#and had no one by your side to shield you from the trauma your parents gave you

[topperscumslut]

breaking news: mentally ill girl once again claims that she’s more obsessed with the character from her childhood comfort show instead of the actor himself or the more mainstream character the actor plays because she’s “different” and not because of the wounds of her unhealed inner child and the way imagining him as the adult he would be today brings her the same comfort and escape from her traumas that the 10 year old version of him also gave her when she first watched the show as a child in an unstable household

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey I liked your writing on reader having to get in between Wolverine and Deadpool all the time 😆 it made me think what it would be like if they were crushing on you and there is a rivalry between them. If you could write what they’d do to win your favor or what shenanigans that would come with it 😂 subtle or not

These two weren’t fond of sharing.

So when the other finds that they have similar feelings towards you, the outcome is never good.

They’re childish in a way where if either Logan or Wade was coincidentally standing too close to you, the other was bound to notice and make a scene out of it, all the while you wished you were anywhere else in that moment.

The pair couldn’t get along even if they bothered to try as sooner or later they’d end up stabbing each other just because the other one was breathing too loudly or just merely existing.

And yet their feelings towards you ends up causing Logan and Wade to butt heads more often, especially if you were constantly teaming up together, with you often being their meditator in all their conflicts.

Wade was more vocal and borderline flirty when it came to interacting with you, he would crack jokes, boop you on the nose or even playfully smack you on the ass just to hear your yelp in surprise and become all flustered.

‘Plush ass you’ve got there, babe! wouldn’t mind laying my head on it sometime and use it as a beautiful fluffy pillow.’ - Wade, skipping away.

Wade could be quite clingy at times so there would be moments where you can barely escape the guy as he hanging on your side like a koala bear.

You: Wade can you let go.

Wade: and let go of my emotional support person? *gasp* Do you want me to die?

You: well considering how fast you regenerate, you technically can’t die-

Wade: do you hate me? Do you think I’m clingy?

You: no- well yes but-

Wade: you hate me!

Wade can be dramatic and the only way to shut him up is to just let him be in close proximity of you and allow him to talk your ear off about how good a dog parents you’d be to Dogpool.

Dogpool is your weakness, you could never say no to Dogpool and Wade knows this like the back of his hand and will use this as leverage over wolverine.

After all It’s not like he has a version of himself that was an actual wolverine or maybe even a honey badger in yellow spandex. So Wade counts this as a win on his end.

Logan on the other hand would be more subtle with his approach, even though to Wade, Logan’s subtly was as an dopey cow standing in a field of grass with how the scruffier man tended to keep by your side protectively; so much so that he might as well start growling at every person who ever laid eyes on you in general.

He’s a guard dog of a man in every sense of the word but how that came to be was from a whole lot of trauma and loosing people he’s ever cared about, so needless to say he won’t act like he’s interested in you at first, his heart had been wounded about as much as his body has and even had the mental scars to prove it.

He’s lived a long life of pain, fighting, suffering and heartache. He’s not going to falter so easily until you did something that made him feel safe enough to fall for you.

Once he has however it was impossible to go about the mission without him always wanting to stand guard by your side when he sees someone he doesn’t fully trust, always using his body as a shield for your own as Logan knew he could handle much more punishment then you could. So he’d rather avoid you being grievously hurt by any means possible.

He’d probably scold you if you ever were hurt as he was afraid that he might loose you, yet his hands were gentle but firm as they worked to patch your wound so it’d heal properly.

Wolverine: you’re an idiot you know.

You: wow I really feel the love over here.

Wolverine: *huffs* you expect me to kiss your ass when what you did was reckless and could’ve killed you? *his hands linger on your own even long after he’s done patching you up as though committing your warmth to memory*

Logan is a secret softy who wouldn’t push you away if you were to ever fall asleep on him, he’d grumble but that’s about it.

He’d even toss you his jacket if you were to ever complain about being too cold or leave it somewhere for you to take yourself, again he’d act like he didn’t want you to but he actually did with how he almost smiled upon seeing you looking comfortable in his jacket.

Logan is evidently more subtle about his crush on you then Wade is, or so he’d likes to think but Wade can messily tell he’s smitten when he sees how Logan’s eyes were quick to follow you in a crowded room with protectiveness and adoration.

Wade: aww has our dear friend taken the stick out of your ass and you fell in love?

Logan: *growls* fuck off Wade.

Wade: *holds his hands to his lips and gasps* oh my gosh! You have! Me too!

Logan: *looks at him* you what?!

Wade: yeah cats out of the bag, I like them too wolvie. you’re not the only one to find them cute, how close minded of you seriously.

They can’t share to save their lives, I’ve mentioned this before but they genuinely can’t even if they tried because one is them was bound to get jealous and try to take you away from the other.

Wade: do you really want to be near me grumpy all the time? Yawn fest much.

You: stop riling him up, you’re making Logan mad. Why are you like this?

Wade: maybe because you deserve to be in the company of someone who isn’t still unhealthily hung up on his previous red headed lover.

Logan: you shut your fucking mouth.

Wade: see! He’s not denying it!

You: I’m going to go now. *leaves*

Logan: you should make full time fuck head your job.

Wade: and you should make full time teenage brooder in a full grown man’s body who still isn’t over his first breakup yours.

The shenanigans that would occur between these two would be headache inducing to say the least.

The constant fights that would break out between them that you’d have to break up.

The bickering over who gets to act like a couple with you on missions. They might even play rock, paper, scissors multiple times behind your back.

Wade probably tried to trip Logan up in front of you once but it backfired when Logan made Wade trip up instead as he puts a hand on your lower back and guided you away from the poor Merc with a mouthful of dirt.

[darkbluekies]

What is something that your yanderes want to hear? What they need to hear? And what they dread to hear from the reader?

This made me sad :( these poor ocs (i just realized that 'dread' does not mean 'desire' so uh, please forgive me for only giving what the yanderes want to hear)

Silas: "I'm so grateful that you shield me from the horror you work with. Although I don't like it, I know that it's your work, that it gives us the money that we need, and I will respect it because you keep it away from me. You are the only type of protection I need. I feel safe with you, because i know that you will never let anything hurt me."

Dr Kry: "The discipline your parents had on you is not your fault. You not liking to be touched and fear of messing up is not your fault. They were too strict on you, you were just a child. You don't have to hurt me to keep me with you. I know that you are afraid that you will kill me, but you don't have to be, because I'm not going anywhere."

King Edmund: "The way you are isn't your fault. You had no say in your upbringing. They should have let you be a kid. I know that you still have trauma from your parents murder but have been raised not to show any emotions, so you try to ignore it. You are lost and trying to do your best, even if it doesn't work out sometimes. You don't have to face anything alone anymore. I won't have any high expecations of you, I will be by your side and help you get back to the real you. You're still just a kid."

Jerry: "I know that you feel like no one could love you, but I do. And I know that you blame yourself for the death of your family, and that you feel like you have lost the person you once were, but I know that none of it was your fault. You got involved in the wrong things at a vulnerable age, you couldn't have known where it would bring you. You are not unlovable."

Hedwig: "The love you have for me scares you sometimes. You're afraid of yourself and what you're going to do, that you're going to hurt me. You feel like there are two people in you, and the other person scares you. But I know that you won't hurt me. I won't give you a reason to make you feel insecure."

[mjtheartist04]

✿𝓡𝓲𝓴𝓪 𝓗𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓪✿

༻❀𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸 𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝓒𝓾𝓽❀༺

Name: Rika Hinata.

Age: 16.

Gender: Female - She/Her.

Race: Asian + Hispanic.

Height: 5’7” (171 cm).

Affiliation: Demon Slayer/ Demon Slayer Corps.

Rank: Hinoe.

Breathing Style: Sapphire Blaze - Derived From Flame Breathing. (Blue flames with a hint of purple)

Personality: ISFJ, Caring, hardworking, independent, perceptive, Understanding, protective. Rika is a kind girl by heart, who looks for peace within herself and wishes to be strong enough to protect others and is always there looking out for them, worrying about their well beings. She greatly admires and looks up to the hashiras and her close comrades, very respectful towards them. However, Despite her kindhearted nature, she is a tough girl and she likes to keep most things to herself, putting up walls whenever she’s feeling down or upset, very private about her personal life and her trauma and how it impacted her. can be a bit intimidating when angry, just as long as you don’t say anything bad to those she is close with, she is quick to defend them, she won’t be afraid to put you into your place. she can be quite protective, and can sometimes be a bit patronising at times.

⋆⁺‧₊☽𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂☾₊‧⁺⋆

At the age of ten years old, rika had been taken under the care of sakonji urokodaki, after being discovered in the woods by giyuu tomioka. Bleeding and Unconscious.

Rikas childhood was shattered when a demon invaded and attacked her home, where her parents were both killed, fighting for their lives and in a desperate attempt to protect their daughter. The demon had tried to get to her, but with her quick speed, she out ran him and ran out into the dark woods, fleeing into the late night, driven by both determination and terror until dawn. Having her to pass out due to exhaustion.

After being saved, it was from there she discovered about the demon slayer corps. Right then and there, she wanted to be trained and to become a demon slayer. A goal to become strong enough to shield others from harm, to bring peace to those she protects…So, She trained for two years under urokodakis guidance. within those two years, she looked up to both mister urokodaki and giyuu, forming a close bond with the two…

At the age of 13, she participated the final selection, driven by her promise to herself and officially became a demon slayer. Standing tall and ready to face whatever lies ahead with her heart set on protecting others against the horrors that once shattered her peace. She can't let the same thing happen again and she’ll push herself intensely To ensure that no one else suffers the same fate and experience the pain she felt.

˚ʚ♡𝓕𝓾𝓷 𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓼!♡ɞ˚

-She was trained on using water breathing and that was originally gonna be her combat style. but when she met Rengoku and saw him practicing flame breathing, it piqued her interest, and asked him if he could train her, and he agreed. quickly the two formed a strong sibling bond overtime. During those training times, is when she creates Sapphire Blaze Breathing, to suit her more and her combat skills.

- Rika is a fast runner and a bit flexible.

- She’s actually a very good cook! Happily helps aoi at the butterfly estate with cooking meals.

- She has cold hands and her body temperature is mostly on the slightly cooler side.

- Tends to get bashful when praised or complimented.

- Melonpan is her favorite food + anything spicy!

- She smells like lavender and freesias, with a hint of sweetness.

- On her free time she likes to Draw/Paint!

- She LOVES tulips.

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

[thetorturedbuckydepartment]

chapter one: the briefing

pairing: Bucky barnes x plus-sized!SHIElD!reader

masterlist

summary: being a SHIELD agent, you have a knack for analysing people, particularly when it comes to attraction. you have everyone figured out, sorted away into the boxes you've created. But there's one man you can never seem to figure out, the very bane of your existence -- Bucky Barnes. On the field, he is a saint, helping you dodge bullets and taking knife wounds in your name. Around the building? Public menace number one, always poised to insult or to spar with you.

After being sent on a 6-month-long torture-cum-vacation with the very man, could all this change? Could you finally figure out what has been bubbling beneath the surface for years between the two of you, the juggernaut that you know you cannot stop?

warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of murder, dead parents, scars, trauma, implied slutshaming, mentions of guns and shooting and bombs, mentions of wanting to die, dark content, reader is implied to be bisexual (I cannot fathom not being attracted to women SORRY NOT SORRY), reader is implicitly stated to be NOT A MAN

word count: 3.4k

A/N: omg it's here! had so much fun writing this, hope you all enjoy it too! im still working out a schedule for this, as ive currently written 3 chapters and am already at about 10k words! and im currently very inspired for my own, non-fanfic WIP, so im split! hope you enjoy, and as always, let me know if you liked it! comments and reblogs are much appreciated <3

Human attraction can be sorted into three little boxes: Sexual, romantic, platonic. It is somewhat of a threeway Venn diagram, and people find themselves travelling in between the perfectly drawn circles all the time. It is a marvel to some, to be able to gauge the section in which one stands with a simple glance. It’s a gift, you’ve found, having the knack to discern between the three attractions. Which means you’ve cracked the code on people, and know exactly how to assess and engage accordingly. 

It’s how you find yourself in such a predicament as the following, quite often:

“You’re Butterscotch, aren’t you?” The voice is meek, quiet, and comes from directly behind you. You’ve just put down the weights at the gym, and have paused to take a drink from your water bottle, when you turn to assess the situation. 

Long brown hair, blue eyes. Gorgeously shy smile as she tucks a strand behind her ear. Your whole body moves, reacting to the incarnation of Aphrodite herself in front of you. You suppose you’ve always seen women that way, to be wholly more beautiful on average compared to men. It’s how you often find yourself in bed with a woman not unlike the one before you. 

She stands, slyly pushing her breasts together and leaning into you, whether it be subconscious or not, batting her long eyelashes.  Sexual attraction, then. You smile, deciding to play it cool, taking another long sip of water, silently reveling in the way her eyes stick on your wet lips. 

“Yeah, that’s me. And you, you’re Hazel, aren’t you?” You tip your head to one side in faux innocence, honing you eyes in on her in a way you know sends shivers down her spine, completely hypnotised by the way you silently call to her. She nods, surprised that you’ve remembered her from her initiation training 6 months ago. She was one of the older recruits, only two or three years younger than you, but valuable just the same.

“I’ve been following your career for a while now, and I must say I really look up to you.” Her lips twist into a grin, showing off her perfect teeth. Your own face darkens as you inject lust into it, and you watch as she tries to discreetly squeeze her thighs together. She’ll be eating right out of your hand in no time.

If she’d come to you 13 years ago, when you were just starting out, you would’ve wanted to tell her that all you are interested in is a promise of casualty. Nothing more, and certainly nothing less, but the absence of such a discussion did land you in hot water all that time ago. Now, your reputation precedes you, and you doubt there is a single soul in this building who doesn’t know your one-and-done policy. Of course, some of the agents surprise you and you have them on a staggered rotation, a new criteria you’ve introduced into your sex life once the gap between you and fresh faces widened to an immoral degree.

You open your mouth to give her a reply that will make her leave here with sticky thighs, when the most agitating, grating voice you’ve been almost tortured with for the past eight years echoes across the gym, calling to you.

“Let’s go Butterface, Fury had a brief for us twenty minutes ago. You can fuck around later.” You roll your eyes at the words of none other than James Buchanan Barnes, huffing out a breath. He’s done this to embarrass you, for sure, because you know for a fact that Fury’s briefing for the next mission is actually in ten minutes from right now. But you know if you showed up on time, he gets the upper hand for coming in earlier.

That’s the other reason you’re so famous around the building — your long-term feud with Bucky. Whenever the two of you end up in a meeting room, there are more insults hurled around than facts. You two love to spar together, finding any excuse to leave bruises on the other’s body. But the most damning thing? There is no better team than the both of you out on the field, your missions always resulting in the lowest casualties and highest success rates SHIELD has ever seen. It’s an eternal mystery, but to the two of you, it is clear enough. You are enemies, holding the dagger of sharp-edged insults to each other’s throats, but on a mission? It must all be put aside for the greater good, for the safety of others. The remarks are snarky but non-distracting, and you’ve jumped in front of a bullet for him more times than you would like to admit. But it doesn’t matter, because he has endured several injuries for you in turn as well. 

You redirect your attention back to your self-sacrificial prey for tonight. “Well, if you need me, I’ll be available at my room on floor 13 at around ten.” You lean in to whisper into her ear, and drag a less-than-innocent finger down the side of her neck. “I can give you a few more ways to look up to me, if you’d like.” The lower octave does something to her, and you watch her eyes flutter shut as she realises you’ve gladly accepted the silent offer she was handing you on a silver platter. 

You chuckle, at how easy it all is. And then spin on your heel, marching back to begrudgingly follow behind the tall brunette who seems to have a permanent scowl on his face whenever he’s in the same room as you. 

He leans back against the cool metal of the elevator that will send the both of you to the top, arms crossed across his broad chest. If you didn’t hate his guts, you’d absolutely suck him dry, right here right now. It’s no surprise that he is the most beautiful man in the building, but his attitude and mannerisms have long turned you off from him.

You poke the bear.

“What happened, Barnes? You mad nobody’ll fuck you?” He turns to you then, blue eyes blazing. And it only makes your shit-eating grin widen.

“Why would I ever be mad at that? I’m mad because we have to go on a mission, and when I come to get you, you’re busy planning on how to… spend your night. Again. At this point, if they’ve got a pulse they probably meet your standards, don’t they?” He smiles cruelly, and you don’t miss the implications. But you don’t care. If you were a man, they’d be singing your praises in the streets. So why is it different now?

“If they have a pulse? Well, if that were the case, then you…” You let your eyes wander up and down, and you notice his hard shell cracking when you meet his eyes again. You smile widens and you feign a blush, and he begins to smile, thinking he’s got you. And then you throw a grenade into whatever fantasy he’s spinning in his head. “Would be dead.” Your voice has never been more cold, observing the way his shoulders slouch in something akin to disappointment.

This is his kryptonite that you love exploiting, so much. The man is wickedly attracted to you, and is equally as horrid at hiding it. You have no idea what kind, though. Which box he fits into. You’re certain it’s not platonic given the way he talks to you. The longing glances and delicate touches after missions where you end up injured had turned you towards romantic, but you know there is no denying the way his eyes drift to your cleavage when you spar, or the way his hands immediately find your hips when you best him in the ring and end up straddling him. There is no box you can put him in, and it drives you up the damn wall.

You briefly wonder what the two of you would be doing in this elevator right now if you were as attracted to him and either of you had made it known. 

The elevator pings and the both of you break the burning, seething eye contact as you file into Meeting Room 17B.

“Right, before Barnes’ dick explodes at the thought of me fucking a woman, what’s the mission chief.” Barnes has the nerve to blush, sitting in the chair opposite yours, both facing the head of the table with a monitor where Fury and Stark both stand.

“Did your mother never teach you the difference between professional and casual?” He fires back, and you grin sadistically, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back.

“She’s dead, Barnes. Have some decorum, and maybe a modicum of respect?” His face falls, knowing he’s crossed a line, but if God Himself came down and told Bucky to apologise, he’d shake hands with the Devil. “What about your father then?” He is frantically searching you for any sign of hurt or discomfort that he can exploit, you can tell by the way his eyes stick to your every feature.

“Hard to when you’re in prison for murdering your wife and attempting to murder your child.” You turn to Stark, knowing you’ve rendered him absolutely speechless. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his mouth close and open like a fish, gasping for some air. Pathetic, really, but well-deserved. In all these years, you’re surprised it took him this long to blame your upbringing, often opting to attack you as a person directly. But you finally got to play the cards you’ve kept close to your chest, a sick and twisted punishment. That means that you win, today.

“Thats 236 for Butterscotch, and Barnes is still on 220,” Tony mutters, and you can’t hide your competitive side that comes out.

You turn to him, tutting. “Keep up, Barnes. I thought you were better competition than this. Pathetic.” You’re shaking your head in mock disappointment. A blood-tinged vignette passes around in the back of your mind, but you try your best to not let it show.

The arguments between you and Bucky as so well-known to get out of hand, the Avengers started keeping score, refreshing each year, of who won the argument. This is strictly judged based on how the final retort leaves the other unable to think of a comeback. You’ve bested him 236 times already, and it’s only February.

“You didn’t tell me about your parents,” he grumbles, cheeks pink in humiliation. Why is he backing down so easily today?

“I don’t owe you shit, Barnes. Especially not about my life before I got here. Sorry, Fury, should we start the briefing?” You divert the attention back to the matter at hand, feeling like maybe you went a tiny bit too far by calling him pathetic to his face. 

Since when have you ever nurtured a soft spot for him? Well, you are certainly not going to be starting today.

With both of your mouths shut and eyes attentive, Fury begins to speak.

“We need the two of you to go undercover. We have intel that Senator Parker may be dealing with copious amounts of methamphetamines, involving using his house as a lab and distribution centre. He often targets teens of ethnic backgrounds to carry the drugs and deal them in exchange for cuts — he chooses them this way so they would almost immediately go to prison, and nobody would be let off scot-free to rat him out.” Tony flashes up several holograms of the Senator, the teens caught pressing white packets into palms, and even those who ended up behind bars, and have continued to distribute the drugs from within.

“So…why do we need to go undercover?” You ask, leaning forward in your seat so you could see the graphics better.

“Well…here is Parker’s dating history…” Why does Tony sound so reluctant as he pulls up the dating history? Why is that relevant? These are just some of the questions that swirl around your mind, and are evident in your scrunched up face.

Bucky is watching you, quietly. Observing your features, observing you. He can’t help it — the grace with which you walk, the crudeness with which you speak…it’s entrancing. And you know it. He hates it. 

Then, slowly, the pictures begin to appear — there are 17 women. Every single one of them looks like you — the same colour hair, the same colour eyes. Similar face shapes and similar body types. It’s like there’s 18 of you in the room.

“I’m a honeytrap?”

Fury is quick to speak, to protest the misunderstanding that the mission is an objectification of you. “No….well yes. We have carefully constructed a plan that essentially is built on the fact that you happen to be—“

“Exactly his type?” Bucky asks, feeling shame crawl up his spine at the realisation that he has something in common with a drug lord. You look at him as he speaks, and feel more and more confused by the second.

“Yes.” Tony continues. “We’ve planned to plant you in the same cul-de-sac that Parker’s house resides on, and Butterscotch can use the fact that she’s his type to sway him, win his trust. You’ll have to play the long game with him, he’s known to barely let anyone in his house unless he wants to fuck them.”

You feel a sickness coat your stomach. “Will I have to fuck him? Because I’d rather shoot Barnes and then myself and blow up this building.” You chew your lip nervously, all the confidence can your body momentarily evaporating. The old man might just be one of the worst people you’ve ever heard of when it comes to drug trafficking. Not to mention any sexual gratification is just you stepping into a stereotype of what he wants, that you are just another woman with the similar face that he wants to put his dick in. It makes your skin crawl, and you run your fingernails harshly along your forearm.

“No.” To your surprise, it’s Bucky who speaks up. He meets your eyes for a brief moment, before turning to Fury and Tony. “No, right? She clearly doesn’t want to, don’t tell me you’re gonna make her.” He sounds oddly protective over you here, which he has no right to be. But you can’t fight him, not over this.

“No, no, of course not. You won’t have to do anything you don’t want to. At most you’ll have to flirt with him, make him think he’s going to….y’know, with you. And use that advantage to sneak into his house. You won’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Butterscotch. You know we’d never do that to you, that it’s against our ethics and values.” You nod, relaxing in your seat while Bucky stares at the red, raw skin of your forearm. He wants to soothe it, he wants to soothe you—

“And if I’m going, obviously you’re gonna send the Sergeant with me, aren’t you?” They nod in unison. You take a deep breath, knowing you have to take it. There will be no mission more satisfying. And Bucky is much more bearable when the both of you have a common goal.

“So what exactly is our cover?” Bucky perks up. The both of you wear the suit of civility so quickly when you have to do your jobs. 

Fury scratches his neck, exchanging a nervous glance with Tony. You anticipate the answer, knowing it will not be to your liking.

“We’ve planned to plant you in the Acorn suburb in Claremont, just across the street from Parker’s residence, for around six months. It’s a nice, quaint little city, I think the both of you would like it. It’s a lot more green, and less noisy and polluted than New York—.”

“Tony,” you warn, glaring at him. He is omitting the information. Why?

“Fine! The suburbs are conservative as shit, so you’re going as husband and wife!” Your eyes widen, and you swear you lose hearing for a second as the world goes in and out of focus. You have to pretend to be married. Pretending to be in love, you could do — in fact, you could probably pass off most intel exchanges with him as lovers’ private conversations if you smile and laugh on the right cues.

But marriage? The sanctity of which has been so thoroughly, irrevocably spoiled for you? The very reason you have only ever wanted casual in your entire life, as opposed to commitment? You can’t breathe.

You try to hide your shaky hands as you reach for the glass of water, downing it and gasping for breath. All that runs through your mind is the only instance of a married man you’ve ever known, and how it ended. How you ended, body mutilated in enough scars to rival Bucky’s left shoulder, crying out for a bloodied corpse in the back of an ambulance while the paramedics did their best to save you. How you wish they would’ve failed sometimes. 

It’s too much.

“I need time to think.” You all but run out of the door, and you think the chair falls with the force of your escape, but your heart is beating too fast for you to be certain. Sweat that had dried reappears at your hairline, beading and dripping down your face. You sit on the floor, clutching at your chest as you’re bombarded by the most horrifying images that not even the strongest of sleeping pills can shake. Your eyes squeeze shut and someone is calling your name. Not Butterscotch, but the name that heinous monster chose for you when you were still in your mother’s womb.

But even that turns out to be a hallucination, your head in your hands as you hear a familiar voice call to you.

“Butterface…is the idea of being married to me that bad?” You freeze. Bucky is here, why is Bucky here? You look up to be met with him crouching by your side, Tony on the other with a hand on your shoulder, and Fury standing tall. There is not a single hint of disappointment on his face, and you’re glad.

You turn to Tony. “You know…you know what…I can’t. You know why….Tony…” His face morphs into one of intense melancholia, pulling you into him. Ever since you started working more closely together with Bucky, he’s become something of a big brother to you — overly protective and affectionately annoying.

“I know, kid. You know what? Screw this, I’ll find some other agent who looks close to you to take over with Barnes.” His voice finally calms you down, and you take in deep breaths.

You can’t win them all. You’ll have to make some sacrifices. You pull away from Tony’s arms, not even daring to glance at Bucky. He doesn’t need to see what you look like when you’re vulnerable, because you know he will do everything in his power to bring you to such a state once again, just to hurt you.

You take several deep breaths.

“No. You and Fury have said it yourself, so many times. Nobody works better with James than I do, at least not in the field. My burning hatred for him is completely personal. I— I can do it. It’s just…I probably would’ve been fine but it got brought up and it was all I could really think about and then…it just sent me over the edge. But if Barnes promises to not be as big of an asshole as he usually is, I can make it work.” You don’t even risk a glance at him.

“I won’t be. I’ll behave. Plus, you are a lot more tolerable out on the field, so it shouldn’t be so hard. Promise, it’ll all be okay.” His tone sounds so…sincere? What on earth is up with him today? You spare him a glance, and his eyes shine brilliantly blue. And you believe him.

Bucky Barnes may be an asshole, but he would never lie to you. Especially when it concerns a mission, where miscommunications and secrets have consequences for people outside the both of you. He has at least this sense of loyalty about him.

“Alright. Guess I better get packing for Claremont, then.” 

NEXT PART

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Vibrant Ascent

Summary: December 24, 2017—Jujutsu High, was the beginning of the end.

Characters: Gojo Satoru, AFAB!Reader x Geto Suguru

Warnings: mentions of blood, death, vomit, throwing up, PTSD, trauma

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: don't hate me—

As you ran through the school campus, the dawn light was a vibrant shade of soft pinks, oranges, and lilac. Your body ached from the night of fighting in the Night Parade of a Hundred Demons. But your adrenaline was kicked up so high you didn't care. Your pain meant absolutely nothing, not when Geto and Gojo were here at the school.

You'd been in Shinjuku with Gojo when he realized Geto was at the school. He'd sent Panda and Inumaki back to protect Maki and Yuta, leaving the rest of you teachers to fight. The second he'd beaten Miguel Gojo was off, and you were close behind. You were worried for your students, worried for Gojo, and deep down, you were concerned for Geto.

Geto had meant the world to you. He’d been one of your best friends. He was your confidant, someone to talk to; he'd been your first for everything! From your first kiss to losing your virginity, you seriously thought fate had a better path for you.

But everything had gone wrong.

He’d left, killed his parents and an entire village, and started a cult. When you’d heard the news, you denied it, but deep down, you knew it was true. You were able to come to terms with it relatively quickly since he'd been pushing you away since Amania’s death.

Gojo, however, God, it had devastated him. He could believe it but wanted to deny the cold, hard proof. It wasn't until he came face-to-face with Geto in Shinjuku nearly a decade before that he realized the truth. Both you and Gojo leaned on each other after that. Talking it out, healing from the pain in the comfort of each other's company, you both grew closer, becoming best friends.

So knowing that both of your friends, the men who’ve been a big part of your life, were possibly going to fight, had your anxiety screaming. But the same fear that had resided in your soul kept you running despite the aches and pains in your body. You had to get there; you needed to help! Because the most important people that mattered to you were your students.

Those thoughts clouded your mind as you rounded the corner too fast, slipping on your footing. You panicked as you fell to the ground, scraping the palms of your hands and your knees. Wincing, you looked up, seeing Gojo standing in front of one of the little alleyways. He frowned, staring down at something in his hand before crouching down and whispering something you couldn't hear.

But the one thing you could hear was Geto’s laugh. Unmistakable, soft, and sweet. That laugh had been a comfort on long missions. Despite the pain and the exhaustion tugging at your body, you continued pushing yourself up.

“At least curse me a little at the end.”

With bated breath, you watched Satoru straighten, walking down the dark alley he was talking to. You gripped your side and began to take a step forward with a blinding purple light illuminating the dark row of the walls. The purple light that you knew was Gojo.

The brick shattered dust, flying at the impact of a Hollow Purple, one that has been calculated, precise. Your mouth fell agape as you stumbled back, unsure what to make out of what happened. There was no way—no way he just—no.

Mustering all of your courage, you pushed yourself forward, your hand gripping your side and vice as you approached the settling dust. Flashes of your time as students flooded the outskirts of your mind as you turned the corner, gripping the corner of the wall with your free hand.

Your stomach dropped as you stared at the scene in front of you. Geto’s head was slumped forward, his black hair shielding his face. Blood dripped from the fatal wound, spreading on the ground beneath him. The entire left side of his body was destroyed thanks to Gojo’s technique, and it was a sight of pure, unfiltered horror.

With blurry eyes, your gaze slowly trailed to Gojo, crouched in front of Geto’s body. One arm was draped over his left knee while his right hand covered his eyes. As he mourned the loss of his best friend, unaware of your presence, his stoic, almost calm demeanor had you turning your attention back to Geto‘s body. Your head was spinning as nausea churned like a whirlpool in your stomach.

Stepping back, you covered your mouth as bile crept up your throat. You began to oversalivat as the acidic taste flooded your mouth. Unable to stand the sight in front of you any longer, you quickly turned away, falling to your knees, emptying the contents of your stomach. You gagged and coughed, the shock, exhaustion, and sorrow too much for you to handle as you continued to throw up.

Images of Suguru blurred your mind. Him pressing a cold tea against your forehead in the heat of summer. His finger brushed against yours as you walked around campus—the way he Held after your first time having sex together. You could smell his musky, earthy smell as he pressed kisses against your shoulder. And god, the corners of your mind began cracking as the memories of the visions of him leaving, of Gojo hugging you tight as you sobbed when you realized he was never coming back: the sleepless nights, healing, and the time you and Gojo had spent together shattered like glass.

Geto, your best friend and first, was gone. The hands of your other best friend killed him. That truth destroyed you.

Your breathing was ragged as you dug your nails into the ground. You felt like you couldn't breathe, like someone gripped your lungs, holding them as tight as possible, constricting your air. You wanted to scream and curse the heavens, but the shock prevented you.

“Hey—hey,” a soft, smooth voice called out. Breathe, calm your breathing. Breathe in for four seconds.” You followed the voice, inhaling deeply and exhaling through your nostrils. “Good, now keep doing that.” A hand rested on your back, and you suddenly became aware of the smell of clean linen and musk, knowing instantly who it was.

Once your breathing relaxed and your heart had stopped hammering against your ribcage, you quickly stand, adrenaline masking the pain. You said nothing as you glanced back at the alleyway, blood having finally begun spreading out from the corner, staining the stones. Much like the anguish spreading through every part of your body.

”Why are you here?” Gojo questioned, reaching out to grab your shoulder and attempting to turn you to face him. You averted his touch, eyes still glued to the crimson blood. “Sweetheart, I thought you were in Shinjuku with the others.”

Your vision blurred with tears as you looked at the taller man over your shoulder. “You killed him.” You whispered, the sound barely audible for Gojo to hear despite being so close.

“I-I didn’t have a choice.” He could see your face contorted with pain. “He was sentenced to death. I would rather it be me than anyone else.”

“He’s gone.”

“It was fast and painless.” His hand reached out, inching closer to your face, to comfort you, but you quickly stepped back, eyeing his hands as if they were some contaminated, diseased mess. Witnessing you react in such a way was like a stab to Gojo’s heart as he held his hand before you, fingers slowly curling in. “Why are you stepping away?”

“You. Killed. Him.” You took another step back, putting distance between you and Gojo. “Don’t touch me.”

“Sweetheart, come on, I didn’t have a choice.”

You knew that was true. Geto had been given the death penalty for his crimes. Despite knowing all of that did not change the fact that the pain in your chest was undeniable. It was a crushing weight, like an elephant was on top of you. Gripping the front of your shirt, you took a step forward, trying to distance yourself from Gojo, from the remains of your former lover.

Gojo swallowed hard, looking at your back as you limped away. “Sweetie? Where are you going?” You ignored him, continuing to walk forward, stomach in an eccentric twist of knots.

“Away from you.” Gojo didn’t try to stop you; he just watched you walk away before turning around and walking in the opposite direction.

That night, you left Jujutsu High. Ignoring the pleas from your friends and colleagues. You went off on your own, deciding to live your life, to heal, and to forget about the pain life had dealt you. Any calls, texts, or messages Gojo sent you went unanswered.

The pain was unbearable, and you felt as though you may never heal. But much to your surprise, you slowly began healing. The memories of your time with Geto didn’t leave you feeling sick to your stomach; instead, they became a dull ache—something you could live with.

The days bleed into weeks, which soon, in turn, became months. With each passing day, you healed more, enjoying the mundane life you had made for yourself and only going on missions when you were needed, avoiding the damn school like the plague. Life was okay, and it would continue to be okay.

Before you knew it, that fateful Christmas was a distant memory as June rolled around. You sat on your couch, sipping on a cup of tea, opening your book to your bookmark. Just as you settled in for a quiet night, a knock on your door sounded, and you blinked, glancing at it. Another knock sounded, one that was a bit louder than the last, more persistent.

The thought of ignoring the knocking was tempting. You had just slipped a blanket over your legs and had fully intended to stay there for the rest of the night. But maybe it was Yaga or one of your elderly neighbors who needed help. So, with a groan, you kicked the blanket off, setting your book to the side before pushing yourself off the couch with a groan.

There was another knock. “I’m coming!” You yelled, slipping your slippers on as you hurried for the door, opening it with the chain lock still on.

The warm summer air blew against your face as you looked up. As you did, the air was stolen from your lungs, and you were met with violet eyes and a gentle smile—ones that belonged to a ghost.

“Hello, Princess.”

The chain was unclasped, and the door flew open as you gawked at your former lover. He shut his eyes, smiling as he tilted his head to the side. He was giving you a perfect view of the stitches that lined his forehead. He looked like Geto and sounded like him, but his skin was paler, almost too pale.

Your years of experience told you to be cautious. This could very well be a curse or a technique. But the other part of your brain, the illogical one, had you smiling as you stepped forward, your hand hesitantly reaching out to touch him to see if he was real. But you stopped yourself just before your palm grazed over his robes. Seeing you hesitate and how fear and confusion crossed your face, Geto grabbed your wrist, pulled your hand back, and pressed it firmly against his chest.

Feeling him, you stepped further out of your apartment, your other hand fisting into his robes as your eyes frantically roamed over his body as tears rolled down your cheeks. The shock and disbelief had you sobbing as you gripped onto him for dear life. If you were to let him go, you were afraid he’d vanish.

“It’s me,” Geto whispered, leaning drown and pressing his stitched forehead against yours. “I’m back.”

“W-Why?” you questioned, releasing your hold on his robes to cup his cheek.

“Because I need your help.”

Hearing his voice, the feeling of his arm wrapping around you had all of the lingering pain melting from your body. “With what? I’ll do anything for you, Suguru.” While your eyes were shut, you never noticed the sinister smile tugging at Geto's lips; once, he would have never given you one that belonged to the parasite inhabiting his body.

“I need you to help me seal Gojo Satoru.”

Visions of Gojo crouching in front of Geto’s body. The flash of purple, settling dust, and crimson blood came flooding in like rushing waves. The pain of the last six months seeped out of every pore in your body, like a festering wound that had never been given the chance to heal properly. That pain made your decision incredibly easy.

“How can I help?” You asked with no hesitation.

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Chosen by Eywa - The Betrayal - Chapter 2

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summary: eywa makes no mistakes... in the midst of his preparation to become the future olo'eyktan, neteyam is told to be with a chosen mate. guided by the signs of eywa, tsahik picks y/n, a woman orphaned by the war, whose heart already belongs to another

contains: arranged marriage, mentions of war and grief, angst, one-sided enemies to lovers

wc: 4.4k

a/n: so i've always imagined neteyam to be in a full prince mode for this series and yesterday my dearest @cinetrix had turned my dreams into a reality, it's now canon in this au that neteyam has a long hair and looks like this, and this, and this, and yes, this will probably distract you from everything else in your life! also this is still a little slow but i promise you from the next chapter things will finally start to get spicy

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Y/N’s tears had dried up already, she had simply run out of them, now left with only short whimpers and shallow breaths. In Kaye’s tight embrace she didn’t feel protected anymore, on the contrary, she was helpless, small. There was no choice that she could make. She could never even hint at it, let alone ask Kaye to claim her as a mate and upend Tsahik’s plans. The arrangement with Neteyam, to be set in stone, could only be disrupted with Kaye’s help but Y/N wasn’t going to blatantly say that to him. Surely, he must have understood, yet Kaye didn’t say a word...

Kaye had always been generous with his promises to her, but he was never held responsible for keeping them. And now, after finding out the situation, he didn’t even offer a promise. And Y/N could sense that things shifted. He was already distant, though he was holding her close and calming her down, his voice wasn’t like a soothing balm to her wounds anymore and his touch had lacked the usual warmth. She wondered if he felt betrayed by her for not refusing Mo’at’s offer and fighting back. But she didn’t know that there was something else going on in his head, a secret he was going to reveal to her that night. And as Kaye saw what state she was in, he decided to hold his tongue.

“It’s going to be alright, Y/N,” he whispered once more, cradling her head, “You will see.”

“How can it ever be alright if we are not together?” Y/N sniffled.

“I just… I think we must trust in Eywa’s signs,” he replied with a resigned sigh.

What she didn’t know was that there was a burden just as heavy on Kaye’s shoulders. It’s been days since he argued with his parents over an arrangement of his own, and earlier, just before meeting up with Y/N, it was confirmed. Kaye knew it was foolish to bring up Y/N's name and try to make a case for her when his family was already vehemently opposed to her. They saw her as weak, with no family to rely on, with nothing to give in return. But the woman they picked for Kaye was more and everything that Y/N lacked. Kaye would lie if he said he didn’t consider it, even though he didn’t really have a choice.

Yäyä was beautiful, innocent, shielded from the war by the warmth of her family. Her heart knew no grief, no pain, she was so opposite to Y/N. Yäyä couldn't relate to Y/N, to the way her traumas constantly wore her down, and along with her, Kaye too. And Kaye could feel his heart sting with guilt at the comparison he drew in his mind between the two women. It would be so easy to start anew, to not go against his family and fight his whole life when he could just melt into the arms of the other.

Y/N’s body convulsed with whimpers making him wince in pain. Kaye fought the urge of telling her the truth now, letting it all out, but the thought of having to see her reaction made his stomach turn. Maybe it would be better if he held onto the news and waited for the arrangement between Y/N and Neteyam to be announced first before he could move on with his life. Yes, Y/N had been his first love, first kiss, the first person who saw him, but she was also his first heartbreak, his first wound, a bundle of all of his worries and exhaustion. And things as such can pass, it was about time they grew up. Grew apart.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," he murmured, cupping her tear-streaked face in his hands. "But I have to go now. My father needs to speak with me about… some urgent matters."

"When can we meet again?” she looked up at him with puffy eyes, and his heart twisted at the sight, “I...I don't know what to do. I can't do this alone, Kaye."

“You don't have to do it alone,” he forced a smile, “We can talk tomorrow. I'll see you then."

Y/N nodded; her eyes filled with hope at his words. And Kaye couldn’t hold himself back from leaning in and brushing a soft kiss on her nose. His heart raced at the sight of her blushing, as if he had been kissing her for the first time, and the way she held her breath for a moment before exhaling shakily. He felt like he was bidding his farewell, closing a chapter before it would get too messy with the announcements. His thumb moved swiftly, wiping the dried tears off her cheeks, and then he pressed another kiss to her forehead. 

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“I don’t get it,” Kiri’s nose scrunched up in confusion, “What do you mean grandmother has chosen Y/N?”

“I mean exactly that, Kiri,” Neteyam sighed, a little irritated with his sister’s slowness, “And she won’t budge.”

“But isn’t Y/N with Kaye?” Kiri questioned further, repeating the same questions that were bothering Neteyam too. Unfortunately, he had no answers for her.

“I don’t know,” he shook his head, “She didn’t even mention him… or anyone. I mean, if they were together, wouldn’t she just say it? I thought it was strange too.”

Kiri frowned, her mind racing with thoughts. She had been witnessing the relationships blooming between Y/N and Kaye for years now. Though they had tried to keep it hidden, it was hard to miss the small gifts, lingering touches, longing eyes. And given how often Y/N and Kiri were around each other out of their occupation, Kiri could have sworn that there was at least something going on between Y/N and the warrior. But if they truly were together and Y/N despised the thought of being with Neteyam to the point she was ready to deny Tsahik, why wouldn’t she make a case for herself? The wrinkle between Kiri’s eyebrows suddenly turned deeper, when her mind settled on a particularly convincing possibility. She gripped her brother’s shoulder eagerly.

“You need to talk to her,” she ordered with determination, “Y/N probably feels trapped because she can’t mention Kaye.”

“But why?” Neteyam was utterly confused.

“I’m not sure… but it might be because he doesn’t want her to reveal their relationships,” his sister explained, then took a small pause to gather her thoughts, “I mean, it must be the reason why they have kept it a secret so far. Otherwise, why wouldn’t she use it to protest grandmother’s wishes?”

“So you think Kaye’s the one who doesn’t want anyone to know?” Neteyam frowned, his eyes flashing with a hint of anger, “Are you saying he's been leading her on?”

“I don’t know, brother. You must speak with her,” Kiri shook her head, though the implication of her words were more than clear.

Kiri had never given much thought to the secrecy of Y/N and Kaye’s relationships before, but now, as she let her theory sink, the dots were finally connecting. Kaye never meant to mate with Y/N before Eywa.

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“Great,” Y/N mumbled sarcastically, spotting a figure crouching next to her hammock, “What are you doing here?”

Neteyam quickly rose to his feet, his muscles still a little sore from all the waiting. He quickly took in her features, and his guard fell down for a moment, registering the signs of sorrow. He had forgotten the reason for his arrival.

“Were you crying?” he asked, blatantly ignoring her question.

“Neteyam, I asked what are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to talk to you about what happened.”

“About what happened? You mean your family forcing me into a union with you?” she threw with bitterness.

“Look, I know that you didn’t wish for this,” Neteyam raised his palms in the air to convey that he had no intention of perpetuating his grandmother's harshness, “But I think there is a way for us to work through it.”

“Are you serious?” she narrowed her eyes with a slight disbelief, “So that’s it? You’re just going along with this and following the orders. Do you even care about how I feel? No one does.”

Suddenly all of the hurt and helplessness she had been feeling gathered into a big bubble of anger that she wanted to unleash on Neteyam - the very person who was responsible for trapping her. Y/N crossed her arms over chest defensively, hoping that if she made him miserable and pushed him away, maybe Neteyam would use his power to break the arrangement.

“I’m only doing my duty, Y/N,” Neteyam explained, trying to maintain a calm tone, “And I do care, but sometimes, sacrifices must be made for the greater good of the clan."

“This is ridiculous,” she scoffed bitterly, “You're carrying out your duty for the clan? Am I not part of the clan? Pick somebody else.”

“I can’t pick,” Neteyam gritted through his teeth, now feeling irritated too, “The sign and the orders were clear. All I can do is follow them.”

“It is concerning that as the future chief of this clan you’re incapable of making your own decisions,” she spat, her voice dripping with venom, "You're nothing but a coward."

Neteyam was taken aback. Was she really calling him a coward for respecting the tradition? He huffed, almost in disbelief, taking a pause before his mind could process the words she had hurled at him.

“Oh, you want to talk about being a coward?” he raised his voice slightly, taking a step closer to her. 

Despite her frustration with him, Y/N’s ears lowered involuntarily at his proximity. Her body recognized and complied with his status, before she could even deny the authority that he held over her.

“Alright. Let’s say I am a coward and just following orders. Why didn’t you protest then? If you didn’t want this so much, why didn’t you bring up Kaye?”

Y/N's ears were now flat against her skull, and she downcasted her gaze in shame. With the rhythm of her heart, her tail swished rapidly on the ground, creating a small cloud of dust. Neteyam waited for her response, but met with silence, he continued.

"The union would have never been approved if you told them that you were already mated with another man."

“Kaye and I are not mated,” she muttered, stealing a glance at him through her lashes. She was too embarrassed to face him head on.

“Well, you could have still -” Neteyam stopped himself mid-sentence, pressing his lips into a thin line. He could see the way her form slumped and shoulders hunched further into herself, as if the topic was too sensitive to discuss. He let out a heavy sigh, his frustration with the situation starting to fade.

“I can’t do that,” Y/N replied, her voice still low and subdued, “It wouldn’t make a difference anyway.”

“Why can’t you?” Neteyam pressed, and his own anger was beginning to mount again, “It’s him, isn’t it? He doesn’t want others to know about you two?”

He wasn’t wrong at all but her blood boiled at the insinuation in his words regardless.

“Stop,” Y/N gritted her teeth, “He can’t do it, alright?”

“Can’t, or he won’t?”

“He can’t,” she was desperate to convince Neteyam that it was the truth - that there was a bigger reason, “And I won’t ask him to.”

“Does he at least know about it?” Neteyam sighed. When Y/N didn’t reply, it was already enough of an answer to him, “And he didn’t offer anything?”

“Just drop it, Neteyam. Don’t taunt me.”

“Fine, if you wish to keep being upset about it, then take all the time you need,” Neteyam exclaimed, mimicking his father's disappointed demeanor when dealing with his children, “But don’t expect me to solve this for you. If you despise the idea of being mated with me that much, perhaps Kaye and you should talk to Tsahik. I’m sure that will help. And if you won’t… then at least try a little harder to make life easy for the both of us.”

But as he brushed past her angrily, heading for his home, Neteyam realized that he wasn’t actually frustrated with Y/N or their situation anymore. Rather, it was the confirmation of the doubts he shared with Kiri that had him seething. Kaye was the root of the problem - his refusal to take responsibility for his actions, not owning up to them. The respect Neteyam once held for the warrior seemed to slip away from his body with each passing moment.

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“Oel ngati kameie,” Y/N greeted with a small bow, touching her fingers to her forehead as she glanced between Mo'at and the man beside her - Kaye’s father, “Please forgive me for my early arrival for the lesson, Tsahik. I will wait outside.”

She hastily apologized before stealing another glance at the man and slipping out of the tent. Y/N had sensed Kaye's parents' dislike for her for years, ever since her name was brought up in a certain context, which made being in their presence stressful. And as Kaye's father had never showed up at the healing tent, which was the only place where Y/N could breathe freely and focus on her studies, seeing him there now made her shiver. She kept a respectful distance from the tent, not wanting to overhear their conversation, but her mind raced relentlessly, wondering about the topic of it.

“You’re going to bite your lip off if you keep that up,” Kiri came into her view, gesturing at Y/N’s teeth digging into the plump of her lower lip.

“Oh, hey.”

“Aren’t you going in?” Kiri nodded towards the tent.

“Tsahik is busy. She is talking with Kaye’s father.”

Kiri nodded, understanding that they would have to wait for Tsahik to call them in once she was finished with her conversation. She crouched down next to Y/N and let the silence hang between them for a moment before speaking up.

"I'm sorry that you and Neteyam have to go along with the arrangement," Kiri said, turning her head to look at Y/N's face, "He came back angry after the conversation with you last night, so I assume you must have fought. If he was a skxawng to you, I can beat him up,” she added half-jokingly.

"It's okay, it wasn't his fault," Y/N sighed, looking down at her hands. "He's only doing what he has to do. It's me who can't..." she trailed off.

“So? Aren't you going to fight it?”

“I don’t think I can, Kiri. Not without… you know, not without the support.”

Kiri nodded in understanding. Though it was obvious that the support had to be offered by Kaye, Y/N still hesitated to mention his name. As if she was still trying to protect his privacy, letting him off the hook without attaching her name to his.

“For what it’s worth, my family likes you, and you can count on me to be your biggest ally,” Kiri's hands covered Y/N's, drawing her gaze.

"That's a relief," Y/N’s lip’s curved into a grateful smile, "Knowing that the future Tsahik has my back."

Kiri chuckled weakly but her grip on Y/N’s hands tightened, when both of them saw Kaye’s father exiting the tent. He directed a quick harsh gaze at Y/N before walking away. 

"What could be so urgent that it brought him all the way here at this time?" Kiri rose to her feet and extended a hand to Y/N.

“I don’t know but it seemed important,” Y/N shrugged, accepting the help to stand up.

“I’ll ask grandmother,” Kiri announced, as they made their way towards the tent, ”Maybe it’s something about you.”

“You really think so?"

"It's possible.”

A glimmer of hope sparked in Y/N’s chest at the words. What if Kaye had finally spoken to his parents about her and asked them to approve of their love? Y/N’s thoughts wandered, as Kiri and her settled in on the ground, waiting for the arrival of the rest of the healers in teaching. Mo’at was already occupied with another quick chore, tending to a smoldering herb and paying the two women no mind.

“Grandmother?” Kiri addressed Mo’at hesitantly, only receiving a hum in response, “What did he want from you?”

“Not that it is any one of your concern,” Mo’at threw a quick look at her granddaughter over her shoulder, “But he asked me to bless a union between his son and Kaä’s daughter.”

With Mo'at's words, Y/N felt her heart sink. Surely, she meant Kaye - after all, his brothers were already mated. Was this it then? Was his father going to arrange a union for Kaye just like that? Kiri nervously gulped and glanced at Y/N.

“Grandmother, do you mean a union between Kaye and Yäyä?” Kiri asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Isn’t that what I just said?” Mo’at turned to face them with a stoic expression, “They will be here tonight for the blessing.”

As Kiri squeezed her hand, Y/N tried to hold back the gasp that threatened to escape her lips. She blinked rapidly, fighting the tears. The image of Kaye holding Yäyä, kissing her, and being with her was overwhelming. It was all happening too soon, and Y/N hadn't even had time to process her own feelings about Kaye before hearing about his arranged union. Luckily, the silence was shattered as more healers entered the tent, their greetings filling the space and drowning out Y/N's inner turmoil. She struggled to compose herself, her mind racing with thoughts of confronting Kaye and getting some answers as soon as she could.

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The wind whipped against Y/N's face as she flew towards the isolated floating island of the Hallelujah Mountains, where the training camp was set. Her ikran, usually steady and reliable, sensed her unease and reacted to it erratically, reflecting her determination to see Kaye. She paid no mind to the gazes of the warriors around her, as she landed on the edge of the island. Without hesitation, she hastily greeted Jake and asked to speak with one of his warriors. Her abruptness drew attention, making the others suddenly curious about a healer invading the training area.

“Sure, go ahead,” Jake granted her permission, never having seen her so eager and anxious before. The man shot a quick glance at his son, wondering if he knew the reason for Y/N's distress.

Kaye was as startled as everyone else with Y/N’s sudden appearance. He was in the middle of a sparring match with another warrior when he caught sight of her. For a moment, Kaye stood still, when she hurriedly approached him and led him away. The others looked on curiously at them, but Y/N paid no heed to their inquisitive glances. Neteyam hung his head in shame, already feeling his father’s eyes on him. He would have to explain this later - why his future mate was blatantly ignoring him and having a private conversation with another man.

But Y/N couldn’t wait, her heart was pounding to find out the truth. To ask if Kaye had even fought for her. Did he know about the arrangement and didn’t tell her? Let her cry into his arms, while he had a big secret of his own that he kept away.

“I deserve the truth, Kaye,” she demanded, her throat already ablaze with the harshness of her tone. It was a tone she had never used with him, not even during their worst fights, "When exactly were you going to tell me that your father had arranged a union for you and Yäyä?"

“Oh… so you know?” he stammered, his voice barely above the whisper. Kaye could sense the weight of the other warriors’ stares in the distance, but the heaviest of all was the way Y/N was looking at him. She was overflowed with anger and disappointment, and he knew that he deserved it, choosing to withhold the truth from her. “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I was only waiting for the right time.”

“The right time?” she repeated in disbelief, "What about the time when I confided in you about Mo'at's arrangement for me? Remember how I cried in your arms because I couldn't bear the thought of being forced into a life where I couldn't be with you?"

Kaye's ears drooped in shame as he reached for her arm, but Y/N stepped away from him with a sharp shake of her head. It felt as though his touch would sear her skin.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to hurt you,” he shook his head, as if disappointed with himself, “But both of us knew that our time together was limited. I mean… you’re being forced into a union too, it’s not like either of us can defy tradition.”

“Maybe if you had fought for me,” tears began to well up in her eyes again, “If you had stood up for me and fought for me, none of this would have happened."

“Y/N -” he tried reaching for her again,  but she turned on her heel and strode towards her ikran, wiping away her tears.

Kaye, and the rest of the warriors, watched in silence as she mounted her ikran in a swift motion, not bothering to even complete a Tsaheylu with the banshee, and took off into the sky.

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Despite being far from the caves, Y/N was sure that she could hear the distant thudding of the drums and the soft humming of Mo'at. As if the intoxicating scent of burning herbs was filling her nostrils, and she was enveloped in a haze of smoke inside of the healing tent. Closing her eyes, too tired to keep them open, she saw Kaye holding hands with Yäyä, whispering words of blessing for their union as Tsahik presided over the private ceremony. Y/N pulled her knees closer to her chest, burying her face in her hands.

The memory of Kaye kissing her forehead and holding her close, comforting her with his soothing words, was now too painful to recall. She felt cold and numb, unable to face the reality of the situation. When she had fled from the mountains and found herself alone in the forest, she had lost all her emotions, along with her self-preservation. If she returned home and saw Kaye with Yäyä, she knew her heart wouldn't be able to handle it, so she decided to stay in the forest.

Her usual very aware self was so lost in thought that she barely paid attention to the rustling of the leaves. Y/N felt a pang of disappointment, once she realized that it wasn’t danger, but just Neteyam stepping from behind the bushes. She almost wished it was a sky person or a palulukan that came to take away her pain, replace her injured heart with something even worse and unbearable.

“Finally. I have been looking for you,” Neteyam announced, his voice cutting through the silence.

She slowly lifted her gaze to meet his, her eyes lacking spark. Her freckles, usually prominent on her skin, seemed to blend in with the darkness of the forest, concealing her like a protective cloak. Neteyam could see that she was disconnected from the present, lost in her own thoughts. He sighed, taking a step closer and crouching down in front of her.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you but it is dangerous to be here alone by yourself. Everyone is worried.”

“I doubt many worry about me,” she attempted a scoff but the lack of energy faded it into a despondent mutter.

“Nonsense,” Neteyam shook his head.

Y/N studied him for a moment, searching for any ulterior motive behind his visit. Was he there merely out of duty to locate his ‘destined’ mate and ensure her safety after her outburst at the training camp? Could that be sufficient to make Tsahik regret her decision?

“I am sorry for the way I behaved earlier, in front of the others,” she spoke with a hint of hope appearing in her voice, “It might have ruined my chances of being mated to anyone.”

“See? I meant doing something bigger than that if you wanted to end this arrangement,” Neteyam regarded her with a teasing smile, “What you did only scratched the surface. And much to your disappointment, it was not enough.”

“Not like I planned it,” she scoffed, “I just had to talk to him before his ceremony with her…” Y/N trailed off. 

“I get it,” Neteyam nodded in understanding, “You don’t have to apologize though. I can see that you’re hurting, and just so you know, I would never stand in your way if you’d want to see or talk to him sometimes in the future,” he sighed with a slight difficulty, as if the offer he made took much effort, “”s just make sure to keep it a secret. I can't be seen by the clan in such a way.”

She let out a breath, caught off guard by his offer, then frowned, as though it seemed too generous. Y/N had never seen Neteyam in this light before. While he was known for making sacrifices for the good of the clan, she had always thought it was simply part of his duty. Now, Y/N wasn't certain if he was performing for her or if Neteyam was genuinely trying to help. It seemed foolish for him to propose such a risky idea that could easily ruin his carefully-crafted reputation as the future chief. She found herself gaining trust in him.

“Thank you for the kindness,” Y/N finally spoke, her smile weak, "But there's no need for that. It's over between him and me. I won't revisit that history again."

Eywa makes no mistakes. Maybe this was her chance to mend things with Neteyam, and get on the right path. Maybe they could do this, build a strong bond on a mutual understanding, friendship, and share moments of solitude. They couldn’t be lovers, but they could become good partners. Maybe there was much more to Neteyam that Y/N yet had to see. 

chapter 3 →

a/n: ik this is still a little slow but in the third chapter you're finally getting more neteyam x y/n)) please don't forget to show some love

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Love next door , EP 2

"Always knew what love means-" is what rings in my mind when I see through all of Seung-hyo's action. There's a gleam of love in his eyes in all the moments he looks at her and the reason no one around him probably gets it - because oh bickering is their love language. And you wouldn't know people fighting for each other's lives would actually be falling in love with eachother but also it's most likely they would.

"Hate - 미움" is how the episode is titled and you think why it is? It's because what seems like hate is actually love that has been trampled by situations.

"Hate has its own satellites. Your high expectations, your faith and fondness for a certain person are all interconnected. But when any of these elements leave their orbit or retrograde it can turn into hate" ~Seung-hyo

It was about mending relationships showing the light how there's a thin line between hate and love - why they are the strongest emotions we feel towards anyone.

We all get Mi-sook's trauma right? She hasn't been the best but it's all response to a societal baggage she has been carrying around. "What if I haven't done enough for myself - my daughter will do it !!" - this is where asian mothers fall weak it's to understand your expectations shouldn't turn into a baggage for your child to the limit they fail to express what concerns them. All Seokryu ever wanted from her mother was to stand by her side when she needed the most - as children would look upto their parents to love them the way they are and not hold them as a trophy of achievement or as the compensation of what they themselves couldn't achieve.

While Seung-hyo's emotions are a bit more transparent to us -Seokryu's are not. And in my eyes she has been holding onto a lot more emotions we can't see through - because there is a complexity in her character that comes out as bossy and chaotic but is vulnerable and over burdened with expectations and responsibilities. And you know who knows her the best right!!!!

Though I feel Seung-hyo is an equally hidden and complex character when it's comes to his own emotions but transparent only when it comes to be with her [ofcourse].

Something healed in all of us when he said : "Don't force yourself to laugh when you want to cry". It's something we all want to hear when we are breaking down and still trying to smile through, for what ? Just so people don't see how weak we are , how much we want to cry and hold onto someone. Showing emotions do not make you weak specially to the people who care about you!!

Seung-hyo knew when he had to be by her side - so effortless and comforting. Isn't that the base of childhood friendships- someone who can see through what you feel and brings you to a position where you actually freely express what you are going through.

Umbrella - sometimes symbolised love and sometimes the shield. He let go off her shield and let her get drenched in the rain - let her cry out all she has been holding out , pouring down along with the rain all the emotions she had been hiding in the facade of a smile.

"WHEN YOU KNOW YOU KNOW"- we all know , we all can recall that smile he gave when he got to know she wasn't getting married . We know when he followed her to the park to make her feel better- we know when he brought one umbrella to share , when he closed it to let her cry out, when he rearranged her room like it used to be , when he put the stars she loved on the ceiling, when he shifted close to her just to be by her side. Only two episodes out and I think this episode is already my favorite!!

I don't know if it meant that there's only a thin line between hate and love and therefore it does take only one moment to change it. But I do feel it also meant the things changing between them , between those two windows- between those two friends- it's crazily well shown ❤️‍🩹😭

And here comes my favourite scene with these lines playing in my mind -" If you could see that I am the one who understands you, been here all the time so why can't you see it, you belong with mee...yeah!!"

In my concluding lines, we all feel that why does Seukryu not get what he means , why doesn't she see the same thing we are seeing. But let me tell you SHE DOES! She does see it , she does care for it- but for the complexity and baggage she carries maybe this resides in her subconscious self only and it will take time for her to realise it. To all the times he looked for her , she looked out for him too- she asked him too if he was doing okay.. all because she wanted him to be part of everything she did then and now .

[mahi-wayy]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | 𝑯𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑳𝒀

• General • Romantic [only sfw]

A/n : not adding my usual nsfw part bcz they are supposed to be technically minors in the show? listen I'll add nsfw if people ask but I ain't having anyone slamming me in comments and asks, I have other stuff to worry about thank you very much.

I - GENERAL

"He is right, dark and brooding but right."

dark and brooding my ass blake you're brother is a fucking softie. he just has trauma but which elder sibling doesn't.

he has been burned too much that he would rather appear dark and intimidating to keep himself but most importantly blake safe and sound.

they were adopted by the bradleys at the ages of 8 and 11 respectively. while blake only spent like two months in his orphanage and didn't even remember much about his biological parents, he spent around two years in the orphanage and he does remember the accident that took away his parents.

he had a whole phase in his teen where he would dream about the accident and blame himself for surviving.

he and blake were at the same orphanage.

gravitated towards each other quite quickly especially because hunter kind of scared away the bullies that were troubling blake and the little boy just attached himself to hunter pretty much ever since.

refused to go with bradleys if they don't take blake too. luckily the couple was more than happy too.

had what? a year of normalcy before their adoptive parents died too. he still remembers a little blake crying endlessly at night because he missed them.

that's when he decided to be like a filter between world and his brother.

sensei omino was a shit parent figure but these two were entirely too grateful for the man to continue reaching them what their parents started to actually notice him using them or pushing them to hard.

he usually took the blame too if blake messed something up because he knew if he was involved too, sensei would focus on him more than yelling at his brother.

it's hard for him to handle and understand emotions. barely cried and takes time to build emotional connects since he has kept himself so shielded since he was a kid.

developed insomnia at a early age.

never lost in a sparring match at the academy, like never.

also the best weirder of crimson thunder in the academy. his color is related with a loud, aggressive and damaging side of the element.

basically he is strong as fuck and some of his hot headedness comes from his element other than his personality.

was the one who believed lothor first under his hurt and anger that never quite found a outlet, which automatically convinced blake of it too.

wasn't really connecting with anyone like blake did with tori unconsciously. he was okay with everything they did until he realized the truth. he still feels guilty about that.

he didn't quite like shane's energy, it was practically the red ranger's authoritative aura clashing with his own leadership role, he did tell blake about it.

eventually got used to it once they became a team and he took his second-in-command position.

he is every short-tempered and certain things trigger him at full force. for example he once short circuited cyber cam for cracking a offensive joke at blake.

it took cam three weeks to fix his cyber counterpart because the crimsion thunder pretty much fried his servers and operators.

"you can't have thunder without lightning." "lightning is always followed by thunder." please and this was your own good DO NOT SEPARATE HIM FROM BLAKE.

if he doesn't know about his brother's whereabouts for more than say 4 hours and the man also isn't responding to his morpher, he might as well flip the city upside down to find him.

very fiercely loyal and protective. once he decides to choose someone as his person he will stand by it until you give him solid prove of wrong doings of that person.

a little morally off course, blake is the moral compass most of the time. doesn't mind doing small bad for greater good and can't forget the whole lothor phase.

doesn't like water all that much either, mostly because of his incapacity to swim in too much water and his electrical element.

please don't leave him in a kitchen unsupervised he will end up burning something if not the whole house- good lord.

has trouble sleeping which makes cam's canon comment on his caffeine intake very real.

he drinks so much coffee and other caffeine stuff he is practically immune to it at this point 😭💀🤚🏻

someone please hug this man I volunteer as tribute

VERY PETTY.

BIG SARCASM.

he has murderous tendencies if poked too much when is clearly not feeling it.

II - ROMANTIC

makes the first move.

very obvious about his liking before the official ask out.

he is very standing next to you by jungkook coded bf.

first thing he does is look for his partner after a race.

not much on pda but would rest a arm around their shoulder and drop a occasional forehead kiss.

is a slow and passionate kisser. his kisses usually end up in heavy make out sessions.

very protective in general but even more for his partner.

makes a effort to learn about his partner's hobby so he can just make a conversation if not take part in it for some reason.

spends most of his free time with them.

always tries his best to make up for anytime his ranger duties take him away from plans or stuff.

sleeps as the big spoon.

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[marrrrss]

Against the clock (part 2 - Final)

Bf! Hank Voight x Gf! Reader x kid

Hell a lot of angst but fluff end

Summary: continuation of part 1

TW : kidnapping, guns, swearing, hospitals, getting hurt, trauma? yeah, along these lines

Words count: 849 words

Writer's note: @pear-1206

The clock was ticking, and every second felt like a lifetime. The team worked tirelessly, scouring security footage and running plates from nearby traffic cams. Kevin finally broke the tense silence.

"I got something!" he announced, drawing everyone's attention to his monitor. "Black SUV, parked near Hank's house about 15 minutes before the patrol car went silent. No plates, but it took off heading west toward the industrial district."

"Get patrol units on that route," Hank barked. "Adam, Kim, you're with me. Jay, coordinate with Kev and get more eyes on those streets."

The team scattered, their movements precise and coordinated. Hank grabbed his gear, his mind racing with the worst possibilities but refusing to let them overwhelm him.

The room was dimly lit, and your head throbbed as you came to. Your hands were tied, but not tightly enough to keep you completely immobilized. Liam sat nearby, his face streaked with tears.

“Hey, hey…” you whispered, forcing yourself to stay calm for his sake. “It’s going to be okay, Liam. I promise.”

He sniffled, nodding, though his little body shook with fear.

The door creaked open, and a man entered—a tall, burly figure with a menacing glare. “You’re awake,” he muttered. “Good. Saves me the trouble.”

You glared at him, your voice steady despite the fear gnawing at your stomach. “What do you want?”

The man smirked, stepping closer. “The kid’s parents owed my boss. Big time. They’re gone, and now I’m just cleaning up their mess. You and the boy? Collateral damage.”

“Collateral?” you spat. “He’s a child! You’re just a coward, cleaning up your own failure to handle business like a man.”

The insult earned you a sharp slap, but you refused to flinch. Liam whimpered, and you shot him a reassuring look, silently mouthing, Stay brave.

You had no idea if Hank or anyone from Intelligence would find you in time, but one thing was clear—you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

Back at Intelligence, Trudy burst into the bullpen. “Patrol just spotted a van matching the description heading toward an abandoned warehouse on the south side.”

“That’s them,” Hank growled, grabbing his vest and gun. “Let’s move.”

The team mobilized, their vehicles racing through Chicago’s streets. Hank gripped the wheel, his mind focused entirely on getting to you and Liam. Nothing else mattered.

As they reached the warehouse, the team spread out, securing the perimeter. Jay and Adam took the back entrance while Hank and Kevin approached the front. The tension was thick, the only sound the faint hum of a nearby train.

As the chaos unfolded in the warehouse, one of the kidnappers, desperate and cornered, lunged toward you and Liam. Instinctively, you moved to shield the boy, and a sharp pain tore through your side. You gasped, stumbling backward as the man’s knife made contact.

“Y/N!” Hank roared, his voice echoing through the building as he fired a precise shot, the kidnapper dropping instantly.

You sank to the ground, clutching your side, trying to keep pressure on the wound. Liam clung to you, crying uncontrollably. “It’s okay, buddy,” you whispered, your voice weak but steady. “You’re okay.”

Hank was at your side in seconds, dropping to his knees. His hands hovered over you, panic flashing in his eyes. “You’re hurt. Damn it, you’re hurt.”

“Just a scratch,” you joked weakly, though your pale face betrayed the pain.

Coming out of the ambulance and into med the whole ER team is outside waiting knowing inside the ambu is a MED member.

As the stretcher comes out everything starts working fast.

"It's not that bad Maggie. Hurts like a bitch but not too bad" you say seeing Maggie, "you're just leading y/n nothing more" she says glancing at you.

"Open up! MED on the house, trauma 3 go go go now." she barks as everyone turns to give you assistance. "now you Hank stay here ok? we got her"

"I-" Hank tries to talk back but Maggie cuts him off instantly "shes one of ours, so we'll take care of her. you go seat with everyone and try not to kill her family when they get here ok?"

The next hours go by a blank. Liam ended up being completely fine, scared, and probably with trauma to last 3 lifetimes but alive and safe

Hours later, after the knife wound was cleaned and stitched, and a blood transfusion ensured you were stable, you finally woke up in a recovery room. Hank was there, sitting by your side, his hand gripping yours tightly.

“You’re a stubborn one, you know that?” he said, his voice thick with relief.

“Takes one to know one,” you teased, though your voice was hoarse.

His expression softened as he leaned closer, brushing a hand over your hair. “You scared the hell out of me. Seeing you hurt like that…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I’m not used to being the one who can’t fix things.”

“You did, though,” you whispered. “You found us. You kept Liam safe. That’s all that matters.”

"And no more take-out delays ok?" "Got it"

END <3

(part 3 or continuation of what happens to Liam? :) )

[danikamariewrites]

I’m really loving all your fics, you are so incredibly talented and I really hope you know how much you are appreciated! I don’t know if this is too similar to other mental health works you’ve done but would you consider doing one with either Mor or Nesta being mated to a reader who hates confrontation and deals with anxiety. I feel like both Nesta and Mor don’t hide away from confrontation and it would be a cool dynamic to see how either one of them helps reader out 💕

Confrontation

Nesta x reader

A/n: thank you anon that means so much. I’m truly grateful that for the support you all give me and my blog. I love seeing your requests, comments, likes, and reblogs❤️ I think I did something like this for Cassian but everyone’s different so I went with Nesta on this one

Warnings: mentions of past trauma, anxiety

You were never one to get into a fight. You liked to talk things out rather than get physical or yell. Loud noises and yelling made your anxiety act up. You just shut down if someone starts yelling at you. You never responded well to yelling, especially as a kid since your parents argued a lot.

When you and Nesta felt comfortable in your relationship and you met her family you were invited over for game night. You didn’t know such a small group could be so loud. But it was a good loud, nothing to set you off.

That was until Nesta caught Cassian placing down two cards instead of one like he was supposed to. “Cassian that’s cheating!” “What are you talking about? Az definitely put that card down!” Their argument slowly pulled in Az then Rhys. You had no idea Nesta could tell like that.

Feyre noticed your discomfort immediately. Your mental shields were coming along but they weren’t at Nesta’s level yet. Feyre slipped in discreetly just to make sure you were ok. Once she saw that you weren’t Feyre scrambled to sit next to you pulling you into a hug. You knew from the way Feyre gripped you she everything.

You were tense in her arms watching the four of them fight. Rhys noticed first, “Feyre, y/n? What’s wrong?” You didn’t notice tears were slowly falling down your cheeks until Nesta was kneeling by your side wiping them away. “Y/n, what’s wrong baby?”

“Sorry,” you whisper. You let go of Feyre and scoot away from them. You stand and Nesta follows, looking at you with concern. “I’m just, I’m gunna go to your room for a minute.” You mumble. “Ok.” You turned and walked as fast as you could.

Once in the safety of Nesta’s bedroom your curled up on top of her covers, your mind racing. You knew Feyre had been in your mind. She and Rhys had been teaching you enough to know how to feel the intrusion. You felt like you needed someone to know how you felt since you weren’t great at verbalizing it sometimes.

Minutes later Nesta lightly knocked on the door and entered. “Hey,” she said softly, approaching the bed to sit by your side, “Feyre told me. I’m so sorry. I wouldn’t have yelled like that if I knew.” You sit up and see her guilty face. “I forgive you. But, all I ask is that you try not to do that again.” Nesta nods quickly.

From then on Nesta kept her tone in check. Her family was surprised by the change. She constantly reminded them that it was for you and they needed to be careful as well. Occasionally Cassian would push her buttons but she kept her temper reigned in. You didn’t even ask her to work on her temper, that’s what surprised you.

As a treat for her improvement you decided that some shopping and lunch at her favorite cafe was best. As you walked down the bustling streets, hand-in-hand toward the cafe you saw a group of females Nesta was less than friendly with.

They we’re shooting her dirty looks as you both tried your best to ignore them. Until the ‘leader’ stepped on the train of your dress causing you to stumble a little. Her friend group laughed as you tried to collect yourself. When you looked to Nesta you saw she was fuming. Her fists were curled at her sides, her face set in a grimace.

As you rushed to stand by her side you heard voices but were blocking them out, trying to calm down. Nesta turned to you. She looked as if she were asking permission to scream at the female, maybe even punch her if it came down to it. You steeled yourself giving her a dip of your chin in response to the silent question.

And Nesta did not hold back. You almost felt bad for the female when she and her friends stormed off. Nesta turned back to you immediately apologizing. “Y/n I’m sorry but I couldn’t let her get away with that. She’s a fucking bitch and hasn’t been put in her place in a long time.”

You grabbed her hand. “Nesta, it’s ok. Thank you for defending me.” Nesta gently laid her hands on the sides of your face and placing a kiss on your forehead. “I love you.” You smiled at her, “I love you too. Now, let’s get lunch I’m starving.” She wraps her arm around your shoulder as you made the rest of the walk to the cafe.

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[mvltisstuff]

for whom the bell tolls - p.p

summary: y/n can’t help but take revenge on the person who ruined her childhood. as hard as peter tries, he nor the avengers can stop her.

peter parker x reader

a/n: i rewatched infinity war today so i was in an mcu mood yk :)) i also used a villain name generator so that’s why his names a little funky 😭 ALSO i kinda imagined y/n’s powers kinda like thenas cosmic energy weapons in eternals!!

y/n has had nothing but fury for one man her whole life. the man who lay her mothers body in front of her as she watched her life crumble before her eyes. her home was destroyed, along with her regular childhood.

she was just a normal kid. she played outside with friends on the playground. she talked to them during lunch in school. she came home and spent time with her parents. she hadn’t even hit the third grade before it was turned upside down.

y/n hadn’t seen this excuse of a person since her parents were murdered before her. he never produced the fighters himself, leaving it to his own workers. she remembers the exact face summoning her away and placing her into doom. the experiments were run, and she was forced into isolation from her peers in the world.

nightsiege had been behind the whole matter, the mastermind. he was able to capture y/n at the perfect time, training her to become one of his own army with combat skills and using her own powers.

y/n was fully aware of the life she was missing. she watched the world around her as she could never escape the nightmare. she was supposed to be top of her class, but she was top product of the nightsiege’s manipulation instead.

it wasn’t until the base was invaded by the avengers when receiving their own threat, easily being able to demolish the sources. y/n stood out immensely. she wasn’t running for cover, she was fighting for herself. the team knew she needed help, but they also knew she had too much potential to be a hero. so, they took her back to the compound. they trained her properly in new york, trying to undo some of the trauma impended on her from the siege corporations. pretty soon, she was enrolled into school, easily meshing in educationally but socially was another story.

being completely shut out from the world sets you back. she was awkward, but a sweet soul. she just wanted friends, and the adorable boy came over to her with his friend to sit with her. peter knew what it was like to be an outcast. of course, not the same way y/n was, but he was a friend. yeah, tony had told him to be nice to her, but it meshed into more. she became a true functioning person in society because of peter. he guided her through life, teaching her about things she missed when she was being experimented on. she held him dearly, having nothing but admiration for him. he never once stepped away from her side. he listened to all of her stories, and spent time with her out of school. he became her person, her safe space. peter knows what it’s like to have a responsibility that you didn’t ask for.

peter was completely mesmerized by her abilities, making swords and shields from her bare hands. her defense was incredible, and peter became better from her. y/n opened peters eyes more than by just training. he came to terms that you can do a lot with a little. it doesn’t matter what your background is, because anyone has to power to rescue someone else.

peter vividly remembers the day he asked her out. he was shaking like a leaf all day, may almost having to sedate him. he didn’t want to overstep on her growth, taking note on how far she’s come. he couldn’t hold it in anymore. it felt like something was holding them apart from growing up together, and he needed to say something before it all turned to rust. she eased him quickly, calming all his anxieties with just one kiss.

they spent every day together. weekends and weekdays were filled with school and training and missions. this was one of the days, after school in the training rooms of the compound. they had it all alone, and y/n stood holding pads for peter to punch.

“c’mon, y/n!” he shouts, happily. “stop going easy on me!”

“i’m not going easy on you!” she replies. “trust me, you’d be begging me to stop if i went any further.”

“…that’s what she said,” peter whispers as y/n smacks the pad against his head.

“grow up, spider-boy,” she beams, continuing to let him practice.

the rest of the avengers were in the other room, discussing an upcoming debacle. tony, steve, natasha, and bruce stood around the table, connecting with thor in asgard. “if he hasn’t been to asgard, tony, he’s back to earth.”

“didn’t we go to that department the other day?” nat adds. “y/n was there for that, he could’ve somehow heard she’s with us.”

“because he wants her back. she’s only getting more powerful and he wants to manipulate her more,” steve speaks next, starting to put the puzzle pieces together.

“well, why didn’t the creep come sooner if he knew she was out? he’s only coming because he knows she’s with us,” tony questions.

“nightsiege wanted her to get to her highest level of skill before he started to utilize her. besides, he’s been anti-avenger since the day we formed so we’re the last people he wants her with,” nat tells him. “it’s similar to the red-room. you were used until you were perfect. he wouldn’t even kill her, he’d just torture her further.”

“do we tell her, i mean, i think she has a right to know-“

“no,” steve tells bruce. “she could get hurt or killed if she tries to intervene. it’s best if we handle this on our own, without her and peter.”

“handle what?” peter asks, his soft voice ringing through the room as y/n stands behind him, looking fearfully at the superheroes in the room.

“so he’s only coming back to take me away?”

“basically, yes,” tony says.

“what about the other ones? why doesn’t he want them?”

“they’re not with the avengers, and none of them have the skill set that you have with the powers,” bruce tells her, looking into her frightened eyes, trying to cover up her worry. “and your parents, probably have something to do with it.”

“he killed them, that’s the deal with them,” y/n sits in the chair, thinking heavily about the situation in her hands. “i’m finding him.”

“no,” peter murmurs. “i don’t think that’s a good idea, like at all.”

“the kids right,” tony says. “you’re one of the strongest forces on this planet but you don’t have the capabilities to fully take this guy down.”

a switch flips in y/n, a side of her that she tried to bury away is released. she’s craved revenge and shooting karma his way, but she’s held it in. its been on the tip of her tongue since she watched her parents take their last breath and now it’s right in front of her. peter saw her eyes darken at the mention of him. he watched the bright smile on her face disintegrate away at the thought. a naïve part of him hoped they were past it. the young, innocent parts of themselves prayed that he was gone, never to return. unfortunately, it’s never that simple.

the second y/n ran out of that room and left the compound, they knew they were in for a ride of hell. y/n became like a daughter to them, and friend. they treated her like royalty since they say they found her, often forgetting that she capable on her own since she was so young.

when y/n found herself taking the jet, she knew she could never go back. just leaving the compound meant she was in too deep, and she just hoped she wouldn’t regret it. she was able to track down a secret management base that nightsiege would be most likely to go to. that’s where the all the information is, different from the actually training site.

“y/n’s gone,” tony alerts. “she’s trying to find nightsiege alone, which she can’t do.”

“i’ll check the tracking status on the missing jet,” bruce moves to one of the computers, seeing the new site on the map. “she’s at the info base.”

“damn it, kid,” tony shakes his head, rubbing his eyes. “well, suit up, what are we waiting for?”

peter glances as him anxiously, knowing y/n wants to do it alone. peters always tried to please everyone. if y/n gets mad at him, he’ll get mad at himself and he can’t handle her people being mad at him. peter knows there’s a right and a wrong here, and he senses full jeopardy coming toward y/n. he’s loved her for years, and peter is y/n’s favorite person. so, he goes along with avengers, going to find y/n and her vengeance.

when y/n climbed through the back entrances, she was confronted with pure darkness. the only thing that she could hear was the light whirring of the air and machinery above her. the room was filled with metal pipes and tanks. there were small offices, pitch black with nothing but a white shade in front of the windows. she illuminated her path by using a golden defense baton that was formed from her hands. her footsteps from the thick boots on her feet echoed through the tall ceilings.

when she stepped forward, she felt a bench of buttons and switches in front of her. she pressed the power key, causing a screen to shine in front of her. it contained files and sections of confidential information at the tip of her fingers. as she was preoccupied looking at the words on the massive screen, the noises behind her did not go unnoticed.

“i thought that i’d find you here,” he speaks strongly, chills rushing down y/n’s spine. she never knew that the sound of someone’s voice could make her feel sick to her stomach. “what’s brought you to me, child?”

“i’m ending all of this,” y/n turns, making eye contact with the monster in front of her. he had his own protection on, covered in armor and his own weapons. she points to the screen in front of her, all of the crucial files, including her own.

“you’ll never get those files, y/n. you are not nearly as strong as you need to be. i came to save you.”

“i don’t need any more saving, not from you.”

“you’ve been poisoned by the avengers. they’ve brainwashed you and completely put you in a box. i made you the strongest version of yourself.”

“the worst version of myself was when i was under your control. you’re a weak, weak man who has nothing going for him but a bunch of lame excuses of experiments. you ripped my life to pieces with no remorse.”

his feet slam closer to y/n, his figure coming more into sight as she takes another step backwards. “you’ll never learn, y/n. your parents were never good for you. i saved you.”

flashes of the people who really saved y/n go through her mind. memories of her and peter together are flooding her. every touch, every word, every moment with him. the life she has now is only because of peter. every single part of her wishes he were there to fight this battle with her, but she had to do it alone.

“you’re psychotic,” y/n whispers as he shakes his head with a manic smirk on his face.

“you’re never getting what you want from me.”

“then i’ll get it from your corpse,” y/n spits out at him, shooting out swords from her wrists in milliseconds. she charges toward him, releasing bursts of energy onto his body, forcing him back before he gets up. he runs toward her, grabbing her much smaller body and throwing it against the wall with his strength. she slides down with the shattered glass, picking herself up as he walks over with his knives.

her hand meets his forearm, her leg smashing into his waist, making him buckle over. his grip remained on the weapon, leaving a slash over y/n’s thigh. she grunts out, but is able to form a ring of energy over her hand, connecting it with his throat as she kicks in the back of his knees.

his hand is in defense on his neck, but the power from him brings down chunks of the metal ceilings, falling around y/n and collapsing on top of her.

she forces a shield out of her, shoving the debris off her body and swiftly acting back on the villain. she somehow manages to land an aggressive punch on his face, temporarily disorienting him. his own fist connects with hers, covered in rough metal. her nose dripped of blood, leaving smears along with the cuts and bruises on her face from earlier impacts. her body’s tired, wanting to just leave and give up but never being able to let him win. he would kill her because he’s scared of her. somehow, the thought of him being scared pushed her even further.

the next time she blinked, she saw nightsiege being swept away, a long string of webbing dragging him backward. he was confused by the sticky substance on his back, slicing it off with his smaller knife. when he tried stepping forward again, one of the arrows from clint had exploded, forcing him onto his back before he could even think.

y/n brought herself up, landing toward him as she pushed herself up with the energy. her indestructible knife was no match for his, the two having it out in the middle of the ground. caps shield had come between the two, slicing the blade in half as y/n’s was faded back into her powerful hands. the force from the shield had sent nightsiege back onto the ground on his back. when he leaned up, his knife sliced cleanly across y/n’s stomach, leaving a deep gash into her body. she gasped out in pain, holding her abdomen with her free hand as she wobbled.

another forcefield was spread around them, blocking off the rest of the avengers from them. it was only y/n and nightsiege in the area now. it was up to her to kill him and his plans.

peter banged on the forcefield, pounding his fists while screaming y/n’s name. “mr. stark! we have to get this down! please, y/n!”

“kid, calm down,” he tries to ease the boy in front of him, but also battling his own worries. peters were unmatched. his eyes were glued on his girlfriends injured figure, in agony as she continued to move this guy further into the ground. peter tried to break down the barrier, but it was impossible.

y/n glanced at peter again, and maybe for the last time. she took a shaky breath, smashing more power into him to keep him down. the eye contact with peter was excruciating. she barely wanted to look at him, wanting to just fall into his arms and run away with him. however, just like she knew, there was no turning back.

she formed restraints around nightsieges wrists, tying them to the ground as she stepped over him. a circular weapon with sharp, serrated edges as she moved herself closer to him.

“you’ll nev-never be… a hero,” his raspy voice comes out, leaving a sour taste in y/n’s mouth. she tries to ignore the burning pain throughout her body before she retorts back at him.

“rot,” she says. “in hell,” with severe grit in her voice, she lands the weapon into his chest, robbing his lungs of oxygen and watching his frail body gasp for air. she watched his eyes unfocus, and the sinfulness in his eyes turns to death.

as the barrier disintegrates around her, peter is sprinting toward her. her eyes are staying on the dead body of the man who destroyed her, before they slowly adjust to peter.

“hey!” he says, softly. “y/n, we have to get you help!”

“peter,” she whines, letting herself fall into him as the rest of the avengers move to catch her. peter has her, though, and he doesn’t ever want to let go. “i have to end this.”

“you did, baby,” his hand lands on the side of her face. “it’s over.” she shakes her head no, limping over to the screen and the controls in front of her. with the clicks of a few buttons and the blur in her eyes, every last file is wiped from existence. she can finally say it’s over, and she can believe it at last. before she knows it, her body can’t withstand the pressure of her injuries, letting herself fall to the floor of the building.

next time she is awake, the bright lights of the recovery unit of the compound make her squint. no amount of lights could conceal the beautiful face in front of her, gripping her hand as peter looks like be might doze off himself. she looks around at her body on the bed, covered in thick bandages and wires.

“pete?” she asks, vulnerably.

“yeah, i’m here, you’re ok,” he tells her, sweet as ever in her mind. she smiles at him lightly, his hand brushing the sides of her hair. “you did it, y/n/n.”

“it’s done, peter.”

“mhm, all because of you. you saved more people than i can think of. you’ve always been a hero, y/n. you’re so much more than that too.”

she tries to lean up, wiping the tears off her face to give him a kiss. he realizes her attempt, then standing up to land a soft kiss on her lips. “i love you, peter.”

peter blinks, his heart moving a million miles an hour. they’ve been dating for a while, but somehow this one feels different. watching her inch closer to her deathbed made the three words meaningful than he thought they could get. he loved her too, more than anything in the world. “i love you too,” he replies, almost embarrassingly fast. his hand covers his mouth, causing giggles to leave y/n’s mouth.

“c’mon! she just got out of surgery and they’re making out in the recovery wing!” tony complains, making natasha shake her head with a grin.

“leave them be, tony,” she laughs. “she’s finally free, let him kiss the girl.”

“fine, but,” tony presses the loudspeaker button, his voice coming through the room. “i have my eye on you fools!”

[swordmaid]

ultimate 'know your character inside out' template, based on this post.

featuring shri'iia ofc..!

1. Name: Shri'iia (tn- silent storm in drowic), formerly Shri'iia Faen Tlabbar, maybe Shri'iia Ancunin 😳 or Shri'iia Menodora

2. Age: 214

3. Gender & Pronouns: cis female, she/her

4. Physical Appearance:

   - Hair color: white with light blue highlights

   - Eye color: a bright, stark red

   - Height: 5 ft in a good day.

   - Build: petite but she's curved and very toned. her upper body and arm muscles are defined due to her choice of weapons and fighting style - she prefers halberds, glaives and polearms than the standard sword and shield.

   - Distinguishing features (scars, tattoos, etc.): tattoo on her eye that wraps around her brow bone and extends up on her forehead, resembling devil horns or spider fangs depending on how you look at it. she also has a myriad of scars; one underneath her eye, a slash on her neck, various nicks on her body from past battles and a very distinct bite indent scarring her neck. she has a large forehead, no eyebrows, and a mole on her chest (very important.)

5. Background and Upbringing:

   - Where were they born and raised? shri'iia was born and raised in the Braeryn- the stenchstreets of Menzoberranzan where the poor, outlawed, slaves and the destitute lived.

   - What was their family structure like (parents, siblings)? she lived with her mother and father though shri'iia only had a proper relationship with her mother as she always assumed her father was their servant - a remnant of when her mother used to be a noble.

   - Describe their childhood environment and upbringing. as she was raised in the Braeryn, shri'iia's family was constantly moving from house to house to avoid any trouble either from the tenants or from the nobles who have come down to there to hunt. as a young child she relied on her mother often and soon came to understand the hierarchy and structure of their world - here only the strong survives and those who are weak are left to rot in the streets.

more often than not shri'iia's family was living amongst 10 or more other tenants in one house and there she learned how to cheat, lie and swindle but also how to be impressionable and likeable. her mother also sold herbs and potions at the side, and shri'iia learned alchemy from her.

all in all she actually was very attached to her mother..! it's only as she grew older and she started to really understand what the matriarchs preached that she started to lose respect for her. but when shri'iia was younger, she def held on to her mother like a little leech.

   - Were there any significant events or traumas in their past? the most significant thing in shri'iia's past was when she received the test of lolth in her trance. before that she attended every preaching and seminar the matriarchs were holding, and fully took everything in they said to heart. shri'iia aspired to become the type of drow lolth expected her followers to be. she saw it as a birthright - the person who she was meant to be. she never believed that there is more to her life than living in the squalor, and she did everything she could - lie, cheat, kill, etc. she was willing to do anything - to gain power, to show off her strength and show her loyalty to lolth and one particular night her dreams came true.

the trial consisted of three tests - the test of loyalty where it required her to kill her mother (and she also killed her father for good measure. don't say she never loved her mother when she let her die next to her beloved), a test of mettle where numerous of spiders crawled out of - and in her body and she needed to survive that encounter and a test of lies where she planted the seed for the downfall of a minor house. when she succeeded all three of lolth's test, she was regarded then blessed by her goddess and she became a paladin of the crown for lolth.

6. Education and Skills:

   - What level of education did they receive? shri'iia did not receive any formal education growing up, they did not have the means for schooling. instead, her mother taught her how to read and write, and her father - as he was mute bc his tongue was cut off - helped her finesse her handwriting and also showed her how to do more practical life skills like mending clothes or cooking.

   - Did they excel in any particular subjects or skills? shri'iia can read and write well enough, but her talents mostly lay on her physical prowess and ability to lie. she's also quite good on brewing potions as she was taught by her mother, but it's not something she particularly brags about.

   - Have they pursued any additional training or education since then? no formal education but after she was taken in by her matriarch, shri'iia received countless of books and tomes - mostly about lolth worship and their faith - to keep her busy in her little tower. that's when she also started dabbling on art, painting and embroidering. if you're stuck in one place for god knows how long i think you'd do anything to keep yourself busy tbh

7. Personality Traits:

   - Describe their personality in a few words. charismatic, cheeky, confident to the point that it comes off as pompous, unnervingly loyal but pretty paranoid. she can also get very attached and clingy to people that she likes.

   - What are their strengths and weaknesses? shri'iia's loyalty is something that can't be undermined. she devotes her entire self - both a strength and a weakness - as she makes a very good ally but she disregards anything that isn't related to her oath. she's also very charismatic and she can lie her way in and out of situations which is both a good and a bad thing. her physical prowess is something worth noting too, as well as her ability to ⚡ smite the shit out of people just bc she wants too, but she also gets very paranoid at times and sometimes assumes the worst possible outcome to situations because of the environment she grew up in before. basically, she's on fight or flight mode.

   - How do they typically react under stress or pressure? it depends on what kind of pressure it is. most of the time she has a very ? nah i'd win attitude to literally anything but if it's a situation that has something to do with her oath or someone that's important to her, then that's when she gets more serious.

8. Motivations and Goals:

   - What are their short-term and long-term goals? as of her current general dnd canon she doesn't have much goals currently. she's a traveler who's more focused on exploring and learning about the world because there is so much that she doesn't know about due to being raised in lolth's cult. along the way she performs heroic feats and save anyone who is bound against their will as per her new oath dictates, but for most of the time, she's just chilling.

post canon bg3 though, she's traveling the faerun with astarion as they were both confined in their own little worlds before but now they want to see what else the world has to offer, and they're also looking for a cure for his vampirism - or at least, anything that can help alleviate the symptoms whether it's to ease the hunger or allow him to walk under the sun. any information they find they send it to the underdark coven so it helps the vampires down there as well. i also like the idea that astarion visits them from time to time, and bc the underdark is a hostile environment for shri'iia now that she's earned lolth's ire, she waits for him up in the surface, moping and sobbing probably.

   - What drives them to pursue these goals? her goal to travel the world is to really see what else she has missed out on and it's just a further revelation of the lies that lolth feeds her followers. she wants to see the world for how it really is and not how she was told. and for her bg3 canon, it's just mainly because she promised astarion that she would help him walk under the sun again so that's what she's going to do.

   - Are there any fears or insecurities that motivate or hinder them? lots of fears and insecurities! who is shri'iia if not a very fearful woman that's very insecure about her entire existence now that she's been forsaken by her goddess! despite all that shri'iia continues on anyway. sometimes her paranoia gets the better of her and it makes her feel compelled to flee but she's learnt how to tamp down her insecurities and soldier on anyway.

before, shri'iia's whole confidence is very reliant on her oath and who she was serving- without it or them she would feel like she's worth nothing but now she's learnt how to pick herself back up and live again.

9. Relationships:

   - Who are the most important people in their life? in bg3 canon? probably astarion. she loves her friends too - the other companions ofc - shri'iia is very caring and loyal to the people she likes (in her own way) but astarion is def the person she's learned how to be most comfortable and vulnerable with. trusting doesn't come easily to her, not when the very concept of it is something that's considered a joke from where she grew up, so for her to actually be fully and genuinely trusting someone is a big feat.

in general canon i don't have any friends for her yet nor fleshed out her dynamic and relationship with thalia yet sobs

   - How do they interact with family, friends, and acquaintances? shri'iia is a very playful person and cheeky, so sometimes she's a little shit. she likes to poke fun at people, and enjoy anyone that can banter with her or even match her deranged humour. but she's also very loyal and very caring to anyone she likes and she respects, and she's very the type to drop everything and do what they ask if they need her as she lovees to feel useful.

   - Do they have any romantic interests or significant relationships? in bg3 canon she's in a how many centuries long lite-engagement with astarion. they'll elope someday probably but for now they're just wearing promise rings. they don't want to commit to anything yet but they're in no rush -they have all the time in the world 😊. in general canon she's with thalia as they're soulmates..! but again their relationship is still unknown to me. but just know they're together

10. Past Experiences:

    - Have they faced any major challenges or setbacks in the past? perhaps the most major challenge shri'iia had face was when she broke her oath because that was how she lost everything. and it's not just her worship to lolth that was lost - it's her home, her culture and her entire world. breaking her oath was not a minor inconvenience she faced, but quite literally a world shattering thing that made her feel like her own insides had been ripped open and i think if she didn't pursue her new freedom she would've just killed herself as she sees no point to her existence anymore. she didn't know how to exist outside of lolth.

    - How have these experiences shaped their beliefs and values? it completely upturned her entire belief system and values. her whole existence relied on lolth's doctrine. without it, she doesn't know who she is as an individual person as she has threw away any part of herself that didn't fit lolth's expectations. she didn't have her own opinions or personal thoughts ; everything was catered to how lolth wanted her followers to be. the fact that she was disregarded so callously after 2 centuries worth of worship and sacrifice and doing awful awful god knows what for her goddess is really enough to flip her over. like home girl spiraled. but eventually she reached an impasse and she decided to pursue this new freedom she's left with now that she's stuck in the surface and in doing so, kickstarted her journey of disassembling 2 centuries worth of indoctrination.

    - Have they experienced any significant losses or tragedies? she has caused her own tragedies - her mother was killed by her own hand, and she was the one who chose to swear fealty with her matriarch that caused her to be in a century long codependent toxic one-sided relationship. shri'iia understanding that she was the root of her own problems, and that every choice had been hers to made to begin with is a big part of her arc. she also refuses to regret the choices that she made- she doesn't see the point now that it's long gone and she has already faced (or is facing) the consequences, but now she's allowing herself to mourn the situation she was in.

11. Worldview and Beliefs:

    - What are their core beliefs and values? shri'iia's core beliefs reflects on her new oath - she believes no one should be held by anything against their will, and everyone should have the ability to choose their own fates. she really values the freedom of choice as that was something that she never had before, and whatever decision one makes - whether it's good or bad - is irrelevant as the act of choosing and making that decision is what's important for her.

    - How do they view the world around them? despite living in the surface now and she's leagues away from menzoberranzan, i think she still attains that belief that there's a hierarchy in society and people with power belongs at the top while the weak are in the bottom. it's one of the things she's unlearning though esp as she's being exposed to more cultures and different societies, but i also think that understanding isn't something that's she can easily unlearned as it's very ingrained in her brain and that's what she learned to follow and really understand to survive down there.

    - Are there any cultural, religious, or philosophical influences in their life? lolth's influence over everything was integral to shri'iia until she was forsaken. now she mostly takes in the environment around her and learns from them.

12. Inner Conflict:

    - What internal struggles do they face?

shri'iia's internal struggles stems around her relationship with her oath and how she acts upon it. before she mindlessly followed her oath without questioning as she saw herself as a vessel to enact those tenets, but now that she's an oathbreaker paladin and she has this new oath, she struggles with trying to not be a mindless follower and actually think about her actions and what she's doing, etc. she's also starting to question her own believes which leads her resolution to falter sometimes - the very basis of her paladin powers - but it also allows her to understand her new oath better. so despite her taking up the mantle of an oathbreaker paladin shri'iia is still going through a constant introspection.

shri'iia knows the depths of her own devotion and she knows how easily she can fall back into it, the familiarity being this siren call as she was more sure of herself before all this. but she ignores it and continues to pursue her own freedom despite the uncertainty.

    - Are there any unresolved issues from their past that continue to affect them?

lots of unresolved issues and traumas and it's only now that she has the capacity to actually reflect on it. as said before shri'iia could not make herself regret her actions, and even when she was in that phase of her life where she had that twisted relationship with her matriarch, she could not bear any resentment towards her or her situation as the very act would be a slight to lolth.

    - How do these inner conflicts impact their decisions and actions?

because of her past situation, shri'iia has grown more paranoid and she's prone to getting into fits where her paranoia spirals and she starts to assume the worst possible scenarios. she's very suspicious of people, and it takes so long for her to trust someone because she's always expecting them to betray her or kill her in some way. her paranoia also leads her to make impulsive, reckless decisions - one being that she started taking the tadpoles and using the illithid powers out of the fear that she's grown weak as she's been forsaken by lolth.

i also think because of the codependency she developed with her matriarch that she gets absurdly clingy to whoever she likes. she needs constant reassurance that her presence is wanted and she's needed or else she will start resorting to overt acts of affections just to receive their approval. it's one of the things she's def starting to unlearn though, since that whole thing stems from her insecurity of not being enough. but it's eugh not pretty to say the least

13. Connection to Outer Conflict/Plot:

    - How does their personal journey intersect with the main plot or external conflict?

taking in the bg3 plot here, shri'iia has very little intersection of the main bg3 plot as her story takes on a more personal / inner conflict journey. honestly i went into that game blind but the only goal in mind is that i wanted a paladin who gets disillusioned by their oath - similar to jaime's journey in asos then shri'iia kind of took off and ran with it (also learned that oathbreaker paladin was a thing!!)

the most 'plot relevant' being that the only reason she was sent to the surface to begin with is that she was ordered to investigate and look for the missing baenre retinue, and if she finds them she's ordered to kill them as her matriarchs consider them a traitor of lolth. before she could even reach the surface she was abducted by the nautiloid then bg3 events happen. the moment she kills minthara by defending the grove is the most in game 'plot relevant' aspect as that's the trigger for her oath breaking, but everything else is more of a personal conflict.

but ill actually come back to this though once i think about it more lol.

    - What stakes are involved for the character in the larger story?

the stakes are not so high for shri'iia only that her new motivation where she wants people to have freewill is a motivator for releasing everyone from the absolute's grasp.

    - How do their goals and motivations align (or conflict) with the central conflict?

her oathbreaker motivation actually aligns really well with the overall arching plot of bg3 as it's about pursuing your own freedom - whether it's free from the parasites or free from your past circumstances. before breaking her oath, her only goal was to return back home but now that she has her new tenets, she's more concerned about helping others achieve their own freedom and in turn, it helps her fully realize what her new oath actually means (which leads to her learning more about her own personal self, etc.)

(Shorter) Knowing Your Character Inside Out Checklist

Personality Traits:

   - Introverted/Extroverted

   - Optimistic/Pessimistic

   - Assertive/Passive

   - Empathetic/Self-centered

   - Logical/Emotional

   - Adventurous/Cautious

   - Honest/Dishonest

   - Ambitious/Content

Beliefs and Values:

   - Religious beliefs (if any): shri'iia does not follow any gods as of now, and i don't think she will in the future.

   - Moral code: she's chaotic neutral and her moral code is really her oath's tenets.

   - Political belief: as she still retains some of the menzoberranzan mentality, shri'iia thinks that those who are able to attain power should be the ones in charge, and if you don't agree then you should rise above them.

   - Views on relationships: whether it be platonic or romantic, it was something she never held in any high regard until she was stuck in the surface. before, all she cared about was appeasing lolth but now she holds her friendships dearly. she considers genuine relationships a rarity as something like that could never exist down in menzoberranzan, so she cherishes it like it's something precious.

   - Attitude towards authority: being a former oath of the crown paladin, shri'iia respects authority. she can't help it. the societal hierarchy of drows are still ingrained on her so she holds women (esp those in power) with more respect to others. that saying, she's more lenient and it doesn't automatically mean that she's bowing down to whoever is in charge.

Fears and Insecurities:

   - Common fears (spiders, heights, etc.): shri'iia is afraid of the sky when the sun is out. the sky is just so daunting to her..! but it's a mild fear that she can get over pretty quickly. i think shri'iia is easily spooked though, like she's generally a really jumpy person but if you were to ever approach her about it she's just like ? wdym

   - Deep-seated insecurities (failure, rejection, etc.): shri'iia can't be lacking in anything ever. she's too insecure. if lolth dictates that drows are meant for power, then why was she living in the braeryn with all the other non-drows? why didn't she belong to any house? bc of that, shri'iia is prone to overcompensate in literally anything because she can't be lacking in anything ever. if you point out a flaw she'll disregard you but it's actually eating her up inside and she's gonna do all she can to make up for that one flaw.

   - Traumatic experiences (if applicable): after a century long of isolation shri'iia is claustrophobic.

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Next chapter’s up!

Psychoborrower 2

Chapter 13

Ford told his side of the story. It definitely helped me understand exactly what happened to Raz’s family, but the truth was infuriating.

He made Augustus accept the woman who killed his parents as his mother, and he completely wiped Mom from his memories.

“Why did you erase her?”

“Huh?”

“Sibilia Lantern, why did you erase her?! She had nothing to do with any of this!”

“Flint, I… I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

I explained everything I saw in Mom’s mind. About how she and Raz’s dad practically grew up together, only to be forcibly separated after the flood. About how every human she’d come into contact with after that was cruel to her, and the only human left alive who she knew for sure she could trust had no memory of her ever existing.

“I’m sorry… but I really had no idea. Lucy and I never knew about your family, so the only memories I had to go off of were her’s and my own. I had to alter Augustus to match up exactly with her memories, otherwise it wouldn’t work.”

“No, you didn’t HAVE to do any of this!”

He sighed. “I know that now… That’s why I need to set things right. But I can’t do it alone. If we can restore Lucy’s old memories and bury Maligula away, we can restore Augustus too. But we need to find Lucy first.”

He led us deep into the Forgetful Forest, and hidden away, we found the Psychic Six’s old base of operations: Green Needle Gulch.

Ford theorized that Lucrecia would be looking for her old house, and sure enough, we found her in an abandoned dome-shaped building, looking around as she started to remember it.

“I’d better stay here with her. In the meantime, I need you two to go to the Heptadome and get the Astralathe ready. We’ll meet you there soon.”

After we left, Raz and I were both silent for what felt like forever. How could we even begin to talk about something so insane?

I finally opted for one simple question.

“How are you holding up?”

He sighed. “Not great. You?”

“Pretty bad, yeah. But… at least neither of us are alone in this. It sucks, but we can work through it together.”

“Yeah… It’s kinda crazy to think about how our parents knew each other. And if we hadn’t both run away to go to Whispering Rock, we never would’ve known about any of this.”

I frowned. He was right. If I stayed home, Mom would have kept her trauma bottled up inside her forever. The only way for her to ultimately get the help she needed required me to hurt her by running off.

The same went for Raz. His family would have just continued to live a lie.

When we ran away, we thought we were going to live out our dreams of becoming Psychonauts. Of proving ourselves to the people who doubted us. But we ended up uncovering something so much bigger than ourselves.

We arrived at the Heptadome, but the Astralathe was covered in thick, thorny vines and guarded by a swarm of angry bees. We would have to find a way to get past them first.

Our first lead was a trail of honey leading up a path. Using a smoker to ward off the swarms, we reached a building that looked like a beehive. Standing by the door was Sam, with Lori asleep on her shoulder.

“Wait, what are you guys doing out here?”

“Looking for Gramps. We saw him wander off into the woods earlier, and he NEVER leaves Psychoisolation. Just wanted to make sure he doesn’t blow anyone up. What are YOU doing out here?”

I folded my arms. “Classified.”

“Actually, we could use some help dealing with bees.” Raz added.

Sam smiled, gesturing to the building behind her.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place! This right here is the hive of Cassie O’Pia! She’s an old friend of Gramps, and she’s great with bees!”

She led us inside the honey-coated building, and we were immediately met with a swarm of bees taking the shape of a person. There was something familiar about it.

Then we turned around, and I realized why I recognized the shape. Right behind us stood the Green Needle Witch.

Raz backed up, shielding me, while Sam just stood there unfazed.

“Sam! Watch out! It’s the Green Needle Witch!”

“Uh, no, it’s Cassie.”

The woman took her mask off, and sure enough, it was her. Cassie O’Pia, member of the Psychic Six and author of Mindswarm, a famous mental self-help book.

“Sam! Oh, look at you! All grown up! And who are your friends here?”

“This is Lori, and that’s Raz and Flint. They said they have a bee problem.”

At that, Lori woke up.

“Huh? Where are we? What was that about bees?”

Raz explained that we needed to get the bees away from the Astralathe so Ford could use it, but he left out the whole Lucy thing. Cassie didn’t question it, though. She was just happy to hear that Ford was back.

Unfortunately, for unknown reasons, the bees wouldn’t let her leave the hive. It seemed like she had lost control over her psychic powers, and was essentially trapping herself in isolation without intending to.

On that note, she was more than happy to let us into her mind to figure out what was going on.

We found ourselves in an office, where a paper cutout version of Cassie was busy writing. Before we could ask her what to do about the bees, the world slammed shut in front of us like a book.

Because it WAS a book.

“Ah, there’s that pesky book! Now I can lock it up in the restricted section!”

A giant librarian Cassie took the book and locked it in a cabinet beneath the counter we were standing on.

“Hey, wait! She was gonna help us!”

The Librarian scoffed. “That Writer Cassie hasn’t been useful in years. I doubt she’d be able to help you. Though… perhaps I could help you, if you can bring me the last two restricted books first. Those other Cassies are far too dangerous to be out in circulation, understand?”

I got the sense that helping her lock pieces of herself away was the wrong move, but we agreed to her terms just to placate her. For a librarian, she was pretty intimidating.

We started our search for another Cassie in the children’s section of the library. We ran into a Censor, which normally would have been an easy fight, but he was accompanied by an Enabler. They support and defend negative thoughts, making it harder to land a hit on them.

Sam walked up beside Raz, sticking Lori on his other shoulder.

“You guys distract ‘em. I’ve got this.”

Before any of us could ask, she slipped away, leaving us to fend off the Censor’s attacks while the Enabler annoyingly cheered him on.

While they were good and distracted, Sam snuck up behind the Enabler and started to ruthlessly pummel them with PSI-Punches until they died, leaving the Censor open for us to finish off.

“Wow, Sam, that was, uh… Did Coach Oleander teach you that?”

“Yep. He even let me try it out on him first after I found out what he did to Dogen. I think he’s learned his lesson.”

I could tell she was furious at Coach, but she didn’t show it. She was scarily calm, and it unnerved me to no end.

I climbed across Raz’s shoulders to meet up with Lori.

“Hey, um… She didn’t kill him, right?”

“Nope! He’s probably fine!”

Probably. Right.

We eventually found the book that served as the home for Teacher Cassie, and we explained the situation and asked her to help us find the real Cassie.

She chuckled at that, shaking her head.

“All of us are the real Cassie. We are simply aspects of her personality as a whole. Think of it like this: you act differently with your family than you would in a school or workplace setting. Everyone adapts to the environments they encounter on a day-to-day basis by embodying a suitable archetype. Even though archetypes on their own do not represent a full, complex personality, every single one of them is an important part of what makes you… ‘you’.”

“But then… why are your archetypes separated?”

“That, young man, is my psychic specialty! Through Mental Projection, I can summon different archetypes to help me when I need them most. Would any of you like to try it?”

Sam went first. Her archetype kind of just stood there with dead eyes. So… Sam.

Lori’s archetype was trapped in a loop of saying hi to her, and of course, Lori continued to greet her back, so that wasn’t getting us anywhere.

Mine… was a jerk.

“Okay, archetype. Are you ready to help us on this mission?”

He scoffed, flipping his hair.

“There’s what, four of you? What do you need me for?”

“Uh… to help? Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?”

“Oh, so I’m SUPPOSED to help you. That makes all the difference. You just sit back while your good old expendable archetype does all the heavy lifting.”

“I… think I’m just gonna stick you back in my mind now.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

I crumpled him up, sending him back into my mind.

Raz chuckled. “I remember that guy from Basic Braining.”

“Shut up.”

Raz’s archetype ended up being the most helpful, so we stuck with him. A little chatty and clumsy, but he got the job done.

We were able to pass through a door that led us to another part of the library, and we eventually met up with Teacher Cassie again. She filled us in on a plan she’d come up with. If we could reunite all of her archetypes, they’d be able to face the Librarian.

She folded herself up and went into Raz’s satchel, then instructed us to give her empty book to the Librarian.

Once we did that, we continued our search in the library for the last book that we needed. Within, we found Counterfeiter Cassie, an archetype of her time working at a counterfeit print shop.

However, the Counterfeiter was unable to leave, as her boss, Fannie Flats, was keeping a close watch on her. She informed us that she was working with the local police to double cross Fannie and escape, but she needed evidence of her crimes.

We agreed to gather some evidence for her, and we were sent into a memory of the Shanghai waterfront town that Cassie once lived in. I shifted to my human form at this point so we could split up and cover more ground.

Raz and Lori went to the print shop, I checked the market, and Sam checked the fish cannery. After we’d each found a piece of evidence, we regrouped to show our findings to Counterfeiter Cassie.

She presented the evidence to the snake cop she’d been working with, but he turned out to be super corrupt and intended to blackmail Fannie instead of arrest her. Either way, the Counterfeiter took that as her opportunity to leave, so she joined the Teacher in Raz’s bag, and we brought her book to the Librarian.

“Thank you so much for your help, children. Now everything is back in order. Tell me, what was it you needed help with?”

“We’ve got a bee problem. They-”

As Raz was in the middle of talking, she snatched all four of us up and stuck us in the cabinet with the restricted books, then locked us in.

“There you go, safe and sound! No bees in there!”

“Hey! Let us out!”

She ignored our pleas, walking off into another part of the library. After she left, the Teacher and Counterfeiter emerged from the bag.

“Don’t worry, this is all part of the plan. Now we’re all together again!”

Teacher Cassie pulled the Writer archetype out of her book, and the three of them stood side by side, locking arms. They were ready to face the Librarian.

Or so they thought.

She returned, ripping our world apart like a book.

“None of you were strong enough to face Maligula. I’m the only one who can protect us now. I am the REAL Cassie O’Pia!”

The Librarian threw us down, then let herself sink into a sea of ink, transforming into a terrifying, massive Librarian. Or, as Raz insisted on calling her, the “Die-Brarian”. Him and his stupid puns.

Sam took out the Enablers and other enemies she had to throw at us, while Lori and I focused on using our TK to hit her with projectiles until we could temporarily knock her out.

Then, Raz used his secret weapon, sending his archetype to open the gate in her mouth so we could get the other Cassies inside her head. Once all three were in there, the Die-Brarian collapsed, reverting to her original form. Though, this time she was the same size as the other archetypes instead of towering over them.

“I… I failed. I’m not the real Cassie after all.”

The Teacher was the first to approach her.

“Yes you are. And so am I. All of us are. We may have our own strengths and weaknesses, but at the end of the day, we all play an important role for Cassie. That’s why we need to stick together.”

The Librarian smiled, joining hands with the other archetypes, and the four of them combined to form the Cassie we’d met in the physical world.

“Now then, let’s go deal with those bees.”

We left her mind and headed to the Heptadome, with the bees under control and no longer holding her prisoner. When we got there, she was still unsure how to handle them on her own.

“I think they just need a nap.”

We turned around to see that Compton had arrived, along with the three bees Raz and I brought him earlier. Cassie hugged him, glad to see her old friend again. He took notice of Sam, and his expression shifted to that of slight concern.

“Sam? What on earth are you doing out here?”

“I came out here to look for you, Gramps! It’s not like you to wander off by yourself.”

Compton chuckled. “I suppose it will take some getting used to. Your friends here really helped me out earlier.”

For the first time, I saw sincerity in Sam’s eyes.

“Thanks, you guys.”

Compton and Cassie used their powers to calm the bees until they fell asleep, then headed off together. Lori let out a yawn.

“Just watching those bees is making me sleepy.”

Geez, that girl is simultaneously full of energy and always tired. No idea how that works.

“C’mon, let’s go catch up with Gramps and Cassie. Maybe they can find you a comfier nap spot.”

As Sam was in the middle of talking, Lori had already passed out on her shoulder again.

“Or you could just do that. That works too.”

The two of them left, leaving Raz and I alone with the Astralathe once again.

“Alright, now we need to get rid of these vines. I wish Lili was here. She’d know what to do.”

“Yeah, yeah, you just want an excuse to make out with your girlfriend.”

He sighed. “You know, your jerk archetype is showing.”

“Yep.”

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The fill where Daniel has a breakdown after their return home from the “save our marriage trip” was one of your best and also one of my favorites! I do have some questions though, if that’s okay. (If not, please ignore this ask!) :3

(He swallows, nods to the room. "I can't be there alone,)

Is Daniel unable to relax in their bedroom by himself? Is he okay being there with Terry (the irony of that), or can he simply not sleep at all in that room, which is one of the reasons he is so tired and sleeps on the rug in the kids room? 

("So leave." 

They're both frozen still. Then Terry lifts his chin. "I will never do that.")

I mean…yikes. Does Daniel…or at least a part of him…really want Terry to leave? Like, permanently. As in a divorce? Not that Terry would ever allow that…

(Daniel stares at him. "I could go to my parents -" )

Does Daniel mean permanently, or just temporarily? 

(He puts a hand on his shoulder. "That did not stay Klytaimnestra's hand." 

Daniel puts a hand on his belly. "You did not kill my pup.")

I don’t get this exchange. Who is Klytaimnestra, and what pup was killed??

(At those words, the tears come. "It hurts, Terry, I'm so tired.")

Does it him (them actually) physically or simply mentally? Is there some bond between mates (Alpha/omega) where if something like this happens, they feel physical pain?

This was a really excellent fill. I do have to say though, it breaks my heart to see how hurt Daniel is. He is so very loving and incredibly sweet, and gave everything to his marriage, loved his husband so much—and it still wasn’t enough. Arghhhh. 

I wonder, after reading this, does Daniel feel afraid to sleep with Terry after the rape? Especially in their bedroom where it happened. And well, especially during those times when Terry returns after a “job” and the sex is implied to be rough. Does Daniel have to tell Terry it’s okay to be rough, or does he just kinda grit his teeth and get through it? 

If this had been another world, Daniel should have divorced and set the law on Terry for the sheer horrible brutality of what he did. But in this AU, Daniel has the enormous capacity of his love and omega nature to guide him through this. And yes, his husband too. Terry loves and adores him to the point of insanity. He cannot function without him at all. It just took the most evil deed to figure that out. Sigh. 

Great story. This fill (and the other one where Daniel learns of of the cheating no code to in the car) reminds me of this quote from the end of the Gone With the Wind movie where Rhett leaves Scarlett for good. 

"My darling, you're such a child, you think by saying ‘I'm sorry’ all the past can be corrected." 

Love hurts! 

Terry is Daniel's mate, which means their Alpha and omega side are incredibly closely connected. Any omega mate will instinctively find comfort in their Alpha, so if Daniel does feel stressed, his lizard brain instinct will look for his mate. Which means that indeed ironically, when Terry is there, his instincts will shield him somewhat from the fear of, um - Terry. It's not logical. But to be there in the bedroom alone, at that point in time, with no Terry there and a lot of memories, it's hard to relax. Maybe he's not been sleeping well, that's why he's so tired, but being tired can also be a trauma response when your grief and fear seeps into your body.

Daniel would love to have the normal option of divorce, yes. He's been trying to get Terry to leave him, something that Amanda picked up on within a few days. He feels that he could move in with his parents, but Terry is right, if that were an option, which it isn't, they'd probably marry him off. In fact, after the cheating reveal, Michael has been actively scouting candidates, because he thought that Daniele would surely want to kill that scumbag now. How could he not? Except, you know - if divorce is not an option, murder also isn't for Daniel. And now, here, since Terry straight up asks what he's thinking, he does blurt it out. But that's simply not something Terry will even consider.

In the legend of Trojan war, which started because Helen, wife of Menelaos, was either kidnapped or ran away with the Trojan man Paris, Klytaimnestra is her sister in law. When King Menelaos, incredibly butthurt for losing his wife like that, went to his brother King Agamemnon and declared he had to go to war against Troy with him to restore his honor, Agamemnon was like, 'cool, of course I will kill thousands of soldiers to restore my brother's pride.' Whether or not his wife Klytaimnestra was OK with that, the myth doesn't ask - in ancient Athenian culture, women had some protection but absolutely no say in anything. And the writers knew how infuriating and constricting this was. Was their marriage a love match? Who knows, who cares? But they do have children, three girls and a young son, Orestes. So, Agamemnon decides he wants to go to war, but in the process, he has the goddess Artemis against him (the gods had taken sides, given that the people in the myth were often blood related to them.) So she decided that the winds will not blow the ships to Troy, unless - Agamemnon kills his eldest daughter Iphigeneia. Who is just a girl. Agamemnon is like 'Well, if that is what it takes.' Again he has no stake in this, other than his brother's pride. So he sacrifices her! Whether or not the sacrifice actually went through, the myths differ about, but even in the kindest tellings Iphigeneia is whisked away, never to be seen again by her parents.

Klytaimnestra snaps. With her husband away, she takes a new lover, and her third daughter Elektra, being a Daddy's girl, is like: "O you can't cheat on Daddy!' Klytaimnestra is like: "He killed my child, fuck that dude!" And when Agamemnon returns, she kills him. A lot of the myths focus on Elektra and Orestes' revenge for sweet Daddykins, but other Greek writers also thought: "No. No, fuck that dude. Klytaimnestra is 100% right." But this deed, however you may feel about it, does cause a rift between Klytaimnestra and her children, that's why Terry references it. Who should they be loyal to, their father or their mother, given that they love their father who did something terrible to their mother?

To go back to Terry and Daniel, what Daniel is feeling is the full force of the body horror of the rape. When something horrible happens to your body, there is often a delayed response. You wouldn't survive if you felt everything immediately. So ironically, when your brain and nervous system signal: "Alright, we're safe now," they immediately go: "Right, we have a backlog of pain to feel. Trauma dump incoming!" Especially when your body is a little weakened, as it is even in omegas during pregnancy, the full force can swamp you, and that is what Daniel is working through. And no apology can take that work away from anyone. The only way out is through.

Now what makes Terry is special person and a special man is that he's actually quite in tune with other people's feelings. He is very, very soft with Daniel after this. So there's no rough sexytimes for quite a while. Problem is they both like it on the rough side, and Daniel misses that, under the fear. And this is where Terry really is quite extraordinary. Most raping husbands would not self-reflect about that. He does. It doesn't excuse anything, but that is the one redeeming quality that allows them to hold onto each other - he really changes his behaviour, he knows when Daniel is trying to grit his teeth and bear it and he doesn't let him. And he knows what Daniel likes, still. Danny simply needs to feel safe enough, and cherished enough, to feel his way through the pain back to him.

Like, most people who do this to their spouse would be incapable of recognising and changing their behaviour, and that's why they end up with rat poison in their food, not a second chance at love.

"My darling, you're such a child, you think by saying ‘I'm sorry’ all the past can be corrected." 

That's the difficulty. Terry can't do all that much to correct this. Just like in canon, he chose power over love, and just like in canon, he has no way of amending it and is haunted by it for the rest of his days. It'll have to come from Daniel, all the work to heal from this, and the fact that he gets himself through this tells you of his strength. Klytaimnestra didn't choose that path, and Terry is saying that he understands it if Daniel can't take it, but he'd rather risk that than live without him. He lives with danger every day. But living without Daniel - he can't, he loses his goddamn mind. And if he had understood that before, he'd never have raped him.

But he was arrogant, and butthurt, and entitled, and petty, and he underestimated Daniel and what he meant to him. Who loves the air they breathe? Who spares it much thought? No one. Take it away, though, and you're not long for this world.

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“ I think what he would end up doing is trying to cover for the MC metaphorically and literally - like shielding her body from the abuse.” Broke my heart thinking about a little boy, who frequently gets abused by his father willing shielding Yn from the man who terrifies him. Putting his own hears aside to protect her. With his life. Guess she is the one for him, if he’s willing to take on so much when he’s so small. He could walk away but he doesn’t. He loves her so much.

Going based on the theory of Yn being kidnapped while in high school, had her and Jungkook gotten closer due to her finding safety in him, him obviously in love with her. If she were to say that she wanted him to run away with her, to her own parents home or just anywhere in the world as long as they were away from his father. I picture her saying something like “Koo, run away with me! Your father said I was taken because you wanted me right? Is that why you protect me so much? Do you want to e with me, forever? Then we need to leave… He’s going to kill you-or me! Then we won’t be able to be together forever like you want. My parents, if we go there, they’ll keep us safe! I won’t let them take me away from you. I won’t let you leave my side, I swear! You’ve kept me so safe for so long, let me help you… Please Koo…” Maybe even kissing him to persuade him even more. I’m not sure if it would be considered Stockholm Syndrome considering he wasn’t the one to kidnap her, she’s most likely fall in love with him. Or at least trauma bonded to him. Would he run away with her?

I know that image really is just so heartbreaking. Honestly there are so many aspects of 10 series that make it a tragedy when you really think about it. Maybe I should just refer to it as my tragic piece 🤔

Now, on to your question! Persuading him may be even harder honestly because he is to integrated into this system. At this point he still lives with his parents and he has little to no independence - he doesn't know any other way. By the time he is older and takes the MC he has had some separation from his family - to a degree - and has seen how other relationships function (Yoongi for example who wasn't the best example for him). But, maybe the MC could persuade him with those means that you suggested, it could go either way but I see there being more pushback because he is to integrated in this, well, cult.

These are fun questions though, thank you so much for sending them in!