#WAR IS OVER♪♫

[scilou-mdr]

TBAF WILL NEVER EXIST AGAIN!

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞? || 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐚

part one: here || part two; i’ve been the archer

summary_ after returning from Egypt, you are set to marry your half brother Geta. When you fall in love with General Marcus Acaius, your brother tries everything to prevent you from slipping away from him.

warnings_CRINGE, age gap!, semi incest (do not romanticize irl) reader x Geta, drama, angst, VERY quick love confessions, implied SMUT +18

NOTES_ who’s afraid of little old me?, I just wished there were gallows in Ancient Rome, listen to my awful playlist for Marcus and the classic I have for Pedro bb.

♪ ♫ Pedro playlist + Marcus’s playlist ✰ Index (+ fics here)

If there was something you’d never miss… were the carmine sunsets. Those lasted more than usual. That kept the beginning of the night warm and made you the silent promise of another good day by the following morning.

It had been easy for your father to send you away as soon as your mother quit their marriage. Your brother was a big inconvenience and a hidden mistake that shattered your little wealthy family. Under the cautious look of the Roman Senate, your parents were still bonded in a strong marriage. But the truth was that your father never truly loved the woman who gave birth to you. Which led to your mother leaving for Egypt, a Roman Province. Soon after her departure, you were sent to Alexandria too.

Each day was a boost to your status. Learning a vast variety of languages and dialects, learning different types of dances, being able to handle weapons, and gaining control over the Egyptian cities, to help your powerful father; The Emperor.

You barely missed Rome. Your mother was a cold Empress that loosened all the knots your father could have tightened around you. Growing up used to the Egyptian parties, drinking the finest beer and bread. Taking occasional lovers since virginity was not a necessity for marriage in Egyptian society. One of those lovers specifically, was a tall warrior with sun-kissed bronze skin that transformed you into a woman in every aspect you couldn’t discover by yourself. It was a shame when he died after a bad injury during war.

In the present, being in your first years as a young woman, things were likely to change, and you were very aware of it. That didn’t stop you from having the time of your life in the vivid city of Alexandria. With very few friends, a dead lover, and a dream.

Every night you savored those carmine sunsets to pray to Venus. Perhaps your dream of finding a true love hadn’t happened yet due to praying to her instead to Hathor; the god of love in Egyptian territory. Nevertheless, you intended to marry a man who was ridiculously, recklessly, and borderline obsessed with you. You wanted to live the broken dream of your mother.

Until desires were abruptly paused one night. When you received a letter from your father.

“A letter from the Emperor. It is the wish of your father to have you back in Rome” Your walls crumbled into pieces. The face of shock was splashed all across your face as you listened to your mother.

“What motivated his decision?”

“I can assure you, I don’t know, my child,” your mother says vaguely, tending his favorite flowers inside the palace.

“Do not lie to me, mother” she sighs and suddenly, she starts crying. You don’t know what to do, but the sight unsettles you.

“He wants you to marry Geta…” your eyes get impossibly wide open, and you gasp in shock.

“My brother?” your mother nods. You pace back and forth, wondering why and how could your father come to that conclusion.

Although you were used to attending weddings in Egypt that came from a mother marrying her son, to a brother marrying his sister, it was… awkward. This was the boy that destroyed your family, the boy that would take half of your rights as heir was meant to be your husband and father of your children.

The mere thought scares you.

“Will you accompany me?” It’s the first thing you come up with.

“I must stay here since Egypt won’t have you now” You frown at her words. But your throat tightens, defying to produce tears that quickly threaten to spill everywhere.

“Be strong, remember everything I’ve taught you. No men will defy the tenacity of the emperor’s daughter.” you nod, your eyes prickling with fear that explodes in your chest.

“And in between, find the love I couldn’t keep, no matter what, y/n…”

“I’m seeing you again, Right, mother?” she nods, giving you a cold hug.

“I’ll always be here…”

For the first time, the carmine sunset does not bring you peace. Your mind is edging towards collapse as you approach Rome. As the light of the light leaves, you question everything. So many questions and nothing of time.

…

There were no shattered crystals after dinner as you expected. Your brother Geta welcomed you in Rome with excitement and it confused you even more. He gave you a short and personal tour of his newest garden and prepared the finest banquet made by all of the servants.

Geta is a sole copy of your father. Same mannerisms and style. Only behind his attentive look, you were aware of the sadistic man who talked to you with respect.

“Where is Father?” you ask him, sipping at your wine.

“An important meeting surged. He’ll join us tomorrow, we are preparing vast festivities”

“Festivities for what?” he smiles, you don’t like how compassionate and polite he’s being.

“Our marriage, soror” The heavy makeup on his face does everything to hide the truth of the narcissistic man he is.

You could swear he hated you because your mother was the sovereign empress and you the rightful heir. Your father just happened to have two wives and two kids at the same time.

And despite everything, you didn’t hate your brother. You despised her mother for drawing your own apart from your father. For convincing him to send you away from your solemn fair future. For transforming your brother into some incompetent who seemed to have a hunger for chaos and madness.

“I must thank you, for welcoming me… despite our background differences” It takes him aback. Geta expected a disheveled girl, a rebellious female who followed the ways of the savages; the Egyptians. But he encountered a bright and marvelous sister who tried to act with peace after being so far from home for so long.

“I wished we could’ve grown together, like a united family” you admit coldly, avoiding the whole marriage issue.

“We will be a family, y/n. I’ll make sure of that” he says hiding his lips in his cup of wine and it sends shivers running down your spine.

Geta sees how you stand up and politely push forward the chair you were seated in; excellent manners.

“As a tradition of mine, I’ll see the sunset and pray before going to rest. Please excuse me….” your brother nods, still processing your words as you leave the imposing place where you were born. You desperately need fresh air.

Near there’s a meadow with empty spaces. It’s just a piece of land that soon would probably serve to build another coliseum.

One thing is noticeable. Sunsets in Rome aren’t carmine… they are mauve. And for some reason, you can’t feel peace.

But you hold tight to your dream. Your happiness is what you’ve prioritized ever since a teenager.

That’s why you hadn’t failed a day to pray to Venus.

Venus, hear me, please. You whose care, throughout all the centuries, the unions of men and their lovers have been placed, what, I pray, have I come to merit? Release me from this uncertainty, gift me a lover, who will warm my heart for eternity. Venus, save me from the hells of my ancestries.

Someone touches your naked shoulder, it makes you gasp in horror.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” someone says. When you turn around, you are facing a man who’s incredibly taller and broader than you. He’s significantly older than you, but he’s graceful. The second he takes to appreciate the sunset as well is your chance to study his profile. Gorgeous classical profile.

“Excuse me, but… Who are you?” you ask, moving aside, leaving his hand that rested on your shoulder in the air. He noticed it.

“General Marcus Acaius… I wondered why a woman was here all alone” you know him. He’s the most successful general your father ever had. He was a concise warrior, even considered a killer.

Somehow, you couldn’t help but find some sweetness in his deep voice. By knowing him for just a second, you felt comfortable by his side.

“I take pleasure in appreciating the sunset…” your soft features intrigued him. You looked slightly different than most of the women he sees in Rome.

“I haven’t appreciated the sky since I was a kid”

“What a shame, General. You would find some peace hidden between the clouds” Your accent was slightly colder than everyone’s. You didn’t have the golden hair that usually meant power. He was infatuated and tremendously interested in the woman he was facing.

“I must know where you come from…” he says, paying attention to your eyes. You smile, touching the little pearls that fall from your pale blue dress.

“I was born here… but circumstances made Alexandria my home. I arrived last night…” his eyes show surprise. He analyzed your bracelets, made of pure gold. You had a leaf crown with tiny sapphires that shimmered around your head. It wasn’t hard to tell who you were.

“majestas… you shouldn’t be here” he mutters and you don’t even flinch.

“I can assure you, General Acaius… I rarely find myself in the position of damsel in distress” he chuckles and you are relieved to see he doesn’t carry a ring around his finger. It was happening so fast, you wanted to know everything about him.

“You may call me Marcus. Except when we are in the presence of your father or brother” you remember you are supposed to marry your brother. But it wasn’t official just yet. And you were quickly falling for this older and gorgeous General.

After a sweet battle or glances, he has to put down his sword. You notice the details and the signs of years of use it has.

“Is this the weapon you master the most?” he nods, noticing the dry blood around the edges.

“Indeed… I learned to wield it before I even went to school” You smile, nervous but eager to throw your next comment. He was speaking very softly towards you. But it was obvious that he was a reserved and serious man.

“I use the spear and axe” Your revelation leaves Marcus surprised. There were very few female gladiators, most of them being treated worse than common slaves. No female in the Roman hierarchy wielded weapons.

“You truly are one of a kind, majestas” As the emperor’s daughter, you weren’t supposed to ever wield a weapon. Contrary to that rule, you were required to learn about politics. In Egypt, you were free.

“Oh, don’t call me that… my name is Y/n”

“Precious name…”

His smile mixed with yours burst in an obvious mutual flirtation. After talking for about two hours, the moon is the only witness in the dark meadows, where Marcus and you kiss until your lips are swollen and he has hydrated him after days of dryness. He promises to keep close to you as his fingers slip under the fabric of your tunic. You swear to welcome his touch no matter what as your hand palmed his girthy length under his heavy armor.

That night both of you seal your fate. That night Marcus Acaius ignites a vivid fire inside your heart.

…

Often, you wondered if candles could run out due to the excessive use of them each night. At least thirty candles are illuminating the place. You patiently wait in the room Marcus had in the Emperor’s palace, seated on the edge of the bed. When the General comes out, he spots you at his resting place. Immediately, you frown at him.

“You said it was a minor injury” There’s a lot of dry blood on his shoulder. He had taken a bath… but the injury was there, uncomfortably lying over his skin.

“It is a minor injury.” He assures, sitting beside you on the bed.

It’s been only a couple of days since you met him… and you are already too keen on him.

“There are no gladiators where I come from. Only warriors… Generals only command their soldiers. We never used weapons as a spectacle”

“I’m starting to believe Egypt is a better place than Rome” you shrug.

“I miss my home. I miss the freedom. I can’t marry Geta…” you admit out loud for the first time. Marcus huffs, he doesn’t have a problem with letting you know he is jealous.

“Right… the wedding.”

“I have to marry him after all. Only that way I could share the title of Empress with him” Marcus sighs tired.

“Am I descending into madness for these strong feelings I have for you?” you turn to look at him. Your hand moves to the end on top of his.

“I look into your eyes… and I feel safe, Marcus” you admit, straddling him. Your fingers trace his beard as you lean to kiss him deeply. He reciprocates and holds your hips steadily.

It’s a wild moment to openly share carnal passion, but neither of you cares. You push him against the feathery pillows and continue kissing. His hair gets tangled around your fingers and his forearms and hands have disappeared under your dress. You start throbbing and he gets hard. But the moment is suddenly interrupted by some footsteps near the room. In a blink of an eye, you get away from Marcus and he stands up from the bed too.

“Use the trail at the end of the hallway. I’ll see you tomorrow, satis” he says, kissing your forehead before you quietly leave his resting place.

Some guards were wandering around the place as usual. You skillfully pass by them, using the trail Marcus told you. But it’s dark and very quiet, not even illuminated by torches. Your sandals barely make a sound against the floors.

So it’s a huge surprise when a hand covers your mouth and the next thing you feel is getting slammed against the wall. It didn’t hurt you but it was violent.

You gasp for air and encounter your half-brother. He has his golden crown and velvet robes, his face almost clean of tints that weren’t his natural skin.

“What were you doing with General Acaius?” You frown.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” his ginger hair is the only thing that shines in the dark trail.

“Quit the lie, soror. Has he made you impure?”

Oh dear brother, if you knew my purity has been gone for many years. But the truth was that Marcus hadn’t claimed you his yet.

“No. And it should not be a matter of importance to you” he chuckles.

Geta isn’t an idiot. He had seen the way Acaius looked at you during dinners. He noticed you came back to rest later than usual. And it was making him boil in anger. His disgust towards you before your arrival was strong. But after you turned to be a delight for his taste, Geta was burning for you.

“Oh, but it is a matter of importance to me. You are my future wife” he says, threatening to seal his lips with yours. The arm that was holding you still sneaked around your waist, applying a little too much pressure.

“Do you think I like the thought of other men touching or even smiling at you?”

Oh… so he was jealous.

His lips gently brush your neck as you set your eyes on the moon, waiting for the moment to be over. His touch is vicious, possessive, and harsh. The trail his lips have followed from your collarbones to your throat ends in your chin, mere inches away from your lips.

“If we can even consider this love… you have an odd way of showing it” he lets you go, the cocky smile on his face never leaving.

“Love or not… you are going to be mine”

“I’m also the heiress of the Emperor. We’ll see about that, Geta.” You spit bitterly, literally running away from him.

You have converted into an enemy for him. And you had to be ready to walk cautiously. Because you had changed your mind. Perhaps you would lose the crown… but weren’t going to marry him.

…

You missed dates so badly, but then the following morning, when a plate of them was included in the morning, you couldn’t resist. You are eating alone. Until the doors open and your father appears followed by two guards.

“Father…” you stand up, making a reverence to him. He smiles, extending his arms to hug you.

“I have wonderful news. We’ve arranged an encounter for you to demonstrate your abilities in combat” You are extremely confused.

“What?” Your father sighs, breaking the hug.

“I’m aware you performed in celebrations back in Alexandria. This is just the perfect opportunity to show the senate and council you are a prepared lady to receive the title of Empress one day…”

“Father… as much as I appreciate the intention. I’ve performed as a way to train for battle; gods forbid us from having to go to war, but… here, your soldiers and slaves fight for the mere feeling of feeding the greediness of hierarchy. I can’t do that…”

You weren’t a target for the empire to show off. You were more than just a woman with the ability to carry a weapon. You valued your freedom. And ever since arriving in Rome, day by day, you feel that you keep slipping away from it.

“The decision is taken. Heavens know why but the official announcement of your engagement with Geta remains being delayed. Hence, I won’t turn the Senate and council against me when there's no need. I may only wish you good luck, dear” You remember Marcus. He could have voted against the encounter. He was the General.

Suddenly you are bursting in anger, making the coldest reverence to your father as he leaves.

Your angry steps lead your way to Marcus. You found him taking a rest on a nearby balcony. When he spots you, his smile vanishes.

“You couldn’t impede that brainless idea of me participating in a combat?” Marcus has to sigh, placing his hands on his hips. He was expecting your anger to be honest.

“I couldn’t say no. If it did, they would suspect. I already have your brother behind my back all the time” You can fight him because he’s right. But it doesn’t dissipate your anger.

“You are going to be fine. I may be able to arrange the rules. I can choose the gladiator that will fight you, but your father and brother have the last word. What weapon do you want to use?”

“The spear…” he nods.

“Female gladiators tend to wield the bow and sword. You can easily disarm her…” you are not scared, you are just frustrated.

“Teach me the methods warriors use here…” you mutter. Marcus nods, taking your hand and giving an apologetic look.

“You will win, my dear.” His fingers place some strands of your hair behind your ear, it melts your anger and transforms it into peace. You want to scream how much you desire him. But you must retain your feelings given the hatred days you were living.

“Let me thank you for the training in advance, General,” you say, getting on your knees.

“Good girl…” Marcus whispered as soon as your tongue started working on him.

…

The usual crowd in the Colosseum couldn’t be compared with the amount of screams and cheers from the people watching the emperor’s daughter fighting one of the greatest female gladiators in Rome; Calista.

The sandy floors were covered in an elegant tapestry that marked the square where the show was occurring.

You are sweating, there's blood running down your chin and you can’t breathe correctly. Calista was ordered not kill you, but for some reason, she seemed to be personally trying to knock you out.

She had a helmet and armor in gold and red. But it was hard to deny everyone was invested in the attire you wore. A golden mask of Neith, the god of war that covered your face and a gold vest and bare shoulders. Everyone thought you were insane for that.

You remember all the things Marcus told you. Soon after your father started the encounter, you learned gladiators were blinded by the necessity of seeing blood on their rival instead of following a technique of combat.

Calista’s sword is sharp enough to give you a long cut by the movement of a soft swatch. You yelp in pain and she kicks your ribs, making you fall to your knees.

Marcus stands worried from his seat, but he soon returns to his place after making eye contact with Geta, who sends daggers with his eyes. Marcus understood your brother was insane when he disapproved of the gladiator he had chosen. Geta picked the most sanguinary and violent warrior to fight you.

Marcus couldn’t do anything. But he was impressed by your skills. He sighed with joy everytime you slipped from Calista’s touch. Even your father was displaying a face of proud.

But it’s not the same for you. You enter in panic, knowing you are at full mercy, almost dropping your spare. Your father is about to stop the encounter. The crowd is impossibly louder. You want to throw up. The sweat mixed with nausea, the cold air of the night, and the dryness in your throat are too much to handle. But you refuse to lose. With the sharp edge of the spare, you cut Calista’s calf. She’s startled, ready to strike back when your leg pushes her on her back. The heavy sword she carries makes a loud noise. Her skull crushes against the floor. It gives you enough time to stand, place your foot in her throat and point the spare against her forehead, ending the encounter.

The cheers are disgustingly excessive. But you’re done. You did what your father asked. You take off the mask and look at your brother in anger. Geta offers you a fake smile. He was surprised to see you were able to slip away, from his evil plans, from defying your father.

You offer your hand to Calista, but she refuses. She looks like she wants to kill you. But she only reverences your family and leaves.

Everything is forgotten when you set your eyes on Marcus. You want to smile and run to his side. He sees you with adoration. He sees the reincarnation of Psyche in you. A woman who Marcus swears it’s even more graceful than Venus and Persephone themselves.

Marcus Acaius makes a decision; He must marry you.

…

After a banquet, your bones and muscles ache with each movement you make, but you run towards Marcus. You need to see him after such a long day. He waits for you in the secure spot of the farthest tower. His light robes and leaf crown are securely dressing him when you spot him. The gold in his attire matches your bronze bracelets and indigo dress.

He’s the man you desire. He’s the man that had offered you a real demonstration of affection. He wasn’t trying to manhandle you like everyone before did. It’s more than enough to make you think your prayers to Venus have worked. You collide in his chest, giggling.

“I love you”

Both of you say at the same time. It leaves you shocked. Marcus smiles and you have to kiss him to believe it’s real.

“I promise you… we’ll be together” you nod dying out of happiness. He kisses you back and you feel you want to cry out of happiness.

What feels like a second was an hour of kissing.

And Geta was able to witness some of that time. Drowning in a monstrous wave of jealousy, he ran towards the Emperor to accuse you of adultery. But it was too late, your father was out of the city for the rest of the day. Geta is beyond enraged with the news. So he sends part of his father’s cabinet to a brothel, hoping his evil plan would work.

Later, when he finds you going towards the garden, he fastens his pace to harshly grab your forearms and stop you.

“That General is no good for you.” He spits with disgust as you squirm away from his touch.

“Neither are you” you fireback, stepping backwards.

“Go find him. You should know he just uses you to have our father’s approval. So I insist you, go find him and see what kind of man he is after you leave his bed” You raise your hand ready to slap him, but you don’t. You simply turn away and keep walking.

Geta’s words echo through your mind. You question him, valuing the honesty of his words. Marcus was a man after all. There wasn’t a perfect man nor a perfect woman, but you liked to believe there was still good in the hearts of the people.

Perhaps Marcus would be disappointed by your mistrust. But the uncertainty of his loyalty was something you couldn’t risk.

That night, you go out in a linen cloak, hunting the man you love. The guards won’t know you went out prowling around the city.

It’s late, but not for the city. Although is not crowded, there are a lot of people in the market. You let yourself wander across the place. There’s handmade stuff that women and kids sell. It makes you think about power and how not all of the people had it. If you ever became Empress, you wanted to see a prosperous and bright city. You want to ensure them with security and peace. You want to get rid of eccentric stuff, including gladiators.

The sound of music along with laughter draws your attention to a specific place. At first glance, you think it’s a tavern. But as your feet made it to the entrance, you gasped in shock. There are more men compared to women. The females are scattered around the place. Some feed grapes to men. Others dance and use their bodies to charm. All of them have their chests bare, showing their breasts and silver bracelets. It shocks you to see some of the females naked, kissing between groups of four or more and almost fucking them at the sight of everyone. The wine smells cheap, the whole place smells like sweat and sex combined.

You see from afar a large table of men. Your eyes look at the head of the table and it causes a great mix of confusion and intrigue. Because it’s your Marcus who’s seated with those men. He talks and looks seriously intimidating with his sword resting on the table. Your heart starts racing as a woman gets closer. She raises her hand to touch him. Marcus turns to look at the woman. She has short blonde hair, pale skin, and purple fabric that barely covers her body. Your eyes water at the sight. Your lover, who promised find the way to be with you hours ago is there, surrounded by naked women and you can hear him cursing. When the blonde woman is about to sit in his lap, you leave the place running away. There’s not even time to tear yet, you are completely covered in shock and disgust.

Soon you are back. You gasp for air, opening the doors of the place you call home. Two guards let you enter and you throw your cloak to the floor. When you look at the end of the long hallway, you spot Geta talking with his counselor. At the sigh of you, he indicates the man to leave. You want to leave him behind so bad, you avoid his eyes but it’s his voice that stops you.

“I told you so…” he says with an evil smile.

“Be quiet…” his laugh is loud and it angers you more.

“He doesn’t care about you. Acaius only cares for power. He could never love you-“

“SILENCE!”

You push him towards the granite bench behind and he is taken aback.

Even more when you lean to smash your lips with his.

It’s disgusting. There’s no care, only two individuals fighting for control in the lips of each other. Even the beetroot juice you applied hours ago has transferred to your chin and Geta’s. His hand is resting with pressure on your nape, and you slightly pull his hair, making him groan before kissing you even harder.

Just when you are about to sit in his lap, you stop. You look at him in horror. There’s no way you just kissed him. That you almost succumbed to his touch. But you remember Marcus with that woman. What were you doing?

Geta sees you quietly crying before standing up from the bench and watching you bolt.

You run to the meadows. The place where everything began. And at that moment, you realized you had completely failed.

Fighting in that encounter with Calista for what? Unnecessary approval of men who would surely die before you birthed your first child.

You pleased your father to live in peace for what? To carry the weight of a narcissistic brother and a traitor lover.

Your prayers were in vain. The love you wanted to find was over before it even started. Because it wasn’t real. You should’ve stayed back in Egypt. Maybe you should have married Geta on the first day. At least whatever he did to hurt you would have a payback. But with Marcus, it resulted in an excruciating pain that you had never felt before. Which makes you feel so ignorant and brainless. All that ego your mother had helped you build collapsed at that moment. You just wished for a remedy. Which for sure didn’t exist. But there must be a way, to make everyone feel at least a drop of what you have.

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part two or what? (Literally didn’t add the part I wrote for the sneak peak lol)

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[shira-cosmic-star]

Are you still taking requests? If yes, may I humbly ask for some headcanons for Zenji, Lyca, Rui, Alan, and Tohma overhearing the reader humming to themselves either out of boredom or as a coping mechanism after speedrunning a traumatic event doing a mission. They also have a really sweet and soothing singing/humming voice.

The Sweet Melody

Zenji, Lyca, Rui, Alan, Towa, and Tohma hearing MC humming.

I had another request that was with the same character but instead of Zenji, they asked for Towa. So I combine the two requests. I hope you both love this HC.

Warnings: using YouTube for the songs

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Zenji:

You have finished all of your classes for the day and was sitting outside in the courtyard of the school. The gentle breeze brushing through your hair. The warm sunshine beaming on your face. You sat with your eyes closed as you soak in the sun. Your legs spread out in front of you as you leaned back on your two hands. A small gentle tune fills the peaceful air as you hum the song, “The Wreckage,” by Alex G.

You don’t normally hum or sing out in public, but there wasn’t many students nearby. So what people don’t know wouldn’t hurt. Right?

Well little did you know. A tall sweet handsome man, just so happens to be walking in the courtyard. The sweet melody had caught his attention. So he followed the sound. There he sees you, bathing in the warm sun. He was captivated by the beauty he was seeing. He slowly walks up to you and sits next to you.

“My dear sweet doll, what song are you humming to?” You pause to tell him what song it is.

“What a beautiful voice you have! Please May I hear more? Maybe actually sing it?” He pleaded, you were a bit hesitant. But you started to sing. Once more you closed your eyes. Only this time, you were actually singing.

He loved it, the song choice. Your sweet voice. All of it. It makes him feel relaxed and happy. It even inspired him to make another song himself.

Maybe this time, he’ll sing to you instead.

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Lyca:

You came over to the bar to help Rui and Lyca. It was closing time and you and Lyca were almost finished. Once you both were finished with the clean up. You walked Lyca back to his dorm. While on your way to the dorm. You started to hum. The night was a bit chilly, but calm.

Lyca didn’t have much to talk about so he stayed quiet. Once you started to hum the song, “Wars of hearts,” by Ruelle. “ It had caught his attention. Not because you were awful. He was just simply curious. He stays quiet but fully paying attention to your voice. Soon as you reached his dorm. He stops at the door and turns to face you.

“Oi, what was that sound you were making?” He had asked

“Sound? What sound?” You hadn’t realized you were humming while walking.

“The sound you were making with your mouth while walking.”

“Ohhh, humming! Sorry didn’t realize I was doing that. I sometimes hum a song when I’m bored or something.”

“Song? Can you do, whatever you are doing, for me?” He had ask a little quieter than his normal tone. He wanted to know the words of the song. He wanted to hear the words from your lips. You had smiled at him and nodded your head.

He laid down on his bed and hugs his blanket. Once you started to sing, he paid close attention.

That was until your voice had lulled him into a peaceful slumber.

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Rui:

You were a bit shaken up from the mission you had went on with Rui. Things had gotten a bit out of hand and it shook you to the core. While the anomaly had grabbed you and another girl. You were now trapped inside its belly. Afraid and slightly hurt by the acid on your leg. You had begun to sing your favorite song to calm your nerves. It was a song you loved since childhood. You parents would often sing this to you when you were scared or crying.

So as you held onto the girl you have tried to save. You began to sing, the song of your choice was, “I won’t,” by Alex G. With Lyca’s strong senses and abilities as a werewolf. He and Rui was able to find you both quickly. Your voice had helped him too. Once arriving in front of the anomaly. Rui hears a small voice within. The sound of your singing had made his heart flutter.

Lyca cuts through and pulls you both out. You were relieved, but hoped that they didn’t hear your singing. Lyca had heard you sing before. But it was Rui you were thinking about. After the mission ended, you all headed home. Rui brought up the song he heard you sing. He showered you with compliments about it and asked your to sing at his bar.

You denied the offer, but he hopes that he’ll hear you sing again.

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Alan:

You were at Vagastrom waiting on Alan to finish working on the cars. You were sitting on the couch. It was just the two of you. So as you were scrolling through your phone. You were listening to music. Singing softly, you were sing a pop version of, “I won’t say (I’m in love), a!ka verison.

Alan was listening to you sing the words. It confused him a little bit at first, but continued to work on the car. He finds your voice soothing, much different than the music Leo or someone else would blast. Your voice was soft and gentle. Yet it was beautiful to him. It helps him relax and focus, rather than worry about other things at the moment.

The more you came over and it was just the two of you. He would hope that you sing to him. He’s a bit shy to ask, but he does tell you. That you have an amazing voice. This gives you the comfort to sing or hum around him. He would sometimes stop working and just rest. If you were to stop singing when someone comes in the room. He wouldn’t push it.

You even realize that he held a small smile as you sang to him.

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Tohma:

Tohma and Jin has asked you clean around. A bit irritated, you do it anyways. You were heading to the laundry room to wash Jin's clothes. You had your earbuds in while listening to music. While walking down the hall. You were singing the song, “Please please please, by Sabrina Carpenter.”

Tohma was walking down the hall when he hears you singing. Stopping at the door. While your back was turned as you placed the clothes in the washer. He listens to you, he held a smile as he watches you bob your head side to side to the music.

After you started the washer you turned around to see Tohma. You screamed and softly laughed in embarrassment.

“How long have you been there?” You’ve asked.

“Hmm only a few seconds.”Embarrassed, you couldn’t met his gaze.

“You have a lovely voice MC. I do hope to hear it again. Though I’m afraid I have matters to attend.” He simply bowed and walked away leaving you with your face red as a tomato.

“The things he makes me feel.”

Little did MC know, Tohma was now humming to the song he heard you singing too.

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Towa:

You were hanging out with Towa for the day. He had been patiently waiting to hangout and play with him. So to make it up to him. You decide to spend the entire day with just him. Both of you were cuddling under a tall tress as you talked about anything.

As a quiet moment takes over. It was peaceful and relaxing. Towa now moved to lay his head on your lap.

“Dandelion, sing me a song.”

“A song? Why would you want me to sing?” He had explain briefly that you once song Peekaboo a song to put him asleep. So now he wants you to sing for him. He pouts as he explains.

It was true, a week ago. You had helped Haru feed Peekaboo as he went to attend the other animals. Peekaboo, soon after he ate, didn’t want to be put down. So you rocked him to sleep as you sang to him. Towa was in the room and felt a little jealous. So now that he has you all to himself. He wanted to be spoiled too.

So then you began to think of a song. You had started to sing, “Waves, by Paige.” This made him incredibly happy. He quickly stands up and pulls you up to dance with him.

With pure laughter and smiles. You both dance around.

At a far distance was Ren and Haru with Peekaboo.

“They look like having fun.”

“ugh.”

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(More edited) (noticed a messed up on a few lines)

I really hoped you liked this. This was fun to make. I also hope you liked the song I’ve chosen for each of them. Feel free to request! If you liked it, please like, comment or reblog it! Take care 💙

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜☆

[l4zyb0n35]

I’M OKAY

PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Ghost has came back from a harsh mission, most likely beaten to the core, and his S/o arrives worried sick. But, Simon can reassure her that everything will be alright.

WARNINGS: Implied Relationship between Simon and Reader, Reader’s gender is female, Injury and Medical Descriptions, Hospital Setting, Emotional Distress, War/Military Themes, Angst (comfort at the end).

NOTICE: please don't copy or steal or translate any of my work or you will be haunted in your dreams and i will spawn something unpleasant at your porch the next day. But...thanks for liking my work !! >.< Property of @l4zyb0n35 and @genderlessdude92

Requests are open, support is highly appreciated!

〰ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ..。.:*･ﾟ♫₊ ♪ *♬‧₊enjoy!~

Nor Simon Riley or Ghost were a man of feelings. She was never a man of reassurance and all the ‘little things’ like that.

That is, until he met Y/n.

Y/n, who introduced him to feelings, who introduced him to reassurance.

And today was a day for both of those things.

Simon was laying in a janky hospital bed, drenching in what he learned to be called, ‘guilt’, after he received a call from his s/o, panicking over the phone on how he didn’t call her sooner.

He knew she would be worried sick, furthermore mad. And truthfully, so was he- well, not mad. Just worried sick, terrified even.

The mission was going somewhat smooth at first, just to catch some intel from a base in the coast of Mexíco. But, with that being said, he hadn’t expected to fall into an inferno along the way. After two days, he managed to dig himself out, covered in burns, most of which where on his body that wasn’t currently under direct sunlight. His bones ached, he head hurt, and even in the hands of the surgeons and doctors taking care of him post-mission, nothing is comparing to the guilt he has to this moment.

And then the door slammed open, emptying out a troubled Y/N and a slightly annoyed, slightly worried doctor following behind, trying to inform her of the injuries listed on his clipboard.

Simon noticed her presence as soon as they walked in, letting out a heavy sigh before the doctor started talking, the worry clearly written all over her face as she listened.

When the doctor left the two of you alone, finally, Y/n tugged a heavy sigh out her bones and turned to Simon.

“…It’s my job.” Simon said, already knowing what she’s going to say. He turned his head back to the wall in front of him he quite fondly stared at often.

“…I know, I just…” Y/n began, trailing off as she stood beside his bed anxiously. Her eyes fell to the clipboard she held in her hand, a small amount of reading material with his list of injuries still popping out to the couple in bold, almost mocking them.

“It won’t happen again.” Simon assured her, reaching out to gasp her hand in reassurance.

Y/n scoffed, putting the clipboard aside on the bedside table, “Si, we both know that…you’re gonna get hurt…on a lot of more missions…” Y/n said, trying get some eye contact with him as she turned his head towards hers softly. She looked sad, and he didn’t like that.

“…Well, then…” Simon began, rubbing her palm with his thumb, “…Think of it as…i won’t not call again. So you’ll know sooner, yeah?” He Explained. “Since we both know that there’s no getting out of…um…getting hurt.”

Y/n let out a tired chuckle, dragging a chair over to the side of the bed and sitting down, laying her head on the edge, just near his thigh.

“I’d like that.” She replied.

The silence fell between them as Simon began to rub her scalp through her hair, broken only by the soft, gentle beeping coming from the machine beside the bed. Y/n silently dozing off from all the stress, and Simon silently thanking the workers outside this room, roaming the hospital.

Those workers, somewhere in this god forsaken building, just doing their job, and Simon was alive because of it. And he thanked the heavens above for it.

As long as his dear S/o knew that everything would be okay.

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END NOTES: This is really short and i don’t like things being short so…smut for part two i guess. But don’t get mad if i go on a 2 month hiatus again. 👅

-Lynn ¸¸♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸¸¸♬·¯·♩ Masterlist Link

[asraxfile]

Could you please do minnie? (4,20,29 and 45)

Feathers and Kisses♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

sypnosis pillow fights and affectionate back hugs with Minnie after a long week genre fluff warnings established relationship, kissing scenarios no. 4 pillow fight and no. 20 back hugs and neck kisses dialogues no. 29 "Shut up" "Make me" and no. 45 "Look who's flustered now" word count 0.4k

A/n: Anon tysm for requesting this I hope I made it how you wanted, enjoy reading ^^

A freshly summer night occurred in the city as Minnie and you spent the evening at your apartment. It had been a long week, and both of you were looking for a place to escape all daily life struggles. Minnie with comeback preparations and you with your things too. The living room was shimmering in the soft glow of beige lights, making the vibe even warmer. As you sat on the couch, Minnie came back from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"You know," she began, handing you the bowl, "I've been thinking." she grinned, in a playful way but looking like she was onto something. 

"Uh-oh," you exclaimed, taking a handful of popcorn while reading her expression. "What’re you on to now?" 

Minnie giggled, sitting down beside you. "Oh, it's nothing bad. Just... what if we don’t watch the movie,” she took a pillow and held it next to her mischievous face. “and have a little fun?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and before you could ask what she meant, she threw the pillow at you.

"A pillow fight? Seriously?" You laughed, grabbing a pillow in defense.

Minnie grinned. "What? Are you afraid?"

"Shut up," you snapped playfully.

"Make me," she shot back, sticking out her tongue.

Before you knew it, you were both in the middle of a pillow war. Feathers filled the air as pillows exploded at the aggressive throwing at each other, your laughs echoing through the room. You managed to dodge one of Minnie's swings and landed a light punch on her shoulder. In a quick move, Minnie tackled you onto the couch, pinning you down with a proud grin. "Look who's flustered now," she teased, her face inches from yours.

Your heart raced as you felt the warmth of her breath against your skin. "I-I’m not flustered," you stuttered though the pink tint on your cheeks. Minnie laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sure, whatever you say." She let go and sat down next to you, catching her breath. "That was fun," she said, her smile widening as she looked over at you. "But I think we made a mess."

You glanced around at the living room, "Oh no!! don’t tell me,  I totally didn’t notice feathers all around”, you teased while grinning at Minnie. 

Minnie playfully rolled her eyes, resting her head on your shoulder. After a moment, she shifted, wrapping her arms around you from behind in a warm back hug. You could feel her breath against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "You know," she murmured softly, her lips brushing your ear, "I really missed spending time with you like this."

You leaned back into her embrace, feeling her warmth seep into you. "Me too," you whispered back, closing your eyes.

Minnie began to pepper light kisses along your neck, each one sending a tingle through your body. "I love you," she confessed through kisses, her lips barely leaving your skin. You couldn't help but laugh softly, feeling the tension of the week melt away. "I love you too" you replied, tilting your head to give her better access.

She continued her affection, her kisses growing softer and more affectionate. "Promise me we'll have more nights like this," she whispered against your skin. "I promise," you exclaimed, your voice filled with longing. You turned slightly to catch her eye, and she smiled, her eyes full of warmth and love. "Great then," she said, giving you one last kiss on the neck before pulling away from your embrace. "Now let’s clean this up." 

[eqlipwze]

𝗨𝗻𝗺𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗘𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀: 𝗔 𝗡𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲

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✧fem!reader x Kim Hongjoong

✧ genre: fluff, comfort (?)

✧ word count: 536

✧ warnings: reader is struggling with her health. There’s mentioned - depression, anxiety, insomnia, eating disorder, anorexia, anemia.

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In life, people often wear masks, hiding their struggles behind smiles and cheerful facades. Y/N was one such individual, the embodiment of effervescent energy and unbridled enthusiasm. To the world, she was the epitome of positivity, always radiating joy and enthusiasm. However, beneath that infectious smile lay a storm of emotions, a myriad of struggles that she kept concealed from those around her.

Y/N battled demons that remained unseen to the naked eye—depression, anxiety, insomnia, eating disorders, anemia, and anorexia. Each day was a silent war, a constant struggle to maintain the facade of the vivacious individual she portrayed to the world. She masked her pain behind laughter, concealing her internal battles with remarkable ease.

Amidst her turbulent journey, Y/N found herself at KQ Entertainment, where she worked alongside Hongjoong, a talented producer, on an upcoming project. As they delved into their collaborative endeavor, Y/N's facade began to crack, her body betraying the weight of her hidden afflictions. Dizziness enveloped her, yet she soldiered on, her resolve adamant to uphold the illusion of normalcy.

However, beneath the perceptive gaze of Hongjoong, Y/N's facade began to crumble. In a moment of vulnerability, her body succumbed to exhaustion, leaving her on the brink of collapse. Hongjoong's concern was palpable as he confronted her, seeking the truth behind her well-guarded facade. Despite her feeble reassurances, Hongjoong's intuition led him to take swift action, whisking her to the hospital in a whirlwind of worry and urgency.

As the doctor revealed the gravity of Y/N's condition to Hongjoong, a wave of emotions crashed over him. He was struck by the realization that Y/N had concealed her struggles from him, a poignant reminder of the vulnerability she harbored beneath her resilient exterior. The weight of her suffering tugged at his heart, igniting a fierce protectiveness that dispelled any lingering doubts.

When Y/N regained consciousness, she found herself enveloped in a tender embrace, startled by the tears that streaked down Hongjoong's cheeks. His raw display of emotion laid bare the depth of his concern and affection for her. In a moment of intimate vulnerability, Hongjoong conveyed his unwavering care and devotion, chiding her for shouldering her burdens alone.

Their exchange was punctuated by humor and genuine emotion, bridging the gap between their shared vulnerabilities. Through teary confessions and playful banter, Hongjoong bared his heart to Y/N, revealing a long-standing affection that mirrored her own burgeoning feelings. In a poignant revelation, Hongjoong confessed his admiration for Y/N, a sentiment reciprocated in kind, binding them in a newfound intimacy that transcended words.

As their lips met in a tender embrace, the unspoken truths that lingered between them found solace in the warmth of their shared affection. In that fleeting moment of connection, Y/N and Hongjoong forged a bond forged in vulnerability and empathy, a testament to the transformative power of honesty and compassion.

In the aftermath of turmoil and revelation, Y/N and Hongjoong stood united, their hearts intertwined in a tapestry of shared experiences and unspoken desires. Through their journey of vulnerability and acceptance, they discovered that true connection transcends facade, rooted in the raw authenticity of unmasked emotions and genuine affection.

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[mothervonmayhem]

Battle of the Bands

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Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

🕷Notable Characters: Hobie, Miguel, Gabriel, Gwen and 1st person pov OC / MC

🎸Premise: AU! The summer before college MC, Gabriel O'Hara, and Miguel O'Hara go on an international road trip with their metal band, Neon Requiem.  Destination?  BandFest, the Battle of the Bands in London guaranteed to secure the winning band a record deal.  They meet other ATSV characters along the way. 

🕷WC: 0:00 ————|——— -3,000 ↻ ◁ II ▷

🎤A/N: New Adult magical realism AU (obvi) brain worm that has grown from a 2-shot screenplay for some fun comics into a monster.  This fic is like Tremors in my brain.

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 ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : << Chapter 1 >> “Vous êtes maître de votre vie et de vos émotions, ne l’oubliez jamais. Pour le meilleur et pour le pire” 

The Rusty Nail's neon whir and raucous rhythms had been muted to a melancholy hum that evening, it was a ghost town, the emptiness of the dimly lit bar echoing with decades of unfulfilled longings. I nursed my drink, letting the smoky burn of liquor etch contours of quiet contemplation onto my throat as I surveyed the handful of kindred souls keeping solemn vigil. Life had been feeling heavy, and I needed to write, to make art, and to get lost in music.

At the far end of the bar hunched a beautiful wraith, his slim, angular frame sheathed in torn denim and studded leather. Something indefinable shimmered around him, unsung poetry, snippets of melodies, a symphony I could see and hear and almost touch. Drawn like a moth to the lambent glow of the music, I slid onto the stool beside the ethereal punk spectre. In my mind's eye, I crowned him the prince of punk, a fairy tale rebel.

Our bodies brushed intimately in the cramped space, raising ghosts of sensation along the exposed skin of my fishnets. "Wozzat, luv?" he murmured, kohl-rimmed eyes flickering over the point of contact with a soldering heat.

Mon dieu, {My God} Had I spoken my admiration aloud? A flush crept up my cheeks as I scrambled for a response.

"Désolé. Je répétais quelque chose pour ne pas l'oublier… Need to write it down before I lose it," {Sorry. I was repeating something so I wouldn't forget it…} I mumbled, a flimsy excuse for my wandering mind.

Fumbling through my bag, I pulled out my tattered notebook, fingers trembling as I scribbled down a scrap of verse inspired by the punk's incandescent presence beside me. I scribbled my observations in hasty strokes. The dying light of day bled into night, a liminal space that begged for a soundtrack. I could almost hear it, a melody just out of reach, shimmering in the smoky air.

"The liminal light of late afternoon, yawning into early evening…" I muttered, pulling on the strings of the melody, trying to draw it back to me. "I don't want to be loved for the things that I don't do. I don't want to be just a pretty face, I want to be a work of art…We are all just works of art."

The jukebox fell silent, making my mutterings around sift and strange, slightly unhinged---but the punk prince remained---his gaze heavy on my skin. I met his stare, unflinching. Unabashed curiosity flickered in eyes, wide brown and doe-like, framed by lashes so lush they seemed to blur the line between masculine and feminine, earthly and ethereal. I found myself dizzied by warring impulses - to flee this unsettling intimacy, or be consumed by it wholly.

He was a changeling, gorgeously androgynous: part punk Mona Lisa with a Cheshire cat grin, part Jean-Michel Baptiste, part force-of-fucking-nature. He made me feel like a background character in his story, could be a punk fairy princess, and I would be the dragon.

My thoughts raced, fragments of poetry and half-formed desires. I scribbled faster, chasing the threads of inspiration, but a nudge from my prince brought me back to earth.

Snatches of poetry, raw and unfinished, that I urgently longed to refine on the page before they dissipated like the last wisps of smoke in a spent ashtray. But the punk's aura dragged me too deeply into devotional reverie. I glanced up apologetically as my concentration scattered, the thread of inspiration slipping through my fingers once more.

The bartender had sprouted up directly in front of me, and she eyed me expectantly. Her hair was a shock of blue curls and silver streaks shorn close to her scalp, it made her eyes seem more gray. Her skin etched with lines that mapped out the years like a roadmap. I felt the familiar pang of a poem lost to the ether.

"Un…Jack Daniel's, s'il vous plaît," {A…Jack Daniel's, please} I said, no longer able to filter its lilt from my words, as I wasn't paying attention to dulling it.

"Blimey, that's a proper choice, innit? You 'ere for the battle of the bands event this week, love?"

"Oui, how did you know?" {Yes, how did you know?}

"Just a…sense," he demurred with a wicked grin. "Call it a punk's intuition, darling. I'm in the mix too, y'know."

The bartender chuckled as she set my drink down. "You mean because everyone is here for Bandfest? Don't listen to this one, lovey, he's incorrigible. The crowds will be in later on, but you're a bit early."

"Shh, Roz. Who's up tonight?" The prince asked, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Oh, you want insider information? What's in it for me?"

"Givin' away free tattoos, could autograph yer arm, love."

"I'll pass, thanks. The brackets are up in an hour anyway. It's Night Terrors vs. Death Rapture, Blood Prophecy vs. Cherry Bomb, Spider Punks vs. Neon Requiem…"

"Why are the punk bands going up against the metal bands?" I asked, just as the prince inquired about Phantom Pulse.

"There wasn't a lot of quality competition this year, or that's what the sponsors said, so they automatically advance to the semifinals since they won last year."

"Bollocks!" The prince cried, his outrage palpable.

"Oi Punk, you don't want to sign with Vic Luna at Zenith Music Group, anyway."

"Tu…ne le fais pas? Mais pourquoi?" {You…don't? But why?} The words tumbled out, my curiosity getting the better of me. At her blank stare, I repeated the question in English, heat rising to my cheeks.

Roz leaned in, her voice low, "Look kid, it's complicated…"

The prince rolled his eyes, a sneer playing at his lips. "Betrayed a lot of good bands."

"You don't need to remind me, Punk, I lived through it.  Despite the changes at Zenith Music Group, they still organize the annual Bandfest, which showcases both established and emerging talent in the punk and metal scenes. The event is highly respected within the community and provides a platform for bands to gain exposure and connect with fans," the bartender continued, her words stilted, rehearsed.

"Ay, and they are the sponsor bringing in your crowds." The prince's voice was sharp, laced with an emotion I couldn't quite place.

"The only time we're out of the red, punkass. We'd have to shut down if it weren't for the Battle." She said heavily, "Which is the greater evil, we are a place of refuge for several members of the community, not just you."

"You don't need to remind me Roz, I'm living through it.  Right, I'll stop ragging on the corporate sods for now, until you have some plausible deniability." He raised his hands in mock surrender, a bitter laugh escaping his lips.

"There's a good Punk." Roz smiled, sliding him another pint before retreating.

I made a mental note to warn my bandmates about Vic and Zenith's sordid history. We were in this for the music, not the money, no one played metal for the money--but it never hurt to be cautious.

"Roz is like the den mother of the London punk scene, a living testament to grit and resilience, and screaming yourself hoarse at basement shows. Dream t'be like her when I grow up. To listen without judgment, offer advice without preaching, and know when to slide a shot of whiskey across the bar and when to cut you off. She has a way of looking at you, really seeing you, like you matter… like you are more than just another face in the crowd." His voice trails off, heavy with emotion. He blinks and shakes it off. 

"Can I see it?" The prince's voice cut through our lost thoughts, his fingers reaching for my notebook.

I clutched it to my chest, a knee-jerk reaction. "Can you look into my very soul, like Roz?"

His smirk widened, that Cheshire cat grin that set my heart racing. He nodded, a challenge in his eyes.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he purred, and I felt my stomach flip. I repeated the phrase in my mind, first in French, then in English, just to be sure I'd heard him right. Wasn't this some flirty idiom?

"You have a book of poetry somewhere hidden in those skinny jeans, mon ami?" {my friend?} I ask, hesitant, double-checking his meaning. He flirts like others breathe.

In lieu of an answer, he produced a sharpie from thin air. Before I could protest, he had my arm in his grasp, his touch electric against my skin. I shrugged off my leather jacket, baring my arms to his ink-stained fingers. Roz chuckled as she set another drink before me, clearly amused by the prince's antics.

"You'll need it…I see you took this wanker up on the free tattoo offer. Don't let him draw any on your arms."

"Any? …Any what?"

"Wankers," she clarified with a laugh. It clarifies nothing, I need to study my British slang.

"I would not mar the flesh of such a beautiful and willing participant, Roz. Kindly fuck off," the prince mumbled around the sharpie cap clenched between his teeth.

Between the verses he scrawled, he peppered me with questions, his voice a giddy whisper.

"So, who's your poison, love? Which bands get your motor runnin'?"

"Ah, j'adore Rammstein, Gojira, et bien sûr, Motörhead. And so many others, doesn't even scratch the surface. Et toi?" {Ah, I love Rammstein... And you?}

"Proper choices, those. For me, it's the classics - Sex Pistols, The Clash, Buzzcocks. Real raw, in-your-face stuff, y'know?"

I leaned in, excited, but too close. I nearly jumped as my lips grazed the dusky shell of his ear. "Ah, un homme de bon goût! I've seen the Buzzcocks live, you know. Pure chaos, c'était incroyable!" {Ah, a man of good taste! I've seen the Buzzcocks live, you know. Pure chaos, it was incredible!}

"No bleedin' way! Metal chick like you? I'd give me left bollock to have seen the Sex Pistols live. But I did catch The Clash back in '07. Changed me life, it did."

"Lemmy, sans aucun doute. The man's a legend!" {Lemmy, without a doubt.} I declare into the bar.

"Oi, don't go disrespectin' Johnny, now! The bloke's a punk icon, 'e is!"

"You're a punk icon!" someone shouted from the back, but the prince waved them off with a grin.

"Oh, I didn't catch your name," I said, with a sudden shame, my brow furrowed.

"Everyone just calls me Punk. You can too. Just not dirty punk, we don't want to come to blows, do we, love?"

"I'd kick your ass, mon ami. Pas grand chose à donner, mon petit prince des fées… eh mon prince dégingandé, right? I would not describe you as petite even if you are skinny." {I'd kick your ass, my friend. Not much to give, my little fairy prince… eh my lanky prince, right?}

Miguel was at my side in an instant, all rippling muscle and furrowed consternation. "Carnalita, {little sis} why did you sneak out on practice just to drink in this hellhole?" he rumbled, disapproval lacing every sonorous word. Tenderness faded a bit.

I met his gruff chiding with an insouciant toss of my hair. "Salut, Miguel. Ça fait longtemps." {Hello, Miguel. It's been a while.}

"Is that Jack? No puedo mas… Carnalita…This shit is bad for you." {I can't take it anymore…little sis...}

"Je nais etre rond comme une queue de pelle. Tu es vraiment un trou de balle quand tu dis des choses pareilles!" {I would be round as a shovel handle. (Idiom, essentially she is saying ~ I was born to be drunk) You are really a dumbass when you say things like that!}

Miguel's grumbling stream of Spanish reprimands washed over me as I settled into our familiar dynamic - the tender yet terse cantata of friend and protector that had composed them score of our relationship since childhood. For all his bluster, I knew every arrhythmic cadence encoded Miguel's steadfast affection.

Only Gabriel's soft interjection could salve the rising discord. "You worry too much, Miggy. We've been practicing all week."

He cast me a plaintive glance, silently pleading for conciliation, and I grudgingly obliged with an internal eyeroll. "Qu'il aille se faire! C'est vraiment chiant tu te rends compte." {Let him go fuck himself! It's really annoying, you know.}

Heedless of my saucy french asides, Miguel merely drew a fortifying breath before continuing in that maddening timbre of unrelenting reason. "Gabri and I could have come out with you. You shouldn't go out alone in an unknown city - it's not safe for you, mi carnalita."

The prince leaned towards us with a lazy smirk, "S'not that serious. The Rusty Nail is safe enough." He paused as the bartender snorted in agreement before continuing, "We're keeping the lady safe, mate…you can trust me, I'm one of the Spider-Punks."

Miguel simply sneered at the prince's proffered handshake, dismissing it out of hand. "You have arms like sticks. How would you keep her safe?"

The punk's smirk widened as he shrugged. "Ah, one of those. Never skip leg day, eh bruv?"

I strangled a guffaw as Gabriel hastened to run interference, engulfing the punk's hand eagerly. "We've heard of you guys, the local punk band, yeah? Your drummer is…gahh…Ah-Mazing! You think we could meet?"

"You call that punk noise "rock"?" Miguel scoffed. "Metal is where the real skill lies…Real talent is in the complexity, the technical skill. Metal pushes boundaries, takes you to new places. Punk's just three chords and an attitude."

I rolled my eyes. At this rate, I'd have to drag Miguel out before he started a brawl.

"Ah, mais non, Miggy. There's art in simplicity too. Punk, metal, it's all about the energy, the message, non?" {Ah, but no, Miggy. There's art in simplicity too. Punk, metal, it's all about the energy, the message, right?}

Miguel grunted, but squeezed my hand.

I stood, motioning for him to lean in close. "Allez, let's save the competition for the stage, d'accord? I learned some things about the record company. We should talk in private." {Come on, let's save the competition for the stage, okay?}

The prince unfolded himself, towering over me. "Tell you what, mate. Let's settle this on stage. We'll let the crowd decide who's got the real chops," he challenged.

Gabriel chimed in, "Pero, mana's right, Miguel." {But, sister is right, Miguel.}

Miguel looked ready to explode, but Gabriel's eyes held him in check.

"Music's music. Let's just focus on putting on a good show, and maybe we can learn something from their band, eh?" Gabriel said.

The prince leaned in, lips grazing my cheek. "Aye, love. Can't wait to teach your wall of meat here a thing or two. How about we give 'em a show they won't forget…later?"

I grinned, "Oui! A collaboration? Here… Ça ne casse pas trois pattes à un canard…mais, pour vous. I want it back later." {Yes! A collaboration? Here…It doesn't break three duck legs (Idiom ~ It's nothing special) …but, for you. I want it back later.}

The lanky punk sauntered off, his studded boots leaving faint trails of glitter on the barroom floor. Miguel's scowl deepened as he watched him depart, fists clenched tightly.

"Is that your poetry notebook?" he growled, voice rumbling low.

"Yes, I traded it to the punk faerie for these tattoos, I smirked, revealing the vine-like scrawl of ink now adorning my flesh like raised scars from whipping brambles.

Miguel's face darkened further, storm clouds gathering at my words. "The one you never let anyone touch or read…"

His voice strangled to a whisper, and I could not parse the complex calculus of emotions flitting behind his eyes

Gabriel placed a calming hand on his brother's arm.

"Easy, hermano {brother}. He's not worth it," Gabriel said in a soothing tone.

"Be nice, Punk is a good guy. I like him," I countered softly, a warm glow blossomed within me as I realized my entire arm was now a crawling garden of sentences entirely in French.

Miguel opened his mouth, undoubtedly to unleash a heated retort, but Gabriel cut in, "Should we go look at the brackets to see who we're facing?"

"It looks like my entire arm is covered with quotes from The Little Prince, which happens to be my favorite book. It's actually quite a sweet gesture," I said softly, fingertips grazing the raised words like treasured runes.

With renewed curiosity, I examined the ink quote now etched on my skin: "Vous êtes maître de votre vie et de vos émotions, ne l'oubliez jamais. Pour le meilleur et pour le pire." {You are the master of your life and your emotions, never forget that. For better or worse.}

I didn't mention the lone scrawl that could have been a phone number hidden amidst the literary foliage now vining my limb. Miguel was in full-on Dad mode, and I didn't need to add fuel to that particular fire.

"I already know the competition for the quarterfinals, we don't need to waste our time. Come on, manos {used as slang for brother}, we're going to kick some ass!" I giggled brightly, elated at my new 'tattoos' scrawling up my arms. I didn't put my leather jacket back on, I didn't want to cover any of it up.

Miguel's glare never wavered, his eyes fixed on the far side of the bar where the prince had disappeared into the crowd. "Don't tempt me. Let's go, carnalita {little sister}, time for practice."

With a resigned sigh, I surrendered to my brothers' insistent tugs, allowing them to lead me from the Rusty Nail. But the punk prince's parting words still reverberated through my mind like the lingering notes of a siren song. Later, he had purred, that single hushed syllable seeming to contain all the intoxicating lure of a siren's call - equal parts velvet promise and brazen challenge, twined inextricably into an enchantment I could not resist. The whole damn bar was a sailor's nightmare.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4

[trollsedits]

Hi, I really liked the brozone as the weeknd song headcanons can you maybe do one for Lana Del Rey I really loved listening to her song heheh I don't know if you ever heard of her song but I suggested you do haha

Also take your time I understand that you have school and stuff to do no rush at all! looking forward to reading it

Awww! I’m so glad you liked it anyways I absolutely love Lana del Rey I listen to her song 24/7 I would lock myself in my room and just listen to her song all day and night I love her soft songs 💕

Anyways I was debating whether I should do brozone as her album or just song but imma stick to songs just like what I did with the weeknd anyway so I hope you like it!!

(Also thanks for being so patient with me I know school work and life is so hard for me but thanks for understanding and being super patient I do apologize if it taken me this long to get back to you 💕)

Brozone as Lana Del Rey Songs ♫♪:

Again I’m going off base on what song I think fits them not base off their personality (well maybe) but yeah again if you don’t agree with my song choices for them I’m sorry but it just how I think fits best for them :)

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John Dory:

-Off to the races

-Ride

-how to disappear

-doin’ time

-the greatest

-change

-tomorrow never came

-fucked my way up to the top

-old money

-lucky ones

-freak

-god knows I tried

-young & beautiful

-thunder

Bruce:

-Love

-Lust for life

-beautiful people beautiful problems

-Coachella- Woodstock in my mind

-California

-happiness is a butterfly

-wild at heart

-Honeymoon

-love song

-paris,Texas

-13 beaches

-say yes to heaven

-violets for roses

-god bless America- and all the women in it

-take me home,country roads

-looking for America

-burning desire

-Cola

-lost at sea

Clay:

-Body Electric

-money power glory

-million dollar man

-don’t let me be misunderstood

-the blackest day

-Textbook

-summer bummer

-not all who wander are lost

-dealer

-living legend

-for free

-Cherry

-west coast

-born to die

Floyd:

-summertime sadnesses

-ultraviolence

-video games

-blue jeans

-pretty when you cry

-radio

-gods & monster

-yayo

-music to watch boys to

-art deco

-swan song

-white mustang

-in my feelings

-heroin

-fuck it I love you

-chemtrails over the country club

-breaking up slowly

Branch:

-dance til we die

-dark but just a game

-without you

-when the world was at war we kept dancing

-high by the beach

-diet Mountain Dew

-national anthem

-dark paradise

-cruel world

-if you lie down with me

-let the light in

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Anyways, thanks again for the request Anyways if you want to request me just click under my profile “Ask me anything”

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Like + Follow are very much appreciated! ✨

[theseventrumpets]

A loud, trumpeting sound goes across the entire Plain. All cats are overwhelmed for a moment by an ethereal sense, something that they can't control and can't find the source of. The sky pulses white for a moment, but no one can tell if it was a hallucination or not.

♪ ♫ The Seven Trumpets Sound,   ♫ ♪

The cats of the Plain have experienced a lot of loss recently. With the Red suffering an attack from one of their own, the Pale discovering a monster in its depths, an illness finding its way into Black, and the White having its final battle with the raccoons, things don't seem to be going too well for them.

Trouble stirs, as Calandivaspade heightens tensions with the Red Face, Volcanicdiamond, bringing the two decks ever closer to war, while Turnclub suffers from losses after a war with raccoons, and his only ally, Aegisheart, is dealing with a mysterious disease with no cure. How will the canaries escape the coal mine when there's no exit in sight?

►► The First Trumpet Sings. ◄◄

This RP has been running for 10 months now, and after 3, I finally make the announcement that we are OFFICIALLY IN THE 1ST ARC!!!! THIS IS SO EXCITING!!! I have never run anything on this big of a scale before, and I hope so desperately to create a memorable experience for everyone involved. All of my members and moderators mean SO SO MUCH TO ME. It is truly amazing to me to see your creativity shine, and all the wonderful characters you've made so far. I'd love to see even more as time goes on!!

Now, of course, there's still room for those uninitiated. The current plot needs to be updated on the website, but if you hop in the server, you can get some pretty decent rundowns from fellow members if you're interested! You must be 18+ to join, there's no applications, and there's little to no restriction on the kinds of cat characters you can make in here.

If you’re interested, read below the cut to see more in-depth details about the server and story, or check out the links right below to get started on reading the lore, about the Decks, and so on. To join the RP, just go ahead and click the link to the Discord server! After you’re in, wait some time for our mods to check you over, and give you permission to join. I would love to see a batch of new members and potential helpers/mods in this first arc, so please please PLEASE take a looksie at my story, and I hope to see you there!!

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"We picture seven swinging branches, with seven swinging bodies--seven singing trumpets, with seven seals to come! We shall overcome!"

Here’s what you can expect from this RP:

► Oh god, there’s elemental magic built into the cats. ► It all takes place entirely in a world of my own, so there’s a shitton of worldbuilding! ► Paranormal and supernatural activities, including Gods and ghosts from the grave! ► Non-feline animals are allowed in limited quantities! ► There’s no Starclan, just Ad Infinitum and it’s subsections! ► A completely overhauled and hand-crafted Warriors ranking system! ► A mostly liquid time based RP, both in events, roleplay, and aging! ► Morally dubious and evil characters allowed in certain quantities! ► Neurodivergent/mentally ill/physically disabled characters are allowed with no restrictions or paywalls! ► Currency system to add rare traits to your cats, AND MORE! ► Occasionally fun games and events to earn you points for currency, as well as to bond with your fellow server-mates!

The Seven Trumpets is an 18+ horror Warrior Cats Roleplay based around the concept of a biblical apocalypse, inspired by the album 'Until The Horror Goes' by the band John Congleton & The Nighty Nite. It uses a lot of horror themes, though mostly focuses on psychological horror and the idea of unreality and fear, and how those can drive characters to survive, or cease surviving entirely.

This RP will focus on some darker topics, and gore will be featured from time to time. This RP may not be for the faint of heart, and I encourage you to make sure you can handle psychological horror before coming into this server! Although this RP is horror themed, it will not be purely angst and hardship. As the goal of the story is to stop an apocalypse, there will be themes of hope and light coming through the darkness, and characters finding the strength to keep pushing on even when everything is against them. Don't expect this server to be purely dark with no happiness, as that just wouldn't be fun for anyone to constantly deal with anxiety and pain and suffering all the time!

[myreygn]

hey rey! i have a few different characters/ships for your ask game so feel free to choose which to do!

1. shin soukoku

2. dazai & odasaku

3. geto

4. kunikida

5. giyuu

hope you have a great day/night! (btw i’ll get cracking on your most recent request for lee geto and ler gojo 😉)

oh oh oh very interesting options! i'll see if i have something for these!

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shin soukoku: Fever Dream (Palaye Royale)

can you see the words i'm up here trying to preach // no need to cry, you'll never find me trying to leave // i can see that you're in pain from your pale and lifeless face // so let go and float away

it just has this vibe of hey we're both tangled up in this net of lies that other people tell and wars that other people fight and maybe together we're gonna be strong enough to end all of this

dazai & odasaku: Savior II (Black Veil Brides)

and every word that came from you has carried me // so i'm trying my hardest to be what you made // like a court jester, my smile won't fade // giving it all, rising to fall to my grave // answer the call, living in thrall, you're the one born to save

is it not giving dazai right after oda's death?? just a little bit?? their relationship is so special to me actually i don't talk about them enough (also i was so close to taking loser baby from hazbin hotel i'm sorry 💀)

geto: Joan of Arc (In This Moment)

you can crucify, you can nail me to your cross (light me up, light me up) // you can find me guilty for everything you lost (light me up, light me up) // go ahead, blame me for your sins // go ahead and sacrifice me // i'll be your martyr, i'll be your joan of arc

is this a good time to tell you that i never actually watched jjk? 😭 idk if this fits i feel like it does from the little knowledge i have but you need to tell me if it makes sense i'm so sorry (also yey thank you for writing the request!!)

kunikida: Das Herz eines Drachen (Feuerschwanz)

du hast das herz eines drachen, glühend wie gold // flieg in die schlacht, so edel und stolz // du hast das herz eines drachen in deiner brust // kämpf bis zum schluss // und irgendwann wenn wir verglüh'n // halt ich es fest, weil ich es spür // dass dein starkes herz sein feuer nie verliert // denn dein drachenherz schlägt weiter, tief in mir

i feel like it's often overlooked how much the ada members admire kunikida and this feels like it fits his leader personality so well idk. i'm recommending this song a thousand times and here's a translation for you to make you consider listening to it lol:

you've got the heart of a dragon, glowing like gold // fly into battle, so noble and proud // you've got the heart of a dragon inside of your chest // fight 'til the end // and one day when we burn out // i'll hold onto it because i sense // that your strong heart will never lose its fire // and your dragon heart will keep on beating inside of me

giyuu: 99 Luftballons (Nena)

99 jahre krieg ließen keinen platz für sieger // kriegsminister gibt's nicht mehr und auch keine düsenflieger // heute zieh ich meine runden // seh die welt in trümmern liegen // hab 'n luftballon gefunden // denk an dich und lass ihn fliegen

yes it's german again my apologies and there's technically an official english version of this (99 red balloons) but honestly it's a pretty bad translation. it's a song about war being horrible and unnecessary and how we should strive for peace, the balloons being a metaphor for countries firing their weapons over every little thing, and honestly this part i put here reminds me of giyuu and sabito, or giyuu thinking about sabito post canon:

99 years of war left no room for winners // there are no more ministers of war and no more fighting jets // today i'm making my way around // i see the world lying in ruins // i have found a balloon // i think of you and let it fly

[samerith-gets-scared]

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✩ ✩ ᶦᶠ ʷᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵘᵗᵘᵃˡ ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗˢ/ʰᵒᵇᵇᶦᵉˢ/ᵉᵗᶜ ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ ^^ (16/17-20 only)

Marvel | DC | Playstation 4 | Nintendo Switch | Nintendo DS | Wii U | Wii | Android | Comics | Video Games | Music | Drawing (trad + digital) | reading (comics + regular chapter books) | OCs | Vulture Culture | Photography | Geocaching | Collecting (comics, funkos, figurines, CDs, others etc.) | Kandi maker (mostly single bracelets) | Watching YouTube | Buzzfeed Unsolved | ARGs | Sci-Fi | Fantasy | Psychology | True Crime (not in an ew disrespectful way) | Internet Drama | + others

Resident Evil | Kingdom Hearts | Skyrim | LOZ | LOZ BOTW | Super Mario Bros | Super Smash Bros | Kirby | Little Big Planet 3 | Sackboy Adventures | Stray | Toejam & Earl | Noby Noby Boy | Doki-Doki Universe | Magicka 2 | Scribblenauts | Super Princess Peach | Super Animal Royale | Star Wars: Hunters | Pokemon Unite | Dead By Daylight | Black Ops 3 &+ | Dying Light | Infamous Second Son | Watch Dogs 2 | Among The Sleep | Journey | The Last of Us | Shooter Games | Survival Games | Story Games | RPGs & MMORPGs+ | Open World | Online Multiplayer | + Many many MANY other games. I've played & loved so many over my lifetime. Too hard to list, too many to remember off the top of my head. + My old now broken Xbox 360 games too Ponytown... |

Resident Evil: Revelations <3/Kingdom Hearts: 385/2 Days <3/KH2 <3 The Elder Scrolls: Skyrim <3/Journey <3/ Creepypasta | Mystic Messenger | Ever After High | Monster High (Anti-G3. sorry not sorry) | Ruby Gloom | Happy Tree Friends | RWBY | Angel Beats | Fruits Basket | *Also watched and loved Inuyasha, Yu Yu Hakusho, Doraemon, & Hamtaro when I was younger but that was a long time ago + memory issues I don't really watch anime anymore nowadays* Adventure Time | Regular Show | Teen Titans (not Go!) | Young Justice | Other Cartoon Network & Nickelodeon shows | Marvel & DC Movies & Shows | Train To Busan | Girl From Nowhere | All of Us Are Dead | Zombie Apocalypse moves & shows | Horror movies ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨🎧 ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ Get Scared | Hollywood Undead | Pierce The Veil | Social Repose | Paramore | Set It Off | Falling In Reverse | Three Days Grace | Skillet | Sleeping With Sirens | Fall Out Boy | Famous Last Words | Twenty One Pilots | newhaven | SYCAMOUR | Minds & Machines | Lorene Drive | 3OH!3 | Light Up The Sky | Colorblind | Butane (2006) | Emarosa | Dance Gavin Dance | Isles & Glaciers | Let's Get It | Alexisonfire | Miles and Motions | westerHALTS | Arctic Monkeys | Eminem | + others | Getting into Crown The Empire right now* (+ other bands but more minorly: MCR|MIW|ETF|INK|IDK HOW|Picture Me Broken|I Prevail|Our Promise, P!ATD) + random songs from random bands & stuff outside of rock too Shows Seen Live: ✧ -Fall Out Boy (So Much For 2ourdust): 03.23.24 -Set It Off (Deathless Tour): 04.18.24 ♫♪ ♫♪ The School For Good & Evil | One of Us Is Lying | Nothing More To Tell | Tunnel of Bones | Goosebumps | + more books Fantasy Fiction & Murder Mysteries

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Nick Matthews Vic Fuentes Tyler Joseph Josh Dun Juno Gold Andy Leo..

Stan Lee <3

woooow you made it to the end :0

[breezingby]

Wish You Were Here ~ Pink Floyd

~ ♫♪♫♪♫ ~

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool Breeze? Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange A walk-on part in the war For a lead role in a cage?

~ ♫♪♫ ~

How I wish, how I wish you were here We're just two lost souls Swimming in a fish bowl Year after year . . . Running over the same old ground What have we found? The same old fears Wish you were here ~ ~ ~

~ ♫♪♫♪♫ ~

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 || 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲_ 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐨-𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐫𝐲𝐳𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐃𝐢𝐧’𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬_𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓, 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅, 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐏 (𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎’𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞. 𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬), 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐁𝐨-𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐲  𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐭𝐰. 

𝐀/𝐍_𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐑-𝟏𝟓 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓? 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐓. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈’𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨, 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐎𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐏𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐝.

Part 2: 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞

NO PROOFREAD, TELL ME IF SOMETHING DOESN’T MAKE SENSE

✰ 𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙓 (𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚)

♪ ♫ 𝙋𝙀𝘿𝙍𝙊 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩)

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You’re not welcome among the Mandalorians. It replayed in your head over and over. You’re a princess, a rebel princess that fought in the rebellion. An asset for the remnants of the empire. A bounty for Din Djarin, until he changed his mind and decided to take you away with Grogu. You are sitting on a bench. Watching the valleys that formed Nevarro. Little Grogu is eating in your lap. Kids are training, and some are just playing or taking a rest. There’s a kid. He’s maybe two or three. He doesn’t wear armor or a helmet, of course. But your heart stops when he picks up a blade from some Mandalorians training near him. Grogu notices your anxiety and grabs your thin clothes tightly as you run to the kid. “Little one, don’t play with this, please,” you explain when you reach the boy. He smiles at you with his cute and innocent face, so you reply. But an armored couple comes and takes you away from the kid. “Don’t touch my son,” the woman states firmly. You sigh, handing the blade to them slowly. “He grabbed the blade. I feared he would do something with it” They stayed quiet. And the kid keeps smiling at you because he doesn’t understand what is happening. “Sorry…” “We’re Mandalorians. We know what we’re doing” Your blood boils as the man spits the words. You’re growing tired of how they treat you. You maintained Naboo from the war, and you and your people remained strong under threats of dictatorships. And yet, The Mandalorians didn’t recognize you as anything. Just a princess who spent the war brushing her hair. You were a little famous until you went missing when the empire remnants captured you out of nowhere. “What’s going on here?” The armorer walked impotently towards you and the little family. Consequently, many Mandalorians gathered in a little circle, leaving you in the middle. “Riyana, What’s going on?” “She interrupted our training,” the kid's mother pointed at you, but the little boy gently pulled her belt. “Mommy, she’s a friend.” “There’s nothing to blame her for….” When you turned around again, you encountered the tall figure of Din emerging from the circle. Bo-Katan was behind him and stayed there when the man joined your side. “The kid said she’s a friend.” “Keep your doxy away from our son, Din Djarin '' Suddenly, you felt little. And intimidated by all the visors looking at you. Only Din was reassuring you, keeping you away from trouble. “She’s a woman with a big title. A smidge of respect wouldn’t be bad….” Riyana was about to walk and probably threaten you or Din. But the armorer raised her hand, and everyone stood quiet. “Enough. Princess y/n might not be a Mandalorian, but she also deserves respect. In this covert, there’s no place for insolence… and we all shall remain respectful. This is the way.” “This is the way,” everyone replied as the little circle broke and everyone started to walk away. “You are not welcome among us….” Paz Vizla barely whispered as he tilted his head to you and then walked away. You sighed, noticing only Bo-Katan stayed in her place, keeping her distance. “Are you okay?” Din asked, and you nodded. He immediately noticed you still had the braids from the day before. Nevertheless, you looked beautiful in a welcome dress the kind rulers of Plazir-15 gifted you. Looking like the most divine princess, everyone bowing to you, treating you with kindness and devotion. “Yeah. I’m sorry about that….” He shakes his helmet, grabbing your forearm. “It’s okay, cyar’ika. It wasn’t your fault….” you nod. Feel safe until he brushes his fingers against your skin, and before you can connect to his touch through his glove, he leaves.

And the colors of Bo’s armor match Din’s, as they walk side by side. A dreadful feeling sets in your empty stomach as you see the couple.

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You miss being a princess. You miss your home. Through the mirror, you only see a woman. “Tomorrow, I’m leaving early to talk with everyone” Abruptly, you turn. Facing Din, displeased. “Din…” He knows you're unhappy about him giving up the dark saber. “Are you sure you have to keep doing this? Is Kryze who’s leading this and-“ “It’s my duty, y/n. I’m redeemed. I’m Mandalorian again.” you nod, lowering your head to see your bare feet. “It’s just-I thought that. The saber ended up in your hands for a reason, then in the waters. But, after all you have done… the armorer-“ Din stopped you, gently as always. “The armorer is a wise Mandalorian, y/n.” “I know. I’ve heard her” You won’t admit your dislike towards some of his cultural traditions. “So we must listen to her. But after this is over, I have plans… for the three of us” Your face brightens as he includes you and Grogu. It makes you blush and want to squeal. “I’m working on the ri-“ “What?” You ask again because you didn’t hear well. But once you catch his words, you smile again. Was he going to say riduurok? Or maybe ring?. “Nothing. Just let’s concentrate on this, okay?. Bo is the leader, not me.” “Yes, but-. I believe you would have been a great leader, my strong Mandalorian” He’s smiling under his helmet. He wants to say you’re the most amazing woman he’s ever met. But Din Djarin is terrible at words, emotions, and relationships. “I’m just a man with armor, princess” He’s touching your forearm again. You like the way he said princess. It sounded romantic. And you shouldn’t think it was a sign of anything. But after what felt like years traveling with him, seeing him on the verge of death, and him seeing you in vulnerable moments. You would think he might feel the same spark you did. A beautiful connection where both of you were a team and role models for Grogu. “Not for me, Din,” you whisper with a smile. His fingers brush yours, and you swear you can feel a pinch of love in the air. You like to think he’s smiling under the helmet, just like you do. You wish you could see his face. You haven’t seen him, but you swear he’s the most beautiful man in the galaxy. A lot has happened, but at the same time, Din and you were in the slowest relationship development. Grogu sleeps beside you, and as his little body snuggles to get closer to you, there’s a big smile on your face. Maybe it was time; after retaking Mandalore, maybe Din asked for your hand in marriage. And it wouldn’t be a surprise since Mandalorians don’t start any kind of relationship unless it is a marriage.

The nicknames in his mando'a, the way he protected you, his lovely way of including you in his plans, always choosing you as the protector of Grogu. The connection with him was undeniable. You couldn’t lie. You loved him. And you would wait till he felt the same.

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Is it possible that karma decided to teach you a lesson? Maybe. Feeling like a failure, you look at Din and Ms. Kryze talking so profoundly that there’s no exchange of smiles or flirting. But they look at each other… in some way. Then Grogu makes noises because the red-haired woman leans to smile at the little creature and returns to talk to Din. That’s how things were working now. But, of course, since you’re not a Mandalorian, you are useless. And although Din hadn’t said much to you, you knew he didn’t want to hurt you. But he knew you were worthless, barely knowing anything about the Mandalorian culture or history. But you remain like a princess, altruistic and polite. You woke up with a message, opened the comlink, and stood surprised, looking at the sender.

“Princess y/n. I know we haven’t seen each other in a while. Yesterday the New Republic sent me to Naboo for some mission. Your people miss you, your parents too. I had the luck to talk to them, and the rumors were true. Everyone says they haven't had another deserving monarch since the rule of Queen Amidala. Onward, princess. I hope you’re okay. I hope to see you soon. Wear that tiara again! Kindly, Elia Kane”

Elia. One of your childhood friends who you feared when she joined Gideon. She was in the recovery program, and you only saw her once after she started the rehabilitation. Her message accumulated some tears in your eyes. A strange feeling was growing inside you. I hate Mandalorians. No! You don't. You are in love with one of them, the child that considered you his mother was in training to become one too. You didn’t hate Mandalorians. But they treat you like scum. They offend and belittle you. Din hasn’t been around you lately, nor has Grogu. And when you find them, they are having a great time with Lady Kryze. But you would hear Elia, you would wear that tiara.

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To be ashamed was far from the embarrassment Din was suffering. Finding you in his bed, with the blanket curled and tangled around your naked body, only covering your intimacy. Only for him to get on top of you and trace patterns on your soft skin. Hearing your moans and his own pleasure increase. He would feel so in love watching your perfect face in the room's dark. Kissing your soft lips and you being able to see his face. You would keep saying how beautiful he was, how lucky you were, as he confessed he loved you. He only woke up to find out it was a dream. He took a cold shower to wash away his carnal desires. And he accepted he couldn’t keep those images of you. When he met you, he thought you would be an immature royal who didn’t deserve to be saved. But he saw you were humble, and you were keeping Grogu safe when he found you. So he knew you knew what life was about.

Then he presented you to the armorer. And she knew about you. So the woman gave Din a little speech about Naboo and their strong monarchy. Revealing you were royal by blood and eligible to the throne by-elections. Also, your parents were rebellion leaders with the Organa family. Finally, you were almost captured by Darth Vader with Princess Leia of Alderaan. You were a quick learner when Din tried to teach you how to use his rifle. Likewise, you were also a fast learner when he trained to fly the razor crest.

Rarely you ended up being the damsel in danger. And Din never had any fight with you as you traveled with him. Most of the time, the people who recognized you assumed Din was your bodyguard. But people who didn’t would assume you were his wife. And you always played along, but he always remained quiet. He had to start giving hints of his interest in you if he planned to suggest marriage to you. But he was very ashamed to think about that since he had dirty dreams of you. So he tried to avoid you as much as he could. Even if he knew it was a bad idea. He preferred to concentrate on the upcoming mission.

—

After hearing one of the assemblies of the Mandalorians, you stayed back to wait for Din. Some time ago, you started cooking for him and Grogu. You didn’t want to think it was domestic, more like a payment for Din protecting and keeping you. “Hey. Ready?” You ask the man. He stops talking with Lady Kryze. Grogu coos at you, but he turns again to the red-haired, making you feel a little sad. “Yeah. Just, we were talking about you….” you shrug, surprised. “What about me?” you ask, confused, crossing your arms. Bo-Katan sighs gently, steeping a little forward. “We believe you’re going to be safe if you stay here?” this time, you sigh. Again, that angered feeling assaults you. “I’m more than capable of helping….” you defend yourself. “Cyar’ika. You’re out of shape, barely use your blaster, or have been active in combat. I don’t want to risk you,” Din admits, and although he means it in a cool way, you can’t help but feel ashamed. You don’t like being told you’re weak. “Respectfully, princess. Taking you to Mandalore would be… fruitless” You look at the woman straight. But you’re smarter. You won’t let them know how you really felt. “Right. I just hope that your plan turns out successful. It would be a shame if you lost the saber and planet… again.” she’s pissed, and you pushed her buttons. But Din intervened. “Y/n. Stop…” he said, like scolding you. You gasped, surprised to see him scolding you. “You won’t defend me?. No, of course not. I’m the useless princess.” He sighed. “Cyar’ika…” “I might not wear armor. Weapons aren’t my religion. But I’m not ashamed of wearing this crown….” At that moment, both looked at your mighty diadem. Both knew you were special, but Lady Kryze didn’t want to admit it, and Din Djarin was too afraid to lose you. Grogu sadly cooed at you as you left the room, leaving them in awkward silence.

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Soon you regret it. You cry in a silent valley full of new blooms that Nevarro never had before. Din was trying to protect you. Finally, you had to accept that you weren’t a Mandalorian and never would be. You don’t say anything when Bo-Katan says you are coming to Mandalore too. You don’t even look at Din. And he could feel your coldness. His heart pounds as he watches you help some Mandalorians take boxes inside the ships. “You are going to hurt your back. Let me help you,” Din states as he takes the box from your hands. You only look at him. “I’m sorry.” “Me too.” You say, sighing. “I know you just want to protect me. Us…” you change the sentence quickly. But he knows what you mean. “I do. I need to keep you safe. But I know you are capable, cyar’ika” You nod at his words. “Groggy looks happy in IG-12,” you state with a smile, looking at the little kid inside the droid. “He does. You should have come with us to the market. He’s so stubborn….” “Like you…” you opt to say teasingly. He tilts his helmet. And you notice he does it evident when you assume he’s flirting too. “And just like you too, princess.” You know he must be smiling under the helmet. And for some seconds, both of you forget that it is Mandalore where you are. Traveling to inspect the area. “This is going to be over soon. It’s gonna be just the three of us again” You nod, resisting the urge to stand on your tip toes and kiss him. Even if it just was on the helmet. You believe him. —

The sky is dark. Yet, it looks beautiful, navy blue, baby blue, gray, it’s perfect.

You felt like Grogu was back to normal with you. He spent the whole sunset playing and eating with you. While you tried to ignore the look of lots of Mandalorians. Probably wondering why the princess of Naboo was traveling with them. “I miss home. But it’s okay because I’m with Din and you,” you tell the infant. He coos, slurping at some piece of fruit. “You would love Naboo. Although, of course, it’s not as beautiful as before the empire. But we still have tons of waterfalls and flowers blooming everywhere. Oh, and the festivals. I’ll take you, Grogu. You have my word,” he giggles, snuggling on your chest. I’d love that, y/n. You freeze. Looking directly at Grogu, you get scared for a few seconds. Because you just heard your voice in your head, it felt like Grogu sent a direct message to your head. “Did you say that, Grogu?” The child lets out a sound similar to a yup. Scaring you more. “I’ll be back in a while,” you tell him. Then, putting him in his crib, you stand to find Din. Dying to say to him what had just happened. Your cape gets stuck in some pair of stairs. Some Mandalorians notice your desperation. You go to the upper deck, hoping to see Din. You do. He’s there. But Bo-Katan is there too. You know it is disrespectful to overhear, but you can’t help it. "What means the most to me is honor and loyalty and character. For those reasons, I serve you, lady Kryze. Your song is not yet written, and I will serve you until it is." Jealousy invades you as you hear Din saying those words to her. And her reaction, if it wasn’t thankfulness, to you was like she fell for Din at that moment. Your eyes get teary. And casually, at that moment, the woman spots you. You can’t describe her look. But you don’t like anything about that moment. Din looks at you, walking away. Sighing, he leaves Bo-Katan to follow you. He follows your red cape through the empty hallway of the improvised ship. “…y/n,” he calls you. But you just want to walk away. Until you remember you are a princess. And princesses don’t walk away, they face the issue. “You know why I’ve followed you since the beginning?” He seized his steps, looking at you from some distance. It’s dramatic, but you are so done with all about him. “Because I love you. I love you and Grogu so much that I’ve avoided my duties and possibilities to be a queen. So instead, I’ve acquiesced to live in the wild because anything you gave me, I would gladly accept it. Because I love you.” “Hear me, princess y/n. Please…” He can’t articulate a movement, a word, or a feeling. “Save it.” “All the bad treatment from your people. The lack of respect and empathy is disappointing for a culture that claims to be so homely.” your mother always told you to not stay quiet. So you wouldn’t. “And it wasn’t enough to go through. Because I’ve patiently waited for you to feel the same as I do. But now I know there’s no turn for me.” “But I’m a princess. And I’ll keep my word and help with the retake of Mandalore. After that, I’ll go back to Naboo to take the throne” and before Din can say anything, you’re gone.

— He couldn’t find you that night. Even if the ship wasn’t big, you remain away. In the morning, Din was starting to get worried until he saw you talking with a female Mandalorian. And if it wasn’t because of the fight Paz Vizsla began to, he would’ve come to you. “You taught your apprentice well,” Lady Kryze said to Din, proud to see Grogu stopping the fight. “He did not learn that from me… it was from y/n,” he said, resented. Lady Kryze turned to see him. “I underestimated her. And I apologize for that. She’s more royal than me, and I haven’t been too warm towards her.” “We all tend to underestimate a princess. But y/n is…unpredictable,” he admitted. Bo-Katan could see something in you. It wasn’t just your royal blood. There was something else. Something she had seen before.

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Din found it surprising that you didn’t need his help when the ship was destroyed, and everyone had to evacuate. You only feared for Grogu. He knew you were protecting the baby. Until the imperials attacked. And two of them took you. While shooting the Mandalorians, they took you, prisoner, escorting you away from the fight.

Din screamed your name and fought as hard as he could to stop the troopers from taking you. You only yelled as you saw Grogu in awe, and Din worried for you. “They took y/n!” Din yelled at Bo-Katan. The woman opened her eyes in surprise. Confirming her theories. “Something is not okay. They want something with her,” she managed to say. “We have to get going,” he accepted, knowing that following the imperials would lead them to you. But things weren’t in their favor. Din Djarin felt defeat when he ended up trapped by two imperials. And everyone behind the walls. With Gideon back, in Mandalorian armor. But his speech about Mandalore took a turn when he started talking about you. “And poor princess y/n of Naboo. So lost in the middle of all the remaining Mandalorians… bring her,” he stated. And two soldiers brought you. One of them kicked your back, pushing you onto your knees. You ended up facing Din and gasped in horror after seeing him in pain and trapped. “Thinking they would accept her, that Din Djarin would ask for her hand in marriage.” When you turned in shock to see the evil man, he shrugged. “I have eyes everywhere, princess” You only told one person about it. “I see it. You know who told me….” Anger increases as he reveals it. Gideon walks toward Din, directly speaking to him. “You thought we wanted her because she’s a princess? Naboo remains strong, but it’s not what it used to be.” Din is scared. He fears so bad for you. “Tell us, princess. How did Mandalorians treat you? Disrespecting your people, your title. Saying you’re weak, just a feather. One even has the audacity to take your improvised family away from you.” Lady Kryze knows Gideon refers to her. And she feels sorry for you. Because everything could have turned out differently. “Did they break your heart, princess? Or just one of them?” You want to kill him. “Take that blaster from Din Djarin, princess. I dare you” As he keeps going, you feel the humiliation. Everyone was hearing of your personal life. But the worst part is that everything Gideon said was true. “You can do it. Take that blaster from him. Din saw how you screamed in anger, and at the same time, he felt the pressure of his blaster being taken. Only to land in your hand.

Everyone gasped in surprise.

“Princess y/n can bear the force,” Gideon revealed. In shock, you dropped the blaster. You had sinned. You betrayed the Mandalorians. And seconds later, it was darkness. “NO!” Din screamed as he saw how the soldiers kicked your head with the back of their guns. You fell to the ground with blood on your face. “Take her to the laboratory,” the man demanded. Then he turned to kneel in front of Din. “A good Sith rises from pain and anger.” Din screamed, writhing in pain as he saw how the imperials took your unconscious body away from his eye.

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Part 2? Idk

@corvusmorte I made it:)

[fritzwilhelm]

♪10 Songs♫

...in no particular order :] Thank u to @yourpsychicadvisor for tagging me :D !!!

>Bent Knee - Bone Rage (PHOTOSENSITIVITY WARNING for video, flashing lights, colors etc. there is also a pretty good alternative live in studio recording)

>Jesús Molina - Choro Meu 

>EMEFE - Stutter

>Esperanza Spalding - To Tide Us Over

>Makaya McCraven - Above & Beyond

>Martha Argerich - Jeux d’eux, M. 30 (Ravel)

>Xenia Rubinos - Pan Y Cafe

>Los Retros - Someone To Spend Time With

>James Carter - You Never Told Me That You Care

>Sun Ra - Nuclear War

spotify playlist link for those who got spotify 

not sure how many people i’m supposed to tag in this! @timetot, @aymerictheblue, @uniqueetc, @supreme-sauteer, @shes-heavensent-hellproof, @smollzo !!

[sasster]

Sighsss.. ♪♫ for Cylion too,

Interested in some Cylion tunes are we?

Tiny Gods || Shayfer James This is what I was manufactured for The dirt, the dark, the art of war Punish me, punish me until I'm saved The night is mine, mine, mine And I will worship as I please

We Know Where You Sleep || The Paper Chase You will drop on all fours Get down, show me what you're good for Sass mouth, pink bellied I perceive And for this your naughty deed I'm throwing you over my bony knee So don't cry, don't scream good lord

Devil's Night || Johnny Hollow "To be your own man..." he said, " well you gotta be a monster too." "Don't chase 'em away! God knows that don't work! Invite 'em all in for a nefarious circle jerk."

The Lion and the Wolf || Thrice The wolf, he howls The lion does roar The wolf lets him in The lion runs in through the door The real fun begins As they both rush upon you and Rip open your flesh

Send me these music notes (♪♫) and a troll and I’ll give you four songs that I relate to them!

[shiroi---kumo]

In connection to ( 1) || (3)

⋯✧・♪♫♪・✧⋯ Everything just keeps going to hell and he hates that it came to this. Setting on the floor of his classroom surrounded by shards of glass and broken pictures. No one will see it. No one will find him. He can't go to Leimahdus and he can't go to Palo. It's going to be another round of dragging himself to Lila Kiilto, a young girl who works with her mother tending to the rooms of the palace. They clean and reorganize and tend to the general upkeep of the palace and it's going to be around round of finding them as quietly as he can so the state of him doesn't cause a fuss with the rest of the people who live here.

If Tuulta sees him... Or worse yet - Mother ... He can't ... He doesn't want to think about what they'd do but there would be war.

Today had been going so well. Today was the day he was going to turn things around. Today was the day everything was supposed to get better and for a while it did.

He took Mother's advice. He acted like himself. Gave Pilvi a hug. Smiled at his co-binds. Had a nice talk with Valo and Aamunkoitto. He had mid-day meal with Sielu and Sydän. They talked about music and discussed their crafts. He had a long conversation with Safiirin about life, Usva and the future of the Kingdom.

Today was going so well.

Today was almost perfect.

Until after mid-day meal and he went back to his classroom to grade papers. Usva was still struggling with the topic they were on but he was eleven now and still easily frustrated. The others had only been with Pilvi for a year but their presence felt like it'd been here even longer.

Everything was going so well until after mid-day meal and he was greeted in his classroom by Liekki's imposing figure. Tall as a tree, arms crossed - frowning deeply behind his mask. Violet eyes met Citrine and he sighed.

"Liekki did you need someth-"

"What do you think you're doing?"

And he froze in place at her words. Her voice. Head turning at slow motion to see Syksy perched in the chair at his desk with her legs crossed over themselves and her hands resting in his lap.

He can only stare at her like an animal caught in a Windarian's gaze as he feels a sense of unease over take him.

"I asked you a question, Sinfonia. Answer it. What do you think you're doing?"

"Doing what -"

And it probably wasn't the best thing to come out of his mouth but it was the only thing he could think to say. What did she mean? Had he done something wrong? Was she upset with him? She sounded like she was upset with him ...

"Are your horns so useless that you didn't hear me? You're practically deaf. I asked you a question. What do you think you're doing?"

But all he can think to do at the moment is shake his head as he stares at her, not even paying attention to way Liekki keeps getting closer to him.

"What - are - "

"Do not play dumb with me Sinfonia. What? Do you think you don't need to listen to me anymore all because you found yourself a little friend to play with? You're distracted. I gave you a task. You're supposed to be keeping Pilvi's binds away from Usva, not - consorting with them. Not ... being friendly with them."

"Wait - you're mad at me because - wait - were you stalking me?!"

"I wouldn't call it that. We have to keep the troublesome one in line of course. You have a job to do and if you don't do it then you're going to end up ruining your big brother's life and you wouldn't want that would you? "

And he can feel himself shrinking at the question. He can feel his shoulders drop and he can only stand there slack jawed as he watches her get up from her place at his desk only to walk the short distance to stand in front of the door.

Why would she -

"Quite frankly Sinfonia, I won't deal with this blatant disrespect and purposeful ignorance towards the rules being set for you. You have a job to do and it should come before all else. It's for Usva's best interest and as such that means you shouldn't be concerning yourself with Pilvi or anyone around him."

She sighing as her arms unfold over their crossed position over her chest so she can place a hand down against her hip.

"I told you there would be consequences and you just didn't listen so you only brought this on yourself."

There's no time to question what she means or argue with her. These no time when he feels a strong -much bigger than him- hand come down on his own upper arm only to pull and then throw him across the room.

He doesn't even have the wherewithall to stop himself from his race across his classroom and straight into the bookshelf he keeps pushed up against the wall...oh and it couldn't be the short one. No. It's the tall one, that reaches nearly straight to the ceiling and the trinkets and pictures he had placed on top of it come crashing down upon the impact of his face.

He's dazed in an instant, tumbling to the ground once the strike happens but apparently they aren't done with him because Liekki is retrieving him from the ground by his ponytail only to toss him across the room again but this time he clips the couch he has sitting in the middle of the room and finds himself crashing over the top of it until he rolls to become a heap of himself on the floor below.

His mask is coming off in an instant and Syksy is laughing at the notion and he knows. What is silence going to do to save him right now? It would only aid in their endeavors but he's not hacking out mist as any form of warning but instead trying to get the blood out of his mouth that bubbled up from the back of his throat after the last impact.

It seems it's a display enough to get her to stop laughing once she sees the blood hit the floor. Still, the punishment isn't over because that's what this was. That's what this had to be. It couldn't be anything else. He had too good of a day and he tried to make friends. He showed his youngest nephew affection and he apparently shouldn't have ever done such a thing.

This is his just desserts for thinking he could be worth more than anything but his music.

Liekki is reaching for his collar this time. Large fingers twisting into the collar of his shirt and his tie only to wrap around his throat when his back is slammed against one of the only clear walls in the whole of his classroom.

Syksy has come to join her lackie at his side as she looks at him with an arrogant smirk.

"You did this to yourself." She comments as the musician can only hang there and groan.

"What do you think His Majesty is going to do when he sees me like this? Mother? What about Kenraali Taivas? You think anyone in the palace is going to let this slide? What is Usva going to say?"

His voice drags out in a pained attempt at defiance that only earns his body being pulled away from the wall just to be slammed back against it as if to make a point.

"They aren't going to see you, and you aren't going to tell them." She practically purrs the words as if satisfied with the message they've sent to him today.

"I have to go to dinner, Syksy. How are they not going see me?"

"You aren't feeling well tonight, so you aren't going. Understand me? Figure it out yourself, but they aren't to see this and you aren't to talk about it."

Liekki finally releases his hold to drop the other man to the ground.

"Am I understood, Sinfonia?"

The musician can only groan in pain as he nods.

"Good."

But she's reaching for the picture frame just over their heads hanging on the wall behind them. A picture of himself, holding his young nephews in his arms. The frame comes down to shatter against the ground all around him.

"And clean this mess up. It looks like you should be doing some redecorating."

How did it ever get to this? For now he can only set there in a heap of himself as they leave through the open balcony to the right of the room.

He needs to find his phone. Lila will hopefully keep quiet about this.