I could answer questions. You know that though, don't act foolishly. I'd never give you rebel scum answers so freely."

You had to admit that his words, although true to him, stung. It was no hidden secret that Armitage held a low value to the Resistance, so you didn't know why you assumed that Armitage would have thought anything different of you.

"I had asked for us to be left alone because you are the least threat to me. I have no need to fear that you would harm me in the spur of the moment. You not only don't have a weapon," he explained, nodding to your waist as if to signal at the blaster that was not there. "But you are also a healer, you couldn't bring yourself to kill me even if you wanted to."

You scoffed, "and what makes you so sure about that, Armitage?" you asked, your arms crossed.

Armitage grinned. "I have yet to see you handle a weapon. Not a blaster, not a blade, not even a staff. Even the other nurses are cautious enough around me to wield a blade," he explained. "I know you don't have one hidden. I'm no fool, believe me. I'm much more observant than people make me out to be."

You took a moment to process everything he said. He was right, you didn't hold any weapons on you, you never did. You were a nurse, it felt wrong to hold a weapon meant to kill when you were assigned to do the opposite.

"Is this your way of telling me that you plan to attack me?" you questioned. The answer was evident, he wasn't. He wouldn't plan such an action when he knew he'd be taken down the minute it was set into motion.

Armitage cocked a brow and looked at you, a grin plastered on his face. You know the answer, he was sure. He felt no need to waste his breath on verbalizing what was so painfully obvious.

You shifted, sighing, and then deciding that it was best to start what was meant to minutes ago. You folded your hands and placed them on the table, leaning forward before you wasted any more time than you already had.

"I’m going to start asking you questions now,” you mumbled. It was rather pathetic how weak you made yourself seem in that moment. A Resistance nurse was about to interrogate the First Order General and had no idea what to ask.

“What is the title of the ship you command?” you asked, deciding you begin with basic questions and build up from there. They were questions that had been asked before, but it was best to clarify.

Armitage smiled, a sinister smile as if to tell you he was not impressed by this already. “The Finalizer,” he answered simply.

You nodded, straightening out and asking him another question to which he replied with a broad answer. The next few questions were simple and small, with no problems arising as you asked them. A moment of silence had taken over as you scribbled his latest answer on a piece of paper that had been left on the table. Every question was broad and had no real benefit to the Resistance. It was nothing that they didn’t already.

“Question six,” you said, “are there any planned attacks against the Resistance that had been confirmed to take place soon?” you asked. It was a stupid question. Nobody would answer it directly unless they were a fool, and that was not Armitage Hux.

You paid close attention to the General’s features, hoping to spot a slight twitch of the finger, or slight shift of his legs, or even a blink that lasted a moment too long. Something that would tell you enough that his answer- which would so obviously be ‘no’ -was a lie.

You had caught Armitage shifting his gaze around the room, but took no note of it when his sharp green-blue eyes caught your own as if holding them in place so that you could not look away. His stare- which looked cold and lifeless -caused your breath to catch in your throat. It caused goosebumps to arise on your skin and to crawl up your neck. It sent a shiver down your spine and he made you feel trapped.

His answer was nothing like what you had been expecting, and it showed you the power that the First Order held. That he held because no man would answer that question the way he did. No one except a man who didn’t fear to lose. A man who knew they wouldn’t lose.

“There are.”

The breath that had been caught in your throat was released all at once with so much force that you nearly choked. You hadn’t choked, but rather gripped the edge of the desk and leaned forward again. Urging yourself to lift your head up, you met his gaze again in search of any hope he was lying. You had hoped he was, although you knew he wasn’t.

Panic flooded through your body, your veins and arteries, every bit of you, and in the moment you stood up with such urgency that the metal chair slid back and tilted till it fell to the floor. Your attention wasn’t shifted to it, and instead, you paced back and forth, a common practice that helped you think when with a patient.

You paused. “The attack,” you started, “when is it planned?” you questioned, glancing at him as you began to walk back and forth once again. You wondered if he’d be so honest as to answer that too.

“I’m not sure,” he said simply. He was in no mood to actually continue this interrogation. “Even had I known, I wouldn’t have told you. It would be pointless. They are far too strong to be stopped with the number of casualties you have been dealt over the last two years.”

He was honest and forward, and never sugarcoated what he meant. Armitage was born into this war and he was no doubt ready to win it.

You gritted your teeth, the panic you felt now turning into anger. You should’ve expected that reply, but you had hoped that it would have been different.

“Damn it,” you muttered. This was not how you wanted this interrogation to go. You hadn’t expected it to go so sour so soon, but it had and you couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

Armitage rolled his eyes, leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. “Don’t act like you had a chance,” he said, causing you to snap your head towards him. “You got your hopes up since you captured me. That’ll be your downfall. All of you thought that because you had found me and taken me, that I’d be tortured into giving you all of our—”

“Shut up! Just shut up Armitage!” you yelled, your fist clenched at your side. “Don’t you get it?” you asked.

“Get what?” he asked sharply. “What don’t I get?”

“Don’t you realize why we fight this war? We fight this war for our friends, our families! Don’t you know what it’s like to have them and to want to—”

He rolled his eyes and a growl like sound erupted from his throat. “It’s nothing worth fighting for in my eyes!”

You were shocked by his answer. Your eyes had gone wide and the anger had grown once more. The realization came through to you. Armitage Hux cared for nobody but himself. You shook your head and scoffed.

“You’re- you are insufferable,” you shouted, pacing back in forth in front of him in anger. “God, you are-”

“Useless?” Armitage offered. It was random and out of the blue, but he needed you to understand that not everybody is worth fighting for. At least not to him. “It’s not very original,” he said spitefully. “I've been told it before, but it’s a sufficient enough insult for the situation,” he stated casually as if he wasn’t bothered by anything he had just said.

You had frozen once again. Guilt and sorrow building up in your chest, replacing the anger and shock that was once there. You turned your head to access at Armitage.

His head was leaned back, eyes towards the ceiling even though they were closed as if he were holding back tears when in reality, he had cried so much over the years that no tears remained.

“Armitage... Armie,” you choked, realizing your mistake. Everything you had felt earlier seemed to instantly switch. Now, you wanted nothing more than reach out to him and hug his waist, to apologize even though you know you shouldn’t, even though just a second ago you were so angry at him you felt like strangling him. Those feelings- the realizations! -be damned.

Armitage scoffed and opened his eyes the minute you poke that horrid name. He was looking directly into your eyes with his dark ones. “You have no right to utter my first name in any form. Stop acting as though you’ve ever cared. You fooled me twice already, I’ll be damned if you did it again.”

You looked at him, eyes wide and confused. You were about to speak when he shook his head and did so first.

“How can you act kind and caring towards me then in the very next minute stab me in the back?” he asked, the hurt evident in his voice. His General facade was slowly slipping from his firm grip. “You were concerned last night for my well being, doing your best to nurse me back to health, and just now you throw insults at me. Was that General Organa’s order too?”

You felt sick. You couldn’t even be angry at Armitage because all that he had said were true. You were toying with him. Playing every single emotion he had shown and snapping them like a string on a guitar.

“Do you think so little of yourself?” you finally asked. You moved to pick up the chair so that you could across from him again. Looking at him intently, you reached to the center of the table and took his restrained hands in yours.

It was Armitage’s turn to be surprised, not shocked, not startled, but surprised. The question had caught him off guard, and a few moments had passed before he eventually replied. “I’m not sure what I think of myself. The opinion I hold over my head wavers every day.”

You lowered your head and frowned. “Then I apologize for adding onto the doubts. You’re words, although harsh, we’re true. I deserve no respect from you,” you expressed, letting out a small breath before standing. “I’ll inform the others that I have gotten little results besides the planned attack mentioned,” you explained, looking at the door.

Walking away from him was so hard to do, perhaps because you knew his death was inevitable now that he refused to share any of the First Order’s secrets. Although Armitage was an enemy, he had been nothing short of pleasurable up to this point, no matter what the weight of his past had put on his shoulders.

The guilt of not being able to help him any longer and the regret of feeding into his insecurities with your words chewed you from the inside out. Tears clawing at the back of your throat and threatening to spill. “Have a nice day, Hux,” broke through the silence in a shaky exhale, chipping at a piece of your heart, and breaking the rest of Armitage’s facade.

One of the few people Armitage had ever harbored any attachment- though very little -towards, had walked away like all the rest. That moment last night had been the closest thing to what he assumed love was that he had ever felt, and the memory, along with everything else, was shattered just a second ago when you walked out the door.

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Love me, if you will. ~ P.P

Summery: Ella is the queen bee at school, and Peter Parker is completely in love with her. What he doesn't know is that she has a secret just like his. The only person who can solely defeat thanos, is her.

Please don't steal any of this it is based on a fanfic that I'm wrighting.

Will probably do a part two, depending on how many notes this gets.

Set during infinity war

⚠: Fluff, Violence, swearing, adorable Peter

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Ella Ross, popular, beautiful, powerful. Completely infaturated with Peter Parker.

Peter Parker, adorable, dorky, determind. Completely infaturated with Ella Ross.

Ella was sat on a bus, not the most exciting places to be. Her bright eyes were trained to a certain dork, her red hair waving in the breeze. Her red high heels were hung over the chair In front, her slim legs perfectly posed.

Her cherry lipstick remained perfect as her white teeth bit into her lip.

She now sat, with her head on the window her eyes far away.

It was then Peter looked at her, admiring the way green eyes glitterd in the sun, and her red hair fell into her eyes, so she would reach up and her acrylic nails would brush it away.

Ella was lost in her thoughts when she head Ned shout " Oh my god, we're all gonna die."

Ella rolled her eyes, until she saw the giant circular spaceship hovering over the city.

And Peter Parker sneaking out the window

Ella's eyes flashed silver and she crept passed her wide eyed classmates, who were pressed up agianst the glass in wonder.

" Oh no you don't spiderman, you're not dying on me just yet"

And with that she pressed the tattoo behind her ear, and within a flash, she was out the window.

Her costume itself was.....different.

Her face was covered in a black mask, with an electric blue streak crossing from her left eyebrow down to her right point in her jawbone. The mask was connected to her suit, which was black leather as well. The zip was a matching electric blue. The leather suit ended in shorts. Her thighs were were partly coverd in black fishnets that too, were streaked in blue. On her feet, were thigh high boots. They were shiny black, but the seven inch heals were electric blue.

Her eyes were now liquid silver, no white and large pupil.

She lept after Peter, but landed inside the spaceship rather than on it.

She had a habit of shifting through things rather than landing on them. It was one of her thirteen powers.

Ella just sat on one of the beams, practically invisible in the dim light.

"Woah Mr Stark it smells like a new car in hear" Ella giggled at Peter's voice outside, her eyes flashing pink

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It had been a while, and Mr Stark and Peter were staring down at Thanos' Minion.

Ella rolled her eyes. She'd show them.

However before she could get down Iron Man lept into action taking Peters disbolical action plan.

Ella rolled her eyes and stared at Peter who jumped from the balcony type thing.

" Yeah, but the kid's seen more movies" was all Iron man said.

But as the whole in the ship was created, Thanos' minion mended it and threw Peter against the wall.

Iron man stepped back. " Uh oh"

Then Ella lept into action. Hissing like a cat, she lept infront of Tony facing...she decided to call him squidward.

" They call my Siren Fox. Nice to meet you squidward."

Squidward bounced into action, objects around him lifting pointing to Ella Peter, Tony and steven.

" Move" he said " I dare you."

Ella shrugged. " well, being the daughter of the princess of calotone has it perks. Including these "

She rolled her neck and thirteen gems appeared.

"These are matter stones. There are thirteen of them, and they chose their owner. Their power can overcome the infinity stones.But they have there own Minds.

"The first life is life, she heals and brings back the death" The replica of Ella lept from the white stone necklacs on Ellas chest. Life was the exact replica of Ella except her eyes were solid white, like marble. Her suit was a flowy white dress, with slip on white shoes.

" The next is Voice. She can scream and kill you, or manipulate you by singing" Voice joined Life by circling squidward, who seemed tranfixed. Voice had a short skirt and skin tight top, with converse. Her eyes matched her outfit, fluorescent pink.

" The next is flexibility. She's something that manovers a lot" Flexability was in a leather suit, much like Ellas, but a burgundy colour. Her eyes were bright burgundy as well.

" The next is speed. She can run like the wind." Speed was in shorts and vest with trainers that matched her amethyst eyes. Speed sped to suidward, laughing at the confusion on his face.

" The next is strength. Stronger than thr hulk, than any other being" Strength was in a playsuit and heeled boots, her topaz eyes alight with excitment. Strength was careful anx calculating, and walked over to Peter to lift the heavy weight of his legs. Life then healed him with the touch of her fingers, which glowed white.

" The next is emotion. She can control people's minds and make them feel" Emotion was bubbly. One eye was bright yellow, the other a navy blue. Her suit was like a swimming costume with shorts. It was navy blue with a star patten along the hips, like a belt. She stood by Iron Man, who just blinked at her.

" Did she just take away my fear? " He asked.

Ella nodded. " If she likes you she'll help you."

" The next is fire. She'll burn down anything or create warmth. She goes hand in hand wirh water, who can create and control anythibg to do with water. Earth tends to follow these around constantly. She can make flowers grow or talk to animal or create lethal weapons. Air is all around us, she can give, or take away. Leaving you helpless "

Fire was orange. Her bright orange, off the shoulder, floor length gown matched her flame like eyes. Her lips were drawn up in half a smirk. Water was in a wearing a baby blue dress. It had frills at the bottom were it ended just above her knees, and thin spaghetti straps. Her eyes were baby blue with a water droplet were the pupil should be. Earth was....different. One eye was a muddy brown the other a vibrent green. She was wearing a floor length gown, a green silk with bronze leaves that matches her eyes. Air's eyes were beautiful, they were a faint blue- almost white - and matched her daint faint blue dress that reached mid thigh. She had pale blue knee high socks with little clouds at the top. On her feet were pale blue tennis shoes. Air looked nicer than her fellow elements.

" The next is sence. She's good at heightening your senses, and know when danger is coming " Sense was a fuschia colour in jeans and pink shirt that matched her fuschia coloured eyes. She was chewing bubblegum and skipping around the room in pink converse, admiring everything in the room.

" The next is energy. She is bright, can create light or work together with life and speed." Energy was honey- bee yellow, in a bright child like dress, and yellow converse. Her eyes were matching her clothes.

" The last is death. She kills anything " death's face was hidden by a black hood, only her golden eyes visible. She was in a long black coat that reached her knees, with fishnet tights and gold 10 inch heals. She stared at squidward, and cocked her head.

Squidward smirked. " Nice show. Thanos will be ever so pleased that his d-"

Voice screamed. The sound was deafening makibg the furniture rattle. Everyone clutched their ears except Ella who stood calmly.

Death stretched out her hand. Dark smoke engulfed squidward who's eyes widened in fear. Blood started pooring out of his eyes, non existence nose and ears. The smoke wound up until he was no longer visible.

Ella smiled sadly, and clapped her hands. All of the stones went back into her suit. She turned to Peter, who's mask was still on, blood oozing through it. Ella crouched over to him.

" I need you to take your mask off spiderman" Peter panicked. If his mask was off she'd know who he was! He shuffled away, stumbling to stand up.

" Spiderman I need to heal you!" she cried as he walked away from her. She scowled.

" PETER FUCKING PARKER GET YOUR CUTE ASS BACK HERE!" She shouted. Peter froze, turning to face Ella with a shocked expression.

"You know me?" he asked stepping towards her. Ella winked.

" I'd recognize that ass anywhere Parker" she said absentmindedly, healing his face. She looked strait in his eyes and smiled.

" Make this out alive Parker, you can take me on a Date, how about that?" Peter smiled, his eyes lighting up like an adorable puppy.

" Yes. I'd like that." Peter said. Ella laughed at his hopeful face, kissing his cheek.

She took off, her red hair only just visable at the rafters where she sat, smiling softly at Peter, who was chatting to Mr Stark

" OH MY GOD THE ELLA ROSS JUST ASKED ME OUT! "

" Ok kid"

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Ella had fallen asleep on the balancing beans that supported the ship.

So when she woke up she was even more confused why an excited Peter was looming over her.

" We're here." he said guiding her to where they all stood.

They expected her to ask who Drax, Starlord and mantis were. She didn't. The first words out of her mouth were

" Where's Gamora?"

They stood stock still.

" Where's my sister?"

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Should I do part two? Comment if yes and I'll tag you

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(last updated 8/21/2022)

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