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captnjacksparrow · 3 years ago

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if you had to rank your fav naruto characters how would it go? love your blog btw!!

Hmmm... Complicated ask, anon.😂

[My personal life would be splashed here and there. Please bear with me]

Before 5 months, if you asked me about Naruto, my response would be ‘What the fuck is that?’. I absolutely had no idea such a treasure existed. For me, it started out like a blockbuster movie for the sheer variety of fights and the resulting emotions it brought within me.

However, there was a point I stopped and thought, ‘Wait a fucking second. This resembles my family dynamics. This person is speaking the exact same lines I spoke to my parents few years ago. This person’s situation resembles mine. Did this creator a time traveler?’. Naruto is the only piece of media that gave me such feel. Am not even exaggerating, believe me.

I really liked so many characters very much but am going to try my best to list just 10.

The only characters I hate in this series are Danzo, Sakura and Hinata in no particular order. Meaning, I absolutely cannot see any positives in them. They are crassy, cringey and completely detestable.

FAVOURITE NARUTO CHARACTERS

10. Killer Bee

HaHaHa :-) Just seeing this character makes me smile and light-hearted.

It’s a pity that he is the only character who don’t belong to Konoha in my Top 10 rankings who was developed well apart from Gaara.

I loved him from Frame 1 onwards and I sincerely wished Team Taka should be packed up with their ass beaten up mercilessly. And that’s what happened.

Despite being a Jinchurikki, he never bothered to mind his surroundings and filled his heart with love from his over protective Brother alone was nice to watch.

He makes a great Tag Partner with Naruto next to Sasuke. No doubt.

The way Killer Bee treated Team Taka like some annoying flies and his cool and don’t care attitude was top notch. It’s not just with Sasuke, Bee treated Naruto with the same IDGAF attitude at first.

Best Moments:

Lariat punch to Sasuke (TBH, Sasuke deserved it. LOL)

Blasted off every member of Team Taka like a doll

His entire conversation and fight sequence with Kisame (Their banters and exchanges are way too hilarious)

His dynamics with his Elder Brother (God!!!! Whenever Raikage gives him an Iron Claw.... What a hilarious duo!!!!)

9. Hatake Kakashi

Kakashi was my most favourite character when I started the series for simply being ultra-cool with the way he conducted the Bell-Test and taught a valuable lesson for those bratty kids in Team 7 called ‘Team Work’.

Best Moments:

Kakashi vs Obito Hand-to-Hand Combat (the best in the series)

Kakashi in the Gaara retrieval arc (His fight with Itachi & Deidara gave a good start to the shippuden series. His Mangekyou reveal was surprising).

Kakashi & Guy teaming up with Naruto to reveal Obito in a twisty and tragic way. (Kakashi couldn’t handle the truth at all and neither did I)

Kakashi vs Zabuza (That’s when I realized that the series was getting real serious)

8. Jiraiya

Jiraiya was my next favourite to Kakashi during my Part 1 days. His open perversion and his entire dynamics with Naruto was one of the best things during the Chunin Exams arc. Taught Naruto about Chakra Control and about the way of a shinobi by just enduring. Naruto follows this even today.

Best Moments:

Kuchiyose No Jutsu training (Man, I never expected him to push Naruto off the cliff)

Rasengan Training (One of the best arcs in part 1 and it was soo satisfying to see Naruto punching his first Rasengan on Kabuto, He also acted like a quasi parent to Naruto... heartwarming)

Jiraiya Vs Six paths of Pain ( 6 vs 1 was always doomed but still he had the guts of a shinobi and plunged ahead)

7. Uchiha Madara

Geez. What is there to not like him??

Everything he did was absolutely wrong ever since he broke up with Hashirama in a romantic way much similar to how couples break up in my country.

I am an Uchiha. You are a Senju. I wish it had been different.

This roughly translates to how 75% of lovers break up and marry someone else from their own clan in my state. (Duh!!!)

I am from XXX clan, you are from XXX clan. So we can’t love each other and my parents won’t accept this relationship. So let’s break up.

Alright, my first shipping couple in this series is HashiMada for this exact reason. (I started shipping SNS only after episode 478).

Just like Hashirama, Madara had an extensive build up right from episode 1 where Kurama compares Sasuke with Madara. And flashbacks from Itachi and Tobi spiked my curiosity and I wanted to see his face so badly ever since.

But the moment he landed gracefully like a diva in episode 321.... Woaahhhh!!!! He literally danced in the battlefield and ate up 100′s of guys with just a fucking Sharingan.

Best Moments:

Going Shirtless before 1000′s of people with Hashirama’s face, no less (Well, I literally went heart-eyed for 5 minutes. Sorry Sasuke, your ancester was way much sexier than you in the Orochimaru hideout and beats you by a million points).

Screaming Hashirama’s name like a cockatoo for 300 times even till the very end (Sorry Naruto, your obsession towards Sasuke for about 6 arcs is pale in comparison to Madara’s obsession which was established in just 6 or 7 episodes.)

I have 25 clones now. Do you want me to put Susanoo or not? You can’t answer. The answer is yes. (Man, his I don’t give a fuck attitude is just an alien level thing)

Openly admitting Only Hashirama Can Beat Me (Say what you will about Sasuke, Madara has no qualms about accepting his inferiority in terms of power. An absolute Straight Forward diva-queen)

Awakening Sharingan for breaking up with his ‘friend’ rather than for his 3 dead brothers. (Geez, Poor Soul. He is the forefather of a Romantic Uchiha. That romantic blood still flows in Sasuke)

6. Senju Hashirama

Man, I would have placed him somewhere in top 5 if only he was introduced early or had more scenes. I started watching Naruto only because of this very name. There is a local podcaster in my state who goes under the alias of Senju Hashirama and in his podcasts, he hinted about this character and how he was inspired by his ideals. I just googled and saw that this character belonged to Naruto series and I considered watching it. Here I am, making analysis on that very series.

There was this excellent build up for him right when we got introduced to Captain Yamato. He was constantly referred in flashbacks from Itachi and Tobi especially.

But the moment he was reanimated again..... Geez..... It was an hilarious ride all throughout. Out of all the flashbacks we got from this series, Founders Era flashback was my absolute favourite.

From where I come from, we are still under the stupid influence of Clan infrastructure and are not growing up in many aspects like people in western countries do. For me, I hope, one day, someone like Senju Hashirama appears in our state and change our lives for better by uniting all clans as one and treats everyone equally without the shitty favouritism for their own children, friends, parents, siblings.

That’s why this dialogue struck a thunder in my heart

“Be they a friend.... Be they a sibling.... Be it even my own child. I will not forgive anyone who threatens the village.”

Because the clan leaders in our place are absolutely selfish, trash bastards who serves their own needs with no regards for other people from other clans. For a person like me, Hashirama is not just a fictional hero, he is someone who many aspires to become. No wonder that podcaster chose this name as his alias.

He rightfully deserved the title ‘God of Shinobi’. And no one can surpass him, not even Naruto.

Best Moments:

Wood Style vs Eternal Mangekyou sharingan + Kurama powered Madara (He just beats Madara’s ass by a wide margin. This shows he was a whole fucking different level than Naruto + Sasuke combined. In terms of strength, nobody surpassed him YET. Sorry Naruto and Sasuke, you guys are no match even now with your Rinnegan and Kurama lost forever).

His entire banters with Madara (ROFLLLL. Without him, it would have been just another lifeless arc.)

5. Senju Tobirama

Hmmm, let me tell you something about him.

First off, he is not a racist or fascist as many hardcore Sasuke fanatics claims. He is one of the best hokages according to me. He is abso-fucking-lutely practical, rational, logical and holds no grudge. And Sasuke resembles Tobirama with all these characteristics as compared to soft and naive Naruto. If only he had more screen time, he would be easily in my top 3.

Just because he didn’t lick the boots of Uchiha (many people’s favorite clan or may I say the only clan that was given any shit about in this series), it doesn’t make him a racist or fascist.

No, he never persecuted the Uchihas. Danzo, the crass bastard, driven off the Uchihas only after the Kyuubi incident. It was explicitly mentioned in the databook and was clearly explained in the series.

He literally gave the highest position in the village for the entire clan. That is, a military power inside a military village. ‘Shinobi who can cause crimes can only be stopped by shinobi who are even better’. In my state, if a powerful clan decided to persecute another clan, they simply start by cutting off basic amenities like Water and Electricity. Compared to what I’ve seen, Tobirama did nothing but given the Uchihas, the highest position in their village.

Orochimaru only said giving such a power made them conceited (arrogant). Tobirama had a trusted subordinate called Kagami, an Uchiha in his team. He suggested Kabuto to help Sasuke and even teleported him on his request. He even spited Madara for killing Sasuke, an Uchiha. He openly claimed Uchiha clan exceeds Senju in terms of Love. He openly appreciated Itachi and Kagami as someone who sees beyond their clan. In what world, would a racist or fascist do all this for a clan he hates???

Yes, he was cautious of Sasuke at first because he saw him with Orochimaru and even went full-on battle mode because of Sasuke’s carefree threat to destroy the village. But once he decided to go to the battlefield to fight Madara, he simply forgot everything that happened before and started to work with him as a comrade, and even helped him twice. In which world, a racist or fascist behave this way?

Believe me, a person like me who was grown with these clan politics surely can say who is a fascist. He was not. He was just cautious of them because of their ability to attain superpowers with just emotions alone. Let me ask you all this, ‘Would you be okay with people getting crazy powers whenever they are depressed?’. Being cautious is not racism. It really disrespects people who faced real oppression under fascism.

What Madara and Danzo did was a classical example of fascism.

And No, Izuna didn’t die only because of Tobirama. He died because Madara was too arrogant to instigate war with Senju clan. And this was way before forming Konoha. If Tobirama killed Izuna after the alliance between Uchiha and Senju, I would agree that he was a racist. Izuna lost his life just like any other Uchiha and Senju soldiers in that battlefield.

Just because he shitted your beloved ‘Sasuke-Kun’ doesn’t mean he is a racist too. Tobirama saw Sasuke along with that scoundrel Orochimaru who once used this very two hokages to destroy the very village they strived hard to create and protect. What will you do, if you were in his place?? Please don’t lie and say ‘I wouldn’t be judgemental’.

And Imagine you are Tobirama, Sasuke is threatening to commit genocide against the entire village who had no idea about this coup detat instead of going against those old hags. Will you sit quiet as a Hokage??

He was the first person to suggest his brother, Itama, that Revenge against Uchihas are futile. All we need is an agreement to make truce. That gave the idea for Hashirama to pursue his dream. And Tobirama was happy to follow that dream and very supportive.

It’s because of all these reasons I placed him above Senju Hashirama.

Best Moments:

Amazing power display against Sasuke & Co with just an index finger (It was a pleasure to see everyone’s face trembling with mild sweat including Sasuke).

Acted as a decoy to save his young subordinates. (The way he sacrificed his life saying young wills of fire must be protected is just Woow!! I wish his subordinates listened to his words and passed the mantle to the younger ones rather than playing game at such an old age and screwed up many lives. Pfft!!!)

Any time he says ‘Shut Up’ to Hashirama (ROFL)

His absolute ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude to Naruto, Sasuke, Hashirama, Minato and Madara (He trolled them all mercilessly and I love it)

4. Senju Tsunade

It hurts me to say that Tsunade is the only female character in my list because every other female characters were written in a much more piss poorly way. Only Konan came close to Tsunade but her role was very short.

Despite her character’s purpose revolved around another male character (Dan) and a blatant objectification of her breasts, I liked everything about her other than those mentioned above.

She is the Second Best Hokage who took Konoha right after the destruction made by Orochimaru, excellently handled the aftermath by making friendly relations with Suna (Sand village), provided her best medical support to Konoha in the Pain Arc and successfully handled the fourth Shinobi world war.

She is such a badass who developed her own original jutsu called Byakugou no Jutsu, which can heal herself.

She is just way too amazing and it’s a pity that we got very less scenes in Shippuden.

Best Moments:

Took 25+ stabs from Madara’s Susanoo like a piece of cake (Man, I simply couldn’t describe that scene. All the other Kages were shocked and even Madara too)

Lifted her advisors like a cabbage sack (Those fucking old hags deserved it. Those shits should’ve died)

Her index finger flick assault on Naruto (Aww, Naruto was definitely bratty in his first meeting and Tsunade didn’t hold back at all)

Played Orochimaru like a basketball (In that same arc, she fought Orochimaru mercilessly like a devil left and right. Someone who claimed to have surpassed Tsunade never even dared to fight Orochimaru’s student and crying for his attention after just receiving one stab from Madara. Just saying)

3. Uzumaki Naruto

Naruto is the titular character and your emotions evolve along with him. He surely deserves a spot in Top 3. The only reason I didn’t place Naruto even more higher is because he didn’t experience something very important which many characters in this list faced. That is, Losing a loved one before his eyes. Every villain in this series became what they are because they lost someone important before their eyes like Nagato, Obito. (Nope, I don’t count Neji as his loved one). I think this tests the mettle of any character and Naruto failed to experience this. The only person he ever lost was Jiraiya and that too from off-screen. That’s why I felt his journey to his dreams seemed little easier compared to the rest of the characters.

His best block of episodes will always be the part 1 Episode 1, 2, 3. Episode 1 is the character defining episode for Naruto and what he learned there will be applied everywhere till the very end of the series. He learned 3 things

Forgiveness, Empathy and Acceptance

Talk-No-Jutsu

Kage Bunshin no Jutsu

From then on, this boy wins many friends to his side, not only from Konoha but from other villages too and even made them to acknowledge his strength only through his sheer hard work.

However, there is this person, whose acknowledgement he wants the most. That person is his most important bond along with Iruka Sensei. He is none other than Sasuke. One day, Sasuke left him alone for some unavoidable reason at the end of part 1 which left a huge scar in him and he vows to bring him back to the place where he belongs. That becomes his ultimate goal rather than becoming an Hokage.

The way he goes to any extent to protect the people he cares about is just simply entertaining to watch.

Every time he makes an heroic entry to save the day was never boring, not once.

Best Moments:

Sobbing from his heart after hearing Iruka Sensei acknowledging him (It just makes me feel heavy for no reason. The anime team did an awesome job to capture his emotions convincingly)

Awakening Kyuubi Mode for the first time after seeing Sasuke die in his arms (Man, out of all the collective hatred he got from the villagers, this moment affected him a lot speaks volumes)

Punching Neji from the underground to win the Chunin exams (God, I honestly believed Naruto lost but he just surprised us heavily from nowhere. And that failure speech was just pure bliss to watch even today)

Pain Vs Naruto (One of the best arc for Naruto. Because unlike other arcs, where Naruto fought with a team, this arc he was all alone fighting a person with Rinnegan. Be it the exuberant landing from the frogs with a dramatic kabuki music, creating multi-step attacks, coming up with novel solution in that difficult situation, finally ending the conflict without killing the enemy, becoming an hero. Superb journey. The only thing I didn’t like in that arc is some shitty selfish proposal. PUKE!!)

Bearing the burdens of his most important person and die along with him (This boy always shouts he will never die until he becomes an Hokage. But for Sasuke, he was ready to die along with him in order to not leave him alone proves how much he loves him. This shows his emotional maturity rather than shouting at Sasuke like he always did before which never reached his ears. This time it did)

Final Good Bye to Minato (Honestly, I was bawling just like Naruto in that scene no matter how many times I watch it. It started out slow but as he speaks more and more, he simply couldn’t hold back and wept a sea of tears 😭😭😭)

2. Uchiha Sasuke

One of the well written characters in this series, with all the flaws and positive stuffs which makes him more of an Anti-Hero. He always subverts my preformed opinions and never ceased to surprise me.

Despite being aloof and cold, his warmer side will always be exposed towards Naruto. This is evident by many things he had done for Naruto which he don’t have to or no reason to. Starting right from roasting Sakura, offering lunch, asking for tips, enquiring about breakfast, protecting him many times and dying for Naruto.

Why I placed him above Naruto is because of his unavoidable decision to tread in a complicated dark path primarily due to the trauma he carried and was stirred up again by collective factors such as Orochimaru’s cursed seal, Itachi’s arrival and Naruto’s growth. Compared to Sasuke, Naruto had an easier path because he never saw anyone die before his eyes and hence he don’t carry any trauma which can divert his path.

Even after watching his entire clan and family members murdered before his eyes at an age 8, he managed to pull himself and never snapped out like many other good characters does. But the moment when he found out that Itachi was good all along, he simply couldn’t tolerate the truth and gave himself to Vengeance. Because, he loved his brother more than he hated him all these years. This shows he loved his brother more than his parents. His resolve to destroy Konoha was perfectly understandable. But is it good? Nope. He can kill Danzo and those old hags but killing other people was never justifiable.

But still, his resolve to have his vengeance was diverted by Naruto and weakened by Itachi, at some point. So, he decided to know the truth and when he heard it, he understood the Hokages also sacrificed many precious things to protect this village just like his Brother Itachi. He understood the mistakes of his clan and decided to protect the village which he swore to destroy. [Many Sasuke fanatics think that he succumbed to the Government and Kishi wrote Sasuke to bootlick them. Their idea was to tackle genocide with another genocide. What a stupid idea!!!!]

And No, I don’t consider him trying to kill Sakura, Karin and Kakashi as his bad moments (though I feel bad for Karin). For the simple reason being, he became a monster by losing himself in the darkness who lost the rationality to differentiate friends from foes. Much similar to how Naruto lost himself to Kyuubi’s hatred against Orochimaru and in Pain Arc. It’s so hypocritical to ignore Naruto and accuse Sasuke here. Plus, Sakura had no business to be there otherwise Sasuke would not have tried to kill her.

But does it mean Sasuke did nothing wrong???

Nope.

He definitely shouldn’t have joined Akatsuki and hunted Killer Bee like an animal. Because, he knew that Tobi was the one who helped Itachi massacre the clan. When fighting Itachi he specifically vowed to kill Madara (Tobi). On top of that, Itachi passed on Amaterasu in his eyes specifically to stay away from Tobi. Why did he ally with him? Plus, Sasuke was one of the few characters who was exposed to the name ‘Akatsuki’ in part 1 itself. He clearly knew that this organization targets Naruto, his closest bond. Why did he join there? This is where the stupid part of Sasuke came out. I was grunting... ‘Oii Where did that clever Sasuke, who faced 1000 soldiers without killing any of them, went??’.

And his plan for Revolution???? I thought it would be reasonable. But his vision was eerily similar to Danzo’s vision. Grrr..... Danzo also wanted to create his ideal village by destroying the current Hokage. He wanted to unite the Five Village and put himself on top of everyone as evident from the Kage Summit arc.

I appreciate him that he finally adopted the Will of Fire, by wanting to protect the village at all costs just like Itachi and Hashirama did. But his methods are not very democratic. Plus, he wanted to do it alone. I was screaming at him... ‘Grrr, Sasuke, did you listen to Itachi at all???. He failed because he did everything alone. Why can’t you understand????’ This is also another instance, Sasuke’s stupidity glanced out.

I am happy Naruto knocked some sense into him by telling him not to do it alone but together.

Many fanatics also ask, ‘What did Sasuke do wrong to atone for his sins at the end?’.

I was like ‘Reallly????’

He joined Akatsuki, an organization which terrorized all the 5 villages and he hunted someone like an international criminal.

He spoiled the Kage Summit and attacked Raikage who lost his arm because of him. I know what happened over there is not Sasuke’s fault. But these are the kages who was loved by many people in their own villages. How can the world forget it and simply let him go?

It’s exactly because of all those lovely stuffs he did in Part 1 and all these mistakes he did in Part 2 but willing to correct his mistakes by sharing the burdens of his other half in the end made him more interesting, complicated and exciting and that’s why I love this character.

I also have a personal bias to love this character sooo much because of the character on top of my list.

Best Moments:

Defending Naruto before Sakura (Awww!!! Such a good boy he was. Eventhough I thought he was a typical arrogant K-Drama hero, he just subverted my opinion in that one scene. I always have a thing for people who stands up for someone even though they don’t have to. This is where I started to like Sasuke)

My body moved on its own. (Is there anything that trumps this scene in terms of emotions and love in this series?. This moment is where I understood the depth of Sasuke’s emotions towards Naruto).

What is a Clan? What is a Village? What is a Shinobi? (I was really hoping for Sasuke to question himself something similar to this. Because he was so self-absorbed in his hatred and failed to look outside him ever since he left the village. It was so gratifying that he did that)

Killing Orochimaru (I always thought Sasuke will kill him only after he tries to take over the body. Never imagined that he will strike the snake first)

Killing Danzo (Man, what an amazing battle!!!. It was so gratifying to see such a crass bastard die many times over and over).

His dramatic confession through his monologue (After the mystery of Who is this Tobi, Sasuke’s obsession towards Naruto remained a mystery for me. Why did he listen to Naruto under the bridge? Why did he protected Naruto in the War? I got the answer only after this confession. It was so heartwarming to see this mellow side of Sasuke)

1. Uchiha Itachi

I could write pages about him. The foremost reason I like Itachi and earns the top spot in my rankings is because he shockingly resembled me in many ways. As I already said, I come from a place where clan politics plays a major role and when I see Sasuke’s flashback in part 1, I was simply dumbstruck by such a detailed similarities.

Elder child of the family - ✅

Have an adorable younger sister who loves me more than my parents - ✅

Same age gap (5 years) with my sister as Itachi and Sasuke - ✅

Parents paying total attention on me while ignoring my sister completely - ✅

Parents constantly comparing my achievements with my sister - ✅

A sister who bear hugged me every time I entered the home after returning from my school - ✅

Despite my mom being a teacher, my sister always prefers me to teach her stuffs as she considers me to be way too better than my mom - ✅

Love my sister more than my parents - ✅

Clan-Obsessed parents - ✅

Used me as a tool for the benefit of the clan - ✅

Sending another person from my clan to spy on me - ✅

Strained relationship with my parents - ✅

Disgusted with my clan - ✅

Most importantly, this dialogue from part 1 episode 129,

Clan? Clan?

Obsessed with the organization, Obsessed with the clan, Obsessed with the name, that’s merely the detestable action that restrict yourself.

I have given up all hope in this worthless clan

Because, people obsess themselves to their clan, a thing so petty, they lose sight of the things that are truly important.

A real change cannot occur under restraints and controls

I confronted my parents with the exact same dialogue (almost 98% similar) in my own native language some years ago.

I didn’t even know the existence of Naruto series at that time. I was simply shell-shocked by all these similarities with this character.

And Yes, The moment I heard these dialogues, I knew Itachi, was a good guy, who had a very strong reason for his actions and I instantly knew Sasuke’s revenge will not bear him any happiness.

It is exactly because of all these striking similarities of myself with Itachi, and my lil’l sister with Sasuke, my family dynamics with the Uchiha family.... I could understand the magnitude of Sasuke’s love towards Itachi.

And precisely because of that, I could understand Sasuke’s love towards Naruto is not fucking ‘brotherly’ one but something that leans towards Attraction.

No wonder, Itachi left Sasuke in Naruto’s care.

Anyways to speak objectively,

Itachi is an extremely self-sacrificial person whose life is full of pain and miseries but never blames it on the world unlike other Uchiha members like Madara, Obito and Sasuke to an extent.

He did things considering the bigger picture which never benefitted himself in anyway and was willing to go to any extent even at the expense of his own family and his brother’s happiness. That is, Uchiha Clan Massacre and Joining Akatsuki. None of this benefitted him in anyways but he did it anyway, for the village of Konoha.

His ideals are shockingly similar to Hashirama, Which Sasuke pointed this out and Hashirama acknowledged that Itachi was a better shinobi than he was. ❤️❤️❤️

Now, does this means I support Uchiha clan massacre?

No way. Even Itachi didn’t.

This massacre happened because of the huge clusterfuck from Hiruzen’s incompetence, Danzo’s paranoid arrogance, Uchiha clan’s devious plan to over throw the government by force rather than approaching it in a peaceful way, say, a peace talk or a protest.

All these people acted on their own self-interest. Itachi and Shisui caught in their whirlpool, bear their burdens and paid for it with their life. Sasuke suffered for it.

But, it’s not the only reason I love this character. It’s because, the moment he decided to massacre everyone, he marked his own death by the hands of his beloved brother. I love people who owns up their mistakes and face the consequences rather than making excuses (even though it’s not entirely his mistake).

Itachi is also the only character in this series who realized his failures on his own without anyone’s interference or Naruto’s Talk-No-Jutsu.

And he apologized for everything he did to Sasuke.

Again, some hardcore Sasuke fanatics criticize/hate him for torturing their poor ‘Sasuke-Kun’ with his Tsukuyomi. I was like ‘Hmmm...What?’.

First off, Itachi apologized to Sasuke for not thinking out from his point of view and also for not telling him the truth earlier.

Second off, Sasuke never even blamed Itachi for anything (even he didn’t hold him for killing their parents). If Sasuke himself, forgiven Itachi... Why are his fans being so rabid?

Third off, for all of his supposed ‘crimes’, he paid for it by dying as a disgraceful Madman rather than a Hero who really saved the village. He is someone who should be celebrated like Naruto but instead died proudly as a Traitor of Konoha.

All in all, One of the wonderfully written character I have ever seen in the media.

Best Moments:

Itachi vs Sasuke (That battle was a pure brilliance and highly emotional especially after knowing the truth. When Sasuke released his Kirin, Itachi showed off his ultimate armour Susanoo like a badass. Seeing Susanoo for the first time gave me chills. No, Sasuke didn’t kill him. Itachi died on his own)

Itachi vs Orochimaru (Man, Itachi may look mellow but when it comes to Orochimaru he is a pure Sass. He screwed that snake up both the times by a wide margin. It seems Uchiha brothers like to fuck up Orochimaru, LOL)

Talk-No-Jutsu’ing Naruto (Geez, Naruto was being completely bratty and was full of saviour complex like he was going to bear everyone’s hatred by himself. I was almost annoyed. Thanks to Itachi, he realised. Probably he is the only character to shut Naruto using his own jutsu)

Izanami’ing Kabuto (Other than Naruto, he is the only character to go out of his way to empathize with a villain and put extreme effort to change him. I think this is why Sasuke loves Naruto, for seeing these similarities??? ).

Goodbye to Sasuke (The first time when he said ‘Forgive me, Sasuke. This is the last’ by poking his forehead and finally closing the distance by butting with Sasuke’s head softly saying ‘I will love you always’.... It always evokes uncontrollable tears in me, no matter how many times I watch it 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

HONOURABLE MENTION

Uchiha Obito

God, Am such a sucker for Uchiha guys individually, though collectively as a clan they fucked up big time. I simply couldn’t find the place for him in the top 10. He is a classic example of What Naruto will be like if he becomes a villain?

However, all those horrible stuffs he did just for a girl whom he had a crush on which was never reciprocated seems childish. That’s why I couldn’t put him in Top 10.

And his understandable but weird obsession on Naruto was always enjoyable to watch.

One cute thing I liked about him was, whatever criminal stuffs he may have done, he was never a cheapskate though. He had every chance to take back Kakashi’s Sharingan to activate his own Susanoo. But he never even thought of such an idea. He was a bad guy. But a good friend, no matter what.

Pure Baby!!! But lost his way!!!

Best Moments:

Importance of Team Work (’In the ninja world, Those who break the rules are scum. But those who abandon their comrades are worse than scum’. This very legacy he left to Kakashi came to defeat him later. And Naruto follows this motto even today)

Sacrificing his Sharingan (’I am giving you my Sharingan. No matter what the villagers say, you are a great Jonin. Please take it’. Awww!!! Obito. He left his Sharingan which helped Kakashi to complete a jutsu called ‘Chidori’, which is a go-to jutsu of Sasuke)

Thanks for the ask, anon. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. ❤️

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blanknamed · 4 years ago

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trial and error pt. 2 [senku x reader]

NOT ME FORGETTING TO POST CHAPTER TWO LMAOOO SORRY HERE IT IS THO

SHIPPING: SENKU X READER

PREMISE: [Name] had always known Senku was a little bit of an oddball but that’s what made him so interesting to her as children. Now in the Stone World, he’s only even more interesting what with his claims about shooting up to a million years worth of technology back, but some things never change with him; specifically on the concept of love. As a way to get him to think about it as something other than “disgusting feelings” she proposes for him to think of it differently, though it seems to be going in a direction she never expected.

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE

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CHAPTER TWO: CONTEMPLATION

How did I get myself into this situation? [Name] asked herself desperately, watching Ruri shuffle around her hut, staring at the dresses given by the village women lined up neatly on the floor. She held up a blue dress [Name]’s way, who only stared at the shortened skirt. Just the look alone was enough for Ruri to understand that she didn’t like it, causing her to giggle at the reaction.

“You don’t seem to be happy about this even though you were the one who gave Senku the idea.” Ruri stated as she kneeled behind her to start braiding [Name]’s unruly hair.

“Just because I gave him the idea doesn’t mean I wanted to be his little test subject.” [Name] groaned. An unreadable look passed Ruri as she watched the younger girl’s growing discomfort. If she was even more redder, she would’ve matched what she had looked like a few hours ago.

“Huh?” [Name] asked as she stared at Senku, who only looked at her pointedly. Quickly, blood rushed on every part of her face as she started stutter. “Wha--I--you did not just say what I thought I heard you say.”

“What part did you not understand?” Senku asked dismissively, talking as if he hadn’t just asked out his childhood friend on a date. “I might as well take you on one to get good feedback. No one else gives any as specifc as you.”

Feedback.

The word kept repeating in [Name]’s head, almost making her dizzy. What did she expect, though? She told him, a scientist, to treat it like an experiment. Test a hypothesis. She was pretty sure he only wanted to take her in particular because (1) he wanted good feedback, like he had said, and (2) if there was even a slight chance he was going to take another girl on a date, Senku was going to force [Name] to come along to examine and analyze. Which was, by common sense, not really going to be a date.

“Oi, you don’t say that to a girl, especially if you just asked her out.” Chrome called out, punching Senku on the shoulder. “Not to mention isn’t that a breach in--what was it? Ethnics? Right?”

“Ethics.” Gen corrected before nodding in confirmation, looking at the two friends. “There’s a lot of things that could go wrong because you’re not following the right rules here, Senku-chan. Wouldn’t it be better to just pair up two different villagers who are single and see how romance can be attainable from there?”

[Name] could see slight movements from her side, where a few of the younger villagers turned a hue of pink as they glanced at one another, probably thinking about the prospect of being one of Senku’s experiements. Seeing that the benefits outweighing the negative prospects (not getting injured in any way possible, no one being able to see them except possibly Senku, and the prospects of a lover), it looked like a few of them were already making the decision to be part of it.

But this was Senku. He wasn’t about to play matchmaker if he himself couldn’t even find a reason to think that love wasn’t some illogical construct to fill up human loneliness. She wasn’t the only who was thinking that, though, as Kohaku spoke up.

“But this is about Senku thinking he can’t have those types of feelings so its gonna have to be him.” She replied blandly. “[Name] was probably chosen because he wants her to be there to watch him for any signs, regardless if its here being taken on a date or not.”

“That and she proposed the idea so she’s going to do it.” Senku piped up, sending [Name] a teasing grin.

[Name], burning even redder, stuttered some more. “You-You’ve got to be kidding me Senku. This must be some type of joke. I only said that to make conversation.”

“It was an interesting conversation and a weird statement that I wanna experiment on. Nothing less expected from you, though, [Name].” Senku replied as he kept slurping at the last of his ramen. “Besides its not like you have anything to do tonight.”

“Yeah, but--wait, tonight? Don’t you have get things in order--start out a claim, set up the experiment?” [Name] rambled, now even more confused.

Kohaku met Chrome’s eyes with a deadpanned expression. Leave it to [Name] to treating it like an actual experiment and finding the faults. Though, Senku wasn’t usually one to leave out so many variables that could ruin the experiment.

“These are special cicumstances; have you ever participated in your own experiments? Adjustments will be made, yeah, but we might as well start it today and talk about it during the date. Just meet me by the bridge tonight. We’ll go to the field, go on a date, and then you can report to me anything you saw. Sound good? Cool. Now lets get back to work.” Senku said, standing up dusting off his pants, leaving a bewildered [Name] and possibly most of the village in his wake.

If it hadn’t been for a few of the village women, [Name] wouldn’t have been pulled out of her daze and internal panic. She’s had crushes on boys, yeah, but going on a date? Not really. She was too busy with school and helping her mother out at the store. There were a few times where she had almost gone on a one, but something always made her call in for a raincheck and then never proceeding afterwards.

But here she was 3,700 years later, sitting in a priestess’s hut, getting ready to go on a date with the world’s biggest asshole.

Kohaku had been the one to think about bringing the younger girl up to Ruri, explaining what had went down. Surprisingly, the village priestess was the least bit shocked about the events, deciding to (calmly) agree anyways to help relieve some of the immense stress [Name] was feeling. At the mention of Ruri helping created some domino effect with the village women, all offering to help [Name] get ready, much to her dismay.

“Its not like Senku’s gonna make the effort to dress nicely. I swear he wouldn’t have showered if I hadn’t made Chrome and Kinro drag him to the river a few days ago! Not to mention he’s only doing this to prove a point; that’s why he’s rushing it so quickly. So I really don’t think all of you should be treating this as anything special.” [Name] tried to reason as she watched the women pull up rope-like jewelry up to her body.

Kohaku scoffed. “Its not like boys know how to take care of themselves in the first place. I’m pretty sure one of the men in the village has his head screwed on properly or most likely Gen is gonna make him dress up just a little bit. Not to mention if this is an experiment then he’s most likely not trying to botch it to just prove a point.”

“Then why was he being so… So…” [Name] trailed off, not quite putting a word on it.

“Adamant?” Ruby offered as she held up a pretty necklace with a jewel attached to it.

“Excited?” Garnet said next as she pushed her chin up to spread something on her mouth. Lipstick? [Name] inquired. I guess the need for makeup never changes after so many years.

“Not really excited but--hold on, didn’t you three want to go on a date with Senku? I thought you’d be mad or something.” [Name] stated, clearly remembering the usual formula of girl’s behaviors during the modern era. It usually involved in some type of “she said he said” situation, where rumors ensued. At the very least, the three sisters should have been upset with her for Senku’s selection in dates.

Sapphire shrugged as she plucked at [Name]’s baggy dress. “We were for a few hours, but we might as well help since you look like you don’t know the first thing about going on a date.”

“Wha--Hey!” [Name] retorted, offended before backtracking. I mean, it’s not like they’re wrong.

“Maybe he actually likes you.” Kohaku suggested as she sat across from [Name]. Silence filled the room as all the girls stared at them. A moment passed between the two girls as they looked at one another until [Name] bursted out laughing, almost smearing her cheek against the lipstick hovering in front of her.

“Not possible. I’m pretty sure he sees me more of a germ than a person. Not to mention he’s never really found the girls in his own grade--the ones older than me--attractive so what’s the likely chance he sees me that way?” She asked when she stopped. She recalled a rumor swirling around the school about Senku rejecting over 10 girls during Valentine’s Day, all of them varying in popularity and looks.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, [Name]-san.” Ruri commented as she held another dress up to her, this one looking a little more decent. “You’re easily one of the prettiest girls here.”

“Don’t make me laugh again…” [Name] mumbled to herself, flinching when she felt Sapphire poke at her waist once again. “Oi, why are are you poking me?”

“I’m trying to see what your shape is like so we can let you try on one of the dresses.” Sapphire replied, pouting. “Why do you have to wear such baggy clothes?”

“Practicality.” Was the only response [Name] gave as she tried to keep still when makeup was being put on her.

“That’s a lame excuse. I bet you’re just hiding the fact you have small boobs.”

“My boobs have nothing to do with my clothes. Besides, small boobs or not, it shouldn’t matter what people think about them--!” [Name] yelled out, embarrassed, as a dress was thrown onto her lap.

It was blue, like most of the villager’s clothing, but it seemed more simple and less body-hugging like most of the clothes. It flowed down near the bust, where it had folded nicely around it to adjust to anyone wearing it. The sleeves were puffy and ended where her biceps began, looking kind of like neatly made muffins. Instead of a rope, a thin piece of cloth of the same color was tied to the front, giving a nice, simple finish for the clothing.

If Mom was still alive, she’d probably be looking at how well done this dress was with just a simple loom and needle. [Name] thought as she marveled at the tiny needlework near the waist, creating tiny little flowers near the top. Looking up, she met Ruri’s gentle smile. “That should fit you since one of the village women is identical to your body shape. Now, lets get you dressed; you have to meet up with Senku soon.”

PREVIOUS PART - NEXT PART

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heavcnslyre · 4 years ago

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never leave me again — leo valdez x reader

in which you return from years of being missing, only to find that your boyfriend, leo valdez, has been missing as well.

warnings swearing

notes it’s been a few months since i’ve read the books so i kind of just made this my own. also this took me DAYS to write so pls appreciate it w me

events in this are not all canon

masterlist

the scent of camp half blood was familiar— yet something felt different. it had been years since you had smelt it, and being there again brought upon a feeling you couldn’t quite explain. you listened for the familiar ruffle of the trees and the rippling of the lake, but heard nothing. it was silent; eerily silent. it was the middle of summer, yet the camp was still.

although, you had been away from everything for so long, you didn’t actually know if it was summer or not. truthfully, you didn’t even know exactly what year it was.

you inched towards the entrance of camp nervously. something inside of you was scared that you weren’t even going to be let into the camp— but as you read the ancient greek at the entrance fluently and your foot went through the barrier, you instantly calmed down. the familiar atmosphere of the camp was comforting, even if you could automatically feel how different it was.

making your way to the big house, you gathered that it was still early in the morning as you saw the sun peaking out in the east. it was chilly and the grass was wet and suddenly you realized how tired you were. you wanted nothing more than to collapse into your bunk in cabin 18. your cabin was often lively, as it was common for children of hebe to enjoy parties and be social; but you only had a few siblings and you were one of the oldest. they listened to you if you asked them to quiet down, and the environment of your cabin was soothing. you found yourself longing for it on rough nights, and now that you were back, you debated on just going straight there as if nothing happened.

but, you fought the temptation and knocked on the door to the big house. you found yourself anxious for a moment that no one would be awake, but you heard movement from the inside and the door opened seconds later. you looked down and saw chiron sitting in his wheelchair. he looked the same, as you assumed he would. somehow, he didn’t look surprised to see you.

“(y/n). i thought you’d be here today,” he said, moving himself out of the way. “come in, we can talk.”

you followed him to the main table in the house and took a seat across from him. he settled his hands into his lap and studied you. suddenly aware of how you may have changed, you shifted in your seat awkwardly.

“chiron, can i ask...” you said after a moment. “how long has it been? how long have i been gone?”

“a little over two years.”

you sank down in your seat. “oh.”

“do you want to fill me in on where you’ve been, or should i tell you what happened here first?”

“oh, uh�� i guess a lot of its fuzzy,” you started. “i was with hera, and she sent me to do... different quests. time doesn’t really feel real, at this point. i never got a break, i don’t think. she sent me places and i forgot a lot about... my life. and everything.”

“do you remember everything now?”

“i remember all of my life before hera— yeah,” you paused, taking it in. “but i don’t remember a lot of what she had me do, or whatever she said to me when i wasn’t off on a quest. that’s why i didn’t know how much time passed, it feels like it’s been three years and three days at the same time.”

chiron sighed. “i get that. the gods have the powers to do whatever they want to time and your memory— but they rarely use the ability. but hera, after all she’s done...”

“why is she so against demigods? after she switched jason and percy for no reason we thought she was done, why did she need to take me?”

“i guess we’ll never truly know her intentions,” chiron said. “i did assume now is when you would return, though. leo valdez is missing.”

you felt your heart skip a beat. leo. he had been a constant in your mind in the past two years that you had been gone, just like how percy explained that annabeth was all he could remember. you had started dating a few months before you disappeared. suddenly you yearned for his warmth, remembering the feeling of his arms wrapped around you. your heart ached for him for years and now that you’re home— he’s gone.

“how... how long has he been missing?” you asked. chiron frowned.

“a few months. after the war ended, he disappeared, basically into the sky. (y/n)... there’s a good chance he didn’t survive.”

you could almost feel your heart breaking, but you knew that wasn’t the main issue at the moment. you took a deep breath to gather yourself. “how’s everyone else doing?”

“it’s been rough, obviously. the prophecy of the seven was fulfilled, which was hard enough on the campers. and with leo gone... no ones sure how to continue. but, we are at peace with rome and some campers are planning on college in great rome,” chiron said, obviously proud. you smiled gently.

“thats... amazing. is everyone here now? piper, annabeth, percy and jason?”

chiron nodded. “everyone is here. it is early, though. i suggest you head to your cabin for some rest, unless you have anymore questions?”

“honestly, i have hundreds. but... my brain is foggy. i can’t really focus on anything right now so, later. later i’ll bombard you with the questions,” you joked and chiron smiled.

“go, get some rest. breakfast starts in about an hour and a half, but you take all the time you need,” you stood up.

“thank you, chiron. it’s good to be back.”

as soon as you slipped into your cabin, you felt at home. you saw your younger siblings sleeping soundly and that warmed your heart to see. they were safe; they were okay.

your bunk was obviously saved for you. there were organized bags of your stuff laying on top, and the sheets were made neatly. you could tell that no one had slept there since you left. the thought of this was bittersweet; you were happy they waited for you but... you couldn’t imagine how worried they all were for you.

the more you thought about it, the more you realized how many people could have been worried for you.

when percy and jason were switched back, everyone seemed to be at ease. the romans and greeks seemed to be getting along, and things were good... for about an hour.

you were walking around rome with leo. the seven of the prophecy had been decided; leo was one of them, you were not. this wasn’t easy for either of you, as you had recently began dating, but you both knew that this didn’t mean forever. cherishing your time together, you walked hand in hand down the beautiful streets of new rome. after a while, leo decided he was going to go check up on the argo ii, make sure it was ready for the quest to come. you kissed him goodbye, and told him to iris message you whenever he got the chance.

before you knew it, camp jupiter was being attacked. and leo was the one behind it.

you ran through the crowd, trying to push towards the ship to see what the hell was happening to leo. but the romans were angry— and you were wearing an orange shirt.

you didn’t know exactly what happened next. one second you were pushing through the crowd, the next second you woke in a bright room, hera standing over you.

thus the years with hera began. she told you that she needed you— and she’d bring you home when you were ready. she brought you places and gave you quests to do, and the more time you spent with her, the more you weren’t sure how much time had passed, and the more you forgot your real life. you were stuck in an endless loop, until this morning, where hera plopped you down right outside of camp half-blood; with a fuzzy memory and a million questions.

you woke up later to an empty cabin. it was obvious people had been in and out of it, and you wondered how everyone reacted when they saw you in your bed. you were just internally grateful no one woke you up.

after getting ready (putting on a new camp t-shirt was so refreshing) you slipped out of your cabin and out into the sunlight. at first, it didn’t register how much time had passed, because everyone was in the dining hall as they would be during breakfast. but, after examining more, you gathered that you had awoken just as dinner was starting, and you had slept all day. you stood back, taking in the familiarity of the buzz of mealtime. as you stood there, unsure on how to present yourself to the campers, you heard your name.

“(y/n)?” you looked forward to be met with the gaze of your best friend, piper mclean, standing by her table, staring at you in disbelief. “i can’t believe it.”

the entire hall hushed as everyone looked in your direction. you were suddenly aware of every little thing about yourself, and you hated the attention. but when piper rushed forward to hug you, you ignored your surroundings and let yourself feel comfort in her hug. it had been so long since you had felt so... loved. after these past couple of years, then the news that leo was missing, taking in the scent and warmth of your best friend was the most comforting thing you could imagine.

piper pulled back from your hug and studied your face. you studied hers as well, noticing everything you could; any change you could find. but, she looked almost the same. she was the prettiest person you had ever seen, and although she seemed slightly older and wiser, it wasn’t in a negative way. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you said. “obviously i’m... adjusting. but, i’m okay.”

“what happened to you? where have you been?” piper asked gently.

“when the romans were angry at us, after leo...” you hesitated and piper’s expression softened. you cleared your throat. “i was attacked, or something. next thing i knew i was with hera and basically did anything she needed. i was so tired, constantly doing work for her. everything i did with her is sort of fuzzy though, just like my personal life was when i was working for her, if that makes sense.”

“hera’s the worst,” piper said. “guess switching jason and percy just wasn’t enough for her.”

you raised your eyebrows in agreement before being approached by annabeth chase, one of your other closest friends, who hugged you tightly. “i’m so relieved you’re alright.”

“back at you,” you said. percy and jason followed close behind annabeth, and you hugged both of them as well. “i can’t imagine things have been easy for you guys.”

“it’s been rough,” jason agreed. “but we got through it.”

your mind went straight to leo, and the four of them obviously noticed. piper put her hand on your shoulder and jason frowned. “hey, i’m sure he’s...”

“no,” you stopped him. “it’s fine. i... i’m really proud of you guys. seriously, saving the world and shit. that’s pretty cool.”

they all laughed which brought a warm feeling to your chest. it was going to be rough without leo, but you adored your friends. you knew they’d be there for you no matter what.

“c’mon, you must be starving,” annabeth said. “plus, i think you have a few more people to chat with.”

annabeth motioned towards your cabins table, where your siblings sat anxiously, watching you with wide eyes. you grinned at the sight and made your way over to the table, only to be met with smiling faces and lots of questions.

weeks past since you had returned to camp. you were settled back in and at ease with everything, but things still felt off. you figured it was just because you were most excited to come back to camp to see leo, but he was gone. and you didn’t even know if he was still alive.

you spent your days training and reconnecting with your friends. they had been through so much, and you couldn’t imagine how painful it was for them. they asked you questions about what you had been up to, but you weren’t able to answer them. you couldn’t remember a thing— it was like the past years had never happened. as days went on you forgot more and more about what you had done.

one morning, you stayed behind to finish cleanup in your cabin. now that you returned to camp, you returned to your position as head counselor. you were protective over your siblings (since you were the oldest), so when everyone was running late for breakfast, you volunteered to finish cleanup.

after you finished making all the beds, you fixed your hair and slipped out of your cabin. when the mess hall came into your line of vision, you paused as you saw a group of campers gathered around something. the scene was similar to how everyone reacted when you returned, and you watched curiously. but when you studied the campers who were grouped together, you realized it was a majority of the hephaestus canon who was standing. your eyes widened and you hurried forward, into the mess hall.

nyssa barrera, one of the older hephaestus kids, looked over at you and her eyes widened. she pulled a few of her siblings back to make room, and you were met with the grinning face of leo valdez.

your leo, standing there, in the flesh.

it took him a moment to see you, but when he did, his expression softened. he visibly relaxed, and his eyes studied your face. you were frozen in your spot and your eyes never left his. he inched towards you, and before you knew it you charged forward to him and threw your arms around his neck. he buried his face in your neck as he held you tightly around your waist. you took in his natural warmth and his vague scent of campfires and motor oil. he rubbed your back as you held him as tightly as possible. you never wanted to let go.

when you finally did pull back, you missed his warmth immediately. in his arms you felt safe, and that was something you had missed with your whole heart.

“are you okay?” was the first thing he asked you, tucking your hair behind your ears. you smiled at the sound of his voice. you didn’t realize how many little things you had missed.

“i’m okay. are you?”

“i’m... amazing,” he studied your face again. “gods i’ve missed you.”

“i’ve missed you too, you have no idea,” you said. your eyes drifted to a girl you didn’t recognize standing awkwardly behind leo. “who is that?”

leo raised his eyebrows and turned around to look at who you were referring to. “oh, this is my friend. calypso.”

“oh!” you said, remembering the story of calypso. “thats... hi! it’s really cool to meet you.”

“you as well,” calypso responded, her voice smooth. “leo talked about you non-stop.”

maybe it was the longing look on her face, or the fact that you had just finally reconnected with your boyfriend, but you moved towards calypso and pulled her into a hug. she tensed, but after a moment she relaxed and hugged you back. when you pulled back, you gave her a warm smile and when she gave you one back, you knew that there was no bad blood between you. calypso wanted to be loved— but she wasn’t interested in leo.

you turned around to find your way back next to leo. he watched you with a fond look on his face, and when you were closer to him, he grabbed your hand tightly. at this moment you made a promise to yourself — you would never lose him again.

chiron ended up coming over to tell people to sit at their tables for breakfast, but leo leaned over to whisper to you, “want to go chat? just the two of us?”

“absolutely.”

the two of you snuck out of the mess hall (although, if anyone had seen you, you doubted they would stop you from leaving). you made your way down towards the lake, hand in hand. you sat down next to each other, leo’s arm around your waist and your head on his shoulder.

“so how did you get calypso off her island?” you asked him after a moment of silence.

“well, i landed on her island a little while ago but i had to leave, obviously. was in the middle of a quest,” he said. “but she was miserable there, so i promised i’d come back to get her. and a few months ago, i landed on her island again, but with a plan this time.”

you listened intently. “and it worked?”

“for the most part. i had to work really hard to figure out a way to make it work, but it did. i just hope she gets a real chance to be happy now that she’s off her island.”

“that’s amazing. you did it against all odds, right?”

he chuckled lightly. “guess so. what about you? what happened to you?” you sighed and sat up to face him.

“i guess i’m not completely sure,” you started. he knit his eyebrows. “i was working with... or i guess, for, hera. but i don’t remember most of what she made me do. i just know i went on quests for her, and time didn’t really feel real. i had no idea how much time had passed when i returned.”

“gods that sounds... terrible,” he said genuinely. you shrugged.

“i got through it,” you grabbed his hand and started tracing lines on it. “and so did you.”

leo hummed and moved his other hand to your cheek. “i always knew you’d come back.”

“i knew you would, too.”

“promise to never leave me again?” you leaned into his hand.

“only if you promise me the same thing.”

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 4 years ago

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The Mandalorian: Imagine Din Being Protective of You

(Author’s Note: Oh my goshhhh, so I finally did it. I finally decided to write a Mandalorian fanfic. I hope you enjoy!!!!

Warnings: Creepy character at the cantina. Nothing graphic.)

The task was supposed to be simple.

You would take a seat next to the shady character at the cantina, catch his attention, and get some information on Din’s next target without letting on that you were an ally to the Mandalorian

However, the shady character was being way more forward than you’d anticipated.

When faced with the dilemma of obtaining information without causing a disturbance, Cara Dune suggested you charm the target to get the information and not alarm him. The three of you were hatching a plan aboard the Razor Crest, with the child watching curiously from his seat in the cockpit.

“She has no training,” the Din Djarin stated, his voice crackling slightly from the modulator. Though his protest wasn’t wordy, it was still a protest. He did have a point. You were not a trained fighter. You accompanied the Mandalorian to aid in caring for the child and also because you were in danger too if you stayed home after the conflict that was brought to your town.

“That’s precisely why she should do it,” Cara replied. “I’d be a dead giveaway. He’d see me coming from the moment I set foot in that cantina. ________ here will have the element of surprise.” She smirked at you, and you ducked your head when Din’s visor faced your direction. “Besides, it’s not like we’d ever let anything happen to her.”

“Believe me, I’m not really crazy about this idea,” you admitted. “But I want to help.” A few moments passed as he took in your hopeful expression.

“Alright,” he said finally.

Fast forward to you sitting on a stool in the cantina. You had done your makeup and mustered your best flirt attempt, and he responded positively with the occasional raised brow at first before scooting over to strike up a conversation. He was definitely leaning too much into your personal space, but you had to pretend that it was welcome.

“So what do you say? Want to get out of here?”

“Hmm...Well, you seem like an interesting fellow. Though, I doubt you’re more interesting than Rangar Illigar.” You sipped your water, giving him a moment to take the bait.

He scoffed. “Rangar? He’s not that tough. Why, I beat him in a fight.”

“Oh?” you raised your brows, feigning interest. “Is that so? How did you ever end up in a fight with him?”

“We played sabacc in this very cantina. I won. He couldn’t pay.”

“I suppose he couldn’t show his face around you after that,” you chuckled. “What became of him? Do you know where he is?”

“Enough about that bantha-brain.” He smirked, leaning in to place his hand over yours. “I’m more interested in learning about you.”

Ugh. You were so close to getting that information. This was turning out to be more difficult than you thought. You forced a smile.

“But I just have to hear the end of this story; how you sent Rangar running.”

A look of suspicion crossed his features, and you worried you’d pushed too much. He stared at you for a long minute before downing his drink. “I see. You’re just playing the game. Well, you’d better watch it, sweetheart. If you don’t come with me, I might have to make you.”

His words chilled you, but before you had time to worry about what you’d do next, the target’s head was suddenly slammed into the counter. A gasp left your lips as you jumped back.

“What’s the big idea?” he slurred, lifting his head to face the attacker. Familiar beskar armor shone even in the dim lighting of the cantina. Din’s visor was staring the target down.

His voice was even. Eerily so. “You don’t talk to her like that.”

“A Mandalorian!” He scrambled away from the counter, making a break for the door. You watched, heart pounding, as Din let him leave before looking at you. There was a moment of silence in the cantina as others stared for several seconds after the confrontation had occurred. Eventually the music started back up, and they averted their eyes or helmets.

Cara came strolling in, shaking her head. She leaned against the counter. “So much for getting the information quietly.”

“Or at the very least, getting the information,” you sighed dejectedly. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Din stated. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yeah, Mando here couldn’t sit back and let you be in potential peril for just five minutes,” Cara chuckled, rolling her eyes. “It was worth a shot, anyway. Why don’t we try a different lead?”

“We’ll have to,” you said. “That jerk did say that he won in a fight against Rangar. He said he beat him in a game of sabacc right here in this cantina, but Rangar couldn’t pay.”

“So, perhaps he’s a regular,” Cara nodded in approval. “Good going! I knew you could handle it.” You beamed, glad to have been helpful. As she walked out the exit, you turned to follow but were stopped in your tracks by Din’s deep voice.

“________.”

You weren’t used to him saying your name. It almost sent a shiver down your spine, only this one was more welcome than the one the creepy target had caused.

“Yeah?” Your voice came out much quieter than you intended.

“It’s not that I don’t think you can handle it,” Din said. “Believe me, I know you can.” He paused, visor angling toward the floor before coming back up to meet your gaze. “It’s just…difficult. It’s difficult for me to see you in danger.”

You weren’t quite sure what to say to that. He was admitting that he cared about your safety beyond the requirements of the mission. Din was not the most vocal about things, but it was obvious in his actions. The child, for instance. He was tasked with caring for the child until his proper home would be found. You didn’t hear him say anything about love, and he didn’t gush over the child as others did. Yet, you saw his affection for the little one in how he fussed over his safety, took the time to teach him new things, and made sure he was well taken care of overall.

When it came to you, he acted similarly, but in a more subtle way. He did show concern for your safety, though it was more guarded since you were not a little one like the child. He made sure you had something to eat and got some sleep when you were so stressed that you felt you couldn’t. Din also began teaching you about the ship, how to fix a few things here and there.

You never thought in a million years, though, that he’d speak a word of it.

When you didn’t respond right away, Din turned to walk out of the cantina. This time you darted forward to stand directly in front of him, lifting your eyes to look into his visor. The rise and fall of his armored chest increased when you stepped into his space.

“Thank you,” you said quietly. “For protecting me.”

He didn’t respond, just gazed back at you. It made you feel vulnerable; for him to see every emotion play out on your expression even in the most miniscule ways, and yet you could not catch a glimpse of him in return. Finally, you stepped away and headed out the door, Din following with a glance over his shoulder to see if the two of you caught anyone’s attention.

Upon returning to the ship, the child waddled up to you, reaching up with his arms. You smiled and picked him up, hugging him against your chest. You could tell by his expression that he was curious.

“We have a lead,” you told him quietly. “We have to go back to the cantina later to see if this guy shows up.” The child cooed as if understanding, and you nodded. “And how are you?” He cooed again, this time louder, and you laughed in amusement. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Din glancing your way, and you tried best to pretend that you didn’t.

Who knew where this situation would take you?

(PART 2)

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mashupxreader · 4 years ago

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Little Buddy.

Hello, Lovebugs.

Din Djanin X Fem Reader

Warnings - none yet but this will be a multi chapter thing that will eventually have lots of smut.

Summary - You need a job and Peli agrees you can work on the Razor Crest for her.

Chapter 2!

You suppose you should have expected this. Out on the street with a pathetic bag filled with clothes and no units to your name. You had been bouncing around on friends couches until you had overstayed your welcome. The problem this time was that you were out of couches to crash on. All your friends were sick of you, not that you could blame them. You had become pathetic with no home, no job, and no drive to change that.

There were few options for you on tatooine for a job. You had no true credentials. You had worked on the junk your father had around his little shop but you didn't have any true training it was everything you taught yourself. After he passed you had nothing. He owed everyone around so they took what they could to repay themselves for his debt. You knew you had one last option but you had been putting it off for as long as possible. Peli had given you a few odd jobs in the past but it had been a while since you had seen her. You essentially had a temper tantrum and stormed off from her hanger. You were young and dumb and in pain from the losses you had. Hopefully, she could see it in her heart to forgive you and let you work to make enough credits to at least get a place of your own.

You made your way down to Peli tail between your legs ready to beg on your knees when an old ship landed on the platform. From the looks and sound of it, the old space junk needed some serious TLC. You continued walking over to Peli catching her eye once the dust had fully settled. She gave you a knowing smirk with a hand on her hip as if to say look whos back. You sighed rolling your eyes. Get through this y/n just a few jobs and then you can come and go as you pleased. You mustered a smile hoping it looked less fake then it felt on your face. You had made it beside Peli when she looked at you before turning to the person coming off the ship. To both of your surprises, it was a Mandalorian. Suddenly the little speech you had been practicing on the way over escaped your mind. You were distracted from looking at the tall Mandalorian followed by a little silver ball floating behind him. This was definitely not a normal occurrence even for Tatooine. He stopped in front of the two of you stiff and serious. The little droids Peli kept around the hanger starting to make their way over to the ship before Mando shot towards one scaring them away.

“Hey!” Peli said ready to straight-up fight a man way bigger than her. “You damage one of my droids you pay for it.” You had to admit Peli had no fear when it came to her turf.

“Just keep them away from my ship,” the modulated voice said clearly not afraid of the shorter woman in front of him.

“You think that's a good idea, do ya? Let's look at your ship.” Peli started to do her walk around clipboard in hand already adding the credits up in her head. She started to do her typical run through that you had seen a million times over. She was a businesswoman who knew how to upcharge a stranger. “Oof! Look at that. Ugh, you got a lot of carbon scorin building up top. Yeah.” she continues looking around poking and pulling as she goes. The Mandalorian was clearly unamused with her little show. She kept mumbling to herself about needing a special tool for this and that it looked like someone was doing target practice on the ship. The Mandalorian cleared his throat to get Peli’s attention.

“I’ve got five hundred imperial credits.” The Mando pulled them out from a small pouch to prove to her he wasn't here to waste her time.

“That's all you got?” Peli said grabbing the credits from him. “Well, what do you think y/n?” You were surprised to hear your name. Honestly, you thought asking for a job would be more painful with pleading and flattery. You paused looking from the ship to the two other people in front of you.

“It will at least cover the hanger,” you said with a shrug. Your haggling skills were never the best and had gotten you yelled at a few times from your father and Peli about upselling to make a living.

“I’ll get you your money,” He said pausing before pushing the button on the little floating orb behind him. Peaking out was a little green creature with the biggest eyes and even bigger ears you have ever seen. It had the smallest little pout probably upset about being woken up from its nap. “I need you to watch him I have a job I need to take care of.” You couldn't help yourself you were drawn to it. Going over to the makeshift pram you reached out to pick up the little thing as it reached out to be picked up.

“What's its name?” You said looking to the Mando as you softly rubbed one of the giant ears on its head.

“I don't know his name. I just call him kid. So we got a deal? I’ll pay for the repairs and for the cost of watching the child.” Peli Hummed from a second before agreeing to his terms. With that, the Mandalorian grabbed a bag from the ship and went off to what you assumed was the job he spoke of.

“Bye Mando,” you said showing the child Mando leaving he cooed moving his ears down sadly. You felt for the little guy being left with two random ladies wasn't exactly what you would want either. “Are you hungry?” you asked the little guy suddenly seeing him brighten at the thought of getting a snackie. You turned around to take him into Peli’s area before being stopped by her in your tracks.

“Nice try y/n, I get the kid you get to work on the pile of space rubble.” Peli had her hands out for the child to be grabbed by her already baby talking to him giving him the pet name womp rat. She started to walk away before turning back to you. “Oh and welcome back y/n.”

You spent the next few days working on the ship with Peli. Every so often she would come over to check your work suggesting different things but otherwise, the two of you fell into the regular rhythm that you had been used to in working with her. The ship was truly in bad shape. Maybe the Mandalorian just wasn't that good at upkeep but he needed to start if he didn't want it to break down in the middle of space. The work was long and made your arms and legs have a familiar ache that reminded you of sleeping on different couches the past year. While working the child would sleep in his little floating pram or play around with the droids. When night would come you would play with him using random object around the shop as toys. His motivation in life however was food. He loved to eat everything and anything he could get his hands on. You were sure you had caught him eating random little creatures around outside. It didn't make him less adorable but you had to wonder where his insatiable appetite came from.

Peli let you sleep on the cot that she had around from the past when you would stay with her. It was very uncomfortable with the metal pushing into your back and sides when you would lay down in it. Yes, beggars can't be choosers but if you could you would choose something with a little more fluff. One of the nights you were laying staring at the ceiling when you heard the child start to stir. At first, they were little sounds like he was dreaming before turning into full-on tears. You snuck over to the orb looking down at the poor little guy. Clearly, he was having a nightmare. You thought back to when you would have nightmares when you were little. Your father would always rub soothing circles into your back to help you feel better. Grabbing the child in your arms you let him rest his head on your shoulder before you started to rub circles onto his tiny back. At first, his little whimpers were loud in your ear breaking your heart as he tried to let the soothing take over him. You lightly shushed him telling him all the typical things like you were there and he was okay. Eventually, after a lot of convincing and a few hiccups after the tears, he fell back asleep on you. You considered putting him back in the orb but you didn't want to wake him. At least that's what you were telling yourself because truthfully the cuddles made you feel so much better. No one had hugged you in so long that it felt nice to be needed.

Waking up you realized that you had slept sitting up leaning against the wall while holding the kid. You were definitely going to be paying for that later when your muscles would be screaming at you asking what the fuck you were thinking. For now, you were just happy that the kid didn't have any more nightmares that night. You could only imagine the things he had seen to end up being in the care of a Mandalorian. You started to hum very lightly to him when you felt like someone was watching you. Looking over you saw the Mandalorian looking at the two of you in your little cuddle puddle.

“He likes you.” the sound of his voice was slightly rough like he was in desperate need of some sleep and water. You nodded starting to stand before realizing your legs were numb from being in the position they were with the kid. Just as you felt like you were about to hit the ground the Mandalorian caught you holding you up while you found your balance. His gloved hands were rough against your skin. His grip was tight but not to the point you felt like he was going to leave a bruise. You gave him a little thanks before placing the child back in the pram. He gave a few little huffs before settling back into his blankets.

“I can show you everything we did on the ship if you want then I can grab Peli.” The Mandalorian simply nodded not giving anything away with that helmet. For all, you knew he could be rolling his eyes and you would be none the wiser. Walking around the ship Mando followed making small comments here and there about your work but overall was satisfied. Turning back to him you finally were able to take in just how much taller he was than you. He was broad and intimidating just to look at. You didn't want to imagine what it would be like having him chase you down as a bounty.

Peli came around the corner with the child following behind. The moment he saw you he made a squealing sound not even caring his father was back from his trip. Mando noticed turning his head to the side clearly surprised the excitement wasn't for him. You went to the child touching his ear softly looking at him closing his eyes. Mando and Peli dealt with the payment as you said good bye to the kid. How did he manage to make you fall in love with him so quickly? You barely noticed Peli call your name to get your attention.

“Oh sorry, Yes?” you said letting go of the kid and taking a step back. Mando looked over at you clearly amused by the way you and the child had already made a bond. It reminded him of how quickly he grew attached to him too.

“I have been looking for someone to watch the kid while I go on jobs. Plus you know your way around a ship. Would you consider working for with me for a couple of weeks?” Did the Mandalorian just give you your free ride off this stupid planet? You didn't think for long before your answer.

“Absolutely.” Mando nodded towards Peli as a final thank you before walking towards the ship the child’s pram following behind him as the kid tried to reach to Mando finally ready for his father’s attention. He really was a man of very few words not that it mattered to you. You ran to your little cot grabbing your bag that had your whole life in it. This was exactly the thing you needed. Running up to Peli she shoved some credits into your hand. “Thank you. For everything. Especially letting me come back after every time I leave.” She rolled her eyes nodding her head to the ship where Mando was waiting for you.

“I’ll always be here for you kid. Be careful out there.” With that, she gave you a little shove towards the ship before walking back to get away from the dust that will be kicked up from the ship. You made your way up the ramp looking back at Peli before closing the ramp. You threw your bag on the floor before crawling up the ladder to the cockpit. There Mando sat in the pilot seat with the child in the seat to his right. You sat down with a small smile on your face.

“Ready?” Mando asked as he flicked a few switches.

“Ready,” you said looking at the kid who cooed in response as the ship began to take off.

#the mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x y/n #mandalorian x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years ago

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A Thousand Years

Peter Parker x Avenger!reader

warnings: okay, i’ll admit it, it kind of sucks

a/n: i was gonna do some cliche “peter dusted and y/n waited for him” and just ignore the fact there would be a weird ass age difference but then i didn’t

prompt: anonymous: “Hey there! For the event, I was thinking of A Thousand Years by Christina Perri for Peter Parker x Avenger reader? Love your writing! 💖💖💖”// A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

When you and Peter came back to Earth, things had changed. A lot. Truthfully, more than you could process. Each of you had a list of things you needed to take care of before you could even begin to return to “normal.”

“Peter, go be with your aunt, I’ll wait for you. I still need to settle some things on my side.” You pulled him in for a hug and heard his sniffles from your shoulder.

“Yeah, I get it. I’ll just miss you.” He mumbled and gave you a kiss on your jaw. You took his shoulders and led him back to look him in the eyes. “Call me?” Peter raised his eyebrows and chuckled through his tears, your heart felt like it could break right there.

“Every day.” You assured him as you leaned in for one final kiss before it was time to go. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Peter repeated and watched you walk away from him, boarding the ship that would take you far from your boyfriend, who you technically hadn’t seen in five years. But he’d wait for you much longer than that.

Sorting everything out took much longer than you originally expected. It had been months since you’d seen Peter. You were being driven crazy by that fact, every day was the same call. I love you, I miss you, I stopped a bank robbery, I attended another conference on behalf of the Avengers, I wish we could just be kids.

The Avengers just weren’t the same after Tony died. They relocated and left you tending to matters much bigger than yourself.

It wasn’t long before you were called in for a “big favor” by Fury himself. For obvious reasons, you had to accept, but something didn’t feel right. When he asked if you had any suggestions for a helping hand, you really wanted to say Peter. Everything in your mind was screaming you need Spider-Man! but you couldn’t drag him into something so serious so soon. This Beck guy and his end-of-the-world story was too much for Peter.

But of course, Fury called him in anyways, and it was no surprise that he incessantly declined until he heard your name.

“Mr. Parker, would you change your mind if I told you that y/n was apart of this mission?” Fury persuaded and that was all Peter needed to hear. He perked up and agreed faster than his damned reflexes.

“Y/N’s here?” He asked without skipping a beat.

“Indeed, they are. Now, are you going to come with me or...” Fury peered over to the door with his one good eye, “deal with those crazy ass teachers all night?” Peter thought about it until he heard Mr. Harrington start talking again, then rushed to his bag to dig out his spider-suit. “Good choice.”

You were currently discussing the mission of saving the Earth from inevitable doom with this universe’s brand new hero without a proper name. You just called him Quentin. Now, you weren’t exactly expecting Peter to just walk into the base, you weren’t expecting him at all. With a potential end-of-the-world assignment, you were expecting Fury to bring in someone with that experience. But when you saw Peter, you paused mid-sentence and walked away from your colleague. Correction, ran.

“Peter!” You charged towards him and jumped into his arms. He spun you around while all the agents spectated in your reunion. “It feels like it’s been a thousand years since I’ve seen you.”

“More like a million.” Peter gave you a kiss on the cheek and gently dropped you onto the floor.

“Young love,” Maria joked with Quentin, “sweet, isn’t it?”

“At least they’re still innocent in some ways.” You heard him chuckle and realized how rude you must have been.

“Pete, come with me, you’ve gotta meet this guy.” You dragged him away from Fury, it sort of warmed his cold heart seeing you so upbeat. “This is Quentin Beck, Mr. Beck, this is Peter. Also, sorry for ditching you mid-conversation.”

“Don’t worry abour it, kid. I definitely understand.” He gave you a reassuring smile and turned to Peter. “And ‘Spider-Man,’ I’ve heard a lot about you.” Peter raised his eyebrows.

“You have?”

#peter parker imagine #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #avengers #avengers x reader #avengers imagine

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imma-potatoo · 4 years ago

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I HAD TOO

I AM NOT SORRY AT ALL @superwholockandpfl

This is once again written for my friend k.c.cosplay on tiktok! Once again, amazing cosplays 💙💛💙💛💙💛💙

Same universe then this fic

*Logan is a dark side*

Ships: Loceit, parental logicality, parental anxceit

Warnings: none that I know of? Let me know if you want me to tag something

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Perseus and Andromeda

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Logan and Janus stood in front of the other four. Smiles completely coated their faces as they both held out their left hands. Janus holding Logan's bicep with his right hand.

Rings. On both of them.

"You- you got married?" Patton's voice was timid. He didn't expect this day to come. But he currently wanted his father-son dance with Logan

Janus and Logan's faces quickly turned to shock. "What?! No! We're engaged! These are engagement rings daa-- Patton!" Logan blushed at the almost use of Pattons old title. Not that Logan didn't view Patton as a father figure -far from it, Janus and him were the youngest sides- but calling someone dad while you are practically the same age and completely imaginary is quite weird in his opinion but I mean-

"My love, your zoning out again."

Logan could hear the amusement in his fiance's voice. Squeezing Janus' hand slightly; Logan cleared his thoat, "What was that question again?"

Roman was slightly laughing before Remus elbowed him in the ribs, "OW REM-" "Roman sh! Do you have a date picked out yet?" Virgil had a hopeful shimmer in his eyes

Logan and Janus looked at eachother briefly, "Not really, to be honest" Janus laughed slightly. "He just asked me last night," a lose curl falling from behind the yellow sides ear. Logan quickly catching it to tuck it back to its rightful place

The sides migranted over to couch. They had a feeling that they'll be talking for a while.

"Any ideas on a theme yet?" Roman was bouncing enthusiastically, hands tight fisted on the couch. A huge ear to ear grin spread on his face

Logan hummed, thinking back to a precious conversation, "We're thinking victorian or dark academia. But we're open to any suggestions!" his hand was tracing circles over and over on Janus' back.

Roman jumped off the couch. Bouncing up and down over and over and over, "FEAR NOT MY BELOVED FRIENDS! I will help you plan it!"

Romans eyes sparkled rapidly. Grin glowing like wild, he paused for a second or two before gasping, "WE COULD HAVE IT IN A HUGE GOLDEN BALLROOM! With crystal plates! And a hundred foot tall cake! An-"

It was at that point where the blue and yellow sides completely zoned out to Romans tangent.

The newly engaged couple gave eachother a look. This look said a lot of things. But mainly 'are we seriously going to let a side who thinks throwing glitter at random objects equels fashion. Complete control of our wedding?' that look. Its a very very specific look. But its a very obvious look.

The red creativity seemed to notice the couples glazed over eyes and blank expression. So he quickly stopped his rant to add on a rather important detail, "I mean... If you guys want me to help. Its completely ok if you don't!! I mean, its ok, I just-"

"Roman for the love of all things holy. Please stop talking." Logan was rubbing his temple with his free hand, "We would love to have you help plan our wedding. But we don't need a ballroom, or crystal plates, or any fancy fairy tale type things." He squeezed Janus' hand with a bright grin, "We just need eachother."

Roman's dramatic pose and extreme tangent faltered. He paused. Seeming to process the information. Before a small grin took his face. "then thats what you two will have."

Janus moved his gaze from Roman to the green twin... Looking at the floor.... With a pout that could kill a god.... Looking very non-Remus esq.

"Remus, do you also want to help plan our wedding?"

In the span of a second, Remus' face bounced between 50 different emotions before settling on complete and utter happiness, "I THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER ASK MY AMAZING DOUBLE D-"

Patton slapped his hand over Remus' mouth, "lets not talk about my future son-in-law like that! eeewwwWWWWWW!!! ROMAN HE LICKED MY HAND!!" Patton snapped his hand away as soon as he put it on.

Laughter filled the rest of the night... And quite a bit of wine.

------2 mouths later-----

Logan grumbled as he threw another crumpled piece of paper against the desk. Elbows on the desk, hands pressing into his eyes.

His supposed vows were going amazingly. Completely. Totally. A hundred percent. Amazing....... Oh who was he kidding? His vows were going terribly.

Not from lack of love or anything absolutely ridiculous like that. He loved Janus more then the stars, moon and galaxies combined. He loved everything about Janus.

He loved Janus' snark. He loved the way his eyes glowed when they watched a movie. Or how Janus' voice drips like steeped honey and smoked chives. Or how his snake eye dilates when he's happy. Or when he gets excited and talks for hours and hours about a philosopher or a certain myth that sparked his interest or reminded him of their relationship-

Thats it.

The last myth that Janus was talking about was Perseus and Andromeda.

Andromeda was to be sacrificed to save her kingdom because her mother boasted about her beauty to the nererids. The nererids told their father, Poseidon, and as revenge; Poseidon sent a sea monster to ravenge the kingdom. Perseus, the hero who slayed Medusa, saw Andromeda chained to the stone and slayed the sea monster. After saving her, he took her hand in marriage.

It was far from their love story. Far far from their love story. But...

The way his eyes lit up.

Logan could get drunk on that look. He could live off that look alone for the rest of his life. Oh and that smile

Logan takes his head out of his hands. Mouth agape.

He had an idea

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Janus had been hitting his head against his desk for hours.

Janus could write millions of speeches, and could convince armys to do his bidding, and he could use empty words to get his desires.

But these damn vows.

Janus supposes that its because he isn't used to truth. But he wants too! But the truth seems to be avoiding him more then mouse with a cat.

Logan likes cats, he could never get one before because Patton's allergic. Should he even call Patton by his name? Wouldn't he call him dad now?

He allowed his mind to wonder for a short period of time. Elbows on the desk, hands pressing into his eyes.

This needs to be the truth and its not like he's low on love for Logan. Far far from it

They met when they were younger. Really really younger. He doesn't even remember it. But according to Virgil, Logan and him stared at eachother for five minutes before actually talking to eachother -more like babbling- after that they were practically inseparable. They did everything together apparently. Then they stayed friends for a long time. They barely even talked to eachother by the time that he introduced himself to Thomas. But...

But then Logan became a dark side. Logan started to unbutton the top of his polo. Logan stopped wearing the tie. Logan started to wear ice blue makeup. The Logan he knew as a child came back.

The Logan who loved science, bugs and books. Who loved ranting about old dead philosophers and Janus loved to listen. Logan loved old libraries and classical music. The Logan that used to watch Bill Nye as a child and knows the theme song by heart. The Logan that loved old myths and stories. The Logan who would go outside to the imagination and watch the stars and constellations for hours. His Logan

His favourite constellation was Perseus-

He has an idea.

----The Wedding Day----

Janus adjusted his suit for probably the millionth time. Running his fingers through his hair, attempting to make it lay properly. But only making the curls more wild.

Grumbling obscurities while trying to smooth down his damn hair, he heard low chuckles behind him.

"You know your only gonna make it worse, right Jan?" Virgil was leaning against the wall. His own hair absolutely perfect.

Janus sighed, "I know dad. But I just want my damn hair to lay properly for once! This is why I wear my damn hat-" the chuckles turned into full laughter.

"Logan will love you, no matter how your hair looks," Virgil stood up straight (HA) and walked over to Janus

He took a comb and started to go through his hair. Janus stopped growing by the time he was fifteen, so he was maybe at shoulder height with Virgil. "You need to stop worrying so much, and thats coming from me. Lo loves you more then the sun itself. Don't worry about something as silly as your hair."

Janus watched from the floor to ceiling mirror as Virgil expertly calmed down the mess of his hair.

Meanwhile.....

"Patton please stop crying. Your going to stain my suit-"

"BUT MY BABY'S GETTING MARRIED!!!" tears were still leaking down his face. He's been doing this since he came into the room -which was about twenty minutes ago-

Logan sighed, a smile apparent on his face as he patted his father figure on the back. "I know." he straightened his bowtie slightly in the mirror, "I just love him so much dad," Patton sat down in one of the dressing room chairs. A smile covering his entire face.

"Jan isn't really one to cry. But when I proposed to him? Tears just started leaking. I thought he was upset, so I went to comfort him," blush growing on his cheeks, "then he kissed me and looked me directly in the eyes and said yes." Logan felt a huge grin spreading on his cheeks against his will. He looked out of the mirror and back to his father. "He said yes."

Patton stood up from his seat and put his hands on Logan's shoulders, "and now its your wedding day. You two are going to get married and live out your lives being complete loveable nerds as you talk about philosophy and the stars and things I could never understand. You two are absolutely perfect for eachother and I can't wait to see where you two go next." while tears still shone in his eyes, the smile showed that they were of happiness.

They stared at eachother for a few minutes. Patton nitpicking small details to fix on Logan's suit.

"Janus the one walking down the isle right?"

Logan laughed softly, "yeah, he said it was a more dramatic entrance. Thats my future husband, right there"

Patton looked a little puzzled, "Can you even call him your future husband if the ceremony is starting in less then ten?"

"I mean, technically thats in the futur- wait. How much time was left?"

Patton blinked. Looking in the eyes of his son, "Ten minutes."

A look of panic shot through Logan. "We have to go!"

Logan grabbed Patton's hand. Pulling him out to the room. The celebration hall was stunning

It was outside, circle tables scattered around the clearing like the stars above scattered in the sky. A banquet table for the newly weds, their parents and their best men. The altar was covered in delicate fairy lights illuminating a soft glow. The shimmering stars above their heads shone brighter the usual. The constellations of Perseus and Andromeda were by far the brightest.

Logan stopped in his tirade to the altar. And simply looked at the brilliant view that the twins had put together for them.

For once in his life. Logan was speechless.

"They did a good job right?!?"

Logan was still looking around the meadow, amazed at every tiny detail. From the black dahilas that Remus insisted on including because of the famous unsolved murder, to the fairy lights climbing up the pillers that was no doubt Roman's doing.

"Its beautiful... How di-"

"The twins are a very creative bunch, kiddo!! We have five minutes until your wonderful groom comes out!" The other guests were starting to fill the room as Logan took his place at the altar. It was mostly figments that Thomas had made. Emile, Remy, The Critic, etc. They all took their seats and watched the meadow.

Logan walked over to his place next to the altar. Hands fidgety and resisting the urge to mess with the hair that he spent so long combing down. Roman stood at his side, while Remus waited at the other side of the altar for Janus. Before he knew it the music started to play, the quests rose from their seats, he felt his desire to stand straight. But none of those compared to when Janus walked into the room.

Janus walked in with Virgil latched on to his arm. A periwinkle blossem on the left of his chest. He still had his yellow gloves on -he really hated taking them off. Without the gloves, Janus couldn't lie- but he was without his hat. He was in a black tux with a yellow bowtie.

Logan couldn't think of anything else more beautiful. Logan couldn't think of anyone more beautiful then the side in front of him. Logan couldn't help the gigantic, ear to ear smile as Janus arrived at the altar and took his hands in his own.

The officiant -Who Roman just summoned from the imagination- cleared his voice and spoke to the whole room of people, "Friends and Family, we are gathered here today to connect two side's hearts and souls through this ceremony.

Logic Logan Sanders, Do you take this side to love and to hold, to protect and charish and to adore until the end of your lives?"

His smile growing wider, eyes sparkling with deep love and affection; Logan gazed into Janus' eyes, lightly squeezing his hands. "More then the sun and the stars."

The officiant smiled slightly before turning to Janus. "Deceit Janus Sanders, Do you take this side to love and hold, to protect and charish and to adore until the end of your lives?"

Tears shone throughout Janus' eyes. He removed his hands from Logans and for a second the blue side felt his heart drop, only for it to swell when he sees Janus remove his gloves and place his hands back in Logans. "More then every lie, secret and promise I have ever made."

The officiant turned back to Logan, "Please say your vows."

Logan felt his heart throb as he opened his mouth,

"Janus. In the very very long time that I have known you, I find myself falling more in love with you every day. I love how you laugh. I love how when you're tired you curl up to my side. I love how you stay by my side through it all. My translation from a light side to dark, my learning cerve to our new family, every dilemma from the others that we have to enviably fix.

Every night, every day, every hour, every minute, every second. You occupy my mind. And god Janus, I never want you to leave it.

I love you. I love you more then Perseus loved Andromeda." Logan's eyes were shining with unshed tears, he lightly squeezed Janus' hands. "I love you Janus and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

The officiant nodded, then he turned to Janus. "Please speak your vows."

Janus drew a shaky breath before speaking.

"Logan, I honestly don't remember when we met. You were my only constant, the unchanging variable that I could always fall back on. You were always there for me and I want to always be there for you.

I love you more then anything Logan. The way you light up when a new documentary comes out, drives butterflies to my stomach. When you laugh, I get lightheaded. When you smile, I get bolts of electricity to my heart. When you take me to the imagination for a date among the stars, I get so love drunk that things get dizzy. When you took me to our favourite place and got on one knee, I cried tears of joy.

There is nothing that I don't love about you. I've always found honest words hard to process. But believe me when I say that I've said no lies to you. You are the one person I will never lie to. I love you more then Andromeda loved Perseus," Janus looked up at Logan. The height difference apparent, but he smiled like he never smiled before. "I love you Logan. And I cannot wait to call you my husband."

The two sides gave eachother looked at eachother with pure adoration and love.

"Please put these rings on eachother."

They could hear Patton's loud sobs in the background as they slipped on the rings.

The officiant smiled wide, "I now pronounce you, Husband and Husband! You may now kiss your groom!"

They flew together like magnets. Logan grabbed the side of Janus' face to pull him closer, the earthy smell of cloves and plums filling his senses. Janus held Logan's arms and pulled him towards him. The kiss was far from chaste, but they pulled apart not long after to be met with......

"NOW YOU GOTTA STRIP AND FU-- OW ROMAN!!"

"NOT AT THE WEDDING YOU BABOON!"

The twins were a very chaotic bunch...

The wedding continued perfectly as planned. Then it came to the father-son dances.

Virgil as Janus were doing well. Virgil was giving Janus his best wishes and telling him how proud he was if him.

Patton and Logan??

Patton always cries at wedding to say the least...

Then it was their turn to dance.

Logan took his husbands hand and led him to the dance floor. It was lit by only fairy lights and the extra bright stars. They twirled and spinned and danced like they was only the two there.

The two battled for the lead before Logan won. Hand now in the swell of Janus' back and leading him in a very elaborate ballroom dance. Janus' scales glowing a bright yellow. Even over the music you could hear their laughter.

Patton and Virgil stood on the sidelines. Watching as their children had their fun. Virgil hummed slightly, "you owe me twenty bucks Patt."

Patton was very confused, he hadn't made any new bets recently or borrowed any money. "Why is that kiddo?"

Virgil turned and looked at Patton, "Ten years ago, you bet me that Lo and Jan would never get married. You owe me a twenty."

Patton grumbled slightly as he pulled a bill from his jacket pocket and handed it over. "This is the best bet I've ever lost then."

Virgil laughed, purple beginning to dust under his eyes. "You got that right," He took two glasses of champagne from the waiters walking by, "To our beloved children?"

Patton took the glass and raised it with Virgil. "To our beloved children." they then took a long sip and continued to watch as the couple danced.

The stars shining above, the moon full. They loved eachother more then Perseus and Andromeda.

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I. REGRET. NOTHING!!!

I also have 0 self control soo

The charcters are very ooc... But I don't overly care.

💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛

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wlntrsldler · 5 years ago

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Shawarmas (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

The first time Bucky saw Y/N was at the Shawarma place that Tony loved so much. He sat sandwiched between Thor and Steve, laughing carelessly at the jokes that Sam told. The team took over the small restaurant, barely having enough space to walk around without bumping shoulders.

You were working the register, your hair restrained under your hairnet and that God-awful yellow visor that they made you wear as your company uniform. Bucky had a full view of you, smiling to yourself once you overheard the conversations the team was having. You chuckled to yourself softly, not wanting to be seen eavesdropping on the team, but Bucky noticed.

He wanted nothing else but to introduce himself and talk to you but he had forgotten how to talk to women, being frozen for over 70 years and all.

Next time, he thought to himself. He knew there was bound to be one. Tony loved this place, after all.

Bucky was starting to raise suspicion from the team. Every time someone mentioned wanting to go get something to eat, Bucky would perk up and suggest the Shawarma place. It worked the first two times, for the most part, and he was so excited to see you again.

The first time was a Monday night. Steve, Nat and himself had finished a day-long training to make sure they weren’t getting rusty, a comment that Nat took to offense and brutally took apart the electronic dummy that Tony sent off to train them. Needless to say, Tony didn’t appreciate it and vowed to never suggest that Nat was getting rusty ever again.

Bucky was the first one in the car and the first one out once Steve put the car in park at the shop’s parking lot. He smiled at the familiar neon sign outside of the restaurant, not wanting to wait another second to see you again. Once he entered, his smile faded when he realized you weren’t working that night. The man behind the register was not nearly as beautiful as you with his greasy hair, patchy beard, and what seemed like a toupee clipped on the company visor.

“Geez, Bucky.” Steve laughed once he entered the establishment. “Didn’t know you liked Shawarma this much.”

“Yeah, right.” Bucky mumbled, trying not to show his disappointment as he fell in line behind the last customer. Bucky, Nat and Steve got their food to-go, Bucky’s request, and ate on the way back home.

The second time was after a successful mission. The whole team was bruised, tired, and most of all, hungry. Tony suggested that they just get food instead of trying to cook. The team agreed, wanting nothing else but to fill their stomachs with food that didn’t come from the pre-packaged meals in the ship.

“How does Shawarma sound?” Bucky asked, apprehensively.

The first person to be suspicious was Steve. He looked at Bucky with a cocked eyebrow, knowing that they just got Shawarma with Nat, who was assigned to a different mission and therefore was not with the group, two days ago. Bucky flashed him a shy smile, shrugging shoulders, as if saying, “What? I just like Shawarma.” Steve let it go and chimed in, “I’m okay with that.”

Tony patted Bucky’s back, “Good call, Old guy.”

“So, should we start heading out?” Bucky jumped up, his body suddenly feeling a burst of energy. “Which cars should we ta-”

“No need,” Tony yelled from across the room. “They deliver.”

Everyone else was too tired to notice Bucky’s sigh of disappointment, except for Steve.

Bucky realized that if he mentioned the Shawarma place you worked at one more time, the team would personally chip in and buy him his own DIY-at-home Shawarma maker just to get him to finally shut up about Shawarma. Even Tony, the original lover of Shawarma, was getting tired of Bucky mentioning it.

He decided that he would go in the shop, alone, to save himself the embarrassment of confessing his little crush on the cashier. Bucky took a deep breath and readjusted the cap he was wearing over his freshly cut hair before he entered the shop. He wasn’t used to having hair so short. It reminded him of his hair back in the 40′s.

His heart stopped when he saw you, smiling graciously at the middle-aged woman who was reciting her order. Even under the shade of the visor, you seemed to glow. You hair was down, no hairnet in sight. He saw just how long it was, going past your elbows. He saw that you had two ear piercings on one ear and only one on the other. Bucky also saw that you had a tattoo above your ear, right before where your hair grew. He was so enchanted by your presence that he didn’t even notice that he was the next person.

“Hey, dude,” the man behind him tapped his shoulder. Bucky turned around, a bit irritated that he would interrupt the trance that he was in. “She’s been calling you for like three minutes now.”

Bucky’s cheeks reddened, mumbling an incoherent, “Sorry.” He walked up to the register to be greeted by your smiling face.

“What can I get you today?”

Bucky had never been that close to you and his heart started beating a million times a minute because of it. He stumbled over his words when ordering his usual, mentally scolding himself for being so nervous. He thought he made an absolute fool of himself in front of you. If he couldn’t even tell you his order, how was he supposed to strike a conversation with you that went beyond wanting a large Dr. Pepper with his order?

Bucky felt like he blew his only chance with you. Because who would really want to give a chance to the blubbering man who couldn’t even say his order properly?

He stopped bringing up the Shawarma place to the team, not wanting to go back and embarrass himself in front of you for the second time. It had been a week since that last encounter but it was still fresh in his mind.

Tony was throwing a birthday party for Bucky that night, despite Bucky’s protests that everyone he knew was either dead or about to be dead, with the exception of Steve. Tony dismissed his concerns and reassured Bucky that his party will be grand. Knowing that no amount of complaints will ever stop a Stark party, Bucky just put on his best suit and the “Birthday Boy” sash that Tony insisted he wore.

“So as everyone knows,” Tony spoke into the microphone, catching everyone’s attention. “Today is Mr. Bucky Barnes’s birthday and to celebrate that, I decided to get our favorite place to cater tonight’s event. Shawarmas for everyone!”

Bucky’s eyes widened as he saw the Shawarmas being wheeled into the compound. He was torn; He wanted to see you but at the same time he wished that you weren’t working his party, especially because he was turning a hundred-something years old. And if his moment of foolishness and absolute awkwardness wasn’t enough to turn you off, he was certain his age would be the last straw.

“She’s here, you know.”

Bucky jumped at the sound of Steve’s voice. He blushed, “What are you talking about?”

Steve chuckled, placing a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, “Pal, you know I’m not stupid, right?”

He groaned, realizing that Steve caught on to his little crush on you. “I don’t know how to talk to her.”

“That doesn’t sound like the Bucky that I know.” Steve stated. “Bucky, take a deep breath and just talk to her. She won’t bite.”

Bucky nodded, knowing that Steve was right and started making his way over to you. I can do this, he repeated to himself.

“Hi.”

You looked up from your station to see a nervous Bucky, fidgeting with his fingers and giving dry laughs to fill the silence between you two. “Hi, what can I get you?”

“My name is Bucky.” He blurted out. That wasn’t the answer she was looking for, dumbass, the voice in his head hissed. “What’s yours?”

“Y/N.” You smiled. “Nice sash, birthday boy.”

Bucky had completely forgotten the embarrassing sash he sported, complete with goofy pictures of the Avengers and himself surrounding the words “Birthday Boy.” He wanted to kill Tony for that. “Thanks.”

“You like Shawarmas a lot, don’t you?” You laughed, starting to create his usual order.

Bucky’s eyebrows raised in surprise as he watched you prepare the order he always gets, “You remember my order.”

“You’re a bit hard to forget.”

Bucky’s heart swelled at your words but then realized he had a metal arm. Of course he would be hard to forget.

“Yeah,” He continued. “The arm is hard not to notice.”

“Not talking about the arm but you have a point.” You responded, sliding the plate towards him.

“What were you talking about?”

You blushed, debating if you should flirt with him. What’s the worse that can happen? “You have the nicest eyes I’ve ever seen. It’s hard to forget that.”

Now it was Bucky’s turn to blush. Had it been 1940 all over again, he would’ve maintained his composure and swept you off your feet with a subtle, yet corny, response. But his mind went blank. All he could do was utter a broken, “Thank you.”

By the end of the night, you had accepted that you misread Bucky’s signs. He was indeed interested in the Shawarma and not you. After you complimented his eyes, he walked away after muttering a “thank you” and didn’t speak to you for the rest of the night. You kept your head down, too embarrassed to look up, in fear that he would be looking right at you, laughing at your attempt to flirt with him.

Bucky was cursing himself for not making his move. He had the perfect window to. He watched the guests leave the party and slowly but surely, the Shawarmas were being finished.

By 11PM, you and your co-workers started packing up, getting ready to leave. Bucky watched as you started to take apart the equipment, panicking because he knew this was the last chance he could have. He knew he couldn’t face you outside of the party, not after two failed attempts.

He took the last sip of his drink and made his way over to you. “Y/N!”

You looked back and saw Bucky, reaching out for you. You turned to your co-workers, “I gotta take care of something. I’ll meet you in the truck.”

Bucky stopped in front of you. This is it, Barnes, make it count. “Would you like to go out and get some food with me?”

It took you by surprise. You didn’t expect him to ask you out, especially after he walked away from your attempt to flirt. You watched his eyes shift from your face to his feet, worried glances, thinking that you would reject him. You couldn’t help but get lost in the blue of his eyes. You meant it when you said he had the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen.

It took you all your might to not melt when he was staring at you at your job a week ago. His small smile as he stared at you, lips slightly parted, chest rising up and down, slowly, and his metal fingers toying with the hem of his t-shirt. He was a sight to see.

“Y-you don’t have to say yes.”

You didn’t realize how long you were enchanted by his eyes until he spoke up again. “What? Huh?”

“I said you don’t have to say yes, YN.” He sounded defeated.

“No, no.” You shook your head and watched his face drop with even more discouragement. Your eyes grew wide once you realized what you said. “No! I mean, yes, I would love to go out to get food with you.”

You saw him sigh in relief, “Oh thank God.”

You reached for the pen in your pocket and grabbed his human arm, scribbling down your phone number. “Call me, yeah?”

Bucky gave you a small nod and watched you wave goodbye before you joined the rest of your co-workers.

Fuck, Bucky thought. Where the hell am I supposed to take her if the only place I go to is the one she works at?

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mugiwara-rosewolf · 4 years ago

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Hiiii💚hope ur have a good day/night if it not to much to ask can i have Zoro with a female reader who to shy to confess her feeling for him. You could end it anyway u want 💚

Hello Anon! I loved the concept you sent me, but it turned out a *little* different than I anticipated. If this isn’t what you were hoping for, feel free to Bop me in the DM’s and I’ll try again. Hope you enjoy!

Timid Confession

Zoro x Shy!Reader

6 Romantic Do’s and Don’ts--Swordsman Edition

(Warning: mild cursing. Stupid pirates.)

There comes a time, when every soul on Earth must be open and unbearably honest with another. A time when you must expose yourself. A time where you must open the ribcage of your chest to reveal the butterflies in your stomach, the fluttering of your heartbeat, and the way your breath hitches when a certain silhouette walks by. There comes a time when you have no choice but to lay your life--mind, body and soul--on the line and take a risk. In theory, this is something you know quite well. As a warrior of the Straw hat crew, this willingness to put everything at risk for your dreams is an everyday reality. But what about when that risk is a person? Surely the basic gist is still the same...right?

Wrong. Johnny and Yosaku used to laugh about this a lot--to your face--about how you are an absolute disaster outside of battle. The stoic, competent warrior shown on your bounty poster would vaporize as soon as you sheath your sword. Otherwise, you were a bashful, stumbling mess. And once a certain moss-haired hunter joined the crew...you were finished. With the flash of his sword, he caught your attention. With his wicked-sharp slit of a smile, he punctured the deepest parts of you. Your fate was sealed. Roronoa Zoro would be the death of you.

Everyone seemed to know what this strange phenomenon was, but to you, it was a goddamned mystery. It was a miracle that you were ever able to speak more than a dozen words to him on any given day. When your paths diverged for the first time, it was almost a relief. But from then on, there was always a gap in your plans. An empty bunk on your ship that used to be filled with snores at the most random hours. Your chest always ached at the memory.

It was in that space of absence that you realized--you loved him. The thought alone was enough to turn your whole world turned topsy-turvy. Then the Baratie happened. Then Mihawk, then Arlong and then--this peculiar straw-hat pirate, this boy that Zoro had sworn his fealty to--invites you along on his grand adventure. After all the things you’d seen and done, seeing the anticipation glistening in Roronoa’s eyes...how could you say no?

Life since then has been the wildest ride you could ever dream of. Marines, mercenaries, Giant whales and dinosaurs--it’s like something out of a fairy tale. And during all that time, one thing hasn’t changed. Zoro. Your heart pounds in your chest when you hear his footfalls approaching. Butterflies swim up to your throat every time you hear his voice. butterflies in your stomach. Your breath hitches, just from the way he looks at you. There were so many nights, hunkered down with Johnny and Yosaku in some tavern somewhere, where you wondered what you would say to him. To Zoro, if your paths ever crossed again.

Now here you are, reunited, chasing your dreams together. And yet you still can’t speak, let alone freaking breath in his presence. It was a nightmare. Stuttering every line, palms sweating, knees trembling, face catching fire--every possible symptom under the sun now seemed to increase ten-fold. How the heck were you supposed to genuinely bond with the man you loved when you could barely talk?

Nami was the first to catch on. Of course, she was. Her suggestion was to trick him into confessing his feelings for you. The moment she said the words you just stared at her. You swore right then and there this lady was crazy. Like, ‘dingo ate my baby’ crazy. There was no way in any of the Blues that Zoro had feelings for you. How could he? Every interaction was stilted and awkward. The only reason you two fought well together was that you’d done it before. God, how you’d missed it, in the time he’d been away. You quickly shook yourself free of the thought.

“Z-Zoro doesn’t work like that,” you’d told her. “Anything underhanded is either--is either gonna fly over his head or piss him off. I-I can’t, I can’t do that…”

The second time was Chopper’s idea. He hadn’t meant to overhear, but his curious little ears were very sensitive and… “well, I want to help you and Zoro”.

Which--okay. Zoro and Chopper adore each other. The swordsman is always co concerned and gentle with the young doctor. But he never belittles your resident reindeer for his age or size. That was something you already admired about the elder swordsman. He maintained gratifying respect for everyone in the crew--even Sanji. Nevertheless. You found it very endearing that Copper wanted to help you confess your feelings. As you soon discovered, however...that sweet, innocent winter reindeer had no clue about human romance whatsoever.

“Well, that was a waste-a--”

“Wonderful lesson in reindeer culture!” You interjected. Cutting off the cat burglar before she could finish her sentence. “But, uh, m-maybe there are other ways I can go about...er, ya know.”

And so, Nami called in reinforcements. Usopp the Liar. The long-nosed sniper was dragged into the room by his ear. Nami recounted the situation as I hid my face in my hands. His eyes practically sparkled with excitement.

“Ooh! Okay! I have a great idea! How about I go up to Zoro and start bragging about you, ya know, all the awesome adventures you went on before you saw each other again. Then he’d know just how awesome you are and he’d have to ask you out. I mean, he’s already in lo--”

“L-loudly snoring in the galley, I’m sure,” you excused quickly, shaking your head. “But if you interrupt his nap, all he’s gonna do is skin you alive.” Ussop visibly paled at the matter-of-fact statement. “I don’t--I don’t want anyone else getting hurt on my behalf so let’s just--I’ll figure something else out.”

Leaving the little pow-wow below decks, you bump into none other than your beloved’s worst enemy--Sanji, the ‘Ero-Cook’. “Ah, Y/N!” He cried in jubilation.

“Sanji!” You squeaked out. Your sudden alarm gave him pause.

“You look distressed, mademoiselle,” The observation alone was enough to turn his expression into a stormcloud incarnate. “If that damned Marimo broke your heart, I swear--”

“N-n-n-n-no!” You hurried to reassure him, waving your hand before Sanji could start kicking anything. “That’s not it at all! I mean, we were talking about--but he didn’t--I mean, he wasn’t even--” after so many fumbles you eventually just gave up, heaving a heavy sigh. “It’s nothing. I’m just bad at being brave.”

“I don’t believe it,” The cook’s immediate reply has you looking up at him in surprise. You saw him pull a cigarette from the pocket of his suit. “Not in a million years. You are one of the bravest angels sailing the seas, Y/N--whatever it is that scares you, they should be ten times more afraid.”

“You still talking about Zoro?”

“Damn right I am,” Sanji growled, his vitriol for Zoro overpowering his typical decorum. His lighter flickered to life as his eyes met yours. “It’s a gentleman’s job to court a lady, make her feel precious and desired. That brute can’t tell romance from a brick wall.”

“Whatchu talkin’ bout bricks for?” Another voice queried. Both you and Sanji turn. There, at the other end of the hall, is your captain. “Bricks got nothin’ to do with Zoro.”

“L-Luffy,” You stammered. “I thought you were at the figurehead, with Zoro?”

“I was, but then he decided to nap somewhere else. So I came here.” Luffy stated clearly, hands perched proudly on his hips. He looked between you and Sanji again, still curious. “So, why you guys talking about Zoro and bricks?”

“Because that’s how dense he is,” Sanji retorted. “Moss-head can’t tell that our darling Y/N is head-over-heels for his dumbass.” a trail of smoke slithered from between his gritted teeth.

At the mention of your name, Luffy turned and cocked his head. “But your head is below your heels. Isn’t that how people work?”

“M-most of the time, yes,” Sanji let out a sigh and a low curse. You bit your lip a moment before electing to explain. “But that’s not--what he means is, er, that I....uh, oh how do I explain this? Um. I want to tell Zoro something. But I’m not sure how.”

Your captain stared blankly at you. As if you’d smacked yourself in the face with a plank of wood and he couldn’t sure why. “Why are you so scared?” He asked, point-blank. “Whatever’s the most you thing to do, do it that way. Don’t worry about anything else, Y/N.”

Both you and Sanji shared a glance. The cook’s narrowed eyes told you he was a little bit sceptical. But he shrugged. He knew better than to question your captain’s logic. You, on the other hand, felt as if the sky had suddenly opened up. The next time you looked back at Luffy, your smile was as bright as the midday sun. “I think...I think you got the right idea, Luffy. I’ll give it a shot!”

Walking past both young men, you found your way to one of Zoro’s favourite napping places. Nami’s orchard. When you find him there, time seems to pause for a moment. The wash of the waves against the ship, the scent of the sun and the salt of the sea. That tang of citrus and those bright spots of colour in the trees--all those things seem hushed now. All you see is that head of mossy green hair and the entrancing rise-and-fall of his breath. You found a rake near Usopp’s garden boxes. It was like you had told the sniper earlier. If you prod a sleeping swordsman, you’ll get skinned alive. That is if you stand within swords-length.

Blades of grass softly crunch under your shoes as you tip-toe your way to the tree where Zoro is resting. When you’re close enough to reach, you turn the rake over in your hand; electing to poke him with the wooden tip instead of the metal points. If he felt the metal he might mistake it for a weapon and a genuine threat. Goodness knows you and your old bounty-hunting crew had plenty of threats to your sleep over the years.

One poke. No response. Two pokes. A groan and a slight shift. Then the snoring returns. You poke him three times; poke-poke-poke. He groans and shifts, his brow furrowing at the disturbance. But he still doesn’t open his eyes. You huffed to yourself. You really thought the three-pokes would work. Three was Zoro’s favourite number, after all. Patience fizzling along with your nerve, you finally jab him in the side.

“Zoro!”

The swordsman jolts awake. He looks up, seeing the broomstick near his shoulder, and traces it to you. “Why are you poking me with a rake?”

The moment his eyes land on you, all your fizzling patience and brazen nerve seem to vanish into the air. Butterflies surge from your stomach in a tidal wave, suddenly clogging up your throat. Your heartbeat jolts in speed at the sudden onslaught. The rake clatters from your hands as you flounder in embarrassment. “T-to, to avoid being fileted by a grumpy swordsman.”

Zoro huffed. “Put that thing away,” You hurry to do so. It is a vain hope that you might beagle to drain the warm flush from your face by the time you return. All the while, your fellow swordsman scrubs the sleep from his face with one hand. “Why’d you wake me up?”

“I-I, I wanna talk to you.” You abruptly drop yourself into the grass beside him. Standing above him in this orange grove somehow made you feel weird. If you were gonna have this conversation, you felt you needed to be on the same level.

“Okay, then talk.”

“Er, okay. So…Zoro, I-I mean I’ve been meaning to tell you that I--” you hesitate. But this time you swallow the lump in your throat, summon your courage--and expose your beating heart. “--I love you.”

Zoro is silent for a long moment. His eyes never waver from where you now sit beside him. Swords propped on his other side, he has his arms wrapped around his knees. Ever since he woke up, his expression hasn’t changed. He just looks at you, plain and straightforward as can be when he says; “Okay.”

You splutter. The single word response is nearly enough to throw you into conniptions. “Wha-what do you mean just, ‘okay’? I’ve been agonizing over how to tell you how I feel for-for ages! And all you have to say is ‘okay’?!”

The swordsman snorted. “Like words are the only thing that matters. Your actions speak for you, Y/N. I thought my actions made it clear that I--”

“...You what?” You blink, watching the spark of a blush rush vividly across the swordsman's’ cheeks.

“I-I love you, dammit! There. You happy now?”

The instant those words reached your ears, your smile bloomed like a sunflower. After all the ideas and voices and fears you’d heard today, you could hardly believe it--they were right! After all the years preparing for this moment, you could finally look someone in the eye and speak your truth. “I couldn’t be happier.”

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bexterbex · 5 years ago

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 68

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother, but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren, A character shamelessly based on Zelda

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 68: Mustafar

The next day Hux had arranged a transport ship to bring you down to the surface. You had ordered no more ships full of ‘troopers to be sent down to Mustafar until you had arrived. You were being guarded by Trudgen, Kuruk, and Captain Phasma. Hux and Mitaka were also escorting you along with a handful of other officers and ‘troopers. You could see the worry on Hux and Mitaka’s faces as you approached the surface. Both of them had their standard-issue blasters equipped to their belts.

You waited as the ship landed, all eyes were on the exiting ramp as it lowered. The surface of the planet was much different than you expected. The air was heavy with a volcanic smell, the trees in the forest looked scorched. Desolate is how you would describe the planet to which your wedding was to be held. You followed the knights out of the ship, Phasma directly to your side and the rest of your company following. You did your best to show no fear, your head held high, your shoulders and back straight. You were not to be messed with.

The Alazemac approached with their guns, spears, axes, and bows. Yelling words that you did not understand. But they halted when they saw the knights. You could hear them speak to one and other as they pointed to Trudgen and Kuruk’s helmets.

You turned around to ask one of the officers behind you, “Is there anyone that speaks their language?” You wanted to know what they were saying. You were hoping that the similarities between the knights and Kylo were working in your favor at the moment.

“The translator droid does.” It stepped forward. You watched as the Alazemac regarded it in a rather hostile manner. You weren’t sure if they were used to any technology of this sort.

“Can you tell me what they are saying,” you asked the rather robotic humanoid droid. You had sort of wished whoever designed it had left the eyepieces out, as they looked rather soulless.

“They seemed to be debating on whether or not the Knights of Ren’s helmets are related to that of Lord Vader’s,” said the robotic voice of the droid.

One of them seemed to hear the word Vader as they all began to shout his name. You didn’t know whether or not to be excited or scared. You hoped the shouting was a good thing.

“Can you tell them that the grandson of Lord Vader wishes to use the castle?” You really hoped they believed you. Hoping that the knights’ helmets would be just enough to convince them. You really didn’t want an all-out war.

You heard them exchange conversation, the droid turned back to you. “They have agreed.” You could see silence fall over the cultists.

“Tell them thank you,” you knew you needed to be polite. Basically, it was rule number one in all of your training thus far.

“They do not have a word or phrase for thank you, Lady Ren,” responded the droid with a cocked head. For the first time, you honestly thought it could actually think and not just compute.

“Then tell them Lord Vader would be pleased, at their allowance for us to use the castle.” You hoped this would translate well, it wasn’t a thank you per se but it should be good enough. Kylo and the knights usually failed to have proper manners, but you were supposed to be a lady. So you needed to have good enough manners for the both of you.

The droid translated what you said, and you could hear excited chatter from the cultists who ushered you towards the castle in the distance. You were thankful that Adlez picked out a comfortable pair of boots for this visit.

The castle was a large structure that seemed to pierce the sky with its height. It sort of reminded you of something out of a fantasy novel, like Lord of the Rings. But not something the elves or humans would live out of, rather something Sauron would. You approached a river of lava by the entrance. Now you were starting to understand Kylo’s design and fashion influence.

While it was full of symmetry, and clean sharp lines it was dilapidated. Upon entering the ruins of the castle, you felt eerily alone even though you were surrounded by many other people. The heaviness and stillness of the air added to the wariness you felt. Something about this castle felt as if there was more here than just a building.

You watched as Trudgen, and Kuruk seemed to share some sort of silent communication with each other.

“Do you feel it too,” you asked them.

“You feel it? I thought you lacked Force sensitivity,” responded Kuruk, his distorted voice echoing in the large silent chamber. No one had said anything since entering the castle, as if too afraid to disturb what might be there.

“I don’t have the Force, or at least the doctor seems to think so, and the Supreme Leader has yet to say something about it. But I feel…. a heavy darkness in the corners of the castle, but a blanket covering it? And under us is something I do not want to visit.” Something dark seemed to, for a lack of a better word, live under the castle. Something you were afraid of. You could feel the rational part of your brain get worried.

“This place is full of the Force,” responded Trudgen.

“Built using ancient Sith architecture directly over an ancient Sith cave. This place is also filled with Darth Vader’s energy. What you are feeling is the Force. And purely the dark side of the Force,” said Kuruk.

You stepped around some fallen stone as you made your way to the main room that overlooked Mustafar. “The dark side of the Force? The Sith?” You had a million questions stirring in your mind. “It would probably be best if the boss answered those questions. In his next call to you, you should ask,” said Trudgen.

You looked around the room you were in; it felt open but yet closed off from the rest of the galaxy. “This is where the ceremony will take place. I want what can be repaired to be repaired.” You turned to the other officers who seemed to not want to enter the room as far as you did. You then spoke directly to the translator droid. “Let the Alazmac know that we will have ships and technicians brought down to the surface to repair the castle. We want to help restore it, to fulfill Lord Vader’s legacy.”

You then turned back to the large window, gazing at the firey burning planet that you would have to be married on. The lines of lava reminded you of the red lines marring Kylo’s mask. This felt in many ways like it was the place Kylo was meant to be. Not somewhere else in the galaxy fighting for who knows what, but here. You wondered if this was the place that you would eventually rule from, or if he would still choose the Supremacy. But this still didn’t feel like the place in your dreams. No, that place was different. It had a throne, an ancient one. Here it felt too new.

Hux approached you, “M’lady I’ve received a message from the Supreme Leader.” He held out his comlink, and you heard a recording of Kylo’s voice. “The scavenger is dead.”

Your heart stopped for a moment. He was doing it, he was actually killing Ben Solo. His mother would be next. You felt frozen in time, your ears rang before Hux spoke again.

“He also sent word that there will be a transmission of the battle being sent out during the monthly address tomorrow. The one you were supposed to hold together. He wants you to lead it.” The numbness of static was felt all over your body. You were going to have to lead without him, without his help. Your hands started to shake.

“Do not worry, m’lady. Myself and Hux will help you. You are also able to rely on proper staff now. All you should have to do is really introduce the transmission and to conclude it,” said Phasma reassuringly.

For a moment you were jealous of her and the knights. They could hide behind masks. They did not have to mask their emotions on their faces. They had anonymity when they wore them, even if they were recognizable with their armor and helmets. You were vulnerable, and now really for the first time without Kylo by your side.

You didn’t fully register your thank you to her in your mind, but it escaped your mouth, anyway. Your body working on autopilot as you made your way out of the castle and back to the transport shuttle. You hoped Kylo would call you again tonight. You needed him, and you hoped that he could feel that wherever he was in the galaxy.

You disembarked the transport shuttle in the main hanger; you hadn’t said a word to anyone on your ascension back up to the Supremacy. Your mind was going a million miles per hour, and it was completely empty at the same time. You calmly made your way back to your chambers, still running on autopilot, not speaking to or addressing anyone. You entered your chambers where you were greeted by the rest of your staff and your ladies-in-waiting, “Out.” You gave a simple command. As much as you probably needed to prepare for tomorrow, you needed to be alone right now.

You were by yourself for no more than a few minutes before you received a holocall from Kylo. You watched as his disheveled image appeared in front of you.

“You’re hurt.” There were a few new gashes littering his face, and from what you could see another on his arm, and what appeared to be a hole in his side.

“I am fine.” His voice was gruff and abrupt. On closer inspection of his image, you could see that they were mostly just angry reds and pinks and not actively bleeding. “She is dead.”

You quickly blinked twice before responding, “Yes. Hux delivered the news to me.”

“Good. How are the preparations coming along?” His voice was rather monotone. His eyes now seemed as cold and hard as steel.

You knew this was probably not the best time to test his anger, “Good. I visited the surface and negotiated with the Alazemac. Repairs should be underway for the castle itself. I have a fitting tomorrow. Everything seems to be coming along.”

“Good.” He just seemed to stare at you, you didn’t know if you should end the call.

“Can you explain to me briefly what the dark side of the Force is and who the Sith are?” You didn’t know if he was in the mood to answer these questions, but you needed to know. At least you weren’t accusing him of not proposing to you.

“The force has three sides, the light, the dark, and the grey. The light side is aligned with calmness and is used for knowledge and defense. The dark side is aligned with passion and is used for strength, power, victory, and above all else freedom. The grey is a mix of the two, a balance. The Sith were the opposite of the Jedi. The Jedi used the light side of the Force whereas the Sith used the dark side.”

“So does the Force have a mind of its own or can you like fully control it?”

“No, I manipulate it, sometimes I let it into my desires when it touches you as it does, that’s me. Usually, I am wanting to do what it’s doing while doing what I am doing.”

“So in my brain, the wanting to take over?” “That wasn’t something I was fully in control of. As the doctor said he believes we are too compatible and so the me that was in you, wanted to replace you. I do admit that I may have gotten carried away exploring your mind. In many ways it is the most intimate thing I can do to you, caress your mind with mine. I want to fill you with myself completely. Once I am done with my task, we can scour the galaxy for ancient texts to see if we can heal you, or strengthen you. So when we would like to be truly as intimate as can be—we can.”

This was the first time in your conversation that it seemed that he had any emotion at all. Only when he was speaking about you. Your eyes softened towards him, you watched as his body relaxed. You wished he was here with you, every particle in your very being craved his presence.

“When do you think you will be home,” you knew you probably wouldn’t get the answer you wanted to hear, but you desperately wanted him home.

“I will be meeting with my mother in two days’ time. She has agreed to surrender herself to me. After that, I will return to you, Kitten. And there shall be nothing that can separate us ever again.” His body hunched forward, closer to you. Oh, how you wished you could kiss his lips, draw him in close, and never let him leave your side.

“I wish you could be with me tomorrow, but I know that you have your duty and that I have mine. But I miss you so much,” a tear made its way down your cheek. Your heart threatening to make you release your ocean.

His voice softened considerably, “Do not cry Kitten, I shall be back to you in three days time. And then you shall be Empress. We will be together for eternity.” You could hear the emotion in his voice, almost as if he was holding back his own tears. His face seemed to reflect this too, and he swallowed back his emotions.

“I should let you go, you need to rest. And you need to follow my orders of coming back to me in one piece.” You wiped another tear that escaped.

You saw him smirk and heard a deep chuckle escape his wide chest. “I shall do that. I need to look my best for my wedding. But you should rest as well, Kitten. I shall see you soon.” And the call ended. Once again you felt rather empty after his image disappeared. But he would be home soon, you would be with him soon.

You mustered all of your strength and energy and got up. You headed to the dressing room to check on your appearance before you called all the staff back in to plan tomorrow’s assembly. They were in your chambers in a matter of minutes along with the Allegiant General.

You paced up and down in front of them. Hands-on your hips as you were to on edge about, well, everything. You looked at Lieutenant Amala Graven.

“I need you to send a letter to the orphanage to set back the date of my appearance until after I become Empress.” You hated setting back the date, but there was no time now.

“Do we have any idea when that shall be,” asked Hux.

“The Supreme Leader informed me he believes he will be back in three days’ time. His mother will be handing herself over in two days.” You hoped this to be true, you loathed being apart from him now.

Graven pushed up her glasses before asking, “So the letter will state that you will arrange a visit after you are officially crowned Empress but I shall give no date as to when that shall be?”

“Yes,” you answered simply and continued pacing. “Now, what shall I say at the assembly?” You asked as a general question to them all.

“M’lady you have no need to worry,” reassured Captain Mitaka.

“Public speaking in front of billions of people isn’t exactly my forte.” And who’s strength was it, really? They weren’t in your shoes, they didn’t have this responsibility—you did.

“Would you like to watch that film again,” asked Hux. You knew he was the only one that had a similar experience to you. He has spoken in front of billions of people, but he was born for this. It was in his blood.

“No, I just need to feel prepared.” You felt as if watching the film might actually give you a stutter you didn’t have. And you wanted to avoid that as much as possible.

Night fell, and you felt better after planning everything with your staff. You let your ladies-in-waiting prepare you for bed as they helped do some preparations for tomorrow morning’s prep. Dr. Dabrini came to administer your nightly sleep medication.

“Doctor, is there anything you could give me to ease my anxiety about tomorrow’s assembly?” Nervous and anxious were understatements about how you felt.

“You shall do great tomorrow m’lady I know it, but I can arrange for an anti-anxiety pill with your breakfast tomorrow. But I do not suggest to make it a habit.” His calming voice and understanding eyes gave you a small comfort.

“I don’t want it to be one either, but with the Supreme Leader not being at my side, I feel more anxious than ever,” you confided.

“I understand. I will make the arrangement. I believe a droid should be responsible enough to deliver that medication.” He then left you alone to fall asleep. Thankful that the sleeping pill was so effective as you were sure that the butterflies in your stomach would have kept you up otherwise. Morning came quickly.

Adlez and Olivia-Rose rushed you into the bathroom first thing. Drawing a bath, giving you the works. You felt as soft and as new as a baby when you stepped into the dressing room to get ready. Adlez picked out the perfect dress. It reminded you of Kylo’s uniform and it was a comforting gesture. After all, you were supposed to be a united front for the First Order whether you were with each other or not.

As promised the doctor had sent a pill for you to take with breakfast, something to help calm you down. Your nerves were alive with electricity, your stomach churning so bad that you barely ate your breakfast. You hoped the medication would kick in soon.

You made your way down to the assembly hall, for the second time, but for the first time without Kylo. Trudgen and Kuruk stood before you in front of the double doors of the hall. Waiting for your command to enter. You sent your staff ahead of you. So now you were alone in the hall, with just them, but they were quiet guardian angels. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to reach out to Kylo. You knew it was impossible, but it made you feel better. “I’m ready.” The doors opened, as did your eyes. You followed your black guardian angels up to the stage. You could feel the anticipation of the room on your tongue. Everyone was on the edge of their seats.

This time the execution had already happened. And now you were to relay this information to them all. You received encouraging nods from the officers on stage. The knights fell back behind you, following you now, being imposing as you stepped up to the podium. All eyes were on you, and not just the ones in the room, but all across the galaxy.

Your voice rang out with confidence, “Yesterday the Supreme Leader won one of the most important battles in the history of the galaxy. A great feat was accomplished. We are currently winning our war against the impure New Republic and their trivial Resistance. He, being the gracious Supreme Leader that he is, has sent us a transmission of the battle that took place. You will now have the honor of watching him fight in battle, like the many great warriors of the Empire before him.”

You stepped back as the transmission played, being broadcasted to all corners of the galaxy. Before you all was the battle between Kylo and the scavenger Rey on what you assume to be the desert planet Pasaana.

You heard her voice first, “You don’t have to do this. I feel the conflict in you. It’s tearing you apart. Ben, I saw your future. Just the shape of it, but solid and clear. You will not bow before the dark side. You will turn. I’ll help you. I saw it.” Her blue lightsaber lit as she was meters apart from him, in a battle stance.

Kylo, sans helmet, let out a menacing laugh. “I saw something, too. Because of what I saw, I know when the moment comes, you will die. You will not stand by me. You are alone. I know what I have to do.” You watched as he ignited his lightsaber. Showing his monster to her, his beast.

She was holding back tears, “Ben.” But calling out the name of his weaker half only made him angrier

“Let the past die. I’ll kill it if I have to. That’s the only way to become what I am meant to be. It’s time to let old things die. Snoke, Skywalker. The Sith, the Jedi, the Rebels.... let it all die. I will rule with her and bring a new order to the galaxy.” He brought his arm up, taking aim at her as he spread his stance out, getting ready for the attack.

“Don’t do this, Ben. Please don’t go this way.” Her tears were free flowing now. He was breaking her heart.

“You know the truth. Say it. SAY IT! You have no place in this story. You come from nothing. You’re nothing. You mean nothing to me.” He was practically foaming at the mouth, his eyes wild with anger and destruction.

She let out a cry as he rushed forward. He dominated the battle, striking with such strength and ferocity that you had never seen. You thought his sparing with the knights was impressive, but it paled in comparison to the battle that was unfolding on screen. He was winning until a blaster shot from off-screen grazed his arm. For a split second, he looked back at the person who fired the shot, and while he was distracted she stabbed him with her saber.

You heard a massive gasp roll through the crowd if you didn’t know that Kylo was alright and if the medication wasn’t in your system, you would probably be sobbing at the sight.

You watched as his attention snapped back to her, seemingly unfazed at his own impalement. Between clenched teeth, you heard him say, “Wrong move,” as he sliced her in half with one swift swing of his arm. Her saber deactivating completely, leaving him with a clean, cauterized hole in his abdomen. You watched as he knelt down over her, clenching his wound. “Pathetic,” was the last thing he said before the transmission ended.

You stepped back up to the podium before your brain could fully register what you just saw. You simply said, “Long Live the Supreme Leader.”

A/N: So.... How are we all feeling? Let me know!

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codylabs · 4 years ago

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Having the Time of My Life Overanalyzing Voltron Science, A Visual Novel

The team’s little mantra in the original show was “ Activate interlock! Dynotherms connected! Infracells up! Mega thrusters are go! Let’s go Voltron Force!” And they said this each and every single time their 5 lions formed together into the combined robot.

In today’s essay I will be deeply examining and wildly speculating about what exactly interlocks, dynatherms, infracells, and mega thrusters are, why it’s entirely crucial that these 4 items be part of the Voltron preflight checklist, and explaining why (or at least inferring that) you should take it all seriously.

Interlock

The Interlock is easy. It’s probably whatever system is used to attach the 5 lions together. So what are they? Magnets? Docking rings like on spacecraft? Just mechanical latches? Hard to say. But something as simple as a mechanical latch isn’t something you’d have to ‘activate’ or actively call out during pre-flight, so I would suspect ‘interlock’ is likely a catch-all term for not only the mechanical attachments, but also the control circuit used to synchronize the computers onboard all 5 lions. It would be a complex integrated system within the black lion, which also explains why they refer to it in the singular instead of plural.

Without the interlock, Voltron would just be the 5 lion with their individual brains tied together like duct-taped dogs. The interlock synchronizes them into a common intelligence, under the direction of the centralized black lion.

I don’t know what the mechanical structure of the interlocks would be. Conventional material science would suggest that a robot as large as Voltron wouldn’t be able to even stand, let alone run and jump and fight, so even if we assume nearly-indestructible exotic alien materials, I think you would still want something more than hooks and pins to connect the various pieces together. It would be best if the actual structural elements could somehow fuse at the molecular level. Welding is the most obvious method for that, but there’s also Vaan-Der-Waals forces, which could bond together flat surfaces that could then be slid apart. And maybe if you had superconducting cables running between the elements and then ran a ton of current through them, then you could use magnetic binding? I’m not sure if that would work, but it sounds futuristic enough to be true. IDK.

Dynatherms

I can’t tell if this is ‘dynatherms’ or ‘dinotherms’, but the first sounds less prehistoric, so I’ll go with that. So it sounds like pieces of the words ‘dynamic’ and ‘thermal’ mashed together, which don’t really mean anything except in the context of thermodynamics, so.... What is this? A reactor? A steam engine?

Of all the various components this one puzzled me longest, but I think I’ve got it.

The dynatherms are the cooling system, meant to radiate away the massive amounts of heat its engines and motors would generate. Most spacecraft, heck most vehicles in general, have a system analogous to this. Here’s the one the ISS uses:

Voltron doesn’t have any weird extendo-wings like this, but it’s conceivable that they could be built directly into the outer layer of its armor. The black lion’s little red wings are likely a part of the system too. If you ask me, the surface area of its armor isn’t nearly enough to dissipate enough heat to keep a thing like this cool, but I think I can ignore that.

So anyway. At first this explanation doesn’t seem to fit, since they say ‘dynatherms connected’, not ‘coolant pumps started’ or ‘refrigerant levels maximum’ or something. You don’t ‘connect’ the heat radiators, they’re always connected. You just pump water through them. Right?

Wrong! Here’s my sufficiently futuristic explanation: Voltron’s cooling system doesn’t use coolant and pumps or any type of conventional refrigeration at all! Instead, the ‘dynatherms’ are a network of thermally superconductive cables connecting all its motors and engines to radiative armor panels on the exterior. Thermal superconductivity is a concept I learned from Star Wars and later found out is a real-ish thing. Basically any vibrations in any part of a thermally-superconductive material can frictionlessly travel to any other part of the material. Since temperature is based on vibrations, this means that if a hot thing touches one part of the material, everything else touching the material can instantly feel that heat, and even dissipate that heat. You can think of it as Marvel vibranium or as warmth communism.

Since there’s no fluid flow, the only way to control this cooling system or increase or decrease its dissipation is to connect and disconnect individual cables. Hence why they would have to connect the dynatherms before forming Voltron; combat in combined robot mode is one of the most taxing conditions of the machine’s operation, so they need all the cooling they can get.

Infracells

Now HERE’S where it starts to get interesting. ‘Infra’ roughly means ‘below’. To take the most common example, take ‘infrared’ light, that is, light existing at frequencies lower red light, which is itself the lowest frequency in the visible spectrum. Infrared is invisible, so the only way to describe its color is ‘somewhere below red’.

So as far as I can tell, ‘infracells’ could mean one of three things. They could be some kind of infrared light sensors, like FLIR imagers used for night vision and targeting on modern military equipment (which I consider unlikely, since that’s not the type of thing you would specifically call out during the preflight, or something intrinsically useful to the Voltron assembly process.) Or it could be an armor layer consisting of some kind of cells literally ‘below’ the rest of the armor (which I also consider unlikely, because why would that be important to the Voltron assembly either? You wouldn’t need to even worry about it until you take damage to the outer armor layer, right?) Or, finally and most interestingly, it could have something to do with lower frequencies or lower speeds in general.

Here’s my theory:

The infracells cause time itself to run differently. You all saw the movie Interstellar, where time aboard the spacecraft passed slower for the crew whenever they were inside powerful gravity wells. If you had high buildups of negative energy within cells inside Voltron, it would produce the opposite effect, causing time to move faster inside the cells than outside. Anything inside would experience the rest of the universe in slower motion, meaning lower acceleration, lower forces, and lower stress.

Therefore, if such ‘infracells’ were installed around Voltron’s skeletal frame and motors, it may explain the machine’s great strength and indestructibility. And it would make sense that this would be the type of thing they would call out during the pre-flight, as even one down infracell could spell disaster once that section of the frame is attempting to support the entire weight of the robot; it would buckle and break. Every infracell needs to be up before forming Voltron.

Mega thrusters

Now, this just sounds silly. They’re likely the engines that Voltron uses to fly, but the show creators put ‘mega’ in front of the name to sound cool. Might as well call them ‘super rockets’ or ‘the ultra drive’, right? But mega is an interesting word, as it’s actually a scientific term in the metric system meaning to multiply by a million. Like a kilometer is a thousand meters and a kilogram is a thousand grams, a megameter is a million meters, and a megagram is a 1000 kilograms. You may have heard of ‘megaton’ when referring to nuclear explosives; a three-megaton bomb is a bomb with the explosive yield equivalent to three million tons of TNT. A lot.

So, uh,

Why would you call a thruster a ‘mega thruster’, then?

Well, I know approximately jack-diddly about the original show, but I know that in the newer show, most large spacecraft in the universe get their energy not from nuclear reactors or solar cells, but rather from Balmeran crystals. The crystals are able to produce apparently infinite energy so long as you don’t damage them or overtax them. I don’t know where the crystals get their infinite energy, but that’s not what I’m here to speculate about, so I’ll just treat that as one of the universe’s rules, like bending in Avatar.

So! How do you set that up to make an engine? Well, infinite power is good! Higher power to the engine means hotter, faster exhaust, and hotter, faster exhaust means higher fuel efficiency and higher thrust. So the question becomes, how do you get the most power in the safest and most efficient way possible?

For the sake of some rules, let’s say that you need to give the crystals a little bit of stimulating energy to make them produce energy. That seems fair, I think. Let’s say they produce 5 times the energy they absorb.

So you give a crystal 1 watt, you get 5. That’s great; that means if we need 50 billion watts to run the thruster, we just need to get a big crystal, and feed it 10 billion watts. However! Where do we get that initial 10 billion watts? Well we could just take a portion of the crystal’s own output and cycle it back around to the input, but that’s a dangerous game to play, since if the percentage you cycle around is even slightly more than 20%, you could create a “positive feedback loop” where more input means more output, which leads to greater input which leads to even greater output, and so on and so on until the crystal breaks or the ship blows up or something generally unfavorable happens. This is approximately the experience of the people at Chernobyl, and is not recommended.

So instead of having crystals feed themselves, you’d instead want them to be fed exclusively by an external source, like a battery or an entirely separate smaller crystal. So the initial crystal would feed larger ones, which would feed larger ones, and so on, each stage in the chain becoming more powerful, but always stable and dependent on some initial external input, so as to never go out of control.

And now, I’m thinking it would be nice from an engineering perspective to have all the crystals together in one shielded location. And from a tactical perspective, it would be nice not to have a bunch of bulky, vulnerable, high-energy cables running around the entire vehicle. So, you would want as many crystal stages as possible in the places where the power is needed most. Namely, the engines.

Therefore, a big part of the engines would be made of armored shells to contain dozens of stacks of crystal beds. They would accept a small amount of power at the top, and multiply it internally to get enormous output at the bottom. Hence, ‘mega’ thruster. It multiplies input by a million.

Boom.

Done.

Headcanon deployed.

So now the next time you’re watching some stupid show and think that something doesn’t make sense, pause to consider that maybe you’re just not using enough imagination, or else I will be with you in spirit to wrong-shame you.

(If you use your imagination and it still doesn’t make sense, then don’t worry. This means that the show is trash and you are right.)

Now go to bed.

#Boom #Voltron #voltron: legendary defender #lion #fan theory #engineering #some cool food for thought #I don't even watch this show what am I doing

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jokertrap-ran · 4 years ago

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(未定事件簿) EVENT!「消失的黄金」 [Tears of Themis] EVENT: The Lost Gold Translations (Chapter 1-01: NXX Base)

*Tears of Themis Masterlist is under construction. *Spoiler free: Translations will remain under cut *The tracking tag for ALL Event Stories will go under: #Tears of an Event *(y/n) is your name when in direct referral; otherwise referred to as MC.

I was blindfolded as the sound of the engine finally stopped after having travelled on the sea for quite some time.

Staff Member: Participant No.131——Miss (Y/n), this will be your stop.

Staff Member: I'm going to be taking off your blindfold now.

MC: Oh...Okay.

I was instantly hit full-force by the dazzling sunlight.

MC: ......!

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Location: Beach

I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the light, vision clearing after a couple of seconds.

A salty sea breeze blew as palm trees swayed in the blue sky. The white bubbly waves of the sea chased the sand as the sea lapped at the beach, stretching out to form a curved coastline.

MC: (This Nosta Island that Lu Jinghe is hosting the event on is really breathtaking!)

I thought, as I carefully climbed down from the Motorboat, imprinting a couple of footprints down on the wet, fine sand.

The Staff Member that brought me here smiled at me.

Staff Member: I shall go first then. I wish you all the best for the "Deserted Island Treasure Hunt"!

MC: Yes, thank you.

The Staff waved at me before driving the Motorboat back to the Private Cruise Ship that sat waiting a distance away.

The "Deserted Island Treasure Hunt". The reason why I came to this Island was precisely because of this event being hosted by Lu Jinghe, himself.

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Location: NXX Base

Half a month ago, the NXX members and I conducted various discussions and deductions about the recent suspected cases, as per usual. During our break, Mo Yi spoke to Lu Jinghe.

Mo Yi: Give me an invitation to your Event next week.

Lu Jinghe: My Event next week?

Lu Jinghe: No. Why do I have to invite you?

Mo Yi: ......

The temperature in the Conference Room plummeted in an instant, at a rate that could be sensed. I looked around and saw both Zuo Ran and Xia Yan working on sorting through their documents, completely indifferent toward the situation that was unfolding before them.

MC: (Here they go again...They have to quarrel over a couple of lines every time they finish talking about business...)

MC: (Thank god Lawyer Zuo and Xia Yan aren't joining the "battle" this time round...)

I heard that people tend to be more polite when someone of the opposite sex is present while socializing... With that in mind, I tried interjecting between them.

MC: Dr. Mo, you want to participate in the "Deserted Island Treasure Hunt" event held next week, correct?

MC: And Lu Jinghe, I'm supposing this is also the event you've invited me to participate in yesterday?

Not long ago, major media and public journalists rushed to report that Lu Jinghe had spent an enormous sum of money to Renovate and prepare an entire island, as a holiday and entertainment destination. He had deliberately organized this "Deserted Island Treasure Hunt" for the sake of publicity and even invited many Treasure Hunters for this event.

All participants will receive a Treasure Map prepared by the Organizer at the start of the Event. And, the first person to solve the secret of the Treasure Map and finds the treasure will receive a 5 million bonus.

Lu Jinghe: Wait a——

Whatever he had wanted to say was cut off by Mo Yi's words as he spoke to me.

Mo Yi: He invited you to participate in the event?

MC: Urk...yes...?

MC: (Uh oh, looks like I said something I shouldn't have.)

Lu Jinghe invited me, but denied Mo Yi an Invitation. Now that he knows, wouldn't it only serve to make him even angrier?

MC: This is actually just a coincidence! I've just recently closed a case and wanted to go on holiday since I've got a couple of days off.

MC: We just happened to talk about this on-call yesterday and I ended up being invited.

Mo Yi: Is that so?

His smile only seemed to deepen.

MC: (Why do I feel like I'm making things worse the more I speak...?)

Lu Jinghe: Mo Yi, you're better off changing destinations if it's a Vacation you want.

Lu Jinghe: Outdoor Adventuring requires a large amount of physical exertion; it's something that doesn't suit you in the slightest.

Mo Yi: I have business there.

Lu Jinghe: Business? Find a better excuse if you're going to be making one.

Lu Jinghe: All the people participating in this "Deserted Island Treasure Hunt" are Treasure Hunters who have experience out in the Wilderness...

Lu Jinghe: Taking your physical fitness into account, do you wish to embrace the "Wilderness", or do you have a cause for "Adventure"?

Mo Yi: Don't bother. Entering the Island in the name of the event is only for convenience sake. Or...

Mo Yi: I could always just ask your father for one.

Lu Jinghe: ......

Lu Jinghe's face twisted uglily. Eventually, after glaring "venomously" at Mo Yi for a while, he conceded.

Lu Jinghe: Guess I can.

Lu Jinghe had only just finished speaking when I heard another voice call out from the side.

Xia Yan: Great, then how about you give me one too, while you're at it? This "Deserted Island Treasure Hunt" sounds fun.

I didn't know when Xia Yan had stopped reading through the information he was previously holding, but he walked up to me.

Xia Yan: Lu Jinghe, I assure you that I'm more than eligible to participate, given my abilities.

Lu Jinghe: Xia Yan, you're a Professional. Aren't you embarrassed to want to participate in an event "for normal folk"?

Lu Jinghe: Are you that lacking in cash?

Xia Yan: Rest assured; I'm only there for a vacation.

Xia Yan: About that Treasure Map you're preparing, I won't be going after the treasure even if I did figure it out.

Xia Yan: And it won't be for free, either. I can help you upgrade the Electronic Security System you have running for the event.

Xia Yan: Least it becomes like the Big Data Lab, easily by-passable and casually broken into by some mere kid out there.

Lu Jinghe: ......

Lu Jinghe wasn't able to formulate a reply before Zuo Ran walked over too, joining in the fray.

Zuo Ran: I'm going too; I've got business there.

Lu Jinghe: Now you've done it, Zuo Ran. The two of them still had the gall to make their own excuses, but you're just directly copying from Mo Yi's homework?

Zuo Ran: Can't I?

Lu Jinghe: Forget it. There's no difference in giving you one at this point.

MC: So, looks like everyone's going?

We have a full team if we're all going!

Sister Zhai Xing said that Team-building is conducive and enhances understanding within the team while bridging the gaps. Although the five of us work smoothly with each other...It's still not there yet! In short...Team-building Activities are necessary!

MC: Brilliant! This makes the first Team-building Activity for our Investigation Team!

They all turned to look at me when I said that. The silence continued on for a while.

MC: (Did I say something wrong again...?)

⊳ Choice: Xia Yan

I looked to Xia Yan for help.

MC: (Xia Yan, hurry and come help me round the field!)

Xia Yan was momentarily stunned before he was quick to the uptake.

Xia Yan: Oh yes, Team-building...Right, we've not had any Group Activity before as an Organization!

Xia Yan: That was an awesome suggestion!

⊳ Choice: Zuo Ran

I looked at Zuo Ran for help.

MC: (Save me, Lawyer Zhuo...)

Feeling my gaze on his being, a slight smile broke on his icy façade.

Zuo Ran: You've always been working tirelessly on Investigations ever since you joined and never really had a chance to relax.

Zuo Ran: I suppose we should also have a Team-building Activity as an Organization at least once.

⊳ Choice: Mo Yi

I looked at Mo Yi.

MC: (Dr. Mo...)

He smiled the moment he met my gaze

Mo Yi: I've never experienced Team-building Activities before. When the event starts...

Mo Yi: Could I ask you of you to watch after me?

⊳ Choice: Lu Jinghe

I looked at Lu Jinghe.

MC: (Lu Jinghe, it's that event of yours to blame...)

He looked at me with a grin.

Lu Jinghe: Okay, okay. King doesn't need to listen to anyone and all, but he'll definitely always listen to you.

Lu Jinghe: So this time's trip to the Deserted Island shall be our Team-building Activity!

And now, NXX's first Team-building Activity—— Start.

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Next Part: (Chapter 1-02: Private Cruise)

#Tears of Themis #Translations #Otome #Mihoyo #未定事件簿 #陆景和 #Lu Jinghe #左然 #Zuo Ran #夏彦 #Xia Yan #莫弈 #Mo Yi #消失的黄金 #The Lost Gold #Tears of an Event

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am-i-invisible777 · 5 years ago

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Losing You - TRR

Warning: Mentions of death, homicide, and suicide

A little look into how TRR crew would react to your death. If this does well, I might do it with other books.

Liam

Liam remembers exactly where he was and what he was doing when it happened

He was in the nursery, rearranging the bookshelf you had so badly wanted to have next to the large rocking chair

Each book carefully picked by the two of you so your child would fall asleep to stories of adventure, fantasy, and happily ever after

Happily ever after, Liam soon realized, doesn't exist.

Bastien came bursting into the room, closely followed by two new members of security you received after firing Mara

Liam's smile slowly faded as he saw the look in Bastien's eyes. Emotions of sympathy, anger, pain, and sorrow all swirled around in his grey orbs

Liam was silent. Unable to speak. Unable to think. All five senses shut down as the news of your death rolled off his bodyguard's tongue like black tar

"...jet crashed into a small field...believe foul play was at hand...from Auvernal was spotted leaving the scene..."

Bits and pieces of the story came together as bits and pieces of the King's heart broke apart

"...I'm sorry...they didn't make it..."

They didn't make it. All at once, he lost his wife and unborn child.

She was going to be a girl.

They were going to name her Kenna.

He placed a shaky hand on the bookshelf, unable to keep himself steady or upright

Denial. It was all he could cling to. All that kept him together, preventing him from breaking down

Two hours later, Drake had found him curled up on the bed he used to share with you

Your scent still lingered on the pillow, the sheets, the comforter, everything

He held your pillow close to him, afraid that it too would be taken from him

Forty minutes after that, Liam found himself sobbing on Drake's shoulder as his best friend tried everything to soothe his pain

Liam didn't know when Hana and Maxwell entered the room, but there they were

With bloodshot eyes and false smiles in a poor attempt to comfort their friend

Two days later a funeral was held for you and baby Kenna

The whole country was mourning, unable to process the tragic deaths

Talks and rumors of war were circulating around. After all, it was Auvernal who was responsible for the incident

That fact stayed in the back of Liam's head as he walked towards your open casket

Madeleine had suggested leaving it open so the world could see what Auvernal had done to you

At the cost of Liam's sanity

As he stared down into the beautiful gold casket with velvet cushions, he could not recognize the body that lay in it

The accident had badly disconfigured your form

The only thing that let Liam know that it was his wife lying there

Was the glint of an unforgettable ring on her left hand

Drake

Drake would put his life on the line for you any day, and he has

He's literally taken a bullet for you, and would do it again in a heartbeat

He'd do anything for you and would protect you with his life

He just never imagined you'd do the same

It was at another ball

What it was for or about, he didn't know nor did he care

Hana had begged you to wear something other than that pink dress to an event and you finally agreed

Drake couldn't keep his eyes off of you

Neither could the assassin seeking vengeance for Anton

The lights suddenly shut off and the high pitched scream of a lady followed

Drake rushed to find you in the chaos, yelling out your old last name

Hands desperately reaching out to find yours

You found him first, gently squeezing his cheeks with both your hands as you whispered

"I'm okay, I'm okay, hey I'm okay."

The relief he felt was short-lived as a click was heard and the lights came back on, revealing a thin man a few feet away with a small gun shakily pointing directly at your chest

Drake instantly swept you behind him, standing between you and the pale man as he glared down at him

The man bit his lip, sucking in a breath as he shakily aimed the gun slightly higher, now pointing at Drake's neck

It all happened too quickly

"FOR ANTON!"

"Drake, no!"

Three gunshots sounded off, one after another before Liam tackled the man to the ground, Bastein limping over to retrieve the gun

Drake was on the floor, a pool of blood near him getting larger by the millisecond

But this time it was different

This time he felt no pain

Was it the adrenaline? Was he only grazed? Was he already used to the feeling of being shot?

Those thoughts evaporated as Hana called out your name in a tone of voice Drake never heard her use before

He sat up slowly, looking to his left, seeing a bullet casing and blood still seeping by

His eyes followed the trail as it leads to his right and

"Oh god"

There you were, lifeless eyes staring down. Two bullet wounds visible on your face

Drake slowly moved his hand to feel around your neck, checking for a pulse, moving two fingers around, checking for any signs of life

It's gone. You're gone.

He moves his hand to your face, delicately stroking your cheek and brushing loose strands of hair away

You had an eyelash on your cheekbone, so he swept it off

With your blood on his hands, arms, and clothes, he closed his eyes and kissed the top off your head with chapped lips

He continued to ignore the noise around him as he laid his head down on your chest, allowing the tears he didn't know he was shedding to soak into your beautiful new dress

He didn't want to move

That is, until a thought occurred to him

He was sure he heard three gunshots, but you only had two bullets in you

Curiosity getting the better of him, Drake lifted his eyes up

Oh, how he wished he didn't

For just behind your dead body

Right next to Maxwell's shaking form

Was a small ball of fluff, coated in blood

Unmoving

Hana

It was her idea

To go scuba diving that is

Off the subtropical coast of a beautiful reef, where millions of different aquatic animals thrive

It was originally planned to be a group trip, until Liam had personal business come up and Maxwell got food poisoning

He was pretty upset about not getting the opportunity to take home a giant squid

Regardless, you and your wife sailed to the perfect spot in the fastest boat you've ever been on

Hana, of course, has been diving before, but it's been a while since then

You had never gone

Hana clutched the camera excitedly, waiting patiently for you to waddle over to the edge of the boat where she was

It took her twenty minutes to get all the gear on you since you wouldn't stop moving and stealing quick kisses

She held your hand as you both entered the water, bubbles floating around before you could get a good look at anything

She giggled as you sang songs from The Little Mermaid

She squealed as little fish came up to her to say hello

She took pictures of you posing by various rocks and anything you pointed at

Then

You saw something

Something way deeper than where the two of you were

It was shiny

You descended as quickly as you could to see what it was

Deeper than you ever went before

25 meters

27 meters

30 meters

Deeper and deeper you swam until you made it to the shiny

Hana slowly followed, being mindful of her breathing and depth as she tried to reach you

You made excited noises as you picked up a beautiful, small gemstone before handing it to Hana

She smiled, shaking her head before taking your hand and motioning that you both needed to get back up

You didn't even realize how much time had passed

She took your hand so you wouldn't go up too fast

You didn't even see the shark in the distance until it was too late

All of a sudden, the shark was right in front of you and Hana

It looked huge

It was huge

With large jagged teeth pointing in all directions

You put yourself in front of Hana as it got closer, an idea forming in your head

You knew there was a knife on board the ship, just in case an incident like this happened

Quickly, you motioned for Hana to slowly swim behind the shark and get out of its way

The second she started to move, you began to swim to the surface as fast as you could

You didn't think you've ever swum that fast

Breaking out of the water and onto the ship, you hastily grabbed the knife on the edge and plummeted back into the water, ready to stab a shark

You didn't expect to see Hana petting said shark as it swam around her

Turns out it was a Sand Tiger Shark

Very docile

You chuckled as Hana swam over to you, waving goodbye to the friendly shark

After waiting a few seconds, you both resurfaced, climbing up and taking your gear off

"Can you believe it?!"

"It looked so beautiful."

"Just wait until everyone hears about this"

"I took a few pictures!"

You both excitedly talked about all that you've seen while looking through the pictures, laughing and joking around

An hour later, as Hana set the boat on course to shore, you felt funny

Putting a hand to your chest, you leaned forward in an ill attempt at alleviating the dull ache that began to grow in intensity

You let out a gasp, catching Hana's attention just as you fell to your knees

She yelped out your name and slid beside you, taking you in her arms

"What's wrong? Are you alright?"

It felt like you were being stabbed over and over again

You tried to scream, tried to tell Hana something, anything

You croaked as blood started coming out of your mouth

You could hear Hana screaming your name, but couldn't answer

You were paralyzed

You couldn't breathe

Your body was convulsing uncontrollably

Hana was already calling for help

Was it a heart attack? No? Seizure? Maybe?

Then she remembered how deep you dived

And how quickly you shot up when the shark appeared

The bends

You had completely forgotten about Decompression Sickness

What a fatal mistake you made

Hana was helpless

Unable to do anything but hold your hand

As you slowly

Painfully

Died right before her eyes

Tears clouding her vision, she looked at the shiny gemstone nearby

The last gift you gave to her

...and one of the reasons you died from the bends

She picked the rock up and chucked it into the ocean before collapsing into a heap of sobs

Drowned out by the sound of the boat and waves

Maxwell

Maxwell thought he was funny

He loved the sound of your laughter

He loved the sight of your smile that reached your eyes

He loved when you'd joke and have fun with him

He loved you

More than anything

Which is why the news of your history with depression hurt him

More than once, you confessed to him, did you think about taking your own life

More than once was there an attempt

He held you close, reminding you that he's here for you and that he loves you

But it's hard

Living was too exhausting

Was it...selfish?

You were just...so tired

Drowsiness was a side effect of the medication Maxwell had wanted you to take

But this was a different tired

You waited until Maxwell had gone to take the corgis for a walk

You knew you had 23 minutes and hoped it was enough

How embarrassing it would be to wake up in the hospital with Maxwell crying by your side

You pulled your note from under the bed

It took over two hours to write, looking over every few minutes to make sure Maxwell was still asleep

But you did it

You did it.

Maxwell came back, laughing as your dogs bounced in, tails wagging

"Okay, let's go surprise mommy! You guys wanna surprise mommy?!"

Happy yips and barks followed Maxwell as he opened the door to your shared bedroom

Then he froze

For there you were

Hanging

With a rope around your neck

Maxwell got over his initial shock and rushed over to you, uniting the rope and carefully placing you on the ground

He had taken a few CPR classes in his life, but he never imagined he'd actually have to use them

Pushing on your chest, he called out to you

Crying, pleading, begging for you to wake up

Hoping that he would wake up from this nightmare

He didn't stop the compressions, he was sure he was going to end up breaking one of your ribs

Tears blurred his vision, making it a challenge to focus

He wiped his eyes, but they continued to pool over

Streaming down his cheeks, down his nose

Plopping down on your dead body

Realization was suffocating

Maxwell sat up, looking down at you, lip quivering

"...why...w-why'd...why..."

He wiped his nose

"...why did y-you leave me?"

He choked out a sob as he hugged himself, the two corgis whimpering in the background

Reaching in his pocket for his phone, he called the first person he could think of

"What is it now Maxwell? I'm in the middle of something very impor-"

"She's dead!"

"...what?"

"S-she's gone Bertrand...she's gone..."

"...I'll be there as soon as I can."

Maxwell whispered an 'okay' to his brother before bringing his phone down, not bothering to hang up

Glancing down, he noticed a sheet of paper neatly folded next to the rope

He saw the suicide note you left for him

He read the suicide note you left for him

Bertrand came ten minutes later, finding your dead body on the floor

With no sign of Maxwell anywhere

Olivia

She never wanted to admit it to you

Hell, she never wanted to admit it to herself

But ever since the kidnapping situation, or maybe even far before that

She found herself developing feelings for you

Romantic feelings

Of course, you were married

Happily married

So, friends she'd have to be

Besides, it's not like you could ever feel the same way

...right?

She shook her head, dismissing those thoughts as she made her way to Valtoria

Winter was fast approaching, and she knew you needed extra clothing and blankets for your duchy

And what better place to receive them than from Lythikos?

Olivia hated how much she hoped you'd appreciate the thoughtfulness

Sighing, she glanced out the window of the carriage, realizing she should almost be there

Lush green fields and tall trees idly passed by, along with thin wisps of smoke

Smoke?

Puzzled, she slid the window down and poked her head out, smelling the air

Definitely smelled like something was burning

Perhaps, she thought, it was just you and Maxwell creating a bonfire again

That sure scared the hell out of Liam

However, something in her gut told her otherwise

She felt a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach

She needed to get to Valtoria

Now.

Forgetting about the blankets, she opened the door of the still moving carriage and jumped out

The surprised driver pulled the horses to a stop

"Lady Olivia! Good heavens woman, what has gotten into you?" he asked, bewildered

Pulling out a dagger from seemingly nowhere, she swiftly cut one of the horses loose and lifted herself up

"You're going too slow." Was all Olivia said as she commanded the horse to run on, as fast as she could go

Hooves thundered across the trail as Olivia kept her eyes to the sky

The smoke became thicker and darker, the smell intoxicating

She pushed on, heart beating fast

Until she felt like her heart had stopped the second she rounded the final corner

Valtoria was on fire

And you were still inside

Without thinking, she jumped off the horse, calling the fire department, and ran into the burning dutchy

She called out to you, stepping over fallen beams and dashing around burnt furniture

She could feel the smoke fill up her lungs, but she didn’t care

She needed to find you

She knew you were too weak to make it out on your own

The longer she spent searching, the more she realized your fate

Soon the fire had completely engulfed her surroundings, smoke so impossibly thick, she could hardly see

Olivia hadn’t even realized she’d passed out until she woke up in a hospital bed, much to the relief of your friends

“Olivia!”

“We were so worried,”

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

One face was missing

She asked about you, asked where you were, asked if she could see you

They all shared different looks, unreadable expressions on their faces

Hana was the one who spoke

“They...there wasn’t much they could do...”

What?

“She was already dead when they found her”

“Third-degree burns were all up to her arms and legs”

It can’t be

“Olivia?”

She looked away, unable to meet anyone’s eyes

“...come on guys...let’s give her some rest...” Liam whispered

The others murmured in agreement, filing out while sending her wishes of good luck and getting well

When the hospital door closed

And Olivia found herself all alone

With nothing but the sound of her heart monitor echoing in her head

She allowed herself to quietly weep

Apologizing to you for not being there soon enough

For not telling you how she felt

Now she’ll never know

This was for @choicesseptemberchallenge Tagging: @brightpinkpeppercorn

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 5 years ago

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... Nice | Ben Solo

Pairing: Ben Solo x Black!Plus Size Reader

Word Count: 3k

Request: My request is for basically a Jedi Plus Sized Black Reader who finds Ben after everyone is gone and heals him and is angry because Rey left him for dead and has the nerve to claim his family's name like her father wasn't the cause of their downfall in the first place. Reader helps him let go of his anger and hatred and over time he falls in love with her and it's just fluffy cuteness

Warnings: mentions of the things Kylo Ren did, angst-ish, a woman comforting and kind of but not really because I don’t believe in that fixing a man, fluff-ish, suggestive ending, mentions of the dyad, very light mentions of Rey, reader is a grey Jedi.

A/N: this isn’t as fluffy as the request asked for:(. I dissociated horribly while writing this and lost the idea I had— I still think it turned out okay. At least I hope it did. Let me know!

Gif credit: @loga-boga

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Cold cheeks under your hands gained temperature as your body was slowly drained of energy. You miscalculated how much effort it would take to resuscitate Ben, when you felt his loss through the force something shifted inside you— for a Jedi who had always been in the grey area of the force you had felt way too much rage.

You knew the man under your touch deserved atonement, that the things he had done, the organization he had joined and led for a while were rotten. A part of you didn’t judge him when you weren’t aware of his past, the other stood against everything he had perpetrated upon millions of living beings— because of that, you solely let the force to guide you, it knew better than you after all, and it had led you to him.

Ben sat up, confused as to who the woman in front of him was. He softly took your hands off his face, curiously looking at you. “Why did you do that?”

You lifted a finger so he’d give you a moment to at least recover your breath. He seemed to understand you felt tired, Ben nodded slowly and stood up in wobbly legs.

He looked around, a pained semblance breaking through his face as he did so. You felt the urge of comforting him, the force pushing you to do it no matter how tired you felt. Your legs were more wobbly than his, but you achieved to stay on your feet.

Your steps were slow, calculated so you wouldn’t trip. Exegol’s environment was unnerving, the dark side of the force was strong there and although you were able to ignore it, for the most part, you would’ve rather been in a less depressing planet.

Ben rasped a question, “Is everyone gone?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. You had to wait for Rey to leave to avoid a fight with her, mostly for your sake as a force user. You wouldn’t have been able to control yourself when you were aware she had decided to abandon Ben there.

He nodded, almost resigned, and let himself fall onto the sand. You were too tired to do anything else, so you sat down on the sand too, still eyeing him.

Ben was uncomfortable, the force told him to trust you, to follow you— but that place tempted him to stay, to go back to his very recent past. Had it all been worth it? He hoped it was, but hope had never favored him.

You grew tired of only sitting down, as any other living being would, and nodded up north. “I’ll be on the ship if you need anything.”

He found weird your choice of words, calling it the ship instead of your ship. Ben wasn’t sure if it was an invitation, but he took it as just that, his fear of being left again taking over him.

He followed you as the force guided him to do, watching your every step in worry. His confusion about why had you healed him was more palpable than ever, why would anyone save him, let alone someone like you? But he didn’t ask in case it had been a mistake, which was what had probably happened, he actually didn’t say anything to you— not even in the ship.

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You wondered why the force had guided you to him as time passed. Ben was insufferable, always wanting to be the pilot, always in a bad mood. You tried to understand, but you had to be honest with yourself— you were starting to see the person Stormtroopers complained about. You remembered vividly, controlling your breathing to not give yourself away when you heard them talk about Kylo Ren’s tantrums. You had thought they were exaggerating, but now that you had met the supposed tamed version of the former Commander and former Supreme Leader of the First Order, you believed them completely.

Clearing your mind was a chore around him, your vision through the force was getting cloudy and you could feel yourself slipping. Not wanting any of that, you changed your sleeping schedule as soon as you landed on the planet of Ben’s choice.

Your plan backfired one night. Your mind started slipping, a burst of rage bubbled up in your stomach causing you to gasp. Images started flashing until you weren’t just seeing them but actually living them, at least through the force.

A vaguely familiar young man approached a tree in a beautiful forest. You yelled for him to stop, the fact that he ignored you only getting you angrier. A sinister voice spoke, enticing you to approach it— following the path the young man had taken, you encountered a very rare sight.

A deformed being embraced the young man as if comforting him. A chill ran down your spine and snapped you out of the... vision.

You were drenched in sweat, hands shaking due to the adrenaline pumping through your veins. Out of instinct you turned to your right and saw Ben there, glaring at you.

Before you could say anything, he asked, “why were you in my head?”

“I was meditating, it wasn’t intentional.”

“You’re bad at meditating then.”

Stars, he was such an ass. You cursed the force for being so adamant of having you near him, you truly did. “You’re bad at channeling your emotions which makes my mind slip!” you complained, standing up from the ship’s floor.

Ben looked down, nodding. “I don’t know how to. The dark side...” he trailed off, a sigh escaping him as he pushed his hair off his face. “Raw emotions are important.”

You extended your arm, offering your open palm to him. Ben stared at it, the marks of non-properly healed injuries catching his attention as the light made them contrast against your dark skin. He wondered, for the first time in such a long time that he assumed it was actually the only one, about something other than his suffering and wounds— had the scars been part of your training? A mission? Did they tell a broader story like the one on his face?

He tried not to flinch at the memory, how had he gotten the scar. The way your extended hand reminded him of his own after he killed Snoke and asked Rey to join him... he did what Rey hadn’t done and very slowly, afraid of you withdrawing your hand before he could do anything, placed his palm on top of yours.

You silently guided him outside, his planet of choice was quite nice for the most part and that gave you an advantage. You had your mind set on helping him, it would be a tough job, a slow one, one you shouldn’t have taken upon yourself because fixing him wasn’t your job— but you wanted to do it, to help undo a wrong.

Motioning for him to sit down on the grass, you did so too. He gripped your hand out of reflex, enjoying the sensation of being so close to someone. You didn’t react, allowing him to make himself comfortable.

“Close your eyes,” you instructed, voice lowering due to the nature of the instruction and how late it was.

He didn’t follow said instruction immediately, his eyes deviated to his side where you were sat as if making sure he had heard you correctly. Ben sighed heavily, muttering something that sounded like, “this is pointless,” before slowly fluttering his eyes closed.

“Focus on your breathing, nothing else. Even it out.”

He hummed in acknowledgment, you could hear he had done so with his teeth clenched. The gesture proved to you how hard it would be to help him— it only inspired you to try harder.

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Ben insisted on gripping your hand as you guided him through meditation which for you wasn’t the right approach. Telling him that would have been setting yourself up for a fight, one you didn’t have the energy for.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t made progress, but his outbursts were still frequent. He’d yell out of nothing, punch things when they got into his way, closed off if he didn’t like what you had said or suggested... you would’ve thought him to be a child if you weren’t weirdly attracted to him.

The glimpses he had shown of the man behind all that anger and resentment gave you hope for him, for his future as a person, as a force user. They also intrigued you, his potential, how assertive he seemed to be, the way said glimpses made him look approachable.

You were coming back from meditating on your own when you heard him yell. At first, you didn’t think anything about it, used to it by how often you heard him lose control. It wasn’t until you heard a loud wimpier that you asserted Ben was having a bad dream.

The living arrangements you had found weren’t ideal, you preferred the ship than the two-bedroom and a bathroom place. You were used to your captain’s chamber, to going through different systems and exploring them. As you knocked on his door you wondered if giving that up had been the right thing to do just because the force had said so.

The whimpers and yells continued, your instincts kicked in. Opening the door with the force, you turned the lights on, softly calling Ben’s name to not startle him. Your attempts didn’t work so you approached the bed, his sweaty forehead filling your field of vision.

“Ben,” you called for him, a little louder than before. No answer other than more whimpers. You didn’t have any other choice but shaking him awake with a hand firmly on his muscular bicep.

He jumped, prompting you to step back. He sat up, breathing heavily as the tears that had prickled his eyes as he slept rolled down his cheeks. You looked away, feeling you were intruding too much. Hearing him sniff broke your heart, the sorrow oozing from him into you in exchange from the guilt doing the same from you to him as you realized you had briefly complained about not doing what you wanted when he had never even being given the choice to know what he wished to do.

You sat down on the edge of the bed in case he wanted company, his sweaty hand found yours as soon as you did so. His grip was bruising, almost crushing your smaller hand with his gigantic one. With a little bit of struggle, you rubbed your thumb against the back of his hand in hopes it would help him calm down and in the process lighten his grip.

The effect wasn’t quite there, his grip did lighten a little bit but because Ben broke down crying. The shake of his body transferred to you through his hand, the sobs racking through him bouncing against the almost empty room. You slid your hand off his, placing your open palms on his shoulders. Your intention was to hug him, but you didn’t want to overstep his boundaries.

He threw himself into your arms, however. You shifted to be more comfortable, your arms slowly wrapping around his neck as he hid his face in your chest. Letting him cry it all out, you rubbed his upper back to assure him it was fine. He embraced you tightly from the middle, again afraid you’d leave him if he didn’t do so.

“Do you need anything? Something to dr—“ he interrupted your question by pulling you closer.

You understood he didn’t want to be alone so you just continued hugging him, slipping your fingers through his damp hair and caressing it.

“I’m tired,” he mumbled.

Pulling away just enough to look at him, you asked, “do you want me to find you a sleep-aid?”

He sniffed, shaking his head. Observing his hair tickled your cheek as he moved his head, Ben parted from you completely. “Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah.” You made a motion with your hand for him to go on, making yourself comfortable and making sure you were facing him.

Ben stuttered, nervous of saying what he was thinking and feeling out loud. He said it, very lowly in what you could only describe as a mumble. “I don’t know who I am.”

His confession wasn’t surprising. You felt his conflict through the force, you had felt it for a long time if you were completely honest. “Who do you want to be?”

He tilted his head, looking up in thought. Ben then shrugged, “it’s not worth it.”

Sighing, you stood up from the bed. “I can’t help you if you don’t want to be helped, Ben.”

“I want to be helped!”

“Act like it!” you snapped at him, “the force is with you, I am here with you— but you need yourself too and until you don’t get that through your head, we won’t make any progress.”

He stopped speaking to you, he avoided your presence at any chance. You imagined it was for the best, he needed time to find himself and you needed time to focus.

You missed him enough for the force to try and pull you toward him. You resisted it as much as you could, sure it was more wishful thinking than anything else. You had made yourself believe the force wanted both of you together because of your crush on him, but every time you were near him his thoughts would slip and in every one of them, Rey was present.

With them being the dyad and all, it was normal for him to have strong feelings for her. But you wished you were her— well, you wished you were in her place in relation to him. You had no interest in politics, that was why you had never picked a side— you didn’t belong anywhere but with the force and the force had guided you to someone who belonged by nature with the opposite of what you were.

A part of you wanted to leave. If it wasn’t because you wanted to be there for Ben, you would’ve been in another system days ago. The force said you were doing the right thing; you weren’t sure.

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“(Y/N)?” Ben called for you quite timidly, his right hand gripping the doorframe as he stuck his head into the room.

You took your attention away from your book to look at him. “Yes?”

“Do you want to train with me?”

“Uh...” you coughed, realizing you could offend him by hesitating. “Sure, yeah! Now?”

“Now.”

“I’ll get changed.”

You spent more time changing your clothes than you needed— you weren’t even sure of having needed the change of outfit but it was imperative for you to clear your mind and doing it helped.

His stance as he waited for you startled you, it wasn’t like anything you had seen from him. His back was straight, but his shoulders weren’t tense, his jaw wasn’t clenched, his eyes looked calm— brighter even.

What surprised you the most was his fighting style, he’d slip from time to time and allow his emotions to get to him but he seemed to have trained hard on his own to snap himself out of it.

He suddenly towered over you, making you curse under your breath— you had gotten too distracted by his progress than now he had the upper hand. Ben smirked which prompted you to step to the side. Except you couldn’t because he trapped you in place with the force.

He leaned in, the tip of his nose ghostly touching yours. “I’ve missed you.”

You would’ve rolled your eyes if you could. He was the one who had ignored you and cast you to the side for weeks!

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he explained. Realizing you hadn’t spoken out loud, he undid the force stasis.

Ben’s eyes were wildly tracing your face, waiting for an explanation you didn’t have. You weren’t really sure if he had read your mind or if he was talking about something else.

He made your mind slip so often that you couldn’t help but think you had unconsciously allowed him to read it because he had you in a vulnerable position. He didn’t seem to share the assessment.

“Can you hear me?” he asked cautiously.

“I can.”

Wide-eyed, you stared up at him. He hadn’t opened his mouth to speak but you had. You shook your head, “I’m tired, I should get some rest.”

Before you could turn around to go back, he caught your hand in his. “That’s why I missed you...”

“What?”

He explained, “the force. It wants us together.”

“I know,” you deadpanned. “But the force is... it could be wrong, couldn’t it? Why would it want you near someone when it bonded you to another person?”

He winced at your comment, shaking his head. “It’s different. My mother—“ he swallowed harshly so his voice wouldn’t break, “the point is the force doesn’t have limits.”

You stared past him, at the sky. It hadn’t looked as pretty as it was looking that night— at least not during your stay. The stars shone so brightly that although it was late the greenery was perfectly lit.

“I’m not used to this,” you confessed. “People, staying longer than a few nights at a place... strong feelings.”

Ben hummed, “well, I can’t say the same but,” he sighed, interlocking his fingers with yours, “it feels... nice.”

It did, very nice. He tugged on your hand to pull you closer, waiting for you to say something. You kissed him instead of speaking, and he snaked his free arm around you instead of asking anything else.

His lips were a little dry, mouth hot and touch warm. The kiss was as tender as one in a situation as overwhelming could kiss someone— at least it started like that.

You barely made it to the living room when he asked if he could take your robe off and although you hesitated for a moment because you were sure he wasn’t used to women like you, you trusted your gut and the force and gave your consent.

He was a passionate lover. It might have been the force at play but you had never felt so comfortable with a partner, so protected, so loved.

The force knew what it was doing when it guided you to Exegol after all.

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